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The problem with dating a guy who can, and does, buy anything he wants is that it's basically impossible to buy gifts for him. Add in the pressure of the gift being all romantic and shit?
Well. Kayn is feeling kinda fucked, and not in a good way.
Because Valentine's Day is like two days away and he's no closer to figuring out what the hell to get Ezreal – and he has to get him something , because the little brat will probably pout and sulk himself into a coma if he doesn't, regardless that it's a bullshit corporate holiday.
Plus it's their first real holiday together – like, officially together. Sure they'd been in their little situationship for a while now, but Ez had kissed him on New Year’s in front of everyone and slapped that shit on his socials, and now they're like a real thing.
Which means he needs a real gift. Or he's going to be real dead.
He's not a total idiot about these things, flowers and chocolate are the obvious choice for this shit, but Ez gets flowers and chocolate mailed to him by his fans by the truckload. He's practically drowning in that shit, he wouldn't even notice one more bouquet on the pile.
He could take him out to dinner somewhere – but they get mobbed everywhere they go no matter how supposedly discreet the venue is – and even then, he'd have needed to make the reservation months ago to even get in.
And besides all that, he just... he doesn't want to do that cliché shit for Ezreal. The guy has been paraded around as a walking bubblegum pop cliché his entire life. Kayn wants this to be different – to be something real , to remind Ezreal that he's in it for the long haul with the obnoxious gremlin that he knows and loves, not the superficial sugar sweet image.
Anyone can give him flowers and chocolate and candles at dinner, the perfect photo-op of what 'love' looks like for him to stick online. But only Kayn gets to be there with the silly, messy, ugly side of him. The airhead that tried to microwave his ice cream to make a smoothie because Sett claimed they were healthy. He wants to show that Ezreal that he loves him on this day of mandatory schmoop.
But Hallmark doesn't make cards that say 'I love you even when you've had four cups of coffee and run into the screen door trying to chase me around the house'. They don't have aesthetic pillows that convey 'Sometimes you're a fucking moron, but you're mine forever and I wouldn’t have it any other way' in a way that comes across the way he needs it to.
So what the hell is he supposed to get his chaotic, wonderful, perfect, gremlin – when the gremlin comes home with twelve new cute things he sees every time he leaves the house? If there was something he wanted, Ezreal would already have it. There's zero impulse control inside that pretty head.
Which means it has to be something that only Kayn can give him. So either dick or... or something else? It can't be dick. Ezreal would kill him if he just dipped himself in chocolate and wrapped a ribbon around his balls, no matter how tempting that may be. Romance would truly be dead, and Kayn would be holding the murder weapon.
No, what he really needs to do is face his absolute nemesis – cringe.
Ezreal is a gestures guy, and a little bit of a sadist – he eats it up when Kayn suffers on his behalf. The last time he carried Ezreal's stupid little fanny pack in public he got the skin nearly sucked off his dick. The tabloids had printed the image of Kayn carrying it like a whipped dog and Ezreal had printed one out just to jerk off to it. He's freaky like that.
Kayn loves him. Enough to suffer for the honor of calling the little weirdo his own – which gives him the perfect horrible idea. It's going to be awful.
Ez is going to love it.
Hopefully.
Ezreal loves Valentine's Day – well, technically he loves the day after Valentine's day even more, because all the chocolate goes on sale and he can go buy bags and bags of chocolate with the excuse that it's just economical, Yone. But the day itself is pretty neat too – basically guaranteed to get dicked down, plus it's been funny as fuck to see Kayn slinking around like a dog that thinks it's being sneaky all week long. Ezreal can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears and smell the schemes on him – lord knows he's putting his handful of brain cells to work at least. Cute.
He just hopes that Kayn isn't going to try to cook him a romantic dinner or anything. Sweet idea in theory, but they've been banned from using the stove without supervision for a reason, and he's pretty sure Kayn has never met a salad in real life. Maybe they could do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into heart shapes – that would be cute at least.
Regardless of what he's managed to come up with, Ezreal is still going to win Valentine's Day. Because obviously Valentine's Day is a competition, whether Kayn realizes it or not.
And Ezreal is giving Kayn the best gift of all – himself.
Or, more specifically, his body all wrapped up in the new lacy lingerie that he totally bought just cause it was cute, and then realized duh, a holiday coming up, so now he's going to let Kayn fuck him with these garters on until they both go blind.
Because he's the best boyfriend ever, the prince of romance.
Plus, he knows Kayn, and there's nothing Kayn appreciates more in this world than looking at Ezreal while also getting his dick wet. He'll even let him take pictures to commemorate this momentous occasion in his life. Hell, first he'll take his own pictures – because, let's be real, Kayn doesn't have the same eye for composition – and then he'll send those pictures to Kayn so he can jerk off to them in the future too. The gift that keeps on giving.
God, he's such a great boyfriend.
First though? Preparations to be had.
He'd already put the metaphorical sock on the door for the rest of the guys, letting them all know in no uncertain terms that he had plans for Kayn and that if they didn't want to hear them they should probably go elsewhere. They'd all left about half an hour ago, and Kayn knows he isn't allowed to come to Ezreal's room for another half hour, which means he has just enough time to get all oiled up and pretty before making his beautiful idiot's dick explode.
He's already made sure that he's squeaky clean in all his nooks and crannies, not a hair in sight, and his new eyeliner claims to be wedding-proof.
Whether or not it's 'Kayn's-dick-game-proof' remains to be seen.
Stretching himself had been a task for the shower, and his shiny new heart-shaped diamond-topped plug is nestled securely in place, just waiting for Prince Charming to find it. Thankfully it keeps him chubbed up enough to make the white lace panties look particularly scandalous – the scalloped edges curving halfway across his cheeks, letting the round bottoms that Kayn loves to bite peek out and say hello.
Really, the matching garter belt and thigh-highs were practically mandatory. No one in their right mind sees panties like that and thinks gee, no I don't want my thighs to match.
Plus, it balances out the corset top and long gloves... because he found a corset top and long gloves.
Needless to say, Kayn is about to become a puddle of meat-shaped thirst, and Ezreal is going to be the good samaritan ready to quench him.
So what if the entire set came from the new bridal store in the mall that he happened to stumble into for no particular reason? Who cares if he also bought the matching veil because it makes his eyes pop? Does he strictly need to be a bride to wear it? Of course not. He can merely steal the romantic intention for himself to amplify the victory over Kayn's psyche
He's going to crush this man, snatch his soul from his dick, and make him dream of Ezreal in a wedding dress.
Romantically, because he loves him.
Carnally, because he wants to own every brain cell in his man's head for the rest of their lives.
No thoughts, only Ezreal. You're welcome.
Naturally, he also bought the silk robe and matching heels, because they make his ass look even better – which he didn't know was possible, but somehow the stars have aligned, and there he is.
Flawless.
God, Kayn is so lucky.
He spends his last fifteen minutes making sure his face is perfectly dewy, his lips shiny and plump, and proceeds to take pictures of himself from every angle he can think of – he'll go through them later, probably while jerking off. He can already tell there's a few bangers in there – from above on his knees with his tongue out, from behind on his knees with his panties pulled to the side and the plug sparkling, from below with his heel placed like he's stepping on the camera... Kayn is gonna enjoy that one for sure.
Basically, he's giving this man gifts for days .
Which is good, because he can hear Kayn wearing a hole in the carpet with his pacing outside the door. Poor thing is probably anxious knowing that he's never going to win today, but he's trying anyway.
Really, no one has ever tried as hard as Kayn does, and Kayn is just being... Kayn. He doesn't try in a weird over the top way, like Ezreal is supposed to fall at his feet over expensive trinkets, and he doesn't expect him to be perfect either. Kayn wouldn't give a shit if he opened the door in a burlap sack and just wanted to eat popcorn and play video games all night – he'd happily burn them some snacks and not even blink when Ezreal's ugly laughs spew half-chewed popcorn onto the carpet. Everything is easy with him. Easy, messy, and just right.
Ezreal loves him.
So if anyone deserves to see all this , it's Kayn.
Kayn, who is now casting a shadow in front of his door, probably checking the time for the one millionth time, because he technically has about fifteen seconds before the time Ezreal gave him. Ezreal uses that time to make sure his sheets are all smoothed out – new silky ones that Yone is definitely going to need to tell him how to get stains out of later – and checks the mood lighting to make sure it's flattering.
Not that he doesn't look good in the dark too, but still. He's trying to kill a man here, it's the principle of the thing.
He crosses his legs and leans back on his arms, letting the long lines of the corset show. The little attached train over his ass fans out behind him.
Kayn sucks in a deep breath, audible from the other side of the door. Knocks three times.
Showtime.
Ezreal grins and flips his veil down, dips his chin so he can angle his best sultry gaze at the door.
“ Come in. ”
Kayn pushes the door open, eyes on a lumpy pink package in his hands.
He's chewing on his bottom lip, a hint of a blush on his cheeks already, like the pacing couldn't quite calm his nerves. Ezreal can tell he put in effort to look good too – he's got that bad boy eyeliner going on that Ezreal loves on him and the slutty lacy shirt from their last photoshoot. He's even made a futile attempt to tame his hair, just for Ezreal. What a man.
He can't wait to snatch his soul.
Kayn swallows visibly, wets his lips as he lifts his eyes to Ezreal and greets him, “Hey, sweetheart, happy Va- aaallaaah- ”
The moment his brain disengages is magical to witness, to see it puddle out his ears like ice cream melting in the microwave. A total system failure.
Kayn drops the package onto the floor with a dull thunk, jaw falling slack as his eyes rake over Ezreal's handiwork.
“Happy Valentine's Day, baby,” Ezreal purrs, uncrossing his legs just to cross them the other way around.
“Guh-”
He can't hold back his grin as Kayn staggers a step forward, nearly tripping on the lumpy package on the floor, now totally forgotten.
“Do you like your present?” Ezreal asks him, fluttering his eyelashes through the veil.
“ Fuck- ” Kayn wheezes, looking like a man starved. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, eyes roaming as a flush spreads to the tips of his ears. “Oh my god, Ez... holy. .. I-”
He stops a step in front of him, hands hovering like he's not sure he's even allowed to touch. Ezreal can understand, he knows he looks utterly divine – but Kayn isn't going to ruin him, they're just going to be beautiful together.
Plus, he can already see the rapidly growing bulge in Kayn's slacks, and if that isn't an ego boost he doesn't know what is.
“C'mon, Kayn,” he teases, dragging his tongue along his lips as he tosses his head, making the veil flutter. “Don't you want to kiss your bride? I've been saving myself for you...”
The whimper that escapes his boyfriend would be funny if the sheer need in it didn't make his cock twitch. He's never seen Kayn wound up like this before, hands trembling as he reaches to lift the veil, breath shuddering out of him. He looks like a deer in the headlights, frozen as they hold eye contact – perfectly, unbearably intimate.
“Hey handsome.” Ezreal winks at him, lifting his chin in invitation.
Kayn, ever astute, obliges him. He feels the dip of the mattress as Kayn settles a knee next to his thigh, a strong hand cupping his jaw and another finding the dip of his waist. He hovers there for a moment – his eyes searching like he's trying to memorize every detail.
“You are... so fucking pretty.”
Then he's plucking the reply right from Ezreal's lips, kissing him slow and hungry, like he's trying to steal the air from his lungs and thoughts from his head.
Jokes on him, Kayn can have them. Ezreal's done thinking for the day, his plans consisting exclusively of getting Kayn's cock inside him.
Thankfully, Kayn appears amenable.
He nips gently at his lover's bottom lip, smirk curling as Kayn shudders, his fingers clenching tight before stroking Ezreal's skin as if to smooth the marks away. It's sweet.
It's unnecessary. Maybe he broke Kayn's brain a little too hard.
He lowers himself to his elbows, reaching to cup a hand around Kayn's neck to draw him down with him, pulling him between his thighs. The material of Kayn's slacks on the bare strip of his skin drives him a little crazy – doubly so when he rolls his hips up and rubs his lace-wrapped cock against Kayn.
“Not that you don't look super hot,” Ezreal whispers against his lips, reaching to fiddle with the button on his slacks, “but I think you should take these off.”
Kayn groans into him, pushing his cock against Ezreal's hand before pulling back to tear his shirt over his head. His fingers are clumsy as he fumbles with the button on his slacks, not even bothering to unzip them all the way before shoving them down his hips and kicking them off. His silky plum boxers cling to him, and the damp patch on the front is infinitely gratifying.
“Someone's eager,” Ezreal teases him, crooking a finger to draw Kayn back to him. “C'mere.”
Kayn comes, like the good boy he is. Ezreal catches his reaching hands and places them on his knees, spreading them wide until they're settled around Kayn's hips, his heels planted on the edge of the bed. He drags his own fingertips down the lace detail on his corset, skimming a path toward the edge of his panties, brushing over the sticky head of his cock before settling on the edge of his garters. Kayn's eyes trace their path, fingers curling into Ezreal's knees like he can't help himself.
“Do you like it?” Ezreal asks him, all coy and innocent, aiming his best does eyes up at Kayn like he doesn't know this is absolutely in the top three moments of this man's life. “I got it just for you.”
Kayn's cock jumps visibly. His lip is nearly white with the way he bites at it as he nods at Ezreal. “Yeah, Ez... you look... so good-”
“Just good?” he pouts up at him, trying not to let the evil glee leak through as Kayn scrambles to correct himself.
“ Perfect- ” Kayn groans, swallowing hard as he shakes his head. “Amazing, so fucking sexy. Like every goddamn dream I've ever had, Ez-”
He looks like he's about to pass out. Incredible.
Ezreal is winning Valentine's Day so hard.
“So?” Ezreal asks him, skimming his fingers across the milky skin of his thighs before dipping them back under the edge of his stockings, “Where do you want to start?”
Kayn collapses onto him, grinding his cock against Ezreal's as he leans down to lick along the top of the corset like a dog. He whines when Ezreal tangles a hand into his hair, gently guiding him as he sucks bruises like a necklace across his collarbone, marking Ezreal as his.
He always has been territorial... cute.
Ezreal hitches one thigh up to wrap it around his waist, shifting his hips to grind them together better. The friction of the lace is delicious, made even better by the sticky slide of the silk wrapping Kayn's cock. Kayn shudders hard when the garters rub against his ribs and he reaches down to lift Ezreal's thigh over his shoulder – pushing on it until he nearly has it folded to his chest.
Good thing he's flexible.
Kayn whines as he tears himself away from Ezreal's chest, taking a moment to admire his handiwork before he continues his campaign to leave his mark everywhere. He turns his head to sink his teeth into the exposed sliver of thigh next, playfully tugging the lace with his teeth before letting it snap back into place.
“I really love these,” he murmurs into the plush skin there, running the tip of his nose along the crease of Ezreal's thigh. “ Fuck ... you're driving me crazy...”
Ezreal can relate. The whole plan was to seduce Kayn like he's never been seduced before, but fuck if the whole sexy worship thing isn't absolutely doing it for him right now. He wants Kayn's cock inside him like, yesterday, and the man is just taking his time to appreciate every inch of Ezreal's efforts.
Fuck.
Kayn's lovely talented hands finally creep up to slide under his ass, knuckles grazing the silky material of the train as his fingertips explore the lace wrapping his cheeks. His touch feels reverent, eyes lidded as he lifts Ezreal's hips in his hands to get a better look, hefting him like he doesn't weigh a thing.
Ezreal can tell the moment he sees the glimmer from the plug, breath freezing in his chest as his eyes flash with heat.
“Ez... are you-”
“I thought about you the whole time,” Ezreal tells him, squirming just to make the plug sparkle through the lace, “My fingers weren't enough... I wanted you so bad- ”
“You have me,” Kayn growls as he pulls the lace aside to press his thumb into the base of the plug, “ Fuck , Ez... you have me, I'm yours-”
“Give it to me.”
He sees the instant Kayn breaks, feels him gather the lace in his fist and yank, tearing a tattered hole in the panties to make room for himself. Roughened fingertips trace the edge of the plug, rocking it in a harsh tease that makes him keen before pulling it free. He's dimly aware of the clatter as it hits the floor, but the stretch of two of Kayn's fingers pushing into him quickly steals his attention.
“Is this what you wanted?” Kayn's eyes burn through him as he works his wrist in quick thrusts. He scissors his fingers and leans to press a kiss into Ezreal's knee. His canine scrapes against the lace of the stocking as he presses his fingers up hard. “All dressed up for me because you were craving my cock?”
The wild look in his eyes makes Ezreal's toes curl, back arching as he tries to get leverage to roll down onto Kayn's hand. He reaches up to grab his own thigh, pulling himself open. “ Yes. ”
The single word sends a shudder through Kayn, his hand stilling as he groans and squeezes himself through the silk of his boxers. “Fuck, Ez, I'm already-”
“Don't you dare ,” Ezreal growls and shifts the leg he's not holding until he can press the toe of his high heel into Kayn's cock. “You're going to cum inside me or not at all.”
“ A-ah- ” Kayn's whole body jerks, his hand darting down to tug on his own balls until he's whimpering, teeth clenched and eyes watering, “ Fuuuuck- ”
“Do not- ” He presses harder, eyes narrowed, basking in the pained cry Kayn lets out as his chest heaves for breath.
“I didn't-” Kayn groans – whimpers – exhales a harsh breath as he lets his balls go. “I swear.”
“Good boy.”
His lover breathes through his teeth like a wounded animal at the praise, shaking his head hard as he curls his fingers into Ezreal again. “Don't- if you do I won't last.”
“But you are so good though,” Ezreal insists, moving his foot so he can lean up to stroke Kayn's cheek with the silky tips of his gloves. “Come on, prove it to me. Make me cum. Worship me, Kayn.”
He doesn't have to tell him twice. Kayn's pretty boxers nearly go the way of Ezreal's underwear with how haphazardly Kayn tugs at them and throws them across the room. The head of his cock is flushed so deeply red it almost matches them, burning hot and dripping where Kayn notches it against him. They lock eyes as Kayn grabs for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he shifts his weight, nudging his hips forward.
Even with the plug and the stretching, Kayn still takes his breath away every time.
It's the awe in his eyes. The way his chest heaves, red creeping down his collarbones. The flex of his abs as he works his hips back to carve deeper inside of Ezreal's body. The curl of his fingertips and flutter of his lashes as he fights to stay grounded, like being inside Ezreal is a transcendental experience for him.
To be fair, it would be for anyone – especially with what he's wearing now. But it's nice to be so visibly appreciated.
Kayn's arms tremble as he bottoms out, hips grinding deep. His whole body flinches when Ezreal squeezes around him with a grin.
“ Don't- ” It's a gasp, a plea.
Ezreal is going to have so much fun breaking him.
“Shhh.” He rubs a thumb over Kayn's bottom lip and rolls his hips up. “Give me what you owe me, love.”
Kayn sobs a breath against his hand and leans forward to drop his head to Ezreal's chest, nuzzling his face into the lace there.
“Ez, I- need a minute-” He can feel Kayn throbbing inside him. The twitch of his fingers as he fights for his self control. The shallow breaths and tightness in his jaw giving him away.
“Aww, do you think I'm that pretty, sweetheart?” Ezreal coos at him, carding his fingers through Kayn's hair until he can meet his eyes, teary and overwhelmed.
Kayn nods against him. “You're the most beautiful person in the world... you're my whole world.”
The words are so earnest it makes Ezreal shiver and clench hard around Kayn, earning a strangled groan. Kayn rolls his hips like he can't help himself, whining high in his throat as he shakes his head, pained and miserable.
“Kayn-” Ezreal warns, pulling hard on his hair to wrench Kayn's head up. “ Don't. ”
“ Haaah- ” Kayn shakes his head harder, groaning as he gives up and fucks into him in short, sharp bursts, pressing deep. “I can't, I-”
Ezreal feels the heat seeping into him as Kayn's voice breaks, his entire body trembling as he fills him with his cum. He tightens the fist in Kayn's hair, eyes narrow as Kayn avoids his gaze.
“I thought you said you were going to be good today.”
Kayn curls like a whipped dog, and Ezreal almost feels bad – because Kayn busting so early really isn't his fault, not when he's trying to keep his sanity fucking Ezreal, when he looks like this. He was doomed from the start. But on the other hand... he is absolutely going to make him suffer for it.
“I...” Kayn chokes out, hips stuttering as Ezreal clenches around him again, torturing him with oversensitivity. “I can be, I will-”
Scoffing, Ezreal lets go of his hair, pressing on Kayn's chest to push him back. “Well?”
Kayn blinks at him, still stupid from his orgasm, looking a little woozy and desperate as he runs his hands down Ezreal's thighs to where he's softening inside him. “I can, um...”
“I didn't ask.” Ezreal rolls his eyes, tapping his nails on the thigh he's still holding to his chest. “Lick it out and start over.”
To his credit, Kayn doesn't hesitate for even a second. They hiss in tandem as he pulls out and practically throws himself down the bed, burying his face between Ezreal's thighs. He laps at his hole like a man starved, spreading Ezreal with his thumbs to press deeper, groaning into him.
The man must've sold his soul for that tongue, because the things he does with it are unholy. Ezreal can't help but bite his fist as he watches Kayn devour him like he's his last meal. There’s something so intoxicating about being so wanted , the heady desire seeping through his veins until his head spins. He drops the grip on his thigh to grab the back of Kayn's head, holding him in place as he grinds his hips up. His cock drips into the ruined scraps of lace still clinging to his hips, smearing onto the bottom of his corset. The garters rub Kayn's ears red where he claps his thighs around his head and squeezes.
And still, not a whisper of complaint from his lover, who seems prepared to drown happily.
A particularly filthy curl of his tongue has Ezreal crying out, back arching toward the ceiling. Kayn chases him, eyes full of fire as he meets Ezreal's gaze, his face slick and shiny as he licks his lips and dives back in.
He's going to lose his fucking mind. Kayn hasn't so much as looked at his cock, and he already feels the heat licking at his spine. He wants to cum, but not like this-
“Kayn-” he gasps, tugging on the man's hair to get his attention, moaning when Kayn hums his acknowledgement without lifting from his task. “Kayn, please, are you- can you go again?”
Kayn pulls back with a wet suck, pressing a kiss to his hole before wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist and offering Ezreal a look of disbelief.
“Are you kidding me?” he asks, shifting back up to rub his cock against Ezreal's stocking-wrapped calf. “With you looking like this I'm going to be hard every three minutes.”
“Thank fuck-” Ezreal wheezes, letting his head thunk back into the sheets. “Try to last more than two this time.”
Kayn crawls up the bed to kiss him, licking the taste of his cum into Ezreal's mouth as he reaches down to line himself up. He pushes in again, slow and steady, smiling against him as he whispers, “No promises, gorgeous.”
His first thrust knocks the laugh right out of Ezreal's lungs. This fucking idiot.
He curls his legs around Kayn's waist, pulling him close until his abs drag the ruined lace of Ezreal's panties against his cock with every thrust. Kayn grunts as Ezreal's heels dig into his ass, making him fuck into him harder, until each thrust threatens to shift them up the bed. It's almost too good, hitting so deep inside him that it's hard to catch his breath, head spinning from the sting of Kayn's teeth on his neck and the gentle hand weaving into his hair.
“ Kayn- ” The punishing pace knocks every thought from his head, leaving nothing but his lover's name.
“Fuck, Ez-” Kayn growls into his neck, sucking hard on the column of his throat. “You're so perfect... so pretty-”
He wants to deny how hot the words make him – that it pushes all the right buttons – but they spin right into his mind. He throws his head back, hips rolling in time with Kayn's, melting under the force of Kayn's attention.
“You like that, huh?” Kayn bites at the juncture of his jaw. “I can feel you clench on me when I call you pretty. You are, baby. You are so pretty .”
“Kayn-” Ezreal sobs, toes curling, head tossed to the side as Kayn takes him apart.
“A fucking vision , Ez-” Kayn groans, hands clamping on him, tight and greedy. “And you're all mine, just for me-”
“Just for you,” he echoes, nodding as he meets Kayn's stare – so intense he feels like he's been flayed open. “Always-”
“ Fuck- ” Kayn darts a hand between them to jerk Ezreal off, fingers flying over the soaked tatters of lace as he fucks in deep. His grin is hot and cocky as he licks his lips. “Come on, sweetheart, make me pretty too-”
It feels like he shatters into a thousand pieces, blood rushing in his ears as he spills into Kayn's fist.
“That's it, gorgeous,” Kayn whispers in his ear, fucking him through it as he trembles under him, “Give me everything.”
Ezreal does. Cum and tears and shuddering breaths – his nails buried into Kayn's shoulders as he comes down from his high.
Kayn is still hard inside him, stroking his cheek with this soft smile. Ezreal can't help but match the adoration in his eyes. He reaches up to catch his fingers and murmurs sweetly, “Cum on my face?”
His man is a champ at following orders – scrambling up his body and hardly making it two strokes before he's marking Ezreal for the second time, inside and out. It drips down his cheek to his chest, pooling in the lace edging there. Some of it catches the veil too – it's all going to need a wash now.
But, more importantly...
“Did my eyeliner run?” he asks Kayn as he pushes onto an elbow and smiles up at him. “It's new.”
“Not a smudge,” Kayn confirms, leaning down to peck him on the lips before crawling off him. “You look as beautiful as when I got here.”
“Yours is a mess,” Ezreal teases him, reaching to wipe a knuckle under his eyes where Kayn's has started to bleed into raccoon territory. His cheeks are still sticky too, but there's nothing to be done about that.
“You love me anyway.”
“I do.” He winks at him, flopping onto his back, thoroughly exhausted. “Always will.”
Kayn's breath hitches a beat. “Me too.” He grabs Ezreal's hand, rubbing at his knuckle as he leans over him. “I do.”
“Mmm, I know.” He leans up to seal it with a kiss, then flops back down and rolls onto his side. “Happy Valentine's Day.”
“Oh! Shit, right-” Kayn barks a laugh, scrambling off the bed to scoop up his discarded lumpy package from the floor. Ezreal enjoys the view of his perfectly biteable peach as he goes, not bothering to hide his ogling as Kayn preens and swaggers back to the bed. “I almost forgot, this is for you.”
“What is it?” He asks, even as he tears off the paper.
“Just open it, Ez.”
Huffing, he does as he's told – not that it does him any good.
“It's... two jars of sticks?”
Kayn rolls his eyes and unscrews the tops before pushing them back into Ezreal's hands, his flushed cheeks and fidgeting hands betraying his nerves.
Cute.
Ezreal plucks out a white stick from the jar on the left first, squinting as he reads Kayn's messy scrawl.
“'Because you're always down for a bad idea, and it's so sexy of you.'” He squints at Kayn before pulling out another one. “'Because of the way you kiss me like no one is watching'... Kayn what are these?”
“They're ah... fifty reasons why I love you.” His boyfriend scrubs at the back of his head, sheepish. “There's a reason on each stick... I know it's kinda silly, but I thought-”
“Shhhh-” Ezreal cuts him off, lip wobbling as he goes for the other jar and pulls out a red stick. “'One full day of pampering with all the fancy goop'-” He glances up at Kayn, heart filled to bursting, and pulls another. “'A week of all your chores'- Kayn!”
“Those ones are fifty things I'll do for you,” Kayn huffs, furiously red now. “You can use them anytime you want, so-”
Ezreal doesn't let him finish. The jars go rolling, sticks clattering as Ezreal tackles him to the bed and covers his face with kisses. This wonderful, thoughtful, ridiculous man.
“I love you so much,” he tells him, squeezing his arms around Kayn's neck until the man gurgles under him, “But I'm so mad at you right now-”
“Why?” Kayn squeaks, trying to pry him off to get air or something stupid like that. “What did I do-”
“I was supposed to win Valentine's Day!” Ezreal complains, thunking his head into Kayn's chest. “Look at me! I rocked your world! You weren't supposed to go all perfectly sweet and thoughtful and steal my victory!”
Kayn squints at him, lifts a hand and one shoulder in surrender. “Sorry?”
“Ugh!”
Kayn's arms wrap around him, smoothing down the lace and silk to settle on his bare hip.
“If it makes you feel better, I think you won.”
“Good,” Ezreal huffs, “It does... but now I have to work twice as hard next time and get the really good bridal lingerie.”
Kayn wheezes into his hair and squeezes him tight, his chest thumping doubletime under Ezreal's cheek. He's so easy. Ezreal definitely has next year in the bag, there's no way Kayn will be the perfect boyfriend two years in a row...
“Count on it, love. Next year you'll have a diamond to match your plug.”
...
Fuck.