Page 90 of All That Has Flown Beyond
“Fuck,” Ahmik said once its charm was broken. He stayed there for a long moment, pressed against and wrapped around Kaiyo, his mouth against Kaiyo’s neck.
“Let’s—bed,” Ahmik said.
Kaiyo guided Ahmik to his room. The scent of him must have been even thicker there, because Ahmik paused for a moment before pressing Kaiyo to the bed and crawling over him. Ahmik stopped to just look at him, an unbearable, penetrating look that left Kaiyo feeling flayed open.
When Ahmik leaned down for a kiss, the contact was slight and sweet. Kaiyo arched upwards, clutching at the bare nape of Ahmik’s neck, his hair still caught in a bun. Ahmik seemed to have other things in mind, however.
He divested them of their clothes slowly, in juxtaposition from the franticness of their previous encounter. When Kaiyo’s body was completely exposed, Ahmik just looked for a moment, his hands tracing the contours of him slightly before dipping forward to taste.
First, the bare, pink skin of his neck, down to the rune etched between collarbones. Their hard lines were followed down to the silhouetted treeline on his chest, the moon inked with such detail over his heart that it seemed to glow there. A scar ran like silver moonlight just below it.
Down, to Kaiyo’s trembling stomach. A delicate garden of water-coloured herbs and flowers curled around the black lines of runes, so beautiful it felt like they could be plucked from his skin. Petals twitched and seemed to flutter undone as they were caressed by Ahmik’s hands, his lips and tongue.
Ahmik travelled down to Kaiyo’s thighs. One, a greyscale sea storm, the lightning his own white skin cutting through. The other, the twisting, flying forms of the Aosaginohi bird of Japan and the Shang Yang bird of China—creatures whose messages only a fool would ignore. Kaiyo gasped slightly at the feel of Ahmik’s lips brushing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, fingers tracing over Kaiyo’s balls.
Ahmik’s mouth wandered, the flat of his tongue pressing between Kaiyo’s thighs and up, drawing a long line across Kaiyo’s cock. Kaiyo moaned as Ahmik’s mouth sucked at the head of his dick. The pleasure was only allowed to electrify him for a moment as Kaiyo was flipped over suddenly. Kaiyo took the opportunity to rub his already aching cock into the mattress, but his hips were lifted upwards by strong hands.
Kaiyo’s jutting shoulder blades as his back arched made the petals of the lotus and chrysanthemum inked there move. They had been drawn in Japan by a traditional hand, the petals blooming open and breathing freely. The Japanese style continued down his back, flowing with the lines of Kaiyo’s body in stark colours that told of his past, his heritage, what he saw of himself in the future.
Ahmik traced it all as if he were inking the tattoos again. As if he were making them his, becoming part of them as they were part of Kaiyo. It made Kaiyo tremble. There had been a point in Kaiyo’s life when he thought Ahmik would see all that his body would be. Would see it as a child and as an awkward teenager. Would see it grow, would see it harmed, would see it in pleasure. He’d thought Ahmik would be witness to every scar and wrinkle and freckle collected.
But that had been a long time ago. The images painted into Kaiyo’s skin had been devoid of Ahmik. Kaiyo had never thought Ahmik would see them, let alone touch the meaning of their shapes. Having Ahmik acknowledge their forms was like a crashing of worlds he’d never thought would meet.
Ahmik’s warm, broad hands travelled down until they cupped the globes of Kaiyo’s ass. There was a slight pause as they were parted, and Kaiyo peeked over his shoulder impatiently to see Ahmik looking at the furl of Kaiyo’s hole before his tongue dragged there, making Kaiyo press his face into the mattress. Pleasure trembled through him as Ahmik’s tongue lapped again and again, soft and wet until it dug into his entrance.
“Fuck,” Kaiyo moaned.
Ahmik was relentless. He pressed there with his fingers, massaging Kaiyo perineum as his tongue loosened him. By the time one of Ahmik’s fingers pressed inside, Kaiyo was a trembling mess, panting into the sheets.
Ahmik opened him up slowly. Spit and skin and pressure, his tongue licked around his fingers, making everything a wet slide.
“Now. Now, Ahmik, now,” Kaiyo pleaded as Ahmik pushed two fingers inside, but Ahmik didn’t listen. He brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves that lit Kaiyo up from the inside before adding a third finger. The stretch was a delicious ache Kaiyo wanted more of.
Kaiyo moved his body, fucking himself on Ahmik’s fingers. Ahmik followed his rhythm, widening his fingers each time they were deep inside Kaiyo, stretching him further.
Kaiyo gasped as the fingers were finally removed. A fumble for lube as Kaiyo waited, aching with want, and then the slick head of Ahmik’s cock pressed against his hole. It rubbed there for a moment, heightening every sensation, before pushing into Kaiyo.
Kaiyo trembled still. He let himself feel the dragging fullness of Ahmik’s cock until Ahmik slid all the way in.
“Yeah,” Kaiyo sighed as Ahmik finally started moving. He didn’t allow Ahmik’s slow pace, arching back to meet Ahmik until he was being fucked with hard, deep thrusts that filled him completely.
Ahmik’s hands gripped at Kaiyo securely. They were the anchor allowing Kaiyo to lift and fall safely with the rising waves. All he could hear was his blood rushing, the slap of skin on skin, Ahmik’s panting breaths.
The heat gathered and stretched. It coalesced in points across his body like cornerstones solidifying the protection of wards. He was surrounded, imbued with the warmth and scent and feel of Ahmik. He let himself be lost in it, in its scorching, baptising fire, until he couldn’t hold it inside any longer. He came with a long, guttural moan. His whole body seemed to clench and shake at the force of the pleasure taking over him.
Ahmik continued to thrust into him, past the tail end of Kaiyo’s orgasm and into the sated, blind aftermath. When Ahmik came, it was with Kaiyo’s name on his lips, collapsing forwards to press as close as he could, melting them together.
Kaiyo could feel the warm breath of Ahmik’s pants in the still moment that followed before they fell gently to the side. Kaiyo made a small noise as Ahmik pulled out of him, feeling suddenly empty. Ahmik didn’t allow for distance, however, fitting their bodies together, his chest pressed against Kaiyo’s back. Their hearts raced each other, slowing at the same pace until they were just resting there in the calm waters of the storm’s aftermath.
Kaiyo blinked into the glow of his room sleepily. Ahmik’s lips were brushing gently, almost absently, against Kaiyo’s neck. Kaiyo didn’t have it in him to break the moment.
“What did your mother say about you leaving for Japan?” Ahmik asked quietly after a while.
“Nothing much. I guess she’s used to me being away. The Kanbaras would understand me coming back to visit her on a regular basis.”
“How did you meet them?”
“The shaman who trained me introduced us. She used to know my father, and the Kanbaras are from a village near where my family was originally from.”
