He leaned down, breath shallow and eyes blazing. Without a word, he grabbed Akalon’s waist, strong hands firm but reverent, and effortlessly lifted him onto the sofa.

The shift in position was sudden, but it wasn’t rough. It was urgent. Desperate. Worshipful.

H-Hey—what the hell—

You can’t just lift me like that!

But Akalon didn’t resist. His body leaned into it, craving the contact even more than he wanted to admit.

Damn it… Why does being manhandled by him feel so good? Akalon's mind kept rumbling until their gaze met, storm colliding with flame—before Kieran leaned in again, lips crashing against his in a kiss that spoke louder than any words ever could.

This wasn’t just lust anymore.

This was a surrender.

After a while, Kieran finally broke the kiss, both of them breathless.

He realized he didn’t have any lube, but he wasn’t about to stop. Bringing two fingers to his mouth, he looked down at Akalon with a soft yet commanding tone.

“Suck on it, babe.”

Without hesitation, Akalon obeyed, parting his lips and taking Kieran’s fingers in. His tongue swirled around them, slow and obedient, his eyes half-lidded.

Damn... I think I might die from the sight alone, Kieran thought, completely entranced.

The way he's nibbling on my fingers, just because I told him to...

He couldn’t look away.

As Akalon continued sucking, he reached up to gently push his disheveled hair back, his flushed face still tinged with embarrassment. His eyes lifted, locking with Kieran’s.

That one look.

It shattered every bit of restraint Kieran had left.

How the hell am I supposed to go slow when he looks like that?

His heart skipped a beat—and just like that, his resolve to take it slow for their first time… was gone.

Kieran didn’t wait.

He gently pushed Akalon down onto the sofa, his movements firm but careful, as if handling something precious. He lifted Akalon’s legs slowly, deliberately, giving himself full access.

Akalon’s breath caught.

Eh—what’s happening?

His mind scrambled to make sense of the shift, but his body responded before his thoughts could catch up.

Kieran leaned down, capturing Akalon’s lips in another kiss—deeper this time, more possessive. His hand roamed with practiced ease, his thumb brushing across Akalon’s pink bud, teasing it violently, which made Akalon move in a kiss.

Akalon trembled beneath him. His fingers gripped the cushions tightly, grounding himself in the warmth, the contact… the intensity of it all.

Amm Kie… he’s not holding back anymore, Akalon managed to think when a wave of stimulation was hitting his body.

Kieran’s mind was a storm of heat and hunger, but underneath it all was something deeper—need.

Let me ruin you, love, he thought as his hand trailed down toward Akalon's hole, gently pushing his one finger inside.

A soft moan slipped past Akalon’s lips—unfiltered, vulnerable.

His face was already flushed, but now, his skin began to glow with a rising heat. Each touch from Kieran sent sparks under his skin as if his entire body was catching fire from the inside out. A slow-burning flame that consumed reason, leaving only sensation behind.

Soon, Kieran added another finger and kissed Akalon's mouth to shush his loud moans.

“Ah… I feel weird down there, Kie…”

The thought slipped through Akalon’s mind as their lips stayed locked, breath mingling, hearts racing. Despite the heat blooming in his lower body, he didn’t pull away—he only kissed back harder, needier, as if that might ease the strange ache inside him.

Kieran’s mouth curved into a soft smirk against Akalon’s lips. He gently nibbled on Akalon’s lower lip, coaxing it open. When it did, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting him deeply, thoroughly—like he wanted to memorize every corner of this moment. The taste was different, yet familiar. Sweet, with a sharp edge of something that could only be described as him.

Kissing really does feel this good? Kieran thought, breathless with realization. So this is why they do it in the movies—because it makes everything else disappear.

With another finger pushed inside, Kieran decided to stop preparing for what would come next. He coated his dick in his saliva.

“Kie…” Akalon called out, his voice barely above a whisper. There was hesitation in his tone, a tremble that wasn’t like him.

“I’m scared,” he admitted. His pupils were visibly shaking, vulnerability shining through the cracks of his usual cold composure.

Kieran paused, his expression softening despite the fire in his eyes.

“So the infamous Black Dragon gets scared too, huh?” he teased gently, reaching out to take Akalon’s hand. He lifted it slowly, pressing a warm kiss to his knuckles, tender, grounding.

“I’ll be gentle, love. Don’t be scared,” Kieran murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble.

But his stormy eyes betrayed him. They blazed with hunger, lust simmering just beneath the surface. The promise in his words was comfort, but his gaze told another story entirely.

Still, somehow, those words—"I’ll be gentle"—were enough. They anchored Akalon. Calmed his trembling breath. Even if Kieran was lying to them both, it was the lie Akalon needed.

And with that, he pushed his length inside a bit. As Akalon screamed in pain, Kieran waited for him to adjust to his length and keep pushing,n Little by little.

It hurts a little… but I don’t want him to stop, Akalon thought, his eyes locking with Kieran’s stormy gaze. One hand clutched the sheets, the other pressed against his forehead as he tried to calm his racing heart.

Why does something so unfamiliar still feel like something I’ve been waiting for all my life?

Akalon gave a breathy chuckle in his mind.

I thought I’d like this pace… but I hate myself for hating this slow pace.

“You look like you're in pain,” Akalon whispered.

Kieran’s jaw tightened. “I’m trying to hold back... so you can adjust,” he replied, his voice strained, every inch of him tense.

Akalon patted his stomach, his voice softer now. “Then don’t hold back anymore. I want to feel you.”

And just like that, the final thread of Kieran’s restraint snapped.

He’s begging… how the hell am I supposed to stay gentle when he looks at me like that? Kieran thought, smirking, but his heart stung with too many emotions all at once.

“You asked for this,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “So don’t blame me for what comes next.”

No more words.

Kieran didn't wait a second. The world dissolved into gasps, heat, and the sound of two souls crashing into each other.

Soon enough, the pain turned to pleasurable moans. Ah, I want more, Akalon thought as he lifted his hand to get close to Kieran.

"Faster and harder, Kie", Akalon softly whispered in Kieran's ear and started to nibble on his ear.

Kieran had goosebumps as soon as Akalon's breath was near his ear. Making it harder to go gently, as he was twitching inside Akalon.

Why don’t I tease him a little… just until he begs and calls me “Daddy” in that breathy little voice of his? The thought made Kieran’s smirk curl wider, mischief lighting up his stormy eyes. Oh, he was definitely enjoying this game.

"And who am I not to give you what you need, babe?" Kieran replied as he deliberately started to move slowly, making Akalon whine and glare at him.

"Say, Daddy, please, I need you. Fuck me hard", Kieran stated. His lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"You are taking it too far now", Akalon replied as he kept glaring at him. But his rudeness met with a harsh spank on his butt, making his dick twitch again.

Oh really? I don't think so. Now be obedient and say it, Kieran, though. His stormy eyes showed contentment as he saw Akalons' flushed face and doe eyes.

"Are you going to disobey me, boss?" Kieran exclaimed as he spanked Akalon's ass once again.

Tears started to form in the back of his eyes and wobbly lips as he said it. "Daddy, I need you to pound my ass as hard as you can."

That was it. Kieran hit Akalon's sensitive spot in the first hard thrust, making Akalon's eyes go white.

Ah, that's what I was talking about, Akalon, though enjoying the embrace and pleasure. He clutches the couch as a scream escapes from his lips.

"Yes! That's the way", Akalon said. His eyes lost their focus as everything around him was nothing. All he can think about is how Kieran is making him happy.

"Oh, Kie! Yes, do me hard", Akalon moaned again and rolled his eyes in pleasure. A soft rumble escaped from Kieran’s chest, his heart pounding wildly—loud enough that he was sure Akalon could hear it.

"Damn. If he rolls his eyes and calls me ‘Kie’ again, I might explode—from love and lust in equal measure," Kieran thought, his stormy eyes brimming with so much affection for the man beneath him, that it terrified him. But right now, none of that fear mattered. Nothing did.

Losing control of himself, Kieran increased his pace, and his moments became harder. He started to thrust hard into Akalon's tight hole. He removed his dick up to the tip and thrust hard inside, making Akalon scream in pleasure.

Fuck! I can't think of anything anymore to escape, Akalon thought and spoke. "Amm Kie, slow down", Akalon begged.

But Kieran couldn't hear the plea; his mind was clouded with just one thought. He is finally mine and just mine.

"Amm Kie, I am about to...", Akalon let out as he felt his climax approaching.

Kieran finally looked up. He stopped nibbling on Akalon's bud, which wasn't pink anymore; it was bright red due to nibbling. He placed a hand on Akalon's dick, stopping his cum inside.

"Kie", Akalon whined as soon as he felt his hand on the tip of his membrane blocking his cum.

"Say please, babe", Kieran stated as he kept thrusting hard.

"Please", Akalon whined, but that was not what Kieran wanted to hear, so rather than cum he met a harsh slap on his ass.

It hurts you, damm idiot, Akalon thought as he softly glared at Kieran. But I want more, he thought and sighed. I understand what you want to hear, too, Akalon thought and glared at him again.

But his thought got interrupted by a harsh spank on his buttcheeks again. Kieran just smirked at Akalon as if he was challenging him and asking him what else you could do. Akalon glares at Kieran again before continuing.

"Daddy, please let me cum", Akalon tried again, and Kieran smirked with content. He let go of Akalon's dick, making it spray his cum all over his stomach and Kieran's stomach too.

Akalon came two times, but Kieran was as hard as a rock.

Dmm, I am so tired, and how can he be going on full peace yet? Akalon thought. His eyes lost their focus, his heart was in mischief, and his stomach felt sticky with his own cum. His knuckles were white because of the harsh grip on the sofa. His mind was a mess, and his ass was messier than his mind.

Kieran increased his peace-making, and Akalon screamed in both pleasure and pain. Tears were forming in his eyes due to immense pleasure. With some last sloppy thrusts, Kieran came inside Akalon, and Akalon came once again on his stomach.

Ah, sex is something this painful? Akalon wonder. I felt like something had happened inside there. That was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

Kieran removed his dick slowly and looked at his masterpiece once again. Akalon’s whole body was covered in hickeys, and he lay beneath Kieran, tired and content. Kieran lay beside him, catching his breath.

"Ah… I’m finally with my love," Kieran thought as he lay beside Akalon, watching him sleep peacefully.

"He’s finally within reach… no longer just a dream, no longer out of my grasp."

With a soft smile, he gently brushed a strand of hair from Akalon’s face and placed a featherlight kiss on his forehead.

This idiot. This beautiful idiot…

Why do I feel like I’d burn the world for him?

Kieran let out a chuckle at the ridiculous honesty of the thought, then simply lay there, soaking in the warmth of the boy he loved, finally close enough to hold.

After half an hour, he carried the sleepy Akalon into the shower and gently cleaned his body. Then he gently applied some arnica cream to the hickey on Akalon's body, his fingers moving carefully over each mark. The cream helped soothe the sensitive skin, and the cooling sensation seemed to calm Akalon, who was still half-dazed from exhaustion.

Once done, he dressed him in light clothes.

Akalon was dressed in light blue pajamas, their soft fabric patterned with subtle checks, giving off a relaxed, almost serene feel. The light hues seemed to complement the calm atmosphere around them, and the smooth, breathable material made him look even more relaxed as he settled into Kieran's arms.

Kieran cleaned himself up and got dressed, while Akalon—worn out and peaceful—fell asleep on the couch. Quietly, Kieran scooped him up in a gentle bridal carry and took him downstairs. It was past midnight. He walked the familiar path to Akalon’s home, the silence between them filled with unspoken warmth.

They slept in each other’s arms that night.