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Chay circles the room, blowing out the rest of the candles. He stares down at his erection and mutters a quiet “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong, angel?”
“I’m hard and I have to pee.”
“Well, hurry up and pee.”
Chay goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Two minutes later he’s back out, but crosses the room and leaves out the bedroom door.
“Chay? Baby?”
Chay marches back in with tile cleaner and a roll of paper towels, muttering under his breath, disappearing into the bathroom again.
“Chay?”
“Do you know how hard it is to pee into a toilet when you’re hard P’Kim? It gets everywhere.”
Kim snorts.
“No, baby, it’s never come up.”
Chay walks back into the bedroom and flops down on the bed.
“Well that was humiliating…” Chay grumbles.
“Poor baby,” Kim murmurs, kissing every inch of Chay’s face.
“Still want me to fuck you?”
“Yes please!” chirps Kim
“Okay, just let’s rest a minute first.”
Kim wriggles onto his back and closes his eyes. The music is pounding a sensual rhythm into his bones, the lingering scent of sandalwood in the air. He starts stroking his cock slowly with one hand, and gropes the other across the mattress, down Chay’s body, and strokes Chay’s erection along with his own. Chay moans.
“I’ve been hard for so long, P’Kim…”
“Okay. Finish opening me up and fuck me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Very.”
Chay sits up and lubes his fingers again. He clambers between Kim’s thighs, sucks a hickey high on the inside of his right thigh, near the join of his ass, and slowly inserts a finger. Kim hums a harmony to the vocals coming out of the speakers.
“You think I should write songs people could fuck to?” Kim asks.
Chay snorts a laugh.
“Wik goes from tender ballads and songs about cats to fuck anthems? That might require a bit of explanation.”
Kim thinks for a moment.
“Okay, how about I just write songs for us to fuck to?”
“Okay P’Kim.” Chay runs a finger over KIm’s prostate, making him shiver. He adds another finger, quickly scissoring Kim open.
“I’m serious!” Kim moans.
“We can fuck to any song you write.” Chay leans down to Kim’s ear and starts humming “Why Don’t You Stay” while drilling the pads of his fingers into Kim’s walls, making his blood sing.
“Holy shit!” Kim groans, tilting his hips up.
Chay withdraws his fingers and wriggles in a third. The stretch is noticeable this time, and Kim develops a little wrinkle between his eyebrows.
“Does that hurt?”
“No, it’s just that I can feel it.”
Chay twists his knuckles back and forth, plunging his fingers in and out of Kim’s body. It feels good. Kim imagines this is what getting fucked feels like. He likes it.
“Okay. Now, fuck me.” Kim demands.
Chay sits up, reaches behind himself, and pulls Kim’s discarded towel from the bench. He wipes his hand off and runs it up Kim’s leg from ankle to crotch.
“Okay. Condom or no condom?”
Kim thinks.
“Pros and cons?” he asks.
“Do you want to have to clean yourself out afterward?”
“Can you do it for me?” Kim asks
“I can” Chay stammers and flushes.
“Do you want to wear one?”
“I don’t care, but I’m not sure these will fit me.”
“Aren’t condoms one size fits all?”
“No P’Kim, there are sizes. We’re the same length but you’re a lot thicker than me. I got these to fit you.”
“Oh. If you’re not comfortable fucking me without a condom, we can wait.”
“I am comfortable. Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. no condoms then.”
“Fine.”
“Fine”
They stare at each other for a long minute. Chay snorts out a laugh.
“Oh no, P’Kim. We’re not doing that awkward thing again.”
Kim huffs. Chay pops open the lube cap and pours a healthy dollop into the palm of his hand. He strokes his cock with it, lathering himself in the cool gel. He wipes his hand again on the towel, tossing it at the laundry basket. He settles between Kim's thighs, leans down, and presses a kiss onto Kim’s waiting lips. Chay grasps his cock in his right hand, leans his weight onto his left, and pushes himself into Kim. They both gasp as the head pops in, and Chay drops his forehead onto Kim’s.
“Fuck! P’Kim!” He breathes, utterly overwhelmed.
“Angel! Chay! Baby!” Kim gasps, thrusting his hips up with each endearment, until Chay is firmly seated in Kim’s ass. They both groan in pleasure.
“Shit! P’Kim, are you okay?”
“I’m great, baby. Move.”
Chay slowly draws back and thrusts back inside. Kim squirms on his cock, trying to wriggle down as far as he can. Kim winds his legs around Chay’s hips, trying to pull him in deeper. Chays thrusts again, and Kim raises his hips to meet him with a loud smack. Chay moans, leans down and licks into Kim’s mouth.
“So close, baby. Come on, a little deeper.”
Chay thrusts in as deep as he can. Kim whines, arches to meet him, and drops back down to the bed.
“Fuck! You’re so close!”
“Maybe if I fuck you harder P’Kim…”
“Yeah, let’s try it.”
Chay draws almost all of the way out of Kim’s body and slams back in.
“Yes!” Kim yells.
“Shit!” mutters Chay, drawing his hips back for another thrust.
Chay pounds into Kim as hard as he can for a couple of minutes, stomach coiling tightly, Kim howling in pleasure.
“P’Kim! P’Kim! Stop! I’m going to hurt you!” Chay gasps
“No! It feels so good!” Kim whines.
“No P’Kim. You’re going to hurt so bad tomorrow. And anyway I’m about to come.”
“But–”
“Here. Ride me, P’Kim. It’ll be deeper and we won’t have to go so hard.”
Kim wrestles Chay onto his back, scrambles into his lap, gets a hand around Chay’s cock to steady it, and drops down on it, hard and fast.
“Fuck!” They both moan, Chay spasming beneath Kim’s body.
Kim braces his knees on either side of Chay’s hips, grinds downwards, and bites the side of Chay’s neck, sucking fiercely as he bounces up and down in Chay’s lap.
“P’Kim!” Chay cries.
Chay grabs Kim’s hips to steady him, but Kim growls, grabs Chay’s wrists, and pins them over Chay’s head in a steely grip.
“Just– Just let me do this.” Kim pants, ramming himself down on Chay’s cock.
Kim wriggles around, finally finds an angle he likes, and starts riding Chay with abandon, body arched, head thrown back.
“P’Kim!” Chay cries, flexing his wrists in Kim’s hands.
Kim squeezes Chay’s wrists hard, cutting off the blood supply to Chay’s fingers, drops his head, and bites Chay’s nipple. He then licks a long stripe from Chay’s sternum up his neck to his lips, where he forces his tongue into Chay’s mouth which is parted on a moan.
They kiss wantonly, gnawing on each other’s lips until Kim tastes blood while Kim drops his ass over and over onto Chay’s cock.
“I’m going to come, P’Kim.”
“No,” barks Kim
“But P’Kim–”
“I said no!” Kim snarls, grinding Chay’s wrists in his hands, and rides Chay faster.
“O–Okay” Chay stammers, biting his lip.
“Fuck! I’m so close!” Kim moans.
Chay thrusts up to meet Kim on the downstroke, nailing his prostate directly. Kim’s back bows, and he releases Chay’s wrists, planting his weight on his hands behind him. In a graceful arch, Kim drops down as Chay thrusts up, once, twice, and on the third locks up, screams, and comes all over Chay’s chest. Kim collapses onto Chay’s body, and latches his teeth into Chay's shoulder as he shudders through his orgasm, drawing a speck of blood. Chay flips Kim onto his back, reinserts his cock, and thrusts into a pliant Kim a few more times, shuddering his release into Kim’s body, and topples next to Kim, gasping.
“What the fuck was that?” Chay asks in wonder.
“I think I blacked out” Kim wheezes.
“No! What the fuck was that?” Chay cried, slapping Kim’s arm.
“What?”
“You bit me!” Chay complains, looking at the wound on his shoulder.
“Baby, you bite me all the time…”
“Yes, but you drew blood!” Chay sits up and points out the tiny puncture to Kim.
“Shit! Angel, I’m so sorry!” Kim bolts upright and swings off the bed to get the first aid kit. He takes one step, wobbles, then collapses into a heap on the floor.
“Ow…” he moans.
Chay dissolves into laughter.
“Alright. Come on. I’ll help you up.” Chay giggles.
Chay crawls across the bed, dismounts, leans down, grabs Kim’s hands and hoists him up. Kim starts to fall again, but Chay gets one arm around Kim’s waist and maneuvers him back into bed.
“I told you it would hurt.” Chay scolds.
“But it felt so good…”
“Doesn’t feel good now does it? Stay here, I’ll get the first aid kit.”
Chay totters off the bathroom on jelly legs, gets the kit, clambers back into bed, and hands it to Kim.
“Clean out my shoulder wound.”
Kim tears into an alcohol pad and rubs it over the point where his canine broke Chay’s skin. He puts a bandaid on the tiny cut and leans over to kiss it. Chay takes out another pad and scrubs at Kim’s split lip. Kim hisses at the sting. Chay discards the used wipe and pulls out the bruise cream.
“What’s that for, baby?”
“My wrists,” Chay says, holding up red wrists that slowly turn purple.
“Fuck, baby! What did I do to you?”
“You mauled me P’Kim. And that’s not even the worst part!”
Kim goes cold.
“What was the worst part?” Kim asks nervously.
“I told you I needed to come, and you said no!”
“I did?”
“Twice!”
Kim snorts. “I’m sorry, baby. Forgive me?”
“I was so nice to you when you wanted to come, yesterday.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Of course, you could come. Any time. I don’t even remember what I said.”
“What do you remember?”
Kim thinks back on the past half hour. He remembers waves of hot pleasure roiling through his body and not much else. His dick twitches. Chay’s hand darts out and pinches his thigh.
“No, P’Kim! Not again!”
Kim sighs. “Honestly I don’t remember much after I got your cock in me.”
Chay examines Kim with a suspicious glare, rubs the bruise cream into his wrists, sighs, and packs up the first aid kit.
“Well, I don’t think we have to worry about you enjoying bottoming.” Chay says. “But we’re going to have to save it for special occasions”
“Why? Did you not like it?” Kim asks mournfully.
“No, P’Kim, I loved it. But we had to bust out the first aid kit afterward. We can’t have that kind of sex all the time.”
“I’ll get better! I’ll let you come anytime you need to!”
“No, P’Kim. I’ll finger you whenever you want, but you can’t even walk right now. You have no self-control. If we keep having sex like this, one of us will die.”
Kim pouts.
“Was bottoming really so much better than topping for you?” Chay asks.
“No, it’s just different. Two totally different things.”
“So I still feel like heaven?”
“You feel like heaven both ways, angel.” Kim purrs.
“So you still want to top?”
“Yeah, I want to top.”
“How about you top most days, and I’ll top on weekends and special occasions when we have a few days to heal.”
Kim thinks about it and sighs. Kissing Chay on the nose, he says “Deal.”
Kim feels Chay’s cum trickling out of his hole and down to his thighs. He bites his lip at the sensation, trying not to get hard again.
“Chay? I’m kind of leaking.”
“Oh!” Chay hops up and runs to the bathroom. He comes back with a wet washcloth and runs it between Kim’s thighs and over his entrance. He flips the rag, sponges off Kim’s Chest, and then his own. He tosses the washcloth into the laundry bin, collapses on the bed, and pulls Kim into his side, tucking his head into his neck. Kim kisses his ear.
“You’re a mean bottom.” Chay says.
Kim laughs.
“I’m sorry baby. And I’m sorry about your shoulder.”
“My feral boyfriend…” Chay murmurs.
Kim flushes, burying his head into Chay’s hair.
“I said I was sorry…”
“Don’t worry. I like it. We just can’t play like that all the time.”
“I’m glad you like it. Honestly, you touch my prostate and the world falls away.”
“So what’s next?”
“Next?”
“I’ve topped, you’ve topped, what’s next?”
“How about we get a little better at those two things before breaking out kink negotiations?”
“Fine…” sighs Chay. Kim lifts his head and kisses his nose.
“Let’s just practice the sex we know a few more times before diving into the deep end, yeah?”
“Okay, P’Kim.”
“Angel, why does my throat hurt?”
“Oh! You screamed pretty loud when you came! It was great!”
Kim flushes beet red.
“Don’t be like that, P’Kim! It was hot! Very sexy. Huge boost of confidence.”
“Glad I could be of service…”
“Yeah. You can do that anytime.” Chay grins.
“It’s a good thing I’m the only one on this floor.”
“Oh, it was LOUD. The people below us may have heard.”
“Oh god…” Kim winces.
Chay pets Kim’s hair.
“I’m sure they thought it was a loud movie. Like, porn maybe.”
“You’re not making this better.” Kim mourns.
Chay laughs.
“Sorry, Phi.”
“I need a shower.”
“Sorry, Phi. You can’t walk and I can’t carry you.”
“Are we sure about that?”
“We’re sure P’Kim. I’ll get you another washcloth though.”
“Fine.” Kim sighs.
Chay hops up to the bathroom, returns with another warm washcloth, and hands it to Kim.
“Don’t look,” warns Kim.
Chay obediently claps his hands over his eyes, and Kim sets to scrubbing his chin, his chest, and his abdomen, finally, he scrubs between his ass cheeks, freeing himself from cum and lube.
“Okay, you can look now,” Kim says, tossing the washcloth into the laundry bin.
Chay hands Kim a pair of his boxer briefs, and Kim shimmies into them, hissing as he turns his hips.
“Honestly, if I’m going to bottom again, I need to stop skipping leg day.”
“Squats would help. Also, it would give you an ass.” Chay says.
“I don’t have an ass?”
“No P’Kim. I love you, but you have the distinct absence of an ass.”
Kim gasps, outraged.
“Anyway, if you’re going to bottom again, I need to start working out so I can lift you after you cripple yourself.”
Kim sticks his tongue out at Chay.
“Worth it!” he sings.
“See if you say that tomorrow.” Chay mocks.
Kim snuggles into Chay’s side, listening to the throbbing beat of the music, drumming his fingers on Chay’s chest in counterpoint. He starts humming a snatch of melody that clashes with the swelling chorus of the song pounding through the speakers. Suddenly he sits upright, twists around, bites back a cry of pain, and starts scrabbling through the bedside table drawer. He retrieves a receipt for his new amp and a bitten pen, draws five quick lines across the back of the paper, and starts scoring the music he’s humming. Chay lifts his head to see what Kim is doing, sighs, and gets up, striding out of the bedroom. He returns a minute later with blank sheet music, Kim’s lap desk, and a bottle of water. Chay secures the sheet music to the lap desk, slides it under Kim’s right hand, cracks open the bottle of water, and places it in Kim’s left hand.
“Since I’ve lost you for the time being and there are no more snuggles to be had, I’m going to shower and start on dinner,” Chay announces, brushing Kim’s hair out of his eyes. Kim grunts, scribbling furiously.
“Can I at least get a kiss?” Chay pouts.
Kim drops the pen, reaches out to grab Chay by the nape of the neck, and pulls him in for a deep kiss, tongue skillfully sweeping through Chay’s mouth, all while Kim hums the tune against Chay’s lips. Chay pulls back to breathe, Kim plants two quick kisses on Chay’s cheeks and picks up the pen to start scoring again.
“Music on or off?” Chay asks.
“On.”
“Okay. I’m going to shower.”
“Hey, Chay?”
“Yes, P’Kim?”
“I love you so much, and you inspire me so much. This song is going to be for you. They’re all going to be for you.”
Chay flushes and grins, eyes sparkling.
“I love you too P’Kim!” Chay chirps, stroking his hand through Kim’s bangs.
“Now go shower, and get yourself some water. In fact, here.” Kim hands Chay the half-empty bottle of water. “Finish this.”
“Yes sir!”
Kim freezes and gapes up at Chay, mouth open, face flushing, and pupils blown wide.
“Sir?” Chay asks. Kim gasps, fingers tightening on the lap desk.
Chay laughs long and loud, crumpling the now empty bottle in his hand, he tosses it into the trash on his way to the bathroom. As Chay begins to close the door, he leans out and grins at Kim.
“Kink unlocked!” he crows, delighted.
Chay shuts the door and leaves Kim red from embarrassment and half-hard in lust. Great. Chay will never let him live this one down. As he hears the shower start up, he loses himself to the music in his head, inking note after note on the sheet music. He hums the score he has written down so far back to himself, scribbles “Dum Dum” on the top of the paper, and pulls out a blank page to continue writing on.
“We will definitely fuck to this song,” Kim mutters, content.