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Kaz's cane came down with a sharp noise each time it hit the floor, but Wylan knew that it was deliberate. He also knew that it was because the sun was starting to dip below the horizon and because it punctuated his presence. Not many people had a cane that survived in the Barrel- people would hear it and assume things correctly. While sometimes Wylan knew that Kaz was itching for a fight, now wasn't the time, because he never had wanted Wylan to see him fighting. He'd never said it explicitly, but it had been easy enough for him to put two and two together.
"Good time?" Kaz asked, squeezing Wylan's hand as they walked, even if he knew that the question was null because he always had a good time when he was with Kaz. He couldn't remember a time that he hadn't. "Okay, fine, I know that you won't want to answer that. How about this instead." Kaz lifted his hand and twisted it so that Wylan turned around in a little circle, "You remember our first date, when I took you for that building? I had some work done on it, I enlisted some people to do it for me obviously, and tomorrow, I'm going to announce it as a- as a safe house, of sorts, for any of the Dregs members that need it. Be they widows, or widowers, or- or kids of those, or whatever. I thought about it a lot, and I'm willing to put the work into it because it's something that I would want. I wanted to put some good back into the world."
"Oh my god, Kaz..." Wylan was grinning, and turned to face his partner who gave him a little smile and a shrug. "I'm borderline offended that you didn't tell me right away, because- I mean, Kaz, that's amazing. I can't believe it. I mean, I can, you're an amazing person and I'm of the opinion that you've put so much good into the world, anyway, but that's really, really amazing. I'm really proud of you." He stopped walking to frame Kaz's face in his hands and kiss him lightly. "I love you. You're so amazing. And I'll hold my promise true, that if you need any help or anything at all with it, then just say the word. I'm more than happy to help with publicity or money, funding, any of that. You know. Sorting out the rowdy people, anything." He offered, and kissed Kaz once again, who made a quiet noise under his breath and rolled his eyes. Wylan wasn't very good at sorting out any kind of violence, and they were both well aware of that.
But despite that, he seemed quite content to kiss him, sliding his free hand to grip at Wylan's waist and tug him closer, and then whispered quietly, "I'll let you know if I need any help with anything, but I doubt that I will. Thank you for the offer. You're very generous. Part of the reason that I love you." Kaz walked him backward slowly, his cane suddenly making no noise against the floor, "And I wouldn't have done it without you. I can't stress just how much you mean to me, Wylan." There must have been an alley there that Kaz had noted and Wylan hadn't, because they kept walking back until it was even darker than the streets of the Barrel. He twisted Wylan and walked back until his back his the wall.
"I can't stress just how much you mean to me, either. Or how-" Wylan broke himself off when Kaz started to kiss at his neck, and then slid his hands to grasp at his shoulders. Kaz must have leant the cane against the wall, because he slid one of his legs between Wylan's and both of his hands were very definitely on his hips. "How proud I am of you. To know that you did this, and- and-" Kaz licked, and then dragged his teeth over the same spot, and Wylan got he feeling he wouldn't be home for a while. "You know."
"Yes, I know." Kaz affirmed, one of his hands sliding under Wylan's shirt to grip at his waist, the other popping a few buttons and tugging down the neckline to press kisses over his collarbones. "You know what I've been thinking about recently?" He voice was just a little bit more raspy than usual, and Wylan tilted his head back against the stone of the wall and slid one of his hands into Kaz's hair. He shook his head slightly. "I've been thinking about how pretty it would be once my boy's surname was Brekker." His lips dragged a little, squeezed his waist slightly, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not proposing to you just yet. But it rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Wylan Brekker. Mr Kaz Brekker, but..." He was biting down again. "But you're all mine for the rest of your life."
Wylan tugged on his hair lightly, nodded his head. Kaz had been growing it out, and not only did it look great- even if Wylan though he'd look great in anything- but it made it a whole lot easier to get his hands through his hair. And Kaz was right. He was always right. It did sound pretty. Wylan Brekker. He did want it. "All yours," He whispered, "Fuck, are we doing this here?" He asked quietly, and then felt one of Kaz's hands dip just below the waistband of his trousers, and he figured that was going to be as much as an answer as he was going to get, and he found himself remarkably okay with that.
"If you'd rather me stop, lovely boy, then you just say the word and I'll do just that." Kaz's fingers were in the middle of making light work of his trousers, and Wylan had been past protesting against most things that Kaz said a very long time ago. "Aw, but you don't want me to stop, do you?" His voice was borderline crooning, and then Kaz was kissing him again, "No, you don't, because you're borderline desperate for everything that I give you, aren't you? You're so cute. Such a pretty boy." The rasp in his voice grated against every since one of the nerves in Wylan's body, and he was so, so, in love with this man. The way that his fingers fumbled just slightly to get his trousers down, and Wylan was already stepping out of them and maybe this wasn't the place but he was with Kaz and a very long way from caring.
"Kaz," Wylan murmured, pulling on his hair once again, and his boyfriend was groaning quietly, pressing their hips together and Wylan's mind went so blank, so empty, but it was just Kaz. It was always Kaz. He was amazing, brilliant, flawless, so completely imbeccable that there was nothing else that he wanted to think about ever again. "You're- you're so fucking astounding, I can't," His fingers were shaking, trailing over his jaw, his thumb sliding over of Kaz's bottom lip. "I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you how much- gosh, fuckin' Ghezen. Kaz." Kaz was kissing him again, biting down on his bottom lip, one of his hands leaving Wylan, and then there was the noise of his belt unbuckling.
"Mmm, I love you too, baby." His head dipped, his nose pressing into the gap between his shoulder and his neck. "You're just breathtaking. You look so, so adorable whenever you have under me, you know. Sometimes, I'm sat in that room in the Slat and these people are going on and on about everything I could not care less about, and all I can think about is how pretty my boy would look under me. How I'd like him under my desk with those pretty, pretty lips wrapped around me." One of his hands slid up to wrap around his neck, just lightly, pushing Wylan's head backward against the wall. "Would you like that, doll? Oh, don't bother to answer that, baby, I know just how much of a whore you are." Kaz's leg nudged apart Wylan's, worked a finger inside of him.
"Ghezen, Kaz, I-" Wylan moaned, his fingers flexing in Kaz's hair, his eyes half closed because Kaz knew him so, so, well, and his hand was tightening just slightly around his neck and he only wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of his life, never stop his mind being so fucking full of Kaz and just Kaz and how he felt and sounded and- "Fuck, Kaz, I fuckin'- I-" His mind blanked again once Kaz added another finger, kept working him, "Ghezen. Fuck. Kaz."
"Don't worry that pretty, dumb head of yours, baby. I'm going to fuck you. Just have a little bit of patience." He crooned, his thumb digging into the artery on the side of Wylan's neck, and then dragged from side to side. "Such a sweet little Geldstraat boy you are, hmm?" His voice dropped slightly, tilting his head up so that he was whispering in his ear, "I don't think that Ghezen is going to be able to help you with this one, my darling boy. He's not even going to want to look at this. In fact, I think you're going to have to talk to me for that one, so how about you tell me all about what exactly it is that you want from me?" Kaz's teeth caught lightly on his earlobe. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Wylan wasn't fully convinced that he'd be able to string together the entirety of a sentence, but he'd try because Kaz was so heavenly. "I-" His fingernails were digging into his shoulders. "I fuckin', I want you to-" Kaz's hand tightened again around his neck, and his mind went blank again. He was barely able to think about anything other than the way that Kaz made him feel, the way that his voice sounded right in his ear, the grasp of his hand on Wylan's neck, the way that his fingers crooked just slightly and everything felt so, so, so, perfect. Kaz knew him so well. He didn't know how he'd ever lived without Kaz, without this feeling, without- his mind was completely consumed in all the best ways.
"Can't even get a sentence out, huh?" Kaz laughed under his breath, kissed at his neck gently, and pulled out his fingers. A barely perceptible whine came from Wylan. "Good boy. I'll let you off just this once, but only because you looks so cute every time you get fucked out, hmm?" He kissed Wylan's jaw, let go of his neck so that he could grip his hips. Wylan knew that they would be bruised by the morning. "You ready, baby?" He asked, and Wylan dug his fingernails into his shoulders. Nodded his head just a little. "Keep a little quiet for me, okay? I don't need everyone to know just how heavenly my boy sounds when he gets really into it. And one thing that I really don't want is someone to interrupt us, so I need you to try and make sure that you're keeping those pretty noises to a minimum."
"Mmhm, yeah, can do." Wylan whispered, nodding his head just a little, and Kaz's thumb dragged slightly over his chin, pulled down. "I'll try." No promises, but he didn't add that bit, because he wasn't going to risk anything for the way that it was going to feel pretty damn soon. The way that Kaz was gripping his hips, lifting him slightly, and Wylan felt it comfortable enough to wrap his legs loosely around his waist as Kaz leaned into him. He'd worry about Kaz's bad leg later.
"That's my boy." Kaz murmured back to him, and the moment that he started to push in, Wylan didn't know he thought that his mind was empty before, because this always happened, and he couldn't even think about Kaz through this feeling. He pushed his head back further, and his mouth opened, and he was moaning before Kaz was shushing him softly, "Quieter than that, baby, okay?" Wylan nodded mindlessly, and Kaz groaned softly, digging his fingers into his hips but the moment that he started moving and Wylan was moaning again, and Kaz was shushing him again, but it didn't matter until Kaz was pushing two his fingers into his mouth, his voice rasping between the groans, "Shh, shh, darling boy, gonna need you to quieten down there, okay?"
Wylan wasn't exactly able to say anything, but he was moaning around those fingers, because through the soft groans of his beautiful, perfect other half, he was getting fucked half stupid. The fingers in his mouth inched downwards. "Nothing in that pretty head of yours is there, baby? You're so dumb, so fucking stupid, but you look so good when you're getting fucked. Have I told you that?" Kaz's voice was getting lower, more breathless, his head dropping as he sucked at Wylan's neck and his fingers pulling out of Wylan's mouth to instead be replaced with his thumb, his fingers gripping at his jaw. "Fucking obscene, the noises you make for me."
He was so beyond how Kaz was getting out full sentences, because even if he could speak, even he wasn't borderline gagging around his thumb, he wouldn't be able to think enough to be able to speak. But he was so glad for it. So, so glad that he could. "But you're my pretty boy. My whore. All mine, aren't you, baby? And I'm so glad for it, boy, because you're so gorgeous. And I'm so glad that I can call you mine." Wylan thought that after time, he was pretty good at being able to read Kaz's tells, and there was a few things that made it obvious that he was getting close. His voice would drop, the rasp more evident, the way that he'd grip Wylan just a little closer, that those sounds of his got deeper, in the back of his throat. Kaz was perfect. "Good boy. Such a fucking good boy."
Kaz's thumb pulled out of his mouth and wrapped instead around his neck again, and Wylan wanted to cry with how good he felt, "Kaz, Kaz, fuck." He bit down hard on his lip, and his partner let out another one of those moans that was seated right in the back of his throat. "Kaz, I fuckin'- I fuckin' love you, okay, I fuckin' love you, Kaz, and-" His hand tightened around his neck and cut off his words but Wylan wasn't mad about it in any way because he was so, so in love with this man and how fucking good he made him feel and absolutely fucking everything about him.
"I know that you do, baby, I know, and I love you so fucking much too, yeah? And you're always so fucking good for me and I just can't get enough of you." Kaz moaned, pressed against his neck harder, and Wylan was convinced that there was nothing better than this feeling. Kaz. His Kaz Brekker. Because as much as he was Kaz's, Kaz was his as well, and there was nothing more perfect in this world than that. "You're a good boy. My good boy." Every single one of his nerve endings were on absolute fire, and the way that Kaz was talking to him was making everything so much better. He was so hot. Wylan had always thought it, but now, he was just consumed by him in absolutely every way and nothing had ever made him so happy and so on the verge of crying.
"Kaz, I'm-" Wylan was almost beyond getting the words out, but Kaz's hand loosened slightly, let him speak, and Wylan was just about able to think enough to get the words out even if Kaz probably already knew, "Kaz, I'm gonna, I fuckin'- I-" Maybe the words weren't going to get out, but he was okay with that, because Kaz already knew. Because he was gripping his hip, biting down lightly on his neck, and every now and then words of praise would slip from that perfect, perfect mouth.
"I know, lovely boy, I know. That's it. In a fucking alley way getting fucked, sounding like the biggest fucking whore that there ever was, and you're gonna cum for me, huh? You're so fucking hot, Wylan. So fucking hot." His voice was amazing, fucking perfect, everything about this was perfect and edging Wylan and everything made him feel like he was just going to fucking explode, "Fucking do it, Wylan. For me." And just like that, Wylan's head blanked out for the- Ghezen knew how many times- and he was moaning, digging his fingers into Kaz and when he closed his eyes, there was a tear rolling down but it was only just because Kaz groaned and sank his teeth into the side of Wylan's neck and he was so amazing. So fucking flawless.
And after a moment, when they'd stilled and pressed their foreheads together, panting as quietly as they could. Kaz's hand loosened around Wylan's neck, slipped to his waist, and Kaz kissed him softly. "I love you." He muttered. "I love you so fucking much, Wylan Van Eck. Fahey. Whatever name, it doesn't matter, because I still love you just as much." His head tilted a little, and he kissed him again just lightly, "Brekker, one day. I'd add a hopefully but I'm pretty certain, and I wouldn't be saying that unless I completely meant it. You mean so much to me, Wylan."
"I love you, too." Wylan stroked gentle fingers over Kaz's jaw, smiling because he was so, so, happy. So happy. "I can't put into words just how much I do." Kaz peppered his face with tiny kisses and pulled back to button his trousers back up and then ducked just slightly to hike Wylan's back over his hips and then buttoned them again. Kissed his nose.
"Thank you, baby. I love you. And you did so well, and I'm so proud of you, and I'm going to take you home and put you in a bath and make you feel just as fucking amazing as I know that you are." Kaz whispered back to him, tugging him forwards and wrapping his arms around Wylan, tucking his head gently under his chin. He rocked them both slightly, but if he thought that Wylan hadn't caught the wince that he'd given when he crouched down, then he was sorely mistaken. "You're everything, Wylan. Everything."
"Okay, but you're going to get in that bath too, because your leg is hurting you and I'm not going to stand idly by while my future future husband is in pain, so we can enjoy the pleasures of warm water together, huh?" Wylan wound his hands through the material of his shirt. "You're everything, too." He was happy with the way that Kaz looked at him when he pulled back, like he really, truly meant something to him, and like he wouldn't let go of Wylan for the world. And he knew that was true, and Kaz had told him that before, but it was never any less meaningful and he was never any less breathtaking and he was just so in love. So, so, in love.
"Mmm, whatever, okay. Let's just get you home." Kaz murmured, but kissed the top of his head again. Reached for his cane. "In case you didn't catch it before, I'd do anything for you, and I love the fuck out of you."
"Yeah, I know." Wylan grinned a little. Leaned up to kiss him. "Same."