Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content intended for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised.
*BACK TO THE PAST*
The lecture had ended. Kavi headed straight home with Kiki, after bidding the trio farewell. They had all decided to leave school that same day, but Kavi canceled on them because of Kiaan.
But he already have the private jet scheduled for them, it was a 1 hour 45 minutes flight from Mumbai to New Delhi.
When he got home, he fed little Kiki and sank into his bed to take a nap before his man comes.
He lay stretched out on his bed, the warm afternoon sun shining gently through the curtains. The low hum of the AC filled the quiet room, lulling him to sleep.
In his dream, he was with Kiaan.
He had been curious about what sex felt like between two boys. Ever since that night with Kiaan, the thoughts wouldn't leave his head. He'd even searched stuff online, that's how curious he was.
In his dream, it was happening. He and Kiaan were having sex. It was intense so real, so vivid that he felt it in his body, even as he slept. Their touches, their moans, the way Kiaan moved against him, it all felt too real to be just a dream.
He woke up moaning Kiaan's name. His heart was beating fast.
There was wetness between his legs.
The AC was on, but he was still sweating.
He sat up slowly, trying to catch his breath. The dream had felt too real.
"What the hell," he murmured, dragging a hand through his head
He barely had time to process the lingering images when there was a knock on his door. It creaked open a second later.
Kiaan stood there, backpack over his shoulder, hair tousled, that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey," he said, pausing. "You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."
Kavi blinked, dazed. He looks exactly like he did in the dream.
"I….yeah. Just woke up," Kavi said, voice rough.
Kiaan smirked. "Well, wake up properly. I am here to spend time with you and help you pack for Diwali."
He moved around the house as if it belong to him, picking up clothes and half-folded jackets, muttering under his breath about how unprepared Kavi always was for tommorow's trip.
"Seriously, you pack like you've never traveled before," Kavi teased, tossing a pillow at him.
Kiaan caught it with a grin. "That's why I came to help. If I let you do it alone, you'd probably show up in New Delhi with mismatched socks and three pairs of headphones."
Kavi smirked. "You came to help me pack or babysit me?"
"A bit of both."
Kiaan was busy arranging his bf luggage to take home, Kavi eyes didn't leave his eyes, he was in the mood for a good sex.
Kiaan caught the look and smirked.
"You've been staring for the last five minutes," he teased. "Come get me if you want me. I'm all yours."
He said as he packed the last piece of cloth into the luggage.
Kavi got the go-ahead he needed. He jumped into him, as he jumped, Kiaan caught him, and their lips collided. It was a kiss full of lust and want. Virgin boy Kavi, surprisingly, took the lead.
Kiaan carried him to the sitting room. Kavi pulled off Kiaan's shirt and started licking his chest, sucking on his rosy nipples.
Kiaan bit his lower lip out of pleasure.
"K-Kavi," he moaned.
Kavi sucked on the left nipple, his hands attending to the other. He was indeed a student who could surpass his teacher in no time.
After sucking to his satisfaction, Kiaan stood and reached into his bag.
"Baby, I'm coming," he said, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. He had come prepared.
Kavi gave him a sly look.
"So you came prepared?"
Kiaan, eagerly sliding off Kavi's shorts, poured some lubricant into his hand.
"Let me take you to the candy shop. It might hurt at the start, but I promise it gets better."
Kavi bent over on the big couch, curious about what was going to happen next.
Kiaan slipped his middle finger into Kavi's hole. Kavi furrowed his brows.
"It's painful. Let's stop, please," he protested.
"Shh, baby. Trust me," Kiaan whispered as his finger moved in and out, slowly easing the sharp pain.
"K-Kiaan… ah… don't stop…" Kavi moaned, his voice breathy. He was on cloud nine, rolling his eyes back in pleasure.
Kiaan smirked and added a second finger, sliding in and out of Kavi, stretching him open, preparing him for his manhood. Kavi's moans grew louder, more intense.
Kiaan paused and removed his boxers, placing his cock at Kavi's entrance.
"Baby, I love you so much, and I'm never going to do anything to hurt you," he said gently as he slowly slid inside him.
He kept talking, distracting Kavi from the pain.
"I cherish every moment with you. I want you to be mine forever. We'll adopt kids, move far away. I don't want a world you're not in."
By now, Kiaan was deep inside him, moving slowly, expertly.
Kavi felt a pinch of pain, but it was dulled by Kiaan's sweet words.
The slow thrusts became faster. Kavi was dying from pleasure. That Cock….God…it was made of sugar and honey.
"Ahh…"
"Mmmh…"
"Oh… yes…"
"Mmm…"
"K-Kiaan…"
"Ah… don't stop…"
Intense moans filled the room. Kiaan pinned Kavi's hands behind his back with one hand, using the other to bury his face into the couch as he fucked him harder. A startled moan tore from Kavi's lips.
They switched positions.
Now Kiaan sat on the couch, and Kavi straddled him. Their eyes locked. Both were panting. Kavi held Kiaan's hard cock still and lowered himself onto it.
He took every inch in.
Then he rode it. Moans fell from his lips like prayers. He rose up on his knees, slid almost off, then fell back with a perfect roll of his hips. He was a natural.
Balancing himself on Kiaan's lap, he rolled his hips, testing angles, chasing that pleasure.
Kiaan held him steady, fucking up into him. He gripped both cheeks of Kavi's ass, making him bounce faster.
"It feels so good being wrapped around your cock," Kavi whispered into his ear.
Kiaan bit his earlobe, panting.
"I can't hold it any longer," he moaned.
They kissed hungrily, messily. One of Kiaan's hands reached for Kavi's dick, stroking him even as he stayed deep inside him.
Kavi matched Kiaan's rhythm, fucking himself back onto him.
"I'm going to cum inside you," Kiaan whispered.
And then….
Moans.
Gasps.
Shaking.
White fluid shot from Kavi's cock. Kiaan released deep inside him.
They both collapsed, spent, clinging to each other.
It was good sex …no, great sex.
The best Kiaan had ever had.
And for Kavi? He couldn't imagine a life without Kiaan's cock anymore