The sound of movement stirred Nani from sleep-a shift in weight, the faint scent of clean skin and soap, and then the sensation of fingers tugging at his briefs.
His body reacted before his mind fully caught up. He reached behind instinctively, grabbing the wrist of the person touching him.
"I'm just trying to apply the healing cream," Sky's voice said softly, hovering close behind him. Calm. Controlled. But his hand was firm, determined.
Nani's voice cracked with unease. "Just that, right Sky? I'm not strong enough for anything else..."
Sky didn't reply-not with words. He moved in closer, lips brushing Nani's temple. The silence between them pulsed with something dangerous and sacred. His fingers slid the fabric down, baring Nani completely, and then he began to gently massage the cool cream against Nani's swollen entrance.
Their breathing deepened.
"Can't I put it in?" Sky whispered into his ear. "I'll be gentle... I swear. I held myself the whole of yesterday, Nani. I can't anymore. I'm-"
He didn't get to finish.
Nani turned his face toward him and kissed him. Not hesitant. Not weak. His mouth sought Sky's with a slow, aching hunger-tongue sliding against tongue, breath meeting breath. He didn't know how much he'd missed Sky until now. Kissing him felt like drinking after a drought. He melted into it.
Still kissing him, Nani reached into Sky's boxers, his hand slick from the cream, and wrapped it around Sky's thick, throbbing cock. He stroked him slowly, deliberately, making Sky groan into his mouth.
Sky's voice was ragged with need. "Let me fuck you... please. Or just put in the tip. Just let me feel you. Your hand's only making me worse, Nani. Please."
His words were almost frantic-not just lust, but craving. Obsession.
Nani hesitated. He was still sore. Still healing. But the way Sky was looking at him, like he was air in the middle of drowning... It ignited something deep inside.
"Be gentle... I have to be in school tomorrow," he whispered.
That was all Sky needed.
He pulled Nani tighter, raised one of his legs, and lined himself up. The earlier lubrication made it easier, and slowly, Sky pushed inside-inch by trembling inch.
Nani moaned softly as Sky filled him. The stretch was sharp but bearable. Intimate.
Sky's breath was hot against his neck. "You're so fucking hot inside..." he groaned, starting to move-shallow at first, then deeper.
Nani clung to him, wrapping his legs around Sky's waist, trying to manage the building pressure. He kissed Sky again, trying to focus on the heat of his mouth instead of the growing intensity inside.
But Sky was unraveling.
"I know I said I'd be gentle..." he breathed, "...but I can't anymore."
He shifted their position, pressing Nani down beneath him, spreading his legs wide and entering him again-fast, hard, and deep.
Nani cried out-sharp, raw, caught between pleasure and pain-as Sky struck something inside him that made his body jolt.
"Sky-slow down-fuck-it feels good," Nani whimpered.
Sky grinned darkly above him. "You made me this way. You don't get to escape the consequences of making me want no one but you."
He leaned down, lips brushing Nani's ear, hips driving with bruising force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, raw and primal. Nani's cries and Sky's groans blurred into something feral.
And then-release.
Sky buried himself deep as he came with a guttural moan, body trembling. Nani's release followed seconds after, stars exploding behind his eyes before everything went black.
Sky caught him before he slumped completely. Still panting, he gently pulled out, cleaned Nani's body with warm towels, applied more of the healing cream, and dressed him. Then, finally, he wiped himself down, crawled into bed beside the unconscious boy, and wrapped his arms around him possessively.
He held him tight.
Like something he didn't intend to ever let go of.
[THE NEXT MORNING]
Nani woke up to the warmth of another body curled tightly around him.
Sky's arm was locked across his waist, possessive even in sleep. Their legs tangled under the covers. Nani tried to shift slightly-but his body immediately protested. His thighs were sore, and there was a dull ache deep inside him. His breath hitched.
Memories from the night before came flooding back.
Sky, inside him. The pressure. The heat. The way he lost control. The things he whispered while fucking him like he'd break.
A part of him wanted to be angry-at Sky, at himself. But another, quieter part... didn't regret it. Not really.
Still, guilt stirred in his chest.
I'm supposed to be recovering... and I let him-
Sky moved behind him, still half-asleep, and pressed his face into Nani's neck. His voice was rough, groggy, and intimate.
"You okay?"
Nani didn't answer immediately.
Sky's hand slid down his stomach, lingering just above the waistband of the briefs he'd helped Nani back into hours ago. His fingers dipped slightly under the fabric as if it was second nature now-like he owned the right to touch.
"You're sore," he said, more like a statement than a question. "I'll make you feel better later. I promise."
Nani caught his hand and moved it away gently.
"We shouldn't have... not last night."
Sky's eyes opened.
They were calm. Too calm.
"But you wanted it," he said. "You were the one who kissed me. You could've told me no."
Nani turned his face toward him, expression unreadable. "I was sick, Sky."
Sky leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"And I took care of you. No one else did. Not even your precious Win. Just me."
There was something in his voice-something darker. Not just jealousy. Territory.
Nani sat up slowly, wincing. He needed space. His phone buzzed on the nightstand-Win again. Nani ignored it.
Sky's gaze followed the phone like a predator watching competition.
"He's worried about you."
"He's my friend," Nani said carefully, pulling the oversized shirt over himself again.
Sky was silent for a beat. Then he spoke.
"Friends don't look at you the way he does."
"What do you mean?"
Sky sat up, eyes shadowed. "I see the way he watches you. Like he wants something he has no right to want. And maybe I should be the one to remind him you're already taken."
Nani's throat tightened. "Sky..."
But Sky leaned in again, lips brushing against Nani's jaw. "Don't worry. I'll be good today. I won't touch you. Not unless you ask me to." He kissed him once-soft and slow, like a liar sealing a promise.
Nani didn't answer.
His heart was beating too fast.
The lines were getting blurred-between care and control, between love and something deeper... something darker.
And he wasn't sure which part of him was afraid.
The one that wanted to stop it.
Or the one that wanted to fall even deeper.
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And that's a wrap for Chapter 22. What did you think? Drop your thoughts in the comments-I'm trying to build the characters slowly but with intensity. I don't know if I'm getting it right, but I hope you're enjoying it. Seeing comments from people who truly connect with the story means the world to me. Seriously, thank you.
Also, just to share a little-I haven't been as consistent lately. I've been feeling a bit off mentally, and I've also been treating malaria. I'm okay now, but some days are harder than others. It's not depression, just a bit of heaviness. But I always try to focus on the blessings in my life and remind myself that things will get better.
Thanks for sticking with me. See you in the next chapter. Love you all. 💛