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Akk is lying on his bed with eyes wide open, despite feeling the left one twitching. He glances to his side and looks at his digital clock in exasperation. It is officially 3am and the sounds from the neighbour's room are still going on as if they are a cassette.
It would mostly be moaning and screaming. Sometimes, other unholy sounds would come from the other side of the wall. Akk groans, pressing his pillow onto his ears in an attempt to mute it, but somehow it still finds a way to get in his hearing range.
He doesn’t have the luxury to be up so late. Law school is tough and considering all the hours he spends shuffling between being the president of the debate club, lectures and studying, he needed his sleep hours to be able to carry his busy study lifestyle. Though he has to constantly deal with unwavering fatigue and insomnia because of his new neighbour.
His name is Ayan and he only knows about it because they study law together. Even though he doesn't understand how he can possibly live such a lively nightlife and then look so refreshed the next day at university. Sometimes Akk wonders how in the world Ayan has the energy to study for it, if he does at all in the first place. He noticed him during lectures though before and he always seemed present and knowledgeable. He remembered how in the past his first impression about him was of how reliable he looked.
Now, he realises how far from the truth that actually was.
At one point, when his new neighbour has been noisy throughout the night for the tenth day in a row, Akk decided that he has had enough. He springs up from his bed and stomps out of his room.
The noises are even louder when he approaches his door. He wonders how in the world he is not embarrassed considering how every passerby can hear his business. With no hesitation, he knocks on the door three times loudly, If Ayan has no shame, he can't see why he has to himself.
The noises stop for a moment, the only one left being the sound of someone shuffling towards the door. There is a moment that makes him feel intimidated when the door knob turns, but he doesn't let it affect him.
The door swings open and he is met with his classmate who is now wearing a pair of boxers and an unbuttoned shirt. He immediately averts his eyes as that appearance makes him feel some kind of way. Ayan on the contrary, looks Akk up and down as if he is the last person he would expect to see.
"Akk? What are you doing in front of my place?" He asks, completely flabbergasted.
Akk sighs in annoyance. "I am your neighbour, shortstop."
Ayan's mouth changes into an o formation, seemingly because he just found out something he wasn't aware of. "And? What is it that you need that couldn't wait until the morning?"
Akk's ears immediately turn red and he can feel the heat coming out of them. He is entirely ready to go off at him. "Ayan, I am not here to listen to your sleazy remarks. I don't know how you do it, but people need to fucking sleep. I need my brain to be in optical condition to focus on my studies and the noises that come through every night are not helping!" He blabbers, frowning his eyebrows. "Shameless."
Ayan smiles as if he had just faced a cute kitty, "Wow, so dedicated."
Akk clicks his tongue and looks behind Ayan. "Excuse me? Lady? Yes you. It is time to go."
Akk can see the silhouette of a woman moving around hastily in the background, probably embarrassed from the situation. Ayan glances up at Akk with a glare. "Hey! You have no right to do this!"
"Watch me!" He replies, making space for the woman to walk away. He doesn't even see her face as she shyly runs away.
"You have no business to interfere! This violates my rights!"
"Not as much as my ears got violated for the past few days!"
Ayan leans on the door frame, nonchalantly crossing his arms over his chest. "Why are you so worked up about it? Are you pent up?"
Akk shows a face of disgust from the nasty nature of that sentence. "That's none of your business!"
"You are good looking, why don't you go out there and find yourself a wife?"
Akk doesn't even bother to answer that question. He is not about to explain to this headache of a person that not everybody is looking for that. "Whatever. I've done what I wanted so I'll be leaving. Keep your voices down from now on!" He scolds for the last time before he turns to leave.
His legs come to a halt though when he hears his phone slip out of his pocket and fall onto the ground. Instinctively, both men reach down to pick it up, which resulted in Akk's fingers brushing over Ayan's. He despised how much that had affected him. Despite finding Ayan's playboy nature to be gross and manipulative, he couldn't help but identify that he is hot. Like, the attractive kind of hot. And the open up button up with his thin, golden chain tangling from his neck was not helping. Or... the mole on his collarbone that his eyes happened to land on.
He grabs his phone rapidly and pulls his arm back almost violently, feeling his heartbeat getting louder.
"Ah." Ayan smirks, a look of triumph smears across his face. "This is why you won't find yourself a wife."
Akk recoils towards himself as if he was a snail ready to go back inside his shell. "You... You are wrong! I like women!"
Ayan can't help but laugh. "I didn't say anything. Looks like you called yourself out," They both stand straight but this time, their proximity is much closer than before.
"Shameless." Akk repeats.
"Wait until you see me in the bedroom, baby."
Akk is taken aback by his forwardness and can already feel the blush powdering his cheeks. He doesn't expect Ayan to flirt with him so bluntly. Based on the sounds he has been hearing coming from his room, Akk could deduct that Ayan is definitely straight. This phrase only confused him and it irritated him further. He never likes being played around with.
"Stop messing with me."
"I am not." Ayan replies, his voice dropping a semitone.
Akk can't help but ask. "Aren't you like... Aren't you straight?"
"Why? Interested?"
Akk rolls his eyes again, berating himself for even asking. Of course he wouldn't give an actual answer. Akk is about to leave, until Ayan grabs his arm and stops him.
"What makes you think I'm straight?"
"I mean... You always bring women into your room."
Ayan leans closer, still holding onto Akk. "I don't only bring women in my room. I am pan. I am attracted to cute things. Especially when they are acting all entitled."
Akk flinches for a moment, taking personal offence. "I am not cute." He protests, but his body doesn't seem to object much to what is happening. Ayan consistently and slowly makes his way closer to Akk, and he lets it happen. On the contrary, the heat of his body radiating towards his own makes him feel too good to resist it. It is as if Ayan is some kind of spell caster.
"You are indeed very cute." Ayan lets go of Akk's wrist and instead runs his hand up his arm and then around his shoulders. "And you know what would make you look even cuter?"
Akk can't answer that question because he is suddenly very much distracted by the unpredictable motions of Ayan's hands around his body. He feels his legs shaking as he can't predict what's about to happen next. At one point Ayan inches towards Akk, his lips hovering around his face. There is still some distance between them, but Akk can swear that he can taste the feel of them. Ayan's glance switches from Akk's mouth to his eyes before he speaks.
"Gasping for air right under me."
Akk gasps in response as if he had been instructed to. Ayan has a way with words that make him go berserk in more ways than one. "I..."
Ayan smirks. "You what?"
"I am not very experienced...."
Ayan can't help but laugh out loud after the initial flabbergast. He is finding Akk's reactions to be endearing. "That's not hard to tell."
"Well some of us don't shuffle partners as if they are socks." He shoots back, uncertain if he wants to avoid this situation or drown within it.
"You've got such an attitude, bigfoot." He tells him but it doesn't sound like a complaint, rather, it is a pleasant observation.
His hands eventually grow more daring, peaking into Akk's t-shirt from underneath. Akk can feel the coldness of his hands as he runs them about his bare skin. He hates just how good that feels and the horniness that is coming with it. He realises the early signs like the restless breathing and his rabbit heartbeat. Eventually, Akk hesitantly pushes them away.
"I don't want to do something like this with a player."
Ayan simply smiles as if his advance hadn't just been rejected. "Are you really sure about that? Because a player like me knows how to send you to heaven and back."
Ayan does it again, this time rubbing around even more so intently. There is no resistance anymore as Akk bites his bottom lip in defeat.
"Well then... I'd like to see you keep that promise."
That's all the validation Ayan needs before pulling Akk into a passionate kiss. His fingers thread through Akk's hair as he holds him close. Akk reciprocates and despite previously thinking his tongue would be all over the place, it is instead natural and smooth. They are both enjoying exploring each other's mouths as if it is nectar. They turn left and right as they hungrily take each other in, savouring it as if it was a kiss expected for years.
When they finally break it, Akk doesn't look like he did before. His eyes seem lazy and droopy as he looks towards Ayan.
"More..." He says simply, trying to catch his breath. "Kiss me more... Please."
Ayan doesn't really get affected by his hookups but Akk's pleading makes him feel some kind of way. He follows orders like a dog, gently pushing Akk's head to the side to get easier access to his neck. He then digs in, leaving hickeys and bites marks along the length of it.
"Fuck... Ayan we... We are outside."
"Are you inviting yourself into my place?" Ayan snickers.
“Well, if you are going to be like that-”
“I’m kidding… I’m kidding.” Ayan stops him before his take off.
"...Anywhere with four walls and a bed." Akk surprises himself with the shameless answer. Perhaps Ayan's influence rubbed off on him. Though he feels so heated up that he doesn't care. All that he can think of is being cooled down by Ayan's hands on his body,
Ayan also seems to be surprised by Akk's response. He didn't expect his influence to make Akk horny beyond reason. Considering what a control freak that man seems to be, it is certainly a pleasant surprise to see his effect on him changing things up. Truthfully speaking, it makes him even more interested in his troublesome neighbour.
"What if I say we should go to your room?" Ayan continues to tease, playing around with the band of Akk's sweatpants. The moments his touch alters from the fabric to Akk's skin makes him flinch.
"My... My room? Why?"
"You said anywhere with four walls and a bed." Ayan points out. "Why not yours then?"
Akk can not tell what Ayan is playing at. From the moment he started speaking to him here until now, he felt his mind being messed with multiple times. Why would the next door playboy who always brings lovers to his place, would want to do things differently? Ayan also has this special talent of not answering questions directly which means sometimes asking things is futile with him. He does whatever he wants.
"Come on sweetheart~" He talks as if it is a tune. His hands are now on Akk's hips and their position makes both feel each other's bulges rubbing on each other, shy off a few pieces of fabric.
"Don't call me that..." Akk tries to hide the quivering of his voice as he speaks, but truthfully he enjoys receiving such a pet name from him. He would never admit it though as he would rather die.
"So what is it gonna be? Or would you like to just, stay here?" Ayan asks, rubbing his body slowly onto Akk which only drives him crazier. The friction is irritating, and since Ayan is dressed in only his boxers, the lines of his boner are even more so evident. Akk can't stop himself from stealing a few glances at it and thinking about all the unholy things he wants to do with it.
"Fine, fuck, fine." He agrees in exasperation, unable to do otherwise. For all he knows, this might be Ayan's attempt to rob his place, but Akk's usually stoic and reasonable thought process has taken flight.
Ayan smiles in satisfaction as he gets what he wants. He kisses Akk again and drags him to the door. Their bodies don't separate as they move, as if they are too thirsty for each other to let go.
They barely make it inside when Ayan slams Akk on the wall, pressing him towards it with his own body. The passion is intense considering it is the first time they've ever had a proper conversation with each other. Their chaotic breathing overlaps with each other's, being a clear proof of how riled up they are. Ayan breathes into Akk's neck as he holds him, and the air touches about the bristles on Akk's skin. He can't help but get goosebumps. Before he even knows it, he starts moaning softly.
Ayan smiles. "Feeling it this much already?" He teases, going for his neck once again, "And we've done nothing yet."
Akk takes a deep breath in. "What... What are we going to do?"
Ayan gives Akk's collarbone a lick and the cold sensation of the wetness contradicts his entire body temperature.
"Whatever you want to do."
Akk cries out as he looks straight into his eyes. "I want to do everything."
Akk couldn't care any less about self preservation right now. He threads his fingers through Ayan's hair and clutches onto it, in dire need of something he never got a taste of in the past. Here, he only got a hint of it so far and he already finds himself addicted. "Please?" The word comes out polite and proper, but it only makes Ayan go even more feral.
His hands crawl inside Akk's sweatpants, feeling his swollen member twitch. Akk gasps as if this is the first time someone other than himself had touched it. He wonders if it is always so euphoric or is it because it's Ayan doing it. He watches down at his bare chest, licking his lips as he imagines the taste of it.
"Ayan, undress me." He says breathlessly and he follows the instruction like a little soldier. He doesn't even want to tease him about it, considering he wants the clothes to be gone as well. He takes Akk's t-shirt off and tosses it to the side, immediately getting himself busy with playing with Akk's abs. He runs his tongue over the muscles, occasionally stopping to kiss, bite and suck the sensitive skin above them. The combination of Ayan's lewd expression and the sensation of his love marks, makes it even more challenging for Akk to remain upright. It is as if his knees are slowly giving up on him.
"I love the sound of your voice whimpering." Ayan admits, massaging Akk's bare sides with his hands. "It makes me feel so hot."
The confession is so raw and honest, Akk gets flustered. If it wasn't for the heat of the moment already giving him a full face blush, that would have done it for him. So he doesn't hold back his voice now that he knows Ayan likes it. On the contrary he starts to weaponize it, watching as Ayan is losing himself more and more from hearing it. Akk doesn't mind having what he can use to his benefit.
Ayan though doesn't allow Akk to use his weak spot. He cups Akk's mouth with his hand. "Keep it down, we wouldn't want to disturb the neighbours, isn't that right?"
Akk grunts in Ayan's hand as his own words hit him like a boomerang. He is sensitive from Ayan's touch therefore he is unable to keep his voice to himself regardless. Though with Ayan's hand muting it, it comes out as nothing more but a muffle.
It gets worse when Ayan's free hand daringly wraps itself around Akk's cock, caressing it slowly with the curves of his fingers. He lets his saliva release from his mouth, and a long rope-like stream leaves his lips and lands onto Akk's tip. He doesn't know what to enjoy more, Ayan's lewd, wet expression or his hand smearing saliva all over. He bites down on his bottom lip in hope to suppress some of the excitement. He has no idea when again he will have the opportunity to do something like this. The last thing he needs is coming prematurely and calling it a day quickly.
"Why are you holding yourself back?" Ayan notices, breathing onto Akk's lips.
"I don... I don want to cum too quickly."
Ayan releases a joyful giggle. "You don't need to worry about that. You can cum... then again... and again... Until you are sucked dry."
"Fuck." Akk can feel himself being affected by the dirty talk. He should have expected it considering he is up against a player who had used these tricks countless times before.
Ayan keeps eye contact as he slowly descends and eventually places Akk's dick onto his cheek. "And you think if I suck you off you can keep it in?"
*Definitely no* is the immediate answer that comes in his head. Though he is too distracted by Ayan standing on his knees and looking up at him lewdly to form any coherent speech. He was being teased with the way he would bring it so close to his tongue. Akk can swear he can feel it even before the two parts are actually touched. It is like an electrifying feeling which makes it even harder.
Ayan shows no mercy as he immediately deepthroats Akk's entire length. It is almost too sudden which makes Akk lose his balance. He falls to the floor, his back sliding down the wall to end up in a sitting position. Ayan doesn't stop bobbing his head and instead would adjust his position corresponding to what the latter is doing. Akk feels like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He grabs onto Ayan's shoulders in hope for some grounding, but is already feeling like he is losing himself. At one point, he even forgets where he is. His trembling legs feel as if they need to close and they end up squeezing Ayan in the process.
Before Akk can oppose, Ayan surprises him by slowly pushing a finger inside his asshole. At that point Akk can't help but let go tears of euphoria. He can almost map the movements of Ayan's finger in his mind as he feels the walls inside him being gently stretched out. He can already feel the excitement catching up to him, quickly feeling himself coming close to a climax.
"Ayan I... Stop..." Ayan looks up at him to show he has his attention. "I want... me too... I want to suck you off too."
There is a popping sound when Ayan takes Akk's dick out of his mouth. His breathing is now too fast for him to reach up to and it isn't because of the blow job. Akk's way of being has an effect on him; he can't quite understand himself. He can't even recognise himself with how much he is enjoying such sins with a man he only knows by name. "Fuck you drive me crazy."
Ayan pulls Akk up and then drags him towards the bed, he wants the comfort of a soft mattress to do all the unholy things that are running around in his mind. He sits on it and crawls his arms back so that he can be higher up on the bed. During this his hand hasn't left Akk's and he pulls him in with him like a charmer would do to a snake.
Ayan's boxers are already wet from precum. Or that's what Akk thinks it must be. He doesn't know if he got to come with the person he was with just before. When he thought about her all over Ayan and all the other ones that have come through, it made him feel dirty. Just how many times did Ayan have to air out his room and clean his bedsheets before? How many showers did he have to take?
Akk always wondered how it would be like to play in the mud.
Ayan leads Akk's hand towards his bulge and presses it down, Akk can't help than flinch slightly from the feel of it. It is one thing for him to touch his own, and another of an entirely different person's. Especially when that person is a hot seductive sex demon.
"Still want it in your mouth?" Ayan asks and his gaze is entirely different than the annoying smirk he was rocking earlier. It is a lot more lewd, bordering perverted. Akk can feel a tickle in his abdomen every time he looks at it.
"Yeah." He says simply.
Ayan widens his legs to allow Akk to get between them. His cock is then fully visible for Akk and he is stricken momentarily from seeing it. Suddenly, it makes sense why so many people wanted a taste of it.
"You like it already this much?" Ayan teases.
Akk doesn't respond with words. Instead he leans down and flicks his tongue over the tip of Ayan's cock. It isn't an action that he expects, so he flinches a little.
"Who's the sensitive one now?" Akk takes his revenge with another tease, following up with a lick from the shaft to the tip.
"You don't seem all that inexperienced." Ayan threads his fingers through Akk's hair, following wherever his head would move. It feels nice for him to have his hair caressed.
"I guess it comes naturally."
"Maybe you were born a slut." Ayan suggests playfully but then Akk squeezes his balls gently. which made him moan.
"That sounds more like you."
"Well then, natural knower." Ayan pushes down on Akk's head and his mouth presses against his shaft. "Let's see if you are also a natural at sucking cock."
Akk licks his lips but hesitates to take the next step. "Honestly... I am not sure how to do this."
Ayan's gaze softens at the sound of vulnerability coming out of Akk. He moves his hand up in Akk's hair back and forth a few times as a gesture of comfort. There is something about Ayan's touch that brings both a sense of safety and danger at the same time for the other man.
"Don't worry handsome." Ayan placed a hand on Akk's lips, pressing on them gently. "I am here for you."
Ayan then pushes a finger inside Akk's mouth gently. He presses down on Akk's tongue for demonstration purposes. "Use this." He says. "Not this" He continues, flicking his finger towards the teeth. He then uses the hand in Akk's hair to move his head back and forth onto his finger. "Bob your head like this and suck in your cheeks. Breathe through your nose."
Akk follows his instructions, already rock hard from sucking Ayan's finger. He can only imagine what a mess he will be when he starts doing it to the real thing. When Ayan notices Akk seems more confident, he removes his finger, a line of saliva following after him. He can say Akk's wet lips are not driving him crazy but that's a lie. He kisses him once as he had felt compelled to and then pushes him down to level him with his cock which has been begging for attention.
Akk doesn't want to overthink it since he knows that once he does, it will only encourage his hesitancy. He slides it in slowly, his lips surrounding the diameter of his width to the best of his abilities, as he does feel them stretch out from the girth. There is a reaction from Ayan right away, as he knocks his head backwards from the initial impact. Akk slowly bobs up and down as he is told, making sure to study Ayan's expression every time he does something new just to detect those small clues of added pleasure.
"Try to move your teeth away." Ayan advises of which Akk greatly appreciates, he follows up on it. "You can swirl your tongue around too."
It's helpful to get the tips while it is happening, but it is also super hot. Ayan clutches Akk's hair just to withstand the explosion of feelings in his chest. His expression looks like he is struggling to keep his composure and his voice trembles as he speaks. Akk enjoys how much control he has over him. Ayan eventually curls his toes, another indicator that Akk is doing something right.
"Fuck... Good boy." He compliments as he lies back and enjoys the feeling. This only encourages Akk to do more. He tries to stop himself from choking on it by breathing through his nose but occasionally fails. He feels like Ayan's dick is filling up his entire windpipe. The sight of Akk is sexy, as he is naturally sensual and because of it Ayan can't look away.
At one point, Akk can already feel his jaw stiffen and Ayan notices it from the way he gets more sloppy. He lets him struggle for a bit for his entertainment, as the way he is trying his hardest is endearing to watch.
"You are beautiful Akk. You are doing so well."
Praise after praise runs from Ayan's mouth naturally and meets Akk's ears with a kiss. He moans despite coming out muffled from a combination of his mouth getting filled and Ayan's sweet words.
He eventually pulls him out.
Akk takes a sharp breath to regain all the air he has lost and then speaks in a disappointed tone. "Was I not good?"
The small pout on his dripping lips and his eyes which glisten with submission, is a combination that sends Ayan's heart into orbit. "No... Akk. It was heavenly" His voice sounds serious, as if there is no room for humour on this topic. He reaches towards Akk once again, this time cupping his cheek and using his thumb to play with his lips. "I just *really* want to fuck you. And I want to do it when I'm at the peak of my horniness."
Akk's heart skips a bit at the sound of that. It's not like he never... Or maybe... He can't even voice it in his thoughts as it makes him flustered. He had tried a few times before to stretch out his asshole but he always ended up failing. He doesn't even know if at this moment he will be able to take in a dick, let alone with the size of Ayan's. He is somehow hesitant as he is afraid of the pain.
"I can bottom instead, if that will make you feel comfortable." Ayan suggests, craving for any kind of proximity with him despite his preferences. Truthfully, he can't stop thinking of pounding into him.
"No I... I want to try. And if I try it with someone, it has to be you."
Every time Akk would speak it would make Ayan's head spin. He somehow knows exactly what to say to rattle him up every time without even intending to. He drowns himself in Akk's lips once again, spinning them both around so that he can be on top of him. His chain tangles from his neck at his position and Akk grabs it with his hand for a moment.
"A gift from a girlfriend?" Akk asks with a conflicted face, he flicks it around a few times as he gets lost in thought.
Ayan covers the hand which holds onto it with his own. "Don't think about others right now. There is only you." It looks expensive, probably pure gold as well. There is no way Akk could afford to get him something like that and somehow it irritates him.
He reaches up and puts the pedant into his mouth, his expression looking seductively as he looks up at the other man. "Playboy." He says through gritted teeth.
Another kiss follows suit, initiated once again by Ayan. The pedant passes back and forth inside their mouth and there is a metallic taste coming out of it. It twists and turns until it entirely mixes with the sweet flavour which was present from before.Their hands get busy caressing each other, leaving small traces of scratches and blanches as small evidence of each other's presence. The only marks left on Ayan by previous exchanges, were the scratches on the back of his shoulders.
Then once again Akk feels a finger teasing around on his rim. Though it doesn't push in like it did prior.
"I don't suppose you own lube?" Ayan breaks the kiss to ask and the pedant breaks loose.
Akk leans into his nightstand and pulls a bottle out. The surprise expression displayed at Ayan's face almost makes Akk offended.
"I'm a virgin, not ignorant." He points out to plead his case.
"And there is even more that you are about to learn about now."
Ayan squeezes the contents of the bottle all over his hand, he spreads some first on Akk's dick and the cold viscous liquid makes him gasp.
"First time can be intense," Ayan explains, leaning over Akk once again. "A few distractions can help a lot."
Akk's flushed face turns into a deeper shade of red. When he feels Ayan's fingers exploring and gently pushing on his rim, it finally dawns on him that he is about to lose his anal virginity to the playboy next door. If he would let past Akk know he would have been laughed at. He never considered himself to be the kind to meddle with such people before. Though something in him felt like this is right and there is nobody else he would rather lose it to than the playboy next door.
That is why those moans all those days had been so much louder in his head than in reality. They simply just drove his imagination wild. Maybe he is too embarrassed to admit he might have been a bit jealous.
"Hey." Ayan snaps him out. "What are you thinking? Am I not hot enough to keep your focus?"
Akk's eyes scroll downwards, watching the way his hard cock hovers only inches above his as one of Ayan's hands is placed next to his body to keep stability and the other plays with his butthole. He looks at the hickeys, the scratches and all of the evidence of his presence through his smooth skin. Then the tousled hair due to his fingers threading through them earlier. His eyes feel like an unexplored forest and even his lips are distracting, parted to let the rapid breaths out.
*Hot. Definitely hot. No objection here.*
"Maybe I don't give out my focus that easily." Akk whispered sassily, enjoying riling Ayan up.
"Oh is that so?" Ayan pushes two fingers inside Akk, smearing the lube around the walls of anus. Akk can't help but moan. "How about now?"
Akk winces as he feels all the air being knocked out of his lungs. The more time passes, the more he feels his anus changing shape to adapt to Ayan's movements. He feels like a clay pot that's being moulded.
"Speak to me baby. How do you feel?"
Akk can't help but admit to himself nothing feels as good as the sound of baby leaving Ayan's mouth. He hopes that he never stops saying it.
"I am okay... It just feels a little strange." He tenses up a little, as he starts feeling slightly unsettled. He continuously looks down as if staring at Ayan's movements would give him some sort of control. He is being invaded in the best way possible but it still requires a level of vulnerability difficult to reach.
"Hey don't look there." Ayan notices and tries to stop it right away. "Look at me. Look at my eyes."
There is something about his words that are always so comforting and encouraging. Akk soon realises it isn't just the pet names he is font of. His eyes shyly rise upwards and in Ayan's eyes, he finds an unexplored world and is ready to dive into it. They eventually join foreheads, their lips a few inches shy of contact. He wants to lean upwards and kiss him, but his mouth feels paralysed.
"Play with your dick, Akk." Ayan instructs. "I could sit up and do it myself but... I don't want to move away from you."
Akk's eyes slowly fill up with tears of something between overwhelm and pleasure as Ayan slowly thrusts in. He only pulls out occasionally to use more lube, until one point when he empties the entire container. Akk can barely keep up with the heat of the situation but does as instructed, stroking his own and Ayan's dicks slowly.
"I only have two hands, sadly. But I do have three legs."
Akk can't help but chuckle, rolling his eyes. "Way to ruin the mood. *Ah*."
"The mood didn't go anywhere."
Akk's genitalia and anus are smothered in lube. It feels excessive on his body, but it isn't hard to recognise that it is what's needed for his first time. The one benefit of Ayan being a playboy is the way he knows exactly what is needed and how much. He even knows where to touch, where to kiss, where to move his hands to... Every move is executed like perfect choreography. Ayan is an expert in this kind of dance. Maybe this is why Akk wanted to bottom for him. Or maybe it is because he finds him extremely attractive.
"My God... My patience is running thin." Ayan admits, his hands shaking as he tries to control the rush flowing through his body. Akk can tell he is trying to hold himself back which he finds very unexpected coming from him. At first he didn't seem like the kind of guy to be this caring about making the other person feel good.
He slides in a third finger and Akk's muscles instantly tense up, making the passage tighter. Ayan instantly shushes him, giving me feather-like kisses as an act of care. It comes off more affectionate rather than sexual.
"It's okay... It's okay..." He repeats, letting Akk know that he is safe around him. A playboy would be the last person he'd expect feeling safe around, but surprisingly, those words work like a charm. "You look so good right now baby. The way you are trembling under me is driving me crazy."
Akk didn't even notice that his bottom half has been trembling for some time now. He is too intoxicated by the sensations to pay mind to his reactions.
"Breathe for me, darling. You are doing so well." They both take a few breaths together as Ayan resumes his thrusting but Akk's breathing ends up coming out rugged because of it. "Just relax."
"Mmmm." He mumbles, slightly whining from the sensation of his anus being played with. Unlike what he'd read in the past, it quickly starts to feel good despite being his first time doing something like this properly.
"I will speed up now, okay?"
Ayan is being so caring with it that Akk can't help but feel a little something for being treated like value. Ayan has no reason to be this careful since Akk is the one who agreed to this after all. Though the way that he is and how he assures Akk's safety and pleasure makes him even more so desirable. Gradually, his entrance holds less and less resistance and Ayan finds it a lot easier to slide in and out.
"I want..." He tries to say something but his words trail off. somehow lost in the realms of regret.
"What... do you want?" Akk presses on, trying to speak through thrusts.
"I want to finger you rougher." He admits. "Though I don't want to scare you away."
Akk sighs once before leaning his hand down and grabbing Ayan's wrist. "I'll do it then."
He then proceeds to use Ayan's fingers as if they are sex toys, pushing his wrist in and out with a force much faster than before. Ayan looks at him with mixed shock and excitement.
"Fuck..." Akk cries out as he spreads his legs in the air to be able to go deeper. His eyes pool with tears as the friction lights up his insides.
"Holy shit." Ayan still feels stricken by the sight, licking his lips as if he is looking at his next meal. He is also happy to see what kind of speed would be the one that Akk would enjoy the most. "Keep doing that."
Akk does not have to be told twice. Rather, he can barely hear in the first place considering his state. His grasp grows weak around Ayan's wrist but he doesn't give up. He keeps going on and enjoying the delirium that is happening down there. He stops jacking himself off since he can sense that as soon as he touches it he will climax. His entire body feels like a sensitive spot.
His eyes roll at the back of his head as his vision starts to darken at the edges. He feels dizzy, but it only makes the experience even more so exciting.
"You look so lewd." Ayan points out the obvious, but he also seems to not be in his right mind anymore. His eyes seem void and empty as if the only thing he can think about is taking over Akk in his entirety. "Fuck, Akk I can't hold it in anymore."
His voice comes out desperate and fragile, as if he is a plate about to crack into a million shards. Akk takes Ayan's fingers out and he can feel his asshole gaping open. "If you want it then why don't you come and get it?"
It is like Akk pressed on a button or triggered a switch, because after that, Ayan instantly goes feral. He lubes his cock in seconds and then rams it inside Akk with no warning.
It is certainly a lot more intense than what his fingers had been which he expected. Akk screams. It hurts, but he is not repelled by it. The mix of pain and pleasure coming out of their act only excited him further. Ayan starts fairly steady, still trying to control at least some of his animalistic cravings.
"Fuck it feels so good inside you." He let him know while keeping eye contact. "How do you feel?"
Akk grabs Ayan's hand and nuzzles it into his face like a cat in heat. His eyes plead like a hungry, helpless prey. "More... Please."
"I tried so hard to take it easy on you," Ayan starts to say. "But you make it impossible."
Ayan's pace then grows faster, the pounding sounding loud and clear as their legs slap with every thrust. Akk's moans synchronise with every time he feels his G-spot being hit. He can barely feel his legs now, as the numbness radiates from his groin all the way down to his toes. His whole body gets moved like a puppet and the bed underneath creaks soundly each time.
It's almost like just penetration is not enough to satisfy Ayan. He leans in, giving Akk a deep kiss and then biting down on my bottom lip. He can feel the metallic taste of his blood slowly oozing and Akk wipes it away with his tongue. Ayan's heavy breathing turns into grunts and as his mouth crawls downwards and around Akk's neck, the air coming out of his mouth triggers his sensitivity.
Akk's asshole quickly feels like it is on fire from the continuous friction and the heat gives him a sense of euphoria. There is just the right amount of lube leftover to create enough lubrication where it still feels entirely intimate.
It becomes more and more difficult for Akk to be able to control anything. His tongue falls out of his mouth and his arms fall flat on his sides as if his body has turned into a doll. He didn't expect that someone would make him feel so good and all those doubts he had prior soon disappeared. He has no regrets over saying yes to getting fucked by his experienced neighbour. Despite it being his first time, the rough nature of it feels like it is right.
"Oh, yes!" Akk whines the words in happiness.
"Akk..." Ayan speaks that name like it is honey. it drips from his mouth with a viscosity of sweetness. Though it is rough and rugged from his trembling voice. "I'm gonna..."
"Me too." Akk assures him, tears shedding down his cheeks. He doesn't want the pleasure to end, but he knows it can't go on forever. His hands clutch onto Ayan's shoulders, leaving behind hints of scratch marks.
They both go into consuming climaxes closely to each other, convulsing just above each other before they both sink into each other. Ayan falls right onto Akk, his cock still resting inside him. Akk is quite durable, which he definitely enjoys, but it means he needs some time of rest before he can do anything else. He keeps his cheek upon Akk's chest as he rests, his ears ringing from the intensity of it all.
"That was..." Akk starts to say, but can't find the right word to describe it. Ethereal? Out of this world? Spiritual?
"It was so good I think I lost my mind for a moment."
Akk leans his head downwards to peak at the man that is chilling inside his asshole. Since Ayan is not moving, it doesn't feel like anything other than just a fullness. Besides, he is also still a little aware of how it might feel when he does pull it out.
"I think I lost myself." Akk adds, snickering.
"Tell me about it. I thought I'd have sex with a hot first-timer but not in this way."
Well, thank you anyway."
Ayan raises his head up to face Akk and chuckles. "What are you thanking me for? Was this a negotiation? A business meeting?"
Akk frowns, at him, his expression once again stern. It seems like he reverted back to his usual self now. "It's just cause you took good care of me."
"You are so different when horny. But that's good." Ayan leans towards Akk's ear, his cock slightly changing position. "Then I can be the only one to see all those lewd expressions and your needy attitude."
"Bold of you to say, playboy." Akk tries to appear unbothered, but his reddened ears betray him. "Doesn't matter anyway, this was a one time thing!"
"Are you sure?" Ayan smirks mischievously, moving around slightly so that his dick teases inside Akk's anus. "Then since this will be a one time thing, shall we go for a second round?"
"Lively, aren't you?" Akk smacks him playfully. "Be good or else I'll make you take it out."
Ayan shakes his head and drops it back onto his chest as it was before. "I'm serious, though."
"About what?"
"I don't want this to be the only time."