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Sitting in the waiting room of their therapist’s office, things haven’t felt this tense between Eric and Kyle for a while. The sound of the receptionist typing at their keyboard makes Kyle’s eye twitch occasionally, and he looks up from his work inbox to stare at the bubbling treasure chest in the aquarium opposite him.
However, Kyle’s attention is soon pulled towards Eric’s dramatic sigh. He looks to his left to see his long-term boyfriend now sitting up from the slouched position he was in before. His arms are still folded across his chest.
“Just so you know, I’m going to bring it up in the session.”
Kyle blinks, lowering his phone.
“Why?” There is no need to ask what ‘it’ means. It’s what they’ve been bickering over the most lately, and why the atmosphere is so tense.
“Because I think it’s something we should talk about further-”
“You just want Paul to side with you!” Kyle interjects, rolling his eyes.
Eric’s jaw drops and he gasps, affronted.
“Do not!”
“Do too!” Kyle snaps.
Eric huffs and rolls his eyes, shifting in his seat a little bit. Kyle has to bite back a smug, victorious smile. He knew it.
“It couldn’t hurt to have his opinion, though, right?” Eric asks, raising his eyebrows.
Before Kyle can answer, their therapist - a tall, thin man with a salt and pepper beard - pokes his head out of his office.
“Hey, guys.” He smiles. “I’m ready for you now.”
The hour rolls by the way it usually does, with Paul nodding and asking all the right questions when the discussion reaches an impasse.
They’ve been going to therapy for nearly two years now, and over the course of those two years Paul has talked less and less, which Kyle sees as a positive. Therapy has definitely altered the way he and Eric communicate, helped them to develop strategies that Kyle and Eric once had to pause, take a deep breath and actively put into practice in the heat of the moment, but have now become instinct, muscle memory.
Therapy was Kyle’s idea. Once the powerful wave of relief of knowing that they both liked each other had ebbed, once the torrid honeymoon period had cooled, reality crept back in. And while their relationship dynamic had shifted from best frenemies to lovers, boyfriends they were still the same people, ill-equipped for a serious, romantic relationship. But Kyle didn’t want to fall back into old habits, he didn’t want to give up on what was finally making him happy because that was the easier option, albeit one that would make him resentful and miserable. He wanted Eric, and he was going to do anything he could to keep him. It was a sentiment that Eric shared, when Kyle suggested therapy following a couple of days away after a huge fight. Eric had held Kyle close and murmured: “I don’t want to fuck this up.” Eric needed to do a lot of work, true, but so did Kyle. From now on, they were a team.
Those words echo in Kyle’s mind even to this day, whenever Eric makes an earnest effort, when he lets his guard down, when he shows Kyle how much he loves him in simple, soft moments. Hell, Kyle has shot Eric a few tight, proud smiles even today, even when he’s rigid with anxiety at the thought that any moment now Eric is going to bring up the dreaded ‘it.’
“So, uh, before we wrap up, is there anything else you would like to discuss?” Paul asks, looking between them both.
Kyle’s breath hitches. It’s Eric’s last chance.
“No, nothing from me.” Kyle smiles. He takes a deep breath. “Thanks.”
His shoulders soften, and he’s about to get up, almost out of the woods, until-
“I want Kyle to fuck me in my sleep, and he won’t do it.”
Kyle’s face falls, and he sinks into the couch.
“Oh…” Paul whispers, shifting in his seat. He coughs into his fist. “Okay…”
“Jesus, Eric…” Kyle mutters, face burning, and he stares at the carpet while he rubs his creased forehead.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle can see Eric throwing his arms down indignantly.
“What? I told you I was going to bring it up!”
As always, Paul interjects with perfect timing, raising his hand and looking at the couple over his glasses.
“Alright, uh, Kyle, I sense that you have some discomfort around this topic?”
Eric snorts, getting comfortable in his seat.
“Got him in one, Paul.” He grins, shooting their therapist a finger-gun. It’s an inside joke that Eric is yet to grow bored with. “You really are one of the best.”
Kyle sighs at Eric’s deflecting, looking Paul in the eyes.
“Yeah, it does make me uncomfortable.”
“Could you share why that is, exactly?”
Maybe Kyle should have expected that question from a therapist, but it still takes him back a little. Shouldn’t the reason it makes Kyle uncomfortable be obvious?
“W-w-well…” his gaze flits between a curious Paul and a haughty Eric. “I mean… can someone really consent if they’re asleep?” his brow creases. “I would just feel like I’m taking advantage of him.”
Paul nods slowly.
“Alright, thank you, Kyle. So, Eric, how do you see this scenario playing out in your mind?”
“And try not to be too graphic please?” Kyle interjects, wincing and raising his eyebrows at Eric.
Eric rolls his eyes exasperatedly but makes no complaint.
“Well, I would ask you if you’re… ‘up for it’, but instead of fucking me straight away, you would wait until I was asleep.” He shrugs. “Totally consensual.” He dusts his hands off. “Easy peasy.”
Kyle’s mouth drops open, an incredulous scoff slipping out.
“Except I would never want to do that. And my consent matters too, doesn’t it?”
Eric withers then, and his mouth opens and closes a few times. Suddenly, it’s not so simple anymore.
“Well, yeah, of course it does!”
“So why can’t you take no for an answer on this one?”
“Because when I bring it up, and you say no, it feels like you’re kink-shaming me!” Eric exclaims, crossing his arms tightly and giving Kyle a wounded look.
Kyle’s face flares again, mouth agape.
“I’m not kink-shaming you!”
“Which is pretty rich, Kyle, considering all the other stuff we’ve done-”
“Listen, Eric, I’m not judging you, okay?!” Kyle interjects, before Eric can start reeling off their bedroom experiments. “I just think given…” he meets Eric’s eyes and softens his voice. “Past events… it could be retraumatising for you.”
Eric swallows, and the faint sound is audible in the quiet room. Something flickers in his eyes, recognition that Kyle may have a point, but Kyle takes no pleasure in it this time, only relief that Eric is starting to understand his concern.
“That’s the exact opposite of why I want to do this, though,” Eric replies, shifting closer to Kyle on the couch. “I think it could help me ‘heal’ or whatever, and the look on your face whenever I bring it up…” he hangs his head, and Kyle wants to find his gaze but thinks it is perhaps best if he waits for Eric to initiate eye contact. He soon does. “It just makes me feel more ashamed.”
Kyle’s stomach, his heart, his lungs all seem to draw together whenever Eric talks about the abuse he’s suffered over the years. Guilt that Kyle couldn’t do anything to stop it, too young and blissfully ignorant, anger that burns with a ferocious protectiveness, and sharp, needling sadness. Guilt is the most asphyxiating emotion right now, though, its hands grasping him tightly from his throat to his stomach.
“I never want to make you feel ashamed of what happened to you, Eric.” Kyle shakes his head. “I’m just worried that it might not have the effect you want it to have.”
Eric rubs his lips together and drops his gaze to the couch, the plush, navy space between them, and Kyle can tell he’s deflated.
“I’m afraid we’re out of time, guys,” Paul says softly. “Should we finish off by sharing something we’re grateful for in our partner?”
Kyle looks up at their therapist, smiling appreciatively. He takes a deep breath and turns to face Eric, looking into his eyes. Their usual end-of-the-session exercise feels particularly important right now.
“I appreciate you listening to me, and feeling safe with me, and for seeing that I’m coming from a place of concern.”
Eric blinks up at him with gleaming eyes, and a tight, secret smile just for him. It makes breathing a little easier for Kyle.
“Thank you.” It’s Eric’s turn to take a deep breath. “I appreciate you listening to me, and wanting to look out for me, and for making me feel safe enough to be vulnerable with you.”
Paul nods, pleased with them both.
“Thank you, guys. I’ll see you next week?”
Kyle nods, getting to his feet.
“Sure thing.” He smiles as he shakes Paul’s hand.
“Thanks, Paul.” Eric grins, giving Paul his usual vigorous handshake. “You’re a damn genius, my guy.”
Paul snickers, and Kyle isn’t sure if he’s ever really got the joke.
They walk to the car in contemplative silence as usual, and while the silence is usually broken by one of Eric’s playlists on the radio that they can’t help but sing along to, or by Eric making some funny - albeit bitchy - comment about the receptionist or another couple they happen to pass as they leave the office, no such opportunities present themselves. Eric doesn’t even select a playlist, just leaves them in silence.
So five minutes after pulling out of the parking lot, Kyle takes the initiative, by saying the one thing that’s got him in an emotional fucking chokehold.
“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel ashamed about all this, Eric.” Kyle’s face is creased in the corners when he and Eric make fleeting eye contact. “I really didn’t mean to.”
Eric nods to himself, lips parted.
“Thanks.” He smiles. “I know that.” His smile broadens into a sheepish grin. “You just have a terrible poker face, is all.”
Kyle snickers, feeling considerably lighter.
“I’ll work on it.”
“While we’re apologising…” Eric’s grin has totally faded, eyebrows knitting together. “I’m sorry for pressuring you.” His face creases now, and he shakes his head and leans in closer to Kyle, seatbelt digging into his chest. Kyle’s gaze flits between Eric’s face and the road. “I never want to do that to you, and I hate that I have.”
Kyle gives him an appreciative, scrunched-up smile, his eyes stinging slightly.
“Thank you. I’m glad that I have a little more insight into why it appeals to you so much now, though.”
He rakes his gaze over Eric before placing his hand on his thigh. Eric looks up, blinking, and Kyle smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners.
“You know you can always talk about the past with me, right?”
After all, it’s the least he can do. He may not have been able to protect Eric in the past, but he can ensure his happiness and safety in the present.
Eric nods, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“I know,” he whispers, reaching for Kyle’s hand at his leg and clasping it tight.
They sit in silence for a bit, but it’s a lighter silence, a warmer silence. A silence that is content to sit rather than desperate to be broken.
“We’re getting pretty good at this therapy thing, huh?” Eric teases, sliding a grin to Kyle.
“Uh-huh.” Kyle nods, a smile spreading across his face too.
Eric sighs, shaking his head.
“That Paul is a freakin’ genius, I tell ya.”
Kyle snorts and rolls his eyes fondly.
“Yeah, well, he can’t take all the credit.” He takes his eyes off the road to raise his eyebrows at Eric. “We’re doing most of the work.”
Eric chuckles.
“Yeah, fuck that guy.”
Kyle snickers too, and doesn’t let go of Eric’s hand until he absolutely has to.
Eric has pulled out nearly all the drawers in Kyle’s room, has rummaged through clothes, and toys and stationery in search of his phone charger, and not only has he not found the damn thing, but Kyle hasn’t stirred once.
This isn’t an unusual occurrence, of course. He often sneaks into Kyle’s room in search of something Kyle has stolen, or acquired, when really Eric is the deserved owner. Or stood guard and thwarted Kyle when he’s threatening to sabotage an excellent opportunity or a brilliant scheme that Kyle is just jealous he didn’t get or come up with himself.
He will often leave Kyle’s room empty-handed, and find said missing item under his bed, or in his mom’s car, or under his desk. He will also often need to make a hasty getaway when Kyle stirs or actually wakes up and confronts him about what he’s doing in his bedroom yet again, and Eric will counter that if he wasn’t such a no-good, sneaky little thief/saboteur, then he wouldn’t have to resort to such drastic measures. Only sometimes will Kyle not stir at all, sleeping on his back with a scrawny limb falling out of the sheets, his arm flung above his head. This is one of those nights.
Eric wonders how Kyle can sleep so peacefully. Of course, sometimes Kyle can just be tired from school, from a day spent playing, or after another one of their stressful, surreal adventures has come to a close. But Eric wonders if maybe Kyle has had a hearty, comforting meal before bed, chatting with his parents and Ike around the dinner table, or he’s had a warm bath, or his mom or dad have read him a bedtime story to send him into a dream-filled sleep.
All things Eric has too, but they are tainted somewhat by his mom’s denial of what has happened in Eric’s bed, once he’s under the covers and the lights are off. All those cosy, domesticated things only make Eric feel good for a second, they’re only surface level because his mom will still bring strangers into the house, wolves in pigs’ clothing, and not protect Eric from them when they leave her passed out and turn their loathsome attention onto him.
Eric has told his mom about all this before, and she’s cried, and she’s held him, and apologised, but nothing ever changes. That’s all surface level, too. But with Kyle, it isn’t surface level. His parents make sure he’s fed, and clothed, and loved, and protected . It’s surprising how fucking hollow you feel when even just one of those components is missing.
He balls his fists, grits his teeth and decides that tonight is a lost cause. Kyle must not have his charger, after all, and he’s not going to be taunted by Kyle’s steady, peaceful breathing for a minute longer.
Eric stalks over to the window, fists still clenched tightly, but before he slips out, pale light in the corner of his eye catches his attention. He turns towards it to see that it was in fact the moonlight illuminating Kyle’s skin.
Fucking daywalker.
But his shoulders droop, irritation melting away as he studies Kyle’s face, his cinnamon eyelashes resting delicately on his cheeks and his parted lips that look softer than any pillow.
What if he’s Prince Charming and Kyle is Sleeping Beauty? If he kisses those lips, would they both have a happily ever after? Would that make everything okay? Eric is tempted to find out, tempted to crawl over to Kyle and brush their lips together, so this night isn’t a lost cause. But he knows it doesn’t work that way. If Kyle wakes up mid-kiss, Eric would never be able to live it down. Besides, would Kyle feel just as confused and horrified and dirty as Eric feels when he’s woken up to someone with their hands in his pyjama bottoms? It’s a feeling he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy.
He gulps down his curiosity, and it immediately disintegrates in corrosive shame, before leaving through the window without looking back.
It’s been nearly a week since their last therapy session and Eric’s request for sex while sleeping has been playing on Kyle’s mind a lot lately; in the shower, when he’s bored in traffic, before he turns off his lamp once he’s finished reading in bed, and looks over at Eric snoring softly next to him. Now that he understands a bit more about Eric’s rationale, the more confident he feels in his ability to make it an enjoyable experience for him.
Kyle doesn’t think it’s overblown to state that sex between them is enjoyable a near 100% of the time, so the odds were always going to be in his favour, but this type of sex would be so much different. It’s sex with stakes . It is sex that, if it goes wrong, could retraumatise Eric and cast Kyle - no matter how temporarily - as another careless, exploitative bastard, someone who Eric can’t trust. Kyle never, ever wants Eric to see him that way.
So while Kyle is intrigued and opening up more and more to the idea, he still needs a little bit more information before he can express to Eric that he’d be willing to give it a try. He likes to think of himself as analytical, after all.
He can’t decide if now is the best or the worst possible time to bring it up; a Saturday morning, after slow, sloppy sex with Kyle still inside Eric. Meanwhile, Eric’s cock is pressed between their sticky bellies, twitching as Kyle’s stomach rubs against it. Is the timing appropriate, or will it ruin the rest of their weekend? Kyle languidly makes out with Eric as he weighs up his options, his lips a perfect, fatal distraction.
Their hands are intertwined above Eric’s head, before Kyle pulls back to finally address the situation. But Eric is having none of it, grasping Kyle by the nape of his neck and pulling him to his lips again. Kyle returns the kiss with a startled, muffled chuckle, rolling his eyes fondly before his lids slip shut, and he indulges in Eric’s kisses once again.
He eventually manages to wrench himself away, keeping his eyes on Eric as he slides his half-hard cock out of him. Eric blinks, a tiny, indignant dent in his brow, like he really thought Kyle was just going to stay there all fucking day. They don’t break eye contact as Kyle climbs off Eric to lie down next to him, on his side.
“So…” Kyle begins, sliding his leg between Eric’s.
“ Hmm?” Eric asks, eyes closed as he turns his head towards him, still spent. He looks like he could fall asleep any minute and honestly, it makes Kyle’s cock twitch.
“This ‘fucking you in your sleep’ thing…” Kyle hopes his words sound chill and inquisitive around the lump in his throat.
Eric’s eyes fly wide open, bright and hopeful.
“You want to do it?”
Kyle snickers and rolls his eyes fondly again. It’s a reminder to be careful with his wording.
“Now, I didn’t say that, did I?” He sighs, dropping his gaze as he strokes Eric’s chest. “But I have been thinking about it, and I was wondering…” he looks up at Eric’s intrigued face. “Why does it appeal to you so much?”
Maybe it’s because he’s staring so intently at Eric’s face, but noticing it drop a mere inch makes Kyle tense.
“You really want to know?”
Kyle nods.
Eric closes his eyes and nods too, sighing through his nose before he looks at Kyle again.
“I just…” Eric’s gaze wanders to the foot of the bed. “I don’t know how many times I woke up with some creepy stranger in my bed that my mom brought home, and he would be…” he grimaces. “Doing things to me. And I would be so confused and powerless. I would feel trapped and like all I could do was shut my eyes until it was over.” Kyle notices his jaw pull tight, notices him grip the sheets tighter, and he feels his body grow taut beneath his fingers. “I fucking hate how those moments were the first ‘sexual’ experiences I ever had.” He rolls his eyes. “I fucking hate calling them sexual, even because I know now that’s not what sex is supposed to be like.” He turns his head towards Kyle and a smile flickers on his face, his body softens. “It’s supposed to be like this…”
Kyle returns the smile, nose stinging. He continues rubbing soothing circles into his chest and sinks into Eric’s side.
Eric chuckles, rolling his eyes.
“I mean, it’s not always as gay and sappy as this, but you get the point.”
Kyle snorts, face warming up, and he bites his lip when he gives Eric’s chest a pinch.
“And I know now that what happened to me when I was a kid wasn’t my fault,” Eric continues, smile fading. His brow is creased with earnestness, and he shakes his head. “It didn’t happen because I was a bad person, and it didn’t make me a bad person.” He takes a deep, weary breath. “The only bad people were the pedo, rapist motherfuckers in my bed.”
Kyle nods, pressing his body against Eric’s.
“Absolutely.”
“I don’t want to let them win, you know? I want to take ownership over those experiences, try to reclaim them, and I think doing it consensually with someone I feel safe with, who I love and who loves me…” Colour rises on Eric’s cheeks when he meets Kyle’s eyes. “ With you … would be kinda healing for me.” He winces. “Does that make sense?”
Tears are swimming in Kyle’s eyes, and the pride he feels for Eric is so intense it’s like his heart is on fire. He won’t be able to speak without blubbering, so instead he nods, cups Eric’s face and kisses him firmly.
“Yeah, it does,” he manages to whisper, staring into Eric’s glassy eyes and rubbing his cheek with his thumb. He sighs. “I can’t imagine what you went through, Eric, but what you just said… it does make sense. You put it very eloquently.” He smirks and tilts his chin up at him. “Paul would be proud.”
Eric snickers, canine grazing his bottom lip as he studies Kyle’s face.
“Nah, that gay speech shit is all you.”
They giggle together like lovestruck teenagers as they kiss again.
“And they didn’t win, by the way,” Kyle says when they part, gaze boring into Eric because he really needs him to know that.
Eric’s face falls again, but he nods, pressing his lips together.
“I know.” His eyelids droop and he smiles dreamily at Kyle. “I never thought I could be this happy.”
Honestly, neither did Kyle.
After having brunch with his parents, Kyle and Eric go grocery shopping, then come home and play video games before cooking dinner and eating it out on the deck in their backyard since the sun is still out and the weather is mild. They head back inside when it gets a little chillier and the sun has set, watching a movie under a blanket. It’s a boring, unremarkable, perfect Saturday, about to go out with a bang. Quite literally.
Their chat under the covers this morning, the flirty smack talk they exchanged while playing video games, and Eric’s warm hand on his thigh under the blanket has got Kyle in the charitable - and curious - mood. He brushes his teeth mechanically beside Eric, his gaze trained on him as he thinks of the right way to broach the subject.
Eric catches him staring, brow furrowing, and a smile helplessly flickers on Kyle’s face at his puzzled expression.
“What?” Eric asks, before spitting out his toothpaste into the sink.
Kyle’s smile fades, and his shoulders rise and fall with a fortifying breath.
“I’ve been thinking…”
“Uh-huh?” Eric doesn’t look at Kyle as he pats his mouth dry with a towel.
“I’ve been thinking that…” Kyle stalls, but figures another deep breath should do it. “I want to fuck you in your sleep.”
Eric freezes, towel dropping to the tiled floor, before he turns to Kyle with a delightful grin that illuminates his own face. It’s so bright that Kyle catches some of its light too, beaming.
“Yes!” Eric exclaims, cupping Kyle’s face and smashing their lips together.
Kyle whimpers into the kiss, muffled, wobbling a little on his feet, but he finds Eric’s soft waist and soon returns the kiss with vigour.
“I knew you’d come around!” Eric grins when they part, eyes twinkling.
The tips of Kyle’s ears burn, and he lowers his head as he chuckles. He moves his hands from Eric’s waist to his forearms.
“Alright, well, are you sure you’re ready tonight?” he asks, meeting his gaze. He needs Eric to be absolutely sure. If they’re going to do this, they’re going to do it properly.
Eric bites his lip as he studies Kyle’s face.
“You bet your ass I am.” He grins, pressing his forehead against Kyle’s.
“Great.” Kyle chuckles before he gladly lets Eric steal another kiss. “Then we have a deal.”
Eric’s grin has shrunk into the most adorable, excitable tight-lipped smile. Kyle is about to remind him to breathe, before he slides his hands away from Kyle’s face and takes a couple of steps back, reeling.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening!” he laughs, before gasping and placing his hands over his mouth. His eyes widen. “Oh my god…” he murmurs, voice slipping through his fingers.
“What?” Kyle frowns, stepping closer.
“I’m so excited, I don’t know if I’ll even be able to sleep!” Eric laughs deliriously again, bouncing on his toes. He raises his eyebrows at Kyle. “We’ve got Benadryl, right?”
An hour, two Benadryl, and a few chapters of Kyle’s book later, Eric is fast asleep, lying on his belly and snoring. Kyle’s hands shook when he slipped his bookmark between the pages, and now he’s just staring at Eric’s wide back in the dim light of their bedroom, wondering if he can indeed go through with this.
Should he just roll over, pull the covers up over his head, and explain in the morning that nerves got the better of him? Or should he heed to the desire drawing him to Eric like a magnet, and the semi in his underwear brought about by anticipation alone? Kyle is going to roll with the second option, but slowly. One step at a time.
Gulping hard, he carefully peels the covers off Eric’s body. He shivers before shuffling forward and reaching for the waistband of Eric’s underwear, grasping it and tugging his briefs down as far as he can. He succeeds in getting them bunched up below his butt, snickering warmly and his mouth growing heavy when Eric’s cheeks jiggle. Kyle fears that his humid, ragged breaths are filling the room to such an extent that they’ll wake him - which kind of defeats the purpose, right? - but Eric is yet to stir.
He runs his hand along Eric’s ass cheek, fingertips barely ghosting his flesh, but still featherlight enough to rouse goosebumps. Kyle’s mouth waters with curiosity, and he slips two fingers into Eric’s cleft, teasing a reaction. Eric fidgets, but doesn’t wake up.
Erection now straining at his underwear, Kyle pulls back and shuffles over to his side of the bed to hastily - and quietly - grab some lube. Once he’s retrieved it from his nightstand, he lifts his hips to remove his underwear, kicking his boxers from his ankles gracelessly. He’s panting already, heart pounding against his ribcage, and he hasn’t even fucked Eric yet.
Squirting some lube onto his palm, he coats his cock from base to tip, hissing when the cool liquid meets his tight, sensitive skin. His cock feels heavy as he shuffles over to Eric. His eyes flit from his palm to Eric’s shoulders as he squirts a more generous helping of lube onto his hand. He slips his fingers between Eric’s cheeks again, coating his crack in lube before his wet fingers find his hot, tight opening. He presses his fingertip against the ring of muscle and pauses, maybe in disbelief that this is actually happening, that something that once seemed so terrifying and strange can now feel so exciting and urgent, that he really wants to fucking do this.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Kyle pushes his finger inside. Eric’s legs twitch, and he whines groggily, but Kyle laces his leg through Eric’s and adds a second finger. He tightens around Kyle, drawing his fingers in deeper and encouraging Kyle to find the steady rhythm that Kyle knows he likes. It elicits a long, disoriented groan from Eric and makes Kyle’s cock twitch.
Kyle continues his ministrations, working his bottom lip between his teeth and with his eyebrows furrowed, and he chokes on a gasp when he finds Eric’s prostate. Meanwhile, Eric’s back arches and keens to Kyle’s fingers. Kyle massages the gland for a few more seconds, loving how Eric’s anguished breaths keep time with the propulsion of his fingers.
Just like he always does when he’s finished prepping Eric, Kyle spreads his fingers, causing Eric’s stretched hole to twitch around his digits. A needy whine sounds in the dim light. Kyle snickers to himself, pretty fucking stoked on himself that he’s making Eric feel this good, but he can’t revel for too long. His neglected cock is throbbing, begging for entry.
Kyle removes his fingers so he can wrap his hand around his cock, pressing his body flush to Eric’s back as he guides his cock inside him.
“ Aaah…” he gasps against Eric’s neck, keeping his parted lips there as he carefully enters him, inhaling the scent of his hair and the heat of his skin.
Eric flails a little bit, whimpers in confused desire, and Kyle’s instinct is to stop, but Eric’s hole is clutching his cock so tight and it feels so good . When Kyle has entered Eric to the hilt and his fist meets Eric’s opening, he clambers for Eric’s side, hitching up his t-shirt and clawing into his soft hip as he trembles, wanting to move but afraid that he’ll cum too soon.
A strangled cry leaves Eric’s lips, and he’s flailing again, but also clenching around Kyle’s cock.
“F-f-fuck…” Kyle seethes, stamping a couple of humid, shaky breaths into Eric’s neck. He wonders for a second if Eric knows that it's Kyle inside him. “It’s okay… “ he pants. “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you.” He sighs shakily and nuzzles Eric’s hair, his heart prickling. “I promise I’ll never let anybody hurt you…”
Eric softens then, arching his back once more to clumsily press their bodies closer together. Kyle snickers, he doesn’t think they could get any closer if they tried. It’s kind of cute. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he begins to move, thrusting into Eric slow and deep. Eric groans drowsily in approval, and Kyle echoes it, burying his head in Eric’s shoulder.
“ Fuck, babe, you feel so good,” he whispers, his own shoulders shaking. “ You make me feel so good… aaahh…” he seethes as his balls draw tight, he’ll be cumming soon. “You have no idea how much you mean to me-”
“ Kyle?”
He freezes, only blinking, but Eric probably felt Kyle’s eyelashes brush against his skin.
“ Y-y-yeah?” Kyle whispers, heart in his throat.
Eric swallows hard, and they’re both quivering.
“Don’t stop…” he replies, rocking back against him.
Relief dissolves the lump in his throat and Kyle nods, resuming his thrusting but harder this time, faster.
“ Aaah fuck!” Eric cries, finding Kyle’s hand digging into his hip and clasps it tight, clamping down so hard that he sobs a little. Kyle can only imagine the deep, purplish divots that will be visible on Eric’s flesh in the morning.
“Does that feel good?” Kyle asks, brow furrowing and t-shirt sticking to his sweaty back as he pounds into Eric.
“ Unnh-huh…” Eric groans before chuckling feebly. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”
A wobbly grin plays across Kyle’s lips. This is more like what he’s used to, Eric teasing and goading him into an intense fuck.
“ Unnh-huh,” Kyle pants, running his tongue along his canines. “It feels amazing…”
A chorus of hot, staccato breaths are now filling the room, joined by the springs of the mattress creaking beneath them, Kyle’s pelvis smacking into Eric’s cute, round ass. Kyle wishes there was more light in the room, so he could watch Eric’s cheeks bounce on his hips.
“ God, you can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” Eric teases, voice threadbare. “ Even when I’m asleep - aaah!” he cries, as Kyle plunges deep inside him and stays there, leaving Eric impaled on his cock.
Kyle runs his tongue along the backs of his teeth, a half-grin on his face.
Not so tough now, are you?
Still, he figures he should give an honest answer.
“ I’d have you every second of the day if I could,” he growls, biting down on the shell of Eric’s ear.
Eric yelps, and Kyle feels goosebumps blossom under his palm.
“ F-f-fuck…” he whines, attempting to grind against Kyle, so fucking greedy. “Please move again…” his breaths are laboured, desperate. “Please, I need you to fuck me…”
As much as Kyle would love to keep Eric in this suspense forever, no matter how fucking hot, gorgeous Eric looks, and sounds, and feels when Kyle is teasing him like this, the truth is, Kyle can’t resist it when Eric begs so nicely.
But he doesn’t give Eric the satisfaction of an answer, instead he continues fucking him hard without preamble, nuzzling him and breathing him in as Eric cries rapturously with every thrust.
“ I love you, Eric,” Kyle murmurs, planting open-mouthed, balmy kisses on Eric’s neck and shoulders. As he approaches his orgasm, he remembers what this was all for, humbled by the thought that their connection, their bodies can be healing to Eric. “ Love you so fucking much.”
Eric moans, applying more pressure to Kyle’s hand at his hip, like he wants to embed Kyle’s touch into his skin forever.
“I love you too,” he murmurs. “ I love you, Kyle… I love you I love you I lo-aah!” he cries. “ Aaaah!”
Eric sobs like he usually does when he cums, like he’s both in awe of how he could feel so euphoric, and petulant that Kyle has brought him to his edge and depleted him. His hole squeezes Kyle’s cock and his body writhes with the current coursing through him.
Kyle, meanwhile, presses his forehead into the back of Eric’s head, squeezing his eyes shut with his mouth agape as he fucks Eric through his orgasm… and reaches his own.
“ Unnh yes!” Kyle shouts as he shoots his first rope of cum into Eric. “F-f-fuck yes…”
Eric moans as Kyle fills him up, wrenching his hand away from his hip and clumsily reaching for Kyle’s hair as he coats his insides with cum. Kyle shifts a little when he’s done, still stuffed inside Eric, and manages to pepper sloppy kisses on the side of his face.
Kyle holds Eric as he rides out his own orgasm, wrapping his arm around his hot, sweaty middle and kissing wherever his lips can reach. He wants Eric to feel cherished, and safe, and good, not like those degenerate creeps from years ago who only made him feel used. When the air gets too stifling between them, Kyle places one last kiss on Eric’s neck before slowly pulling out of him. He lies on his back, after discarding his t-shirt damp with sweat.
He stares up at the dark ceiling, eyelids drooping and chest heaving. His eyes slip shut, and a smile spreads across his face when a now shirtless Eric snuggles into his side, wrapping his arm around his middle and burying his face in the crook of Kyle’s neck.
“Thank you…” he whispers, smiling against Kyle’s skin.
Kyle’s chest can’t help but puff out with pride.
“It was my pleasure,” he replies, kissing Eric’s hair before resting his cheek on the crown of his head. “Was it what you hoped it would be?” he asks, stroking Eric’s arm at his chest.
“Uh-huh.” Eric nods, practically purring. He sighs. “You make me so fucking happy, Kyle.”
Tears suddenly prick at Kyle’s eyes.
“Yeah…” he croaks. “You make me really happy too.”
Eric’s breathing has already evened out, drifting into slumber. Kyle hopes that in their bed, on nights like these, Eric has only the most peaceful sleep.