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A cold hand ghosted Khaslana’s cheek, he caught it by the wrist, and gave a kiss on the fingers.
It was so long ago... He probably had forgotten about me already.
He placed his hands around the waist that haunted his dream whenever he got too pent up. Not really sure what he would want to do with it, now that it is in his grasp.
My chest hurts a little, but I know I should be grateful he even wants me like this.
He blinked slowly to focus his eyes, moving his hands up like a caress, thumbing one of the pair of round patches of skin that are softer and redder than the rest of this pale canvas before him. He could hear hitched breaths. His other hand slided down, with the same careful movement, pulling the undergarment down. He felt up the slightly protruding hip bone before his hand arrived at its actual destination, cupped the ass, and gave it a light squeeze. He heard a sigh as his jaw got smeared with kisses, sometimes with a slight suck. It finally dawned on him that this is the highest that Anaxa can reach with his lips. He stepped back as he pulled both of them to the bed. He sat down on the edge, and Anaxa sat on his lap.
Anaxa is left with only an unbuttoned phthalo green shirt that acted like a frame for this lithe, pale canvas. Medium-length light mint hair still tied neatly at the right side, the man’s eyes were on his chest, expression serious, like trying to assess something complicated. He then felt a cold, metallic texture around a hand that tried to slide inside his black hoodie, before it changed course and tried to yank it up.
“You take off your clothes, too.”
Khaslana responded with a hum as he reluctantly took his hands off to make it easier for Anaxa to take his hoodie off. He immediately put his hands back the moment they were free; now both of his thumbs were nubbing the pair of slightly red patches, drawing a circular motion. He blinked his eyes again as the man in his lap caught his mouth in a deep kiss, satisfied now that the gap caused by their height difference was gone. He responded to the enthusiasm and followed Anaxa’s lead. He could feel the same hand grazing the skin below his navel, probably wearing three or four silver rings, trying to open his zipper the moment both of his hands went back to the waist, and no longer hindering this man’s hand from reaching. Khaslana wasn’t idle himself. He felt around the surface until he found something he prepared earlier. His eyes half lidded, yet they never left the man.
“Uh, um, Anaxa...” He spoke groggily, still trying to catch his breath after a long kiss that might have fried his brain. He didn’t dare to imagine how much experience one must have to be this good. But, he had something more important to ask now.
“It’s Anaxagoras. One kiss and you forget my name already?” Anaxa quipped.
The words stung. Even before their chance of encounter a few months prior, Khaslana had never forgotten about him. The memories of him were etched into his brain like a persistent stain. Yet, he did not blame Anaxa for not recognizing him; he was a cheerful kid who pestered Anaxa like a puppy. Anaxa himself was a teenager at the time, still trying to adapt to living with one eye. Anaxa used to comment on his sickeningly sweet voice. Saying how it was annoying, yet he never stopped tousling the white hair in his hands. To compare the bright child from back then and the mess of a man he is now, Khaslana was sure no one can see the association.
His melancholy broke when his eyes wandered back to Anaxa’s face, who smirked carelessly, bewitching without meaning to.
Khaslana paused, he felt like a helpless rabbit cornered by a charming fox for a fleeting moment, or a very enchanting snake. He felt that either choice suited Anaxa just fine. It’s as if he had forgotten his own strength and how easy it was to bend or break the smaller man in any way he wants. The intrusive thoughts snap him back to reality. He realized he still hadn’t said anything, as if he was hypnotized, drowned in an aquamarine sea around the ruby pupil. He pretended to look away, raising his hand up to show the lube he was holding. He hoped this gesture would be enough to ask for permission. In his peripheral vision, beyond his long eyelashes, he could see Anaxa’s smile soften, acknowledging him.
“Sure, you can start.”
Getting the approval he needed, Khaslana uncapped the lid with the back of his thumb. He poured a generous amount, warmed it with his fingers. Anaxa nestled his head in Khaslana’s shoulder, mouthing the neck whenever he didn’t struggle in his breathing. In this situation, if someone felt uncomfortable, anyone would be sure it was the one with a finger up his rear. But, Khaslana was gentle, Anaxa had also prepared himself beforehand. Khaslana did not have a hard time coating Anaxa's opening. Yet, Khaslana was restless. He can only see ivory shoulder peeking from the shirt that started to slip down and a lock of light mint. He could see He wished he had a big mirror beside his bed right now. Distracted with his own thoughts once more, his movement started to slow down.
Like someone with a mind reading power, Anaxa grasped his hand and removed himself from Khaslana’s lap. As much as it delighted him to see Anaxa’s face, losing the warmth of Anaxa’s body in his felt just as bad. He held back his whine, afraid it would turn off Anaxa. He almost whispered an apology, thinking he had done something wrong, until Anaxa sat with open legs and started playing on his own. It’s as if he is trying to instruct Khaslana on how to touch him. Khaslana did not realize that he was moving closer until Anaxa’s feet were in his chest, trying to stop him from going even closer.
Watching Anaxa played with his rim with one hand and flicked his own nipple with his other without really giving attention to his genitals, wantonly moaning and meeting Khaslana’s eyes whenever he is able to keep it from shutting close from sensations made Khaslana remember his neglected cock that already starting to turn purple from the hard-on. Khaslana didn’t know if Anaxa would only let him watch and not do anything else. But, he didn’t want to risk causing an injury if Anaxa chose to be generous and let Khaslana put it inside. He had always known how well-endowed he was, compared to his peers with similar build. He wasn’t sure if his cock could even fit in Anaxa even after all these preparations. So, he took initiative to coat his cock with the remaining lube they had. He stroked himself while still keeping his eyes on Anaxa’s, thinking that maybe finishing like this wasn’t bad at all. Inwardly trying to give Anaxa a way out, Khaslana wouldn’t blame Anaxa if he hesitated after he saw how much this cock can go in its full glory.
Fortunately for him, Anaxa didn’t seem to have any problem with it. He slowly shuffled closer with a dazed look in his eyes, as if enticed. He mentally estimated the size and he grazed it with the tips of his fingers, Khaslana shuddered from the impact. Anaxa leaned his head closer, his bottom lips opened slightly, contemplating whether to try putting it in his mouth or his hole. The sight of his own dick that was slightly longer than Anaxa’s whole head looked jarring for Khaslana. But, Anaxa’s warm breaths and proximity to it drove him to the edge.
“It’s… Massive.” Anaxa cooed, attempting to praise. Something seemed to shift in him, but Khaslana was too busy keeping himself from cumming in Anaxa’s face to have any ideas to ponder what had changed and the reason why.
No longer having any wish to play mind games, Anaxa advanced and pushed Khaslana down. Khaslana laid without fight, giving in to Anaxa’s whims, while still trying hard to curb his own urges. Anaxa caged his body with his legs, starting out by experimentally rubbing his mounds to Khaslana’s cock. Khaslana’s breaths rasped, his already dry throat seemed to get worse now. He soon forgot about the discomfort in his throat as Anaxa held his dick and positioned it toward his rim. He felt like he was being choked when Anaxa’s hole slowly swallowed his cock. He almost blanked and cummed right there just from the pressure and heat around him. Anaxa wasn’t doing really well himself, when the cock was only halfway in and he was already seeing stars. He would’ve paused there to give himself some time to adapt, if his knees hadn’t betrayed him and giving out. He sank down and bottomed out unprepared, his whole body quivered and he believed that he had passed out momentarily when he was fully sheathed.
“Anaxa?” Khaslana asked with concern written in his face, his voice huskier than usual. He did not feel as choked as the muscles in Anaxa’s inner walls relaxed. He watched as the light came back to Anaxa’s clouded eyes after Anaxa blacked out and spilled in his stomach. He kneads Anaxa’s spine gently, waiting for any response.
“I’m fine, I will start moving in a bit.” He answered in a clear and concise way. Nothing in his voice hinted how much what he just experienced a few minutes earlier affected him.
Anaxa lowered his upper body so he could use his arms as a fulcrum. He was not really confident using only his legs to fully support himself after they gave out earlier. The position worked in Khaslana’s favor. This way, he could keep looking at Anaxa as much as he wanted. His hands settled on either side of Anaxa’s hips, offering some help if needed.
The pace Anaxa used to move himself up and down was a sweet torment for Khaslana. Every frictions were almost heaven-sent, they stimulated him but not quite enough. Anaxa wasn’t able to go any faster than this, he was still too sensitive from his first orgasm. From holding back not to release too soon, Khaslana is now holding back not to frighten Anaxa with the pace he wanted to go for. With his unfit, lacking exercise body, it didn't take him long until he start slowing down even more. Khaslana couldn’t take it anymore and plunged upward when Anaxa was in the process of sinking down. Anaxa let out a long, drawn-out mewl and lost control of his facial expression. The sight of it made all the remaining defenses inside Khaslana crumble, he started to thrust his hips with abandon and his hands that still gripped Anaxa’s hips assisted him to smash them together in full force.
“Khas–Ah!”
I’m sorry.
“Yes—Oh! There!”
Anaxa…
“Slow…. Down..ngh..”
I can’t.
“Khaslana… p-please..”
I’m sorry.
Anaxa already came the second time when Khaslana was still chasing his high toward his first. His directions and reactions become confusing and got quieter the more they went at it. His moans started to mix with choked sobs, but Khaslana never heard Anaxa telling him to stop. After Khaslana released his fourth orgasm, he still gave a few more thrusts to accompany Anaxa through a dry orgasm. Both of them already stopped counting after Anaxa went through his fifth, they weren't sure how much orgasms Anaxa had until now. At this point, Anaxa did not have any energy to care about what he looked like. While, Khaslana fully enjoyed the debauched look Anaxa was having with eye rolled back and drolls glistening his chin.
Spent and exhausted, Anaxa was very pliant when Khaslana did the required aftercare on him. All his pretense and false bravado went down the drain, all that left was a quiet and clingy side that he never imagined Anaxa would have. Though, this side somewhat reminded him of the young Anaxa he met when he was a kid. After putting aside the wet towel, he went back to lay beside Anaxa who couldn’t wait to put Khaslana’s head in his arms. Khaslana sneaked a kiss on Anaxa’s temples before doing exactly what he was told to. Anaxa’s fingers combed the white hair as Khaslana continued looking at him through his eyelashes, before both drifted into slumber.
They stayed like that until noon. Both of them actually had woken up earlier in the morning, around five for Anaxa and six for Khaslana. But, they let their eyes close once more as they get coaxed by the comfort and familiar scent of the other. When they decided that it’s finally time to move, they cleaned themselves up and wordlessly went to assign themselves some tasks. Khaslana cooked for both of them, and Anaxa took care of the mess from yesterday.
After a while, they sat across from each other around the dining table. It's nearing the time for Anaxa to go back to his flat. Khaslana was reluctant, but Anaxa was uncharacteristically spirited. There was a fire in his eye and Khaslana could feel that Anaxa wanted to say something.
“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you about this for a while. I really like you, and you have been staring at me like you want to swallow me whole since our first meeting. I’m not sure if my feelings are reciprocated, but I am sure that you, at least, fancy my looks, and you do seem to enjoy our time together.”
Khaslana considered correcting him, but instead he just pushed the dishes closer to Anaxa after he took his own share.
“Eat first.” He muttered, still not looking at Anaxa.
“Thank you, this looks great. Oh, we can move somewhere else if my place isn’t to your liking, but it will take us at least a few months.”
Khaslana, who already started eating, chewed his food silently. Not in a hurry to respond.
“Your place is okay.”
The conversation went to a halt as they busied themselves with the food on the surface. Anaxa could feel eyes on him, yet he pretended not to. Khaslana’s eyes alternate between looking at the food in his hands and Anaxa’s lips from behind his long straight eyelashes.
Now that food is finished and the dishes are neatly stacked in the sink, Khaslana feels that the conversation from earlier is about to resume. Before he could decide what to say next, Anaxa already started to persuade him as if to make sure to cover all the openings so he had no way to escape.
“Our lifestyles are in tune, and last night proved that we are also compatible in bed—unless you deemed my performance somewhat unsatisfactory? We can discuss if there is something you need me to adjust.”
This seemed to effectively crack Khaslana’s composure.
“What? No.” A hint of peach dusted his cheeks for a second as the memory resurfaced. Anaxa wouldn’t have seen that if he weren’t looking at Khaslana intently.
Anaxa leaned forward to the dining table and placed his chin on the back of his hands. He did not smile, but there was something in his eyes that made Khaslana feel like he was the only thing that mattered for this man in this moment.
What Khaslana doesn’t know is that Anaxa would still ask him to live with him even if last night did not go well. He was ready to perform celibacy if what he initially thought as Khaslana trying to cherish him by never going too far, was actually just Khaslana having no desire for the act in the first place.
What Anaxa does not realize is that Khaslana would have accepted the arrangements without Anaxa having to convince him. He, too, would really love to have Anaxa as the first thing he sees when he wakes up and snuggled in his arms at the end of the day.
Anaxa took a quick glance at his wrist watch, stood up, and walked toward Khaslana. He stood up too, and took a step forward to meet Anaxa in the middle. Anaxa did not try to tiptoe and just kissed his jaw casually. He then took a step back to stare at Khaslana’s face and unintentionally narrowed his eyes like a cat showing its affection. He then straightened his shirt and started walking out. Khaslana followed behind him in slow but steady steps.
Before Anaxa entered his car, he looked back once more. Khaslana was five steps behind him, still with a look that clearly showed his reluctance to part. He went in and closed the door with a click, turned on his engine, then opened the window.
“Just take your time to consider it. The soonest I can help you move out will be the next time we meet. See you next weekend.”
“...See you, soon.” Said Khaslana, as he watched the car leave the building.