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Although Akk’s finals were fast approaching and he had more productive pursuits he should be focusing on, he hadn’t been able to think about anything except fucking Aye all day long. In his defense, he’d been conditioned to it. Over the past year, Aye had taught him that the best way to manage his stress was to fuck it out of his system—and that had worked great. For a while. But now his system associated stress with orgasms and he was spending valuable study time luring his boyfriend into his bed.

But there were worse fates.

That night, as it turned out, Akk didn’t even have the patience to make it to the bed. Aye was barely inside his apartment door before Akk shoved him down onto the living room couch and covered his lips with his. Aye didn’t seem surprised by his urgency. He smirked into the kiss, tangled his fingers in Akk’s hair a little harder than was strictly necessary, and kissed him breathless.

In no time at all, Akk’s pants had been undone and Aye was reaching inside of them, snaking his hand down the front of Akk’s boxers, touching him exactly where he longed to be touched, when suddenly—

“Oh god. This again? Seriously?!” Akk sprang off of Aye immediately, but Kan, it seemed, was not done berating them. “I can’t live like this, Akk!” he cried, kicking the front door closed with a loud bang. “You’ve got a bedroom. Why can’t you use it? I’ve seen your dick more times this month than my own boyfriend’s!”

Akk finished tucking himself back into his pants and looked to Aye for help, but Aye, apparently, couldn’t even be bothered to sit up. He was still sprawled lazily against the pillows as if he expected Akk to return to him at any moment. He was clearly content to let Akk handle Kan on his own. Again.

“I thought you were at Thua’s!” Akk cried.

“That was last night!” Kan snapped back, walking hastily towards his own room with a hand half-covering his eyes. Akk thought he was being just a little bit dramatic.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It won’t happen again.”

“I know it won’t,” Kan agreed, now so far down the hallway that he was having to yell to be heard. “Because next time, I’m going to dump a bucket of cold water on you like a dog in heat.”

Before Akk could argue that a verbal warning would be more than sufficient, Kan slammed his bedroom door shut and Aye burst out laughing.

“Thanks,” Akk said, deadpan. “You were a lot of help there.”

“Oh,” Aye cooed, finally sitting up so that he could pinch Akk’s cheeks playfully. Akk tried to swat him away, but Aye was faster. “You know, this is why you should move in with me.”

Akk scoffed. That had been a constant argument between them for the past year. Aye had wanted to move in together right after their high school graduation, but Akk hadn’t been ready then. Things had been going so well between them and he hadn’t wanted to ruin it by moving too fast. He’d moved in with Kan instead and neither of them had known a day of peace since.

“Excuse me, but that was your fault,” Akk said.

“My fault?!” Aye laughed. “How do you figure that? You’re the one who invited me over here! You’re the one who kissed me first!”

“You’re the one who took my pants off when we’re supposed to be studying!”

“Akk, honey, we both know you didn’t call me over here at eleven o’clock on a school night to ‘study.’ You called me over here to fuck.”

“I did no such thing!”

“Really? Because it’s been three days and that’s about your limit.”

“It is not!” Akk snapped. Was it? He honestly didn’t know. They’d definitely gone longer than three days before, but it was never by choice—usually only when Akk was visiting family out of town or one of them was sick—but it was true that since they’d started sleeping together, he could count the number of times they’d gone longer than three days on one hand. He could remember each instance vividly. He wasn’t about to admit that, though. “It might be your limit.”

“You can pretend you’re not obsessed with me all you want,” Aye said with a smirk, “but I guarantee I can last longer without sex than you can.”

“Then prove it!”

Akk wasn’t sure what had possessed him to say that. He’d always been spurred on by competition—especially against Aye, for whom it was like foreplay—but this was one competition he wasn’t sure he could win. Wasn’t sure he even wanted to win.

Aye, however, looked impressed by the offer. He scooted as far back on the couch as he could so that he and Akk were no longer touching. “Okay then. I will.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Akk said, the regret instantly sinking in. He grabbed Aye by the waist and pulled him all the way into his lap. Aye laughed, throwing his arms around Akk’s neck, and it was the most magical sound. Like happiness. Or spring.

“Giving in so soon?” he asked, nuzzling his nose against Akk’s affectionately.

“We don’t have to start tonight!” Akk argued because he needed him right now. Desperately. “Wouldn’t it be better to start tomorrow? Get it out of our systems first and then—”

“That would be cheating,” Aye said, booping him on the nose like a disobedient kitten. And then, upon noticing what was very likely a look of dread on Akk’s face, he added, “If you want to fuck me, I’m more than willing, but you have to ask for it. You have to admit that I was right.”

Akk wasn’t willing to do that. He wasn’t willing to admit defeat. Not yet. He dropped his forehead down onto Aye’s shoulder and groaned.

What had he gotten himself into?

Akk’s first test came the very next morning. He woke up already hard, spooning Aye from behind, and his hips started moving on instinct, thrusting against his boyfriend’s body. The move was practiced and familiar and Aye responded to it the way he always did: by wrapping Akk’s arms around him tighter and pushing back against him, silently letting him know that he was awake. That he was ready.

Akk was just about to roll Aye over to face him when Aye did it himself. He cradled Akk’s face in his hands, threw a leg over Akk’s hip to force them closer, and then reached between them to stroke Akk’s hardness. Akk moaned, already close.

“Akk, baby?” Aye whispered, so close that the words felt warm against his skin.

“Hm?”

“Have you forgotten our bet?”

God fucking dammit.

Akk groaned and pushed Aye away. Aye laughed giddily as Akk angrily climbed out of bed—still hard and very much wanting.

“Wait. Where are you going?” Aye cried. “Come back! I’ll give you a blow job!”

But Akk was too proud to give in just yet. He went into the bathroom and took a very cold shower instead.

“If we’re actually going to do this, what are the rules?” Akk asked a little while later as the two of them, now fully dressed and no longer aroused—at least not noticeably—sat in the kitchen eating breakfast.

“Rules?” Aye asked with a laugh. “I wasn’t aware there were rules. The first one who asks for sex loses. It’s not that hard.”

“But what counts as sex?”

“Oral sex is sex,” Aye said in the same monotone voice Akk’s health and wellness teacher once had.

“But can we kiss? Can we orgasm? If we both just lay in bed and jerk off next to each other, does that count?” His voice grew increasingly panicked the longer he spoke. This was inhumane. Why had he done this to himself?

“No sex. No orgasms. No masturbation,” Aye said and then he grabbed Akk by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a peck on the lips. “Yes kissing.”

It was worse than Akk had imagined. No masturbation? Was Aye trying to kill him? He opened his mouth to negotiate better terms, but before he could say anything, there was a groan behind them. They turned to find Kan standing in the kitchen doorway.

“What kind of kinky sex game am I an unwilling participant in now?” he asked.

Aye didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. “We’re just trying to improve your living conditions—that’s all.”

Kan looked very much like he doubted this.

Akk was used to having sex multiple times per week. Sometimes multiple times per day. To go from that to nothing? He wasn’t handling it well.

His first sign that something was off was that he was no longer reacting to Aye’s touch the way he used to. Whereas before, Aye would put his hand on Akk’s knee as they ate lunch on campus and it would be fine—comforting, even—now it made him feel manic. It made him want to whisk Aye away to an empty classroom and take him right then and there. Every touch, every feeling, every sound was magnified. Knowing that Akk couldn’t have him only made him want him more.

Aye, however, seemed totally unaffected. For him, it was as if nothing had changed. He still reached for Akk’s hand when they walked side-by-side, still buried his face in Akk’s neck when he laughed, still chose to sit on Akk’s lap even when there were actual seats available. The sound of his voice, the touch of his skin, the smell of his body threatened to overwhelm Akk. He felt like an addict, but he didn’t care.

That night when Aye invited him over, Akk went even though he knew it was a bad idea. His assumption was correct because it took less than ten minutes from walking through the door before Akk had Aye splayed out underneath him on the bed. He was kissing him with a hunger that needed to be sated—kissing him with no intention to stop. Damn the bet. He was desperate. He would let Aye win if only it meant he could have him. So he reached for the front of Aye’s pants, more than ready to admit defeat, but to his surprise, Aye stopped him.

“Baby,” Aye said, his tone dripping a sort of amused disappointment. “It’s only been a day. You can last longer than that.”

Akk wanted to remind him that it hadn’t only been a day—it had also been three days before. He wanted to remind him that sometimes, when the stress got to be too much, Aye’s body was the only thing that kept him sane. He wanted to remind him that without him, Akk was nothing. But then he looked into Aye’s sparkling eyes and he realized this wasn’t just a matter of pride for him. It was a game and he was having fun. He didn’t want it to be over just yet.

Akk sighed heavily and collapsed down onto the bed next to him. “Fine,” he griped. “But I’m not happy about it.”

“I know you’re not, baby,” Aye said, smiling widely. “I know.”

The next morning, Akk woke up hard again, but this time, he was alone in the bed. He wasn’t sure whether that was better or worse. He could hear the shower running from the next room, so he just lay there, determinedly not touching himself, and willed his boner to go away.

He heard the water turn off, but didn’t think much of it. Not until Aye walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel.

His skin was flushed red from his shower, his hair still wet. He looked right at Akk and smirked.

“Good morning,” he said.

“‘Morning,” Akk greeted warily. Something seemed off…

He realized what it was when Aye unwrapped the towel and let it drop to the floor.

He did it casually while standing in front of his closet, rifling through clothes, but although Akk had seen him do this same thing probably a hundred times before, there was a different weight to it now that he couldn’t touch. Now that he couldn’t pull Aye back into bed and dry him with his lips. Now that he couldn’t coyly suggest they both be late for class.

It felt, in all honesty, like that day at Suppalo when he had gone over to Aye’s house to study and Aye had stripped right there in front of him. He felt that same surge of longing coupled with impotence. His hands were tied and Aye knew it.

He clenched his fists tight as he watched Aye dress himself, but his desire didn’t go away even once his body was covered. In fact, it worsened. He wanted nothing more than to rip Aye’s clothes off and spend the morning making much overdo love to him in the way he deserved. But Aye didn’t want that. He had made that clear the night before.

So when Aye walked over to the bed and gave Akk a quick peck on the lips, Akk didn’t dare ask for anything more, worried he might lose control of himself.

“I’ll go fix breakfast while you get ready,” Aye said. And then, with a wink, he was gone.

It took Akk three long days to realize he was approaching this situation all wrong. For three days, he had been on the defensive, blocking Aye’s attacks, but not parrying them back. It wasn’t fair that he had to suffer alone. So when Kan invited him to play basketball, Akk agreed.

Although Akk had chosen more noble pursuits in high school than sports, he had always been athletic. Fitness came naturally to him—and he had learned over the past couple years that Aye liked that it did. He had drunkenly told Akk once that he had realized he was falling in love with him for the first time when Akk slammed him into a judo mat, sweaty and smirking, and now, it was a trigger for him. He couldn’t look at a sweaty Akk and not fall a little more in love.

So Akk agreed to meet Kan at the basketball court because he knew Aye was already there, keeping Thua company in the stands.

He played until he was breathless and sweaty and he could feel Aye staring at him the whole time, but only once they were wrapping up—gathering their things and wiping the sweat from their bodies—did he make his way down from the bleachers.

“Showing off for me?” he asked, his nose thrown into the air as if to make himself appear taller.

“Maybe a little,” Akk said with a smile. “Come here. I’ll teach you how to shoot.”

“Oh, no. I don’t want—”

But Akk wouldn’t take no for an answer. He grabbed a ball and his boyfriend and dragged them both into the center of the court.

“Akk, I don’t need to learn how to play basketball,” Aye protested, but when Akk handed him the ball, he took it and raised his arms into a shooting position obediently. Akk stepped behind him and wrapped a hand around his waist under the guide of fixing his stance.

“Stop it,” Aye whined, but he leaned back against him anyway. “You’re sweaty.”

Akk buried his sweaty face in Aye’s neck and whispered, “Don’t lie. You like it.”

He felt the effect his words had on Aye. Despite the heat, the boy shivered. Without waiting for any further instruction, he shot the ball towards the hoop and then, in one smooth motion, spun around in Akk’s arms, pressed up onto his tiptoes, and kissed him. Akk heard the ball hit the ground in the distance, but he no longer cared where it landed. Aye kissed him until the sound of the ball bouncing faded away.

“Not fair,” he grumbled. “You know how hot you look when you work out.”

“At least I’m wearing clothes.”

“Sweaty ones,” Aye agreed and as if the words had reminded him of the state of Akk’s body, he began to squirm out of his grip. “Let me go. You need to shower. You’re disgusting.”

“Want to join me?” Akk teased.

There was a pause as if Aye was actually considering it, but then he shook his head as if frantically trying to rid it of dirty thoughts. “No,” he said, taking a giant step backwards. “I do not.”

“Are you sure?” Akk asked, stepping closer.

“Yes,” Aye said, but he didn’t sound it. He took another step back. Akk took another step forward. “Stop following me! You, stay over there!”

“What if I don’t want to?” One last step forward…

“No!” Aye cried and then he took off running, but Akk’s legs were longer and he was already warmed up for the chase. He reached Aye in seconds and scooped him up into his arms as both of them laughed.

“So, what about that shower?” Akk asked again, his lips so close to Aye’s that the words took form against his mouth. Aye leaned in, placed a feather soft kiss on his lips…and then freed himself by smacking Akk upside the head.

“You shall not win!” he cried, running towards the parking lot. Akk smirked and followed him.

Since Plan A had failed, Akk turned to Plan B instead. This one was riskier and took a bit of time to set into motion, but it had never once, in all the time they had been together, failed to get him laid. The only sure-fire way he knew to turn Aye on was to pick a fight with him.

Admittedly, Aye was much better at this than Akk. He knew how to strike that perfect balance between annoying and alluring. Knew how to rile Akk up just enough that he was heated, but not angry. Knew exactly what buttons to push to make Akk want to take his frustrations out on the mattress. Unlike Aye, Akk had never picked a fight with his boyfriend on purpose, but desperate times called for desperate measures…

They were at Aye’s apartment and they were supposed to be studying—ironically, the moratorium on sex actually had been good for Akk’s grades—but Akk had other plans.

“I’m bored,” he pouted from his spot on Aye’s bed. Aye, who was busy working at his desk, didn’t even look up. “Pay attention to me.”

“Akk, honey, I have to finish this,” Aye said, a trace of annoyance finally creeping into his voice. It was the third time Akk had asked and the third time he’d been rejected. He was honestly a bit surprised Aye hadn’t caught on to what he was doing by now but, of course, there was no precedent for it. His guard was down.

Akk had learned from the best.

“Just take a five-minute break,” he begged. Aye’s desk was close enough to the bed that if Akk scooted right to the edge, he could wrap his arms around Aye’s shoulders from behind. So he did. Aye immediately huffed out a frustrated sigh.

“I already told you. I can’t,” Aye said, throwing Akk’s arms off of him without looking. “I told you if you came over, we had to study. I wasn’t kidding.”

“But I don’t want to study. And you need to take a break. Here, why don’t I—?”

Aye was right in the middle of typing a sentence when Akk reached over him and plucked his laptop off the desk.

“Hey!” Aye cried. He was angry this time—rightfully so. Akk couldn’t believe he’d had the audacity to do that, even if only for a joke, but it was done now and he had to continue to act his part. “Give that back! This isn’t a game. I’ve got shit to do!”

Akk ran around the bed as Aye chased him and when he jumped onto it, Aye did too, and then they were just laying there, one on top of the other, breathing hard. The anger drained from Aye’s eyes and in its place arose a familiar hunger.

“Oh,” he said as if it had finally occurred to him what Akk was doing.

“Sorry,” Akk said with a smirk. “I won’t bother you anymore.” But Aye didn’t move. He just continued to stare. And then, as if overwhelmed by his own indecision, he cried out in frustration before kissing Akk on the lips.

It was an angry kiss—hard and unyielding—and before Akk had really even had a chance to kiss back, Aye climbed off of him.

“You’re not playing fair!” he said, his nose adorably pink.

Akk propped himself up on his elbows. “I was under the impression there were no rules here.”

Aye let out another scream of frustration, picked his abandoned laptop up off of the bed, and stomped towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Akk asked with a laugh.

“I just can’t with you right now,” Aye said, storming from the room.

“But this is your house!” Akk called after him.

Aye threw his nose into the air and continued on his way as if he hadn’t heard Akk at all.

It had been seven days since the start of their bet—ten since they had last had sex—and instead of lazing around at home, giving in to their baser desires, Akk and Aye were on their way to a film showcase for one of Wat’s classes.

“The turn’s right up there,” Kan said, sticking his head into the front seat between them so that he could point.

“I know,” Akk snapped more forcibly than the situation called for. He had reached a point where he was more horny than human and he had been snappish for days.

“Oh-kay then, jeez,” Kan grumbled, returning to his seat. “I forgot how annoying you are when you aren’t getting any.”

Akk glared at him through the rearview mirror and pointedly ignored Aye smirking in the passenger seat.

If Akk was being honest, he’d been to more of these film screenings in the past year than he really cared to. He found them pretentious at best, horribly boring at worst, and although Wat had worked on the films, he was only one of many crew members. The movies were not his. But still, Akk didn’t complain (out loud). He sat in the back row with Aye, Kan, and Thua as the lights went down.

Immediately, he realized there was a problem.

Usually, he wouldn’t be aroused by simply sitting next to his boyfriend in the dark, but the past week certainly hadn’t been usual and for days, as soon as darkness fell and he was alone with his thoughts, all he could think about was Aye’s body pressed against his. About fucking inside of him and claiming him as his own after too many long nights apart. He was thinking about it again now, only this time, he wasn’t alone. He was in a room full of people.

As if Aye could sense just how close Akk was to breaking—how close he was to winning—he reached for Akk’s hand. And now, it wasn’t just the darkness affecting him. It was the feel of Aye’s warm skin against his. Akk was hard and desperate and he didn’t care about the bet anymore. If he didn’t have Aye right that moment, he thought he might die.

His heart was racing as he leaned in and whispered, “I give up. You win. Now let’s get out of here. Please.”

This time, Aye didn’t question him, didn’t try to get him to last longer. Akk hoped it was because he was right on the edge of breaking, too. Without a word, he stood and, hand still in Akk’s, led him from the theater.

Akk was still aware enough to hear Kan mutter, “Seriously? It’s a documentary about tapeworms” as they slipped from the row.

They barely made it out of the building before Akk pushed Aye against a wall and kissed him the way he hadn’t allowed himself to for a week: with purpose.

“I thought—you would—never give in,” Akk said between kisses, pressing his hardness against Aye’s body so that he could feel his desperation.

“I wouldn’t have lasted much longer,” Aye admitted and then stood on his tiptoes to whisper in Akk’s ear, “I miss the feel of you inside of me.”

Akk growled and forced himself to take a step back because they were on campus and there were people all around. “Car. Now,” he said, grabbing Aye’s hand and pulling him across the parking lot. Aye smirked and followed him.

It was only once they were buckled safely into their respective seats that Aye was far enough away for Akk to think clearly. “Okay, new plan,” he said, his breath still coming in rapid pants. “Old bet is off. New bet is whoever comes first loses.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Aye agreed and then reached over, still tangled in the confines of his seatbelt, and undid Akk’s pants. It was such an odd place go be undressed that Akk didn’t realize what was happening until Aye leaned over and took him into his mouth.

“What’re you—?” Akk started, but then he felt the warm, wet heat wrapped around him and got lost in the sensation. He collapsed back into his seat, his legs spread wide, and suddenly he didn’t care about the bet or the fact that there were other people in the parking lot. All he cared about was the feel of Aye’s mouth on him.

“We can’t do this here,” he said, although the protest was half-hearted and he made no moves to stop him. He could feel Aye smirking around his dick before he pulled off with an audible pop.

“Well then,” he said. “I guess you better drive.”

It took several seconds for Akk to read the meaning of the words in his eyes. “Oh, no. No, no, no,” Akk said, shaking his head. “Not unless you want me to kill us both.”

“What if I promise to be gentle?” Aye said, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Aye.”

“Akk.”

“Aye.”

Seeming to sense that eyelashes alone weren’t going to win him this one, Aye took to pouting instead. “Can’t we at least try?” he begged. “Every time we’ve been in this car for the past week, all I’ve wanted to do was go down on you.”

There was something about the vulnerability it took to admit that. Something about how Akk had been fantasizing about it, too.

“Fine,” he said, turning the car on and backing out of the lot before he became too incapacitated to do so. “But I hope you know that if we die while you’re giving me road head, we’re both going straight to hell.”

“Well, at least we’ll be together.”

As Aye had promised, he was gentle—almost too gentle—doing nothing but massaging Akk’s balls until he had navigated out onto the main road. Only then did he take him back into his mouth.

It was an odd sort of sensation, getting your dick sucked while you were driving—exhilarating and terrifying and reckless—but Aye didn’t push him too far. He didn’t even try to make him come. It was as if he was simply savoring the taste. Akk kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of Aye’s head, guiding him.

Akk’s apartment was closest so that’s where he drove them, but even once he pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine, Aye didn’t stop. He just climbed out of his seatbelt so that he could swallow him down farther. Akk laid back and let himself enjoy it. He wanted to come just like this—shaded in darkness, more public than they’d ever been—but his pride would not let him.

He pushed Aye away. “Bedroom,” he said. It was all he had the patience for, but Aye didn’t seem to mind the interruption. He smirked, his lips swollen. “Lead the way.”

As soon as Akk’s apartment door shut behind them, they were kissing, leaving a trail of clothes behind as they made their way to Akk’s bed. And once they were there, both naked and hard, neither of them seemed to be able to stop kissing long enough to do anything more, but Akk thought he might die if he finished anywhere other than inside Aye, so finally, he grabbed his shoulders and pinned him to the bed.

“Stay,” he said.

Aye looked unimpressed by the command, but he obeyed, and Akk found himself momentarily dumbfounded as he stared down at him. Aye was breathing heavily and was just as aroused as Akk despite the lack of stimulation. There was precome already pooled in his navel.

“I need to be inside you,” Akk begged.

Aye cheekily raised his knees, exposing his hole, and said, “Then you better get to work.”

Akk’s mouth was on his rim in seconds and he could tell that it surprised Aye because he let out a low, guttural moan that Akk could feel vibrating through his whole body, but this was still a competition and he knew Aye well enough to know he’d get him off faster with his tongue than he would with his hand. Despite the time apart, Aye’s body opened for him easily, but it was still tighter than Akk was used to. He traded his mouth for his fingers, wrapped his lips around Aye’s cock, and set to work.

“Fuck,” Aye whined, his fingers twining themselves into Akk’s hair. His cheeks were flushed and his head was thrown back and Akk wasn’t immune to the sight of him lost to pleasure. As Aye grew harder against his tongue, so did Akk against the bedsheets, imagining what was coming next, imagining what it would feel like after so long apart. But still, he wouldn’t have stopped of his own accord. The taste of Aye’s body was too addicting and watching him squirm was Akk’s kryptonite.

“Fuck me, Akk,” Aye begged. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”

Aye’s request had come at the perfect time because Akk’s self-control was rapidly fraying. He licked his way up Aye’s body, kissed his chest and his face and his lips, and he didn’t bother to stop as he angled his hips and pushed inside. It felt like coming home.

“Finally,” Akk breathed.

He pushed inside him slowly as Aye’s fingers dug tracks in his back, but as he started to thrust, re-discovering their lost rhythm, Aye suddenly stopped him and flipped them both so that Akk was lying with his back on the mattress and Aye was straddling him from above.

“You didn’t think you were going to get off that easy, did you?” Aye asked and then he rolled his hips and Akk lost complete control of his thoughts. There was nothing he liked better than watching Aye ride him—nothing made him come faster. And Aye knew that.

Aye leaned back, bracing his hands on Akk’s thighs, and rode him, his abs flexing with every roll of his hips, his dick bouncing against his stomach with every thrust, and he was staring at Akk, his eyes dark, and it was too much.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve lain awake wanting this?” Aye asked, breathless. “Do you know how hard it’s been not to touch myself? Not to touch you?”

Akk was close, his self-control hanging on by only a thread, so he reached for Aye’s dick, wanting to get him there first, wanting to win, but Aye swatted him away with a smirk.

“If you want to touch me, you’re going to have to be more creative than that.”

Akk groaned, so close to orgasm he was losing control of himself, but he and Aye had been doing this for long enough now that he knew Aye’s body almost better than his own. He knew what he liked. Knew how to get him off quick.

He grabbed Aye by the waist and fucked into him hard—disrupting his rhythm and creating his own. Aye let out a small “oh” of surprise, nearly doubling over with ecstasy, and then Akk reached behind him and slipped a single finger into Aye’s body alongside his dick, stretching him just a little bit farther.

Aye came immediately, shooting his seed over Akk’s chest as he whispered his name in reverence, and the pulsations of his body around him was enough to finish Akk too. Aye collapsed down on top of him and for a few minutes, they just lay there, still connected, whispering reassurance in each other’s ears.

Until…

“So, you came first. That means I win, right?” Akk asked. He could feel Aye’s answering laugh from where their bodies were still joined.

“Nuh-uh,” Aye argued, snuggling deeper into Akk’s chest. “Rules are rules. You’re the one who asked for sex first, so I win.”

Akk didn’t feel like arguing. “Maybe we both won,” he said, pushing his dick further into Aye’s body just to hear him moan. That certainly felt like a win to him.

The next morning, Akk and Aye sheepishly made their way into the kitchen where Kan was already nursing a cup of coffee. He glared at them. Akk couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t sure what time Kan had come home the night before, but he did know it wouldn’t have been late enough to avoid the noise because once Akk and Aye had started having sex, they hadn’t stopped. And neither of them had ever learned to be quiet.

Akk cleared his throat and announced, “You will be pleased to hear that I’ve decided to move in with Aye.”

Although they’d finalized the plans the night before, Aye still preened and took Akk’s hand into his as if he was hearing it for the first time.

“Thank god,” Kan said. “If I never hear you scream ‘Harder, Aye, harder!’ again, it’ll be too soon.”

Akk flushed as Aye smiled, but it was reassuring to know that soon he could be as loud as he wanted as often as he wanted and there was nothing Kan could do to stop him. With that in mind, he smiled too.