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Once it had been tossed to the floor with the majority of his own clothes, Atticus paused to take in the man in his lap.

Kai’s hair was a mess, mussed from their activities and mostly fallen from its tie, hanging just past his shoulders, the teal ends brushing along his collarbone.

Atticus twirled a bit of it in his fingers, gripping Kai’s waist with his other hand.

“You’re really pretty,” he said. Kai’s eyes went wide, a blush immediately spreading across his cheeks. Atticus grinned. “I bet it keeps people from seeing your claws right away.”

Something caught fire in the eyes staring back at him, molten amber shining as Kai surged forward, crashing into Atticus.

Teeth and tongues, biting and bruising, they pressed against one another, skin to skin.

Atticus felt as though every point of contact was sending off sparks, searing him.

Kai’s hands slipped between them, returning to Atticus’ cock, continuing what he’d started earlier.

Atticus was panting against him in moments, clutching tight, his hips bucking up into the touch. Lightning coursed through him, blazing under his skin. Atticus cried out as he came, spilling between them.

He flopped back, noting the mess he’d made all over the both of them.

“Gonna have to get you out of these now,” he said breathlessly, tugging at the fabric of Kai’s cum-soaked pants.

Kai tilted his head, eyes flicking over Atticus’ body.

He leaned forward, and Atticus watched with a little bit of awe as Kai pressed a soft kiss to his abdomen, tongue flicking out to taste the cum spilled there.

He moved lower then, ghosting his lips along the length of Atticus’ cock, ventured lower still.

And then Kai was there, tongue pressed to Atticus’ hole, teasing along the rim.

The breath whooshed out of Atticus’ lungs as he squeezed his eyes shut, loosing himself in the sensations.

Kai’s movements grew more sure, more pressing, and Atticus had to hold himself back from pushing into the feel of that warm tongue that was pressing, licking, worshiping him.

Careful fingers ran along Atticus’ stomach, gathering up a bit of the mess before slipping lower. Kai stopped whatever magical things he was doing with his mouth.

They held each other’s gaze, a cord tethering them together, not allowing either to break away. Atticus felt a wet pressure, Kai’s finger, at his hole.

“Is this okay?” Kai waited patiently for an answer.

Atticus nodded, swallowing thickly. It wasn’t like he’d never been fingered.

Sometimes that was just the fun thing to do.

But more than that? He had only ever topped during sex.

A slight bit of nervousness finally began to grab him, to shiver along his insides.

Atticus let out a sharp breath as Kai’s finger worked him before finally pressing in gently. His head fell back against the pillow as Kai used his free hand to rub soft circles along his thigh. The touch was gentle, soothing, and it helped him to relax as Kai continued to work him open.

By the time Kai had three slim fingers in him, Atticus couldn’t stop the moans that fell from his lips. His back arched as Kai pushed in deep, as he brushed lightly against just the right spot.

“Look at you,” Kai whispered. Atticus thought that he sounded a little wrecked himself, but it was hard to focus when Kai was touching him like that. Long, careful fingers spreading him open, pumping into him. “Can you turn over?”

The question broke through Atticus’ haze.

The softness of the words, the tenderness with which Kai was handling him, it wasn’t what Atticus had expected.

He had seen glimpses of something feral, something sharp and possessive, something that turned Atticus to putty in his hands.

But the way Kai handled him now, with such gentle care, it made something new and bright swell in Atticus’ chest. He smiled as Kai pulled his fingers out, turning over so that his face was down in the pillow.

“Stuff’s in the nightstand,” Atticus mumbled, voice muffled as he kept his face hidden.

Kai didn’t move for several long moments, and Atticus could feel his face heating from the way he was spread prone on the bed.

He shivered as a light touch traced along the backs of his thighs. Kai’s hand brushed over the swell of his ass, along the base of his spine, the touch worshipping and delicate.

“ Fuck ,” Kai breathed. Atticus felt a compliment somewhere in the word, and couldn’t help the tentative smile that spread across his face.

He heard a shuffle, felt the bed dip as Kai finally, finally took off his pants.

He watched Kai lean forward, hair falling around his face as he reached into the nightstand.

It felt like an eternity wrapped into a few heartbeats before Kai was pressed up against him once again.

“Ready?” Kai asked, voice soft but sure.

“Yeah,” Atticus responded, “Yes.” He couldn’t help but wiggle his hips, drawing a chuckle from the man behind him.

Kai entered him slowly, carefully. Atticus groaned at the sensation, and the way he felt so full, in more ways than one.

Every shift pushed Kai into him deeper, and every caress of the other man’s skin against his own sang through him, dancing along his veins.

By the time Kai was seated fully inside of him, Atticus’ breaths were coming quicker.

When Kai let out a low sound deep in his throat, something swelled in Atticus’ chest. He felt as though he might burst at any moment, might shatter into a million sparks, and he couldn’t think of a better way to go.

Atticus pressed back into Kai, his body seeking more, begging for more .

Soft strands of hair tickled his skin as Kai curled around him, hands bracing Atticus’ hips as soft kisses were trailed down his spine.

Atticus rocked his hips back again, giving Kai permission to move, to please fucking move .

A sharp gasp knocked loose from his lungs at Kai’s first thrust into him. It was unlike anything Atticus had ever felt before. His hands buried into his pillow, clutching so tight his knuckles burned as Kai thrust into him again, somehow hitting even deeper.

Atticus reveled in the heavy breaths he could hear coming from the man above him, the soft sounds escaping Kai, the way his hands held Atticus so steady. Kai rocked into Atticus again and again, both of them seeking more more more . Atticus’ cock was half-hard again, aching for touch.

“Try to sit up,” Kai said, something bossy in his voice that made Atticus’ cock twitch and intensified the heat burning low in his gut.

Atticus did as he was told, pushing himself up with Kai still inside of him.

Arms that were stronger than they looked wrapped around him, pulling him back until he was pressed against Kai’s chest. Kai rocked up into him, tearing a groan from Atticus.

Kai was so much smaller than him, so slight pressed against Atticus’ toned and muscled back, but his presence enveloped Atticus.

The way those arms held him, hands splayed across his stomach and chest. The way Kai pressed a cheek to his back, hot, harsh breaths ghosting across his skin and sending shivers down his spine.

Atticus felt as though he could let go of everything, felt as though Kai were giving him exactly what he needed. That bright feeling in his chest swelled even more as Kai continued to thrust up into him, slow and steady. It grew and grew, overtaking every other thought.

He groaned again as Kai wrapped a hand around his cock once more, his other hand clutching at Atticus’ chest to the point of bruising.

The strokes of his fingers matched the pace of every thrust, and Atticus could finally feel himself approaching the edge a second time.

Kai’s breaths were becoming more and more unsteady against him, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm.

Atticus cried out as he came again, less forcefully than the first time, spilling onto the bed as he relaxed backward.

Kai continued to work him through the aftershocks of his orgasm before letting out a cry of his own.

His face pressed into the crook of Atticus’ neck as he bucked up into him, moaning through his own orgasm.

Leaning forward so that Kai wouldn’t have to bear his weight, Atticus braced himself with his arms. He felt a little shaky, a haze blanketing his mind.

Kai pulled out of him, and Atticus immediately missed the sensation.

The fullness he had felt… he’d liked it more than he’d expected. Liked it a lot actually.

Maybe he would need to do some shopping online later, find something to replicate that feeling himself. Just in case there wasn’t going to be a second date.

Atticus flopped to the side, narrowly missing the mess he’d made on the bed.

He watched Kai tie off the condom before throwing it away, watched him pull the tie out of his tangled hair.

Atticus was thoroughly spent, but seeing Kai run slender fingers through his long hair, seeing the slight flush still spread across his face and chest, it made something in Atticus continue to burn.

His insides felt light, like he could maybe float away at any moment.

He really didn’t like how far away Kai was.

Shifting so that he could rip the soiled blanket off the bed and toss it to the side, Atticus scooted across the mattress, grabbing Kai’s waist and pulling him down onto the bed.

“I need to clean up,” Kai protested as Atticus pulled him against his chest. “You do too.”

Atticus latched onto him. “I’ll just wash the sheets tomorrow.” He glanced down at their tangled legs and laughed. Kai had also failed to remove all of his clothes. “Weirdo,” Atticus said as he kicked their socked feet together.

“I get cold,” Kai huffed. Atticus yanked the top sheet over them before wrapping his arms around the smaller man. Kai curled into him like a cat seeking warmth.

“That was fun,” Atticus whispered. “Next time I want you to boss me around more.”

Kai chuckled, but Atticus didn’t miss the way he tensed a little at the words. “We’ll see.” A long pause. Atticus thought that a next time might not be a sure thing. Kai’s face nestled into his chest a little more. “It was fun.”

That gave Atticus a small amount of hope. Because, as they lay there, curled together and drifting closer and closer to sleep, Atticus realized he needed that hope. Otherwise he was in trouble.

The light spreading in him, filling his chest with a fizzy, aching, wonderful sensation… it was something new. Something Atticus had never felt before.

He’d known he was falling hard for Kai even before they’d met in person.

The way they could joke with one another over texts, the fun they had paying games, everything new he continued to learn about Kai.

His interests, his endeavors. The way he would go quiet, thinking too hard about a question posed.

The way, sometimes, brilliant laughter would escape him, a sound that was so bright and happy.

But seeing Kai in person, watching him and touching him…

Atticus felt ruined. The way those amber eyes would widen if he were embarrassed, or narrow if he were annoyed, but still always glowed with a soft, sparkling light.

The way he seemed to actually find Atticus amusing, even if he rolled his eyes a lot. Atticus loved when he rolled his eyes.

The way Kai had held him so steady, had been so careful not to push Atticus toward something he didn’t want. The way he had trusted Atticus to speak up if it became too much. The glimpses of something more feral that he had shown, a side of Kai that Atticus was desperate to pull to the surface.

Atticus had already been falling hard and fast. As Kai’s breaths against his skin evened out with sleep, as the other man went limp in his arms, curled close, Atticus realized something he didn’t really want to admit, even to himself.

It seemed as though, maybe, it had only taken one night for him to begin to fall in love.