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The doors to Yone’s penthouse slammed shut with a bang and Kayn tried very hard to keep his mouth from hanging wide open. Because wow, that looked like real wooden flooring polished so well he could see his face in it. Looking around, Kayn felt so out of place he was expecting a butler to materialize and throw him out.
“Uh, nice paintings.” Kayn looked at two pictures of some black and white shoes taking up the entire wall in the living room. They were super fucking weird in his opinion, but who was he to judge the older man’s taste.
“Thank you, won them in an auction. Almost had to fight this ancient lady for it, threatened to sue me over bidding more than her. Apparently, I’m the sole reason her Warhol collection isn’t complete. But if you were to ask me, I think she for sure could’ve afforded to bid more than two hundred thousand. She was just being cheap.” A smirk was playing on Yone’s lips, showing that the man wasn’t as uptight as he liked to present himself.
Kayn instinctively stepped away from the painting, even though he had no idea who the fuck Yone was talking about. But he understood how much two hundred thousand was, and he did not have enough organs to sell to pay back for it. Holy fuck, what did he get himself into.
The thought that maybe he walked into a rich serial killer’s apartment popped into his mind and he reached for his phone, sending a quick picture of the apartment with its address attached to Ezreal.
“Sit down, do you want something to drink? Is water all right?” Before Kayn managed an answer, Yone was already back from the kitchen with two glasses and a pitcher full of water. Who had a pitcher in this day and age?
“So, before we do anything today, we need to establish some things.” Yone suddenly looked too serious for Kayn’s liking, and he instinctively rolled his eyes. What was it with old people and rules, he just wanted to get fucked in a soft bed for once and thrown away. Maybe sign an NDA to spice things up, because he somehow pulled a guy who was filthy rich and probably important. Whatever.
Kayn jumped over the white couch and sat down, spreading his legs to take up as much space as possible. He leaned his head back, looking cockily up at the older man, who returned him the eye contact. Unimpressed with his behavior.
“You don’t like something; you tell me straight away. No I can bear it, I can get through it. None of that nonsense. Understood?” Yone was eying the younger man in front of him, who was trying to very obviously make him angry as he was looking up at Yone with zero care in the world.
“Whatever you say, Mr. Gray.” The conversation was going over Kayn’s head – something that made Yone nerves grate. He stepped between Kayn’s thighs, and leaned against the headrest, bending down to Kayn’s level to catch his gaze.
“You either agree to my conditions and take them into consideration, or you can get your pretty self up and leave, you know where the door is.” Yone gripped Kayn’s chin and forced him to hold the eye contact. The change dampened the younger man’s attitude and wiped the smirk off his face.
“Next, we use the color system. Look at me and stop acting like a high schooler who has sex-ed for the first time. Green is for when everything is all right, yellow means slow down and red is a complete stop sign, no questions asked. If you can’t talk, you tap whatever part of me you can reach three times.” Kayn was looking down, slight redness coloring his cheek while he nodded his head, the chuckle that left his throat quickly reprimanded by the older man.
“Kayn. Verbal agreement.”
“Uh, understood?” It finally started to hit him, that he had no idea what the fuck he was doing. He had fucked a guy, sure, there was the shit he did with Ez. But it was nothing on the scale Yone was proposing. Yet, Kayn really wanted to try.
“Great job. Now, anything I should be mindful of? Something that you know right away is off limist.”
“I dunno, I’ve no idea what to expect. Just be mindful of my knees?” Kayn’s fingers went automatically to his mouth, biting down on the soft skin. The nervous habit that usually made them bleed was stopped by Yone, who pulled his hand away and held it between his own.
“Of course, if anything else comes up, tell me. Now, can I kiss you?” Kayn looked up, staring dumbly at the man in front of him and his straightforwardness.
“Words, Kayn.”
“Sure. I mean yes.” Yone put his knees on either side of Kayn’s thighs and leaned down, running his fingers through the purple hair. He rested his hand on the back of Kayn’s head before pressing a few short and chaste kisses to the other’s chapped lips. Kayn felt a small kitten lick in the corner of his mouth, coaxing him to deepen the kiss. Yone’s hand sunk deeper into the short strands at the nape of Kayn’s neck before he sharply tugged down, making the other lean back and let out a surprised moan.
Kayn’s hands found their anchor in Yone’s suit, pulling at the fabric covering his surprisingly strong body. There were simply too many layers between them as he unsuccessfully tried to pry the suit of Yone’s shoulders.
Yone bit his bottom lip and pulled away, sending a sliver of pain up Kayn’s spine as he continued to nip on his lips, soothing the bites with his tongue. He felt the fabric of Kayn’s pants tighten underneath himself and moved down, sucking a few hickeys on Kayn’s neck.
The younger man bit back a moan as he gripped Yone’s white hair, pulling on it to move the other closer. He tried to move his hips to relieve some pressure, but Yone’s weight was holding him down.
“So, do I like call you daddy or something?” And Kayn hated the way it actually made his dick twitch, maybe that was saying something about his daddy issues. Not that he had those, but Ez kept talking about it over and over again.
Kayn was aiming for a joke, but the way Yone looked down at him with a knowing look on his face, he very much noticed the way it made him feel.
“If you want to, I’m not opposed to it.” He chuckled as he leaned down again, treating Kayn’s neck like his personal lollypop. Kayn would have to steal some make-up again just so he doesn’t look completely wrecked when he goes outside.
Still, that did not mean he wanted the other to stop. The feeling of being wanted so badly that the older man insisted on marking him made his stomach flutter. Yone finally reached the hem of his crop-top and separated from him, noticing the way Kayn’s crimson lips glistened underneath the lights. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyes glazed over from the lust spreading through his entire body. He was painting a beautiful picture, worthy of keeping. A thought Yone kept for later.
“Put your hands up.” The order cut sharply through the tense air and Kayn raised his hands as instructed, not bothering to protest. The fabric rubbed against his sensitive nipples and a moan left his throat.
Yone folded the shirt and put it on the couch next to them, his hand finding its way to the red bud in front of him. He squeezed it between his nails, noticing how Kayn’s jaw tensed from the pain before he blew air on it. And while he didn’t release his fingers, his tongue moved to the other side, sucking around Kayn’s nipple and creating a blossoming bruise.
“Yone…”
“That’s not what you want to call me, is it?” Kayn closed his eyes in embarrassment, hating the way Yone read him like an open book. But when the older man grinded his hips down, finally putting some pressure on Kayn’s painfully hard dick, the words left his mouth without a filter.
“Fuck, daddy, please.”
“Good boy.” The praise sent a full body shiver through his body and Kayn buried his face is Yone’s neck, feeling the way his length twitched aggressively. The pressure of his pants, the touch of Yone’s fingers and the way the older man moved his hips again sent him over the edge.
Kayn’s nails dug into the expensive suit jacket as he held onto Yone, who just rubbed his back and held him close. And fuck, he would not cry at the gentleness a stranger provided him so easily. He would not.
“It’s okay, I got you.” Except he already was, and he never felt so embarrassed as when he was sitting half-naked in a penthouse, clinging to a man who he didn’t deserve.
Without a word, Yone got up from his lap and put his arms underneath the younger man, picking him up and carrying him to his bedroom. There, he laid him out on the bed as he took his pants off, wiping off the cum staining Kayn’s thighs.
“You good to continue?” Yone was towering over him, still fully clothed except for his suit jacket and somehow, it made the entire thing hundred times hotter as Kayn laid underneath him fully naked.
“Yes.“
“Yes who?” Kayn choked on his spit, muttering a silent “daddy.”
Satisfied, Yone made his way down to Kayn’s stomach, following his happy trail down to his half hard cock. Kayn flinched when Yone’s breath hit his length, still sensitive. Yet that did not stop the older man from reaching into his night table and pulling out a box of condoms, followed by a bottle of lube. Yone’s stupidly long fingers tore the packet open and expertly rolled the condom down Kayn’s cock before he deepthroated him in one go.
Kayn’s hands shot up into Yone’s hair, trying to force the other away but he didn’t budge, head held in place.
“Fuck, it’s too much.” But Yone just moaned around his dick, sending vibrations down and making his legs twitch. Kayn felt his length harden again, coaxed by the wetness and warmth of Yone’s throat.
His fingers buried inside Yone’s scalp, tugging on the strands as the other hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, making the younger man come again.
Kayn was breathing hard, his hand covering his eyes as he tried and failed to stop his body from breaking. And still, Yone did not have enough.
“Turn around.” Kayn groaned but obeyed, his sensitive length rubbing against the mattress at the movement. Yone’s hands found their place in the dimples above Kayn’s ass, admiring the way they fit seamlessly there – as if they belonged.
The thing that first caught his attention was finally in front of Yone and he pressed the flat of his tongue against Kayn’s back, licking up the salty sweat that collected on the tramp stamp proudly claiming its ownership of Kayn’s skin. He traced the swirls, following the shape of the heart in the middle where he sucked another mark, feeling the need to show everyone who looked Kayn’s way exactly how thoroughly he had been claimed.
Satisfied with his work and deeming Kayn rested enough, Yone couldn’t help but slap Kayn’s cheek, watching the way it bounced underneath his touch. He opened the bottle lying next to him and warmed a bit of lube in his hands, before he slathered it around his fingers.
“Color?” Yone whispered into Kayn’s ear as he laid down next to him, trailing his clean hand up his side.
“Daddy-“ Yone’s hand grabbed his nape like a naughty kitten, making him tense up.
“Color.”
“Green.” Kayn let out a breath of relief when Yone’s fingers left his neck and continued to gently stroke his side. But his respite did not last long as when he was distracted by a tickling feeling along his ribs, Yone without a warning started to rub his wet finger around his hole.
This sounded like the time when he should tell the older man that he bottomed once in his life, and he was shitfaced during it. He pointedly held his breath and tried to relax.
The older man pressed kisses along his spine as he slowly, carefully pushed his finger inside. He rotated it a bit, trying to loosen Kayn’s tense muscles so he could push his digit inside completely.
It took him a bit, but he managed. Waiting for the other to relax underneath him before he started to tease his middle finger in. Kayn bit his lip at the pain, feeling the burn of the stretch as Yone pushed inside, his digits joining together and staying still. Giving Kayn time to adjust.
And surprisingly, the feeling stopped being painful and became pleasurable very soon. Kayn moved his hips, trying to get the other to move as a loud moan left his lips.
“Please” He didn’t need to say more as Yone finally moved his fingers, crooking them up to find the right spot, scissoring them to help the stretch later on. Kayn’s length was starting to become interested in the action again and wept against the expensive bed sheets.
With a third finger joining in right after, Kayn has had about enough of teasing. Moving his hips down to meet Yone’s fingers, the feeling was making him go insane and lose any boundaries he still had.
“Daddy, please, fuck me.” He would rather jump off a bridge than admit those words actually left his throat, but the way Yone tensed above him and let out a short breath made the whole thing worth it.
Kayn heard a sound and suddenly, there was a hard tip pressing between his cheeks. Yone bared his hand next to his shoulder as he led his dick inside, forcing Kayn’s hole to acclimate to the feeling.
And fuck, if Kayn thought his dick was huge in his mouth, this was a whole different thing. It felt like hours, the burning turning to pleasure before Yone stretched him so thoroughly he thought he would never recover.
And when his still-clothed hips met Kayn’s cheeks as he bottomed out, he almost came right then and there.
“Fuck, Yone, daddy-“ Kayn was holding on the pillow in front of him for dear life as Yone pulled out almost entirely, before slamming his hips back. Forcing a loud moan from Kayn and some quiet noises from himself.
“You feel amazing.” Yone hid his face in Kayn’s back as he fucked him, his thrusts deep and slow. Making the younger man feel every inch of his cock, reshaping his world view. Because there was no way he would ever come back to anything but this, that he would find someone to fuck him this well.
There was no teenage rutting, no sharp inexperienced movements. Yone knew exactly what he was doing, how to rotate his hips to hit Kayn’s prostate straight on any time he desired. Kayn had no choice but to rub himself against the mattress, the pressure inside him making him go crazy. And as Yone slammed hard inside, aiming straight at the small bundle of nerves, Kayn came for the third time with a silent scream.
But Yone was not done, the way Kayn’s oversensitive muscles squeezed around him getting him close. The younger man felt like a ragdoll, his body moving with Yone’s thrusts, posing no resistance. The wet sounds of their connection making their way through the room, heating Kayn’s cheeks with embarrassment. And finally, with one last deep move Yone felt his own climax arrive as he buried himself deep, filling up the condom.
Completely exhausted, Kayn let the older man move him however he wanted. All he noticed was that he was not lying in the cooling puddle of cum but instead, on the other side of the bed as Yone quickly cleaned up the mess before coming back with a warm towel and wiping him down.
And wherever he cleaned his skin, he rewarded the place with a soothing kiss or a touch, making Kayn melt into the mattress. When he was finally satisfied with his work, Yone changed into a pair of sweatpants before lying down next to the younger man.
The second his back hit the pillows, Kayn was in his space, lying his head on his chest as he clung to him.
“Wow Mr. Gray, I think you scrambled my brain.” There was clear confusion in Yone’s eyes and Kayn felt like facepalming. What did he get himself into.
“Who are you talking about?”
“For fuck’s sake Yone, has your freaky ass really not seen that movie?”