[ for once, asking is enough to win what he wants. he can feel the way nikolai tenses and relaxes, preparing to leave, to stay, to blow out the fire he lit all over again. kaz, not brekker. a good sign, a terrible one. he thinks about admitting that he needed nikolai in the water, at the inn, and about nikolai admitting that he needs kaz, too, in this cave. whatever hope a half-dead boy has left inside him, nikolai can have. no one else has the strength to take it, anyway. i’m here pushes out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. the kiss that chases it tastes sweeter, like a victory, until he ruins it himself. but there’s the laugh.
he kisses the fever in the hollow of nikolai’s throat, anxious for it to spread higher, to stain his tanned skin. a scrape of teeth wills it to do so, before nikolai steers them back into a kiss that makes him groan, lips parting so nikolai can have whatever he wants. even better are the sounds hushed into his ear, crackling down his spine. he swallows as many as he can, but his own hiccuping gasps disrupt his efforts. you’re good dislodges a sharper noise in his throat.
this time, when nikolai takes him in his mouth, kaz jerks and cries out — a sound that reverbs back in the cave, starker than anything up to this point. doesn’t come then and there but it’s a near thing, only thrown off by nikolai abruptly letting him go moments prior. heart thunderous, his thighs spread instinctively to accommodate nikolai again. the wild thought that he belongs there, that everything between his legs is for nikolai, recurs. what does he do with his hands again? kaz refuses to hide his face, but he’s tempted. colour splashed from his cheeks to his chest, his cracked open features alight on nikolai, more debauched than anything he could have imagined previously, with his limited resources. the demand should smart, it does, but it also heats him from the inside out. and there’s the immolation, melting the resistance in his muscles. he nods without meaning to, a quick, repeated motion that’s more desperate than anything he could have said. as soon as nikolai offers his hand, kaz grasps it like he means to haul him to safety or hang on for dear life, fingers curled around his wrist. ]
Nikolai. [ pleading, the emphasis in all the wrong places. he remembers that he can tangle his hand in nikolai’s hair at the exact moment he does it, carding back the waves hiding his glittering hazel eyes. kaz wants to watch more than anything, but he can’t, holding that image in his mind as his eyes screw shut, head tipping back. ] Fuck, Nikolai.
[ his climax rebuilds, quick and intense, voice cracking over another attempt at nikolai’s name. kaz comes hard, sunlight flashing behind his eyelids. a rock of his hips off the ground, into the clutch of nikolai’s mouth, his safe grip. his cock pulses in time with the waves of pleasure crashing over him. he knows that nikolai won’t stop until it seems like too much — and kaz finds he wouldn’t want him too — allowing a whimper to escape his teeth. even when nikolai relents, he struggles to catch his breath, chest visibly working, expression near-awestruck at the sight of nikolai above him.
he adjusts their grip into a proper clasp, tugging their linked hands to draw nikolai up and over him before letting go. hitching up on his elbows, kaz moves the hand in his hair to fist in his shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss, so he can taste himself again and suck on nikolai’s tongue. palm flattening against nikolai’s chest, leg hooking around him to grind him close, burning with oversensitivity at the contact but repeating the motion regardless — he knows what that means, what he wants even if he’s never committed it to fantasy. another day, if nikolai will allow him that close again.
an idea jolts the dizzyingly attractive blur of mouth to mouth, skin to skin, into focus. kaz musters the leverage to push nikolai onto his back, more secure in their previous position. his mouth cracks a lop-sided grin, as wild as he was on the beach, when he finally takes nikolai in hand, smearing precome down the length of his cock and working him over with ruthless, precise movements. he slides the tight circle of his fingers down to fondle his balls, to brush the sensitive space behind them. ]
You were so good. Perfect. [ a rush of words, light-headed after his orgasm. he initiates a bitey kiss and resumes jacking his hand, a slick, relentless glide. ] Let go. I'll take care of you.
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he kisses the fever in the hollow of nikolai’s throat, anxious for it to spread higher, to stain his tanned skin. a scrape of teeth wills it to do so, before nikolai steers them back into a kiss that makes him groan, lips parting so nikolai can have whatever he wants. even better are the sounds hushed into his ear, crackling down his spine. he swallows as many as he can, but his own hiccuping gasps disrupt his efforts. you’re good dislodges a sharper noise in his throat.
this time, when nikolai takes him in his mouth, kaz jerks and cries out — a sound that reverbs back in the cave, starker than anything up to this point. doesn’t come then and there but it’s a near thing, only thrown off by nikolai abruptly letting him go moments prior. heart thunderous, his thighs spread instinctively to accommodate nikolai again. the wild thought that he belongs there, that everything between his legs is for nikolai, recurs. what does he do with his hands again? kaz refuses to hide his face, but he’s tempted. colour splashed from his cheeks to his chest, his cracked open features alight on nikolai, more debauched than anything he could have imagined previously, with his limited resources. the demand should smart, it does, but it also heats him from the inside out. and there’s the immolation, melting the resistance in his muscles. he nods without meaning to, a quick, repeated motion that’s more desperate than anything he could have said. as soon as nikolai offers his hand, kaz grasps it like he means to haul him to safety or hang on for dear life, fingers curled around his wrist. ]
Nikolai. [ pleading, the emphasis in all the wrong places. he remembers that he can tangle his hand in nikolai’s hair at the exact moment he does it, carding back the waves hiding his glittering hazel eyes. kaz wants to watch more than anything, but he can’t, holding that image in his mind as his eyes screw shut, head tipping back. ] Fuck, Nikolai.
[ his climax rebuilds, quick and intense, voice cracking over another attempt at nikolai’s name. kaz comes hard, sunlight flashing behind his eyelids. a rock of his hips off the ground, into the clutch of nikolai’s mouth, his safe grip. his cock pulses in time with the waves of pleasure crashing over him. he knows that nikolai won’t stop until it seems like too much — and kaz finds he wouldn’t want him too — allowing a whimper to escape his teeth. even when nikolai relents, he struggles to catch his breath, chest visibly working, expression near-awestruck at the sight of nikolai above him.
he adjusts their grip into a proper clasp, tugging their linked hands to draw nikolai up and over him before letting go. hitching up on his elbows, kaz moves the hand in his hair to fist in his shirt, dragging him in for a harsh kiss, so he can taste himself again and suck on nikolai’s tongue. palm flattening against nikolai’s chest, leg hooking around him to grind him close, burning with oversensitivity at the contact but repeating the motion regardless — he knows what that means, what he wants even if he’s never committed it to fantasy. another day, if nikolai will allow him that close again.
an idea jolts the dizzyingly attractive blur of mouth to mouth, skin to skin, into focus. kaz musters the leverage to push nikolai onto his back, more secure in their previous position. his mouth cracks a lop-sided grin, as wild as he was on the beach, when he finally takes nikolai in hand, smearing precome down the length of his cock and working him over with ruthless, precise movements. he slides the tight circle of his fingers down to fondle his balls, to brush the sensitive space behind them. ]
You were so good. Perfect. [ a rush of words, light-headed after his orgasm. he initiates a bitey kiss and resumes jacking his hand, a slick, relentless glide. ] Let go. I'll take care of you.