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Alex scoffed. “Yeah. Definitely hated how flustered you made me. Your smiles, your laughter kept ringing in my head, even if I was convinced you were mocking me. I didn’t know how to handle you.

Then, you found me crying. And you didn’t laugh, didn’t mock me, you just sat there quietly with me. It was so comforting.”

Timi’s heart inflated. “I’ll be damned.”

Alex’s tongue resumed drawing stripes from his neck, down his chest, and when his warm mouth closed over his nipple, Timi let out a long sigh of pure bliss, hands cradling his cheeks as he suckled strongly, forgetting everything but the pleasure Alex brought him.

“Kainye,” he whispered, breathless with wonder.

“Eyi,” Alex returned, voice husky with matching astonishment.

They took turns licking and sucking every inch of their bodies till Timi got so wound tight, he feared one finger placed on his dick would have him explode. So, when Alex slid a lubed finger into his hole, and bent to draw his painful erection into his mouth, Timi pulled away on a groan.

“Let's do it,” he said. “I want you inside me.”

Alex's eyes found his. They'd grown so limpid; they seemed to sparkle with unshed tears. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to do me first.”

Timi cradled his cheek, shame gone with the wind. “I came prepared. Won't you fuck your Eyi, Kainye? Won't you push your dick inside him and make him fall apart from how well you pound him?”

Something twisted in Alex's face, and Timi found himself held down to the bed by a hand pressing into his throat and another wrapped around his dick. He smiled at Alex, despite the heavy arousal gushing through him.

“Yes, yes. Just like that. ”

Alex stared at him for a moment, then he raised Timi's legs till they caged his head and slid a finger into him.

With the extra lube and the earlier ministrations, it went in freely.

Too freely. Timi needed that painful drag.

And as if hearing his unspoken plea, Alex began pushing a second finger in.

Timi held his breath as the ring of muscle protested the intrusion.

But Alex persisted. Pushing. Withdrawing.

Pushing in again, till it slid through. Then, he tried with the third.

“Try and relax,” Alex whispered. Timi opened his eyes to find Alex watching him intently.

But as he opened his mouth to say he was, Alex's third finger slid in, and Timi let out a gasp.

He felt full. Painfully and deliciously stuffed.

Then, Alex began thrusting his fingers, and the pain ebbed, leaving only a pleasant fullness.

After a while, Alex paused, bent and drew Timi's slightly flagged erection into his mouth.

Timi's hips jerked at the wet heat, mouth emitting a deep moan.

Alex's fingers began working him. Going in when he pulled up and dragging out when he sucked him back in. The contrasting movement caused confusion within Timi, and soon a frustration had him pressing down impatiently on Alex’s fingers, demanding for more.

Then, Alex found a rhythm. Fingers stabbing that place and sending electrifying pleasure through Timi.

The fullness in his ass connected to the warm heat swallowing his dick was agonising.

The feeling bore on him, steady and relentless yet not enough to get him there.

He wanted…he needed more. He pressed down on Alex's fingers, and soon the pleasure began to build, spreading through, a rush of spiralling sensations. Then, everything abruptly ceased.

Moaning a protest, he opened his eyes to find Alex spurting lube on his painfully erect dick and smearing it around.

He watched, mouth dry with anticipation and dread.

How was he going to fit in? But more than his fear of being torn apart, was the fear of Alex not fully coming home where he'd always belonged.

Alex raised Timi's legs once more and settled between them. He positioned his hips till his blunt head poked Timi's entrance.

“Are you ready?” Alex rasped. Sweat dotted his forehead, and a sweet grimace was slowly taking form on his face. Timi wanted to watch that face as he slid home, and he nodded, trying not to analyse the mechanics of such a big thing entering that small hole.

Then, Alex was pushing in. Slowly and hesitantly.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said.

He gripped Alex's hair, gaze intent on his face. “I love you,” he whispered. “God, how I love you.”

Alex's whole frame buckled. Fiery brown eyes burned into his, as he pressed in further. Timi tried not to clench his ass or grit his teeth against the burning fullness. Time stood still as Alex moved in slowly. When an urge to adjust his hips gripped Timi, he didn’t resist, and Alex sank deeply to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck,” Alex whimpered. “Fucking fuck.” His face had become a perfect mask of delicious agony, his mouth hanging open as he tried taking steady breaths. He withdrew, then pushed back in on a guttural moan. Again, and again.

Timi couldn't tell which was undoing him more.

That face or the painful drag of Alex deep inside him.

He finally understood the spirituality of sex, as he bit his lips to stop himself from bursting into tongues.

It wasn't only his ass that felt full to the brim.

His stomach too. His heart and his head.

After fifteen years of wandering aimlessly, he was finally home.

Alex had begun to thrust in earnest. Emitting sounds unlike Timi had ever heard. He sounded desperate as he buried his face into Timi's neck, his hips hitting hard against Timi's thighs. Then, wetness began dripping down Timi's neck, and the sounds became clearer.

He cradled the back of Alex's head and lifted it up.

The sight that met him sent alarm through the painful pleasure.

Alex's face was a mess. Eyes wet. Nose blotchy.

He was full-out crying. He didn't stop thrusting, but his movements had become uncoordinated, his hands trembling as they gripped Timi's hair.

Timi slid his hands over Alex's waist to hold him still, his heart breaking. “Baby. What is it?”

And Alex, his ever-composed stoic Alex, began blabbering.

“I…I thought I'll never have this again.

Never see you. I s…searched. Your name. Online.

Nothing. You were somewhere I couldn't reach, enduring all the pain.

I coul dn't help. But this is you…you're here…

we are together again. I'm inside you and you're so tight, so warm, so mine, I never want to leave.

You love me…and I…I…can't live without you anymore.”

Timi’s heart exploded. He brought Alex's face down to rest his tongue against the salty sweet stream. “Oh, baby. I'm happy. You make me so happy. Kainye, can you forgive me? For regretting you and not recognising you?”

“I love you, my darling,” Alex whispered. “So much, I can barely breathe.”

Timi grabbed his muscled ass and pushed him in. “Then, show me. Fuck me till all I'll ever feel is you.”

And he did. Thrusting in and out till he was all Timi could feel and hear and smell and taste.

The frictional drag against his inner walls that barely hurt anymore.

The emptiness when he slid out and the fullness when he slammed back in.

Moistness creaming their point of contact.

The lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, and tortured groans perforating thin walls.

His lemony scent drowning Timi's senses.

The salty taste of his skin as Timi bit into his shoulder.

Alex pulled the pillow from underneath Timi’s head, but before his head fell flat on the bed, he caught him and dragged him up into a kiss, a hand encircling his throat. The change of position caused him to go in deeper, and his thick head brushed against that place.

Stars exploded behind his eyes at the fresh barrage of pleasure.

He released his cries inside Alex's mouth and Alex sucked them in greedily, tightening his hand around Timi's throat.

Alex's thrusts were punishing, rhythm erratic.

And when Timi struggled to open his eyes, it was to find semi-lidded eyes gazing at him like he was a fulfilment of an implausible wish.

Every pleasure he felt taking Timi carved into his beautiful face.

Feeling the battering pleasure pushing him to the edge, Timi reached for his dick lying abandoned on his stomach.

As much as he didn't want this to end, he couldn't bear the onslaught of pleasure anymore.

He had to come. But his hand barely made contact, before Alex released him back into the pillows, and pushed Timi's hand aside.

Then, Timi was enveloped in slick heat. Alex slowed his thrusts, hand stroking him, hips trying to find a rhythm.

Timi tensed with breathless trepidation, wondering what would happen if Alex did find that seamless rhythm.

He did.

Pleasure tore through him, stinging his eyes in the process.

Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, as the pressure in his hole and around his dick merged into a single movement.

Alex dropped all propriety, slamming into him with all the finesse of a drunk bull.

Gasping Timi's name on repeat. And on one perfectly timed hard thrust against the inner nub, a strong pull of his leaking hardness, and a hand squeezing his throat, frightening red-hot pleasure whitened out his senses.

Stuck in this realm of mind-bending ecstasy, he continued jerking furiously, spilling endlessly all over his stomach. Even when he stopped coming, the shocks remained, hitting him at intervals, his body trembling.

Alex must have reached his height about the same time, because he held Timi throughout, muttering unintelligible words into Timi's hair. He may have heard love or please don't leave me, but he was too far gone to be sure, and soon the world grew dark.