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fluff (sort of?) for today <3

Matthias sat on the weathered wooden bench, his eyes closed as the warm breeze caressed his face. The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink that seemed to dance across his skin. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of blooming flowers that surrounded him in the quiet solitude of the park. It was a place he often retreated to, seeking refuge from the chaos of the world, from the constant noise that seemed to consume him.

As he sat there, lost in thought, he heard a soft rustling of leaves behind him. He turned his head slightly, his eyes fluttering open to see a figure approaching. It was Isabella, her long auburn hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She wore a simple sundress, the fabric a soft shade of lavender that seemed to shimmer in the fading light. Her eyes met his, and she offered him a gentle smile.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Matthias gestured to the empty space beside him on the bench, a silent invitation. Isabella hesitated for a moment before taking a seat, leaving a respectable distance between them. She folded her hands in her lap, her gaze fixed on the horizon as the sun began to set.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Matthias couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring the way the fading light played across her features. There was a certain gentleness to her, a softness that seemed to radiate from within.

"Do you come here often?" Isabella asked, breaking the silence.

Matthias nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, I find it peaceful," he admitted. "It's a place where I can think, where I can just... be."

Isabella turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "I understand," she said softly. "Sometimes, I feel like the world is moving too fast, and I just need a moment to catch my breath."

Matthias felt a pang of sympathy for her, understanding the feeling all too well. "It's easy to get lost in the chaos," he agreed. "But moments like these, moments of quiet solitude, help remind us of what's important."

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tw! smut 역사적으로 만들고 싶었나요?? 내 생각엔?? 내 머릿속에서 무슨 일이 벌어지고 있는지 모르겠어.

In the small study, the grandfather clock ticked away the interminable minutes as Henry leaned against the mahogany desk, his cravat askew and waistcoat unbuttoned. Across from him, William lounged in a high-backed leather armchair, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. The air between them crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the ledgers and papers strewn across the desk.

Henry's gaze raked over William's form, taking in the way his tailored trousers clung to the muscular thighs he'd felt wrapped around his waist mere hours before. The memory of their passionate encounter in the library sent a rush of blood southward, straining against the confines of his breeches. He tore his eyes away, trying to focus on the figures before him, but his mind kept drifting back to the intoxicating scent of William's skin, the heat of his breath against his neck as he'd taken him from behind amidst the towering bookshelves.

William, sensing Henry's distraction, smirked, his full lips curling into a wicked grin. He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he invaded Henry's personal space. "You're not focused, dear Henry," he purred, his voice a low, sensual rumble. "Tell me, what could possibly be more important than the impending merger we're meant to discuss?"

Henry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He could feel the heat of William's gaze boring into him, the weight of his presence looming large in the intimate space. "I... I apologize, William. I suppose I'm merely... distracted."

A dark chuckle escaped William's lips as he reached out, his fingers lightly trailing up Henry's thigh. "Distracted, you say? I wonder..." His hand crept higher, brushing over the growing bulge in Henry's trousers. "Could it be that you're still thinking about our little rendezvous earlier today?"

Henry's breath hitched as William's fingers found the straining button of his breeches. With deft movements, he flicked open the fastenings, allowing his straining erection to spring free. It bobbed heavily against his belly, flushed and leaking, already aching for more of William's touch.

William licked his lips as he took in the sight of Henry's arousal,

William leaned in closer, his breath hot against Henry's ear as he whispered, "My, my, it seems the feeling is mutual." His fingers wrapped around Henry's throbbing length, giving it a slow, firm stroke from base to tip. Henry's hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious contact, a strangled groan escaping his lips.

William smirked, pleased by Henry's responsiveness. He pumped Henry's cock with a deliberate, teasing rhythm, his thumb swiping over the weeping slit, smearing the bead of moisture that had gathered there. "You're already so hard for me, Henry," William purred, his voice a sinful purr. "So desperate for my touch, aren't you?"

Henry could only nod, his ability to form coherent words deserting him as the pleasure mounted. His hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white with the force of his restraint. A part of him wanted to grab William and pin him down on the desk, to take him right then and there, but he held back, allowing William to maintain control.

William's hand tightened around Henry's shaft, his grip firm and unyielding as he continued his relentless stroking. His other hand slid under Henry's shirt, nails raking over the sensitive skin of his abdomen, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Henry's muscles clenched and fluttered beneath William's touch, his body responding to every brush of his fingers.

"I want to taste you," William growled, his eyes dark with lust. Without warning, he dropped to his knees before Henry, his face level with his straining erection. He looked up at Henry through hooded eyes, a wicked glint in their depths as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the underside of Henry's cock, tracing the thick vein that throbbed with each heartbeat.

Henry shuddered, a guttural moan tearing from his throat at the sensation of William's wet, hot mouth on his most intimate flesh. His fingers tangled in William's hair, gripping the silky strands as he fought the urge to thrust into that welcoming heat. William's tongue swirled around the swollen head of Henry's cock, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked steadily from the tip.

"Please, William," Henry gasped out, his voice strained with need. "I need... I need..."

William grinned wickedly up at Henry, relishing the desperation in his voice. "Need what, Henry?" he taunted, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Henry's cock. "Tell me what you want, and perhaps I'll grant it."

He wrapped his lips around the engorged head, suckling gently as his tongue continued its sensual assault. Henry's fingers tightened in William's hair, fighting the urge to thrust into the welcoming heat of his mouth. William could feel Henry's body trembling with restraint, and it only spurred him on.

Releasing Henry's cock from his mouth with a lewd pop, William stood, his eyes never leaving Henry's face. He could see the hunger, the raw, primal need etched into every line and plane. It fueled his own desire, the power he held over Henry intoxicating.

"Turn around," William commanded, his voice a low, sensual growl. "Bend over the desk."

Henry hesitated for only a moment before complying, the wood of the desk cool against his heated skin as he leaned over it. He heard the sound of William's belt being unbuckled, the rasp of a zipper being lowered, and his heart pounded in anticipation.

The head of William's cock nudged against Henry's entrance, already slick with arousal and the remnants of William's earlier attentions. Henry pushed back against him, a silent plea for more, and William granted it with a single, powerful thrust.

Henry cried out as William entered him, the burn of the stretch giving way to a fierce, intense pleasure. His back arched, hands scrabbling against the polished wood of the desk as William began to move, his hips rolling in a steady, driving rhythm.

"Yes," Henry hissed through clenched teeth, pushing back to meet each thrust. "Harder, William. Please, harder."

William obliged, his fingers digging into the meat of Henry's hips as he pounded into him with increasing force. The desk creaked and shook with the violence of their coupling, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing obscenely through the room.

"Fuck, Henry," William growled, his breath coming hard and fast. "You feel so fucking good. So tight and hot around my cock."

The intensity of their passion built with each powerful surge of William's hips. Henry could feel every ridge and vein of William's thick shaft dragging against his inner walls, igniting nerve endings he never knew existed. His own neglected arousal bobbed and jerked with each jarring impact, smearing pre-cum across the polished wood of the desk.

William leaned over Henry's arched back, his chest pressing against him as he nipped and sucked at the nape of his neck. Teeth and tongue marked the sensitive skin, no doubt leaving vivid reddened blooms in their wake. Henry shuddered and moaned, tilting his head to give William better access to his throat.

"You're mine, Henry," William rasped hotly in his ear, punctuating the claim with a sharp thrust of his hips. "Your body, your pleasure, your everything... it all belongs to me."

Henry could only whimper in response, his mind too hazy with lust to form a coherent reply. He felt possessed, consumed utterly by William's desire, and he never wanted it to end. Let him take, let him use, let him ruin him for all others... Henry would gladly submit to William's every dark whim and depraved desire.

William's hand slid around Henry's hip, grasping his dripping erection and stroking it in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts. The dual stimulation sent Henry spiraling closer to the edge, his climax building fast and furious in the pit of his stomach.

"Come for me, Henry," William commanded, his voice a dark, sexy growl. "I want to feel you come undone around my hand as I fill you with my seed."

That filthy promise pushed Henry over the precipice. With a hoarse shout of William's name, he came hard, his release erupting from him in thick, spurting ropes. His ass clenched and rippled around William's pistoning shaft, greedily milking him for every drop.

The sensation triggered William's own climax, and with a guttural roar, he slammed into Henry one last time, grinding against his spasming inner walls as he found his release. Wave after wave of hot, thick seed flooded Henry's channel, painting his insides white.

They remained locked together, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat, as the aftershocks of their shared climax rolled over them. William's weight pressed Henry into the desk, pulling away from him with a groan.

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In the dimly lit bedroom, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and intertwined bodies undulated in the flickering candlelight. The air hung heavy with the heady scent of arousal and the obscene symphony of ragged breaths and wanton moans.

Rowan arched her back, her chestnut hair splaying across the pillow like a fiery halo as she rolled her hips in time with the relentless thrusts of her lover. Each powerful drive of their hips sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around the thick heat of their hardness.

Her hands raked down the muscular expanse of their back, nails digging into the taut flesh as she urged them closer, desperate to feel every inch of their body pressed against her own. The heat of their skin seared her touch, the play of sinew and muscle beneath her fingers a testament to their raw, primal desire.

Rowan's lover captured her lips in a searing kiss, their tongue delving into the warm cavern of her mouth, tangling with her own in a dance of dominance and submission. They swallowed her cries of ecstasy, drinking down each breathless gasp and mewl of pleasure as if it were a heady elixir.

Their hands roamed her curves, mapping the contours of her body with a reverent, almost worshipful touch. They cupped the weight of her breasts, thumbs teasing over the stiff peaks of her nipples until she was writhing beneath their touch. Their fingers trailed lower, over the soft plane of her belly, before delving into the slick heat at the apex of her thighs.

Rowan's lover found her swollen, aching clit, circling the sensitive nub with a feather-light touch that had her seeing stars. Each brush of their fingers against her most intimate place sent bolts of electricity coursing through her veins, stoking the inferno of desire that threatened to consume her.

Their hips snapped together with increasing fervor, the obscene slap of skin against skin echoing through the room like a lewd drumbeat. The pressure building low in Rowan's belly grew more intense with each thrust, her body coiling tighter and tighter like a bowstring pulled taut.

The tension reached a fever pitch as Rowan's lover's body tensed above her, their hips slamming forward with a final, powerful thrust. A guttural groan tore from their throat as their climax crashed over them, their hardness pulsing and throbbing within the tight, convulsing heat of Rowan's core.

Rowan could feel the hot, thick spurts of their release painting her insides, the sensation triggering her own explosive orgasm. Her back arched clean off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy slammed into her, her inner walls clamping down rhythmically around her lover's still-spurting length.

A litany of incoherent cries and moans spilled from Rowan's lips as she rode out the intense, toe-curling pleasure. Her fingers clawed at her lover's back, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in the sweat-slicked skin. She could feel every muscle in her body pulled taut, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

As their shared climax began to subside, Rowan's lover collapsed onto her, their weight pressing her into the mattress. They both lay there, chests heaving, skin slick with exertion and desire. Rowan's lover's heart pounded against her own, a syncopated rhythm that matched the throbbing between her thighs.

Rowan's lover lifted their head, their eyes dark and heavy-lidded as they gazed down at her. A slow, satisfied smirk curled the corners of their mouth, and they leaned in to capture Rowan's lips in a deep, sensual kiss. It was a kiss that tasted of possession and completion, of a hunger sated... for now.

They remained entwined, their bodies still intimately joined, as the afterglow settled over them like a warm, fuzzy blanket. Rowan's lover's hand drifted lazily over her sweat-slicked skin, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. She could feel the gentle tug as their softening length slipped from her tender flesh, a trickle of their combined essence leaking out to stain the sheets below.

In the aftermath of their passionate coupling, a profound sense of connection and intimacy settled over the pair. It was a bond forged in the heat of their shared desire and the intensity of their release. For a moment, all the pain and guilt of Rowan's past seemed to fade away, eclipsed by the sheer, unadulterated bliss of the present.

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손톱 예쁘게 만들고 싶은데 길러야하고 자꾸 물어뜯는다 아아아아아아아아아아 :(

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The house was quiet when you walked in, the only sound the faint hum of the heater and the soft rustle of the wind outside. It had been a long day—work, errands, and everything else had kept you busy, but now that you were finally home, you could feel the weight of the day lifting off your shoulders. And as you stepped inside, something felt different. Something felt... special.

The soft glow of candles flickered from the living room, casting warm, golden light across the walls. The scent of something sweet—chocolate, maybe?—lingered in the air, and the faint sound of music played softly from somewhere in the distance. Your heart quickened as you stepped further inside, following the inviting path of dim light toward the living room.

Rhys wasn’t in the kitchen, where you’d usually find him after a long day, or in the hallway, scrolling through his phone like he often did. No, tonight was different.

As you rounded the corner into the living room, you froze.

Rhys stood by the fireplace, his back to you. He was dressed in a soft, fitted sweater, his sleeves rolled up just slightly, exposing his forearms. There was something about the way he looked tonight—darker, mysterious, but undeniably warm and inviting. His hair was messier than usual, as if he’d run his hands through it more times than necessary. It was a look you were used to, and yet it always made your heart race.

He turned then, sensing you were there, and his face broke into a smile that made everything else fade into the background. The warmth in his eyes, the way his expression softened as he looked at you, was enough to make your heart feel like it had stopped for a moment.

“You’re home,” he said softly, his voice low and full of something you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded, still standing in the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of him. “I… what’s all this?”

Rhys stepped toward you, moving gracefully, as if every step was measured just to make sure you felt his presence. He reached you in just a few steps, his hands cupping your face, his touch gentle yet grounding.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “I wanted to do something special. Something for you. You deserve it.”

You felt your chest tighten, both from the love in his words and from the way he held you so carefully, like you were the most important thing in his world. “Rhys… you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I wanted to,” he replied, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. His hands slid down to rest at your waist, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he held you close. “It’s our first Valentine’s Day together, and I wanted to make it memorable.”

The warmth in the room seemed to intensify, and you found yourself smiling. “You’ve definitely made it memorable. This… this is perfect.”

Rhys smiled back, his gaze soft and adoring. “You think so?”

“Absolutely.” You reached out to tug on the sleeve of his sweater, pulling him closer. “But what are we doing? What’s all this about?”

He laughed softly, a sound that made your stomach flutter. “I thought we could just relax tonight, no pressure. There’s a bottle of wine on the table, and I made dinner—well, I tried to.” His grin turned slightly mischievous. “It’s not Michelin-star quality, but I hope it’s at least edible.”

“I’m sure it’s perfect,” you said, your voice full of affection as you placed a hand on his chest. “But if it’s a disaster, I’ll be happy as long as I’m here with you.”

Rhys chuckled, his arms pulling you even closer now, wrapping around your waist. “You’re too sweet. I think you might be the one who makes everything perfect, not me.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you found yourself leaning into him, your forehead resting gently against his. The world outside seemed to disappear as you stood there in the warmth of his embrace, the soft music and candlelight wrapping around you both like a cozy blanket.

“I love you,” you whispered softly, the words flowing naturally from your lips. “I really do.”

“I love you too,” Rhys replied, his voice thick with emotion. His lips brushed over your forehead once more, lingering for a moment as if he never wanted to let go.

There was something about the way he said it—so quietly, but with such sincerity—that made everything feel even more intimate. You wanted to say something back, something that would match the depth of the moment, but for once, words seemed insufficient. All you could do was smile, letting the silence between you two speak volumes.

Eventually, Rhys pulled back slightly, his hands lingering on your waist as he gestured toward the small table near the window. “Dinner’s ready when you are,” he said, a playful spark in his eyes. “If you’re still up for it, that is.”

“I’m always up for dinner with you,” you replied, your grin matching his.

You made your way over to the table, where a simple yet beautiful spread awaited you: pasta, salad, and a bowl of what looked like his attempt at homemade bread, slightly burnt on the edges, but still fragrant and comforting. The sight of it made you laugh softly, but you could tell that Rhys had put his all into it.

“You’re incredible,” you said, sitting down at the table and motioning for him to join you.

He settled into the chair across from you, a proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s not perfect, but I’m glad you like it.”

You took a bite of the pasta, and your eyes widened in delight. “Rhys, this is amazing. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re incredible.”

Rhys looked pleased with himself as he took a sip of wine, his eyes meeting yours with that familiar, playful glint. “Glad you think so.”

As the evening wore on, the two of you sat at the table, laughing and talking, savoring the moment. The world outside may have been busy, but in this quiet, intimate space, everything felt perfect.

Later, as you both stood up to clean, Rhys pulled you back toward him, his arms wrapping around you once more. “Valentine’s Day may be just a day to celebrate love, but with you, it’s every day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

You leaned into him, a content smile on your lips as you nestled against his chest. “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of candles, music, and the love between you, you knew that every day with Rhys was exactly the kind of special you’d always dreamed of.

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The evening air was crisp, the kind of coolness that makes your breath visible as it dances into the night. You and Rhys had been walking along the cobbled streets of Cardiff, hand in hand, as you often did, your steps in sync with his. The city lights twinkled around you, reflecting off the stone buildings that lined the streets. It was late, but the city still had a certain magic, an energy that seemed to pulse beneath the surface, just waiting for the right moment.

You had no idea what was coming. Everything had felt so normal, so comfortable, just as it always did when you were with Rhys. But tonight, there was something about the air, something in the way he was holding your hand that made your heart beat just a little faster. You’d walked this path many times, but tonight it felt different. There was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, as if something was about to change.

You glanced over at him, and his face was lit by the street lamps, casting soft shadows that made him look even more handsome than usual. His smile, though, was different tonight—gentler, almost nervous, as if there was something he was trying to say but didn’t quite know how to start.

“Rhys?” you asked, your voice gentle, trying to read his expression. “Is everything okay?”

He stopped walking then, right in the middle of the path, and turned to face you. There was something vulnerable in his eyes, something raw, and it made your heart flutter.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” Rhys said, his voice a little shaky. You could tell he was nervous—this was uncharacteristic of him. Rhys was always so sure of himself, so composed. But now, there was an edge to his words that made you pause.

You tilted your head slightly, trying to piece together what was happening. “What are you talking about?”

He took a deep breath, as though gathering the courage to say something that had been building inside him for what seemed like forever. “I know we’ve been through a lot together,” he started, his voice steadying as he spoke, “and I know we’ve always kept things simple. We’ve built this life, this little world, just the two of us—and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve made me so much better, just by being you. You’ve made me feel like... like everything I didn’t even know I was looking for.”

You blinked, feeling your heart swell with emotion. Rhys had always been open with you, but there was a new weight to his words tonight, something more profound than you’d ever heard from him before.

“I don’t want to spend another day without you by my side,” he continued, his eyes locked on yours, his hand trembling slightly as he reached into his pocket. “I want this—want us—to be something that lasts forever, that only grows stronger with time.”

You felt a shift, a sudden realization of what was happening, but you couldn’t quite process it yet. Your breath caught in your throat as Rhys pulled out a small box from his coat pocket, opening it to reveal a simple, beautiful ring. The diamond caught the light, sending a small flash of brilliance into the night.

His eyes were filled with love and sincerity as he looked at you, his voice barely above a whisper. “Will you marry me?”

Time seemed to stop. The words felt surreal, floating in the air between you like a dream. Rhys, the man who had always been there for you, who had shared your laughter, your quiet moments, and your most vulnerable pieces—he was asking you to spend the rest of your life together.

You stared at the ring, at Rhys’s hopeful expression, and everything in you surged with warmth and love. You didn’t need to think about it; it was as if you’d known the answer all along. You loved him more than anything, more than you could put into words. He was your home, your constant, the one person who made your world make sense.

You blinked back the tears that had started to form, your voice coming out in a breathless whisper. “Yes. Yes, of course I will.”

Relief and joy washed over Rhys’s face as he slid the ring onto your finger, his hands steady now as he held you close, pressing his forehead gently against yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, feeling the truth of your words deep in your chest, in every beat of your heart.

The world felt still for a moment, just the two of you standing there under the lights, the city around you fading into the background. Rhys’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you in close as he kissed you softly, slowly, as if sealing the promise of forever in that one tender moment. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again, his smile wide and full of joy.

“I can’t believe this is real,” you said softly, your heart still racing. “We’re really doing this.”

Rhys chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “We’ve been doing this all along. Now we’re just making it official.”

You laughed, a sound full of joy and disbelief. “You’ve always had a way with words.”

He shrugged playfully. “I had to practice a bit for this one.”

And there, under the soft glow of the streetlights, with the sound of the city humming around you, you knew that no matter what came next, you would face it together. Your hearts, intertwined in that single, perfect moment, had just made a promise for forever.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the rugged coastline as you and Rhys stood at the edge of a cliff. The ocean stretched out before you, its waves crashing against the jagged rocks below, sending up sprays of foam that sparkled in the late afternoon light. The air smelled of salt and fresh earth, the breeze carrying the crisp tang of the sea.

You had no idea how you ended up on this cliffside, staring out at the vast expanse of water, but you didn’t mind. It was exactly the kind of impromptu adventure that Rhys was always good at suggesting. You were far from the familiarity of home, far from the quiet comfort of your bedroom, but somehow, this felt just as peaceful.

Rhys stood beside you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a relaxed, content expression on his face. His hair ruffled in the wind, the soft curls bouncing with every gust. He was grinning like he had a secret—one that only he knew—and you couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth of his presence grounding you despite the overwhelming beauty of the scene around you.

“How do you always get me to do these things?” you asked, shaking your head as you glanced over at him.

Rhys’s smile grew even wider. “I have a gift,” he said, winking at you. “But seriously, you needed a change of pace, didn’t you? I thought you’d appreciate a little adventure.”

He stepped forward, motioning to the steep path that led down the cliffside. It was rocky and uneven, but there was a rope ladder anchored to a tree near the edge, leading down to a hidden cove below. You hadn’t even noticed it at first, but now that it was pointed out, you could just make out the sandy shore at the base of the cliff, the water lapping gently at the beach.

Your heart skipped a beat. “You want us to climb down there?”

Rhys’s grin softened into something more reassuring, though his eyes still sparkled with excitement. “Of course I do. It’s a secret spot. No one else knows about it. Just us.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“Safe enough,” he said, the hint of mischief in his tone suggesting that he might be stretching the truth a little. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You met his gaze, the seriousness of his question settling in. Despite the doubt that crept in, you nodded. “I do. Alright. Lead the way.”

Rhys’s grin returned, and he stepped up to the rope ladder with a casual ease that made you wonder how many times he’d done this before. As he began to descend, his voice floated up to you, light and teasing. “Don’t look down too much. It’s a long way down.”

You took a deep breath, your hands gripping the ladder as you followed him. The first few rungs felt solid beneath your feet, but as you looked down, your stomach lurched. The sheer drop below made you dizzy, but Rhys’s reassuring voice kept you steady.

“Focus on me,” he called up. “Just look at me, and you’ll be fine.”

You did, keeping your eyes locked on him as he reached the bottom and stepped onto the beach. His eyes never left you as you made your way down, his smile never faltering, and something in his steady presence calmed your nerves. It wasn’t about the climb, really—it was about knowing that no matter what, you weren’t alone.

When your feet finally hit the sand, you let out a relieved breath. Rhys was waiting for you, arms outstretched as though to catch you if you needed it.

“See? Not so bad,” he said, his voice laced with pride.

You gave him a playful shove, feeling the warmth of his laughter ripple through you. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy in love with adventure, yeah,” he said, looking out at the cove with a glint of wonder in his eyes. “I knew you’d like it down here.”

The beach was beautiful, isolated from the rest of the world, and it felt like a secret, just for the two of you. The ocean’s rhythmic sound created a calming backdrop, and the fading sun painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. Rhys sat down on a large rock near the water’s edge, his legs dangling, and you joined him.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of you as you gazed out over the ocean. The wind picked up again, tousling your hair, but you didn’t mind. It was peaceful here. For the first time in a while, the tension that had been weighing on you—whether from work or from life—seemed to dissipate.

“I can’t believe you knew about this place,” you said, your voice quieter now.

Rhys looked over at you, his expression softening. “I’ve been coming here for a while now. I needed somewhere to clear my head. Sometimes, it’s nice to just be away from everything. I thought you might need it too.”

You nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. The solitude of the cove, the way it felt as if the rest of the world had melted away, was just what you needed. You didn’t need the constant noise, the distractions. Sometimes, you just needed the peace. And Rhys seemed to understand that in ways no one else did.

“So,” Rhys said, his tone turning playful again as he nudged you with his elbow, “what’s the verdict? Did I impress you?”

You laughed softly. “Okay, fine. You were right. This place is amazing.”

“Thank you. I knew you’d come around.” He paused, glancing at the horizon. “You know, there’s something about the way the sky looks right now. The colors are so perfect. It reminds me of when we were younger, spending entire summer days chasing sunsets.”

You smiled, remembering those carefree days—long, endless summers spent on adventures that felt bigger than life itself. You and Rhys had always shared that sense of wanderlust, that desire to find new places and new experiences together.

“I missed those days,” you admitted softly.

“Me too,” Rhys said, his voice quieter now. “But I’m glad we’re still doing this, you know? It’s like we haven’t lost that spark. I want to keep making these memories with you, even if we’re not kids anymore.”

There was a sincerity in his words, a truth that rang clear in the way he looked at you. You could see it in his eyes—the way he valued these moments, the quiet adventures, the laughter, the connection. And for a moment, you let yourself be fully present, fully in this moment with him, without any of the distractions that usually tugged at your thoughts.

“I’m glad too,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I don’t think I ever want to stop doing this with you.”

Rhys smiled, his expression softening as he reached out to squeeze your hand. “Then we won’t. There’s always more to discover.”

The last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, casting the sky in deep purples and blues. The stars began to emerge one by one, and you and Rhys sat there for what felt like hours, not saying much, just existing in the quiet beauty of the moment. It was the kind of day that didn’t need words to be remembered, one that would stay with you, tucked away in your heart.

And you knew, with Rhys by your side, there would always be more adventures to come—whether on a secluded beach, a quiet forest trail, or even just a calm evening spent together at home. It didn’t matter where you were, as long as you were with him.

[aki-reaa]

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. You lay on your side, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts a restless jumble that refused to quiet. The clock on the nightstand read 2:17 a.m., and you hadn’t come close to sleep. The weight of the night pressed down on your chest, and despite your best efforts, it felt impossible to shake the relentless insomnia that had plagued you for weeks.

You rolled over onto your back, staring at the soft, beige ceiling above you, the subtle flicker of the lamp casting long shadows that seemed to move with your racing mind. Nothing felt quite right. No matter how many times you shifted, how many pillows you rearranged, sleep remained elusive, just out of reach.

You heard the faint rustle of sheets next to you and felt the slight dip of the bed as Rhys shifted beside you.

“I know you’re awake,” he said, his voice low and soothing, the kind of tone that felt like it could wrap around you like a blanket.

You gave a soft laugh, though it came out weak. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to keep you up.”

Rhys chuckled, a sound that always seemed to soothe you. His voice, rich and warm, carried a note of tenderness as he spoke. “You never have to apologize. I’m not going anywhere.”

You could hear the small shift of him adjusting himself, and soon enough, his arm draped across your waist, pulling you closer until your back rested against his chest. The familiar weight of his presence was grounding, comforting, and for a brief moment, you felt the tight knot in your stomach loosen.

“Just breathe with me,” he murmured into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “Focus on my voice. We’ll get through this together.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said those words, and it never failed to bring a sense of calm. Rhys had always been your anchor, a steady presence in your life when everything else seemed to be in constant motion. But it wasn’t just his soothing words that made him the person you turned to in moments like this. It was the way he knew exactly what to do—how he always seemed to know when you needed space and when you needed to be held close.

Your breathing was shallow, the thoughts in your mind spiraling out of control again. You tried to focus on Rhys’s steady rhythm, but it wasn’t enough to silence the buzzing in your brain. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, the steady thrum of it matching the pulse in your chest, and for a moment, it was comforting. But the silence between the two of you, punctuated only by the soft sounds of night, made the moments feel too long.

“Rhys… I’m sorry,” you whispered again, a quiet confession that spilled from your lips without thought. “I’m keeping you awake, and I can’t—”

“You’re not keeping me awake,” he interrupted gently. His voice was always patient, never a trace of frustration in it. “You never have to apologize for this. You’re not alone, okay? We’re in this together.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to focus on his words, but your mind was still racing, spinning with a thousand worries and anxieties. You couldn’t stop it. You didn’t even know how to.

Rhys’s hand slid gently up your arm, his touch light and calming. “I know it’s hard,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “but I’m right here. Let me help.”

You shifted slightly, turning toward him. You could feel his body heat against yours, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. He was so warm, so solid, and for a moment, you felt the tension in your body start to ease. But the stillness of the night—so quiet, so empty—began to creep into your thoughts again, making it harder to focus on the present.

“Want me to talk to you?” he asked after a pause, his voice soft but steady, as though he already knew the answer.

You nodded, your voice barely audible. “Please.”

“Alright.” His hand moved from your arm to gently trace circles on your back, the rhythmic motion soothing in its simplicity. “Let’s talk about that little bookstore we found last week. Remember it? The one with the creaky floorboards and the cat that followed us around?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the memory. “Yeah, I remember. That cat was relentless.”

Rhys laughed quietly, the sound warm and rich. “It liked you better than me. It wouldn’t stop following you around.”

You chuckled softly, the sound muffled by the pillow. “It really did. I think it wanted to claim me as its new favorite human.”

“Well,” Rhys continued, his voice never faltering, “it has good taste. I’m sure it knew how awesome you are.” He paused for a moment before adding, “It’s funny. I don’t think you even noticed how much it was following you around, but I saw it. You’re kind of magnetic, you know?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. The warmth of his voice, the sincerity behind them—it always made you feel seen. But it also made your stomach flutter, a reminder of just how much Rhys meant to you, how much you needed him. But this wasn’t the time to think about that. Not now, not when sleep was still so far away.

“I think that cat was just hoping for food,” you replied, trying to steer the conversation back to something light.

Rhys hummed thoughtfully, the sound vibrating softly against your back. “Maybe. But I like to think it was a little bit of both—food and your charm.”

You smiled, the warmth of the moment settling over you like a soft blanket. His words had a way of making you forget about the world, about the tightness in your chest, the nagging thoughts that kept you awake. For a moment, there was only the sound of his voice and the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

“You’re so good at this,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Helping me… calm down, I mean.”

Rhys’s hand stilled on your back, and you could feel the soft shift of his body as he leaned in, his lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss. “I’ll always help you. You don’t have to go through this alone. Not while I’m here.”

A soft sigh escaped you, the knot in your chest loosening just a little. You let yourself relax into his touch, the sensation of his body pressed close to yours bringing a strange comfort you hadn’t expected. Rhys had always been there for you, from the first day you met him—when everything was new and uncertain—and even now, in the quiet darkness of your room, he remained a constant, unwavering force in your life.

He spoke again, his voice still that calm, steady anchor. “Want me to tell you about the lake we went to last autumn?”

You nodded, even though you had already heard the story countless times. Rhys had a way of telling stories, of spinning memories with such vividness, that even the most ordinary experiences felt like they were wrapped in magic.

“I remember it was just the two of us that day,” he began, his words slow and careful, “and the air was crisp, but not too cold. The trees were in that perfect in-between stage, where they weren’t fully gold yet, but they were getting there. And the water… it sparkled like it was made of glass.” He paused, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “We didn’t say much. We just sat there, on the shore, watching the ripples move out across the lake. I think we both needed that quiet. I think it’s what made it so special.”

You sighed softly, the memory settling over you like a dream. It was a good memory, one that always made you feel peaceful.

“I like that one,” you whispered.

Rhys’s hand resumed its gentle circles on your back. “I know you do. You always get this calm look on your face whenever I bring it up. You remember the little details too—the way the sun looked through the trees, the way the breeze felt on your skin. You never forget those things.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, his voice a steady presence that made everything feel easier.

The minutes passed, each one stretching into the next, until Rhys’s voice became more of a soft hum, the words lulling you into a deeper sense of relaxation. His hand moved from your back to gently play with your hair, the tender touch reminding you that, for once, you didn’t have to fight your way through the night alone.

As he continued to hum, you felt the weight of your thoughts slowly dissipate, like a fog lifting. The rhythm of his voice, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, all began to meld into a sense of peace that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Finally, after what felt like hours but could have been only minutes, the tension in your body seemed to melt away. Your breathing deepened, slow and steady, as the exhaustion that had been gnawing at you finally began to take hold.

Rhys’s voice faded into a soft murmur, and with one final, reassuring squeeze of his arm around you, the world around you seemed to fade into the background.

And then, in the warmth of his embrace, you finally drifted off to sleep.

[aki-reaa]

TW! contains smut <3

Elias stumbled out of the dimly lit bar, his mind hazy from the alcohol and the throbbing ache between his legs. He had been nursing that ache all night, eyeing the patrons like a predator stalking prey. It was a hunger that could only be sated one way - with raw, brutal fucking.

As if summoned by his desperate thoughts, a figure emerged from the shadows of the alley beside the bar. The man was tall, muscular, with a swagger in his step that spoke of confidence and dominance. He had a face that was all sharp angles and cruel, sensual curves, dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through to Elias's very soul.

Elias's breath caught in his throat as the man approached, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating off the stranger's body, could smell the intoxicating scent of raw, masculine power. The man's gaze raked over Elias's body, a smirk playing at the corner of his sensual mouth.

"Well, well, well..." the man purred, his voice a deep, dark rumble that sent shivers down Elias's spine. "Aren't you a pretty little thing. I could just eat you up."

Elias licked his suddenly dry lips, trying to formulate a response. But before he could utter a word, the man had grabbed him, pinning him against the rough brick wall of the alley. A large, calloused hand slid down to grope and squeeze Elias's ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave marks.

"Mmm, fuck. I bet this tight little ass would feel so good wrapped around my cock," the man growled, grinding his hardening erection against Elias's hip. "I'm going to ruin you, boy. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so fucking deep, you won't be able to walk straight for days."

Elias whimpered, his hips bucking instinctively against the man's, craving more of that delicious friction. The man chuckled darkly, his thumb teasing over Elias's trembling lower lip.

Kai's eyes flashed with a predatory hunger as he drank in the sight of Elias pinned helplessly beneath him, his body trembling with a desperate, aching need. He could see the way Elias's chest heaved, could hear the ragged pants and whimpers spilling from his kiss-swollen lips. It was a symphony of submission, a siren's call begging to be conquered.

Kai's hand slid down to the waistband of Elias's jeans, popping the button open with a flick of his fingers. He shoved his hand inside, not bothering with the zipper, and wrapped his fingers around the thick, throbbing length straining against the fabric of Elias's underwear. He could feel it pulsing with a mind of its own, a testament to Elias's all-consuming lust.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hard," Kai growled, his thumb teasing the weeping slit at the tip of Elias's cock. He could feel the moisture seeping through the thin fabric, the proof of Elias's desperate arousal. "Can't wait to wrap my lips around this big, fat dick and suck you off. Gonna drain this slutty cock dry, make you feed me every last drop of your hot, thick cum."

Kai's other hand crept down to cup and squeeze Elias's heavy, aching balls, rolling them roughly in his palm. He could feel how full they were, swollen with the need for release. His fingers crept lower still, brushing teasingly over Elias's taint before pressing firmly against his fluttering, desperate hole.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," Kai promised darkly, his voice a wicked, sinful rasp. "I'm going to pound this tight ass until you scream, until you're begging me to stop. But I won't. I'll just keep going, keep fucking you harder and deeper until your mind is nothing but a blank slate, a canvas for me to paint with pleasure and pain."

Kai's hips ground harder against Elias's, the thick, rigid line of his own cock rubbing torturously against the straining bulge of Elias's erection. He could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight to his body as he imagined sinking into Elias's hot, velvety embrace.

Elias's mind was a hazy fog of lust and desperation, his body trembling with the overwhelming need to be taken, to be used, to be fucking ruined. As Kai's fingers stroked and teased his aching cock through the fabric of his jeans, Elias could feel his resolve crumbling, his ability to think of anything but the hunger gnawing at him evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

"Please..." Elias whimpered, his hips bucking frantically against Kai's palm, seeking more of that delicious friction. "Please, I... I need..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of his craving, the all-consuming desire to be split open on Kai's thick cock and fucked until he was nothing more than a drooling, incoherent mess.

Kai's lips curled into a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting with the dark promise of the depraved acts he had in mind for Elias. He could see the desperation etched into every line of Elias's face, could feel the way his body jerked and shuddered with a need so intense it bordered on painful.

"Take me back to your place," Kai commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl that brooked no argument. It was a demand, a fucking order, and he expected Elias to obey without hesitation.

Elias didn't need to be told twice. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his lust, he nodded frantically, already fumbling in his pocket for his keys. He led Kai out of the alley and down the street, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he imagined all the filthy, depraved things they could do once they were behind closed doors.

Kai followed close behind, his gaze raking over Elias's body like a physical caress. He could see the way Elias's ass swayed with each step, the way his jeans hugged the tantalizing curve of his cheeks. It made his cock throb and pulse with the need to sink into that tight, hot heat and claim it as his own.

The door to Elias's apartment slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the charged atmosphere. Before Elias could even take a step further, Kai had him pinned against the wall, his much larger frame looming over him, caging him in. The rough texture of the wallpaper dug into Elias's back as Kai pressed against him, his hips grinding into Elias's with a force that stole the breath from his lungs.

"Fuck, look at you," Kai growled, his voice a low, dark rumble that sent shivers cascading down Elias's spine. His hands roamed over Elias's body with bold, possessive strokes, squeezing and kneading every inch of him as if he were nothing more than a piece of clay to be molded to Kai's whims.

Kai's fingers tangled in Elias's hair, fisting the soft locks and tugging his head back to expose the column of his throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Elias's neck, his breath hot and ragged as he inhaled the scent of him. Elias could feel the sharp graze of Kai's teeth against his flesh, a promise of the pleasure and pain to come.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," Kai purred, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt on Elias's skin. "I'm going to mark up this pretty little body, make it mine. Everyone will know you belong to me, that this ass is my personal fuck toy."

Kai's hand slid down to grip Elias's ass, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh hard enough to leave indents. He squeezed and massaged the taut globe, his thumb brushing teasingly over Elias's fluttering hole through the fabric of his jeans. Elias whimpered, his hips bucking instinctively into Kai's touch, craving more of that delicious friction.

"That's it, slut," Kai rasped, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Give in to it. Give in to me."

He released Elias's hair only to grab his chin, forcing him to meet Kai's intense, piercing gaze. Elias's breath caught in his throat at the hunger he saw burning in those dark eyes, the unspoken promise of the depraved acts Kai had in store for him.

"I want to hear you say my name," Kai demanded, his grip on Elias's chin tightening.

Kai's predatory gaze swept over Elias's body, drinking in every tremor, every needy whimper that spilled from his kiss-swollen lips. He could see the desperation etched into the lines of Elias's face, the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath, his pupils blown wide with all-consuming lust. It was a sight that only served to inflame Kai's own hunger, a hunger that demanded to be sated in the most primal, carnal ways imaginable.

With a low, approving growl, Kai released Elias's chin and stepped back, allowing him to catch his breath. His eyes never left Elias's face as he began to explore the room, his gaze sharp and assessing, searching for anything that might quench the fire burning in his veins. It was then that he spotted it - a closet door slightly ajar, a glimmer of glittering silicone peeking out from the darkness within.

Kai strode over to the closet, jerking the door open with a sharp tug. Inside, he found a treasure trove of sex toys, an array of dildos, vibrators, and other deliciously depraved devices that made his cock throb and pulse with anticipation. But it was the strap-on that caught his eye, a massive, thick cock of black silicone that dwarfed even Kai's impressive size. He reached for it, wrapping his fingers around the girthy shaft, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

"Fuck, this is perfect," Kai purred, turning to face Elias with a wicked, cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He held up the strap-on, letting Elias get a good, long look at the monster cock he planned to split him open on.

Kai's other hand reached for a bottle of lube tucked behind the toys, the clear plastic glinting under the harsh fluorescent light of the closet. He could feel his own cock straining against the confines of his jeans, leaking and twitching with the need to be buried balls-deep in Elias's tight, hot ass.

"On the bed, now," Kai commanded, his voice a deep, authoritative growl that brooked no argument. He watched as Elias scrambled to obey, practically throwing himself onto the mattress and scrambling to the center. The bedsprings creaked under his weight, a lewd symphony of submission.

Kai's eyes flashed with a predatory hunger as he stalked towards the bed, the strap-on dangling heavily from his fist and the bottle of lube clutched tightly in his other hand. He could see the way Elias's body trembled with anticipation, his chest heaving with each ragged, desperate breath. It was a sight that only served to inflame Kai's own dark desires, his cock throbbing and pulsing with the need to be buried deep inside Elias's tight hole.

Without a word, Kai climbed onto the bed, straddling Elias's hips with his powerful thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off Elias's body, could smell the intoxicating scent of his arousal. It made his head swim with lust, his mind filling with filthy, depraved images of all the ways he planned to ruin Elias, to break him.

With a wicked, indulgent grin, Kai picked up the massive strap-on, the thick, girthy shaft of black silicone swinging heavily in his hand. He could feel the weight of it, the promise of the delicious pain and pleasure it would bring to Elias's body. Kai's eyes flashed with a dark, hungry light as he crawled onto the bed, settling himself between Elias's splayed thighs.

"I'm going to tease this tight little body until you're begging for it," Kai purred, his voice a low, sinful rasp. He ran the tip of the strap-on up the sensitive skin of Elias's inner thigh, watching as he shivered and twitched at the unfamiliar sensation. The cool, smooth silicone was a shocking contrast to the scorching heat of Elias's skin, and he could see goosebumps erupting in the wake of the toy's path.

Kai took his time, drawing the strap-on up one thigh and down the other, always denying Elias the satisfaction of feeling it where he needed it most. He could see the desperation growing in Elias's eyes, the way his hips bucked and jerked as he tried to chase that elusive touch, that teasing brush of the thick cock against his fluttering hole.

"Please..." Elias whimpered, his voice thin and reedy with need. "Please, I... I need..." He panted harshly, his chest heaving as he strained against the silk scarves binding his wrists and ankles. The fabric creaked and stretched, but held fast, keeping Elias helpless and exposed to Kai's merciless teasing.

Kai just chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest as he continued his torturous teasing. He ran the strap-on over the globes of Elias's ass, the cool silicone slipping between the cheeks to brush feather-light over his twitching hole. Elias let out a choked moan, his back arching off the bed as he tried to push back against the toy, to force it inside where he needed it most.

"Fuck, look at you," Kai growled, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Desperate for a cock already. Desperate to be split open and fucking ruined." He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to Elias's ass, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the room. Elias yelped, his hole clenching down on nothing.

With a feral, almost animalistic growl, Kai could no longer hold back the beast within him. The sight of Elias splayed out before him, desperate and begging, his tight little hole clenching hungrily, it was too much to resist. Kai had to have him, had to claim him, to ruin him for anyone else.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," Kai snarled, his voice strained with the force of his lust. Gripping the base of the strap-on tightly, he notched the flared head against Elias's fluttering hole, feeling it pulse and twitch with anticipation. With one brutal, merciless thrust, Kai slammed forward, burying the massive toy deep into Elias's tight heat.

A guttural cry tore from Elias's throat as he was split open on the thick shaft, his back arching off the bed, his fingers scrambling uselessly to grab onto something. The sudden, intense stretch was almost too much to bear, the burn of it searing and all-consuming. But beneath that pain was a pleasure so deep, so profound, that Elias could feel it in every cell of his being.

Kai didn't give him time to adjust, didn't wait for the initial sting to fade. He set a brutal, punishing pace, his hips slamming against Elias's ass with a force that rocked the entire bed frame. The headboard slammed against the wall, the mattress springs creaking and groaning beneath the onslaught of Kai's relentless fucking. Skin slapped against skin in a lewd, erotic symphony, the sound echoing through the room like a primal drumbeat.

Kai gripped Elias's hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of his ass, pulling him back onto the thick cock spearing him open with each devastating thrust. He could feel every ridge and vein of the strap-on dragging deliciously along Elias's inner walls, stroking and massaging him in ways that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head.

"Fucking take it, you slut," Kai growled, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. "Take this fucking cock like you were made for it. This is what this tight little ass was made for, to be pounded into fucking oblivion."

Kai's hips pistoned forward with a force that bordered on violent, each thrust shaking the bed frame and rattling the headboard against the wall. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Elias's escalating cries of rapture and Kai's guttural, feral grunts of exertion. Sweat dripped down Kai's chest and back, his muscles flexing and rippling beneath his skin as he rutted into Elias with a single-minded ferocity.

Elias could only hang on for dear life, his body jolting and bouncing with each merciless thrust, his prostate battered relentlessly by the thick, unyielding silicone. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that it bordered on agony. Tears streamed down his face, his vision blurred and hazy, his mind dissolving into a fog of pure sensation. All he could do was take it, take the brutal fucking and the exquisite ecstasy, until he was nothing more than a writhing, mewling mess.

"Gonna... gonna fucking cum," Kai snarled, his voice strained and tight. His grip on Elias's hips tightened, his nails digging into the abused flesh, holding him in place as he jackhammered into him with short, brutal thrusts. "Gonna fucking pump this slutty hole full, paint these fucking walls white with my cum."

The filthy words, the promise of being marked and claimed so thoroughly, pushed Elias over the edge. With a scream of ecstasy, he came untouched, his untouched cock spurting thick ropes of cum across his chest and chin. His body convulsed and shuddered, his muscles clenching down rhythmically around the strap-on buried deep inside him, milking it, urging Kai to give him everything he had.

Kai pulled the strap-on out of him, his cock pulsing and jerking inside of Elias. He came, ropes of thick white cum painting Elias' ass white.

As the intense waves of their shared climax began to ebb, Kai felt a sudden surge of tenderness wash over him. He looked down at Elias, taking in the sight of his lover splayed out beneath him, chest heaving and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Despite the brutal, almost punishing way he had just fucked Elias, Kai felt a profound sense of protectiveness, a deep desire to care for and comfort him.

With a gentleness that belied the ferocious coupling they had just engaged in, Kai carefully eased himself off of Elias, rolling to the side and taking his lover with him. He gathered Elias into his strong arms, cradling him against his broad chest as if he were the most precious thing in the world. Kai's hands stroked over Elias's back, petting and soothing the sweat-dampened skin, tracing the elegant curve of his spine.

"Shh, I've got you," Kai murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Elias's head. "I've got you now, baby. You did so well, took my cock like a fucking champ." His voice was low and soft, a soothing rumble that seemed to seep into Elias's very bones, easing the lingering aches and pains of their intense lovemaking.

He rubbed the circulation back into Elias's limbs, his hands a balm to the slight discomfort. Kai's touch was a stark contrast to the rough, almost violent way he had handled Elias during sex, but it was no less effecting in its ability to make Elias feel cherished and adored.

He guided Elias's head to rest against his shoulder, his own head dipping down to brush a tender kiss to Elias's kiss-swollen lips. Kai's tongue traced the curve of Elias's bottom lip, a playful, teasing gesture that made Elias shiver and sigh. He could taste the salt of his own sweat on Kai's skin, the faint musk of their lovemaking still clinging to them both like a heady perfume.

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