Chapter 99 Episode 99: Mine III R21

Kael’s POV

I stayed buried inside him, my forehead pressed against his, both of us breathing hard. The tight heat around my cock was almost too much after months of holding back. Every small shift of his body squeezed me and sent another pulse of raw pleasure up my spine.

"Fuck," I said again, quieter this time, the word scraped out of me by pure sensation.

Akira’s arms stayed locked around my back. His breath came in short, uneven pulls against my neck. I could feel his heart hammering against his chest. Mine was probably doing the same.

I had wanted this since the first time I watched him move in the training yard and realized the quiet D-rank was dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with his file.

The longing had built through every correction, every early morning, every night I sat beside his unconscious body and counted his breaths. Now I was finally inside him and the relief was so intense it bordered on pain.

I pulled back just enough to see his face. His eyes were dark and glassy. Color burned high on his cheeks. He looked wrecked already and I had barely moved.

"You feel perfect," I told him. My voice was rough. "So tight. So warm. Fuck I am going to take my time with you."

I started to move. Short, careful strokes at first, giving his body time to adjust to the stretch. Each time I sank back in, the slick heat dragged along every inch of me. Pleasure coiled low and heavy in my gut.

Akira’s fingers dug into my shoulders. A broken sound left him every time I bottomed out. I kissed the sounds out of his mouth, deep and claiming, while my hips kept the slow rhythm.

The claim felt complete in a way nothing else had. Boyfriend. Mine. The man I had watched survive a Death God and still stand up the next day. The man whose unedited truth I still wanted. All of that was under me now, open and shaking and taking my cock like he had been made for it.

I slid one hand under his lower back and tilted his hips. The new angle let me push deeper. His mouth fell open on a silent cry. I felt him clench hard around me and groaned into his throat.

"That is it," I muttered. "Take me. Let me feel every bit of you."

I fucked him in steady, deep strokes, not fast yet, just relentless. The wet sound of my cock moving in and out of him filled the quiet condo. His cock was trapped between us, hard and leaking against my stomach. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts.

Akira’s whole body jerked. His head tipped back against the couch. The long line of his throat was too tempting. I bit down carefully at the side of his neck and sucked a mark into the skin while I kept driving into him.

Months of tension were pouring out of me with every thrust. All the nights I had stopped myself, all the times I had walked away hard and aching, all the fear that I might lose him before I ever got to have him like this, it all funneled into the place where our bodies joined.

I could feel my control starting to fray. The heat around my cock was too good. The way he moved under me, meeting my strokes with small desperate pushes of his own hips, made it worse. I wanted to fuck him harder. I wanted to bury myself so deep he would feel me for days.

I forced my rhythm to stay measured. This first time I needed him to feel claimed, not overwhelmed. I needed him to know I was right here with him in every second of it.

"Look at me," I said.

His eyes opened, hazy and wet. I held that gaze while I thrust into him, letting him see everything I was feeling. The love. The hunger. The absolute refusal to let him go.

"You are mine now," I told him. "Officially. Completely. Say it."

His voice cracked on the words. "Yours. I am yours."

The sound of it nearly finished me. I dropped my head to his shoulder and fucked him deeper, chasing the building pressure at the base of my spine. His body opened for me so perfectly that every stroke felt like coming home.

I knew I was getting close. I also knew I wanted him to come first. I tightened my fist around his cock and stroked him with firm, focused pulls while my hips kept driving in.

His breathing turned ragged. His thighs shook against my sides. The sounds leaving his mouth were pure need. I drank them in and kept going, determined to push him over the edge before I let myself fall.

Akira’s POV

Kael was fully inside me.

The thought kept circling even while my body tried to process the overwhelming stretch and heat. He filled me so completely that I could barely breathe around it. Every slow thrust sent sparks of pleasure and pressure through places I had never felt so clearly before.

I had been scared of this. Not of him... never of him... but of how much I wanted it. Of how much it would mean once we crossed the line. Now the line was gone and he was buried in me and the only thing I could feel was how right it was.

His cock dragged against something deep that made my vision blur. I clung to his back and tried to remember how to breathe. Each time he pushed all the way in, a broken sound left me without permission.

Shame tried to rise for a second. My old instinct would be telling me I should stay quiet, stay controlled. It died under the next deep stroke. Kael had asked me to be his boyfriend.

He had looked me in the eye and told me he already had everything under control. He was inside me now like he had every right to be there. The least I could do was stop hiding from him.

"Kael..." His name came out high and shaky.

"I have you," he said against my neck. His voice was rough with pleasure. "You feel perfect around me. So tight. Oh I am going to ruin you for anyone else."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. My cock twitched in his fist. He was stroking me in time with his thrusts, firm and sure, like he already knew exactly how I needed it.

Pleasure built in heavy layers. The stretch. The friction. The way his weight pinned me down and made me take every inch. I had imagined this more times than I wanted to admit. The reality was so much better that it almost hurt.

My body moved without my full permission, hips lifting to meet him. The wet sounds of him fucking me filled the room. I should have been embarrassed. Instead I felt claimed and wanted and safe in a way that made my eyes sting.

He bit my neck again, sucking another mark into my skin. The small pain mixed with the deep pleasure and made everything sharper. I gasped and clenched around his cock. He groaned like the feeling wrecked him.

I loved that sound. I loved that I could pull it out of him. Months of watching him hold back, of seeing the hunger in his eyes and knowing he refused to take more than I offered, now he was finally taking and I wanted to give him everything.

"Harder," I heard myself say. My voice did not sound like me. "Please. I can take it."

Kael lifted his head. His eyes were dark and intense. For a second I thought he might refuse, still protecting me from the full force of what he wanted. Then his mouth crashed onto mine and his hips snapped forward with real power.

The new pace punched the air from my lungs. Pleasure exploded outward from where he drove into me. I cried out into his mouth and held on as he fucked me in deep, steady strokes that left no room for thought.

My cock slid through his tight fist with every thrust. The dual sensation was too much. Heat coiled at the base of my spine and tightened until I could barely stand it. I was going to come. The knowledge arrived with a flash of shyness and raw need.

"Kael... I am close..."

"Come," he ordered against my lips. "Come on my cock. Let me feel it."

The command pushed me over. Orgasm ripped through me hard enough that my vision went white at the edges. I spilled between us in thick pulses while my body clamped down around him. The pleasure was so intense it felt like breaking and being held together at the same time.

Kael fucked me through it, groaning at the way I squeezed him. His rhythm turned uneven. I felt him swell even thicker inside me. The knowledge that he was about to fill me sent another weaker wave of pleasure through my oversensitive body.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there. A deep, guttural sound left him as he came. Warmth flooded me in strong pulses. I held him tightly and took every bit of it, shaking under the feel of him letting go inside me.

For a long moment neither of us moved. The only sound was our rough breathing. His cock twitched with aftershocks. Small tremors still ran through my thighs.

Slowly the world widened again. I became aware of the cooling sweat on my skin, the sticky mess between our stomachs, the dull sweet ache where he was still buried in me.

Kael lifted his head and looked down at me. The fierce hunger had softened into something warmer and equally intense.

He kissed me once, slow and deep. Then he rested his forehead against mine again.

"Mine," he said quietly. The word carried the full weight of everything we had just done and everything that had led us here.

I was too wrecked to answer with words. I nodded and tightened my arms around him, keeping him close while our bodies stayed joined. The longing that had lived between us for months had finally broken open and turned into this. I felt claimed, sore, safe, and more open than I had ever allowed myself to be.

Kael stayed inside me until he softened. Even then he only shifted enough to take his weight off my chest, keeping one heavy leg over mine and an arm locked around my waist.

His fingers traced idle patterns on my skin like he needed the continued contact to believe it was real.

I turned my face into his neck and breathed him in. The condo was quiet. The rest of the world; forums, Death Gods, rankings, watching eyes, stayed outside the walls for now. Inside this room there was only the man who had asked me to be his and then fucked me like he meant every word.

My body throbbed with the memory of him. My heart felt too large for my chest. I closed my eyes and let the aftershocks of pleasure and emotion carry me while Kael held me together.

We had crossed every line. There was no going back to the careful distance that came before. I did not want to go back. For the first time the full, unedited truth of what I felt for him sat quietly in my chest without the old urge to edit it down into something safer.

Kael pressed one more kiss to my temple and muttered something rough and fond against my skin. I held on tighter and let myself believe that this; being his, taking him, being kept... was something I was allowed to keep.