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The postcard pinched between Kayn’s fingers is empty. Matte black on one side. Foiled gold on the other. Neither have any words written down, no symbols or hidden message when held at an angle. Only the muted fragrance of roses wafts when he brings it to his face to squint at.
“Of course you can’t see it. You’re not a mage,” Ezreal says factually.
Kayn stares at Ezreal’s bare back as he pulls leather pants on instead of his usual jeans. The material hugs his hips and fits snug over his thighs when he crosses the room to retrieve his boots. A perfect fit. He wants to ask where he bought formal clothing in such a short amount of time but realizes there was probably no buying involved at all.
“And shadow magic doesn’t count?” Kayn’s eyes follow him intently.
“Apparently.” He shrugs, standing in front of the vanity again. He looks stupid hopping on one foot to pull one thigh length boot on then doing the same for the other. “I didn’t make the classifications on what’s considered Arcane or not.”
“How enlightening,” Kayn deadpans.
He tosses the postcard to the desk with a sigh and peaks out the curtain, a sliver of moonlight cutting into the room. The street in front of the inn bustles with nightlife and seamen returning from their ships. Too busy for Kayn’s liking. He should have left before the sun came up, but Ezreal is as distracting as he is curious. Kayn has known all of this, he just chooses to fall for it every time.
“And meeting this Black Rose is a good idea?” Kayn asks, turning back. “What do they want from you?”
“Oh, you’re worried?” Ezreal smiles at him through the mirror, bright as the moon in the sea.
Kayn pauses, chewing on the idea. Ezreal is not weak or useless by any means. Rather, a gathering of other magic users more well-versed in their own abilities might actually put Ezreal at a disadvantage.
“I’ve just yet to see your truly cruel side,” Kayn says slowly.
“So you are worried,” Ezreal hums, choosing to interpret his words in the only way that would get under his skin.
He beckons Kayn to his side to help him tie something behind his back. The piece is bony and rigid, unlike anything Kayn has ever seen anybody wear before. Ezreal’s hands guide him at first. “They’ve never been so upfront before. I think it’s worth seeing what they have , if not what they want,” he continues.
The red satin ribbon criss-crosses down Ezreal’s back. Kayn’s fingers pick up the motion quickly, lacing and tightening the bodice around his waist. He glances up over Ezreal’s shoulder and watches through the mirror as the line of his waist cinches in. He looks tiny like this, a doll-like version of himself.
A restlessness surges forth that almost throws him off guard. If only the analytical part of his brain didn’t surface and need to pick apart this newfound allure. He’s always been bigger than Ezreal, but sexually it never held any importance to either of them. Maybe it’s because he knows Ezreal has more than a few ways to get himself out of a fight if they ever went down that route. It was never about Ezreal being small more than it was about Ezreal rousing the desire to chase him.
His body eclipsing Ezreal’s, it feels like he’s finally trapped him and locked him in place.
Kayn wants to monopolize him.
But that’s a thought filed away for later, at last.
“I suppose a bird like you doesn’t get caught in cages,” Kayn murmurs into his ear. He’s thrilled to see Ezreal’s eyes flutter wide and watch the shiver travel visibly down his skin.
“No,” he says, voice wobbly. “You would know, Kayn.”
“I know best.”
Kayn finishes it off with a tight, lopsided bow and stands back to let Ezreal admire his amateur handiwork, turning and looking back at himself in the mirror.
“Is this some kind of Piltover fashion?” Kayn asks, reeling Ezreal back in to properly investigate the piece.
“It’s a corset,” Ezreal says as if it explains everything. He leans back into Kayn’s warmth, letting his hands roam.
The entire thing is stiff, forcing his back straight. He cups his hands over Ezreal’s waist. Already small, it is now impossibly fitted in Kayn’s palms, his hips flaring out dramatically, his shoulders broader. He smooths his hands up the front where his chest is completely exposed. Instinctively, Kayn thumbs over his nipples.
“And you wear this alone?” Kayn frowns.
Ezreal laughs, but it’s breathy. He can feel his body melting into his chest as he stokes the arousal within him. His eyes are focused on watching Kayn play with him, gently rolling the pink nubs between his fingers until they turn hard.
“No,” Ezreal half-answers, half-moans. “It stays underneath everything. I– Ah– It makes a nice silhouette.”
“It’s a tease.”
His head lolls back onto Kayn’s shoulder as he completely loses himself in the simple pleasure. Kayn loves it so much he almost feels prideful. He takes advantage of the expanse of skin before him and licks a long stripe up the column of his neck. The cologne is bitter on his tongue, but the musk sends a throb of arousal straight to his cock.
Ezreal definitely feels it. His hips jerk back, and Kayn brings one hand down to grip him tightly, helping him grind against him. He works the outline of his bulge into the seam of his ass, filling with greed when Ezreal moans.
“Kayn.” Ezreal sighs around the single syllable of his name, caressing it with heady need. “I wanna do it.”
Kayn bares his teeth over his shoulder, delighted. “Again? After I spent all day with you here?”
“You did this on purpose,” Ezreal whines.
“I most definitely did not,” Kayn scoffs, pinching his nipple roughly and receiving a yelp in return. “I helped you put this on for the little masquerade ball you were invited to. It would be rude to be late.”
Ezreal squirms, and it triggers a predator response within Kayn, his other hand clamping him down in place for good. He struggles until his face turns petal pink.
“You’re such an ass. You want me to leave like this?”
“I think it would turn you on,” Kayn drawls, biting the shell of his ear. “Wanna try it? Knowing I’m waiting for you to come back to fuck you.”
A pitchy whine accompanies the stuttered grind of his hips. Kayn can see the cogs turning in Ezreal’s head, weighing the pros and cons of attending an event full of dangerous mages with a body dampened with arousal.
Ezreal laughs suddenly, a moment of bright clarity, and Kayn stares at him in confusion.
“You would risk it knowing I might not make it back?” He asks, immensely humored by the possibility of blue balling Kayn due to, well, dying.
Feeling as if Ezreal has turned things in his favor, Kayn growls and spins him around to press him against the vanity. It rattles against the wall with enough force to tip over the thin bottle of cologne, sending it crashing to the floor. Overwhelmingly sweet star anise blooms from the pool of liquid growing slowly from the broken glass. The destruction doesn’t distract either of them. He sees his own reflection in Ezreal’s widened eyes, red on blue, a drop of blood in water. Dispersing, polluting, transforming.
“Have I ever once thought you too incompetent to return to me?” Kayn demands.
Ezreal blinks rapidly, processing Kayn’s words as a foreign language. Then, as if in slow motion, his arms slide up and around Kayn’s neck, pleased as a cat, glass shards crunching beneath his boot. He drags Kayn’s head down and kisses him filthy, filling his mouth with his tongue and bewitching him.
The wet slide of their lips punctuates the air. Ezreal pulls away to confess against his mouth, “That’s the best thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Kayn goes dizzy from the amount of blood rushing away from his brain.
There isn’t much to undress, fortunately. He unbuttons Ezreal’s pants while Ezreal tucks himself into his neck, sucking and kissing over pink marks made earlier. Kayn can only peel them down to where the top of his obnoxiously long boots stop, but it’s enough. He ignores Ezreal’s hard cock to grab two handfuls of his ass, sighing contently as the flesh gives in his palms. Ezreal seems to purr at the sensation and wiggles his hips invitingly.
There aren’t a lot of circumstances in which Kayn would waste away an entire day. One of those happens to be attending to Ezreal with an obscene romp in bed after many moons without seeing each other, filling him over and over until the distance spent apart is reduced to skin on skin.
Kayn hooks his chin over Ezreal’s shoulder and pulls apart his asscheeks, revealing all the evidence of a squandered weekday. His reddened hole is still loose and unfurls at the exposure, and it winks shyly under the attention. He groans when he catches a faint dribble of cum escaping the rim.
“Fuck,” Kayn mutters. Entranced, he presses the pad of his finger to his hole, and Ezreal moans quietly. He anoints Ezreal’s entrance with his own cum possessively, soft and mouthing at his fingertip. “Didn’t wanna clean up, Ez?”
“I did,” Ezreal huffs. “You just… cum a lot.”
“There’s no such thing as a lot for someone like you,” he teases, choosing that moment to press in his index finger up to the knuckle.
“ Ah – Like you’re any different.” Ezreal presses his untouched cock against Kayn’s stomach, driving his hips away from the intrusion. “It feels weird.”
The usual resistance doesn’t wrap itself around his finger. He adds another and prods around his wet walls just to listen to the squelch of his cum. Kayn sighs into Ezreal’s skin, enamoured, and presses a kiss to the bone there.
“Because you’re all stretched out already,” he murmurs.
He fingers him gently, a pace usually reserved for a night before Ezreal leaves to another faraway land. The masquerade ball is only for one night, and he’d be returning before morning breaks, but Kayn still finds himself taking his time. It’s like his body is anticipating the separation. He loops his other hand in the long end of the crooked bow and holds Ezreal close, drawing small noises from him.
Ezreal can tell there’s something different in his demeanor. He brings his hands down to tug down Kayn’s waistband and cup the head of his cock with the same tenderness. A dull ache accompanies the shock of pleasure when his hand strokes down firmly. Kayn fucks his hips forward into the sensation, encouraging Ezreal.
Kayn hums low in his chest and leans down to kiss him, swallowing the stuttered sound he makes. He licks along the seam of his lips until Ezreal lets him in and tangles their tongues together. It makes his head floaty, makes him throb in Ezreal’s hand. Breathing in the anise and tasting the warmth pocketed inside of him, Kayn comes face to face with his own weakness.
“Good?” Ezreal presses against Kayn’s mouth.
“Mm, could be better,” he breathes, twisting his fingers in deep and grazing his prostate.
His head tips forward with a groan. In retaliation Ezreal squeezes his dick hard, and Kayn hisses. They silently exchange a mutual agreement that their play at lovers is over and turn their touches into clawing and grabbing. Kayn fucks his fingers messily into his hole, imprinting his handprint into his asscheek with how hard he spreads him apart. All Ezreal can do is pant against Kayn’s skin and haltingly work his hand over his hard cock.
“Just fuck me already,” Ezreal moans.
And isn’t that a wonderful suggestion?
His fingers slide out with a slick pop, and he turns Ezreal around to face the mirror. He looks almost shocked to see his own reflection. His eyes travel down to where his lips are cherry red and glistening, and even further down to where Kayn brackets his small waist with his hands. A small satisfied grin graces his lips, satisfied with the work Kayn has made of him.
But Kayn is determined to do much more than this.
“Bend over,” he says, guiding him forward with a hand on his spine.
Ezreal shuffles forward eagerly, glass cracking beneath his boots, and plants his hands on the desk. Kayn presses his body against the curve of his ass, slotting his thick cock between his cheeks. He gives an experimental thrust and watches Ezreal shudder at the drag against his hole.
Looking down at Ezreal like this, he looks even tinier. Kayn grips his waist again, right over the skeleton of the corset. It feels strange not to be able to actually feel his skin beneath his hands. The soft curve of his flesh is locked away behind satin and ribbing.
Kayn will let himself in another way.
He grips the base of his cock and slaps the tip against Ezreal’s cheek, smearing a wet line of precum there. Without any more warning Kayn pushes inside in one smooth glide. His hips meet Ezreal’s ass and they both let out a breathy moan, reveling in the stretch as if they haven’t done this a hundred times today alone.
It feels full inside of him. Fingers may not have excited him as much, but Kayn’s cock punches its way through his core to fill every inch of him. He can feel Ezreal trembling around him, adjusting to the stretch once more.
“God, Kayn ,” Ezreal moans, fingers gripping the wood tight.
“Good?” Kayn mocks him from earlier even though he’s struggling not to succumb to the hot pulse of muscle around him.
Ezreal rolls his pretty blue eyes. “Could be better,” he grits out.
He snaps his hips hard, and Ezreal collapses to his elbows with a yelp. It’s electric – the back and forth, the heated glare Ezreal sends him through the mirror, the tightness choking his cock. Kayn is unbiddenly addicted.
He adjusts his stance and fucks Ezreal back onto his cock, stabbing right over the spot that makes him squeal. His hands guide Ezreal’s hips directly into every thrust as Ezreal’s voice soars to the ceiling.
“Careful, Ez,” he shushes.
Unable to keep his head up anymore, Ezreal smacks his forehead into the vanity and wails into the wood, wetting it with drool and breathy condensation. His feet inch towards each other to pitch his hips up higher for Kayn to fuck into, trying to tiptoe. He feels like reaches even deeper at this angle, delirious with the sensation of Ezreal squeezing so lovingly around all of him.
Kayn takes a peek down at the intersection of their bodies. Just watching Ezreal’s rim stretch around his cock is heady enough to make him moan lowly. The mixture of cum and lubrication from earlier escapes Ezreal’s hole every time Kayn bottoms out, smearing a wet, glistening mess of his lower belly. The sound of his hips slapping against Ezreal’s ass as he crams every inch inside of him is almost as loud as his unfiltered whining.
“Kayn, Kayn, Kayn,” Ezreal mumbles mindlessly.
It's like a spell he can't fight. Kayn bends down to press his chest to Ezreal’s damp back, caging him in with hands on either side of his on the vanity. It shortens the distance he can pull out, so he settles on short, firm thrusts, grinding in deep at every other interval.
Kayn dips down to mouth at the back of Ezreal’s neck, sucking another mark at the juncture of his tender shoulder. The proximity and the pace is somehow hotter than before, pressure coiling low in his stomach.
“You love it like this,” Kayn coos into his ear, watching his skin turn red.
“Yeah,” Ezreal pants, “I do, I do.”
Kayn pauses when he's all the way in to the hilt, rutting against the soft give of Ezreal’s ass. “Yeah? You like it when I keep it in deep?”
Ezreal's eyes flutter against the pleasure, threatening to roll back into his skull. “Y-yeah, I feel so full,” he moans. Then he turns his head, blinking tears away. “Kiss me, please.”
Kayn obeys readily and slots their mouths together. Kissing Ezreal is like diving into a lake and finding solace at the bottom. Swallowed up and still sinking. He loses himself in it, the pace of his hips slowing, drowning in every suck and lick Ezreal offers him.
But Ezreal yanks him out of it, just like the brat he is. He's impatient. His hips wiggle, and he pulls away with a gasp, lips red and debauched. “Kayn, don't stop,” he whines.
He snorts and leaves one last smooch to his cheek before peeling himself off of Ezreal, replacing his hands back on his hips. “I know, I know, all you want is my dick,” Kayn laments dramatically. “Who else would travel the world for it?”
“Wow, I wasn't sure you knew” – Kayn pulls out to the tip before plunging back in – “ Kayn! ”
In fact, Kayn is very aware of how much Ezreal likes his dick. Kayn gives him exactly what he wants, fucking Ezreal until his words slur and return to nonsensical noises. He plants his cheek into the wood and takes it.
Already high strung, Ezreal cums first with a warbled cry. Kayn has half a mind to stroke him through it and aim his dick away from his own shoes, adding to the mess of glass and perfume beneath them. He clenches around him so tight Kayn almost follows after him, but he bears the pulse of Ezreal’s orgasm rippling through him, gripping the jut of his hip like a lifeline.
Kayn licks away the drops that landed on his fingers and meets Ezreal’s hazy, post-orgasm gaze through the mirror. Ezreal smiles lazily at him, glowing pink, and something other than Kayn’s dick throbs.
“Pretty boy,” Kayn scoffs, lacking malice, combing Ezreal’s hair back from his face.
Ezreal hums, leaning up into the touch. “Keep going?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Ezreal.”
“What’s another round to a guy like you?” Ezreal prods. “You didn’t even finish anyway.”
With a grunt, Kayn pulls out and his achingly hard dick slaps up against his stomach as if to prove Ezreal right. “Don’t regret it later when you’re limping around the punch table.”
A change in position is in order. Ezreal doesn’t mention it – he never does – but his legs are trembling, barely supporting his limp upper body still plastered onto the vanity. Kayn scoops him up and deposits him on his back onto the bed, careful to keep his shoes hanging off the edge. He unbuckles and unzips each boot and tosses them to a generally clean area, then yanks his pants off fully.
His bare legs invite him in between, falling apart at Kayn’s reverent touch. He massages the strained muscles of his calves and underneath his thighs where Ezreal is softest, easing his tension away.
Ezreal’s hand drifts to the fastening at the front of the corset and prompts, “This too?”
“No.” Kayn bats his hand away then pauses to consider. “Is it hard to lie with it on?”
“Not really. It just feels strange. Restricting.” To Kayn’s surprise, Ezreal lifts his legs and props them on each of his shoulders, giving him a divine view down the line of his thighs. Ezreal’s taint lies in wait for him at the end, and Kayn’s dick twitches. “I can still do this.”
“Good.” He drags Ezreal closer to the edge of the bed by his waist, lining his hips up with the crease of Ezreal’s legs. Part of him is extremely tempted to close Ezreal’s thighs around his dick and fuck him that way. “Looks good on you.”
Ezreal beats him to it, reaching for Kayn’s dick and squeezing his thighs together firmly. “You… like this more than I thought,” Ezreal comments, shivering when Kayn thrusts.
“Do you know what you look like?” The soft, supple skin surrounding him provides a different kind of drag than his ass. It’s smoother, drier, and Kayn can see the head of his own dick poking in and out of Ezreal’s legs. Ezreal palms over it, grinning when precum gushes and Kayn lets out a shuddering breath. “Starting to think this was on purpose.”
“It wasn’t.” Ezreal thumbs the slit, and Kayn groans, eyes stuck to Ezreal’s lithe fingers playing with his cock and forming another ring to fuck into, coaxing another wave of pre. “Go on, tell me.”
“You look so tiny, you’re like a doll,” Kayn says and demonstrates, tracing a finger down the fastening running down the center. He splays his hand out, and from pinky to thumb he encompasses the width of Ezreal’s waist. “You look like you’re not running away from me anytime soon.”
Ezreal’s breath catches in his throat. “Tired of the chase?”
A sly smile. “I would never,” Kayn drawls, “but I can’t let you win all the time, can I?”
The plush, now slick, embrace between Ezreal’s thighs doesn’t distract him forever. He slips out, and Ezreal’s gaze darkens in anticipation. Kayn gathers Ezreal’s legs together to hook both ankles over one shoulder and wraps one arm around his thighs to keep him in place, lifting Ezreal’s hips from the bed. Taking himself in one hand, Kayn lines himself up with Ezreal’s hole again and sinks home.
This angle is completely unlike before. He feels as if he’s reaching even further, directly kissing Ezreal’s molten core. It punches a sharp gasp out of Ezreal’s lungs and sends his hands scrabbling at the sheets, fisting the fabric to give him any sense of stability before Kayn rocking his huge cock inside of him. He can feel Ezreal’s feet twitching beside his head, unable to move towards or away from the pressure.
Completely at Kayn’s mercy, he can only moan at every thrust he gives him. He pounds at Ezreal’s ass like he’s forcing himself inside, eager to entertain his voracious heat. The wet smack of their hips fills the room and rings in their ears.
Ezreal’s hair, once slicked back and perfectly smooth, is ruined. Bright golden locks spill around his head, haloing his flushed skin. He’s a drunken mirage brought on by the perfumed air, the loop of red ribbon tucked behind his back, the flesh hugging him. Pretty wasn’t nearly enough.
Kayn gets one knee up on the bed, folding Ezreal over himself slightly, and groans when his walls seize up. His dick presses insistently against his prostate, and Ezreal arches his back as far as the corset will allow him, struck by the hot sensation shooting up his spine. He redoubles his efforts, fucking him relentlessly, letting himself get carried away with the arousal building up in his gut again. Kayn was already close to cumming earlier; it’s not taking long to pick up where he left off.
Kayn’s grip on Ezreal’s legs start to slip between his squirming and their sweat when he notices Ezreal is rock hard again.
“ Ah , Kayn, please!” Ezreal pants, cutting himself off with a pitchy whine.
“Gonna cum already?” Kayn taps a finger against his cock. “Your stamina is pretty weak today.”
His head rolls to the side, and he bunches up the sheets to cry into it, obscuring his face. “I’ve had your cock all day, ” he gasps, muffled.
Out of the corner of Kayn’s eye he catches blue magic sparking from Ezreal’s fingers scratching at the bed. He clicks his tongue and sinks his hand into Ezreal’s hair to yank his head forward, and sure enough the markings across his cheeks are glowing. Ezreal gasps into the air with bright, teary eyes, barely keeping it together. It’s not rare for Ezreal to unconsciously draw his magic out when he’s losing it on Kayn’s cock.
Kayn leans further down until Ezreal’s knees are almost touching his own chest.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Kayn warns into his ear. “No blinking out of here, Ez. You wanted this, remember?”
“I-I’m trying,” Ezreal cries, shutting his eyes as he drives in deep.
The markings pulse and the sweet air thrums warningly with magic. Kayn clicks his tongue. Not willing to risk it, he gathers both of Ezreal’s hands into one and traps them against the bed. It tingles, but he ignores it and kisses him messily. Not much of a kiss than a slick slide of tongue and lips, teeth when Ezreal tries to speak.
Kayn fucks him straight into an earth-shattering orgasm, cum spurting in between their stomachs and drenching the corset. Ezreal moans into his mouth and submits to the pleasure wracking his body. It quickly turns into squealing when Kayn doesn’t stop thrusting, chasing his own end and sending Ezreal into overstimulation. His spent cock twitches at every erratic thrust into his sweet spot, drooling against his belly.
“Kayn, hurry, cum inside,” Ezreal whines.
“Stay still for me, Ez,” Kayn groans.
His head drops into Ezreal’s neck when he finally cums, slamming his hips against his ass firmly. He grinds every wave of his orgasm into him and feels the wetness squelching at his entrance. Ezreal’s walls milk him of all he’s got, wringing moan after moan from Kayn.
He stills when the last spurt empties into him. Ezreal’s scent lulls him into a calm, enough for Kayn to steady himself and pull out. A gush of cum follows in his wake. It’s enticing, but he holds back from pushing his fingers in and gently lets his legs down.
Ezreal stares deliriously at the ceiling while Kayn finds something to clean up with. “Worth.”
“You’re insatiable.” He finds the towel they used earlier and mops up what he can. The broken cologne bottle can be dealt with later, but Ezreal’s corset is ruined. “You can’t wear this anymore.”
He waves his hand flippantly and tugs at Kayn to lie back down with him. “I mean who’s gonna see it anyway?”
Kayn tucks his arm beneath Ezreal’s head. “That’s disgusting.”
“You’ve found me in worse conditions,” Ezreal chimes, rolling over to look up at him.
The noise from the street below picks up; a brawl maybe or a celebration. Kayn is suddenly reminded of the duties he must return to once he steps outside of this room. Tomorrow the room will be checked out and Ezreal will set off somewhere neither of them know. It could be at the bottom of a ditch or on a ship sailing over Ionia’s moon-stained waters.
“Shouldn’t you get going?” Kayn asks, sober.
“Should I stay?” Ezreal inquires, and Kayn can’t tell if he’s being genuine.
“No.” He tucks his hair behind his ear, thumbs over the faint blue over his cheek. “Even if you think you want to, no.”
Ezreal has no answer to that, at least not one that would break the shoddy foundation of their relationship. But he doesn’t move. He doesn’t get up to fix his hair or put his clothes back on.
Then he closes his eyes and maybe imagines what the people look like outside, and says, “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”