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Ayan was sure that he had gotten used to Akk and his surprises by now. It was his birthday and usually his birthdays went by pretty simple – Akk cooking something for him, a family meal, a small cake and a little, cute present. Something small, but always meaning the world to Ayan.
Akk knew how to surprise him every single time.
Cuddles and kisses were a must.
Ayan never needed Akk to prepare anything for him, really. Just Akk being himself and getting to spend the day with him was more than enough, but Ayan could tell that Akk was preparing something special for him this year as he was fidgeting nervously when they were done with their lunch.
Akk cooked yet again.
But, when they ate their food, Akk’s face was flushed deep red and Ayan was more than intrigued to see what was going to happen next. Akk had another surprise ready for him, didn’t he? Ayan wanted to call him out on it, but he decided to let Akk do that himself.
“What’s going on, Akk?” asked Ayan, all smiles as the two of them made their way into the living room. “You’re acting very suspicious, y’know?”
Akk bit into his lower lip and his flush rose to his ears almost in an instant. He glanced down and huffed under his breath, trying to calm down his racing heart, closing his eyes. His body was already overheating.
“I, um, I have something for you,” whispered Akk. “But you have to wait here.”
Ayan knitted his eyebrows together.
“Wait?”
Akk nodded.
“Yes, right here,” said Akk and Ayan folded his arms over his chest. Where did Akk keep this present then? “In the living room,” said Akk and his voice sounded pretty determined, even if his hands were still twisting against each other. “Be good and sit on the couch. And no peeking!”
Ayan chuckled and then he pouted.
“No peeking?” asked Ayan and he sounded completely devastated when Akk said that. But, then Akk gave him one of those looks that said ‘’You better listen to me, Tiny!’’ so he decided to give in and he just nodded. “Okay, I got it. No peeking. I will wait in the living room. You have my promise, I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, na? ”
Akk huffed under his breath and a sheepish smile spread across his face as he slowly nodded along and gulped. To be honest, he was kind of nervous about it, but not in a bad way. He was nervous in a good way.
Akk couldn’t wait to surprise Ayan.
It was something that he bought online a couple of weeks before. It caught his attention one day as he was absently scrolling on Instagram and at first, the idea of buying the thing and wearing it made him cringe. But, then he thought about Ayan seeing him in it and he bought it in an instant.
No second thoughts.
“So, when am I getting this present?” asked Ayan, already impatient and Ayan cleared his throat.
“Now,” said Akk. “Well. Soon. I’ll go get ready, but you have to wait here.”
Ayan didn’t know what it was, but he already knew that it was going to ruin him. Completely. Akk was good at these things, even if he claimed that he didn’t know what Ayan was talking about.
“Okay,” said Ayan and puckered up, trying to sneak in a kiss, but Akk just smiled in a smug way and leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against Ayan’s, but he pulled away in the very last moment, pushing Ayan back against the couch and Ayan whined when the kiss was stolen from him.
“Akk!”
“Be patient, Tiny,” muttered Akk. “I-I promise it will be worth it, okay?”
Ayan grinned like the Cheshire cat.
“Oh, I already know it will be worth it, baby,” sighed Ayan and made himself nice and comfortable against the couch, Akk’s cheeks turning even redder as he slowly disappeared down the hall towards their room.
The door was closed and Ayan’s foot tapped against the floor.
The apartment was suddenly quiet.
Ayan sighed, finding this whole waiting game very unfair. He tried his very best to relax, but the suspense got the best of him. His chest was tight, his heart was pounding in his chest because he just knew that he wasn’t going to survive this.
Ayan survived the mesh shirt and the skirt, though.
Oh, he was stronger than he gave himself credit for.
Ayan felt restless, his eyes on the door as the minutes passed by way too slow.
He could hear the faint sound of things happening there. He heard a drawer sliding open and the closet door creaking open. A rustle of fabric. And something else, but he couldn’t really tell what it was.
What was Akk doing in thee, huh?
Ayan shifted on the couch, running his fingers through his hair, but he was intending to keep the promise that he gave to Akk. Ayan really didn’t want to spoil his own surprise, especially not when Akk was so damn determined about it. He didn’t want to take that away from him.
Ayan loved it when Akk took initiative.
So, he sat there and waited, his knee bouncing, rubbing his sweaty palms against his shorts. He heard a little muffled groan from the bedroom and that was just adding onto his impatience, chewing on his lower lip.
By the time that the door opened, Ayan’s excitement was off the roof.
Akk stuck his head out and Ayan straightened himself up.
“Aye, I’m ready,” whispered Akk, his voice barely there and Ayan couldn’t really see what Akk was wearing, that part remained to be a secret.
“Should… Do you want me to close my eyes?” stuttered Ayan and Akk smiled when he heard that little stutter, but he shook his head.
“No, you can look,” said Akk shyly.
Ayan thanked the god and everything holy above for that because when Akk finally stepped out of properly.
Akk wasn’t wearing anything flashy.
It was just Akk standing by the door, a tiny smile on his lips, wearing a white button up shirt, which was a little bit oversized on him. The fabric hung loosely over one of his shoulders and Ayan licked across his lower lip when he saw the exposed skin there and his eyes danced around Akk because he needed to see everything, he needed to take everything in.
The sleeves were messily rolled up to his elbows and the hem of the shirt was brushing over the tops of his thighs. Ayan perked up, wondering if Akk was wearing anything underneath, but then he saw that there was indeed underwear underneath.
Ayan didn’t mind it.
He loved taking things off Akk.
Akk’s hair was a bit messy, slowly stepping closer to Ayan, who couldn’t decide where to look.
Ayan’s throat went dry and his mind blank.
“You,” whispered Ayan and swallowed thickly. He needed to fight with himself pretty hard to find his voice. “You look… wow. ”
Akk laughed and he tipped his head to the side.
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Ayan didn’t know that there was more to this. Oh, there was.
“Wait, we’re not even at the good part yet,” stammered Akk and he really wished that he could sound more confident, but he knew that it was okay. Ayan loved that about him. Seeing that shy side of him was what got Ayan going.
And Akk didn’t need to pretend.
It was okay if he was shy.
It was just… perfect.
“Holy shit, there’s more?” almost moaned Ayan and Akk slowly took a careful step towards him.
The buttons of the shirt were still buttoned up to his chest, but Akk was planning on changing that. As he walked, his bare legs peeked from underneath with every little shift. Ayan gripped onto the couch underneath him to keep his sanity.
“So much more,” promised Akk with a grin and Ayan gripped the couch tighter, which made Akk laugh out loud. He tipped his head to the side, lips pressed tight and his fingers were now twitching at the buttons, slowly unbuttoning the first one.
“You just have to promise me one thing, na? ” asked Akk, his voice trembling and Ayan nodded.
“Yes, anything, whatever you want,” babbled Ayan.
“You must sit there and not do anything,” said Akk. “You can watch, but you cannot touch me. Just enjoy your present,” said Akk and Ayan shuddered because what kind of a promise was that?!
“Akk,” groaned Ayan.
“Promise?”
Ayan exhaled, but he nodded.
“I promise,” whispered Ayan.
Another button, undone.
The shirt parted a little bit more, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Akk’s collarbone, his chest, Ayan dragging his teeth over his lower lip and he bit into it hard when the shirt grazed against Akk’s nipple, which made Akk whimper quietly and Ayan gritted his teeth.
Akk undid another button.
Now, more skin for Ayan’s eyes to feast on, his throat bobbing as he swallowed and his breathing got even more laboured.
Akk’s surprise was a strip tease?
Maybe even a lapdance?
Oh, Ayan could get behind this.
The no touching part was evil, though. Heat coiled low in his stomach and Akk wasn’t even half way done with unbuttoning his shirt.
Akk slightly shifted weight from one to the other and as he did that, the shirt moved with him as well. There was something that caught Ayan’s attention. Something shimmery.
Silver.
A little shimmer.
Ayan’s eyes were now fixed on Akk and there was no fucking way that he could look anywhere else but Akk. A flash of silver sitting low on Akk’s waist was all that Ayan’s mind could focus on.
Ayan’s chest heaven and Akk’s cheeks burned even hotter, fingers shaking a little bit, but Ayan’s reaction made him carry on and he slowly parted his shirt a bit wider after undoing the next button, revealing his chest and stomach properly – there it was. A small, delicate chain, thin and silver draped across his hips.
Tiny charms hanging from it, gently tickling against Akk’s feverish skin. He was awfully aware of every little shift, every little touch against his sensitive skin. The little charms looked like little diamonds, swaying gently against his skin.
Ayan’s whole existence right now was that waist chain.
Fucking pretty.
Where did Akk get this?
When?!
Ayan couldn’t breathe, he forced a deep breath in.
There it was – just like Ayan predicted it. It was Akk’s plan to kill him, eventually, and he didn’t even mind it, pressing his legs together, watching that delicate chain with extra attention.
“Akk,” sighed Ayan, sounding completely wrecked. His voice was cracked and raw with awe and wonder. “What is this, mm?”
Akk dropped his gaze a little bit, but the smile upon his lips remained as he was proud. Ayan was completely done for and Akk could only hope that he would be able to get through with it. His plan was… well. He wanted to do something for Ayan, just this once.
Give him a little show.
“Happy birthday, Aye,” said Akk.
But, this was getting to him as well. His chest was now also heaving, breathing ragged because he was aware of the way Ayan was looking at him. The sight in front of Ayan felt unreal – it was unreal.
Akk was standing there, trembling, face flushed, his shirt nearly open and that chain looked so good on him. Ayan wanted to run his fingers over it, perhaps his nails, he wanted to run his tongue over it, he wanted to ruin Akk in the very best ways possible, but he made a promise.
Don’t touch.
“Fuck, Akk, where did you get this?” asked Ayan.
“I did some online shopping,” said Akk and Ayan laughed, shaking his head.
Ayan needed to touch, so his hand reached out almost on instinct. But, Akk was quick to stop him, wrapping his fingers around Ayan’s wrist and he gently pushed his hand lower.
“No moving,” said Akk. “Remember the promise?”
The hell with the promise.
But, Ayan wanted to see what else Akk wanted to give to him.
This was his present, he needed to enjoy it fully.
The will power that it took Ayan to not touch was painful, but he did it, pressing his hands into his thighs and he leaned back, trying to make himself as relaxed and as comfortable as he could, but just watching Akk like this made blood slowly travel to southern parts of his body and he needed to focus.
“I know, I know, I’ll be good, but Akk – fuck, do you have any ideas what you’re doing to me right now? This chain looks so good on you, it’s unreal.”
Akk dipped his gaze a little bit, eyelashes fluttering a little bit.
Arousal shot through him as he glanced down.
One more button.
Akk might have been shy, but he was also pleased. He wanted this kind of a reaction from his boyfriend, he wanted him completely wrecked and undone just from looking at him.
It made him feel… powerful.
Akk laughed shyly.
Slowly, he undid the last button and pushed the shirt apart a bit more.
The tiny chain sat against his skin and Ayan whined, his eyes travelling from the smooth line of Akk’s stomach, up to his chest. The way that the chain caught light was also mesmerising. Truly, those looked like little diamonds dusted over Akk’s skin and he wanted a taste.
It looked so good.
It was mocking Ayan’s helpless situation at that point.
Akk slowly pushed the shirt apart completely and Ayan’s breathing grew louder.
Fuck.
It took him this long, but he finally realised that Akk was wearing his boxers.
“Oh, Akk,” stammered Ayan and slowly leaned back, dropping his hand lower and he had to adjust himself in his pants because he was growing hard just from looking. “Is this against the rules, too?”
Akk laughed, but nodded.
“If-if you carry on, I will have to tie your wrists up,” said Akk.
“Please?” asked Ayan.
“Aye!” stammered Akk and his face flushed. “Anyway,” muttered Akk. “Do you like it?”
“ Do I?” asked Ayan and shook his head at Akk’s smirk. He dragged a palm down his face. This was going to be torture. So, he couldn’t touch Akk or himself. Damn. Akk concocted the perfect evil plan to ruin him completely. “ Baby, I fucking love it. It looks unreal on you. Like it was made for you.”
Akk had to roll his eyes.
Ayan was again being too…
“I knew you’d like it,” said Akk.
“Mmm,” muttered Ayan and watched how Akk slowly ran his fingers over the chain, gently tracing it with the pads of his fingers, slowly going up to his chest and Ayan gulped when Akk rubbed his left nipple, parting his lips wider and Ayan slammed a foot against the floor, which made Akk preen.
“What’s wrong, Tiny?”
“Those… those are my boxers, you-”
“Yeah,” sighed Akk.
“ Fuck, ” said Ayan and made a pause. “Can you please take off the shirt? It’s my birthday, right? Let me have this at least, na? Akk, please?”
Oh.
Ayan was begging.
God, it was so hot, it always turned Akk on.
Akk said nothing, but the shirt sagged loose, slowly hanging open wider and he slid it down one of his shoulders. The fabric was soft and he dropped it to the floor, wearing only the underwear and the waist chain for Ayan now. The chain was now in full view and Ayan was obsessed.
The way it hugged Akk’s hips was perfect.
Ayan wanted to…
Ayan made a low and desperate whimper.
Akk couldn’t believe the way that Ayan was staring at the chain – like it was his salvation and he wanted to laugh, but the laughter stayed at the back of his throat. Instead, he glanced lower and smiled because he also liked wearing the chain.
It felt delicate and pretty.
He liked the way the charms looked against his skin. Then made him feel pretty.
The chain was now the main focus of… everything. The boxers sat low on his hips, leaving absolutely nothing to hide and he slowly shifted a bit closer to Ayan, but he still kept his distance enough for Ayan to be close to losing it.
Ayan cursed under his breath and his head fell back against the couch for a split second because he couldn’t take it. He was unravelling in front of Akk, but he managed to recover, snapping back, feeling helpless and needy.
Akk needed to take pity on him, right?
“Akk, please, you’re going to kill me,” huffed Ayan.
Akk said nothing though, but he slowly stepped closer, his knee bumping against the couch, his eyes looking longingly at Ayan’s lap. Akk didn’t even know what the plan was anymore, Ayan’s lap looked far too inviting and Ayan waited for his next move.
“Aye,” said Akk and his breath shuddered when Ayan spread his legs a bit wider. “Can I sit?”
“Mn?”
“In your lap, can I-”
The question was there just to make Ayan break a little bit more, wasn’t it. Ayan laughed breathlessly as he couldn’t take it anymore and he leaned against the couch.
“Baby, you can do absolutely anything to me,” said Ayan.
Akk looked pleased with the response that he got, ignoring the way that his face was burning up. Akk’s plan wasn’t really to give Ayan a lapdance – not like this was one, but it sure as hell looked like one – but he was just slowly going along with it, feeling a lot bolder than he did in his mind a few days ago.
Initially, he would flush upon only trying on the waist chain and now he was happily and eagerly climbing into Ayan’s lap.
Akk carefully swung his legs over until he was straddling Ayan’s lap, the chain jingling lightly as it moved along with Akk and Ayan gasped when he heard that. The chain looked so pretty and his hands went closer to it, but then he quickly stopped himself, just a bit before he managed to touch Akk.
Ayan promised.
Fuck.
Ayan’s fists shook in frustration and he slammed them against the couch. It was really a miracle that he was still holding on.
Akk noticed that and his lips trembled.
Ayan clenched his jaw so hard it hurt.
But, he stayed still, not breaking the promise.
Akk’s whole body was burning up, he was shaking, but he was the one in control now.
Akk nestled on top of Ayan carefully, thighs shaking just a little bit. Ayan looked so utterly helpless it did things to Akk that he couldn’t even begin to explain, but he could tell how much Ayan wanted to hold him, turn him around and fuck him senselessly against the couch.
Not yet, but soon.
Akk shuddered in excitement.
It was almost comical how stiff Ayan looked, his hands were cemented on the couch, muscles staining and the tips of his ears coloured into a deeper shade of pink. Akk slowly lowered himself further against Ayan, pressing more of his weight down onto his boyfriend.
The sound that Ayan made was beyond delicious.
The way Akk pressed Ayan into the couch ripped a broken sound from the back of Ayan’s throat.
Again, Akk wanted to hear it again.
That was why he didn’t hesitate at all. He was shuddering all over, but he rolled his hips yet again, feeling more sure this time. The chain moved with him, sliding against his stomach, the charms again gently clinking and Ayan cursed when Akk rolled his hips again, pressing him firmly down against the couch.
Damn.
This was the best birthday ever.
Ayan was grateful that he was born solely to experience this.
Akk on top of him, wearing the waist chain, grinding their hips together.
This was a religious experience for Ayan.
The reaction that Akk got encouraged him to keep going, so he tried again. Another roll of his hips, slower this time and he glanced down when he felt a twitch beneath him. Ayan was wearing a thin pair of trousers, there wasn’t really much that he could hide from Akk in them, so he could tell that Ayan was hard, painfully so, twitching against him.
Akk’s lips curled up.
“This feels,” sighed Akk and leaned closer, teasingly close, almost kissing Ayan, but then he pulled away. Oh, Akk knew what he was doing – Ayan would tease him like this many, many times, so he knew just how frustrated Ayan was probably. “It feels good, Aye,” mumbled Akk and the pleasant friction made him grow even harder in the underwear.
Aye’s boxers.
That alone was enough to make him hard.
“Mm-hmm, feels really good,” stuttered Ayan and Akk felt a surge of power going through him.
Akk wished he could be more collected, but his body betrayed him and he kept on grinding against Ayan. It felt too good – his boyfriend was close, burning hot against him and he loved the way that he was being watched. Akk was aware of it.
With each roll of his hips, the chain moved with him.
With each roll of his hips, Ayan lost it more.
Without even thinking, Akk’s fingers moved along the chain yet again. His fingers toyed with it gently – tugging onto it slightly, letting it slowly fall against his skin yet again. The faint sound of the metal charms filling the space between them and Ayan was so gone.
His eyes – dark, pupils blown out of proportion.
Ayan wanted to touch Akk, he wanted to kiss him all over, mark him, place his hands on his hips and guide him closer, harder, rougher.
“Akk-”
“Only-only you, yeah?” sighed Akk against Ayan’s lips, his words shaking. His fingers were still toying with the delicate chain, slowly tugging on it and he shuddered, loving the way the chain dipped against his stomach. “Only you get to see me like this. This is all for you. Only you, Aye.”
Ayan’s breathing was ragged, but he nodded.
“I know, baby, and I love it,” sighed Ayan. “This is the best present I have ever received. You have no idea how perfect you look right now. God, you’re gorgeous,” said Ayan, stumbling over his words.
Akk found it cute.
“Mmm,” sighed Akk as he kept moving his hips and Ayan did everything in his power not to move his hips against Akk, but it was difficult.
Akk was also hard, rubbing their dicks together, creating such a pleasant friction between them. It was sweet, it was nice, but it wasn’t enough. Ayan whined and watched how the chain again moved with Akk’s hips.
Oh, that chain was such pretty decor.
Akk’s waist was to die for and with this? Oh, how didn’t Ayan think of this sooner?
The faint jingle paired with Akk’s little whimpers as his face pressed against Ayan’s forehead was what made this whole thing almost obscene.
Ayan was in trance.
He wanted to touch as well, he needed to feel how Akk’s waist felt under his fingers, he needed to…
Ayan buckled up beneath him as he couldn’t help it, startling Akk, who let out a loud little whimper when he felt Ayan moving against him and he glanced down at him.
“Akk, please. ”
“Not yet,” sighed Akk and trailed his fingers against his flat stomach.
He kept his eyes locked on Ayan, his fingers sliding under the chain, dragging it over his stomach, over the hip and Ayan’s eyes were to imprint all of this into his core memories. Then, he let go of the chain, the faint clink…
“ God… Fuck, Akk,” cursed Ayan, gritting his teeth, his hands folded in fists, holding onto the couch.
“I mean it, don’t move,” said Akk, looking at him through his lashes, his voice now ragged as well. Akk was trembling all over, he couldn’t even explain why toying with the chain was doing so much for him. But it was Ayan ,wasn’t it? The way he kept looking at him… “If you don’t listen, I’ll stop.”
That was torture
Ayan felt his dick twitching, making a sticky mess in his pants already.
And Akk? Oh, he wasn’t doing much better.
Ayan’s eyes darted lower and his mouth watered.
Oh, Akk was turned on.
The front of the boxers was already damp with precum. Seeing the outline of Akk’s cock made it even more difficult. Akk squeezed his thighs on purpose around Ayan’s lap, moving his hips in little circles. His lips were parted a bit, a helpless moan rippling through him.
Ayan shook his head.
“You are planning to kill me on my birthday!”
Akk laughed.
“ No, ” said Akk and he tipped his head to the side. “I just want you to enjoy it fully. This is your birthday present, yeah? ” whispered Akk and slowly dipped his thumb under the hem of the boxers, getting impatient. He needed those off, those were annoying. Sticky. “That’s all. Just watch and enjoy.”
“You’re so beautiful, Akk,” sighed Ayan. “This… I can’t get enough of you.”
“Good, that was the plan,” said Akk and he really wished that he sounded more composed, but he was already crumbling apart on top of Ayan.
The charms jingled louder as his hips rocked, his movements getting more erratic, messier and desperate. He didn’t even try to hide his little moans, tipping his head to the side, spilling all of them right into Ayan’s ear as he leaned closer.
Ayan swallowed thickly and he kept his eyes on the chain. The way it dug into Akk’s skin a bit as he moved his hips, his hand tugging onto it tighter, while he pressed a palm against his hard dick and his thighs were trembling around Ayan’s lap as he pressed that palm firmer against his cock, closing his eyes because it felt good.
Akk’s cheeks were flushed even more, spreading down his chest as he kept moving. He rubbed his dick through Ayan’s boxers and he felt a wave of arousal shooting right through his dick, fingers flexed around the outline of his cock as he pressed his hips firmer against his palm.
The charms clinked even louder.
“Aye, feels good,” sighed Akk and tipped his head to the side, pressing his firmer against his palm, rutting against it now helplessly and Ayan was suffering.
“Baby, fuck, look at yourself,” muttered Ayan. If he couldn’t touch Akk, he could at least… “You’re doing so good, na? ”
Akk snickered.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your present, Aye. All of this is just for you,” whined Akk and sank his fingers deep inside of the underwear, fingers now around the base of his leaking cock and he shook his head desperately. He really wouldn’t be able to last long like this.
“You look so fucking sexy right now, Akk,” purred Ayan and Akk’s thighs squeezed around Ayan tighter, the hand moving faster in the boxers and Ayan really wished Akk could rip them off.
Akk played with the chain again, throwing his head back a bit, completely losing himself in the pleasure.
“Ah… Aye… Aye, ” kept whining Akk, his hand now moving almost frantically, his thighs shaking as he lifted himself up a little bit and moved his hips again, fucking himself back into his palms and Ayan swallowed thickly because this really wasn’t fair.
Ayan’s eyes were fixated on Akk’s hand now. His cock throbbed under Akk’s weight, his whole body still locked on effort to now grab Akk and pin him down. As much as he wanted to do that right now, he…
“Wanna come like this, baby?” asked Ayan, almost growling. “In my lap, wearing that pretty chain while you’re touching yourself, mm?”
Akk’s head tipped to the side. He wanted to shake his head, but his body gave him away, the chain clinking even louder now as he kept moving his hips, his moans coming out faster, quicker, spilling hot against Ayan’s mouth.
Akk decided to take some pity on Ayan and he slid the boxer lower, pulling them down to his thighs and he slowly slid them down one of his legs, while Ayan’s nails dug into the couch underneath him. His cock was pulsing against Akk as he watched his boyfriend falling apart on top of him.
“Close?”
Akk nodded.
“Good. Finish for me, baby, don’t stop, okay? Keep going, I wanna see how well you’re doing. Show me how pretty you are wearing this chain as you come. Please- ”
Ayan was begging again and he slowly leaned up, holding himself against Ayan’s shoulder for better support, while he tightened the fist around his dick, still rocking his hips helplessly and he shook his head, toes curling as the pleasure was building up too fast.
Too fast.
Akk wanted to…
“Aye, Aye… please, please, ” kept chanting Akk as he wasn’t sure what he was begging for now. Maybe release, maybe Ayan’s hands on him. He couldn’t seem to decide, but he was completely delirious as his hips jumped forward again and again.
Akk couldn’t seem to know how to stop.
The chain around his waist looked so pretty and Ayan was now moaning along with him. He could see how close Akk was, teasing himself by rubbing the tip of his cock before he licked his hand and went back to jerking himself off, looking so beautiful.
“Come for me, Akk. Don’t stop, keep going. That’s it, you’re doing so well, you’re such a good boy.”
And that was what it did for Akk.
He cried out loud as his body completely unravelled in front of Ayan, heat flooding through him, spilling across his hand and Ayan underneath him, hips still moving as he pumped himself through it. The chain stuttered with Akk, glinting against his slick stomach as he rode out his orgasm.
Akk didn’t care how he sounded anymore. It felt too good and he almost sobbed when he opened his eyes.
Ayan was barely holding back, his pants soaking in his own arousal and Akk’s release. Akk laughed breathlessly as he slumped against Ayan, pressing their foreheads together.
Akk needed Ayan.
“Kiss me,” whined Akk and that was when Ayan completely lost the last shred of his control.
Akk allowed him, so… this was okay.
Ayan grabbed Akk by the back of his neck and crushed their lips together, placing one of his hands down onto his hips and he finally did what he wanted to for so long – he slowly ran his fingers over the chain, slowly trailing along Akk’s slim waist and he shuddered, deepening their kiss.
Akk was trembling, his breathing reduced to shallow breaths as Ayan was now grinding against him, desperately and completely without a rhythm. Ayan needed to feel some sort of release as well. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, Ayan devouring him like he’d been starved off this. Akk whined into the kiss, feeling weak from the orgasm, but he didn’t mind it.
“Aye,” sighed Akk.
“You,” whispered Ayan against his lips and pulled back a little bit as he wanted to catch his breath. His chest was heaving and he was watching Ayan with interest in his eyes, those dark eyes looking right at him and he licked across his lower lip. “You’re not getting away with this, Akk.”
Akk blinked at him, looking dazed as he tried to say something, but his mind wasn’t working. It was too fogged up, piecing together a coherent sentence was too difficult. It was almost impossible.
The only thing he could say was…
“Aye, fuck me.”
Desperate.
Needy.
Ayan kissed him again, slowly standing up and Akk clung onto him, arms wrapped around his neck as he held onto him. Ayan stumbled a bit, Akk kissing his lips in apology – he really wished he was smaller in these cases, but Ayan didn’t seem to mind it and he carried him towards their room.
Ayan placed him down onto the bed gently, pinning him down as he quickly climbed on top of him, getting rid of his own clothes. The T-shirt came off fist, followed by the shorts and he shuddered as he leaned closer, gently tugging onto the chain around his waist and he ran his fingers under it, gently pulling and he leaned down.
“My turn now,” said Ayan against Akk’s lips.
“Please, I need you, Aye,” said Akk and Ayan pecked his lips, before he slowly kissed his way down Akk’s jaw, sucking in a little mark right into his right shoulder, kissing lower and he felt his cock stirring up even more when he placed little kisses over Akk’s stomach, still sticky a bit with release and Akk shuddered, pressing his thighs closer, but Ayan was there to open his legs wider.
Ayan ran his tongue over the chain and Akk hissed, fisting Ayan’s hair.
Ayan wasted no time, slowly leaning to the side and he grabbed the lube, slicking his fingers, slowly pushing one digit inside while he swallowed Akk’s cock all the way back to his throat. He took time prepping Akk, even if he was in a hurry, he was still careful.
Akk twitched in Ayan’s mouth, who looked up and gripped Akk’s waist so hard that the chain left little red marks.
“Fuck, Aye, ” moaned Akk, his eyes wet and his back arched, pushing himself deeper inside of Ayan’s hot mouth as those fingers worked him open. He heard a little gagging sound and he looked down. “... sorry, I-”
Ayan didn’t mind it, but he slowly pulled away as he couldn’t wait.
Akk was hard again, so he leaned closer and kissed him messily.
“I need you, baby,” whined Ayan.
“Yes.”
Ayan lined himself up against his entrance and slowly pushed inside, Akk shaking yet again – completely overstimulated, breathless, clinging onto him and as Ayan drove in deeper, the little charms on the chain jingled again. Akk dg his nails down Ayan’s back as Ayan bottomed out in one single thrust and Akk cursed.
“Oh, fuck- ”
“Too much?” stammered Ayan.
Akk shook his head.
“No, please, keep going, I need you,” said Akk as he hooked his heels around Ayan’s waist and Ayan smiled at him, kissing his temple.
Ayan was panting against Akk’s lips, forehead pressing against his as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing himself even deeper, Akk’s toes curling as it almost felt too much .
The chain made a sound yet again, Ayan gently running his fingers over Akk’s waist, pressing his fingers into it, keeping his hands on his hips as he slowly waited for a bit longer, giving Akk the time to adjust to the stretch.
“How pretty you are for me, mm?” whispered Ayan as he tugged onto the waist chain again. “Decking yourself out in such pretty things for me. Dressing yourself up like a present.”
“Am I pretty?” asked Akk, hungry to hear more and Ayan nodded.
“Yes, pretty, gorgeous, beautiful,” sighed Ayan and he wished he could move. “I wanna move, baby-”
“Yes, yes, yes, please I need it too-”
Akk’s words broke into a low moan when Ayan finally snapped his hips forward.
Hard and deep.
Ayan was impatient and Akk could tell. He happened to love it.
Ayan rolled his hips again, sharper, Akk’s back arching off the mattress.
“I’m obsessed with you,” whispered Ayan as he gently sucked onto the skin on Akk’s throat, each thrust rougher, each slam more punctuated as he kept changing angles, wanting Akk to feel good as well.
Ayan was mesmerised how the chain moved as he fucked Akk.
“Wanna see you come just from my cock,” stammered Ayan and Akk shook his head frantically.
“I can’t- ”
“You can, you’re such a good boy I know you can.”
“Aye… Oh god… ” kept chanting Akk, moaning out Ayan’s name over and over again, moans being ripped out of him. The charms on the chain were moving fast now, Akk could hear them as Ayan pounded into him, the sound mixing with Akk’s little sob and mewls, paired with the slap of skin against skin…
It was too much.
Akk needed to touch himself.
He whimpered, shaking his head.
“I can’t…. Too much, Aye, please, please touch my dick-”
“You can, baby, you can,” whispered Ayan, gently kissing his earlobe and he glanced at Akk’s lips.
So full and wet.
Pink.
Ayan brought his fingers against those pouty lips and pushed them in.
“Suck, na? ”
Akk didn't know what was happening, but he listened, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked onto Ayan’s fingers greedily, flattening his tongue as he tried to take them even deeper. He moaned around them and Ayan was so fucking gone. Seeing Akk’s lips taking in his fingers so greedily.
There was some drool dripping from the corner of Akk’s lips and he slammed into him harder, another sharp cry ripping from the back of Akk’s throat, muffled by Ayan’s fingers.
Akk couldn’t.
He closed his eyes, tears slipping free and his moans got even more desperate as Ayan fucked into him. His cock was rubbing between them with every thrust, still overstimulated, leaving little smears of precum against his stomach and he could feel the pleasure building up.
Fast.
Ayan slowly pulled his fingers out, holding Akk’s face as he leaned closer and gently kissed him, trailing little kisses against his jaw and he kept moving, but Akk could tell that Ayan was close as well.
“I love you, Akk,” sighed Ayan and Akk nodded frantically.
“I love you too ,Aye,” sobbed Akk, his back arching because Ayan kept hitting his sweet spot over and over. “Pleasr don’t stop… please, please, please.”
The little encouraged Ayan to keep going, fucking Akk harder, deeper, the chain moving violently, keeping up with the rhythm as well. Akk was completely gone, his lips swollen and wet. Each snap of Ayan’s hips dragged out a new moan from him, his voice getting high-pitched and he couldn’t take it anymore, but he still kept begging for more.
“Come for me, baby,” stammered Ayan, dropping his hand between them and he slid his fist around Akk’s cock, timing it with his thrusts. “Come again.”
Akk’s highs were shaking, his thighs holding Ayan close and his hands were now in Ayan’s hair, giving him a messy kiss, Ayan’s hand around his cock making this whole thing unbearable and he shook his head frantically.
“Aye… I’m gonna come-”
“Yes, show me how beautiful you are coming on my cock like this, Akk,” urged him Ayan and that was when Akk completely let go.
“Aye, fuck! ” yelped Akk and that was when it all came crushing down on him. His cock pulsed in Ayan’s hand, spilling his hot load all over his stomach and Ayan was in awe as he watched how Akk covered his pretty little chain with it as well.
Fuck.
That destroyed Akk.
“Akk, fuck, I’m gonna come too,” whispered Ayan into his ear as his thrusts turned frantic as he chased after his own release, Akk clenching around him. He buried himself deep into that wonderful heat, his hips stuttering as he moaned Akk’s name over and over again, spilling inside of him and Akk whined at the sensation, his legs pulling him closer, keeping him nice and close.
He wanted this feeling to last.
Full.
Filled up to the brim.
“... so warm, I feel so full,” sighed Akk happily and Ayan shook his head, laughing breathlessly as he slowly skimmed some of the hair away from Akk’s damp forehead, dragging his fingers over the delicate chain, now messy and he bit into his lower lip.
“Fuck, Akk this was-”
“Happy birthday,” sighed Akk and wiggled with his eyebrows. “I’m happy you enjoyed your present,” said Akk and Ayan shook his head, glowing as he leaned closer and kissed him slowly.
The kiss was slow, but messy.
“Oh, it’s a birthday I’ll never forget,” teased Ayan and Akk giggled as he buried his face into Ayan’s shoulder.