The Proposal: Day 3 (NSFW)
Hi all!!! I'm so sorry part three took so long, a lot of stuff has been going on in my personal life and I guess I just haven't had time for horny thoughts. But here it is!! The most indulgent chapter, definitely written from the depths of my soul, so I really hope you all enjoy it because I feel like I cooked here. Contains hunger, stomach growling, bondage, begging, power play, sex (18+ blog, guys!!) and just a whole lot of indulgence. Enjoy!!!!!
Kyo stirred beneath the covers, a deep ache settling in his bones, his entire body thrumming with the lingering sensitivity of deprivation. His stomach was so empty. A hollow, gnawing hunger curled inside him, a dull pain pulsing through his core. Every breath made him aware of it, every subtle shift in his body sent another needy, persistent growl ripping through his belly.
He blinked through the morning haze, letting his gaze drift downward—Akoura slept soundly, his ear pressed flush against Kyo’s belly, his arms lazily wrapped around his waist. Every deep, needy growl vibrated through Akoura’s cheek, but he didn’t stir. If anything, he looked content. Kyo swallowed hard, heat licking at his spine. A slow, affectionate smile crept onto his lips as he lifted a hand, fingers weaving through Akoura’s messy, blonde hair. He let his nails graze lightly over Akoura’s scalp, watching the way his brow twitched slightly at the sensation.
“Akoura,” Kyo murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep, “time to wake up. We have work.” Akoura sighed. His arms tightened slightly around Kyo’s waist, his body pressing in closer. He hummed, voice slow and drowsy, muffled against Kyo’s stomach. “Mmm… no, we don’t,” he murmured. Kyo blinked, confusion crossing his features. “…What do you mean?” Akoura only sighed again, nuzzling against Kyo’s growling stomach like a pillow, completely unfazed. “I took care of it,” he said lazily. “Made a few calls. You don’t have to work today. Neither do I.” Kyo’s pulse spiked. He took care of it? Akoura had pulled strings to give them the whole day?
His body suddenly felt too warm, too excited for what that meant. “…Why?” Kyo asked carefully, even though he already knew the answer. Akoura finally stirred, shifting just enough to press a slow, lingering kiss against Kyo’s stomach, right over the deep ache of his hunger. His lips were warm, teasing, lingering over skin stretched taut from days of emptiness. When he finally looked up, his deep, knowing smirk sent heat rushing down Kyo’s spine. “Because today is all about you,” Akoura purred. His hands slid down Kyo’s sides, touching him, feeling him, relishing in every soft tremor that wracked his sensitive, starved body. “You didn’t think I’d let my favorite toy go to work in this state, did you?”
Kyo should feel guilty. Three days. Three whole days of neglecting his work, of letting himself be distracted by the man currently sprawled against him, worshipping his body like he was some kind of divine offering. And it wasn’t like he could afford distractions. He was the youngest CEO the company had seen in decades, inheriting the position straight from his father. He had expectations to uphold, an empire to maintain. He had meetings, reports, endless decisions that needed his attention. But Akoura’s mouth was on him, hot and unrelenting, and Kyo couldn’t bring himself to care.
“You’re so beautiful,” Akoura whispered, lips tracing the sharp ridges of Kyo’s hollowed abdomen, tongue flicking against each trembling muscle. Kyo’s belly twisted violently, a sharp ache rolling through him, punctuated by a deep, desperate growl. He gritted his teeth at the sound, but Akoura just sighed contentedly, like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. “So hungry,” he murmured, dragging his hands over Kyo’s sides, pressing in, feeling the deep hollow of his starved waist. “Maybe I should keep you like this forever,” Akoura whispered, mocking, teasing, kissing slowly, lazily up Kyo’s belly, trailing toward his chest. Kyo would be getting exactly what he asked for.
The kitchen was quiet except for the sizzling sounds of eggs cooking in the pan. The faint smell of bacon curled in the air, filling the space with an intoxicating warmth. Akoura stood at the stove, his back to Kyo as he worked, completely focused. Meanwhile, Kyo, bound and bare, stood off to the side. His hands were secured behind his back with a crimson rope, leaving him utterly helpless. His stomach growled loudly, a deep, hungry ache that reverberated through his body. Kyo winced, the emptiness in him only growing worse with each passing second.
He had never felt more vulnerable in his life—his usual confidence and control stripped away. Akoura had promised him punishment, and he was delivering it in full. Kyo cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady as he stepped closer. “Akoura…” he started, his voice soft, almost coaxing. “I’m starving. Don’t you think you could… share a little? I’ll be good for you, I promise.” Akoura’s hands continued to work, flipping the eggs in the pan with infuriating care. He didn’t even spare a glance at Kyo. “I’m sure you are,” he said, voice calm but unwavering. “But you didn’t beg yesterday. You didn’t beg the day before. You’re not getting anything.”
Akoura finally turned, his eyes dark with something Kyo couldn’t quite place. He crossed the short distance between them in a few strides, his body pressing against Kyo’s, the warmth of the stove still radiating between them. His arm wrapped around Kyo’s waist, holding him firmly in his grasp. Kyo’s stomach growled again but Akoura only tightened his hold, dragging him closer. “You’re going to beg, baby,” Akoura said, voice a low murmur. “You’ve had two days of getting your way. Today is different.” Kyo's breath hitched at the pressure against his body. Akoura could see the way Kyo’s hands clenched behind him, the tension in his jaw, but he wasn’t backing down.
The scent of the food was maddening. Kyo’s body quivered as Akoura settled onto the couch, the golden morning light spilling through the vast window behind them, casting them in a warm, hazy glow. The plate in Akoura’s hand—crispy bacon, buttery eggs, fluffy white rice—was a cruel temptation, its scent thick in the air, suffocating him. The crimson rope was still tight around Kyo’s chest leaving him completely vulnerable as he straddled Akoura’s lap. His bare thighs were spread, his aching, hollow belly stretched, every sharp breath rubbing their bodies together in an intimate, tantalizing friction.
Akoura’s hands slid lower, gripping his hips, fingers digging in as he pulled Kyo closer. His grip was firm, commanding, possessive, rolling Kyo’s hips forward, making him grind down onto his lap, rubbing against the hardness waiting beneath him. Kyo sucked in a sharp breath, his head tipping forward, his stomach trembling. A broken moan slipped from his lips, his body shuddering. Akoura just laughed. “That sensitive already?” His voice was silk-smooth, taunting. He rocked Kyo forward again, his fingers curling against his waist. “You’re so weak like this, baby. So empty, so needy.”
Kyo groaned, his stomach aching with a deep, hollow growl that curled through the quiet space. Akoura smirked, leaning in, pressing his lips against the edge of Kyo’s jaw. “How embarrassing,” he murmured, his fingers dragging up the tight, trembling plane of Kyo’s stomach. He pressed. Hard. A single, intentional push into the dip just below Kyo’s ribs. Kyo gasped. His entire body jerked, his stomach tightening, twisting beneath the weight of Akoura’s touch. He could feel the way his belly caved under the pressure, could feel the desperate way it clenched, screaming for relief.
Akoura hummed in amusement, his fingers kneading into the empty, sensitive space, testing, teasing. “So soft,” he murmured. Another firm press. Another sharp gasp. Kyo’s breath stuttered, his body shuddering as his hunger and arousal merged into something unbearable. Before Kyo could snap back, Akoura finally lifted his fork and took a bite. Right there, right in front of him. Slowly. Painstakingly slow. His fingers never stopped moving—one hand still kneading Kyo’s empty belly, playing with the tender, hollow ache, while the other lifted a perfectly crisp strip of bacon to his lips.
Kyo rasped out a desperate moan. “Akoura—” Akoura’s hand stilled, his palm flattening against Kyo’s stomach, pressing deep into the tight, caved-in space. His body jerked, his stomach cramping, twisting, groaning. “Hmm?” Akoura murmured, rubbing circles just beneath Kyo’s ribs. “Did you want something?” Kyo swallowed hard, his lips trembling. “I’m so empty… my stomach hurts…” Akoura sighed, like he was truly considering it, like he might take pity on him. His hands continued to trace every dip and curve of Kyo’s body, squeezing his thin waist, feeling the delicate press of his ribs beneath his fingertips.
But then he smirked. Akoura purred, his hands drifting lower, gripping the plush of Kyo’s thighs, spreading them wider over his lap. “Ride me.” Kyo’s breath stilled. His stomach gave a sharp, needy growl, the pain of hunger twisting inside him as heat bloomed between his legs. He shouldn’t be this turned on, not by this, not by Akoura’s demands—But he was. His heart pounded, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his throat. Slowly, hesitantly, Kyo lifted himself up onto his knees, thighs burning as he positioned himself over Akoura’s lap. His ropes strained against his movements, his stomach stretched taut, every tiny motion sending another sharp pulse of hunger through him. Akoura guided him with ease, keeping one hand on his waist, positioning him exactly where he wanted him. Kyo’s breath shuddered.
He sank down. Fast. Hard. Deep. A ragged moan tore from his lips before he could even think to stop it. His legs trembled, the stretch making him feel so incredibly full. It was too much. His thighs burned, his belly ached, his entire body pulsing with overwhelming sensation. Akoura’s dark eyes drank in the sight, the gorgeous way Kyo’s ropes dug into his skin, how his stomach trembled with every deep growl. The room filled with the sounds of Kyo’s desperate moans, his body rising and falling, a rhythm that pushed him further, deeper into Akoura’s hold. He moaned. He felt it. Felt the desperate, gurgling emptiness of Kyo’s belly pressing against him. And it turned him on beyond belief.
Akoura groaned, hands gripping Kyo’s waist as he guided him faster, harder. God, he was beautiful. The way his stomach flexed with every bounce, the way his hunger twisted through his pleasure. It was delicious. Akoura wanted more. He dragged Kyo down into a kiss. Deep. Starving. Kyo gasped, his lips parting easily, letting Akoura’s tongue sweep inside. Salt. Spice. The lingering remnants of breakfast on Akoura’s tongue. His stomach growled violently in response, twisting in desperation. Kyo was almost embarrassed by how loud it was, but the sound only spurred Akoura on, deepening the kiss, swallowing Kyo’s moans.
The sensation of Akoura’s tongue tracing his lips, sliding against his own, made Kyo’s body burn with need. He was so empty, so hungry, and yet all he could think of was the pleasure Akoura was giving him, how deeply he wanted more. He whimpered against Akoura’s lips, a desperate plea for food, for satisfaction, for anything that would ease the ache in his body, but Akoura didn’t let him speak. Instead, Akoura moaned softly, his lips brushing Kyo’s neck as he pulled away from the kiss. He pressed his mouth to Kyo’s ear, voice dripping with pleasure and satisfaction. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Akoura purred, his hands moving to grip Kyo’s hips more firmly.
Kyo could barely respond. His mind was a swirl of sensations, his body so lost in pleasure that it was almost impossible to process anything else. The only sound escaping him was a desperate moan, high and broken as his hips continued to move on their own. Akoura’s gaze lingered on Kyo’s face, his eyes dark with desire and amusement as he saw Kyo’s increasing desperation. The grin on his lips was wicked, cruel in its sweetness, knowing how close Kyo was. He could see it in his eyes, the way his body trembled in his lap. Akoura’s smile stretched, satisfied by the torment he’d drawn out. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.
Akoura’s hands gripped Kyo’s hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he stilled Kyo’s movements. The sudden lack of friction made Kyo whimper, his body shuddering with frustration. “N-no,” Kyo gasped, his breath coming in sharp, uneven pants. He tried to move, but Akoura wouldn’t let him. “Don’t you dare,” Akoura murmured, his voice dark and smooth, his gaze never leaving Kyo’s face. “You think you can get away with this just because you’re hungry? No, baby. You’ve been bad, and I’m not rewarding you for bad behavior.” Kyo’s face flushed with heat, his frustration mounting as he tried to move again, his body desperate for release. But Akoura’s grip on his hips was unyielding.
“Get up,” Akoura ordered, his voice firm, commanding. Kyo’s chest heaved as he shook his head, his body trembling with the effort. “No... I need it,” he whispered, his voice shaking. But his words fell on deaf ears. “Up,” Akoura repeated, his tone growing more dangerous, more threatening. “You’ll get nothing until you learn your lesson.” Kyo whined in protest, trying to move again, his hips rocking helplessly against Akoura’s lap, but Akoura kept him pinned, his grip unrelenting. The hunger gnawed at him, but it was the inability to release, to find relief, that pushed him to the brink of madness.
Kyo was breathless, his body trembling. His legs felt weak, the emptiness of his stomach making every movement feel like an effort. As he tried to push himself off of Akoura, he stumbled slightly, his vision swimming with the combination of hunger, pleasure, and frustration. Before he could collapse, Akoura’s arm shot out, catching him effortlessly. Kyo's breath hitched as Akoura pulled him close, the warmth of his body only amplifying the cold ache in Kyo’s stomach. His hands moved lower, resting gently on Kyo’s belly.
“You look like you're going to fall apart, baby,” Akoura murmured, his voice low and teasing. He stroked Kyo’s stomach lightly, feeling the way it rumbled again through the emptiness. Kyo groaned, shifting against Akoura’s hold. The way Akoura was looking at him, the way his hands were moving across his body—it was clear that he was enjoying this too much. Akoura tilted his head, his gaze flicking over Kyo's exhausted form, taking in every trembling inch. “I think it’s time we take a bath together. Get you cleaned up.” Kyo knew exactly where this was going—Akoura was going to drag him through more teasing, more testing of his limits. He glared at Akoura for a moment, but it didn’t last long.
The warm water lapped against their skin, the soft glow of the bathroom lights casting a golden sheen over the steamy air. Kyo lay back against Akoura’s chest, his body stretched and vulnerable, his stomach taut and trembling against the gentle ripples of the bath. But it wasn’t the water that was making him shudder. Akoura’s fingers curled around him, stroking him slowly, deliberately, making Kyo whimper and moan quietly, his hips shifting. But Akoura wasn’t giving him any relief, not the way Kyo wanted it. His touch was maddening, just shy of the release he craved, pulling him closer to the edge without ever letting him fall.
“Shhh,” Akoura cooed, his other hand trailing up Kyo’s chest, fingertips ghosting along his collarbone before gripping his chin, tilting his head back. Kyo gasped, every nerve on edge, and he swallowed hard, the sensation of being so vulnerable under Akoura’s control making him dizzy. “Beg, baby.” Kyo, breathless and shaking, forced the words out, his pride warring with his desire. “Make me,” he growled darkly, his voice low and edged with frustration. Kyo could feel the shift in the air, the way Akoura’s grip tightened just slightly. “Hmm… since you clearly don’t know how to behave,” Akoura sighed, as if truly exasperated, “I guess I’ll have to teach you.”
With a slow, deliberate movement, Akoura’s hands slid down to Kyo’s stomach, his fingers pressing deep into the soft, empty flesh. The pressure was overwhelming. Kyo’s breath stuttered as he felt his guts shift under Akoura’s touch, the deep, aching hunger inside him pulsing. He could feel his heartbeat thrumming in his belly, each beat sending waves of heat through his body. His stomach was so empty, aching in ways he could barely process, but Akoura’s hands never let up. They pressed deeper, kneading and pushing at the hollow space within him, sending Kyo to the edge of something dark and consuming.
“You like the way your stomach aches, don’t you?” Akoura whispered, his voice low and sweet, as though lacing every word with poison. Kyo whimpered, his chest heaving, fire spreading through him as Akoura continued to press, rub, and knead the sensitive skin, coaxing more growls, more whines, more desperate twitches from him. His legs shook, his thighs clenching, his pleasure mounting from the overwhelming combination of hunger, pain, and teasing. “Still don’t want to talk?” Akoura taunted, pushing harder, moving his hand lower, rubbing slow, torturous circles over the most sensitive part of Kyo’s gut. He bit back a choked cry, his head falling back against Akoura’s shoulder, his resolve crumbling.
Akoura’s grip softened just a little, but Kyo’s body instinctively leaned into it. “Look at you—so empty, so needy. I think you like it. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you? To be completely mine.” Kyo whimpered, his chest rising and falling sharply as his stomach rumbled. Every time Akoura’s hands left the area, he could feel the absence, the aching void, only to have them return and press deeper, just a little more. He could feel every inch of Akoura’s touch, feel the bruises blossoming into something more, feel the ache and the hunger mixing into an unbearable whole. “A-Akoura,” he gasped, his voice shaky with desperation. Akoura’s fingers froze for a moment, just enough for the absence to make Kyo’s stomach groan louder. He smirked, his lips brushing the back of Kyo’s ear as he whispered, “Are you ready to beg, baby?”
Kyo’s heart raced in his chest as his body trembled with need. His pride was slipping, but he refused to beg—not yet. Not until Akoura pushed him until the end. “I’m not b-begging,” Kyo managed through gritted teeth, though his voice was laced with desperation. Akoura chuckled softly, the sound dark and full of amusement. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured, pressing one final, deep push into Kyo’s belly, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat under the skin. “We’ll see just how much you can take.”
The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the penthouse, painting the room in a hazy, honeyed glow. The day had bled away in a blur of torture and denial, Kyo's body reduced to nothing but trembling need, overwhelming sensitivity, and raw, aching hunger. Akoura had touched him, teased him, kissed him, made him writhe, moan, cry, but every time—every single time—he had stopped. Hours. Hours of feeling Akoura’s hands on his body, his lips pressing to his stomach, his fingers stroking over him only to pull away the moment Kyo got close.
He had pinned Kyo against the cool glass of the window, his stomach pressed tight to the surface, his reflection hazy with need, while Akoura kissed and teased him from behind, whispering filth into his ear, savoring every shudder, every desperate sound. He had laid Kyo out on the couch, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of him, his lips moving over the tight, growling skin of his belly, tasting him, leaving marks—but never letting him finish. He had made Kyo watch him eat, had forced him to kneel between his legs, close enough to smell the food, to taste the remnants on Akoura’s tongue—but never allowing him a bite. Now, Kyo was shaking. His legs had started to give way under the strain of being kept so hungry, so needy. He could barely stand now. The ache in his belly had turned into a raw, burning emptiness, and every touch, every movement, made it worse.
Kyo whimpered, his knees buckling as his stomach ached violently, but Akoura was quick to catch him again, pulling him gently toward the bed where the sheets were already rumpled from the morning’s play. He had Kyo on his back in an instant, his hands gently but firmly holding his body in place. The heat between them was almost unbearable, but Kyo couldn’t move—he could only feel his stomach twist and turn, the emptiness now all-encompassing. Akoura leaned down, his lips brushing against Kyo’s ear as he whispered, “You’ve been so good, baby. But now… You’re going to beg.”
Akoura’s grip on Kyo tightened as he flipped him onto his stomach. The change in position made Kyo’s stomach ache even more, the pressure of his body against the mattress forcing him to whimper. Every movement sent waves of hunger and desperation crashing over him, the emptiness in his belly demanding attention. Kyo choked out a strained, breathless whine, but Akoura only hummed, a dark smile curling on his lips. Akoura’s hands moved with slow precision, working at the crimson rope that bound Kyo’s wrists, undoing it knot by knot. Kyo’s arms fell limply to the bed, his muscles aching from being held in that position for so long. His hands trembled as they finally came up to grip the sheets, feeling the cool cotton beneath him as Akoura caressed his sides.
With one smooth motion, Akoura slid his leg between Kyo’s trembling thighs, pressing his weight down on him, grinding their bodies together. Kyo’s breath caught, his body trembling beneath Akoura as he whispered into his ear, a mocking sweetness in his voice. “You’re such a starving mess, Kyo. Look at you, shaking for me.” The words sent a shiver through Kyo. His stomach churned, still crying out for something, anything but Akoura’s hands were already moving lower, positioning himself. With a soft, almost cruel chuckle, Akoura pressed forward, sliding deep inside of him. Kyo gasped. His stomach seemed to tighten, the ache intensifying as Akoura began to move. The sensation of being filled, of finally being able to feel something other than the gnawing emptiness, sent a wave of heat through Kyo’s body.
His chest tightened with every thrust, and he cried out, his voice broken, desperate. His body was a mess, trembling, aching, but Akoura only pressed in deeper. Kyo was so close. So close, so close, so close. He could almost feel himself shattering from the intensity. But just as Kyo felt like he might finally break, Akoura halted, holding himself deep inside of him. Kyo whined into the sheets, his fingers digging into the fabric, his body trembling with frustration. The denial that had been pushed onto him all day, the hunger and the pleasure, left him teetering on the edge of madness.
“No…” Kyo whispered, voice shaking as his breath hitched. “Don’t stop…” Akoura’s breath was ragged against his back, his body heaving as he leaned over, his lips ghosting against Kyo’s ear. “What do you want, baby?” His voice was breathless, but there was an undeniable teasing edge to it. Kyo’s whole body quivered as his face pressed deeper into the sheets. His pride was gone. His hunger, his desperate need for release, consumed him fully. Slowly, Akoura began to pull out. Kyo whined. “I—I need to cum, Akoura… P-please…!” his voice cracked as he finally admitted it, the words slipping from his lips in a way he never imagined they would. His body was trembling, his legs shaking beneath him.
Akoura’s heart raced at the sound of Kyo’s plea, the words hitting him in a way he hadn’t expected. He had pushed Kyo to his limits, but this—this admission—was something more. It was the breaking point. Yet, Akoura wasn’t ready to give in just yet. His smirk deepened as he pressed down on Kyo’s back, his hands pinning him to the bed. With a slow, deliberate motion, Akoura pushed deep inside of Kyo once again. The pace was agonizingly slow, his hips grinding forward as he slid in with ease. He leaned forward, his body pressing Kyo’s belly deeper into the mattress, increasing the pressure on that empty, aching stomach.
Akoura’s voice was low, almost teasing, as he hummed softly. “I thought you wanted to eat, Kyo. Isn’t that what you’ve been craving all day?” But Kyo shook his head weakly, breath ragged. “I don’t care about food… I just—” His voice hitched as he gasped for breath, the desperation now written all over his face. “I need—please, I need to cum. I can’t take it anymore…” The final piece of Kyo’s resistance crumbled away. He was trembling, completely undone, and his body was at the mercy of Akoura’s control. And then, with breathless desperation, Kyo whispered something he never thought he would say:
“Baby… please… make me cum.”
The words hit Akoura like a punch to the gut. Baby—Kyo had never called him that before. Akoura’s breath caught in his chest, and for a moment, he stilled, his heart racing. The sensation of Kyo's trembling body against his, the way Kyo’s stomach tightened under his hand, the vulnerability in Kyo’s voice as he uttered that word—baby—all of it made Akoura’s heart pound. He pulled out. Kyo choked on a sob. His hands curled into the sheets, his head shaking in disbelief as his whole body quivered violently from the loss. He gasped, desperate, trying to press his thighs together to relieve the unbearable ache, but Akoura didn’t allow it.
Kyo could hardly think, his voice breaking as he whined, “No… no, please… Akoura, please—” But Akoura didn’t answer him, not with words. Instead, his hands moved with deliberate intent, gripping Kyo’s hips and moving him onto his back. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and for the first time, he realized just how much he was shaking. Akoura sat back for a moment, his dark eyes roaming over Kyo’s ruined form, taking in everything—the sharp lines of his ribs, the way his stomach dipped inward from three days of denial, the bruises blooming across his skin from Akoura’s hands and the ropes that had held him down. He was gorgeous.
Akoura hummed in admiration, running his fingers lightly over Kyo’s bruised stomach, tracing the marks he’d left. Then, without warning, Akoura gripped Kyo’s thighs and thrust back into him. Kyo’s mouth fell open, a strangled gasp ripping from his throat as he was filled once again. His whole body arched, his legs trembling as pleasure flooded through him so intensely it was nearly painful. Akoura stilled for just a moment, letting Kyo feel the full weight of being completely taken again before he leaned over him, their faces just inches apart. His eyes were lidded, his breath warm as he whispered, “Say it again.”
Kyo could barely form words, his mind spinning. Akoura gave a sharp thrust, jolting him, and Kyo let out a broken moan. “Say it,” Akoura commanded, his tone firm but thick with his own desire. Kyo’s pride was gone—completely obliterated by the day’s torment, by the unbearable hunger inside of him, by the way Akoura was driving him past every limit he thought he had. He obeyed. “Baby…” Kyo gasped, the word falling from his lips, unrestrained and shameless. “Baby, please—please—” Akoura groaned at the sound of it, his resolve finally cracking. He rewarded Kyo’s obedience with deep, relentless thrusts, pushing into him harder, faster, making Kyo cry out with every movement.
Kyo was beyond gone, moaning pleas against Akoura’s lips. “Please—please, baby, please—l-let me—” He needed this, needed to be pushed over the edge, needed to finally shatter. Akoura’s hands found Kyo’s face, his fingers pressing against his jaw as he crashed their lips together in a deep, consuming kiss. Kyo moaned into it, his pleas muffled, his body writhing as the tension inside him coiled impossibly tight. And then—finally, finally—Akoura whispered against his lips: “Cum for me, baby.”
The permission broke Kyo completely. His whole body arched as he came with a desperate, broken cry, the release hitting him so hard he almost sobbed. The sheer intensity of it had him convulsing, his stomach tightening as his limbs locked, his hands gripping Akoura like he might fall apart if he let go. Akoura followed moments later, thrusting deep inside him, his own breath catching as he buried himself in the heat of Kyo’s trembling body. He held Kyo close, pressing him into the bed, letting them ride out the final waves of pleasure together.
The room was steeped in warmth, the golden hue of the sunset casting long shadows over the tangled sheets. Both of them lay breathless, bodies slick with sweat. Kyo could barely move. Every inch of him felt raw, overstimulated, utterly spent. His skin still tingled where Akoura had touched him, where bruises were sure to bloom, marking him as thoroughly as the ache in his gut. He shuddered as his stomach let out another weak, hollow growl, but the hunger felt distant now—overshadowed by the sheer, numbing pleasure that had unraveled him completely.
Akoura let out a breathless chuckle, his lips ghosting over Kyo’s throat, pressing soft, lazy kisses to the bruised skin. Kyo twitched beneath the affection, too sensitive to fully relax, but he didn't push Akoura away. He just let out a ragged sigh, his fingers weakly curling into the sheets. Akoura hummed against his skin, his arms tightening around Kyo, pulling him closer, tucking him against his chest. His fingers slid through Kyo’s dark, sweat-damp hair, combing it back in slow, soothing strokes. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sounds in the room were the distant hum of the city outside, the quiet hush of their breathing, and the occasional gurgling of Kyo’s neglected stomach.
Then, finally, Kyo found his voice, breathless and hoarse. “…You’re… too good at this,” he murmured, still half-lost in the haze of exhaustion. Akoura smirked against his skin, full of pride. “I learned from the best.” Kyo rolled his eyes, an exasperated sound leaving him as he attempted to push Akoura away. But there was no real strength behind it, no real desire to put distance between them. His body was too weak, too thoroughly ruined, and truthfully… he didn’t want to let go. Akoura chuckled again, catching Kyo’s wrist easily, kissing the inside of it before pressing their foreheads together. Kyo sighed at the tenderness of it, at how quickly Akoura could shift from cruel to impossibly soft.
Kyo let out a slow breath, his fingers twitching where they rested against Akoura’s chest. That was when his stomach—empty, aching, neglected for days—let out a deep, annoyed growl, twisting and gurgling. He grimaced, his hand drifting down to rest over the hollowed curve of his belly, concave and aching beneath his fingertips. Akoura just chuckled, but he didn’t tease him. Instead, he nuzzled against Kyo’s stomach, resting his chin against the hollow space just below his ribs. His warm breath fanned over his skin, and when Kyo finally glanced down, he was met with Akoura’s gaze—wide, soft, brimming with something dangerously close to love.
“…Did you mean it?” Akoura asked suddenly, his voice quieter now, his playful edge gone. Kyo blinked, confused. “What?” Akoura’s fingers traced absent patterns over his hip, but his gaze didn’t waver. “When you called me baby.” Kyo stiffened. His lips parted, but no words came. His gaze flickered away, something warm and reluctant blooming in his chest. He could still hear it, the way it had slipped so effortlessly from his lips, so raw, so desperate. Akoura’s fingers brushed against his ribs, drawing him back. He tilted his head slightly, his expression open, searching. “Did you mean it?” he asked again, softer this time.
Kyo sighed. His face burned, but there was no real fight left in him. After a long pause, he exhaled through his nose and grumbled, “…Yeah. I did.” Akoura’s lips curled into a slow, pleased smile. Kyo groaned again, covering his face with one hand. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” Akoura laughed, nuzzling into his belly. “Too late, baby.” Kyo huffed out a laugh. “You’re impossible.” Akoura just shrugged, tilting his head up slightly, his chin still resting against Kyo’s stomach. “…Should I let you eat now?” he mused. Kyo narrowed his eyes, his fingers twitching in Akoura’s hair. “You should.” Akoura smirked. “…But should I?” Kyo groaned, tossing his head back onto the pillows.
