𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ⁂ {𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪}

_19

the following days after mattia and kairi had sex, and after the dream incident, well. it's been... it's been very awkward, to say the least. all they know is that there are some present feelings for one another. kairi knows, and mattia doesn't want to come to terms with it yet, but it's there. mattia's feelings for kairi are very vague, it's had the other thinking whether he really likes him in that way or not. he does, obviously, but to kairi it's not evident. conversations have started to drift into that path of past happenings and to be honest it's not sitting well with any of them.

for example, just yesterday mattia felt it was oh so absolutely necessary to provide a very detailed, well-written description of how he felt seeing kairi underneath of him for the first time. without a doubt this made kairi feel a certain way, however, was it really worth his time? a little, yes but now we're getting off track. it made him uncomfortable, but he acknowledges the fact that mattia remembers and cherishes it.

statements like "you feel that baby?" and "feels nice right?" is what mattia's go to's were. and as kairi was a submissive who wanted to be the best he could possibly be for his dom, he lay pliant against the bedsheets. tears of pleasure falling out of his eyes wildly as his body jolts with each and every thrust. he lay clinging onto mattia for dear life as his insides were totally discombobulated.

and kairi was jovial. his grip on mattia's arms never seem to loosen. he cums several thrusts later with a brood cry of the younger's name. and that night, kairi falls asleep on mattia's chest. the last thing he remembers before doing so is the sweet hum of the younger singing some of his favorite tunes. it put kairi out like a baby.

oh, how kairi was complete that night.