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“You’re not the one breaking the promise, I’m the one who will.” 

Tutor could feel his heart beating so hard, that he was afraid it would break out of his ribcage any moment. But he tried his best to not let it show on the outside.

Tutor traced his fingers over Fighter’s mouth and watched with fascination as the older’s eyes got that half lidded, distant look - like Fighter’s head was going to another place he was too afraid to let anyone see, especially Tutor. It was exactly the opening Tutor had been looking for from the moment he had undressed them both and gently dragged Fighter along into the sauna with exactly zero pretense on how innocent his plans were. So far Tutor just spared Fighter the details.

Fighter chased after his fingers with his mouth and Tutor knew he needed to be careful or he’d get distracted himself.  He’d been teasing already long enough - before the sauna, in the sauna now. He wasn’t even sure if Fighter was aware of it, how his tongue darted out and his brows furrowed, so desperate to get Tutor’s fingers into his mouth. Tutor felt arousal nearly knock him over.

The dark, pessimistic part in Tutor had been sure, that they would have this little beach trip and nothing more. Whatever unresolved sexual tension there had been between them - as soon as they just fucked it out, they’d be done with it. Fighter would lose his obsession with him when he finally got what he wanted - some outlet for his obviously repressed desires - and Tutor would have a good time. Then, finally with all that horny energy out of their system - they would realize that it was nothing more than that. The thrill of the unknown would be gone. They could move on with their lives and it would be just a good memory.

Instead - the opposite seemed to happen. Every little thing Tutor discovered about Fighter made him grow addicted, made his blood boil, made his heart explode. And instead of Fighter growing tired of him, it overwhelmed Tutor every single day how the older just couldn’t get enough of him in the same way.

Tutor denied Fighter his fingers and before the hurt look could drive him completely insane he drew Fighter into a kiss and climbed on top of him. Their skin would be already hot and sweat slick even without the sauna - the heat was making Tutor dizzy or maybe it was the taste of Fighter or the way the older sighed into his kiss with such bliss, opened his mouth so willingly for him and his tongue. As he liked to do so often, Fighter allowed Tutor the lead and Tutor gladly took it to bite, lick and kiss that perfect mouth in whatever way he pleased.

Fighter’s hands roamed over his body like they were unsure where they wanted to hold onto him. Or maybe he was still hung up on that stupid ”promise” he had made and didn’t know whether he should draw Tutor closer or push him away.

Fuck that, I take you however I please, Tutor thought, still stuck somewhere between amused and irritated by the stupid gentlemanly ideas Fighter got in his head.  And it was not like Tutor didn’t already feel prominently how little Fighter would like for this to stop. The evidence was very obviously grinding against him.

As they broke apart, heavily breathing and Tutor looked down at Fighter there was that glassy look in Fighter’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his lips red, the corners of his mouth shining. So damn beautiful and just for Tutor to take.

He saw it on Fighter’s face the second the older wanted to switch their positions, bury Tutor under him and have his way. Tutor allowed Fighter to turn them over but before he could push for Tutor’s legs to open and make room for him, Tutor grabbed him by the thigh and pulled him into his lap instead. It was really interesting how such a little change could already flip around who’s in charge and who wasn’t.

With a smug smile and an arched eyebrow Tutor looked up at Fighter. The immediate reaction was even better than he could have hoped for. Fighter always liked having Tutor in his lap - loved the unrestrained access it gave him, loved when Tutor smiled coyly and wrapped his arms around his neck. The surprise was plain to see on Fighter’s face now - the wild mix of emotions that followed and the insecurity that lay underneath all of this as he found himself in this unfamiliar position.

Feeling the tension and the nervousness, Tutor started to draw soothing circles over Fighter’s flanks, over his stomach and chest. His hands wandered further up, came together around Fighter’s neck, his jaw until he could pull Fighter’s face towards him. Before the kiss had been all heat and explosive arousal - this time Tutor nipped delicately on his boyfriend’s lips, pressed his thumb into the corner of his mouth to make him open up.

Despite being as noticeably insecure as Fighter was at the moment, he went along with it and easily got distracted. The hands of the older lay on Tutor’s shoulders, his fingers burying themselves almost painfully into Tutor’s flesh. The kiss might be slower but all the more intense and deliciously more desperate on Fighter’s part.

It was clear that Fighter didn’t quite know what to do with himself in his situation so Tutor placed a hand on his hips and pulled him in while lifting his own hips at the same time to press them together. Both of them moaned into the kiss. At that point they got lost for a bit, falling into a rhythm that came natural to them grinding against each other.

Tutor enjoyed every little sound coming from Fighter too much and he wanted to be able to hear more of it, so he pulled away from Fighter’s mouth. As always Fighter looked unhappy about that -  if Tutor would let Fighter have his way then they would just spend hours in bed making out and nothing else. But he was soothed easily as Tutor trailed kisses over his jaw, to his throat to indulge in one of his favorite parts of Fighter. Fighter pressed harder against him when Tutor’s teeth sunk into his pale perfect skin before sucking on it with the plan to leave a mark. If Fighter insisted on running around with half open shirts, then he could start wearing evidence of their holiday exploits. Tutor feared he could just come like this - with Fighter in his lap grinding against him like a horny teenager while he leaned his head back and exposed his neck and throat for Tutor to feast on and do whatever he pleased. And if the shaky sighs coming from the older were any indication than he felt the same.

But this was not what Tutor aimed for here, not on their last night. There was something he needed to know, he needed to do - even though he feared if Fighter agreed than the deal would be sealed for good. Then Tutor didn’t know if he could ever let go of this man again.

Tutor’s hand wandered away from where they had rested and encouraged Fighter’s movement on his hips and continued where he had left off before Fighter had pulled away like a spooked deer. Even with the bottom open and the zipper pulled down the jeans were such a tight fit - great for Fighter’s ass, annoying for Tutor now when he wanted nothing more but to wrap his damn hand around his boyfriend’s cock. Conscious not to hurt the other on the teeth of the zipper, Tutor managed to pull him out carefully. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that Fighter was already hard in his hand - Fighter was so easy for him and Tutor loved it more than anything. Every touch of him seemed to drive the older wild and it gave Tutor a power rush he would never admit out loud. Tutor sank his teeth into Fighter’s chest.

”Tutor - maybe - we shouldn’t…”, Fighter murmured, basically vibrating with restraint in his arms. Tutor peaked up innocently from his newest dark red achievement on Fighter’s pec. Until now he had forgotten that technically they were in public at the moment. The sauna and pool area was not exactly theirs. But Tutor had seen maybe two people at most during their visit in this way too fancy, expensive resort and it was very late already. The chances that someone would walk in on them and get a nice eyeful through the glass walls was close to 0, but not entirely impossible. And yet - he couldn’t really get himself to care all that much about it. And he didn’t even want to know how much damn money Fighter paid for all the staff to pretend like they haven’t seen anything.

On the contrary, everyone should send him a damn “Thank you”-note if they were lucky to be treated to this kind of view.

Fighter looked down on him with a frown, a beautiful flush spreading from his cheeks all the way down his chest. His lips were red and wet and showed clearly what they had been doing way too much for the last couple days and Tutor’s propensity to use teeth. Tutor smiled sweetly and leaned in to press a soft peck against the older’s abused lips. ”Don’t worry, P’.” Tutor brushed his lips over Fighter’s once more and all protest Fighter might have left in him was immediately forgotten when Tutor lifted his right hand up to his own mouth. He kept eye contact with Fighter the entire time while he licked an obscene wet stripe from his palm to his fingers and back down again, before wrapping it back around Fighter’s cock and gave it a nice form tug.

Fighter drew in a sharp breath, his pupil’s dilating and mouth hanging open in awe. ”How are you real…!”

Tutor had been asking himself the same about Fighter more than once.

Tutor started to move his hand in a slow, thorough rhythm and knotted his free hand into Fighter’s hair to hold him in place as he practically pried Fighter’s lips apart with his tongue before he licked into his mouth. Fighter moaned into the kiss and opened up willingly while he grazed his thumb against Tutor’s jaw line, pushing upwards into his hand. Tutor hummed as he felt Fighter’s tongue brushing against his own.

Fighter was distracted enough that Tutor could let his left hand glide back out of his hair and run it down over Fighter’s neck, along his spine, the slight dip of the small of his back before it snuck further down to grab Fighter’s partially bare ass, squeezing it a bit. Fighter broke away from his mouth with a gasp, staring down at him wide eyed.

Tutor carefully studied his face, watched how Fighter bit his bottom lip as Tutor dug his fingernails in the perfect firm flesh of his ass and his gaze went from shocked to overcome by that certain desire he kept so carefully locked away, his eyes fluttering shut. The tips of Tutor’s index and middle finger dipped slightly between Fighter’s cheeks. He was sure he was making his intention very clear and he was sure Fighter got that message judging from his reaction.

”Tor-!” Fighter gasped hotly, hiding his face against Tutor’s shoulder, but he wasn’t exactly pushing Tutor away - so that was a good first sign.

”Tell me to stop and I’ll do it”, Tutor murmured right next to Fighter’s ear, pressing a kiss to his sweat salty temple. It would take a considerable amount of will, but he’d stop. He didn’t want to push the older into anything he didn’t want - or no. Tutor would bet a large sum of money that Fighter wanted exactly this. But he wouldn’t force him into anything he wasn’t ready for just yet.  Because Tutor couldn’t quite stop himself from pushing a bit, letting his voice drop deeper with promise. ”Tell me to stop or this is happening.”

When Fighter didn’t answer, Tutor let his fingers dip lower and daringly brushed the tip of his index finger against Fighter’s hole. ”I know you want this, babe.” Tutor knew he was playing a bit dirty and he would feel bad for it if he wasn’t so sure that he was saying the truth. Fighter wanted this. Tutor had seen it in his face the first time he had pressed the other into the cushions of the sofa during what was supposed to be a study sessions - that look, fuck, Tutor would never forget the look in his eyes. It was the first thing Tutor had embarrassingly jerked off to, when their relationship still felt impossible and he still believed that Fighter would never in a million years get over all his repressed feelings and issues. He might have become a bit obsessed with it, trying to tease this needy, raw side of Fighter to the surface.

”Let me take care of you, P’, please.” That was probably the hardest part for Fighter to wrap his head around. When Fighter still didn’t say anything, just kept clinging onto him and hiding his face, Tutor picked up the movement of his hand again. Fighter was still hard in his hand and by now leaking as Tutor circled his thumb over his tip. The continuous trembling of Fighter’s thighs were a sure sign that he was close to coming already. Maybe this might be answer enough. Still not seeing any protest Tutor dared even more and pressed his index finger against the tight ring of muscles until he breached the first tense resistance. It was too dry to go further. They had no lube at hand so he couldn’t really do everything he wanted to do here, but he could carefully test the waters - what he didn’t expect though was that this was apparently all it needed to push Fighter over the edge.

Stunned Tutor watched as Fighter gasped wet and desperate against his shoulder and his hips snapped forward into Tutor’s hands. Tutor still had the presence of mind to cover Fighter’s cock with his hand to not completely ruin both of their shorts and make a mess of them entirely.  With awe Tutor stroked Fighter through his orgasm before carefully withdrawing his hands. Fighter sacked against him, body shaking. Tutor had expected….he didn’t know what exactly he had expected anymore. His own cock might still be trapped and desperate for attention in his pants - but his brain was just as blown away as if he’d been the one hitting his climax.

His own arousal hit him like a truck at full speed, making his blood run so hot he feared he’d pass out this instant in the sauna. Just when he thought that Fighter couldn’t drive him any crazier - just when he thought that he couldn’t want him any more -

”P’Fight…”, Tutor gasped, retracting his hands very carefully and using his… well, not cum stained hand to gently push the older up a bit, to be able to look in his face again. What he saw took his breath away all over.

”Don’t stop, Tor, please…don’t stop.” Fighter’s voice broke wetly around his name. A strangled gasp left Tutor when Fighter fished for his hand and started to suck his fingers into his mouth, cleaning his own cum from Tutor’s hand with such a devastating devotion that Tutor’s felt his heart burst in his chest and his brain going almost entirely blank, his cock throb painfully. I love you, I love you, I love you, was all his mind blared in a screaming mantra.



Tutor didn’t quite know how he managed to drag both of them back to their hotel room. Even less did he remember how he got them into the shower to wash away the sweat from the sauna. It was all kind of disconnected in his memory - the next thing he remembered was only his back hitting the cold tiles of the shower wall and Fighter ravishing his mouth like he wouldn’t have another chance tomorrow. But he also remembered how he kissed back with the same fervor, holding onto Fighter with one hand buried in his hair and the other now with zero hesitation holding onto his ass.

When Fighter grew a bit too eager (and Tutor too close to being tempted to just cave in and allow the other to fuck him against the glass shower wall), Tutor flipped them around, squeezing his hand around Fighter’s throat in warning. The way Fighter moaned, his head hitting the shower wall with a worryingly loud thunk.

Somehow they made it out of the shower - no mean feat considering how neither of them seemed ready to really let go of the other. It was a struggle with towels - Tutor pressed into the sink while Fighter kissed and licked his cheek - Fighter being shoved away but drawn back a second later for Tutor to bite into his jaw - until they were finally dry enough to not regret their wet bed later in the night.

By the time they finally reached the bed, Tutor felt ready to burst out of his skin, his body prickled with arousal and his cock was aching. In the shower he had come close to shoving Fighter to his knees, feeding him his cock like he seemed so eager for, but he had sworn to himself that if he came tonight it would be inside Fighter and nowhere else. With a bit more force than strictly necessary Tutor pushed Fighter onto the pristine white sheets. The bed creaked under the sudden weight thrown on it.

As frantic as their way here had been, it all turned quiet as the tension rose again in the room. The only light falling into the bedroom was the full moon coming in from the window front. Tutor took a moment - no matter how desperate and high strung he felt - to take in the sight in front of him. Fighter was gorgeous. In a completely different way than he usually was. Splayed out entirely naked like this. Pale skin littered with the evidence of previous nights and today. He was already half hard again from their shower escapades. His hair was wild from the vicious towel rub it had received from Tutor. His lips parted, abused and his dark eyes were fixed on Tutor. He didn’t look afraid exactly - his emotions were somewhere between anxious and restrained excitement. He already looked debauched and they hadn’t even really come to the main act.

Tutor never wanted anything or anyone more than he wanted Fighter in this moment.

”P’Fight…” Tutor slowly crawled on the bed, coming close enough to reach out and gently cup the older’s cheek. ”Tell me to stop and we have to never talk about this again.” He would. That was still the truth. But he couldn’t promise that he’d be able to stop himself anywhere past this point. He had to make sure one last time - despite how sure he was - he needed Fighter to say it.

Fighter leaned his head into Tutor’s hand, turning far enough that he could press a kiss into Tutor’s palm. ”I…” Fighter started and clearly struggled to find the words. Tutor gave him all the time he needed. ”You- damn.” He closed his eyes, expression turning distressed. Before Tutor could draw his hand away, say he’d stop, tell him he was sorry for pushing, Fighter breathed in deeply and wrapped his hand around Tutor’s wrist, holding it in place. When he finally met Tutor’s eyes there was nothing but raw, unfiltered longing shining in his dark eyes. ”You don’t know how much I want you. Please, Tor…I want you. Take me.”

Tutor inhaled sharply and suddenly he was the one trembling, barely able to hold Fighter’s gaze. It was too much. It always felt like too much - too soon - too good - and it made the dark, hungry, greedy part in his brain roar with hunger.

Mine. You are mine. You will be forever mine. No one else can have you. I gave up so many things in my life but I will never give you up.

With a deep growl, Tutor pushed onto the bed, forcing Fighter’s legs apart and the older into a rather aggressive kiss. Tutor couldn’t bear to see that look on the older’s face any longer. Fighter wrapped one of his legs loosely around Tutor’s waist and held his face between his hands for a short moment before he slid his hands down and over Tutor’s chest, his fingers tracing over his skin until he brushed them against Tutor’s nipples, his ribs and then along his sides. Every place Fighter touched felt like it was on fire.

Tutor pulled back from the kiss, at which Fighter chased his lips a little to brush them against each other once more before he laid back and looked up at Tutor with anxious expectations. Tutor gave him a short encouraging smile, before he gave his mouth something better to do - working his way down from Fighter’s lips to his chin, along his throat, chest and stomach. Retracing all that well-known territory once more. He paused to give Fighter’s cock a few tugs and to suck the tip gently before he was mouthing along that too, the action causing Fighter to moan and squirm under him. Tutor’s reflexes were quick enough to grab Fighter’s right thigh and stop the older from closing his legs around him. He heard the usual soft protests coming from Fighter - it was really cute how he always seemed so shocked when Tutor used his mouth on his cock, like that was truly the most scandalous and taboo thing Tutor could do for him. But he wasn’t here to suck Fighter off but rather to coax him skillfully back to full hardness and distract him a bit. Tutor turned his head and kissed the inside of Fighter’s thigh before he sat up und stretched upwards for the lube he knew was shoved under the pillows. When he huffed with frustration - that damn bed was just too unnecessarily large - Fighter stretched out for him and handed him the lube.

”Did you ever touch yourself there?”, Tutor asked, opening the cap on the lube before he squeezed some of it onto his hand. It was as much distraction for him as it was supposed to be for Fighter. They… hadn’t really talked about this yet. They have finally talked on their trip more about themselves, gotten to know each other - but tumbling into this intimacy with each other was still a new and very unexplored territory. Tutor never expected he would be one day so interested in learning every little detail about someone in this area - or in general.

”Yeah”, Fighter replied after a pause. Tutor regretted asking because he had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. The mental image of Fighter in his room, biting his pillow while shoving his own fingers inside himself was an image he had to immediately lock away or he’d come within a second. At some point, they had to talk about this more.

”O- okay.” Tutor pressed out, hating how his voice cracked there and rather focused back on the task at hand. But this was good. It was nothing entirely new to Fighter. He rubbed his fingers together and then reached down to brush his lube slick middle finger against Fighter’s puckering hole.

Fighter breathed out shakily. Tutor could feel his hole twitching against the pad of his finger reflexively. He paused, looking up to see that Fighter had draped his left arm over his face, hiding his face from him. His chest was rising and falling with heavy breathes, trying to calm himself. Tutor leaned down to peck his knee. When he felt Fighter willing himself to relax, Tutor slowly slipped his index finger inside him with minimal resistance because - well, he had used a lot of lube and it was only one finger.

Fighter’s face might be half hidden from him, but he could still see his jaw working, his teeth worrying his bottom lip while Tutor worked his finger in and out. It didn’t take too long, before Tutor continued to carefully push a second in, which caused Fighter to groan slightly, now stretched beyond the point of comfort. Tutor knew that this hurt a little. He had been in a similar situation not too long ago and the knowledge he gained from being on the receiving end certainly helped now just as much as it made him weirdly attentive and careful. There was no way he could put into words of how much it meant to him that Fighter trusted him enough to do this.

Overcome by the need to be closer all of the sudden, Tutor moved to lie beside Fighter on his side. He carefully pulled his fingers out and nudged the older boy’s hip; urging him to roll over. Fighter hesitated, peaking out under his arm before slowly rolling onto his side so his back was to Tutor.

Tutor bit his lip and ran a hand down the back of Fighter’s tense thigh before guiding it up so it was hiked up on the bed a bit.

He pressed a light kiss to Fighter’s shoulder blade as his hand slid back up the back of Fighter’s thigh to pull him closer by the hips - bare chest to back.

”Wait - Tutor -!” Fighter gasped, throwing him a slightly panicked look over his shoulder - Tutor raised a questioning eyebrow before it dawned on him what the issue was. Tutor chuckled, planting soothing kisses on Fighter’s shoulder. No, he would not just fuck him now.

 Tutor moved forward and carefully placed his arm in the crook between Fighter’s head and the bed, which provoked Fighter to lean his head against his biceps as Tutor dipped his head down and pecked the back of his neck.

”I just wanted to be close.” Tutor muttered against Fighter’s skin and reached back down to press his fingers inside of the older boy in one swift motion. He certainly wouldn’t rush this. He wanted to do this right - just as Fighter had been so, so good for him until now. Fighter twitched at the fingers slipping back inside him, a sound coming from him that sounded suspiciously like a whine. Even though Fighter turned his face away again, he brought his leg up a bit further to give Tutor more room.

”Are you okay?” Tutor murmured, brushing his nose against Fighter’s temple.

All he got was a small nod.

”Use words for me, please.” He wanted to make really sure. Also he wanted to hear Fighter’s voice.

”S’ok”, Fighter replied, voice rough already, just before Tutor twisted his wrist, bending it a bit more so he could reach deeper. The surprised choked sound coming from Fighter was well worth it and Tutor smiled satisfied, knowingly.

”There?” Tutor whispered, his breath hitching slightly when Fighter nodded jerkily and pushed back against his hand. He shifted closer so their bodies were pressed even more snuggly together, so he could bury his nose in Fighter’s hair, breath in the shower fresh, expensive shampoo smell but also hoping this would make Fighter feel save, feel comforted. And it also had the positive effect that Fighter turned towards him like a sunflower seeking daylight, as if he couldn’t help himself.

Tutor allowed Fighter a bit more time to get used to his two fingers and just enjoyed the warm, quiet comfort of their bodies pressed so close, exploring that perfect point that brought Fighter so much pleasure as he worked his fingers in.

Fighter breathed shakily as Tutor very carefully and slowly added a third finger into him, moving them in and out of him in quick succession, the tips of his fingers brushing against where every little noise of Fighter told him he was finding his prostate.

Tutor scooted a little bit up, so he could look over Fighter’s shoulder. Even though Fighter had already been the one blessed by a first orgasm, his cock was hard and curved towards his belly. Tutor watched it twitch with fascination as he pushed harder against his prostate and listened to Fighter groan, felt his muscle tremble around his fingers. For a moment the thought of just making the older come with his fingers seemed enticing, of just teasing him for the next hour, bringing him close to his climax just to deny him the pleasure. If he could make him come just with his fingers? He was pretty sure he could, seeing how sensitive Fighter was, how it took so little for the older to move back onto his hand. Distracted by this Tutor moved his hands a bit faster. Fighter groaned and bowed his head forward again so his cheek was pressed against the mattress.

”Tutor…” Fighter shivered out, eyes squeezed shut as he brought his arm up and buried his face in his elbow, restless like he didn’t know what to do with himself.. ”Please, Tor, please…”

Tutor hummed and sank his teeth into the crook of Fighter’s neck, something desperate and possessive curling in his stomach. Tutor picked up a bit more speed, curling his fingers to press harder against Fighter’s prostate. Fighter keened and suddenly reached down, wrapping his hand around Tutor’s wrist frantically, squeezing it hard enough to leave marks with his fingernails. ”No - don’t - I can’t - I’ll come -” Fighter sounded so wrecked.

”You are doing so good, babe.” Tutor couldn’t help but tease and curl his finger once more, making the other writhe against his chest. Another time he would have gone even further, would have made Fighter beg to get fucked, might have tested if he could take another finger, but this was not the night for that. Also - he wasn’t sure how much his own patience was still going to last. He hadn’t even touched his own cock yet and he already felt like he was being strung tight and slowly pulled apart in too many directions while the tension building in his stomach threatened to choke him. ”But you need to let go first.”

Slowly Fighter’s steel grip around his wrist was loosening enough so Tutor could gently withdraw his fingers. Once more he peppered soft kisses over Fighter’s shaking shoulders while he pushed him onto his stomach. Tutor didn’t even have to guide him further than that for Fighter to pull his knees up under himself, lifting his ass up and presenting himself in way that Tutor had to reach down and give his throbbing cock a sharp squeeze to stop himself from coming right then and there - just from the view of his boyfriend’s curved back, his ass - it was a lot to take in. This was like every wet dream coming together.

Despite it being very clear that Fighter was turned on, it was just as clear that he was nervous. His body still looked tense. The way he shook when Tutor popped open the lube once more to squeeze a very generous amount out and coat his own cock in pragmatic strokes, had Tutor’s face growing soft and his heart squeeze with an overwhelming fondness.

He knew there was a lot going on in Fighter’s head - knew there must have been things in his past, in the relationship with his father, that had led to barriers being build - to create an image of himself he must adhere to - that made him lock away his own needs and desires. And then Tutor had barged in and dragged it all outside. It had been a fast ride - from do you like boys to do you like me to do you like this. But Tutor suspected that those might be the wrong questions after all. Maybe it’s rather about what Fighter thought he was allowed to like, want, have.

If you’d asked Tutor, Fighter deserved the world and he just wanted to give him whatever he could.

Tutor bent over, gently stroking through Fighter’s hair and beckoning him to turn his face to the side so he could see him. ”P’Fight.” Fighter opened his eyes after a second of hesitation. Tutor smiled down at him and planted a tender kiss against the corner of his mouth. ”I love you”, he whispered hotly against Fighter’s cheek, laughing softly as Fighter made a strangled, indignant sound. Every time Tutor said it, it felt like it wasn’t enough anymore.

”Love you, too”, Fighter answered just as quietly but sounding more sure than he did the whole evening about anything else.

Tutor smiled. ”Ready?”, he asked once more.

Fighter nodded and squeezed his eyes shut while taking in deep breaths to relax. There was a beat of stillness and silence until Tutor took a deep breath to steady himself, suppress his eagerness to finally be in Fighter. His own heart was beating a nervous, anxious rhythm in his chest now - he wanted to make this good, he wanted this to be exactly what Fighter imagined it to be and more and the dark, selfish part of him thought - he wanted it to be so good that Fighter would be ruined for anyone else that might come after Tutor. Not that Tutor ever planned to let go of this, of them, of Fighter.

Tutor swallowed thickly and guided his cock to Fighter’s entrance, brushing the tip over it and watching with wide eyed wonder how the tight muscle ring fluttered for him. Another deep breath and Tutor spread his own legs a bit, placed his free hand on the bed besides Fighter and pushed forward, watching as the tip of his cock pressed firmly inside Fighter. Tutor, breath caught in his throat, carefully fed his cock into Fighter for about another inch before he dared to look away, glancing back up the other’s face in an instinctive effort to make sure he was okay.

Fighter looked like he was channeling every ounce of willpower in his existence; he had his eyes closed, his expression was blank, and he seemed to be forcing his breathing to remain even. However, the look distorted around the fourth inch of Tutor’s cock working its way in, during which Fighter grimaced as his entrance clenched hard around Tutor. It was everything Tutor could do to go still, his breathing coming shallow as his cock throbbed.

”Too much?” It certainly felt like too much for him.

”No - k-keep going - don’t stop-”, Fighter panted after a long time and reached blindly behind himself to place his hand against Tutor’s hips, his jaw muscles flexing as he arched and shifted. Tutor, as instructed, continued until he felt the tight ring of Fighter’s entrance wrapped around the base of his cock, after which the pair let out a very shallow breath in unison.

Tutor could feel that every muscle in the older’s body was tense as his heat clenched and squeezed him. He shivered and let his head fall forward, afraid that if he moved right then, he was just going to come. He remembered how he had laughed through the initial pain of Fighter being inside him the first time, distracted and too endeared by the completely lost expression on the other’s face, like this was the best thing he ever felt in his entire life. Tutor was sure that he must be not looking any better now as he didn’t dare to even move an inch, being held down by the doom of a premature orgasm.

But he was inside of Fighter. He was inside and it felt even better than he could have ever imagined.

”Holy shit…”, was what slipped out of Tutor under his breath without even meaning to as he rolled his hips shallowly, his cock having barely started moving inside the other before he could feel pressure swirling in the pit of his stomach. He might have really underestimated before they had gotten started, that it really didn’t help one’s ability to last long when that which was wrapped around one’s dick was almost impossibly tight. 

What dragged him more than anything back to focus was when he heard Fighter’s little, desperate moans and he felt the older’s hips shake, unclear if he wanted to push away or back to him. ”Hurts…”, Fighter mumbled thickly as his fingernails dug painfully into Tutor’s hips and his other hand fisted the sheets.

Tutor bent down over the older, far enough so he could trail kisses over his shoulder blades, his spine, the bite mark he had left earlier. Fighter’s pale skin bruised so beautifully for him and his back was already a canvas of Tutor’s overeager mouth. ”You are so good for me.” Every second word he placed another kiss on Fighter’s skin, breathing in his warm smell. As expected his words had the wanted effect - Fighter panted wetly, moaning his name softly. On the other hand it felt like Fighter was clenching even harder around him. ”You need to relax for me a little when you can, please.” Tutor delicately coaxed Fighter to turn his head some more with one hand in his hair, far enough so he could kiss him - sloppily thanks to the angle but Fighter immediately responded to it, pressing forward even though they had to break apart far too quickly again.

Tutor used the brief distraction to start moving his hips for real - still carefully and slowly he picked himself up so he could achieve a better angle, searching for that sweet spot that would allow him to make it better for Fighter.

Trembling, Fighter groaned as Tutor started to push in and out deeply and fluently and every time Tutor pressed back into him, Fighter seemed to relax a bit more or at least he got used to it. With both hands on Fighter’s hips he forced him to spread a bit more for him, brushing his cock deeper, his hips pressing hard against Fighter’s ass.

There”, Tutor breathed out with satisfaction - the reaction was unmistakable and the most stunning thing Tutor might have ever seen. Fighter almost sobbed, his eyes flying wide open with surprise, mouth hanging open as he pushed back with so much force that Tutor needed to really dig his knees into the bed to not be thrown off.

”F-fuck - you’re - Tor - s-so deep-” Fighter moaned, panting hotly, composure completely forgotten in that instant and most likely not even aware of what filth came from him. Tutor grinned, feeling as accomplished as if he had just gotten perfect top scores through all of his exams. Maybe even more so.

Tutor moaned and finally started fucking into Fighter in long, deep languid motions - having burned the perfect angle into his mind he was aiming for Fighter’s prostate with every snap of his hips. He might not hit every single time, but he seemed to hit more than enough times to have Fighter nearly well and truly ruined - all anxiety, all shame, all worries finally gone.

Fighter met him for every jab of his hips, chasing his cock like he usually chased his mouth, like he couldn’t bear to not have him fully inside for just a moment. It created a frantic rhythm between their bodies. It was a bit insane how perfectly they always fell into sync.

Tutor looked down between them, watching how Fighter’s hole stretched wet and red around his cock, eagerly taking him like he had never done anything else before.

Fighter unwound beautifully underneath him. As if that was the magic switch to let all tension he had been holding inside himself pour out in one crushing wave. Fighter was always relatively restrained vocally during sex as far as Tutor had experienced it so far. It wasn’t that Fighter was per se quiet or something - Tutor wouldn’t call it that…it was not that Fighter primarily held himself back but the noises he made sounded very much like those which weren’t meant to be heard at all, like he was already struggling to do something as simple and innate as breathing thanks to how Tutor was making him feel. Tutor would have never thought he’d find that as unbearably hot as he did.

But now - it most certainly sounded like Fighter was trying to hold himself back from moaning, mewling and every other noise he probably deemed embarrassing. It only spurred Tutor on to move faster, fuck him harder to fuck every little noise out of him that he so desperately tried to keep inside. That was all for Tutor to have and not for Fighter to keep from him.

Tutor huffed with frustration when Fighter seemed so determined to stifle every sound into the mattress. That just wouldn’t do. Tutor pulled out entirely in one swift motion which earned him an indignant gasp from the older, and flipped him over onto his back. Tutor groaned at the sight - the red face, the wide dark eyes, the flush spreading down to his chest, strangely highlighting all the of Tutor’s hickeys and bite marks even more - but before Fighter could feel his loss too much, Tutor spread his legs and pressed inside him again, bottoming out at once and thus punching the air right out of Fighter’s lungs before any protests could be voiced.

”I want to see you.” Tutor leaned down, biting Fighter’s inviting bottom lip between his teeth, before swallowing the sharp mewl of him with his mouth. Tutor took Fighter’s wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed next to Fighter’s head, trapping him underneath him. Fighter responded with a delay but all too eagerly, craning his neck to meet Tutor’s tongue, to suck on his lips. It was the messiest kiss they ever had - not enough air, too much spit, both of them aggressive and delirious with lust.

When Tutor had to break the kiss, a thin string of saliva linked their lower lips together as they panted against each other’s mouths, which provoked Tutor to lean down once more and suck lazily on Fighter’s lower lip before pulling away. ”And I want to hear you.”

Tutor circled his hips, carefully studying Fighter’s face, now nicely in view. ”Yes. Yes, right there-!”, Fighter hissed and arched his back, hiking his legs instinctively higher around Tutor’s waist. There was that look again - the one Tutor had been chasing after, the one that he had wanted to see properly and not just for a short moment before Fighter would snap himself out of it - completely, unrestrained bliss making all of the older’s features soft. ”Yes - please - Tutor - please, please…!”

To hear Fighter beg like this without even knowing what exactly he was asking for, voice rough and wet, was really the last straw for Tutor’s patience and self-restrained. He let his hands slip away from Fighter’s wrist in favor of hiking them underneath Fighter’s knees to shove his legs up a bit more, nearly bending the older in half as he started to fuck him deep and fast. Fighter gasped, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his body jerked with each stab of Tutor’s cock inside him. The whole room was filled with both of their moans and pants, their skin against each other, the wet sound of his cock being shoved inside of Fighter - and best of all with Fighter’s incoherent, overwhelmed begging and a sobbing repeat of Tutor’s name.

Fighter squirmed underneath him, arching hard enough to force Tutor’s cock out of him about half way - ”too much, Tor - please -” - however, that didn’t last long as Tutor snapped his hips forward, burying himself back deep and holding the older in place. Mercifully Tutor changed his tempo - slowing down a bit, but taking his time to press into Fighter real good, real deep and enjoy the feeling of his tight heat clenching and unclenching around him.

”You take it so well”, Tutor murmured, rolling his hips languidly against Fighter’s so his cock eased in and out of Fighter just barely. ”Look how much you love this.”

”Just you - love you - want you…” Fighter slurred and canted his hips wantonly.

Tutor snapped his hips forward again and again as he reached between them with one hand to take hold of Fighter’s cock and started tugging at it roughly, his grip tight and even a bit unforgiving in the same rhythm as he fucked him. He wanted to see Fighter come first - he wanted that sight, that feeling of being inside his boyfriend while he came on his cock to bring him to his own orgasm.

Fighter whimpered, his hands fisting into the bed sheets underneath him, his body jerking like he couldn’t decide whether to fuck himself on Tutor’s cock or into his hand.

Tutor’s whole body ached by now, burned like it was on flames with his effort to hold back just a moment longer - just this bit more.

”Wanna see you come - c’mon. I got you - come for me.”

And that seemed to do it - for both of them really.

Fuck.” Tutor groaned, feeling it when Fighter’s entire body seized up, his heat clamping down on his cock like a vice and came. Tutor had only a moment to appreciate the sight of Fighter reaching his climax underneath him - how his eyes rolled back and it almost looked like he was in so much pleasure it had turned into pain. Looking back - this whole thing might have been the greatest mistake of his life - it sealed the deal. Mine. As much as he had hoped to ruin Fighter for anyone else in the future, he wasn’t sure if anyone could ever make him feel like this in his entire life.

Tutor’s hips jerked, burying himself deep, deep inside of Fighter - his orgasm hit him with an intensity he had never felt before. It certainly felt different from when their roles were reversed. Not per se better, not worse - just a whole different island of feelings punching the air out of his lungs and making his blood rush in his ears. His hips jerked and he held Fighter in place as he came buried in him, making a mess he was willing to clean up later.

Tutor didn’t know how long it took him to recollect some of his senses. Out of breath, his entire body throbbing, he pulled back shakily and out of Fighter - face scrunching up half relieved and half at loss, missing the tight heat around him.

Tutor looked down at Fighter - who just lay on the bed, eyes closed, lips parted, his chest heaving up and down like he had been close to drowning just a moment ago. Tenderly Tutor reached out, brushing the wetness on Fighter’s cheeks away. He’d get up in a bit and get something to clean them up, but for now he just lay down beside his boyfriend and drew him into his arms. Fighter immediately sought out the comfort of Tutor’s arms, curling towards him and burying his face against Tutor’s shoulder and chest.

Tutor just held Fighter close, turning his head and nuzzling his face against the older boy’s hair, breathing in deeply. Tutor felt his throat clog up with overwhelming affection. He trailed his fingers up and down Fighter’s spine, not commenting on how tightly Fighter wrapped his arms around him or how his shoulder shook ever so slightly.

”You are forever mine now.” Tutor didn’t know if he was only thinking it or if he actually said it out loud - not caring either way because it was the truth. Tutor kissed the top of Fighter’s head.

He didn’t know how long they just lay there, just holding onto each other and not moving at all. He was pretty sure that he must have dozed off. Fighter was definitely sound asleep, his face as relaxed as he had never seen it before, completely out cold.

Carefully, very carefully, Tutor extracted himself from Fighter’s hold. His legs felt like pudding and his body hurt like he ran a whole marathon as he stood up and tip toed into the bathroom to shower himself off quickly before getting back to the bedroom with a wet washcloth in hand. It took some effort to clean Fighter up tentatively considering how the older refused to cooperate at all. Despite himself Tutor blushed a bit, when he cleaned up the mess he left between Fighter’s legs as well as he could at the moment. Fighter would still need a proper shower in a couple hours, but for now that should do to not make him feel uncomfortable.

Tutor was ready to crawl back into bed himself when he remembered something all of the sudden, getting up once more to retrieve the necklace and the earring from where he had put them away before going to the sauna. A bit bemused by his own sudden sentimentality he put the necklace on again and then went back to slip the earring into Fighter’s pierced ear.

Happy that Fighter was not able to see the dumb dopey smile Tutor felt on his face, he traced the cool, smooth edges of the black earring with his initial carved in it.

Once upon a time he had thought that Fighter was the most predictable, annoying asshole he had ever come across. It was insane - and scary - how everything before seemed just like a distant dream and this was his reality now.

He was ripped out of his thoughts before they could turn a more somber edge when he heard Fighter softly whining his name in his sleep, shifting on the sheets and reaching out for him blindly. There wasn’t more persuasion needed than that for Tutor to finally crawl back into bed and lay down. Just a second later he had his arms full of his warm boyfriend. Totally a koala. Just as clingy. Tutor smiled to himself - or he had maybe not stopped smiling ever since he came back to bed or ever since they came here to the beach really.

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Fighter was sure that there could never be a more beautiful sight first thing in the morning than Tutor’s face. He hoped he would never get used to it. He noticed that the sun was already flooding their entire room and despite not knowing how long he must have slept for it to be this bright, he could still barely force his eyes to stay open. Normally Fighter was the one to wake up first and it was something he never minded too much. He knew that Tutor could use every bit of sleep and rest he was allowed on their trip. On the contrary being able to enjoy Tutor’s sweet, relaxed face without needing to fear a snarky comment was very nice - also waking up Tutor was one of his favorite things to do, there was hardly another time when the younger was so adorable and allowed Fighter to coddle him this much.

But Fighter could also get used to this right now, waking up in Tutor’s arms and being greeted by his smile.

”Morning kiss,” Tutor murmured and leaned down to just tenderly brush his lips against Fighter’s. Despite this being such a little thing, Fighter couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from lifting. He lifted his head a bit and did the same because Tutor’s lips just always begged to be kissed, especially when they looked this full and still abused. The temptation was big to make the kiss last a bit longer, but he held himself back for once.

”Morning kiss,” Fighter whispered and rested his head back on Tutor’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath. Tutor already smelled like he had taken a shower, but it couldn’t be too recently because there was also that perfect bed warm smell clinging to him that Fighter wanted to bury his face in forever. He didn’t know how he could return back home to his own bed and find any sleep again now that he knew how it was to share it with Tutor.

The more he woke up, the more aware he became of the bone deep exhaustion sitting in his body - but it was the good kind of exhaustion, the one that left you completely relaxed and kind of floaty. Tutor drew gentle circles up and down Fighter’s back with one hand and with the other in a similar rhythm up and down Fighter’s arm that was draped over his chest.

”You look like a baby when you sleep”, Tutor teased without much bite to it and Fighter was feeling too comfortable to take any offense at that, ”so cute”. Fighter huffed, breathing another kiss against Tutor’s neck and just snuggled closer to the soft, solid source of warmth and comfort.

”This is nice…being babied is nice,” Fighter admitted quietly, save enough in Tutor’s arms and the privacy of their room to admit this to Tutor and also to himself.

He couldn’t remember if there was ever a point in his life where someone had taken care of him like this, where it wasn’t the other way around or where he hadn’t been told he had to suck it up, be a man. There were no expectations of any kind from Tutor, nothing that Fighter had to hide away and it was more than a little terrifying how easily, how fast the other had come into his life and cracked something open that left Fighter vulnerable and raw. And it was even scarier how he didn’t mind at all, not even a little bit.

”How do you feel?” Tutor let his left hand further up to run through Fighter’s hair. The sensation of the younger’s fingers sent a pleasant tingle over his scalp and down his spine.

”Good,” Fighter sighed, a bit more breathless than he had intended as he closed his eyes again. He could just fall back asleep like that, lulled in by their cocoon and the calm rhythm of Tutor’s heartbeat against his ear.

”P’Fight…,” Tutor chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead and stay close, lips barely a centimeter away from his skin as he whispered, like he was sharing a secret- ”How do you feel after last night?”

Last night… oh. It took a moment before his brain registered what exactly Tutor was talking about. Fighter could practically feel his own face heating up as memories from what they had done last night suddenly came back to him in bits and pieces and his perfect peaceful bubble was destroyed in an instant.

What they had done last night - what Tutor had done - what Fighter had allowed to happen -

I am fine,” Fighter pressed out, sitting up a little too quickly, his heart racing in his chest all anew - embarrassment burning hot inside his stomach.

The first movement as he tried to escape from the sheets he was tangled in made him wince, a quick sharp pain shooting up from… shit.  

”P’Fight!” Tutor tried to hold him back from leaving the bed, but Fighter dug away from his hand. There was clear amusement in Tutor’s voice but also a hint of exasperation, worst of all concern and Fighter could not deal with any of it. But even less he could handle looking at the other’s face.

”I am - I just - I’m going to take a shower!” Fighter stammered out, looking anywhere but at Tutor. The first time he stood up, he nearly flopped right back down on the bed, his legs feeling weak and Tutor because he was Tutor, did a very bad job at pretending to sound anything but smug - ”You are sure you are fine?”

”I am fine.”



Fighter stood under the shower, letting the water wash over him on the line to scalding hot and tried to calm his racing mind and beating heart down.

His stomach swirled with a wild mix of conflicting emotions. Memories from last night came back into his mind. It all felt like one big surreal fever dream - he couldn’t believe it actually happened, but every little movement reminded him that it did. His stomach swirled with a wild mix of emotions - mostly he felt like he had uncovered something about himself that he thought would stay buried for the rest of his life, untouched and with a bit of luck eventually forgotten.

Everything was so good that it terrified him.  Terrified that he was asking for things he shouldn’t. Hell, even terrified that he was just dragging Tutor along, that he was only doing these things because he thought it would make Fighter happy. Was it making him happy too or was Fighter nothing but overbearing and Tutor merely humored him?

Most of all he was terrified by the intensity he wanted Tutor, how much he meant it when he said he would never let him go unless Tutor forced him to.

But the needy, desperate mess he had allowed himself to become last night - how this made him feel -

”Fuck,” Fighter cursed under his breath and shook his head, trying to calm down and not spiral into a million questions he probably wouldn’t find an answer to anyway.

He looked down on himself and was shocked in what state Tutor had left behind his body and even more shocked when a quick spike of arousal settled low in his stomach. His chest was littered with marks and bruises so dark red and prominent that he could trace the exact shape of Tutor’s teeth and mouth on some of them. He genuinely looked like he had been mauled by a wild animal. Fighter inhaled sharply as he remembered how Tutor sank his teeth into his shoulder while spreading his legs and feeding his cock into him, fucked him so good that Fighter was struggling to remember all of it. At some point his brain just completely left the room and there was nothing left but how Tutor felt in him.

Fighter squeezed his eyes shut, leaning his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall as if this could clear his head. Before Fighter could stop himself, he reached behind himself with one hand. Hesitantly he brushed his index finger between his ass cheeks, letting it press against where Tutor had been just a couple of hours ago. The stretch of Tutor’s cock in him was still a phantom feeling lingering there and to his own embarrassment his body reacted to it, his hole puckering against his fingers as Fighter sighed shakily.

He had never felt like his in his life - his head so empty, his body only reacting to everything Tutor was giving him - Tutor could have asked anything of him in that moment and Fighter would have just gladly given it to him. What did this say about him? This was so far removed from the image he had built of himself in his own head.


Fighter flinched, immediately pulling his own hand away like he had just been burned. His head snapped around, seeing Tutor in the entrance of the shower, amused smirk on his face. Fighter didn’t know what to say or do - obviously Tutor had seen.

Tutor stepped inside the shower, came closer and wrapped an arm around Fighter’s waist, hooking his chin over Fighter’s shoulder.

”T-Tor-!” Fighter stammered, mortified by what he had been caught doing. That feeling of dread didn’t really go away as Tutor stayed quiet or was soothed in any way by the kisses the younger started peppering on his shoulder and neck. On the contrary - being treated with so much care made it just worse because he immediately felt himself melting and leaning into the other, his skin tingling overly sensitive wherever Tutor touched with his lips.

”I thought I should come check on you,” Tutor explained, his tone unnervingly neutral and easygoing. Fighter’s flight instinct was kicking in again, shame burning hot in his neck, but there was really nowhere to go.  He tried to wiggle his way out of Tutor’s arms, but the younger would have none of it. All it achieved eventually was that Fighter was facing Tutor and that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He looked anywhere but at the other, focusing instead on an unspecific tile to his right.

”What’s going on? Use your words with me, P’, please.”

”Nothing.” How was he supposed to explain something he didn’t even understand himself? He didn’t want Tutor to see him like that - insecure like this. Shameful like that. It wasn’t what Tutor deserved.

”This doesn’t look like nothing.” And now there was irritation in Tutor’s voice despite him not letting go of Fighter yet.

Fighter didn’t know what to say - he didn’t know the right words to express what was going on.

”P’Fight, is this some weird manly ego crisis-”

Before Tutor could finish the sentence Fighter interrupted him, ”No! That’s not it!”

”Then what is it? Tell me so I can understand you.”

”There is just…” Fighter let his head sink, brows furrowing. Alone this again - Tutor wanted to understand him. Usually people didn’t bother trying - they always just assumed and Fighter went along with these assumptions or didn’t care enough to correct them. But with Tutor he cared. But Fighter was so bad with words.

 ”There are things I have always…wanted. And I thought I could never have them. It still kind of feels like I shouldn’t… but then there’s you.” And this was at the core the thing - the biggest thing - he couldn’t wrap his head around, how lucky he was that he got to have Tutor. Like this. After he had wanted him from the moment he first laid his eyes on him, but thought this was also just something he could neatly put in the box of things labelled ‚you are not allowed to have this‘ and then things changed. Tutor had come into his life - walking right out of Fighter’s wildest, most forbidden fantasies and had dragged it all out of him. And now it left Fighter shaken to the core. And it all felt like too much - like he wasn’t supposed to be this greedy.

Was he asking for too much? Tutor had been so, so good to him in every possible way, gave him so much, gave him all these things Fighter thought he wasn’t allowed to have or even want and Fighter was just - overwhelmed by it all.  He didn’t know how to handle this or his own desires and it certainly wasn’t made easier by the nagging guilty voice in the back of his head (that always sounded too much like his father - who had always a very clear opinion on what Fighter was supposed to want and do - but that was certainly something he didn’t want to think about at all, not even a tiny little bit, especially not now.)

Tutor’s expression immediately softened. ”Why are you so cute, P’Fight?”

”Ay, Tor!” Fighter blushed. That certainly wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting.

Tutor smiled and cupped Fighter’s face gently with his hands, guiding him to meet his gaze.  Fighter was floored once more - by Tutor’s warm brown eyes, the beautiful curve of his lips, just by everything about the man in front of him. Tutor opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but then decided against it, instead leaning forward to draw Fighter into a kiss. Fighter couldn’t help the weak sigh escaping him as he immediately reciprocated. What felt impossible mere seconds ago - just one kiss from Tutor and he calmed down. As always - the world fell quiet with Tutor in his arms.

They indulged in the kiss under the shower for a while, Fighter allowing Tutor the lead. Tutor was the first one to draw back. ”You can have whatever you want. You are allowed to have this. You have me.” Tutor was still close enough that their lips brushed with every word. Each sentence was sealed with a short peck to Fighter’s mouth, a nip at his bottom lip. The younger’s hands ran through Fighter’s wet hair, brushing it out of his face. Slowly he trailed a path with his mouth over Fighter’s cheek, over his jawline and up again to his ear.

”And  if you want me to fuck you, P’Fight - you most certainly can have that.”

Fighter shuddered as he felt Tutor’s hand gliding down his spine, not stopping when he reached the curve of Fighter’s ass. He was once more completely entranced, his eyes falling closed when Tutor, without any hesitation, let his index finger glide where Fighter had touched himself just a moment ago, where a dull throb still reminded him constantly how it had felt to be completely filled by Tutor, to take him -

He had fantasied about it a lot. Before he could ever dream of calling Tutor his. When Tutor had shown this other side of him - behind the pleasant smiles, the politeness and modest charm - , had reacted just the way Fighter had secretly wanted him to but never would have admitted out loud. He knew he had been in love with Tutor at this point but this had truly made Fighter for the first time want, weak and pathetic. If Tutor had just gone further that night when he pressed him onto the sofa - if he would have not even asked - Fighter would have just willingly offered it all to him. Coming home that evening Fighter had still been shaken by this new realization - how far his desperate craving need for Tutor really went. He had come harder than ever that night, with a pillow muffling his moans as he had fucked himself on his fingers - imagined it was Tutor, imagined it was Tutor bending him over that sofa -

Now he didn’t have to imagine anymore and he wouldn’t have thought that his would make it even worse. Now he knew what it felt like and he couldn’t believe that he wanted it again already. He just wanted everything Tutor was willing to give him, take it all so gladly.

”You were so good for me last night,” Tutor murmured, voice dropping lower, losing its usual soft spoken cadence. It was the tone he had first heard when Tutor had cornered him - do you like boys? And all Fighter’s head had screamed was Yes but most of all I just like you.

Tutor’s finger circled the ring of his muscles, even more sensitive now from the abuse of last night. Fighter hissed when Tutor used a bit of pressure, not enough to push inside yet but just teasing him with the promise - his heart picked up its pace with embarrassment. The water of the shower barely functioned as lube, but he was still a bit loosened up from their activities just a couple hours ago, so…

”Can I take care of you some more?”

”No…” It came out weaker then intended. He was supposed to be taking care of Tutor - he didn’t need for Tutor to take care of him. This was not how it was supposed to go, he shouldn’t let himself indulge in this too much. No matter how nice and good it felt, no matter how much his body reacted to the barest touch of Tutor.

P’Fight”, Tutor whined, playing coy again as  he kissed Fighter’s cheek sweetly, ”You have been taking care of me so well - with this trip, these last days…let me pay you back.”

”Tor!” This snapped Fighter out of it for a moment. Before Tutor could continue the path with his mouth down his neck, Fighter pushed him away a bit, far enough to be able to look at him. ”This is not what this is about. You don’t have to pay back anything! I-”

”I know, I know. Calm down,” Tutor shushed him. ”I know you don’t pay me for sex”, he bluntly stated making Fighter gape at him. Tutor shot him one of his mischievous, teasing grins with a raised eyebrow.

When Fighter first met him, he could have never predicted how much outrageous, shameless filth could come out of the younger’s mouth but if he was being honest with himself it just added to Tutor’s charm.

The grin slipped off Tutor‘s face and his eyes trailed down. “But...there‘s something I really want to try, P‘,“ the younger muttered, licking his lips and looked back up through his lashes.

“What- oh.”

Fighter’s breath caught in his throat, a violent shiver running through his whole body as he watched wide-eyed as Tutor went down on his knees in front of him. The sight was - really was a lot to handle for him. Tutor looked gorgeous whatever he was doing and Fighter admitted that he was very biased in that regard. But seeing him in front of him like that, naked, hair wet and brushed out of his face, lips slightly parted and brown eyes shimmering with anything but submission was - doing a lot of things for Fighter but mostly his dick.

”Don’t,” his voice was thick and quiet, barely audible over the sound of the shower still raining down on them. ”You don’t have to do this -” Fighter mumbled but couldn’t go further. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to ask these things of you. You don’t have to do this for me. You don’t have to do anything for me!

 It was hard to not understand Tutor’s intention when he was in this position. They hadn’t… done that yet. And it was more than a bit ironic considering what else they had already tried out with each other. Even more ironic… Fighter had of course thought about it - but for some reason in his head it had always been the other way around. Just another part of Tutor to worship - had he really never thought about this? Now that the situation presented itself, it successfully short circuited his brain in a similar way to last night.

”P’Fight…” Tutor met his gaze, looking over his face for a moment before his lips curved into a small smile. ”You are allowed to want this.”

Tutor carefully wrapped his fingers around Fighter’s dick, running his thumb over the tip before he began to tug lightly. Fighter closed his eyes, slumped against the wall behind him and let his head fall back, thoroughly embarrassed and very tempted to back away from the situation to not once more lose his entire control. He reached up and pressed the back of his hand to his lips for a split second before lowering it back to his side  again as he steeled himself and forced himself to just breathe.

Fighter tried really hard to keep his eyes closed, definitely not looking at Tutor. He chose probably the worst time of all to crack his eyes open and sneak a peek down anyway. Because he was treated to the exact moment Tutor opened his mouth, pink tongue already darting out, and mouthing the tip of Fighter’s cock, lightly sucking on it as if he just wanted to have a first experimental taste. Why was this the dirtiest thing he had ever seen?

Fighter heard a soft sucking noise even over the water as Tutor pulled off again and ... resituated himself? Fighter couldn’t tell what he was doing because he had snapped his eyes back shut so quickly or he would have come right on the spot. Once the younger seemed satisfied, he leaned in a second time and sucked Fighter back into his mouth, this time with little to no hesitation; something that had Fighter’s eyelids fluttering as he tipped his chin up and resisted every temptation to look again.

Tutor held the base of Fighter’s cock as he bobbed his head along the first half, his hand working over the base. Apparently the younger had a very clear plan of what he was doing there and all the shame Fighter felt for the both of them, didn’t faze Tutor at all.

Fighter swallowed thickly before a choked sound escaped him and he might have swallowed a good chunk of water as Tutor began to stroke him in sync with each bob of his head, twisting his wrist each time he went down. Fighter could hear every obscene sound coming from him - each suck, swallow and slurp. Fighter licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, attempting to concentrate on…something - anything - else.

But all he could focus on was Tutor’s mouth. Fighter breathed shallowly, his jaw going slack as Tutor sucked so hard on the tip of his cock, with so much gusto and heat that he felt like his knees were going to give out any second.

Where the fuck did he learn this? Fighter didn’t want to know. He absolutely 100% didn’t want to know because if Tutor did this with anyone else ever in his life, Fighter might have to find that person, kill them and bury them in the ocean.

Fighter felt it when Tutor went too far down, successfully gagging himself. Though it had probably not been the greatest experience for Tutor, it had Fighter shaking. His hips jerked and his knees trembled as he canted his hips up into Tutor’s mouth before he realized what he was doing and promptly stilled himself. ”Sorry. Fuck - I’m sorry!” Fighter’s eyes flew up and watched as Tutor pulled back off him, kept holding onto his dick and cleared his throat a bit. His lips were crimson red and his eyes had a wet shine to them.

”Don’t apologize. Don’t treat me like I am breaking.” Tutor’s voice was rough and there was a similar determination on his face Fighter usually saw when he was sitting over a particular hard subject of study - and Fighter might hate himself a bit for making this comparison because now all future stay sessions of theirs would be forever ruined.

A dead giveaway Fighter should have paid more attention to was the little sparkle in Tutor’s eyes that Fighter learned by now meant danger for his sanity.

Tutor leaned forward again, licking an obscene stripe along the whole length of his cock and stopping at the head, tip of his tongue still out. Then Tutor continued his work like he hadn’t been just gagged, his actions only appearing to be more intensive with renewed determination.

Fighter moved a hand from where it have been just impotently holding onto the wall, hovered it over Tutor’s head, not sure if he should touch the other or not. His thought process however was brought to an abrupt halt as Tutor pulled back slightly and tongued the slit of his cock before sucking at it audibly. Fighter squeezed his eyes shut, a low strangled moan coming from his throat as his hand came down to rest against the back of Tutor’s head.

His hand moved so his fingers were tangled in Tutor’s hair, simply resting against his head as it moved up and down over his cock. Every part of him wanted to jerk up into Tutor’s hot mouth and hold his head down over his dick but he had way too much love and respect for the other. He couldn’t, absolutely couldn’t do it.

”T-Tor…you’re driving me insane…fuck.”

Tutor hummed around his cock, the vibration he could feel in his bones. In a slow delicious slurp Tutor pulled off his dick, audibly taking a deep breath. Fighter was almost glad that he got a couple of second of breathing room along with Tutor.

”Do you think you can handle a bit more, P’?” Tutor asked with fake innocence after a couple of moments where Fighter could hear nothing but the rush of water and the sound of his own frantically beating heart.

”What do you mean?” Fighter’s voice broke embarrassingly in the middle of the question. He had his cock in Tutor’s mouth - what else could there be happening?

His question would be answered more quickly than expected as he felt Tutor reaching between his legs and two slick fingers pressing between his cheeks.

”T-Tor-!” Fighter stuttered, his mouth falling open as Tutor slowly slipped one finger inside with minimal resistance. He still felt too tender from last night, too sensitive but he was shocked - how it burned for only a moment when Tutor barely wasted any time to slip a second finger inside him alongside the first.

”W-wait - Tor-!” Every further protest was drowned out by Fighter’s own deep moan, his head falling backwards, hitting the tiles a bit too hard when Tutor curled his fingers just right, like he had already memorized the exact spot of Fighter’s prostate and it took him barely any second thought to find it. It hurt a bit, but in a good way - in the best way - his right hand fisted involuntarily into Tutor’s hair, holding onto it as his only anchor - as his other hand reached behind himself as if he could stop Tutor from slowly torturously fucking him with his fingers. But his fingers only weakly brushed Tutor’s hand, unable to do much, his body unwilling to cooperate.

”P’Fight,” Tutor moaned his name, awe and satisfaction clear in his voice and that was - when Fighter was truly lost for good. Tutor’s breath was hot against his straining cock and a second later that perfect mouth wrapped around it again, sucking hard.

Fighter didn’t know how he managed to stay upright - he didn’t know what to do in general. His skin felt too tight, white hot pleasure cursing through his entire body as Tutor moved his head in the same rhythm as he worked his fingers in and out of Fighter. Fighter was torn on where to go, where to move - his hips wanting to snap forward and deeper into Tutor’s mouth and back to fuck himself on Tutor’s fingers at the same time.

Tutor - set out to drive Fighter into an early grave - didn’t allow him even a moment to get used to anything, changing his speed, the pressure of his fingers and the angle of his head however he pleased, as if he was testing which would draw the most desperate sounds out of Fighter. The answer was everything - it was too much, Fighter’s head nothing but a blank empty space, all his senses overwhelmed, his hips and thighs dangerously quivering.

Fighter held his breath as a thrum of something jerked through his entire body before a familiar warm sensation threatened to pool over in his abdomen. He could feel it in his stomach, his balls and through his cock. This would be over, he wouldn’t last any longer. He was surprised he even lasted this long at all.

”Fuck,” Fighter sobbed, the word little more than a gasp as he impotently tugged on Tutor’s head and shoulder. ”I’m gonna - come- Tor -”

Instead of the wanted effect to get Tutor off his dick, it only resulted in the younger taking him deeper than before, his fingers barely moving inside him, just brushing against his prostate and causing near-continuous thrums of sensation to flare up in his lower body.

Fighter felt his stomach drop just before his orgasm was tearing him apart. Fighter gasped and squeezed his eyes shut hard enough to see stars dancing before his eyes while his cock jerked in Tutor’s mouth with each wave of heat.

Tutor swallowed it all, Fighter could cry feeling his throat work as he gently continued to suckle him through his climax and pulled only off him, when he licked the last drop of come from the tip of his cock and carefully pulled his fingers out.

Fighter’s head was spinning, his whole body was trembling with overstimulation, as he tried to catch his breath. The water still coming down from the showerhead felt like a thousand tiny little needles.

”P’Fight.” He heard Tutor softly mewl his name and he felt the younger’s warm hands on his chest. Fighter cracked his eyes open, looking at Tutor’s flushed face, his shining eyes, looking as needy as Fighter had felt just a couple seconds ago. Fighter sighed, reaching out to gently cup the younger’s face with one hand, pressing his thumb into the corner of his plump mouth where he saw his own come shining. He might feel ready to drop dead right back into bed, but the sight of Tutor made him regather some final strength - drawing the younger into a hot, hungry kiss, tasting himself.

How was Tutor real? How did he deserve him? When would this all turn out to be just one big dream and he’d wake up, still just staring from across the university campus at the gorgeous boy he fell in love with on first sight? This was too perfect. He could feel Tutor straining against him, pressing closer and fuck - he was pressing so hard against his thigh - so turned on by Fighter.

Tutor kissed him back enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around Fighter’s shoulder. Fighter managed to flip them around, pressing Tutor against the cold tiles. The younger whined between their lips, arching his back away from the cool surface and into Fighter.

Fighter slipped his hand between their bodies, wrapping his hand around Tutor’s cock. It took only a couple of strokes, before Tutor pulled away from his mouth and his hip snapped forward, reaching his climax with Fighter’s name on his lips and his eyes squeezed shut like it pained him. Fighter affectionately nuzzled his temple with his nose, placing gentle kisses against his skin while he worked him through his orgasm until Tutor started to whimper.

Fighter wrapped both arms around the other’s waist, drawing him close. As soon as Tutor’s breathing calmed down a bit he searched for Fighter’s lips again and Fighter was only willing to let himself be drawn into a slow, lazy kiss - both of them just enjoying the taste, the warmth of one another as they clung to each other.



Somehow they managed to get out of the shower, even after they both had mustered the strength to properly clean up, the whole process taking longer by getting distracted by each other. They would need to leave the hotel in not even two hours, but they had fallen back on the bed anyway. There was not much stuff to pack up and even if got later - well, Fighter could pay for it.

Tutor was lying on his chest, a welcome weight in Fighter’s arms.

”How are you so perfect…,” Fighter murmured absentmindedly as he gently let his fingers run through Tutor’s still damp hair.

”Don’t be cheesy,” the younger complained, turning his head and resting his chin on Fighter’s chest with an adorable displeased look on his face.

Fighter’s heart clenched in his chest, overcome all over with… just how much he loved this man. As simple as that. ”Thank you.” It felt like he needed to say it.

”P’Fight!” Tutor rolled his eyes but there was a fond little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he scooted a little bit higher up to place a kiss on Fighter’s chin. ”Don’t say that.”

”I mean it!” Fighter insisted, tugging gently on the younger’s hair.

He wouldn’t ever be able to let him go again. No matter how terrifying it was how perfectly Tutor fit into his arms, how he pried open every single thing that Fighter had struggled for so long to keep locked away - all desires, all wants, all needs - he’d lay it all bare for him. He never thought he could be this happy in life - not like this, not like he needed to ask himself if it was possible to die from it. Cause of death - too much happiness. What a way to go.

”I also mean it.” Tutor sounded serious all of the sudden, pushing himself up, so he could lean over Fighter. ”There is no need for ‚thank you’s.”  Tutor’s sudden honesty left Fighter speechless. ”I also meant it when I said - you are allowed to have everything you want. You don’t owe me anything.” And then, quieter but no less sincere, ”I love you.”

Fighter drew in a shaky breath, his heart hurting. ”I love you, too.” There was no need to argue with Tutor about this - Fighter owed him everything, and he would feel grateful every single day he was allowed to have him and if Tutor didn’t want to hear it with words than Fighter had to just show him for the rest of his life.

Tutor’s expression softened and his eyes dropped closed as he leaned his forehead against Fighter’s. Fighter smiled, closing his eyes.

”Also…P’Fight is really hot when he comes for me like that,” Tutor whispered, mischievous tone back in place.

Fighter’s eyes widened. ”Tor!” There was more amusement than true irritation in his voice. Tutor cackled when Fighter rolled them around, burying the other underneath him and punished him in the best possible way - with tickles and kisses until Tutor begged him for mercy while laughing tears.