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Days passed and Fai remained with Kurogane, day and night. The wizard knew it wouldn’t last forever. They had two, maybe three days more, and King Ashura would return. Neither of them mentioned the finite nature of this blissful time together, however. They had more important matters to attend to.
“Ahh! Kuro! Yes!” Fai cried aloud. He was bent over the side of the deep hot tub, water slushing around him and onto the tiled floor as Kuro pounded into him from behind.
“Oh, God!” the ebony-haired warrior gasped. No matter how many times they made love, Kurogane couldn’t seem to get enough of the blonde mage. His fingers tightened possessively about the man’s hips and he thrust again, the sudsy water making their bodies slick. The swordsman felt his climax quickly approaching. The sight of Fai’s sleek, wet body panting before him was enough to push him over the edge, let alone the exquisite feeling of the other man’s tight chamber squeezing him as he pushed deeper inside. He reached around to stimulate his partner, but found the blonde’s hand already frantically at work on his own aching shaft.
“Come inside me!” he moaned.
“Fai!” Kuro choked. Unable to contain himself, he exploded his seed into the mage’s body, just moments before Fai’s own semen spilled over his fingers to cloud the steaming water.
After catching his breath, Kurogane lifted his spent lover from the bath and used one of the many fluffy white towels to pat him dry. Fai did his best to stand on his still shaky legs, enjoying the way the once-gruff warrior wiped down his naked body. He never would’ve imagined that someone who could wield a weapon so viciously could also be such a kind and generous lover, but the man seemed to enjoy pampering him. Fai had found he also enjoyed teasing him about it, sometimes referring to him playfully as ‘my captive’, which never failed to earn a wicked, and delicious retribution.
Looking down as Kuro worked the towel down one pale thigh, Fai caught the man’s crimson eyes. They gleamed back at him with a knowing, and needy, look. They were not done yet tonight, it seemed.
Fai smiled back.
Kurogane felt a familiar, erotic pang run down his spine as the blonde smiled. It was a gorgeous, genuine smile. It was also one of the only things the swordsman could think of that made him literally weak in the knees.
Soon he was carrying the lithe wizard back to the bed to cover his naked frame with his own. However, he didn’t launch straight into another heated session just yet. Instead, he allowed himself to simply rest next to his lover, letting the warmth and intimacy wash between them as they lay skin to skin.
It was one of those deliberate moments that Fai knew Kuro was making an effort to create in order to reassure the mage that he wanted his heart, not just his body. And the mage appreciated it. He snuggled in close and listened to the other man’s steady heartbeat. His mind drifted back to the morning only a few days ago when he had finally dared face him again. He’d thrilled to the way the warrior had taken him hard against the marbled wall, but it was the way Kuro had made love to him afterwards that stuck in his mind. He’d asked the dark-haired man to show him how to live, and Kuro had fulfilled his wish beyond Fai’s wildest hopes.
Kurogane’s lips had been so sweet and seductive as he tasted his mouth, searching him with his tongue. His hands were laced with Fai’s, clasping his fingers reassuringly as his mouth pulled away to kiss slowly down his throat, teasing the sensitive skin with a silky tongue until it broke into gooseflesh. The swordsman’s hands had explored him with tender caresses as Fai sighed in heated rapture.
In fact, the blonde was so entranced by his lover’s sensual movements, his fingers over his hips, his mouth tracing circles over his nipples, that he failed to notice the man’s slow descent down his body until Kuro’s tongue flicked against his aching erection. It was the first time the other man had tasted him, and it was so unexpected and exquisite that he arched his back in the air with an instinctive, heady moan.
Encouraged by the sight of the gorgeous blonde responding with such abandon, the dark-haired man slipped his swollen organ into his hot mouth and sucked with vigor.
Fai thought he was going to lose it right here. He gasped, his toes curling as the pleasure shuddered through his body, elicited by his lover’s strong tongue and skilled lips. Kuro worked him into a frenzy, until he climaxed with a powerful spurt into the other man’s waiting mouth.
Fai had never felt so cherished.
But more was yet to come. Kuro moved up to wrap him in his arms and pressed eagerly, but not insistently, against the blonde’s entrance. The mage reached down to coat his partner’s manhood with the magically produced liquid and raised his knees to his chest in acquiescence. The swordsman then proceeded to give him the sweetest fuck of his life—slow and seductive, and burning with need. And love.
The passionate evening had left Fai completely spent. He had fallen asleep just moments after Kuro slipped out of his body.
Just thinking back on that night sent a beam of excitement and warmth spreading through his chest, as if the sun’s rays were kissing him from the inside out.
Kurogane looked down at his lover, watching a smile play over the man’s lovely porcelain features. It was sunset, and the golden light fell into his platinum hair, causing it to flare into a deep orange glow. He let his rough fingertips run along the slender frame before him, as the sun illuminated them both with her last rays of the day. Unconsciously, the raven-haired man found himself tracing the long, elegant tattoo that wrapped around the wizard’s back and curled up onto his arms like thin, black snakes.
“Where did you get this tattoo?” he asked before realizing it might not be a topic Fai wished to discuss.
The blonde in his arms instantly went rigid, and Kuro cursed himself for ruining the quiet moment with his intrusive questioning. Even so, he wanted to know the answer, wanted to know so many things about Fai that the mage hadn’t told him. The warrior was not a patient man, and he had been very forthcoming with the blonde whenever Fai had asked him questions about himself and Japan. Kurogane thought it was only reasonable that Fai give him some answers in return.
After a long moment, he heard the wizard let out a deep breath. “It was from him,” he said finally.
“From Ashura, you mean?”
Fai nodded, and Kuro felt the familiar twinge of jealousy start to curl inside his stomach.
“A gift?” he asked.
The other man gave a sad laugh. “Not exactly.”
“Are you sure you want to know?” Fai asked Kurogane, looking up into his intense crimson eyes.
He nodded and the blonde looked resigned.
“Alright, I’ll tell you, but I don’t think you’re going to like it very much…”
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