Amidst the vibrant terraces of the Zeybek estate, Lumi lounges like a spoiled prince. The garden stretches wide around him in tiers of swaying palms and flowering citrus, each leaf trimmed and placed in perfect order. He reclines on a heap of embroidered cushions, silks patterned in Rhazian golds and crimsons, his skin glowing in the heat of the afternoon sun. Damp blond hair curls at his brow, clinging to his temples in sweaty, sun-kissed strands.
The silk choli wrapped around his chest fits snug, slick and almost sheer, clinging to the curves of his upper body. It’s cut high, shamelessly so, revealing the soft peaks of his nipples, flushed and sensitive just beneath. And his thong, jet black and barely there, leaves nothing to the imagination. Every inch of Lumi’s body is displayed for him, purposefully. He stretches lazily, tail flicking behind him, basking in the attention he knows is coming.
Lumi’s thick, rounded ears twitch at a sound. It draws his gaze. There, wading through the shallows of the reflecting pool, is Khimi. Sunlight breaks across the water and turns his body into something divine, shoulders broad, dark hair heavy with droplets. His trousers cling to his thighs, soaked and straining. Even from here, Lumi smells him: salt, sweat, the faint trace of soot and smoke, and the deep, carnal scent of their sex from the night before. The memory floods him. His tail stiffens, betraying him, and he clamps his thighs together with a flustered, breathy curse.
Khimi sees. Of course he sees. , a knowing smile playing on his lips as he wades towards him through the pool. The sun’s rays dance upon the water, casting a shimmering veil between them, but Lumi can feel the heat of Khimi’s desire growing with every step. The bulge in his short trousers grows by the moment, his eyes boring holes through him. As Khimi exits the water and steps onto the stone path, a delicate spray of water follows him across the wooden planks.
Lumi swallows thickly, his throat gone dry. His breath quickens. He offers a coy smile, lashes low, pretending at calm, but his tail is twitching, and his thighs tremble with restraint.
“Lumi,” Khimi says, low and fond, voice edged in heat.
Lumi purses his lips. “Khimi.”
“Looking more radiant than usual,” Khimi murmurs, surveying the space around them.
Lumi’s smile grows wicked. Not far, a servant waters a potted palm, but her presence doesn’t deter him. “And you…” His voice trails, but his eyes devour every inch of Khimi’s body, taking in his musculature, feasting on his beauty. Then, his eyes settle. The steady pulsing in Khimi’s trousers. He licks his lips. “…Are making it very hard not to touch you.”
Khimi’s pace slows as he nears. His body gleams with droplets, muscles cut like sculpture, the sun gilding every line. He reaches out, fingertips grazing the silk over his chest, then down. He brushes over a nipple; pinches hard. Lumi releases a sharp gasp. His back arches, pushing into the touch.
“Khimi…” The name falls from his lips. “T-touch me…”
Their lips press together in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining and dancing with the rhythm of their desire. Khimi’s hand moves to Lumi’s toned abdomen, tracing the lines and curves of his muscles before trailing down lower. Lumi moans softly into Khimi’s mouth, his body trembling with excitement.
Khimi leans into their kiss, his hand instinctively grasps onto the railing behind them for support. The softness of Lumi’s lips melds perfectly with his own. Hunger is evident in their movements as they explore each other. Lumi’s toes curl instinctively. The clinking of his gold anklets rings faintly through the air as he hooks a foot along Khimi’s calf in playful need. Everything in him is thrumming. Tight. Wanting.
Khimi’s fingers reach the edge of Lumi’s silk thong and pause, grazing it lightly. The sensation sparks down Lumi’s spine. He grips Khimi’s shoulders tightly, pulling him closer, needing more. Needing all of him.
Khimi’s smile deepens as he sees Lumi’s passion, his own body responding to Lumi’s eagerness. He gingerly cups Lumi’s erect nipples, feeling the hardness just beneath the cut of silk fabric. Lumi gasps, throwing his head back and closing his eyes at the sensation, his tail thrashing behind him.
Softly, Khimi caresses Lumi’s chest, teasing his nipples until they harden further. He then slides his hand down Lumi’s stomach, tracing the lines of his abdomen with gentle fingertips.
He reaches Lumi’s low-hanging thong, hesitating for a moment, his fingertips brushing against the soft silk. Pulling it aside, his index finger lightly grazes the sensitive skin of Lumi’s entrance. The scent lingering on Khimi is overwhelming. The back of Lumi’s head aches with desire.
“Please,” Lumi whispers, voice raw. “Touch me.”
Khimi’s gaze darkens. “I will.”
It sounds like a vow.
Lumi swallows hard and nods. “I’m ready.”
He is. Gods, he’s been ready since Khimi first touched him this morning, since that look he gave him, since Khimi’s fingers brushed his wrist too long. All day he’s burned for this.
Khimi’s finger presses inside, slow and careful. Lumi arches, gasping, the stretch sending shivers through him. The way Khimi watches him while he works him open makes Lumi feel bare, known, loved. It thrills him. His tail twitches in erratic, needful circles.
“Is this what you want?” Khimi murmurs.
“Yes,” Lumi pants, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, Khimi.”
Khimi strokes him with his other hand, slow and deliberate, and Lumi nearly sobs from the sensation. The build inside him is unbearable. His fingers scrabble at Khimi’s shoulders, desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of him.
“Please… just fuck me,” he moans.
Khimi, doesn’t offer him a response. Water beads on his skin as he leans back, shaking out his hair, cool droplets splashing across Lumi’s flushed chest. Lumi flinches from the chill, whining at the contrast.
Then Khimi grabs the string of his thong and rips it off in one swift pull. The fabric slides from his legs and is forgotten. Lumi’s breath catches. The air is warm, but his skin is burning. His tail thrashes. He shifts restlessly on the cushions, the silk too soft, too slow. He needs the hard edge of the world under him. He needs Khimi. He rolls onto the deck, the wood sun-warmed and unforgiving beneath his spine. His gaze roves hungrily over the man above him: broad chest, sweat-beaded skin, the sharp lines of muscle leading down to the waistband of his trousers. And below it, the obscene bulge of his cock.
Khimi takes his time. He pulls down the waistband of his trousers slowly, teasingly, until his thick cock springs free, slick with precum. It bobs heavily between them, casting a shadow over Lumi’s trembling stomach. Lumi’s breath catches. His eyes lock on it, on the glistening tip, the flushed foreskin pulled tight. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything.
Khimi drops to his knees, positioning himself between Lumi’s parted thighs. Their cocks brush, Khimi’s thick shaft, heavy and pulsing with promise, dwarfs Lumi’s. Lumi reaches between them, dragging his fingers over the slick skin, peeling back the foreskin to reveal the flared head. Precum dribbles out, pooling along his stomach. Lumi can’t wait any longer. With a gasp, he presses his palms to Khimi’s chest, pushing him back over him. Khimi relents, looming over him again, cock poised at Lumi’s slicked entrance.
Their mouths meet once more, lips colliding in another breathless kiss. Lumi reaches between them, guiding Khimi’s cock. The head presses against him—then in. His whole body tightens around the intrusion, and he cries out, overwhelmed. His tail coils behind him.
“F-Fuck,” Lumi moans, pulling back for air. “Fuck me, Khimi.”
Khimi thrusts in slowly—agonizingly deep. Lumi’s whole body clenches around him, straining to take more. He feels full, too full, stretched to the edge of pain, the edge of bliss. But he wants everything, Khimi’s cock, his breath, the heat of his seed flooding him. His desire pulses: I want him. I want his cum. I want all of him.
They watch where they’re joined, Khimi’s thick shaft disappearing inside him, inch by inch.
Khimi groans, bracing himself above Lumi, body taut with restraint. Lumi clings to his hips, digging his nails into the firm flesh, hips rising to meet each thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the terrace, loud and obscene.
“I want all of you,” Lumi pants, arching his back, desperate to take more.
“You’re so impatient,” Khimi growls with a dark grin, then slams into him, deep and hard.
Their bodies shudder from the impact, pleasure spiking between them. Lumi gasps, eyes wide, as Khimi finds that spot inside him, again and again. The pressure builds, tightening within him. He lets go with a hoarse cry, his cock erupting in thick, hot pulses over his stomach. His body shakes, his hands flailing to grip the edge of the pool behind him for support.
Lumi’s seed drips across his stomach and chest. But Khimi remains unfazed, thrusting into him with relentless vigor. The movement jostles the last of his release from him, his cock twitching helplessly as slick spills in pulses down his skin. His body feels wrecked, open, devoted, but his eager hole still clings to Khimi’s girth, as if it can’t stand to be without him. The tightness post-climax only draws more pleasure from both of them.
The scent of them grows thicker, salt and sweat and sex, curling in Lumi’s nose and flooding him with heat. He’s dizzy with it. His tail coils tightly around Khimi’s forearm, trembling with the beat of his heart. Every thrust slams through him with bone-deep force, making his teeth chatter, making language itself impossible. But still, he finds the breath to moan. Beg.
“Khimi,” Lumi pants, his voice hoarse, ruined, needy. “Harder.”
Khimi doesn’t hesitate. He never does. His thrusts grow sharper, deeper. Each one punches the air from Lumi’s lungs, leaves him gasping. He writhes beneath him, golden anklets ringing in bursts, glittering across their skin. Each movement forces Lumi further open, pulls cries from his throat he can’t bite back. There’s no counting his orgasms anymore. Only the sensation, wet, perfect, too much. He can feel the crown of Khimi’s cock catching with every push, kissing the softest parts of him, driving him mad. He tightens around it instinctively, desperate to hold him there.
Their eyes meet, Khimi’s mouth open in a silent snarl of pleasure, his skin damp, his muscles trembling. There is no one else in the world. No fate. No gods. Just them.
Lumi throws his head back with a broken gasp, hands reaching behind to clutch at Khimi’s hips. His nails scrape along bronze skin, leaving sharp red crescents behind. “Harder,” he chokes again, eyes shining, lips parted in desperation. His legs kick in the air, trembling, each jolt of his body matched with the rhythmic chiming of anklets and the slap of flesh on flesh.
Khimi growls and tightens his grip on Lumi’s thighs, pulling him flush, cock buried as deep as it can go. His pace turns punishing, perfect. He pistons in and out, hard enough that Lumi cries out, caught between pain and overwhelming bliss.
“Cum for me,” Khimi snarls, his voice low and rough. “Cum while I’m in you. I want to feel you milk me again.”
Lumi moans, deep and unguarded. The heat between them is unbearable, the scent of their sex almost too thick to breathe. The arid wind brushes over their slick skin but brings no relief. Sweat trickles between their bodies, down their faces, vanishing into the mess between their bodies.
Khimi fucks him harder, faster. Each wet slide in and out is obscene, needy. Lumi feels the heavy swing of Khimi’s balls striking his ass, the sound vulgar and beautiful all at once. His body is trembling again. The burn is building in his gut, rising with terrifying speed. Every muscle coils. Every part of him knows.
Khimi’s eyes pin him again, then dip, narrowing to where they’re joined. “Cum for me, Lumi.”
Lumi’s tail thrashes violently, slapping against the sandstone as if it, too, is overcome. His entire body arches in surrender, nerves alight, vision stuttering. That familiar burn ignites deep in his core and crests into something blinding. With a strangled cry, his body jerks beneath Khimi’s, muscles trembling as his orgasm claims him in full. He shakes as wave after wave crashes through him, limbs going slack save for the tight clench of his walls around Khimi’s cock, milking him, demanding him.
“Khimi…” Lumi gasps, voice rough and breathless. “Inside—please…”
Khimi snarls softly, his thrusts growing brutal in their urgency, the slap of skin against skin echoing off the terrace walls. The sun catches on the beads of sweat rolling down his back. He grips Lumi harder, driving him forward, forcing his body toward the lip of the pool. Lumi’s tail loops tight around Khimi’s forearm in a desperate, instinctive bind, as if to anchor him, to keep him close, to keep him inside.
With a final, guttural roar, Khimi slams in deep and stays there, trembling, his entire body seizing. Lumi’s heat pulses around him, coaxing him further. Khimi’s fingers dig into his thighs for leverage as he pulls back just enough, and then his cock erupts, thick jets of cum spilling from him in powerful bursts. The first paints Lumi’s cheek; the next strikes his chest, hot and heavy. Again, and again, until Lumi’s body gleams with it: his lips, his chin, his neck, all glossed in the evidence. For a moment, all is still but the sound of water and ragged breath.
Lumi pants, his face blushing brightly. His blush burns scarlet, the contrast stark against his gold-washed skin. A slow smile curls on his lips, cum dripping lazily from the corner of his mouth.“Khimi, y-you…” he breathes, dazed. “You always cum so much—it’s like a…fountain.”
Khimi stares down at him, chest still heaving, cock twitching and slowly softening. His expression is unreadable, somewhere between feral hunger and something oddly tender. He reaches down, swiping a thick trail of seed from Lumi’s lips. His thumb pushes past them, smearing the mess along Lumi’s tongue. Lumi parts for him willingly, tongue sweeping around the digit, eyes never leaving Khimi’s. Their gazes lock; heat flaring between cerulean and aqua.
The water dampens The back of Lumi’s head rests in the shallow water, dampening his curls as he leans into the caress. Khimi lowers himself over him, lips just brushing the air above Lumi’s, so close, Lumi can taste the promise of his kiss. He closes his eyes, expecting it, wanting it.
Instead. Cold. A splash of water pours over his face, catching him mid-breath. He sputters, choking slightly, blinking rapidly through the deluge. Khimi’s hand still cups the back of his head, but now his expression is… sheepish. Almost amused.
“Wh—What the Hells, Khimi?!” Lumi gasps, flailing as water drips from his chin and lashes.
Khimi furrows his brow as if wounded. “You know I hate how I taste,” he mutters, as if he’s the one who’s been wronged.
Lumi sighs dramatically as Khimi splashes more water over his face. “Really?” he mutters, brow arched in disbelief. “You drink and eat the most revolting things without complaint, but then you whine about the taste of your own cum?”
Khimi groans and glances away, cheeks tinged red despite the heat. “It’s just not right,” he murmurs, almost to himself. But then, quieter, hungrier: “But you make it look so fucking good when you do.”
Lumi’s gaze drops, instinctively tracing the lines of Khimi’s body—his strong shoulders, the cut of his abdomen, the way the muscles shift and flex with every breath. That trail of coarse hair leads down from his navel to the thatch of curls framing the heavy cock resting between them, drooling over him. Lumi’s mouth waters, lips parting as he remembers the taste denied to him.
He drags his eyes back up with effort. “Do I?” he asks coolly, though there’s a tremble in his voice that betrays his hunger.
Khimi’s hand reaches out to brush back Lumi’s damp hair, tucking it back as best he can. His fingers linger for a breath longer than needed. Then his lips are there, first on Lumi’s brow, reverent, and then pressing into his mouth.
Lumi opens to him without hesitation. Khimi’s tongue slips inside, coaxing and claiming, slick and bold. Their kiss is messy—too much, too deep, too wet—but neither of them pulls away. Their mouths chase each other in a dance of desperate want, a slick rhythm of breath and heat. Saliva spills from the corners of Lumi’s lips, sliding down his chin. Still, he doesn’t stop. Need coils tighter in his gut. With a muffled sound, he surges upward, pressing against Khimi’s chest, his damp hair clinging to his cheeks, his breath ragged.
“You were supposed to cum in me,” Lumi growls, voice thick with want and betrayal.
Khimi only smirks, maddeningly smug. “You can’t always get what you want,” he teases, capturing Lumi’s hand in his. “Besides…” He leans in, voice low, “Painting you with my seed? Gods, Lumi. You don’t know what that does to me. You look… appetizing.”
Lumi worries his bottom lip, his chest heaving. Khimi’s words sink into him, leaving him bothered. “I-I guess it’s okay. Every now and then…” he whispers, trying to sound unaffected and failing miserably.
Khimi lifts a finger to Lumi’s chin, tilting his face upward with surprising tenderness. “You know once could never be enough,” he murmurs. “Not with you.”
His lips ghost over Lumi’s cheek, then he rises, stretching as the sun catches on his damp skin. The breeze runs its fingers through his dark, tousled hair, and for a moment, he looks like something carved by the gods. Golden light kisses every inch of him; his strong back, his copper skin, his arms still marked with sweat and love. Lumi’s heart clenches painfully. It’s too much. The sight of him, the scent, the heat, the distance between them. He rises to his knees and presses himself to Khimi’s thigh, cheek brushing against the dark hairs there as he plants soft, desperate kisses along the flesh. Khimi’s fingers return to his hair, stroking gently now, grounding him.
“Khimi,” Lumi whispers, his voice small, raw with longing. He looks up through his lashes, then runs his hand along Khimi’s thigh, until it comes to rest just beneath the heavy sack still damp with sweat.
Khimi says nothing. He doesn’t need to.
His fingers slide deeper into Lumi’s hair, curling, tugging—not cruelly, but possessively. Like he’s claiming what’s already his. Lumi breathes out, already parting his lips as he sinks into position, fitting perfectly between Khimi’s open legs. His breath ghosts hot over sensitive skin, and Khimi shudders, muscles twitching in anticipation.
Lumi trails his tongue along the soft inner thigh, each slow stroke drawing out a fresh gasp or curse from Khimi’s lips. His movements are worshipful, decadent, but purposeful too—because he knows exactly how to make Khimi fall apart. The taste of salt and sex clings to Khimi’s skin, and Lumi groans softly as he laps at the weighty swell of his balls. He sucks one into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he cleans every inch, then moves to the other, lavishing it with the same tender reverence. The scent is maddening, musk and sweat, smoke, and the lingering remnants of their sex. His hand wraps loosely around the base of Khimi’s now-softened cock, guiding it slowly toward his waiting lips. It bobs against Lumi’s mouth, leaking steadily, each tap coaxing a new ache in Lumi’s throat. He takes it in eagerly.
His lips part, and Khimi’s cock slips into his mouth, thick and warm and already stirring with life again. Lumi moans around it, his tongue curling, swirling, teasing the head as his fingers tighten at the root. He glances up through his lashes, Khimi’s face is slack with pleasure, lips parted, the sun casting golden shadows over his sharp jaw. The sight alone spurs Lumi on, and he slides deeper, wanting to be filled, wanting to give everything.
Lumi’s eyes flutter open. Across the reflecting pool, just beyond the ferns, stands one of the estate’s servants. Her indigo kurta flutters in the breeze. She’s frozen, mouth slightly ajar, confusion and alarm flickering across her face. Lumi meets her gaze and smirks. With an intentional slowness, he drags his tongue along the length of Khimi’s cock, never looking away. His eyes flash with something bright and dangerous. Possessive, proud. Daring. She doesn’t move.
Khimi’s head rolls back, a low, strangled moan escaping him as he cries out a string of profanities. His whole body shudders.
Lumi hums in approval, lips curling around the shaft as he gently pulls back Khimi’s foreskin, tongue flicking playfully against the slick, swollen head. Even as precum slicks his mouth and his jaw begins to ache, he keeps watching the servant, drinking in her wide-eyed horror with a triumphant gleam. Then she bolts. Her sandals slap against the sandstone in a panic as she vanishes down the terrace steps, skirts billowing behind her.
Khimi’s eyes flick open, glassy with pleasure but still alert. “Did I hear someone?” he murmurs, though his voice is more laughter than question.
Lumi slowly draws back, letting Khimi’s cock fall free from his mouth with a wet sound. Droplets of spit and seed shine on his lips. He tilts his head coyly. “Does it matter?”
Khimi huffs a laugh, then groans low in his chest. His hands tighten in Lumi’s golden hair, and presses Lumi back down toward his aching cock. “No,” he growls. “It doesn’t.”