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“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Goro drawls. His tone slips out from his tongue, corrosive and needling.
Akira knows he’s trying to goad him into the room. Determined to not let his new husband win with the tactics of a bully, Akira slowly exhales, shifting the sheer white robe around his body. A wedding gift on their wedding night.
Shutting his eyes, Akira presses his back against the hotel’s bathroom door, heart racing wildly in his chest. This isn’t their first time — not by far — but it is their first time after Akira’s simultaneous surgeries. As much as Goro tried to help Akira with the healing process, Akira refused — he hoped to keep the results a secret until this very moment.
“Akira…” Goro practically sings. There’s a clink of glass on glass. The pour of another drink.
A thrill zips up Akira’s spine at the thought. Goro likes to leave marks when he’s thrumming with alcohol. By morning, Akira will be a walking canvas of bruises and bites. He shivers with delight and anticipation.
Goro’s voice grows curt, “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
An inhale.
An exhale.
Akira steps out of the shadows, heart in his throat as he takes a hesitant step toward his husband. There’s nothing to fear. Goro loves him. Always has… Mostly.
A pure white, sharp grin splits Goro’s lips. He leers at Akira, eyes raking down his frame. “Still hiding, I see.”
Akira flushes, but his eyes catch the way Goro’s heavy length begins to rise even at the barest hint of his presence. Of what’s to come.
Pulling at the satin belt around his waist, Akira offers the shakiest of smiles. “You seem eager.”
“I’ve waited three months to touch you again. I’m famished, Akira.”
A blush dances across Akira’s cheeks at the way Goro says it — breathless and desperate. He shrugs one shoulder out of the robe, hoping to boost his own confidence, but a burst of nerves explodes in his chest, and his motions falter. Like Goro said — it’s been three months.
At Akira’s hesitance, Goro’s hands lash out, gripping the robe and dragging Akira forward. He pries at Akira’s vice grip on the cloth. “I’ve waited too long for this, Akira.” Goro pulls him down onto his lap, hands snaking beneath the fabric. His mouth presses firmly against Akira’s torso, right beneath the scars still hiding.
Instinctively, Akira jerks away. His breath catches in his lungs, held there as Goro’s hands freeze. They tighten around Akira’s waist, leaving no room to shift away.
Goro barks out a laugh — a forced, strained thing. “Are you trying to get away from me? On our wedding night?”
Akira flushes with embarrassment and shame. “N- No! I’m just-”
“Worried.”
Akira nods mournfully.
“Pathetic. I thought you knew me better than that.”
“I do! I’m sorry. It’s just… new.”
Goro shoves at the fabric, pushing it back and away from Akira’s body, exposing him completely. His thumb trails along Akira’s scars — not assessing, not judging, just tracing. Immediately after, Goro’s gaze drops south. He grabs ahold of himself, tapping his cock less than gently against Akira’s, a smirk breaking his concentrated expression when Akira twitches and gasps.
Akira’s stomach twists in knots, churned by a curious blend of nerves and arousal.
“Well, the sensitivity is new.” Goro bites his lower lip to suppress another grin. “I can’t see why you’re so afraid. Sure your cock is a fifth of my size but at least you’ll be more comfortable while riding me.” He reaches up, shoving the robe completely off Akira’s shoulders. “How about you show off that beautiful body for me by doing that right now?”
The nerves increase tenfold at Goro’s request, but Akira nods his agreement, lifting onto his knees and reaching back to line himself up with Goro’s cock. He swallows hard, feeling like a virgin again. His heart pounds so loudly it’s almost the only thing Akira can hear. He nearly misses the way Goro groans as he sinks lower.
Several kisses are pressed along Akira’s neck, followed by a few stinging bites. Goro’s eagerness dulls Akira’s senses, and Akira can only think about the way he’s being split open. Little did he know how trained his body once was to take Goro’s length. Now it feels impossible — too much to bear so soon. Akira’s movements stutter and slow. His rhythm is all off, and he can barely take half of Goro inside.
Fingers slide along Akira’s scalp before securing at his roots and whipping his head back. “Did you forget how to please me?”
The anxiety shimmering in Akira’s body burns out like dead wood in a wildfire. Goro’s voice sears into him, boiling his blood and setting his limbs on fire. His cunt drips at the dissatisfied tone and the way he’s held aloft. Akira’s breathing grows ragged, stuttering as Goro flicks his cock repeatedly.
“It seems I’ll have to teach you again…” Another particularly harsh flick lands on Akira’s tip, and his body shudders. “But that’s for another day…” His fingers slip down Akira’s cunt, stopping at where they’re joined together. “You haven’t even taken half of me…” Goro muses. It sounds almost threatening. His next words very much are. “Tonight, we’ll work on breaking you in again.”
Before Akira can protest, Goro’s arm winds around his waist and twists him. He lands flat on his back against a creaking hotel bed, and gasps for air when Goro’s left hand clamps around his throat, cutting off his oxygen until he’s red in the face. Akira claws at Goro’s arm, wheezing when he finally relents.
“After all…” Goro looms over him, a gentle hand cradling Akira’s cheek. “If you can’t do this, what are you good for?”
Akira flushes again, body hot with desire and aching for Goro’s touch. Somewhere in the dizzy mess of his mind, Akira finds a few simple words to spit back and try to refute Goro’s questioning of him. “I’m good enough.”
Goro laughs earnestly this time, amusement dancing along his features. “We’ll see.” Immediately, he grabs one of Akira’s legs, pushing it against his husband’s chest and leaning against it. “It’s been a while.” His gaze travels south to where Akira is spread open and on display. Akira knows what he sees.
A soft red cunt, dripping with need. A painfully erect cock, desperate for attention. A hole, waiting to be filled.
Akira intentionally clenches and satisfaction ripples through him when Goro licks his lips. “You like it?”
Goro notches his cock, pushing in far enough to knock the smug grin off Akira’s face. He shallowly thrusts a few times, getting himself wet. Even just those few motions are enough for Akira’s breath to catch. It’s tight. Tighter than Akira remembers. Like Goro might split him in two — tear him completely asunder. Grabbing Akira’s other leg, Goro pins it too, leaving Akira wide open, exposed, and twitching helplessly around the tip of his husband’s cock as he vainly attempts to acclimate to the sensation of being filled.
“Always have.”
Goro leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss against Akira’s lips, biting at his lower lip before pulling back and snapping his hips forward in one fluid motion. As he bottoms out, Akira’s head drops back. He keens — loudly — and moans even louder when Goro’s teeth find the tender skin of his throat. His mind struggles to comprehend the weight on and inside of him while his senses run wild, scattered to the winds by a burst of agonizing pleasure that continues to echo throughout his entire being. It aches so deeply, Akira feels it in his soul. It feels so intensely good that his vision blurs at the edges.
But Goro doesn’t give him but the barest moment to grow accustomed to the sickening bliss.
The rhythm Goro sets is relentless. He drives into him effortlessly, with so much practiced skill that Akira half wonders if he’s been storing it all up since before the first surgery. Every slap of his hips buries him deep within Akira, striking so powerfully it radiates up his spine and fills his mind with a delirious haze so delicious that he wonders if he might lose himself.
When Goro pulls back and thrusts into him again, Akira’s senses slip entirely. His body leans into the elation of having Goro inside him. His thoughts are consumed by sheer rapture shivering throughout every bit of him. The only thing that breaks through is Goro’s low laughter, pressed against his shoulder.
“I knew you still had it in you. So perfect for me, Akira.” He snaps his hips again, groaning into Akira’s ear. “You feel incredible. Better than ever.”
Euphoria blossoms in Akira’s chest. He feels like he could burst with delight. Every unfounded fear crumbles to dust in his husband’s embrace, supplanted by an all-consuming sensation of love and bliss. It only lasts for a second. Goro picks up his pace, pounding into Akira with purpose. He sees the way Akira’s eyes flutter. Watches the way his breathing quickens. He knows his husband intimately and knows how to make him fall apart.
Pleasure creeps along Akira’s bones, building as it seeps into his muscles, bores into every cell. It erupts into a kaleidoscope of colors, sensations, and emotions as it swallows Akira’s entire being whole. He loses himself in it — enthralled by the way Goro’s movement shakes him, fills him, completes him.
Akira startles awake. A moan immediately slips free from his lips. He tries to sit up, frowning when he realizes he’s tied to the bed post by the satin ribbon that once kept his robe cinched. Goro lays on the bed beside him, eyes focused on Akira’s cock — fingers poised to flick it again. The poor thing is hard and red from abuse. Abuse that pulses crooked satisfaction into Akira's veins. He relishes every bit of it.
Stifling a second groan, Akira finally draws Goro’s attention. He smiles, a soft expression that belies the torture he’s been putting Akira’s cock through. He doesn’t say anything though, so Akira attempts to sieve his husband’s thoughts from the silence.
“You seem to like it.”
Goro smirks. “Oh, I certainly do. But he lacks stamina.”
Before the statement fully settles into Akira's understanding, Goro closes two fingers around Akira’s cock, rubbing it vigorously. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to escalate into something unsustainable. Akira gasps and cums nearly immediately.
Another smile graces Goro’s lips. “It’s a good thing we don’t have plans for this trip.” He presses a gentle kiss to the edge of Akira’s cunt, blowing on his cock teasingly. “I’m going to spend the rest of our honeymoon training you. Think you can keep up?”
Akira swallows, exhaling slowly. No part of him is certain he will survive the week intact. No part of him hopes he does. Still, defiance thrums in his chest. “I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”
“I doubt it,” Goro laughs. “But I’ll be glad to watch you try. I’m certain you’ve lost your touch, so we’ll go back to the basics. Lesson one-” His hand snakes up to Akira’s face, fingers pressing into the hinge of his jaw and prying it open. “- suppressing the gag reflex.” Goro smirks, evidently satisfied in the way Akira’s breathing picks up. “Try not to choke.”