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The power outage is unexpected. Something that is unusual in his neighbourhood so Peach is extremely confused because he had paid his electricity bill.
With a sigh, he glances over at Kian before checking his phone for an explanation.
“A vehicle has crashed into a power pole, a team has been dispatched to location. More information will be shared as soon as the damage has been assessed.”
Peach let out another sigh, turning to look at his boyfriend only to find the man with a face-splitting grin.
“Oh, that's too bad,” Kian says, all 32 pearly white teeth showing.
Peach chuckles, turning to face him, “You say it's bad but you're smiling like you've just closed another million-baht deal.”
“Me? Smiling? I think you've slightly lost it due to the power outage, I think it's best we get you out of here and to my house,” Kian said, the size of his smile lessening but it was still there.
Peach shook his head, a fond smile on his face, “I was hoping you'd drop me off at Plub's.”
At this point, the smile on Kian's face fell immediately, his face already forming into the sulk only Peach had the honour of seeing, “But, my house is closer,” he said, lips formed into a pout.
Peach's fond smile turned wider, almost teasing, “Your house, huh? Aren't you being way too sneaky, Khun Thee?”
“God forbid a man wants his boyfriend safe and out of the dark,”Kian says dramatically.
“Okay, let me pack a bag.”
Kian smiles again, smug and satisfied with the turn of events. Peach rolls his eyes, arms folding over his chest as he lets out a little laugh at his boyfriend's antics.
Some things never change.
Now, when Peach agreed to come to Kian's house, well, mansion, he didn't expect he'd find himself having to bathe the older man but he has recently found it extremely hard to say no to him.
So now, here he is in Kian's signature red silk robe, kneeling behind the bathtub where his boyfriend is currently sitting.
Peach swallows. He has always been aware of how big the man is but the view from behind had his pulse jumping. The broad shoulders, muscles twitching with every small shift and Peach couldn't help but track each movement.
‘Focus, Peach.’ the younger thought to himself, shaking his head lightly.
Ever since that night at his own house, he has been unable to think straight around Thee. The feel of the older's mouth around his cock, the way those thick fingers felt inside him—every sensation he felt that night was coming back tenfold.
Peach could feel his hole twitching and blood was rushing to his cock quicker than he'd like to admit due to the thoughts. He pressed his thighs together, reaching for the soap bottle so he could do what he actually came here for.
The moment his slim fingers touched Kian's shoulder, the man sighed, the sound coming close to a groan— a sound that trailed down Peach's spine like warm honey and his movement stilled for a second but Kian didn't seem to notice.
“LookPeach,” Kian called out to him softly.
Peach's breath hitched, he still hadn't got used to Kian using that name, “Yes?” he said low, the word coming out more like a breath.
“I would like to request something from you.”
Peach kept trailing Kian's back with his hands, Kian's skin was smooth against his own soft palms, heat radiating from it and each second he touched him, his need for the older man's touch deepened.
“What is it?”
“I would like you to stop calling me Khun Thee. Please use my name, Kian,” the man said, his voice sincere but not pushing.
Peach's hand stopped completely, Kian turned his head to Peach, “I know what you're thinking. Only my family uses that name but now, you are a part of my world. My lover. I would like you to use that name as your status allows you to.”
Peach's gaze softened, his heart thumping wildly against his ribcage—so much that he thought that it would spill out and bare itself in front of his boyfriend.
“You want me to use it?” He asked, softly.
“Yes, not just Kian. I would love it if you called me P'Kian,” he said.
Peach watched him, his gaze finding Kian's eyes almost like he was searching then he leaned in, placed a kiss on his nose then softly on his lips.
“P'Kian.”
Time stood still.
Kian's mouth dropped open a little, his eyes widening.
Though his request to ask Peach to call him Kian wasn't impulsive, he hadn't accounted for how he'd feel after hearing his name spilled from those lips.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
His heart hammered against his chest and he could feel heat trailing itself up his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
Kian turned, a wet hand coming up to push his hair back.
He turned again, looking back at Peach, finding the younger man with a soft smile, his eyes like crescents.
“Say it again, please,” his voice cracked from the plea.
Peach shifted closer, to his ear, “P'Kian,” he said, sweetly dragging it out before shifting back, batting his eyelashes.
Kian swears his own heart stopped instead of time. The sound of Peach saying his name was like music to his ears and sugar on his tongue. He could feel heat pooling in his own stomach, his gaze darkening.
“Peach.”
“Yes, P'Kian?” Peach said, doe eyes big and innocent with his head tilted. His brown locs shifted with the movement, like fuel to fire.
Kian groaned, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. He could feel his restraint—that was already barely there—cracking at the edges. He wanted to pull Peach into the tub with him, to hear his name spilling out between moans and sobs like the heavens splitting open to bless the earth with its warmth.
Peach shifted, he could see the wheels turning in Kian's head. He knew that his boyfriend wanted him—knew that the only reason he hadn't been pulled into the tub yet was because of the joke he made earlier of it being “dangerous.”
But he wanted it. For once, he wanted Kian to loosen the grip he's been asking him to tighten ever since he met him. He wanted him to fully claim him as his in every way possible.
So, he did something bold. Something the old him would laugh in his face for doing.
Peach stood, the belt of the robe slightly loosened from how he'd been kneeling. He could feel Kian's eyes tracking the movement, they were filled with both hunger and confusion.
“Peach, what are you—”
Peach tutted, bringing his finger to Kian's lips, “shhh.”
Kian gulped, that one finger on his lips sparked his neurons. He listened, kept his mouth shut and waited to see what Peach was doing.
Peach's fingers trembled as they trailed the robe before untying the loosened belt slowly. It slipped open, showing his full chest, the silk brushing against his pink nipples making them harden. He made a show of shrugging it off, letting the silk trail softly down his pale skin.
Kian watched in awe. He'd seen Peach naked before, in his moonlit bedroom but this—it was a sight to behold. His eyes trailed him, from his feet, over his calves and he even caught the way those beautiful thighs pressed together from the heat of his gaze. Then finally, they reached Peach's face.
His hair was clinging to his face from the steam, cheeks flushed and his pink plump lips open in soft pants. His eyes trailed down again, to the way that swell chest heaved.
“LookPeach?” He said softly.
“Yes, P'Kian?”
“You said it was dangerous,” he said, his voice coming out soft but tinged with warning.
Warning that he would be unable to stop himself if Peach started something now.
Peach took a breath, exhaling softly before rounding the tub. The water sloshed as he walked into it before slowly lowering himself onto Kian's lap.
The water was warm so it only stoked the fire that was building between them.
He straddled Kian, the soap suds parting like they didn't want to be witness to what was about to happen. Kian's large hands immediately found his waist, steadying him on his lap but not pulling closer.
Peach could feel the weight of Kian's cock almost touching his. He shifted, their cocks now rubbing against each other and he let out a soft gasp that cracked into a whimper when he felt Kian's hands press harder into his skin.
“Peachayarat,” Kian said, his voice coming rough and strained.
“P'Kian,” Peach said, his arms coming around Kian's neck as he shifted closer. Their wet cocks now flush against each other, pulling a groan out of the older man.
“Peach, you should know that my restraint has bounds,” Kian said in a soft warning.
He knew that his action from his boyfriend wasn't innocent but he needed him to say it before he could lose himself in the moment.
Peach leaned closer, his hands on the short strands of Kian's nape and his lips brushed against Kian's.
“P'Kian,” he whined out, “last time I only got your mouth and fingers because I wasn't ready,” he said softly, he pulled back, eyes big and shining, “but now, my hole aches to be filled by you. I want your cock inside me, P'Kian.”
Kian's eyes darkened further and Peach could feel his cock hardening further against his own, “You've gotten naughtier since I last had you, huh, Peachayarat?”
Peach whimpered, “I need you, P'Kian.”
Kian's hands tighten at his waist, pulling the younger man closer with a gasp, “Are you sure? I'm asking once more.”
Instead of answering, in a fit of boldness he's never experienced before—cheeks burning, Peach reached for Kian's hand at his waist, lifted it out of the water and brought Kian's fingers up to his mouth without breaking eye contact.
His tongue darted out and then one by one, he took in the pads of his index and middle finger and licked. Then, he started sucking them, cheeks hallowed, tongue swirling slowly around the digits.
Kian watched, his cock twitching and jaw clenched. The fingers of the hand that was still on Peach's waist dug deeper into his skin, so much that he knew they'd bruise. Peach moaned around the fingers, remembering the feeling of having Kian's cock in his mouth.
The vibration ran through them both and his eyes never left Kians. They conveyed every emotion—love, nervousness and the need that was now bubbling up to the surface. He released the fingers with a wet pop, his tongue darting out to lick from Kian's palm to his fingers one last time.
Kian silently watched the whole thing, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He was in a daze, the man who would usually babble nonsense to Peach was now rendered speechless by the younger man.
Peach took his hand down again, past his chest and waist down to his ass. Peach's other hand grabbed his other ass cheek, spreading himself open. This had him arching into Kian, his hole left exposed then—he trailed Kian's fingers to the twitching rim, feeling the pads press into him slightly and making him clench.
“Peach wants P'Kian,” he said softly, then, “please,” he said again, this time a plea that cracked from the whine.
He was also shocked at his own desperation, at the depth of his plea and at how much he wanted this. Even after last time, after experiencing Kian's touch, he still couldn't fathom wanting someone this much—especially a man but this was Kian.
His Kian.
He could feel Kian’s fingers pressing in slightly, like the older man was finally out of his stupor and was now ready to give Peach what he was begging for.
This was the first time he'd seen Peach ask—no—beg for something from him.
A part of him, an old, buried part that hadn't made an appearance since Peach came into his life, wanted to make him beg further—to watch the man on top of him crack further but he swallowed it down.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me,” Kian murmured, his deep voice thick.
Peach arched when he felt the two fingers slip in deeper. The burn stung, it was only the second time he'd had something going up inside there but Peach found himself rocking into the fingers, wanting to take them in deeper.
“G-Go in d-deeper,” Peach asked, placing a kiss on Kian's neck.
Kian pushed in deeper, a small scream tore out of Peach and his hand that was keeping him open for Kian slipped. Kian's own hand that was still on Peach's waist slipped lower, replacing Peach's hand.
Kian's fingers were thick so even though they weren't fully inside, Peach felt fuller than last time. Maybe it was the angle, he tried telling himself.
“Breathe sweetheart, breathe,” Kian said softly as his hands slipped further inside that tight heat.
Kian's hand twisted further, fingers slipping in deeper and Peach moaned, loud and unrestrained. His teeth found Kian's neck, biting at the skin.
Kian hissed but didn't move him. He enjoyed the fact that he would now bear Peach's mark on his skin. His fingers worked Peach open slowly, in and out in slow strokes that had Peach writhing on top of him.
The younger was already a mess, moans spilling over, teeth finding more skin to sink into and his hands pulled at Kian's hair.
“You're doing so good for me sweetheart, P'Kian is going to open you up real good,” Kian said, fingering him deeper.
Water sloshed around them, spilling out of the tub but Kian didn’t care. His bathroom was basically a wet room in its own right.
His fingers went deeper—stroke, hook, scissor then repeat. He could feel Peach clenching around him, his own hips working to meet each movement of Kian's fingers, pulling them in deeper.
“Such a greedy little hole you've got here, my LookPeach,” Kian said, his fingers sliding against the walls of Peach's hole.
“O-Only for you, P'Kian,” Peach cracked out, arching his back further and throwing his head back.
This exposed his throat, slightly flushed and Kian's lips immediately found the skin there, sucking and biting—making his own marks on Peach's skin.
Peach moaned louder, his screams pitched. Kian thanks himself for making the house staff stay away from his wing because he'd be damned if anyone but him heard these pretty sounds.
He could feel the area between their abdominal areas getting warmer—Peach's cock was leaking just from this.
He pulled his fingers out and Peach whined, already reaching down trying to put them back in.
Kian chuckled, “Patience sweetheart,” he said.
Kian circled the rim with his fingers, feeling it twitch and clench, trying to suck him back in. Peach whimpered, out of need and frustration. He could feel his eyes burning from the tears gathering there.
“P'Kian,” he whined out, slightly huffing from annoyance.
“My LookPeach, aren't you being too much of a slut from my fingers right now?” Kian asked, the word slut slipping out without thinking.
His breath hitched, eyes widening and the apology already at the tip of his tongue but then, Peach's rim twitched harder against his fingers and a moan tore out of him.
Oh.
Oh.
His perfect little Peach enjoyed being called a slut.
Instead of immediately using it against him, Kian tucked it into the “Peach” folder in his brain for later use. His fingers traced the rim the last time, pulling a sob out of Peach before a third joined.
“I'm going to add a third finger, is that okay?”
Peach nodded, still way too out of it to form a coherent sentence. Kian pressed his fingers in, slowly stretching him out. Peach gasped at the feeling, the burn slowly melting into a mind numbing pleasure as Kian began fingering him again.
“You're so fucking tight, can't wait to feel this heat around my cock,” Kian growled out.
His lips trailed Peach's neck again, leaving marks in their wake. Then—he found a nipple. Peach screamed, the dual sensation of Kian's fingers inside him and his tongue around his nipple familiar but this time it burned him hotter.
Kian's name slipped between moans, each time filthier than the other. Kian hummed around his nipple, sucking and biting. His fingers pressed deeper inside Peach—stroking and scissoring as their younger rode them.
Then—Kian found his prostate and Peach could feel his entire body spark. He arched further into Kian, water sloshing around them as he writhed. His body was caught between pleasure and running. His brain was fuzzy and he couldn't think.
All he could feel was Kian's fingers inside him and his cock leaked, spurting cum in intervals from being fingered.
Peach loved the feeling. Loved feeling those thick fingers move inside him, the callouses scrapping against his walls and the way Kian brushed against his prostate.
Somehow, today was better than the last time. Maybe it was because Kian added a third finger or the thrill of knowing that soon, he'll be filled with Kian's cock.
“Kian, Kian, Kian,” Peach said, like he was reciting a prayer.
Kian's hand stilled, pressed against Peach's prostate pulling a choked sob from the younger, “Don't be disobedient now. I said Phi.”
He punctuated this by pressing harder against Peach's prostate and Peach screamed, the tears that were burning his eyes slipping down his cheeks.
Kian kissed the corner of his lips before his tongue darted out, licking Peach's cheek, “God, I hate seeing you cry but you're so pretty when you cry like this.”
Peach whimpered, “Please—I'm sorry—just, don't stop—P'Kian—ahhh—”
Kian started moving his fingers again, this time faster and more brutal. His lips found Peach's other nipple, sucking and biting. Peach kept pulling at his hair, a habit that Kian noticed from the last time.
Peach could feel his orgasm building fast, the heat like lava in his lower stomach and one particular thrust against his prostate had it crashing out of him. His body seized, come splashing out of his cock into the water. Kian stilled for a second before fingering him through it, Peach moans of his name bouncing off the walls.
“F-Fuck—nngnh—”
Kian smiled, kissing him then pulling back, “such a good boy.”
Kian pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his own lips then—he sucked them clean.
“Mmm,” he moaned in approval, “you taste amazing, my LookPeach.”
Peach whimpered, his hole clenching from the action, his cheeks were flushed and wet from tears, his hair a pretty mess on top of his head, “P'Kian, are you going to fuck me now?”
Kian leaned back against the tub, pulling Peach with him, his eyes half-lidded, “You want me to be inside you that badly?”
Peach nodded, his doe eyes pleading, “You felt how hard I was clenching around your fingers, that's how much I want you. Don't you want to feel that around your cock?” He asked innocently, batting his eyes again.
Kian watched mostly in disbelief. Peach in private was nothing compared to the one who constantly scolded him.
He was extremely needy and naughty—something he never expected from the younger and he somehow managed to surprise him at every turn.
“Fuck,” Kian breathed out before lifting Peach slightly.
Peach could now feel Kian's large cockhead pressing against his rim. He let out a soft gasp at the feeling.
Kian pressed his cock in, slowly trying to breach the tight ring of muscle. Going slow was a struggle, especially with how good Peach already felt around him but he had to—didn't want to hurt Peach.
“Okay sweetheart, I need you to relax. It's the same as having my fingers but bigger,” Kian said softly, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on Peach's waist.
Peach did exactly as Kian said, took a deep breath and relaxed. As soon as he did that, he felt the thick head of Kian's cock slip in slowly. He instinctively clenched, his hole fluttering before he relaxed again.
“P'Kian—too big—” he gasped out, his nails digging into Kian's shoulder.
Kian stilled, “Too much?”
Peach shook his head no, shifting and this caused Kian to slip in further and the word he was trying to say cracked into a moan. Kian groaned, his restraint cracking further—Peach felt way too good around him already and he wasn't even all the way in yet.
“Fuck, you're making it so hard to go slow right now,” Kian rasped out, his hand at Peach's waist unconsciously pulling him further down his cock.
Peach threw his head back at the stretch—it burned but in a way he didn't think was possible. He knew Kian was big, he had seen him, had his cock in his mouth and tasted him but this was different.
He could feel Kian twitch inside him, could feel a vein pressing against his insides and it was already turning his brain into mush.
Kian's lips found Peach's neck again and he pressed kisses into his skin in an attempt to make him relax further.
“P'Kian, Peach can take more—give me more,” Peach whimpered out, shifting slightly.
Kian groaned before taking his lips into a kiss—it was soft at first but it turned heated very quickly. Teeth and tongue, saliva dripping as he guided Peach down his cock inch by inch. He could feel Peach slowly open up to his cock, that tight heat around him drove him insane.
“Fuck, you feel better than I imagined around my cock,” Kian groaned out after pulling away from the kiss.
Peach moaned at every inch that filled him up—at the stretch and the burn. His nails dug further into Kian's shoulders and his head was now thrown back. His thighs trembled where they sat against Kian's and his back arched. He felt so full.
“Okay, one last breath sweetheart,” Kian said before slipping all the way in.
Peach breathed which soon turned into a choked moan once he was fully sat on Kian's lap with his cock all the way in. He could feel every vein pulsing inside him and the head was pressed against his prostate. Sparks formed behind his eyes and every word he tried to say came out as a whimper.
“P'Kian, Peach did it—I took all of it,” he said, his gaze finding Kian's once more.
Kian groaned, his grip around Peach's waist tightening when he felt Peach clench and unclench around his cock, “Yes you did, so perfect for me,” he growled out.
It took everything in him not to start thrusting up immediately. He let Peach get used to the feeling of his cock inside him.
Peach let out a shaky breath before rocking his hips tentatively, almost like he couldn't believe this was happening, “I'm so f-full,” he cracked out, shifting his hips again. His moan echoed, bouncing off the tiles.
“Okay, now lift yourself up a bit then I'll guide you back down,” Kian said with a groan.
Peach did exactly that, lifted himself with trembling thighs, feeling Kian's cock slip out of him until the head remained and then—Kian pulled him back down firmly. The thrust pulled a gasp out of Peach, water sloshing around them.
Peach moan, his eyes rolling slightly, “P'Kian—nngnh—”
“Just like that, got it sweetheart?” Kian asked, voice rough.
Peach nodded, “Want to move again,” he said before shifting up again then sliding back down.
The water helped with the slide, making it easier and wet. Peach could feel his neurons sparking each time he sank down onto Kian's cock. It was good—way too good and he needed more.
He moved, riding Kian's cock like it wasn't his first time. Kian guided the rhythm, his hand on Peach's waist with his cock slipping in and out of Peach in measured thrusts. The sound of water, Peach's moans and Kian's groans filled the bathroom.
Kian couldn't stop, didn't want to. Nothing has ever felt this good around his cock before and Peach looked beautiful falling apart on his cock.
“So good—fuck—P'Kian fucks Peach so well—ahhh—” Peach moaned out, bouncing on Kian's cock.
It was filthy, water sloshing everywhere and Peach is pretty sure he was tearing at Kian's skin but neither of them cared.
Kian pulled him closer, angling it that every thrust was straight against Peach's prostate. He guided his bounces while his own hips shifted to thrust upward. Peach was fluttering around his cock and it was driving Kian to the edge.
Kian's other hand came around to wrap around Peach's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Peach's moans were now screams mixed with babbling. His head was thrown against Kian's shoulder, teeth sinking into the skin then and his nails trailed his back.
“So fucking good for me, clenching so hard around my cock,” Kian praised him, “such a good boy, aren't you LookPeach.”
This earned him another clench around his cock and he almost came. Peach unconsciously started bouncing faster, uncaring about the water sloshing violently around them—all he cared about was the feeling of Kian inside him and the feeling of his large hand around his cock. He could feel his orgasm building.
“P'Kian, I'm so—” hiccup “— so close,” he sobbed out.
“Look at me sweetheart, I want to see you when you fall apart,” Kian said.
Peach pulled his head from where it was on Kian's and he looked beautifully ruined. His hair was stuck to his face, cheeks flushed further, lips puffy and his eyes were glinting with tears.
Kian's eyes darkened, his thrusts gaining a faster rhythm that had Peach writhing on top of him. His moans pitched, turning wrecked and wanton. His eyes rolled from the pleasure.
“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” Kian rasped out.
Peach screamed, a particular thrust had stars bursting behind his eyes and they lost focus for a second before they landed on Kian again, “P'Kian I'm—”
Kian's thumb brushed against the slit of Peach's cock as he thrust in deeper and that was it. Peach came, hard and fast as he clenched around Kian. The orgasm violently tore out of him, his come spilling into the water.
“Fuck—Peach—”
Kian followed soon after, his own orgasm uncoiling fast and he spilled into Peach. It was hot and he filled Peach to the brim but his thrusts didn't stop, he fucked Peach through both their orgasms. His cum spilled out into the water—it was filthy but he didn't care.
Peach slumped against Kian, the orgasm leaving him overwhelmed and twitching. Kian's other hand left his cock, joining the other on his waist and pulled him closer. He let out a soft gasp when he felt Kian's cock move inside him again.
He was tired but that small shift sparked the need inside him again—he wanted the feeling of Kian coming inside him once more.
“You're spent sweetheart, let's get you out of here so we can rest,” Kian said softly, pressing a kiss into his skin, his hand tracing softly against his spine.
Peach shook his head, lifting his head, those doe eyes finding Kian's again, “Not rest, one more—please,” he said with a whine.
Kian let out a soft chuckle of disbelief, who knew that Peach would become this insatiable. He stood with Peach still on his lap and his cock still inside him. He held the younger tight before making his way out of the tub.
Each step he took had his cock hardening where it was still buried inside Peach and it didn't help that the younger was letting out soft moans against his neck.
Kian reached for a towel, wiping Peach down before discarding it and made his way into his bedroom. The King sized bed sat in the middle, draped in silk sheets and layers of soft foam. He lowered Peach onto the cool sheets and he let out a sigh at the coolness. The sheets were soft, easing the tension in his muscles.
His gaze remained on Kian, watching as he towered over him and kneeling between his spread legs. His hands ran over the smooth skin of Peach's thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin. Peach whimpered, clenching around Kian's cock.
Kian leaned down, his large frame pressing Peach into the bed. His large hard found Peach's smaller once, lacing their fingers together before raising them above his head and he captured his lips in another kiss.
This time it was soft and slow— a sensual dance between tongues that pulled soft moans from Peach. Then, Kian started moving again. This time slow and Peach's thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
This pulled a gasp from him and he arched off the bed into Kian. His toes curled, heels digging into Kian's back. This was different—the slow strokes made Peach feel fuller and hotter. He could feel everything this way.
Kian pulled away from the kiss, giving them a peck before kissing his nose then eye lids.
“Open your eyes sweetheart, look at me,” he said softly while thrusting slowly and deep.
Peach opened his eyes, his mouth open in soft gasps from the feeling of Kian moving inside him. Their conjoined fingers twitched together—he's never felt this alive before and that's when he knew.
He was ruined.
Kian had officially ruined him for anyone else.
He sank further into the mattress with each thrust, his hole fluttering around Kian's cock as his own hips moved to meet each thrust.
“P'Kian makes Peach feel so good,” he moaned.
Kian groaned, his rhythm picking up and the mattress creaked under their weight. Peach felt way too good around him, he wanted to sink deeper into him until it was all he knew. He shifted, one hand leaving Peach's so he could hold him open and this new angle drove him in deeper.
Peach moaned, a wrecked sound that tore out of him and his free hand came up to Kian's hair, tugging and pulling, “R-Right there—”
Kian smirked, “Here?” He asked, thrusting in harder causing Peach to scream out.
The room was filled with the wet sound of their bodies colliding and Peach's moans echoing off the walls. His body trembled with overstimulation but his heels pulled Kian in deeper.
His moans turned desperate again, he could feel the orgasm building—heat uncoiling itself fast in his belly.
“P'Kian, I'm so close again,” he sobbed out.
Kian's thrusts became faster, more punctuated. He could feel his own orgasm also building. His grip around Peach's thigh tightened, opening him up wider.
“You've done so well my Peach, took me so well—twice even though it was your first time. Such a good boy,” he praised, placing a kiss on his forehead.
Peach moaned, clenching around Kian's cock harder. Kian could feel him pulsing around his cock.
“Give me one more sweetheart, come on,” Kian said softly, thrusting harder into Peach.
Peach could feel Kian's weight on top of him—he could feel Kian everywhere. His hips worked to meet the thrusts and then, his body stilled.
“P'Kian, I'm—fuck—coming—nngnh—”
Peach came, hard, the white spurts painting both his and Kian's chests. Kian groaned, his own orgasm tearing out of him too.
Peach gasped, he could feel the heat of it better now that they were out of water. Kian spilled into him, fucking him until his orgasm broke. He collapsed forward, careful not to crush Peach with his weight. His lips found Peach's temple and Peach's hand that was in his hair rested at Kian's nape.
“Peach loves P'Kian,” Peach said again, this time softer.
“P'Kian loves Peach too,” Kian said, hugging him closer.
He would slip out later to clean them up but for now, he held Peach feeling as the younger curled into him.
“I love you so much, my LookPeach.”