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Kahar was many things. That much, Fakhri had learned over time. He was cocky, sharp-tongued, and endlessly stubborn; the kind of man who strutted through the world like he owned it and dared anyone to challenge him. But beneath that armor of pride and swagger, there were sides to him that only surfaced in private — sides that Fakhri cherished more than Kahar could possibly imagine.
One of those sides was reserved for the darkened quiet of their bed. Fakhri wasn’t even sure if Kahar was aware of it himself. The moment that careful control of his unraveled, when he finally let go of the sharp edges he carried through the day, Kahar transformed. He grew soft, almost unbearably so. The cocky grin slipped, replaced by parted lips and breathless gasps, his voice tinged with a sweetness that Fakhri swore could undo him faster than anything else.
Fakhri loved it, the way Kahar would cling to him without even realizing it, his fingers tightening in desperate handfuls of Fakhri’s hair, pulling him closer as if he could melt them into one body if he only held on hard enough. He loved the little sounds of surrender in Kahar’s throat when the rhythm grew rougher, when Fakhri’s thrusts found that spot deep inside him that made his composure shatter.
And then there was his voice. God, his voice. The first time Fakhri had heard it, truly heard it, stripped of its bravado and bite, it had stunned him. Kahar would call out for him in that broken, sugarcoated way, his usual sharp tongue curling instead around a needy, breathy, “Ri!” Each time it spilled from his lips, it made something fierce and possessive coil in Fakhri’s chest. No one else got that voice. No one else ever would.
The expression on Kahar’s face during those moments was seared into Fakhri’s memory. The way his head was thrown back, eyes rolling, lashes fluttering as his back arched off the sheets. His blunt nails dragged down Fakhri’s back, leaving trails of heat where they scratched, grounding him even as Kahar came undone beneath him.
Like right now, Fakhri stood in front of the wide bathroom mirror, steam curling faintly around the edges of the glass. His back was turned, head tilted just enough to peer over his shoulder, eyes drinking in the deep red lines raked across the expanse of his tanned skin. The marks stood stark against him, vivid, raw, and beautiful, Kahar’s signature etched into his body. A strange, curling warmth spread through Fakhri’s chest at the sight, half possessive, half reverent.
Turning fully to face the mirror, his gaze wandered downward, cataloging every bruise and blotch of color his lover had left behind. Purple and red hickeys patterned across his collarbones, trailed over his chest, down to the ridges of his abs. Each one a reminder, not just of their intensity, but of Kahar himself, clinging, needy, and desperate. Fakhri’s lips parted around a soft curse, whispering only to himself.
“Fuck… aku memang suka gila kau buat macam ni, cinta.” He couldn’t stop the grin curling across his mouth.
A sharp, broken whine from the bedroom snapped him from his thoughts. He froze for a moment, then chuckled low in his throat, warmth spilling through him at the sound.
“Cinta?” Fakhri called gently, leaning out of the bathroom doorway.
His eyes found Kahar immediately, cocooned under a mountain of blankets, only messy tufts of curly hair visible. Slowly, the head poked out, eyes swollen and glassy from all the tears he had shed while Fakhri had taken him apart earlier.
“Ri pergi mana?” Kahar muttered groggily, his voice raspy, small, almost petulant.
The sound alone tugged something deep inside Fakhri. He shook his head, a helpless laugh slipping from his lips. “Ri pergi mandi, jap. Nanti Ri datang ambik Kahar pulak, okay?”
Kahar huffed an incoherent grumble, cheeks puffing slightly before burying himself back under the blankets, only the faint outline of his body visible. Fakhri’s heart clenched, affection blooming so strong it nearly hurt.
Leaving the door ajar, he stepped beneath the spray of the shower, sighing as the hot water cascaded down his back, tracing every aching muscle, soothing the burn Kahar’s nails had left behind. He braced one hand against the tile, lowering his head as rivulets of warmth streamed down his shoulders, thinking only of the boy waiting in bed.
Then, a sudden shift in the air as he felt heat against his skin. Fakhri flinched lightly, startled, when familiar hands slid around his waist from behind. Warm lips brushed against the base of his neck, featherlight kisses turning into damp nips. Fakhri’s eyes fluttered shut, a smile tugging at his mouth as he relaxed into the touch.
“Kahar…” he exhaled, voice already softening, fondness betraying him.
The hands roamed higher, fingers pressing into his pecs with a playful squeeze. Fakhri opened his eyes, glanced down, and chuckled, tilting his head enough to catch sight of Kahar’s sly grin pressed against his damp shoulder.
“Tak puas lagi ke aku fuck kau tadi?” Fakhri asked, his voice low and rough, laced with amusement as he twisted in Kahar’s arms to face him fully.
Kahar tilted his chin up, eyes hooded, lips swollen and glistening, carrying the unmistakable haze of hunger. That damn smirk of his curved across his face, the kind that always made Fakhri’s stomach tighten. Slowly, deliberately, Kahar leaned in, their lips brushing before claiming Fakhri’s mouth in a kiss that was hot, unhurried, lingering.
When he finally pulled back, breath warm against Fakhri’s cheek, he whispered with a filthy smirk, “Mmm… tak.”
Fakhri growled low in his chest, lips crushing back onto Kahar’s with an almost brutal hunger. Their mouths slid wetly against each other, teeth clashing, tongues tangling in a mess of spit and need. He shoved him back without pause until Kahar’s spine smacked against the tiled wall, the sharp gasp it ripped out of him quickly swallowed by another punishing kiss.
When Fakhri pulled back, a thick string of saliva stretched between their swollen lips, breaking only when Kahar let out a filthy little hum. His tongue flicked out, dragging a slow stripe along Fakhri’s jaw before sinking teeth into the side of his neck, sucking hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck,” Fakhri hissed, his grip sliding down Kahar’s slick body until both hands were full of his ass. He kneaded the flesh hard, spreading him just enough to feel the heat radiating between his thighs. Kahar bucked into the touch, shameless, eyes dark and half-lidded with need.
He barely had time to smirk before Fakhri shoved two fingers inside him, the slide obscenely easy from how wrecked he already was. Kahar’s body seized, a sharp, high-pitched moan ripping out of his throat as his knees nearly buckled.
“Ri– ahh–!”
Fakhri’s lips twisted into something cruel. He pressed his weight forward, pinning Kahar harder into the wall as his fingers drove deeper, curling just right. The sound that tore out of Kahar was wrecked and shameless, bouncing off the walls of the shower.
“Lembik gila kau ni, Kahar,” Fakhri muttered, voice dark, grinding his palm against Kahar’s ass as his fingers pistoned in and out mercilessly. “Tak cukup kena bantai tadi ke? Still begging for more?”
Kahar’s nails clawed at Fakhri’s shoulders, his back arching against the cold tiles as the relentless pace dragged him higher. His head snapped back, water cascading down his throat, mixing with the spit dripping from his swollen lips.
“Ri, please– ah, fuck– lagi!” he whined, voice cracking into a raw cry when Fakhri twisted his fingers against that spot inside him, again and again, until he was trembling, legs shaking with every thrust.
“Dengar suara kau macam ni…” Fakhri rasped against his ear, biting at the lobe before growling, “memang boleh buat aku gila.”
Kahar barely had a chance to answer before Fakhri slammed his mouth back onto his, swallowing the cry that tore from his chest as his fingers drove into him rough and relentless, stretching him wide, dragging across every raw nerve until he was a shaking mess pinned helpless against the wall.
With a snarl, Fakhri hooked his arms under Kahar’s thighs and hauled his legs up, throwing them over his broad shoulders. Kahar yelped, the sound sharp and broken, but before he could even process it, Fakhri shifted his grip, slammed his hips forward, and buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
The stretch was devastating, tearing a silent scream from Kahar’s throat. His mouth fell open but no sound came out, his head snapping back against the tiles as his nails raked uselessly across the slick wall, searching for something, anything, to hold onto. Every nerve lit up like fire, sparks bursting behind his eyelids as the thick drag of Fakhri’s cock split him wide open.
“Fuck, lubang kau ni rasa ketat gila, cinta,” Fakhri groaned, voice wrecked, his hands locking bruisingly tight around Kahar’s hips before dragging back only to slam forward again with punishing force. Water splashed off their bodies with every thrust, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing filthy in the steam-filled room.
Kahar choked on a moan, his body rocking helplessly with every brutal snap of Fakhri’s hips. His legs trembled where they rested on Fakhri’s shoulders, muscles straining as he clung to him like he’d drown otherwise. His voice finally broke free, high, desperate, and shameless. “Ri! Ri! Oh– ahh, fuck, slow–!”
“Slow?” Fakhri barked a harsh laugh, teeth bared as he fucked into him harder, faster, each thrust punching the breath right out of Kahar’s lungs. “Memang tak ah. Kau yang mintak ni sendiri.”
Kahar’s back scraped against the cold tiles with every thrust, his skin burning under the mix of water and friction. His hands finally found Fakhri’s shoulders, nails sinking in hard enough to draw raw red crescents as his body bucked under the assault. He was loud now, voice cracking on every cry, every moan bouncing in the small space.
Fakhri didn’t let up. If anything, he grew rougher, pounding into that swollen spot deep inside until Kahar was writhing, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. Fakhri’s grip shifted, one hand leaving his hip to wrap around Kahar’s throat, not tight enough to choke but firm enough to pin him, control him.
“Dengar tu? Suara kau, cinta… all mine,” Fakhri growled, fucking up into him so hard the tiles must've shuddered with every thrust.
Kahar’s voice broke into a wrecked sob, his nails dragging down Fakhri’s back as his whole body shook, overwhelmed, undone, ruined. Every slam of Fakhri’s cock drove him further into incoherence, pleasure blinding and merciless, messy cries spilling past his bitten lips as his body surrendered completely.
Fakhri’s pace only grew more violent, more chaotic, chasing the raw sounds out of him until Kahar was nothing but a trembling, crying mess clinging for dear life, every filthy sound swallowed by the steam and the slap of their bodies colliding.
Kahar’s body seized as his climax ripped through him, hot ropes of cum spraying across their stomachs and the slick tiles. His voice cracked, breaking into a cry so high-pitched it almost sounded painful, but Fakhri didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.
“Fuck– Ri, aku–!” Kahar gasped, chest heaving, cum dripping from his abs and thighs, but Fakhri was merciless.
With a growl, he wrenched one of Kahar’s trembling legs off his shoulder, bracing it at his side while keeping the other hooked high. The new angle was brutal, his cock drove in deeper, heavier, striking a spot so intense it made Kahar scream. His nails clawed down Fakhri’s arms, leaving sharp trails as his body arched and shuddered helplessly.
“Shit– kau rasa ni, cinta? Betul-betul dalam au,” Fakhri gritted out, hips pistoning with savage force, his sweat and the shower’s spray mixing as he slammed forward again and again.
Kahar’s voice was wrecked, broken sobs and moans tumbling from his lips as every thrust tore another sound out of him. He thought he was finished, thought he had nothing left to give after painting both of them in cum, but his body betrayed him with the way it was clenching, twitching, and begging for more.
Fakhri’s mouth latched onto his throat, biting down hard, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin before sucking deep bruises into his chest, his shoulders, anywhere he could reach. His growls vibrated against Kahar’s skin, feral, almost unhinged.
Kahar whimpered, his body a trembling mess pinned under Fakhri’s relentless assault. Then suddenly, something shifted. A strange, tingling pressure built low in his gut, different from the sharp snap of release he was used to. It spread hot and wild, almost unbearable, curling through him until his thighs shook violently around Fakhri’s waist.
“Ri–!” he squealed, eyes flying wide as panic mixed with pleasure, his nails digging into the hard muscle of Fakhri’s biceps. “Woi! K-kejap! Aku rasa aku nak– ahh!–”
But he never got to finish the sentence. The sensation broke like a dam, and his body convulsed violently as a sudden gush of clear liquid burst from him, spraying against Fakhri’s stomach, splattering across their thighs, splashing onto the tile with each brutal thrust.
Fakhri froze for a half second, eyes wide, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut. “Holy fuck, Kahar– kau squirt ke, sial?”
Kahar’s face was wrecked, eyes glassy and unfocused, cheeks flushed deep red as another wave hit him and more liquid spilled, spraying around them like a messy fountain. His thighs twitched, body jerking uncontrollably as the overstimulation fried his senses.
“Stop– ahhh! Ri! Tak boleh– Aku tak boleh–” he babbled, squealing as Fakhri’s cock drove even deeper, grinding mercilessly against the raw spot inside him, dragging out more of that uncontrollable release.
Fakhri’s expression twisted into something dark, almost manic, a mix of shock and pure lust. His hand gripped Kahar’s waist so hard it would bruise as he pulled out halfway only to slam back in, forcing another spray from Kahar’s body. The sight, the sound, the mess of it all lit him on fire.
“Bising gila kau ni, Kahar. Tengok ni, aku sentuh sikit je, kau dah pancut macam ni.” He growled, rutting into him harder, faster, splashing water and cum and slick everywhere.
Kahar sobbed, shaking, his body giving in completely as more clear liquid gushed out, soaking Fakhri’s abs and dripping down his thighs. His cries were high, broken, delirious, lost in the storm of overstimulation as Fakhri fucked him through it like an animal, chasing every last drop out of him.
The shower had become a filthy mess of water, cum, sweat, and Kahar’s squirts mixing on the floor, pooling around their feet. But Fakhri didn’t care. He wanted to ruin him, mark him, fuck him until he couldn’t even speak.
And judging from the way Kahar shook and screamed under him, he was already halfway there.
Fakhri’s thrusts grew harsher, more desperate, each one slamming home with a brutal wet smack that made Kahar jolt against the wall. His legs trembled where they clung around Fakhri’s waist, his voice breaking into high-pitched cries with every stroke. He was already wrecked, his eyes glassy, lips swollen, and chest heaving as streaks of cum dried across his stomach from his first release. And still, Fakhri didn’t let up.
“Fuck– Ri! Aku dah… aku dah tak larat–” Kahar whined, nails digging into Fakhri’s back, leaving stinging lines as his body convulsed under the relentless pace. He was overstimulated to the point of delirium, his insides clenching involuntarily around the thick length spearing him open, milking Fakhri without meaning to.
Fakhri grunted, jaw tight, sweat and shower spray dripping down his temple as his rhythm grew sloppy, ragged. He was close, so close, but the sight of Kahar unraveling beneath him had him holding out, savoring it, fucking into him with feral determination. His teeth sank into Kahar’s shoulder, marking him up with savage bites as his hips snapped forward again and again.
Kahar sobbed, the overstimulation burning him alive, every nerve alight as sparks shot up his spine. His cock twitched uselessly against his stomach, aching, dripping but unable to cum again. His head thrashed against the tiles, whimpers breaking into squeals as the rough drag inside him struck that raw, oversensitive spot over and over.
Then, with one final brutal slam, Fakhri buried himself to the hilt, pressing Kahar flush against the wall, his entire body shuddering. His hips jerked, stuttering as his cock pulsed deep inside. A guttural moan tore out of his throat as he came — thick, hot spurts of semen flooding Kahar’s insides in heavy bursts.
Kahar cried out, back arching off the wall as he felt it, felt every hot gush filling him, painting his walls, overflowing until slick dribbled out around the thick length still buried inside. His body clenched down hard, instinctively milking Fakhri for every last drop, his legs trembling violently as the overstimulation tipped into something unbearable.
“Ri– ahh! Please! Aku tak– tak boleh–” he wailed, voice breaking, but his walls betrayed him, spasming greedily around the cock lodged deep inside. He was shaking so hard his nails left crescents in Fakhri’s skin, his vision blurring with tears as another weak spray of clear fluid spilled from him, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
Fakhri’s groans vibrated against his throat, low and raw, hips jerking with each pulse as his orgasm dragged out, thick globs of cum pouring into Kahar until it felt endless. He ground his hips forward, deeper, making sure every drop stayed buried, even as Kahar sobbed from the intensity.
When it finally ebbed, Fakhri didn’t pull out. He held him there, pinned against the wall, still stuffed full, his cock twitching as aftershocks rippled through them both. Cum seeped out around the edges, dripping down Kahar’s thighs in messy rivulets, mixing with the shower water as it spiraled down the drain.
Kahar’s chest heaved, broken little whimpers slipping past his swollen lips, his whole body trembling from being wrung dry and overstimulated past his limit. His voice was gone, raw from screaming, but his walls still fluttered weakly around Fakhri’s length, milking every last throb as if his body refused to let go.
Fakhri smirked against his damp skin, voice hoarse as he growled into his ear, “Kan bagus kau macam ni, cinta. Tengok kau… basah, lembik, penuh dengan cum aku.”
And Kahar could only sob softly in response, wrecked, ruined, dripping with cum.