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Wylan wanted to take Kaz and fuse them into one. The love going through him was unlike anything else, something that he hadn't felt for anyone for a very, very long time. "You love me?" Kaz asked from where he was standing in front of Wylan, between his legs. They were in Kaz's office in the Slat, and Wylan was sat on the edge of his desk, and Wylan felt so overwhelmed with love for the man in front of him that the only thing he could do was nod dumbly. "Ghezen." He swore softly, dropping his head with that little smile on his face, and Wylan's hands were shifting over his face. Needing to appreciate him.
"I do." He whispered in affirmation, swallowing hard as he realised just how gorgeous Kaz was. How perfect. And he was all Wylan's. One of his hands braced against Kaz's jaw and tugged him towards him, and Wylan tilted his head up slightly. "I love you." He repeated, and Kaz was kissing him again before Wylan had the chance to lean forward and do it himself. There was a different air to it than before, something more desperate, more needy. Wylan found himself curling his hands into Kaz's shirt, pulling him closer, a keening noise in the back of his throat. Kaz's hands gripped his hips just a little tighter, brought him closer- even if he didn't think it was possible. "I love you," Wylan whispered again, his eyes closing and arms sliding back around his neck.
"I love you too." The rasp in his voice seemed to be more than usual, and maybe that was to do with Wylan, and the thought made him blush. "Fuck, Wylan," His voice dropped again, and another noise came from the back of his throat, because fuck, Kaz Brekker was standing between his legs and kissing him like nothing else mattered. The most gorgeous man he knew was evidently turned on by him. Telling him that he loved him.
"Kaz." Wylan's hands were shaking just slightly, one twisting through his hair, the other sliding down over his shoulder and keeping him close. He didn't think he would ever be close enough to be satisfied. There was nothing he wanted more than to make Kaz feel good, than to know that- "Kaz," He repeated quietly, pushing gently at his shoulders. Immediately, Kaz stepped back, his hands letting go of Wylan completely and his face contorted in worry and concern for Wylan. That he'd done something wrong, hurt him, and Wylan was shaking his head at that thought immediately. "No, you haven't done anything wrong. The opposite. The complete opposite."
He slid off the desk, but Kaz still looked worried, as though he had hurt Wylan. "Are you sure-? I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to-" He started, and Wylan shook his head again, and sank down onto his knees in front of Kaz. Stared up at him as he stopped talking, because Kaz's face wasn't worried anymore. At some point, he'd taken off his gloves, and one of his hands was moving through his hair slowly, the other ghosting over his cheek and then rubbing circles into the bottom of his neck with his thumb. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. And I don't want you to feel pressured to do something before you feel that you want to do." He still looked worried, but Wylan planned to rectify that, and popped the button on the front of his trousers.
"Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." Wylan murmured, rubbing just nose lightly against Kaz's stomach, and he could swear the Kaz was breathing just a little bit heavier. That his hand tightened in his hair. "You can stop me if you don't want this." He offered, but he had a distinct feeling that he would have been stopped long before now if this was something that Kaz didn't want him to be, and judging by the way that he was reacting... this was definitely something that Kaz wanted. And more than anything else, Wylan wanted Kaz to feel good. To know just how much it was that Wylan loved him, appreciated him, wanted to be there for him.
"Fuck, Wy, of course I fuckin' want this." Kaz's voice definitely held even more of a rasp than usual, his hands curling through Wylan's hair, tugging just slightly. "I would be crazy not to want this." Wylan watched as he swallowed, and Wylan pressed kissed to his stomach, his fingers hooking under his waistband and slowly starting to pull downward. He kept his eyes upward, on Kaz, who was looking down at him like he was the most important man in the world. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He whispered quietly, one of his thumbs smoothing over Wylan's eyebrow. "There's not one person in this world that even begins to compare to you, Wylan, fuck, not one other person that would look better down there on their knees for me."
Wylan had to suppress his shudder at that, kissing down until he wrapped a hand around Kaz, glanced back up at him, "Not one other person I'd rather be down on my knees for, Kaz." He murmured, and that brought a breathless sound from Kaz Brekker, who wound both his hands through Wylan's hair, tugging gently. "And you don't have to be gentle with me," He whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick. "I can take whatever you want me to take." He endeavoured, and he was proud of himself for bringing another sound out of him, tugging harder on his hair. Wylan never wanted to move, wanted to stay like this forever.
"We'll talk about it-" His voice hitched slightly as Wylan wrapped his lips around his head, "Later. We'll talk about- about, limits and shit, and- fuck. Wylan." He moaned, louder this time as Wylan took more of him into his mouth, sank until he was about half way and then started to suck. Bobbed his head. Kaz's hands tightened in his hair, his head tipped back and his eyes half-lidded, and it was all because of Wylan. That, if nothing else, drove Wylan crazy. That he was the reason that Kaz was coming apart like this, that as he took more of him, and Kaz's hips thrusted slightly. Looked down at the man on his knees, muttered a soft, "Such a good boy," And Wylan's mind was shattered, focused on Kaz. How much he wanted to make Kaz feel good like this, and it seemed like he was doing a damn good job of it.
Wylan moaned around him, took as much as he could, and then looked up at Kaz in a silent offer. His breathing was ragged, some of his hair hanging in his face, his eyes staring into his soul. "Are you sure?" He asked, his hands moving gently through Wylan's hair, pushing back some of his fringe and then smoothening it out again. To punctuate his point, he sank down a little further. Stared back up at him. "Fuck," He groaned, his head rolling back slightly, "Fuck, you're the hottest man ever."
The seemingly never-ending stream of praise had gone straight to his dick, and Wylan was moaning again, and he fixed his hands behind his back. Kaz's hands slayed out more firmly over the back of his neck as he started to move himself in and out of Wylan's mouth in shallow thrusts. Wylan was slowly finding himself more and more desperate for more of Kaz, because if nothing else, being used like this, knowing that Kaz was using Wylan to get himself off, fuck. That was hypnotic. He was moaning around him, especially when one of his hands fisted in Wylan's hair, pulled hard. He gave a particularly harsh thrust and Wylan's eyes fluttered closed, reminding himself to breathe.
If he was being honest with himself, then Wylan hadn't had a gag reflex for quite a while for a very deliberate reason that had left him grateful in this moment. Kaz seemed to be reaping the benefits, and fuck, the way that Kaz sounded- Wylan thought nothing could ever sound better. The soft groans under his breath that were raspy just like him, the praise that was muttered under his breath telling Wylan how he was doing so well, such a good boy, fucking made for taking cock- how fucking whorish he must look, on his knees with his hands behind his back and spit and sweat dripping down his chin. How his own voice was going to be raspy after this, and fuck, Wylan was going to love every fucking moment of this, because it all meant that he was Kaz's. That Kaz was his.
He could barely think straight when Kaz's thrusts got more irregular, his voice more ragged, the way that he started speaking more, a little faster. He didn't finish his sentences, and his grip slowly tightened in Wylan's hair, digging into his skull in delicious spikes of pain that made Wylan want more, more, more- "Fuck, Wylan, I'm gonna-" Kaz cut himself off with a moan, gripping him tighter. Wylan hollowed out his cheeks and sucked just so Kaz could know that it was okay that he wanted it too, and- "You're fucking perfect. Fucking perfect, Wylan." With a final, more punctuated thrust, Kaz broke apart and moaned Wylan's name, over and over, his head tilting back and hair falling back perfectly on his face, his mouth parted perfectly and his hands gripping his hair tightly.
Bitter. It was fucking bitter, but it was Kaz, and Wylan swallowed twice before he edged himself backward and licked off the rest, around his mouth, and started up at Kaz who still had his head tilted back. Panted softly, his hands loosening and stroking through Wylan's hair gently, trying to smoothen it back out again. Slowly, Wylan pulled up his trousers and buttoned them loosely enough that it wouldn't bother Kaz. "Get up." He murmured, and Wylan stood on shaky legs. Kaz walked him backward until his back was resting flat against the wall and he was towering in front of him, one hand braced on the wall beside him.
Wylan was still hard as fuck, aching for Kaz, so he was more than happy to curl his fingers through Kaz's shirt, in complete admiration of the way that Kaz had composed himself so quickly. Kaz leaned forward and kissed him, and it wasn't neat or tidy or gentle, but Wylan didn't want it to be. He wanted the way that Kaz was biting into his lip, that one of his hands was gripping his hip hard enough that he was expecting a bruise, that when Kaz tilted his head and kissed down over his neck, he was dragging his teeth. Biting down on his skin. "You're absolutely exquisite." He whispered into his skin, and then sucked hard. "You did so well. So, so, well. Such a good boy."
He was certain that his hands were shaking with need, grasping at whatever parts of Kaz he could find, that he was moaning and trying to grind into anything he could fucking find on Kaz, something that would give him friction. "Please," He whimpered, one hand grasping his shoulder, "Please, Kaz, I fuckin'- I need something, anything," He begged, a tear sliding out of the corner of his eye, but he was still biting into his neck, covering him with hickeys that marked him distinctly as belonging to Kaz Brekker. Enough that he wouldn't be able to hide them unless he went out of his way to find a tailor to change his features back to the way they would be, but he didn't particularly want that. And he didn't think that Kaz would want him to do that, either.
"I know, I know," Kaz murmured affectionately, but the smirk was apparent in the rasp of his voice. "I'm going to help you out, baby, don't worry. I've got you," He promise, and slid one leg between Wylan's, which gave him enough friction to grind on him, a gasp catching in the back of Wylan's throat. He wanted this. Needed this. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. After this, I'm going to take you home," Kaz murmured, dragging his teeth over Wylan's collarbone, "I'm going to bend you over that desk in our room," Bit down on his skin while Wylan lost his mind, "And I'm going to make you forget your fucking name. How does that sound, baby? Sounds good?"
Wylan was on the verge of sobbing with how deliciously balanced on the edge he was, his head dropping forward, and Kaz had barely even touched him properly, just used his words and that perfect, perfect, mouth. He didn't know how he was going to survive it, but he couldn't deny that it sounded heavily, but he couldn't say that because his mind was so full of Kaz, everything about him, everything that made Wylan wanted to fucking- "I asked you a question," He crooned softly, his hands caressing over Wylan's side.
He wanted to die. Wanted to drop his head and sob into his shoulder that yes, he would love that more than fucking anything, that Kaz was the only thing his fucked out brain could even begin to think about. He attempted to righten some of the thoughts in his brain into something more cohesive, more- "Yes," He gasped, nodding his head, his fingers digging into Kaz's shoulders, "Kaz, I fucking, I- Yes." He reiterated, his head dropping to Kaz's shoulder as he made another long noise of almost mock sympathy, and Wylan felt like he was being broken into two and then reformed into something so much better, so much more- Kaz. "Please." He was begging again. He couldn't even think about the words coming out of his mind. "Please, Kaz, I need to- I need you. I need you."
"Oh, who's just the cutest little boy," Kaz whispered into his ear, sliding a hand down Wylan's trousers, "You need me, baby? Do you?" He pushed, his voice still crooning, and tears were sliding down Wylan's face, humiliation burning low in his gut in the best fucking way ever. He was moaning into his shoulder, gripping at him like he was the only thing chaining him to reality, because Wylan felt like he kind of was.
"Yes," Wylan nodded his head as much as he could, his mouth hanging open as he moaned and tried to get Kaz's hand to move, to do anything other than the friction that he was getting from Kaz's leg between his. "Please. Please." It was the only thing he was thinking about, how much he needed it. Kaz. How much he needed Kaz. "Please, I'll do fucking anything, Kaz, I need you. I need you to do something," He whimpered, his hips bucking up for a desperate attempt at more friction, "Anything. Fucking anything. Please, Kaz, fucking please."
That had seemed to work, because Kaz's hand closed around Wylan and every other thought Wylan had ever had emptied out of his head, and he knew that he wasn't going to last very long, because how could he? "This what you wanted?" Kaz asked, his voice rasping and delicious and perfect, "This how you like it, Wy? Rough and quick and in my fucking office, of all places?" His laugh was quiet. Wylan was going to shatter completely, because he had no fucking idea how Kaz was hitting everything he wanted, needed, "It's okay. I don't mind. I think it's adorable, how much you need me. So desperate you can't even wait to get home." His voice dropped slightly, and he added, "You know why I don't mind? Because you're mine. You're a fucking whore, but you're my fucking whore."
"Kaz- Kaz, I'm gonna-" His voice was hitching with his own desperation, grasping at the reality as his world started to fracture. This. This was all he needed. "Please."
"Oh, I know. I know, baby," Kaz was kissing over his neck, his hand squeezing a little harder, moving a little faster, "That's it. Do it for me, Wy." And just like that, his world broke into a million little pieces, burying his head further into Kaz's shoulder and moaning as persistently as he ever had. Every muscle in him tightened up and then let go, and it was all Kaz. Kaz. The only man he'd ever think about ever again, and-
He was panting, the same way Kaz had been not long ago, his head still buried in his shoulder and his fingers curled through his shirt, because this was everything and he needed to feel this. Feel him. "Fuck," He whispered softly, screwing his eyes shut for a moment and then opening them again. His voice grated roughly against the back of his throat, and Kaz was holding him properly again, his arms wrapped around his waist and his hands flat out against his back, his chin tucked on top of Wylan's head. He felt safe. He always felt safe when he was with Kaz, but especially now, where he felt like nothing could ever hurt him when he was like this.
"You did so well," He murmured quietly, his hands rubbing up and down his back, "I'm so proud of you, Wy." Wylan thought that he was going to melt into a puddle of nothingness on the floor because, fuck, this was perfect. Everything was perfect. He felt like he was starting to think straight once again, and everything was still in the post-orgasm haze of perfectness, and he could stay here and melt in Kaz's arms for the rest of time. "We're going to get you home, baby, and then we're going to get you cleaned up and we can get into bed and properly relax for the night. How about that?" He offered quietly, and Wylan nodded dumbly. Even if he didn't really want to move, he knew that he had to, it would just take him a few minutes to get his legs moving and functioning in the right way again.
"Yeah," He whispered, nodding, "Yeah, that sounds perfect. Just give me a minute before I can, I can move again." Wylan murmured, and Kaz gave a quiet hum before reaching under to lift Wylan up and walk him back over and sat him back on the desk, wrapping his arms around Wylan's shoulders and pulling him against him again.
"Whatever you need." Kaz agreed, and Wylan melted against his chest, keeping his head there, and letting out a long breath as he got a better grasp on reality. Kaz was rubbing circles into his back with one hand, the other running gently though his hair, because as he had proved over and over, he knew how to keep Wylan calm. Safe. He let out a long, contented breath, and kept his hands resting against Kaz's lower stomach; they stopped shaking after a minute. He then gave a short nod, feeling as though he'd be able to stand and support himself. "You sure?" He asked, and Wylan nodded again. "Okay. I'm going to go up to my old room and grab you a pair of my trousers, okay?" Kaz pressed kisses to the top of his head, and Wylan shook his head a little. "I'm going to have to, baby. You're going to need a new pair. I promise I won't be gone very long." He whispered softly, "I'll be right back."
Wylan conceded with a hum, nodding his head, "Okay. Don't be long." He loosened his grip on Kaz and leaned back so that he could go, because he realised that he definitely did need a new pair of trousers and he'd have to let Kaz go if he wanted that. "I love you." He whispered quietly.
"I love you too, Wylan." Kaz tilted his head up and kissed him softly, "One second." He promised, kissed him again, and then had turned and walked out of the room. Wylan shivered a little, looking around as he was sat there, because it wasn't often that he found himself in Kaz's office, the place where he spent most of his time that wasn't in their house. It was sparsely decorated, no pictures, nothing that really signalled anyone was here apart from his desk itself. The papers spread over it, and, Wylan knew, there was a gun that Jesper had gifted Kaz in the second draw down on the right. Kaz kept it there for emergencies, but also as a reminder. And, once, a paperweight.
But, true to his word, Kaz returned with a pair of black trousers in his hands, and set them beside Wylan. He greeted Wylan with a kiss and unbuttoned his trousers, wiggling them over his hips and down his legs. "Fast enough for you?" He teased softly, and Wylan rolled his eyes slightly, shrugging his shoulders. Kaz pressed a light kiss to his knee and then grabbed the trousers so similar to the ones that Kaz was wearing currently, and tugged them over Wylan. It became apparent pretty quickly that not only would he need a belt, but also that Kaz was so much taller than him that he started to cuff the ends of them. "I forgot how short you are." Kaz murmured, and then stood up straight to loosen his own belt and then threaded it through Wylan's belt loops and tightened it. "That feel good?"
"Yeah." He murmured softly, watching Kaz with a deep feeling of... adoration. Trust. As if Kaz knew that, he kissed him again, smiling a little, "Thank you." He whispered, caressing his cheeks slightly and dropping his head. "Thank you."
"Of course, Wy." Kaz murmured, kissed his forehead, and then brushed some of his hair back. It seemed like he was attempting to fix it, but was only making it worse, but Wylan didn't care. He couldn't stop smiling at him, this was all that mattered. "You don't have to thank me. Do you think that you're ready to get going, now?" He asked softly, and Wylan nodded his head once again. "Okay. Let's get you home, then."
"Kaz," Wylan murmured as he slid down off his desk, and looked up at the man towering over him, "I love you."
"As I do you." Kaz assured, wrapping an arm tightly around his waist, "And if you give me another day or so, then I'll shout it from the rooftops of the Slat for you."