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Akk sighed as he stood in front of Ayan, the pair facing each other in the locker room after their Judo practice. “Why do you always have to be so combative?” Akk questioned. “It’s just a necklace, Teacher Chadok asked me to make sure that you stopped wearing it, just do it. Jewelry isn’t allowed, your earrings as well, it can’t be worn during school hours.” It all seemed very reasonable to Akk, but Ayan bristled at the very idea of removing his necklace.
“How about this -“ Ayan said as he reached up and started to remove the matching silver hoops from his ears. “I’ll take these out and the necklace can stay under my shirt, okay?” He said as he reached out and gripped Akk’s wrist, pulling his hand out so that Ayan could place the earrings in the palm of Akk’s upturned hand.
“What?” Akk seemed stunned.
“It’s called a compromise, haven't you heard of them before?” Ayan’s tone was borderline mocking before it softened slightly. “On the other hand, around here, you might not have.” He said with a shrug.
“I know what a compromise is!” Akk snapped, pulling his hand back, he could feel the cool metal of Ayan’s earrings gradually warming as he clenched his fist around them. “I just didn’t expect you to offer one.”
“I didn’t expect you to accept one.” Ayan admitted with a little smirk, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his oversized hoodie.
“I - I didn’t! I haven’t!“ Akk argued, back straightening as he glared at Ayan. “I never said I would cover for you.”
“Did I ask you to?”
“You told me that you’d hide the necklace but not take it off.”
“And?”
“And you really think I won’t turn you in for breaking the dress code?”
Ayan’s little smirk morphed into a full blown smile as he took a step closer to Akk, which caused the taller boy to stumble backward a bit. “I think -“ Ayan said, as he continued to move forward into Akk’s space causing Akk to keep moving backward until his back finally hit the locker room wall. “That if you had really wanted to turn me in for dress code violations, you would’ve done it already.” Ayan said as he placed a hand on the wall just over Akk’s shoulder, even though he was shorter than Akk, he was far far more confident and knew how to use that to his advantage with the shyer boy. “After all, I’m not supposed to wear this either.” Ayna used his free hand to tug on the half zipped collar of his hoodie. “But I do, you let me. Which is why I also think you’ll let me keep my necklace.”
Akk gulped, staring down at Ayan, his mouth going dry from the way that he was being pinned. He knew he was being manipulated, everything about the way Ayan moved was calculated, the drop of his vocal tone when he got close to Akk’s face, the way he crowded him, just barely touched him, it was all a game. So why did Akk let it happen? He just kept playing into his hand, he knew it, but there was something about it that he enjoyed. There was an odd satisfaction about being important enough to be part of whatever cat and mouse game that Ayan had started between them the first day they met, Akk liked being the occasional sole focus of Ayan’s attention. Because the way Ayan looked at him, it was only for him. When Ayan looked at Akk it wasn’t like how he looked at anyone else, sure there was animosity and teasing, even occasionally mocking seen in those eyes. But there was also a soft curiosity to them, like he wanted to just sit and stare at Akk for hours, drinking him in. That was the look that Akk craved, it made his skin feel too tight, his heart flutter and stomach squirm.
“So, my favourite perfect, will you allow me to keep it?” Ayan asked with a slight pout, his voice dipping low.
Akk’s hands clenched tightly at his side, it was the only thing keeping him from reaching out and pushing Ayan away from him, or possibly pulling him closer. After a tense moment, Akk gave a terse nod, watching as Ayan’s searching eyes glanced down to Akk’s lips quickly before meeting Akk’s gaze once again. “Good boy.” He whispered.
It felt like a punch in the gut how visceral the reaction to those two words were, Akk’s eyes widening, mouth dropping open slightly with a soft gasp. He could feel his blood traveling south, warmth pooling in his groin. What made it even worse was the fact that it seemed none of his reactions went unnoticed by Ayan, the shorter boy simply arching an interested eyebrow, but said nothing. “I should go.” Akk croaked out, tongue heavy in his mouth.
Ayan just nodded, his eyes now seemingly fixed on Akk’s lips. “You should let me come over, so we can finish up our project.” Ayan suggested.
“Hmm.” Akk hummed in a noncommittal way.
“Yeah?” Ayan looked back up into Akk’s eyes, the look he was giving him was enough to make Akk feel glad that he was leaning against the wall otherwise he might have fallen over. No one had ever looked at him like Ayan was currently looking at him, his dark eyes held a warm hunger to them, a genuine want, an excitement. “Can I?”
“Y-yes.” Akk stuttered.
With a smile Ayan stepped back, giving Akk some breathing room, which Akk was both grateful for while at the same time desperately wanting to grab Ayan by his stupid hoodie and drag him back in close. “Lead the way then.” Ayan said, motioning to the exit of the locker room with his hand.
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It took less than five minutes to walk from the gym to the building that Akk’s dorm was in, the whole way his mind at war, screaming that he shouldn’t be seen with Ayan, that it was a bad idea to let him know where Akk lived and an even worse idea to be alone with him after what had happened in the locker room. But what had happened in the locker room? Akk wasn’t entirely sure, Ayan called him his favorite, called him a good boy like he was some kind of dog and Akk had gotten damn near all the way hard right then and there. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that he was attracted to the other boy, that was something Akk had realized after the third wet dream he had woken from that featured Ayan. But it seemed that acknowledging it had only made the situation worse between them because everything Ayan did seemed to excite Akk, he usually spent most of the first hour after class masturbating in the shower just to be able to focus on his school work for the next day. And now he was bringing Ayan back to his dorm without being able to have that shower time to calm down, he was a complete idiot!
“You’re quiet.” Ayan said as the pair came to a stop outside of Akk’s room, the taller boy not commenting on his lack of communication, instead just focusing on unlocking the door. “Normally you like to argue with me more.” Ayan smirked as he followed Akk into the room, the door clicking softly closed behind them, to Akk it might as well have been a gunshot it was so loud in his mind.
“That’s because you annoy me.” Akk said easily as he slipped off his shoes before walking over to his desk to drop his backpack onto the chair, carefully opening his fist to look at Ayan’s earrings resting in the centre of his palm. What was he supposed to do with them? He had no use for them. Huffing to himself, he placed them down on his desk and turned just in time to watch as Ayan sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his hands as he looked around the room with a curious eye.
It felt odd seeing Ayan sitting on his bed, different from when Kan or Wat flopped on it like they owned the place, usually barely dressed because they were idiots who acted like Akk’s space was their own. Ayan on his bed though, hoodie slouching down one shoulder, taking in the decor with a tilt of his head, it felt more intimate, more private.
Giving himself a little mental shake, Akk went about hanging up his blazer, making sure it wouldn’t be wrinkled for the next day. He purposely ignored the feeling of Ayan’s eyes following him, although he knew he would eventually have to face the other boy, he was sitting right there after all. “You really are the perfect little perfect, aren’t you?” Ayan said, his smile could be heard in his voice. “I bet you even steam that so it stays all crisp.”
“Hanging it up is enough.” Akk said of his blazer, glancing over his shoulder at Ayan. “If yours gets wrinkles it’s probably because you roll it up and hide it in your backpack.” He glanced pointedly at Ayan’s bag that was on the floor near the foot of Akk’s bed.
“Would you steam mine?” Ayan asked in a teasing tone causing Akk to sigh softly in annoyance. “If I asked nicely.”
“Do you know how to do anything nicely?” Akk questioned as he turned to face Ayan, hands moving to rest on his hips only to drop limply and hang at his sides when he saw that Ayan had tugged off his hoodie and draped it over the end of the bed. He was still leaning back on his arms, but without the hoodie his arms were on full display, as well as a hint of collarbone from the fact that the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, necklace glinting silver where it was resting against the hollow of his throat. It was hardly the most dressed down Akk had ever seen Ayan, what with them sharing locker rooms as well as the time that Ayan had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt before going to shower when Akk was over at his house to study. But for some reason this felt different to Akk, perhaps it was because they were in his dorm, that Ayan looked so comfortable on his bed. So welcoming, so at ease.
“I know how to do a lot of things nicely.” Ayan smirked before motioning Akk over with a little nod of his head, when Akk didn’t move, Ayan sighed gently. “Please?”
Akk moved across the room on legs that felt like lead, his whole body tense. Was he really going to cozy up next to Ayan on the bed? Even at Ayan’s place they had sat together at the desk, never once did either touch the bed. “You’re always so tense around me, I wish you’d relax more.” Ayan commented when Akk sat stiffly on the edge of the bed next to him, making sure to keep a respectful amount of space between them.
“I’ll relax more once I know what you’re up to.” Akk said, shooting Ayan a sideways glare before he went back to staring ahead, eyes fixed on the wall across from them, his hands on his knees, fingers trembling.
“How do you know I’m up to anything? Maybe I just like you.”
“I meant with the school.”
“I didn’t.” Ayan said easily, Akk finally turning his head to meet Ayan’s eyes. “When it comes to you Akk, the only thing I’m ‘up to’ is trying to seduce you.”
“You can’t!” Akk snapped quickly, brows furrowing.
“Why not?” Ayan smiled.
“Because I’m a boy.”
“And I can’t like you? Because you’re a boy? Is that it?” Ayan looked like he wanted to laugh, but thankfully didn’t.
“It’s not -“ Akk went to say only to pause when Ayan raised his eyebrows expectantly, sitting up properly so that he was no longer leaning back.
“It’s not what?” Ayan asked. “Normal? Right? Allowed? Is that what you were going to say?”
“I - I don’t know what I was going to say.” Akk admitted, because he knew deep down that liking someone of the same gender was completely normal and even downright average in this day and age, it happened all over the planet, it was hardly as big of a deal as the older generation liked to make it out to be. But allowed - now that - that was closer to the truth. “The curse.”
“What about it?”
“Rule breakers fall victim to it.”
“Where in the rules does it say that students can’t fall in love? I don’t remember reading that, in fact, the rules suspiciously skate around the entire concept of romance. Almost like they were afraid to even mention it, make sure they didn’t give us any ideas.” Ayan tilted his head to the side, a thoughtful look on his face. “It’s like the teachers are using the rules to push their own agenda - wouldn’t you say?”
“I - n -“ Akk stuttered out half noises, not even words. He wanted to say no, that was wrong, the teachers had their best interest in heart but then he remembered his conversation with Kan and Wat, about how he couldn’t wait for Uni to start so they would be free of the curse when really what he had meant - what they all knew he had meant - was that soon they would be free of the school.
“It’s okay.” Ayan said softly, his hand moving up to cup Akk’s cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away tears that Akk hadn’t even realized had begun to fall. The school was his whole life and had been the only thing he could count on for so long but now with the arrival of one boy, Akk’s world was turning upside down. “It’s okay to be afraid.” Ayan assured him, Akk closing his eyes as he pressed his cheek more firmly against Ayan’s hand, his own hand coming up to grip the other boy’s wrist. “But please don’t be afraid of me.” Ayan whispered, a pleading edge to his voice. Akk gave a tiny nod, imperceptible had Ayan not been so close, had he not been touching Akk’s face. Ayan’s breath ghosted over Akk’s lips as he spoke in hushed tones, too close yet still not close enough. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Akk exhaled slowly, his whole body trembling with anticipation before he felt the first brush of soft lips against his own. They were gentle and chaste, small presses of barely there pressure. When Ayan pulled back, Akk squeezed his wrist, willing him to come back. “Ai’Akk, look at me.” Ayan said, prompting Akk to slowly open his eyes, blinking against the wetness his tears had left behind. Ayan quickly came into view past his blurry vision, still close, still so damned beautiful. A slight rosy hue peppered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a blush, Ayan was blushing because of Akk. That realization caused Akk’s stomach to flutter, there it was, solid proof that Ayan really did like him, getting shy because of one small kiss. It meant something, not just to Akk but to Ayan as well.
“Tell me this is okay, tell me you want me to.” Ayan said, his Adam’s Apple bobbing visibly as he swallowed down his apparent nerves. Akk never thought he’d find the sight of another man’s neck enticing, but up until Ayan he honestly hadn’t found much enticing. Too busy and stressed to concern himself with romance, that’s what he always told himself, told others. Kept his head down, didn’t dare look up around him for fear of what he might see - the truth - which was that he didn’t need to meet girls to find what he wanted because what he wanted was within reach at his very own all boys school.
“I - I do.” Akk whispered, voice sticking in his throat. He knew he agreed to not be scared of Ayan, but that didn’t mean that the implications of admitting what he was currently admitting wasn’t terrifying. “I want you.”
Ayan smiled softly, a sweet private sort of smile, one that was for Akk only. “Good boy.” He murmured as he leaned in, catching Akk’s startled gasp with his lips.
Akk couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped him when Ayan tugged him closer, wrapping one arm around Akk’s waist while he trailed his hand that had been cupping Akk’s cheek around to be able to thread his fingers into the hair at the nape of Akk’s neck. Akk wrapped his shaking arms around Ayan’s shoulders, fingers clutching at the fabric of the back of Ayan’s shirt.
Ayan gently sucked on Akk’s bottom lip, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, coaxing Akk’s lips open to be able to deepen the kiss. Akk’s made a noise in the back of his throat that he was sure he would’ve been embarrassed by had his brain not been completely fried by the feeling of Ayan’s tongue touching his own, it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, which made no sense considering it was simply a tongue.
The world felt like it was spinning or perhaps it was just Akk, since when he opened his eyes again he was laying on his back with Ayan hovering over him. He didn’t know when they had toppled over on the bed, somewhere between their second and eleventh kiss perhaps? He had stopped counting, instead getting lost in the feeling of Ayan lips and tongue. “Aye.” Akk breathed gently as Ayan moved to kiss down his neck, tugging at the top buttons of Akk’s shirt to allow for more skin to be exposed. Each press of his lips fueled the fire that was raging in his veins, twisting up in his gut and making his body feel like an exposed nerve. “Aye, please.” Akk murmured, head thrown back against the covers as Ayan tugged Akk’s shirt and undershirt to the side, exposing his shoulder. Ayan then attached his mouth to that perfectly untouched skin and sucked, Akk arching up into the feeling. Ayan was marking him, but was being smart enough to not leave the marks anywhere that wasn’t easily covered by clothing.
“Your collarbone should be illegal.” Ayan muttered heatedly against Akk’s skin as he trailed his lips along said collarbone, Akk’s shirt fully unbuttoned now, undershirt pushed down by one of Ayan’s hands. Akk threaded his fingers in Ayan’s hair, tugging on it until Ayan got the message and moved back up to meet Akk in a desperate kiss. “Tell me what you want, I need to know.” He asked once they parted, Ayan holding himself up and off of Akk just enough to be able to look down into his eyes.
Akk knew what Ayan was asking, they both knew Akk was a virgin thanks to Kan’s big mouth, so how far were they willing to go? How far was Akk willing to go? They had just kissed and kissing was nice, but did he want more? Well yeah, but maybe not everything. “I want -“ Akk swallowed, heat flooding his cheeks as he flushed at the look Ayan was giving him, the other boy looked about ready to eat him alive. “I wanna touch you.” Akk said in a breathy tone, moving his hands around to start undoing Ayan’s shirt. “I want you to touch me, I want you to be the first to touch me.” He said, growing braver by the second. “I trust you and I want you, just maybe not - you know.”
“Not all the way?”
“Not yet.” Akk nodded, biting his lip when Ayan grinned at him.
“Yet?”
“Shut up.”
“Oh no, you’re already planning round two, maybe even more.” Ayan teased before leaning forward to pepper kisses across Akk’s face, which made it difficult for Akk to finish unbuttoning Ayan’s shirt. “That’s so damn sexy.”
“Are you just going to make me blush or are you going to take off your shirt already?” Akk deadpanned, trying his hardest to not let Ayan’s words get to him, which never worked before so he highly doubted it would work now.
“Oh, I intend to continue to make you blush, you look so pretty when you do.” Ayan whispered against Akk’s ear, the ghost of his breath making the taller boy squirm. Or maybe it was being called pretty that did it, Akk was finding out a lot about himself, mostly that he liked it when Ayan praised him.
Ayan nipped at Akk’s earlobe, making him yelp before Ayan pushed himself up so that he was kneeling over Akk, a leg on either side of Akk’s. Keeping eye contact, Ayan finished undoing his shirt before shrugging it off, his undershirt quickly following, leaving him gloriously topless. Sure they had seen each other topless before, many times, but never in such a way, never with the promise of more than just stolen glances.
Akk pushed up so that he could wiggle out of his shirt as well, Ayan helping to tug his undershirt over his head, tossing it away. Before Ayan could do much more, Akk grabbed ahold of the shorter boy’s waist and leaned in to press wet open mouthed kisses along the soft lines of Ayan’s abs. Ayan groaned gently, carding his fingers through Akk’s hair. “God, you’re so good, fuck.” Ayan breathed out, voice strained as Akk worried a hickey into the skin just below Ayan’s bottom rib on his right side.
Akk was admittedly surprised with himself, fully expecting to be far more shy than he felt but instead of feeling bashful, there was just an overwhelming need that was ringing in his ears and thrumming through his veins. It was the way he always felt with Ayan, reason went out the window, all that was left was emotions. It was why he couldn’t leave Ayan be, why he followed him around. They orbited one another, pulled toward each other even when they tried to push away.
Akk started undoing Ayan’s belt before his brain even caught up to what his hands were doing, the only thing that stopped him from yanking down the zipper once the button was popped open was Ayan’s hands on his shoulders shoving him backward onto the bed. A small ‘oof’ noise escaped Akk as he found himself sprawled out on his back again, staring up at Ayan. The air was thick with tension, the pair breathing heavily.
“Aye…” Akk said gently, not begging but close.
Ayan made a small noise in the back of his throat, something between a moan and a whine. He quickly leaned down over Akk again, caging him in with his arms as they kissed, Akk enjoying the chance to run his hands along the smooth expanse of skin that Ayan being topless provided him. He grabbed and petted everywhere he could reach, feeling goosebumps breakout along Ayan’s back when Akk moved to kiss down his neck, nipping and biting as he went. The sound Ayan made when Akk began working a hickey into the side of his neck just under his ear made Akk completely forget his concern about leaving marks where someone might see them, and if Ayan’s reaction was anything to go by, he didn’t care either.
When Ayan started to undo Akk’s shorts, his belt clicking against the zipper, metal against metal, Akk couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up his spine. Finally his patience running out, Akk began to push down Ayan’s shorts with shaking hands, Ayan doing the same, leaving the pair in nothing but their boxers. “We don’t have to take everything off if you’re not ready.” Ayan whispered.
“I - I want to.” Akk said quietly, a fluttery feeling blooming in his chest at the little smile that crept onto Ayan’s face at his admission.
“You’re shaking.” Ayan murmured as he carefully laid between Akk’s legs, warm chests pressing against one another. “Just hold onto me.” He said as he kissed along Akk’s neck, up under his jaw before he finally nipped at his bottom lip. Akk wrapped his arms around Ayan, fingers digging into the firm muscles of his upper back. Embarrassment rushed through Akk’s system when he was unable to suppress a shudder from Ayan’s weight pushing against his erection. “Don’t worry, I’m just as hard.” Ayan assured, purposely rocking his hips forward so that their groins rubbed together, Akk whimpering at the feeling. “Fuck, you make the sexiness noises, I knew you would.” Ayan muttered against Akk’s ear, hips rocking forward again and again causing Akk to gasp and writhe. “Can I blow you?” Ayan asked, Akk groaning loudly at the words. “Tell me.”
“Yes! Please!” Akk pleaded.
“Good boy.” Ayan smirked as he slid down Akk’s body, placing kisses across every bit of skin his lips came into contact with. When he reached the waistband of Akk’s boxers, he glanced up at Akk, who was leaning up on his elbows watching Ayan with hooded eyes. Ayan smirked before he began to slide Akk’s boxers down, Akk lifting his hips to help the process along. He watched as Ayan dragged the offending piece of clothing down his legs only to toss them onto the floor, pausing long enough to strip off Akk’s socks as well.
Ayan kept an intense eye contact with Akk as he placed warm kisses up his leg, starting at his ankle, then his calf, the crook of his knee, the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh got a small bite before a kiss. Akk couldn’t help but jump, his legs flexing at the feeling of teeth nipping at him. “Ayan.” He breathed, hands gripping the duvet under him tightly.
“So pretty.” Ayan said, watching as the breath rushed out of Akk in a quick woosh. He then leaned forward and licked a stripe from the base to the tip of Akk’s hard cock, pausing to suckle and tongue at the slit.
The noise Akk made was entirely too loud, his arms giving out as he fell back against the bed, chest heaving. “Fuck!” He swore only to moan when Ayan took him completely into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to create a tight warm wet suction as he began to work his mouth along Akk’s erection. “Oh shit, oh fuck!” Akk groaned, his hands reaching down to thread his fingers into Ayan’s hair. He had never had a blow job before - obviously - but he had seen porn and had imagined what it might have felt like. Nothing Akk had come up with could’ve been further from the truth, reality was so much better than his fantasy. “Fuck, yes, shit! Aye!” He couldn’t control his mouth but if anything that seemed to just spur Ayan on more, the other boy gripping his hips to the point of near pain, the feeling managing to ground Akk when he felt like he was going to float away.
Akk tugged lightly on Ayan's hair, the sound of Akk moaning and panting mixing with the wet sounds of Ayan’s mouth on him filling the room. It was indecent, filthy and perfect. “Aye, Aye, fuck, I’m gonna come.” Akk was barely able to get the words out past his lips, only to make a whining noise when Ayan pulled off. He quickly replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking Akk with firm quick tugs. Akk’s hands slipped from Ayan’s hair down to grab the duvet once again as Ayan lifted his head to look at the other boy, head thrown back, flush halfway down his heaving chest.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” Ayan breathed, sounding almost awed. That was all it took for Akk to come, arching his back as his hips stuttered, simultaneously trying to chase the feeling while pulling away from the completely overwhelming full body experience of the most mind blowing orgasm he’d ever experienced. Ayan continued to strip his cock until Akk whimpered, having been milked for everything he could give, his stomach and chest covered in his release.
Ayan flopped up next to Akk, watching as he attempted to catch his breath, chest heaving as Akk stared at the ceiling with a bewildered expression on his face. “You okay?” Ayan asked with a little chuckle, patting Akk’s chest.
“Yeah.” Akk breathed with a little nod. “Yeah, I’m - yeah, it’s okay, I’m okay.” He looked over at Ayan, unable to stop the smile that crept onto his face. “I was not expecting today to go this way.”
“Really?” Ayan arched his eyebrows playfully. “Cause I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on you for a while now. Whenever I look at you all I can think about kissing you, touching you, I have since the first day we met.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss Akk deeply, the pair moaning in tandem. “You looked so damn cute coming like that.” Ayan muttered, kissing his way down from Akk’s mouth to his jaw and along his neck. There was no way he could miss the shudder than ran through Akk, not with how he was pressed up against him. “You like that, don’t you?” Ayan asked, lifting his face from where he had been pressing kisses against Akk’s neck.
Akk glanced away, biting his lip.
“You do.”
“Shut up.” Akk grumbled.
“Hey, no.” Ayan said, carefully cupping Akk’s face with his hand. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed by, you like being told you’re pretty, that you’re doing good, there’s nothing wrong with it. Especially since I like saying it.” Ayan smiled cheekily, pressing a kiss to each one of Akk’s rosy cheeks. “So pretty, my pretty perfect.” He whispered against Akk’s skin. “Such a good boy.”
Akk groaned, turning his face to be able to capture Ayan’s lips in another kiss. He was so turned on still even though he had just come, it was all Ayan’s fault, always Ayan’s fault. “You’re so fucking annoying.” Akk complained into the kiss, words muddled against Ayan’s lips.
“I know.” Ayan huffed out a laugh, taking a hold of one of Akk’s wrists to guide his hand down between their bodies, slipping it beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping Akk’s hand around his erection. “Wanna shut me up?” Ayan breathed gently, Akk humming in approval as he gave Ayan’s cock a teasing rub. Ayan gave a full body shudder at the feeling of Akk exploratory touch, groaning softly against Akk’s lips. The pair not even kissing, just breathing heavily against one another.
Akk had never touched a dick besides his own before, but he knew the mechanics well enough to not need Ayan to show him how to jerk him off. Ayan’s fluttering eyelids and small nearly inaudible groans enough proof that Akk was doing it correctly, he used his thumb to smear the copious amount of precome that Ayan was leaking around the sensitive head of his cock, getting a proper moan out of the other boy in response. Ayan had let go of Akk's wrist and was now holding onto his shoulders, forehead resting against Akk’s as they laid on their sides next to each other on Akk’s bed. “Fuck, yeah, like that.” Ayan breathed hotly as Akk spread more precome down his shaft so that the drag was smoother, twisting his hand on the upstroke. “Shit! Shit, lemme take them off.” Ayan cursed, meaning his boxers which were clearly getting in the way of Akk’s hand.
It was an odd emotion for Akk, to not want to let go of a dick, but he genuinely did lament having to release his hold on Ayan so that the shorter boy could wiggle out of his underwear. Once fully nude, Akk pushed the other boy down onto his back, tossing one leg over Ayan’s so he could perch on his thighs. Ayan smiled surprised up at Akk, resting his hands gently on the taller boy’s legs. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Akk smiled back before leaning forward over Ayan, resting on one hand. “Can I say that you’re pretty too?”
“If you want to, I won’t stop you.” Ayan grinned before groaning softly when Akk started stroking him again, the lack of underwear as well as being the one above allowing Akk to get a much tighter grip, a better angle and faster movement.
“What? Being told you’re good looking doesn’t do it for you?” Akk teased as he worked his hand over Ayan’s cock, enjoying the sounds he was getting in return.
“Oh, I know I’m good looking.” Ayan smirked like the cheeky bastard he was.
“Ass.” Akk huffed fondly before bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick it, mostly to add more wetness to ease the slide, but also to get a taste of Ayan. He might not have been ready to try giving a blow job just yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious about the taste of the other boy.
“Fuck that’s so hot.” Ayan breathed awed, reaching up to push Akk’s hair out of his face. “Keep touching me, Akk. Be my good boy.” He said before pulling him down into a kiss, smothering Akk’s moan of pleasure at his words.
The praise and feeling of Ayan’s touch was getting Akk hard again, which he wasn’t surprised about, he had a quick refractory period typically, even more so recently since meeting Ayan. His first hour back at his dorm after classes consisted of him just masturbating in the shower until he could finally close his eyes without seeing Ayan in his mind, so having the other boy naked on his bed, writhing and moaning into sloppy shared kisses as Akk jerked him off was enough to have the taller boy rock hard again even though he had just come less than ten minutes before. “Aye…” Akk breathed against Ayan’s lips, a desperate tone to his voice.
“I’ve got you, come on sweetheart.” Ayan cooed softly as he reached down and wrapped his hand around Akk’s cock, starting to stoke him in time. “Fuck, so good Akk.” Ayan moaned, clinging to Akk with his free arm, the pair pressed close causing their hands to bump as their quickly jerked each other off, panting like they were running a race. “I’m gonna come! Don’t stop! Oh shit, Akk!” Ayan shouted as he tossed his head back against the pillow, body taught with pleasure as he came between their bellies, seed smeared between Akk’s fingers as he worked Ayan through his orgasm with slow tight strokes.
“You look amazing like that.” Akk breathed, his mouth filter completely off at this point. Ayan was flopped back against the bed, staring up at the boy who was perched on his thighs, cock still straining out and away from his body.
“My orgasm face something you like to see, huh?” Ayan smirked, limbs feeling like jelly. He glanced down at Akk’s erection, arching one of his eyebrows in a teasing manner. Akk blushed but also hummed with a tiny nod, he really did enjoy looking at Ayan normally so seeing him in the throws of passion was even better.
“Touch yourself.” Ayan said, his voice silky smooth as he rubbed his hands along Akk’s thighs. “I want to watch.”
“Aye.” Akk breathed, his voice catching in his throat. Why after everything they had done, did this feel like the most intimate thing so far.
“You’re so pretty, show me how much more stunning you can be. Give me a show, please? Na? Be a good boy and show me how pretty you are when you touch yourself.” Ayan coaxed, his eyes lidded.
Akk bit his bottom lip, front teeth digging into it softly as he slowly slipped his hand around his straining cock. “Yeah, there you go.” Ayan breathed, hands still trailing lovingly over Akk’s trembling thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
Akk barely bit back the moan at the praise and compliments, arching his back slightly as he started to properly stroke himself, fire churning in his belly. The warmth of the boy below him, the feeling of his hands on his body, his breathy words as he continued to talk Akk closer and closer to his orgasm. “I wanna see you come, come for me Akk.” Ayan enticed, digging his fingertips into the meat of Akk’s thigh causing the taller boy to groan as he tossed his head back, panting softly, breath coming in small puffing gasps as he started to come, stroking himself roughly as he painted Ayan’s entire abdomen with his seed.
“Fuck!” Ayan swore, voice strained and harsh. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Akk flopped forward onto the bed next to Ayan, chuckling softly. “I can’t believe I just did that.” He mumbled, colour high on his cheeks, flushed with both exertion and embarrassment.
Ayan rolled over onto his side - uncaring of the mess on his body - to be able to face Akk. “Trust me when I tell you that was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” He grinned.
“Yeah?” Akk questioned.
“Yeah.” Ayan nodded before reaching out to pull Akk into a kiss, the pair trading soft pecks and bites as they lazily made out on Akk’s bed until they became chilled and uncomfortably sticky. “I think we need a shower.”
“Hmm.” Akk hummed in agreement.
“Wanna join me?” Ayan asked, it wasn’t the first time he had asked Akk to shower with him since they had met, in fact it was the third time. The only difference now was that they had crossed a line that made the idea of simply showering together seem as innocent as sharing a seat on a bus.
“Yes.” Akk smiled.
“Huh? What was that? Did you say yes?” Ayan asked with a bright happy grin, leaning impossibly closer to Akk like he somehow hadn’t heard his original response.
“Yes, I’ll shower with you.” Akk said with a laugh, unable to suppress his own grin,
Ayan hummed happily as he nuzzled under Akk’s chin, kissing the small freckle that the taller boy had on the corner of his chin. “That’s my good boy.” Ayan murmured happily, Akk sighing pleasantly in reply.