Kael's POV
He is still on his knees in my mind long after I pull him up.
Even now, with both of us spent and half-dressed on the training mats, the image will not leave. Akira looking up at me with my cock stretching his mouth, eyes wet at the corners, lips shiny with spit, taking everything I gave him like he had been starving for it.
The way he moaned around the length. The way his free hand braced on my thigh like he needed the anchor. The soft, broken sounds he made when I called him baby and he only sucked harder. I can still feel the wet heat of his throat.
I can still see the exact moment he chose to drop to the floor for me without being asked.
The memory sits in my blood like a second pulse. I want to fuck him.
The want is so immediate and so total that it borders on violence. I want to roll him onto his back right here on these mats, spread the thighs that are still trembling from what I already did to him, and push into the tight heat my fingers just opened.
