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Kyo came back from the meeting feeling wrung out, his attire heavy on his shoulders, and his thoughts dragging behind him like loose threads, his mind throbbed like someone was hitting him repeatedly with a brick.
he kicked off his shoes and made his way to the bedroom,
The day had taken so much out of him that he barely registered the hungry look on his lover’s face — a quiet mix of desire and unmet need that went unnoticed as exhaustion dulled his senses.
Without a word, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin lightly near his shoulder. The tension seemed to ease as he pressed a few gentle kisses to his cheek, then one soft, reassuring kiss to his lips when kyo shifted.
He mumbled a few half-formed words, he drifted down the hallway to the bedroom, shrugged off his jacket and pulled down his pants, collapsing onto the bed.
the cold air brushed against his bare thighs, he shuddered ever so slightly as he curled up on the mattress, pulling the blanket over him as his eyes fluttered close, stinging from exhaustion.
slumber claimed him almost instantly, deep and unresisting, the kind that shuts the world out completely and leaves no room for anything but rest. Kyo isn’t a deep sleeper, but for some reason, not even the creak of the bedroom door stirred him awake. Die emerges from the door, walking over to him with slow and steady steps. laying down next to him carefully with a sigh.
he rested alongside him under the blankets, the quiet of the room settling around them as die gently wrapped an arm over kyo’s waist. After a long, rough day, the tension slowly eased as he leaned into the steady warmth beside him, breathing more evenly with each passing moment. No words were needed — just the simple comfort of being close, the soft rise and fall of shared breaths, and the reassurance that someone was there to hold him while the weight of the day finally began to lift, and the tension ebbs away.
die’s mind kept drifting toward thoughts he knew he shouldn’t think about — especially now. snippets of the time when he’d make out with kyo, his whines and moans echoing in his mind, still fresh. When he’d bury his cock so deep into his ring and fuck him to the next day.
Each time one popped up, he felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration, his own mind was working against him. With his hands slowly caressing kyo’s soft waist, he drew him closer, planting soft and gentle kisses on his head, his hand gliding down to rest on his hip.
Kyo couldn’t help but eventually stir, the feeling of die embracing him so closely and kissing him so softly, he shifted himself ever so slightly in his arms, he paused once he felt something *rigid* against his rear.
“Die, are you hard?” Was the first thing kyo murmured. His lips tugging into a smirk.
perplexed for a moment, die stammers. “i- yeah.” A soft crimson tinted his cheeks as warmth began to spread through his veins. He could feel Kyo laughing to himself, embarrassment crawling up his spine.
gradually withdrawing his arms from kyo’s waist, he sits himself up, his erection so obvious in between his thighs, and as kyo’s gaze shifts to his erection, he couldn’t tear them off.
a sudden surge of anticipation cascaded through his veins, he bit his bottom lip alluringly. Sitting himself up and positioning himself right in between his lover’s legs, and die’s arms wrap around his hips like they belonged there by instinct. His warm palms meeting the softness of kyo’s skin, his thumb caressing him slowly.
“Kyo ..”
he spoke murmuringly, kyo’s hand reached out to cup his cheeks, drawing himself closer as his thumb pressed against his lips, and die’s gaze lingered on him, from his face, to his chest, to those perfect hips. Almost as if he were admiring a painting.
A low chuckle escaped Kyo, his fingers brushing strands of hair from his face, revealing those sharp features.
drawing himself closer, They were close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat, the quiet between them heavy but this moment didn’t need words. It was a mutual understanding between the two, almost as if they could read each other’s thoughts.
Die’s hand trembled slightly at his side, not from fear of the moment, but from the weight of everything it meant — trust, tranquility, the risk of being fully seen.
The shorter blonde met his gaze with a delicacy and softness that felt like an unspoken confession, a silent way of saying *I’m here, and I won’t disappear*.
there was no rush between the two; they lingered there, sharing a fragile, intimate pause, warmth blossomed in kyo’s heart as die’s grasp onto his hips grew firm. He slid his hand down to his warm neck, eventually pressing his rough, full lips against his thin ones.
with each passing moment, it felt like they were pouring their overflowing emotions within their kiss, allowing themselves to fall back to the welcoming arms of bliss.
Kyo began to kiss at his bottom lip, before pulling away slowly. his eyes locking into his, and die could see something deep in those beautiful, enormous eyes, that only he could read.
“take it off.” Die whispered, his words sounded more of a command. And without a word Kyo obediently began to take off his shirt, completely bare in front of his lover, who was fully clothed. But that was the least of Kyo’s worries.
Die’s gaze lingered onto his body, soon drifting to his delicate features, almost as if existence itself had briefly softened, as if the universe had made a rare, merciful exception. He couldn’t stop himself from admiring his every detail, each small aspect that nobody cared about, he felt like all that existed was Kyo. That tranquility expresses itself through Kyo himself.
And he wishes it were that way.
There was wonder in simply knowing him, the miracle of his mere existence, in witnessing how such gentleness survived in a world so mortifying. How could someone like Kyo, an angel in human skin, ever exist in such a world?
Every quiet habit, every quiet exhale, every unguarded moment felt like evidence that beauty could persist without permission. Sometimes it felt impossible that someone so luminous, so dazzling, had been shaped by the same harsh world, and yet here he was — right before him, steadfast.
In that shared stillness, it felt as though the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving only the fragile, defiant truth of them together, tangled with each other against the entire world. And die wishes that one day, he could take his hand and go somewhere only they knew. And stay with each other, appreciating their mere presence.
All he ever needed, was Kyo. And it had been that way since the very day their eyes met.
he felt his patience wear thin. His hand soon grabbed onto the elastic of his boxer briefs, sliding them down slowly.
Kyo repositioned himself to fully take them off, and while die was very much aroused, it felt like he needed some time to appreciate the scenery before him. To hold him gently and kiss every part of his being, to ingrain the fact in his mind that, he loves him more than anybody, or anything else.
his movements were slow, deliberate. he got on top of him, unzipping his pants and pulling out his aching cock hastily. Grabbing a condom from their sex drawer and lube.
sliding on his condom, he poured a generous amount of lube, stroking himself slowly, biting his lips as all kinds of imaginations with him and kyo cascaded through his mind, his cock slick with lubricant as he grasped onto his boxer briefs, prying them down to his thighs.
positioning himself in between his legs, he carefully threw one leg on his shoulder, drawing himself closer as his reddened tip drew circles around his ring.
And just as die began to push his length in, kyo let out a small, high pitched noise. Without pause, he pushed in his length faster.
grasping onto his hips firmly, he began to fuck into him without warning. A low moan escaping his lips as kyo let out a soft whimper.
he soon began to pick up his pace as his hands around his hips grew tighter. Letting fourth a few whimpers, god. He felt amazing.
His cock began to ram into him, leaning closer to him as his cock repeatedly hit the same, sweet spot.
desperate cries and moans escaped his lips, his cock repeatedly ramming into his prostate as his screams filled the bedroom. Whining out his name repeatedly as tears of pleasure glided down his cheeks. breath hitching as quiet sobs slipped out as die gradually went slower on him.
Each movement sent another blaze of pleasure through him, sharp enough to steal the air from his lungs, and he pressed his forehead to the pillows as if that might hold it back. His hands trembled, fingers clenching and unclenching, while soft whimpers escaped between broken breaths.
Tears blurred his vision, helpless and constant, the kind that came once pleasure began to overflow, that indicated that he was so close, a quiet plea that he needed release. “Please..Faster..” Kyo whimpers. Gripping onto the sheets firmly as die picked up his pace without question.
He groaned as he reached his destination, grasping onto his hips as he released himself. Cock buried deep into his ring, “please die ..I need to-“ his sentence was cut off soon as die drew himself closer, slowly and passionately pounding into him, capturing kyo’s lips in a slow, and amorous kiss.
steadily pulling out of him, kyo broke the kiss as he gasped for his breath, his hands that once tugged the sheets helplessly now over his face as soft whines escaped him. His cum painted his abdomen.
The world felt like a blur, it felt like some kind of dream. Everything spun around him, keeping his eyes closed.
he felt the bed sink ever so slightly as die slacked himself on the bed beside him. His arms wrapping around his waist and drawing him closer, planting tender kisses on the top of his head with small, quiet praises and reassurances. his hands caressing his hips as his soft lips trailed down to his neck, planting small kisses against his soft skin.
kyo panted softly, soft whimpers escaping his lips from the aftershocks of pleasure. His body limp and his thoughts scattered. Slowly melting back into his embrace, all he could hear was die’s narrow breathing and his heartbeat that he knew so well, allowing the night to stitch them back together. To make them fit together like puzzle pieces once again.
“I’m here.” was all Kyo heard amidst the chaos in his mind, unlocking his eyes, his lips tugged into a small smile, “I love you.” He uttered, his muscles protested as he tried to draw himself closer, the exhaustion of the day coming back to press onto his shoulders like stone, “it’s okay, we’re okay.” He murmured against his ear, a shiver crawling up kyo’s spine. Tranquility danced onto die’s fingertips, holding him so gently like a treasure.
Once the surge of feeling finally ebbed, leaving him hollow and unsteady, he lay there as if the world had grown too quiet, every doubt suddenly deafening.
Die didn’t rush him, or fill the silence with answers; he simply stayed, close enough to be real, close enough to be felt. He spoke softly, words like steady hands, “I’m here for you, babe.”, a gentle reminder that his uncertainty didn’t mean he was alone.
“Feeling alright?”, he asks, not as a formality but as a promise, and when the answer faltered, he nodded as if that was enough for now.
He pressed his forehead to his, filling the silence with their shared breaths, and promised — without grandeur, without conditions — that he was here, that he would remain, that whatever came next would not have to be faced in solitude. He’ll always be near his side, kyo felt himself slowly fall back into the welcoming arms of slumber, tranquility falling upon the two.
this was all Kyo needed. Die was all that could ever make him feel like he was truly loved.