Chapter 7: The Hungry Return
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, final click, sealing them in the cool, mirrored box. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The hum of the machinery was the only sound, a low, mechanical thrum that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Kan's feet. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending still buzzing from Visanu's possession, the ghost of that thick, demanding cock still stretching him wide. He felt hollowed out, utterly spent, and yet there was a trembling energy beneath the exhaustion, a craving that had only been sharpened by satisfaction.
Rei's hand found the small of his back. The touch was light, possessive, grounding Kan in the present.
"Your place or mine?" Rei asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet.
"Ours," Kan replied, the word slipping out before he could filter it. It felt right, even if it was new.
Rei's eyes met his in the mirror. A slow smile spread across his face. "Ours, then."
The taxi ride was a blur of neon and shadow, the city sliding past the windows like a fever dream. Kan leaned his head against the cool glass, watching the lights smear into streaks of red and gold. His hands rested on his thighs, and he could feel the faint tremor in them, the aftershock of surrender. Rei sat close beside him, not quite touching, but the proximity was enough. The air between them was charged, expectant.
Neither of them spoke. There was nothing to say that wouldn't feel clumsy and inadequate. The night had already spoken, in terms that were visceral and unforgettable. Kan could still feel Visanu's come inside him, a wet, undeniable presence that made him clench his fingers into his palms.
They stumbled through the door of their apartment—Rei's apartment, but it had become theirs in the space of a few weeks. The familiar scent of Rei's sandalwood incense and the faint, clean fragrance of his lotion wrapped around Kan like a safety net. The bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the city lights filtering through the half-drawn curtains. The ceiling mirror above the bed, cracked at the edges from some long-forgotten mishap, reflected their tangled lives back at them.
Rei didn't give him a moment to settle. He spun Kan around, pressing him against the bedroom door, his mouth crashing down on his with a hunger that bordered on desperation. His hands were everywhere, fisting in Kan's shirt, pulling at the fabric, needing to feel skin.
"That was—" Rei started, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Kan. Watching you take him, watching him fill you—"
"Was what?" Kan asked, his voice thick with arousal.
"I need to see it. I need to see what he did to you." Rei's hands found the button of Kan's trousers, working it open with clumsy urgency. "Get these off. Now.
Kan complied, shoving his trousers and underwear down his legs, kicking them aside. He stood before Rei, naked and trembling, the cool air of the apartment raising goosebumps along his heated skin. He could feel Visanu's release still drying on his thighs, a faint, sticky reminder of his surrender.
Rei's eyes raked over him, dark and hungry. He pushed Kan backward, and Kan staggered until his knees hit the edge of the bed. He fell back onto the mattress, the worn sheets cool against his bare skin. Rei was on him in an instant, between his legs, spreading his thighs wide.
"I've been thinking about this all night," Rei admitted, his voice muffled against Kan's inner thigh. "Watching him use you, watching you take it so eagerly—it drove me insane."
"Show me," Kan breathed. "Show me how insane."
Rei lowered his head and buried his face between Kan's cheeks.
The first touch was a shock of heat. Rei's tongue was flat against his hole, lapping at the slickness there, tasting the mixed evidence of what Kan had endured. The sensation was electric. Kan cried out, his hands flying to the sheets, gripping them tight. Rei's tongue worked relentlessly, circling his rim, probing at his entrance, pushing inside even though he was already loose and aching.
"Fuck, Rei—" Kan gasped.
"That's it," Rei said against his skin, his breath hot and damp. "Let me taste every inch of you. Let me taste him in you."
The thought sent a fresh wave of desire through Kan, his cock hardening despite the exhaustion that pulled at his limbs. Rei's tongue delved deep, pushing past the sore ring of muscle with an insistent, demanding rhythm. His hands kneaded Kan's ass, spreading him wider, opening him up to that invading mouth.
"Please," Kan begged, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Please, Rei, I need you inside me—"
"Not yet." Rei pulled back, his chin glistening. His eyes were wild, feral. "I want to watch you beg for it.
Kan's cheeks flushed. The words should have been humiliating, but they sent a thrill of excitement straight through him. "Rei, please. My cunt needs your cock. I need to feel you stretching me open, filling me up, making me yours."
Rei's smile was predatory. He hooked his hands under Kan's knees, pushing them up and apart, folding Kan nearly in half. Then he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Kan's wet, sore entrance. He didn't give any warning. He thrust.
Kan screamed as Rei buried himself to the hilt in one brutal, unforgiving movement. The stretch was blinding, his body still recovering from Visanu's thicker invasion. But the sensation was perfect—the pressure, the fullness, the overwhelming sense of being claimed. Rei held still for a moment, letting Kan adjust, his forehead pressed against Kan's.
"You feel that?" Rei's voice was raw. "You're still so tight, even after him. Like you were made for my cock."
"Yes," Kan sobbed. "Yes, I was. I am."
Rei pulled out almost entirely, leaving only the head pressed against his rim, and then slammed back in. The impact drove the air from Kan's lungs. Rei set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and hard, hitting that spot inside Kan that made stars burst behind his eyes.
"Look at yourself," Rei commanded, nodding toward the mirror overhead. "Look at how you take me."
Kan forced his eyes open, looking up at the cracked mirror. The image reflected back at him own wrecked face, his mouth open, his body flushed with heat. Below, he could see the point where Rei's cock disappeared into his ass, the skin stretched taut, glistening with their combined slickness. It was obscene and beautiful and so utterly, completely right.
"Goddamn," Kan moaned. "Look at that. My little hole is swallowing you whole."
"That's right." Rei's thrusts became shallower, teasing, pulling a whimper of frustration from Kan. "You like being watched, don't you? Showing everyone how good you can be."
"I like being watched by you." Kan's voice was breathless, needy. "You know that. Please, Rei, stop teasing—I need more."
"More? You've already taken so much tonight." Rei leaned forward, his weight pressing Kan deeper into the mattress. He reached down, his fingers finding Kan's nipples and pinching them hard. Kan cried out, his body arching up.
"Again," Rei ordered.
Kan complied, his voice rising as Rei pinched and twisted, the pain and pleasure blurring into something exquisite. Then Rei lowered his head, taking one swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Kan convulsed, his hands flying to Rei's hair, gripping him tight.
"What do you need?" Rei asked, his voice a low growl against Kan's skin.
"Your cock. Please, Rei, I need it harder. I need you to destroy me."
Rei grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over. Kan scrambled onto his hands and knees, his legs spread wide, his ass raised in offering. Rei didn't waste a moment. He thrust back in from behind, pounding into Kan with a ferocity that made the headboard bang against the wall.
"Yes—" Kan gasped, pushing back to meet each stroke. "Gods, yes—"
Rei's hands came down on his ass, sharp, stinging slaps that made Kan howl. Blood rushed to the surface, painting his cheeks a deep, vivid pink. Each slap coincided with a thrust, the dual assault overwhelming Kan's senses.
"Whose are you?" Rei demanded.
"Yours. I'm yours."
"Say it again."
"Yours! I'm your cunt. Your whole. Use me as much as you need—"
Rei's pace quickened, becoming frantic, animalistic. He gripped Kan's hips with bruising force, holding him steady as he fucked him with abandon. Kan's own cock was hard, dripping precome onto the sheets, but he didn't need to touch it. He didn't need anything except to feel this, to be consumed.
"Fuck—" Rei groaned. "Kan, I'm close. Where do you want it?"
"Inside. Please, I want to feel you fill me again."
Rei's hand snaked around Kan's hip, his fingers finding Kan's neglected cock. He pumped it hard and fast, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Kan screamed when he came, his body clenching so tight around Rei's cock that Rei cried out, his own release spilling into the condom he'd slipped on during the chaos, filling Kan in a way that felt like a final, perfect claim.
Kan collapsed onto the bed, trembling and spent. His body was a wreck, his hole stretched and sore, his muscles screaming with exertion. He felt utterly and completely owned, wrapped in a cocoon of physical exhaustion and emotional surrender.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Rei pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before flopping down beside Kan. He pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in Kan's neck.
"I'm sorry," Rei whispered. "I might have gotten a little carried away."
Kan laughed, the sound shaky and raw. "Don't be. It was perfect."
They lay there, tangled together, the city humming softly outside their window. Kan could feel the sweat cooling on his skin, the ache between his legs a pleasant, constant pulse. He felt lighter than he had in weeks, as if the night had somehow exorcised something he hadn't even known was haunting him.
"Are you okay?" Rei asked quietly.
"Yeah." Kan's voice was soft. "I'm more than okay. I didn't know I could feel like this. Like it was all leading up to this moment."
Rei propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at him with something that might have been tenderness. "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I'm just learning to be." Kan reached up, cupping Rei's cheek. "Thank you. For everything. For not judging me, for letting me figure this out in my own way."
Rei leaned into his touch. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad I get to be part of this with you."
Kan's smiled, soft and content. His eyelids were heavy, but his mind was racing, thinking of what came next. Visanu's words echoed in his mind: There are depths you haven't touched yet. The thought made him shiver with anticipation.
He knew there was more waiting for them. More to discover, more to become. But for now, this was enough. Lying in the warm, familiar safety of Rei's arms, his body full and satisfied.
As Kan drifted off to sleep, he felt Rei press a gentle kiss to his forehead, a final benediction. In the darkness, Kun's voice echoed in his mind, a whisper of things yet to come: Tomorrow, I'll show you what else you can become.
And for the first time in his life, Kan felt truly ready for whatever was coming next.
Rei woke first.
The pale grey light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Kan lay sprawled beside him, one arm thrown over his face, his breathing deep and even. The night had left its marks on him—a faint bruise blooming on his hip, his lips swollen, a certain looseness in his posture that hadn't been there before.
Rei's eyes traveled down Kan's body, taking in the landscape of his back and the curve of his ass. The sight made his mouth go dry. When Kan shifted in his sleep, his legs spreading slightly, Rei saw it. His hole, still slick with the remnants of their night, was visibly relaxed—puffy, pink, and open.
It was the most beautiful thing Rei had ever seen.
He lay still for a long moment, watching the slight pulse of Kan's entrance as he breathed. The knowledge that he'd done that, that his cock had stretched Kan to that extent, sent a hot coil of arousal twisting through his gut. His own cock stirred against his thigh, already half-hard.
Rei reached out, his fingers tracing a slow path down Kan's spine. Kan didn't stir. Emboldened, Rei slid his hand lower, cupping one cheek and squeezing gently before letting his finger drift inward. He pressed against the rim, and it gave way easily, sliding inside up to the first knuckle.
Kan sighed in his sleep, his hips pushing back just slightly.
That was all the invitation Rei needed.
He rolled onto his stomach, positioning himself between Kan's thighs. He spread Kan's cheeks with both hands, pressing his face into that warm, intimate space. The smell of Kan hit him—musk, sweat, the lingering trace of Visanu's expensive cologne. It was raw and completely intoxicating.
Rei dragged his tongue from the base of Kan's balls up to that loose, reddened entrance.
Kan's whole body twitched.
Rei did it again, slower this time, circling the rim before pressing his tongue inside. He knew Kan was still asleep, and the thought made him harder—the idea of taking what he wanted while Kan was completely vulnerable and open. He pushed deeper, his tongue curling and stroking against the inner walls, tasting the complex residue of the night's activities.
"Mm... what—" Kan's voice was rough with sleep.
Rei didn't answer. He just kept licking, broad and flat, then pointed and probing. His hands gripped Kan's ass, pulling him closer, spreading him wider.
"Rei?" Kan's voice was more alert now, but still thick with confusion.
When he didn't respond, Kan twisted, looking over his shoulder. Their eyes met—Rei's dark with hunger, shining over the swell of Kan's ass. Kan's mouth opened in a silent gasp.
"Don't stop," he breathed.
Rei's grin was feral against his skin. He went back to work, making it filthy and wet and wanting. He pushed his tongue inside as far as it would go, then pulled out to suck at the rim, drawing the tissue into his mouth, tugging at it.
"Fuck—" Kan moaned, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Rei could feel everything. Kan's body was so open, so accepting. He could taste the residual lube, the salt, the faint trace of Visanu's release. He wanted to devour him.
"Do you know how gorgeous you look from here?" Rei asked, his voice low and rough. "Your little hole just gaping at me, begging to be filled again."
"Rei—" Kan's voice cracked. "Please, just put it in. I need you."
"Need me?" Rei circled his rim with a slick finger, pressing just inside. "You're already so loose. So easy. Want me to see how deep I can get?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes—"
Rei moved, kneeling between Kan's legs. His hand shook as he lined up his cock, the head pressing against that yielding entrance. He watched as the tip began to slide in, the ring of muscle swallowing him eagerly, offering no resistance at all.
"Fucking hell," Rei hissed, pushing deeper. "Look at this. Just swallowing me whole."
Kan's head fell back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Rei drove in slow and steady, savoring the sensation of being pulled inside. He didn't stop until he was fully embedded, his balls pressing against Kan's skin, one hand gripping the back of Kan's neck to keep him in place.
"We're not even using lube," Rei marveled, pulling out an inch and sliding back in. "You're already dripping from last night. My perfect little toy."
Kan was trembling beneath him, his hands fisting the sheets. His ass was completely slack around Rei's cock, stretched to the limit, the constant barrage of last night's debauchery making way for this morning's invasion.
Rei set a steady rhythm, shallow at first, letting Kan adjust. The glide was incredible—wet and tight, nothing like it should have been after all they'd done. He pushed deeper, rolling his hips, trying to find that spot that made Kan melt.
"There," Kan gasped as Rei hit it. "Right there. Fuck, do it again."
Rei obeyed, slamming into that exact angle. Kan cried out, his body jerking forward on the bed.
"You like that?" Rei's voice was strained. "You like being used like this first thing in the morning?"
"Use me," Kan begged, pushing back against every stroke. "Fuck me open. Fuck me until I can't walk."
Rei grabbed his hips, pulling him up onto his hands and knees. He fucked him harder now, deeper, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Kan's head hung down, his mouth open, drool pooling on the sheets as the relentless rhythm drove him higher.
Rei leaned forward, his chest pressing against Kan's back. His hand found Kan's nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers until it was pebbled and aching. Kan whined, trying to escape the sensation, but Rei just chased him, twisting until he moaned.
Sucking in a low breath, Rei attached his lips to Kan's damp neck, kissing, biting, drawing a fresh mark over an old one. His other hand slid over Kan's stomach, across the planes of his abdomen, feeling the muscles twitching beneath his fingers.
"You look like sin," Rei murmured against his throat. "Every inch of you is just fuckin' worn out and used—and it's making me crazy."
Kan's body clenched around him, a wordless plea in the movement. Rei reached down, gripping Kan's base, stroking him in time with his thrusts. He knew from the shudder that ran through Kan's spine that the dual assault was overwhelming.
"I'm close," Kan gasped, his voice ragged. "Rei, I can't—"
Then Rei saw the mirror.
The old, cracked mirror on the ceiling, still reflecting the morning-light band across their bodies, showed Rei a perfect angle of them. He could see himself fucking into Kan, his own face twisted with concentration, his cock disappearing into that stretched, reddened hole. But more than that—he could see the subtle bulge pushing against Kan's belly with each deep thrust.
"I need you to see this," Rei said, pulling out.
Kan cried out at the sudden emptiness, but Rei was already hauling him off the bed, dragging him across the room. He positioned Kan in front of the full-length mirror by the closet, making him turn his head and watch his reflection. Then, without a word, he bent Kan from the waist, gripped his hips, and slammed back inside.
The reflection was obscene. Kan's hole stretched around Rei's cock, closing impossibly tight around the shaft. As Rei pushed in fully, they both watched the skin bulge beneath Kan's stomach, the silhouette of Rei's length pressing against the inner wall of his belly.
"Look at that," Rei commanded, his thrusts slow and pointed so Kan could watch the visual. "Look how deep I'm in you. You can see it in your stomach."
Kan's mouth hung open, his eyes fixed on the sight. A sound escaped him, caught between a sob and a moan. His own cock hung hard and leaking between his thighs, bobbing with each impact.
"I'm gonna feel you for days," Rei said, his voice a low rasp. "Every time you sit down, you'll remember exactly how wide I stretched you."
"Gods, Rei—" Kan's arms were shaking, his legs threatening to buckle. "Please, I need to come. Let me come."
Rei's hand found his cock again, stroking fast and rough, matching the brutal rhythm of his own thrusts. The bulb in his belly pulsed on each stroke deep enough to reach the base of Kan's cock.
"Then look at us," Rei ordered. "This is what you want. Watch the way we fit."
Kan spread his legs wider, arching his back. He looked at the reflection, at the powerful body behind him and at his own, so open and willing.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop.
Then Kan came, exploding across the mirror with a guttural scream that echoed off the walls. His body convulsed around Rei's cock, squeezing and pulsing as the climax wrenched through him. Rei followed, a roar tearing from his chest as he poured himself into Kan, their reflections blurring together in the streaked glass.
They stood there for a long moment, panting, their foreheads pressed together. Rei pulled out slowly, watching his come leak out of Kan's gaping hole, tracking down his thigh. He reached down and pushed it back in, holding it there with two fingers, keeping him plugged.
"Don't waste a drop," Rei said softly.
Kan looked at him with glazed but grateful eyes. He bent forward, bracing his hands on his knees, still breathing hard. "When did you become so demanding?" he managed.
"You told me you wanted to be used," Rei said, kissing the back of his neck. "I'm just making sure you're well taken care of.
"You're going to kill me," Kan said, but his voice was warm, contented.
"Maybe. But you'll die happy." He held Kan for a moment, steadying him. "Come on. I'll run you a bath."
Kan laughed, low and pleased. "You'd better. I can't walk."
Rei smiled—a real smile, not the predatory one he'd worn all morning. Lacing his fingers through Kan's, he pulled him toward the bathroom, heedless of the mess dripping down their legs.
Perched on the side of the tub as the water ran hot, Rei daubed a cloth over Kan's bruised back. "So," he said, watching Kan's face in the mirror across from them. "Visanu. He said he'd be in touch, right?"
Kan's gaze met his. "Yeah. He did. He mentioned... introducing me to some friends. Said they'd appreciate me."
Rei's fingers paused on Kan's skin. "And that's something you want?"
A long silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of water. Kan's reflection was thoughtful, his eyes studying Rei's in the glass. "I don't know what I want," he said honestly. "But I know I'm curious. I feel like I'm learning something about myself that was there all along."
"Then I'll be there," Rei said simply. "Whatever you discover, I'm there."