Chapter 100 Episode 100: Mine IIII R21

Kael’s POV

The midnight light came in thin through the gaps in the curtains. I woke to warmth and the soft weight of another body on mine. For a second my mind stayed blank.

Then memories returned in a heavy rush; the condo, the question, Akira saying yes, the way I had finally pushed inside him and lost every careful boundary I had kept for months.

Akira was wrapped around me. Small, naked, completely relaxed in sleep. One of his legs was thrown over my hip. An arm rested across my chest. His face was pressed into the side of my neck so that every slow breath warmed my skin.

I looked down and the air left my lungs.

Bite marks and dark hickeys covered him. My marks. The side of his throat. The curve of his shoulder. The soft skin above his collarbone. Lower, on the pale plane of his chest, more proof of how thoroughly I had claimed him. The sight hit me like a physical blow.

My cock hardened instantly against his thigh. A hiss escaped through my teeth before I could stop it. Attraction roared through me, sharp and possessive.

Obsession sat right beside it. It was hot, focused, absolute. He was here. He was mine. The evidence was written all over his skin in the shapes of my mouth and teeth.

Fondness rose under the hunger, almost aching. He looked smaller in sleep, younger, completely unguarded. The same man who had stood still under a Death God’s gaze now slept tangled around me like he had decided my body was the safest place in the world. The contrast made my chest tight.

I shifted carefully. My cock dragged against the smooth skin of his thigh. Another pulse of heat went through me. I did it again, slower, deliberate, letting the hard length rub along his leg. Akira made a soft sound in his sleep and pressed closer.

I kept the movement going. Slow rolls of my hips that slid my cock against him in steady, slick friction. My hand settled on the small of his back, holding him in place while I used his skin to ease the sudden brutal need.

"Wake up," I murmured against his hair. My voice was already rough. "Come on, baby. Wake up for me."

I kept rubbing against him. The heat of his body and the visual of the marks made it hard to think. Attraction and ownership twisted together until I could barely tell them apart. I had marked him. He had let me. He was still here, naked and soft and smelling like sex and me.

Akira stirred. His leg tightened over my hip. A small confused noise left his throat. I mouthed at the existing bruise on his neck and sucked lightly, refreshing the color while my cock continued its slow drag along his thigh.

"Kael...?" His voice was thick with sleep.

"Right here." I rolled my hips harder, letting him feel every inch of how hard I was. "Look at what I did to you. You’re covered in me."

His eyes opened properly. Awareness returned in stages. First the recognition of where he was, then the feel of my cock against him, then the dull sweet ache of the marks. Color rose in his face. Shyness flickered across his expression, followed quickly by heat.

I did not give him time to get lost in the shyness. I kissed him deeply, claiming him as I have always wanted. At the same time I hooked his leg higher and dragged the head of my cock against the place where he was still soft and open from earlier. He gasped into my mouth.

"You’re my man," I muttered against his lips. The words came out low and certain. "Say it."

"Yours," he whispered. His voice shook.

That single word snapped the last of my restraint.

I rolled him onto his back and followed him down. The sheets were still tangled around us. I shoved them away so I could see all of him, the marks, his lean muscle, the way his cock was already filling again against his stomach. My obsession for him roared. I wanted to add more marks. I wanted to fuck him until the only name he remembered was mine.

I pushed two fingers into him without much warning. He was still slick and open from before. The easy way he took them made me groan. Fondness and filthy hunger mixed. This body trusted me. This body opened for me even half-asleep and sore.

"Still so soft for me," I said. I scissored my fingers and watched his face. "You let me wreck you earlier and now you’re going to let me do it again."

Akira’s back arched. His hands found my arms and held on. The shyness was still there, visible in the way he tried to bite back the louder sounds, but the need was stronger. His hips moved down onto my fingers in small searching rolls.

I pulled my fingers out, lined up, and pushed inside in one long, steady thrust.

The heat of him closed around me like a fist. Pleasure ripped up my spine hard enough that I had to freeze for a second or finish immediately. He was tighter than before, swollen, sensitive. Every pulse of his body milked my cock.

"Fuck. You’re my man." The sentence left me in a rough chant as I started to move. "My man. Taking my cock like this in the middle of the night. Mine."

I fucked him harder than the first time. Deeper. The controlled patience from earlier was gone. Months of longing and the fresh visual of my marks all over him turned the strokes powerful and relentless. The couch, no, we were in the bed now, I realized dimly as it creaked under the force of it.

Akira cried out. The sound was raw and open. I swallowed it with a kiss that was more teeth than lips and kept driving my cock into him. Each thrust punched a new broken noise out of him. The sound fed the obsession burning in my chest.

"You’re my man," I repeated against his mouth, against his jaw, against the dark bruise on his throat. "Say it while I fuck you."

"I’m your man..." His voice cracked on the words. "Kael... Ughhh... please..."

I hooked my arms under his knees and folded him tighter, changing the angle so I could grind against the place that made his whole body jump.

His cock leaked steadily onto his stomach. I ignored it. I wanted him to come from my cock alone this time, from the rough steady rhythm and the words I would not stop saying.

Attraction had become something darker and deeper. It was not just want. It was the absolute need to imprint myself on him so thoroughly that neither of us could ever pretend this was temporary.

Fondness lived inside the roughness, every hard stroke still carefully aimed to give him pleasure even while I took what I needed.

Sweat built between us. The wet sound of my cock slamming into him filled the room. Akira’s hands scrambled for purchase on my back, my shoulders, the sheets. His eyes stayed locked on mine like he needed the visual anchor.

"You’re my man." Another thrust. "My boyfriend." Another. "The only one who gets to make me lose control like this." Another, deeper, enough to make him sob on the inhale. "Mine."

I could feel him tightening. The flutter and clench around my cock told me he was close. Pride and fierce satisfaction mixed with the rising heat at the base of my spine. I shifted my weight and fucked him in short, powerful digs exactly where he needed it.

"Come for me," I ordered. "Come on your man’s cock."

Akira broke with a shattered sound. His body clamped down hard while he spilled across his own stomach without a single touch to his cock. The rhythmic squeezing pulled my own orgasm up so fast I barely had time to drag in a breath.

I buried myself to the hilt and held there. Pleasure detonated. I came inside him in heavy pulses, filling him again while the words kept falling out of my mouth without control.

"My man. My man. Fuck... you’re my man..."

The climax seemed to last forever. When it finally began to ebb I collapsed forward, catching my weight on my forearms so I wouldn’t crush him. Our chests slid together, slick with sweat and the mess of his release. My cock stayed buried deep, still twitching.

Akira trembled under me. Soft aftershocks kept rippling through him and around me. I pressed open kisses to every mark I could reach, his throat, shoulder, the edge of his jaw while both of us fought to get our breathing under control.

The obsession did not fade with the orgasm. If anything it settled deeper, calmer, more permanent. He was here. He was marked. He was full of me for the second time in one night. The possessive satisfaction of that fact wrapped around the softer love and made it heavier.

I nuzzled the side of his face. "You okay?"

He gave a weak, wrecked nod. His voice came out hoarse. "You... are pretty intense at midnight."

A rough laugh left me. I kissed the corner of his mouth and then the flushed skin of his cheek.

"You wrapped yourself around me naked and covered in my bites. What did you think was going to happen?"

A small shy sound escaped him. Even after everything, the shyness still lived in him. It only made the fondness sharper. I eased out of his body carefully and watched my release slip from him.

The visual pulled another low sound from my chest. I wanted to push it back inside. I settled for sliding two fingers into him instead, gentle now, simply holding my claim in place.

Akira’s breath hitched. He was sensitive. I kept the pressure light and soothing while I kissed him slow and deep. The roughness had burned out for the moment. What remained was the deep, steady pull of ownership and care.

"You’re my man," I said one more time, quieter, against his lips. "Not just tonight. Not just because we finally fucked. You’re my man in every room we walk into after this."

His eyes opened and met mine. Emotion moved through them; exhaustion, lingering pleasure, acceptance, and something that looked a lot like the same obsession I felt, only quieter and more careful.

"I know," he whispered. "I’m your man."

The answer settled the last restless part of me. I withdrew my fingers, reached for the discarded shirt on the floor, and cleaned us up enough that sleep would be possible.

Then I pulled him back into my arms, arranged his smaller body against my chest, and dragged the sheet over both of us.

My cock rested heavy against his hip, already interested again simply from the feel of his skin. I ignored it. For now. Midnight had already given me more than I expected.

I pressed one last kiss to the darkest mark on his throat and closed my eyes. Attraction, obsession, fondness, love, all of it wrapped around the man in my arms and made the dark room feel like the only place in the world that mattered.

He was my man. The words were no longer a claim I had to fight for. They were simply the truth we both slept with.