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Kanato's plea dissolved into a gasp as Seraph's arms hooked beneath his knees, lifting him clean off the mattress. The shift in angle drove that thick cock deeper—impossibly deeper—and Kanato's spine bowed, a strangled sound tearing from his throat. "Sera—hnn—wait—"

Seraph didn't wait. He adjusted his grip, settling Kanato's weight against his chest like something precious and burdensome all at once, and took a single step toward the bedroom door. That step rocked his hips. The motion drove his length up into Kanato with a slick, obscene sound that filled the quiet room.

Kanato's hands flew to Seraph's shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there. "Sera.. hnn.. yame.. ahn.." The words came out broken, punched from his lungs with every jostle of Seraph's movement. "Yame.. mmmnn.."

Seraph hummed—actually hummed, a low, contented sound that vibrated through his chest and into Kanato's back. "Why are you so noisy?" he asked, his voice carrying that innocent edge that made Kanato's stomach flip. "I'm just walking."

Another step. Another shift of those powerful hips. The head of Seraph's cock dragged against that spot—that impossible, devastating spot deep inside Kanato that he'd never known existed until tonight—and Kanato's whole body seized. "Ah—! Sera, please—"

"Please what?" Seraph's voice was calm, almost bored, as if he weren't currently carrying a grown man impaled on his cock through a dim apartment. He took the long way around the bed, past the dresser, past the window where the first grey light of dawn was beginning to bleed through the curtains. Each step was deliberate. Measured. Each one drove him deeper.

Kanato's vision blurred. He could feel every inch of Seraph inside him—could feel the thick, hot length of him shifting and grinding with each movement, the way his thighs trembled with the effort of holding himself up, the wet slide of his own arousal coating his skin. "The bathroom—it's right there—" He gestured weakly toward the door that was, indeed, directly across from the guest bedroom. "Why are you going—ahn!—the long way—"

"Am I?" Seraph tilted his head, feigning confusion. He took another step, and this one was longer, his stride eating up more distance, and the change in angle made Kanato see stars. "I thought you wanted a bath. I'm taking you to the bath."

"But—hnn—the door—"

"This way is better." Seraph's voice dropped, a low rumble that Kanato felt in his bones. "You need the exercise."

Kanato's laugh came out as a sob. "Exercise—? Sera, you're the one—ahn—you're the one carrying me—"

"Mm." Seraph's hands tightened on Kanato's thighs, spreading him wider, and the next step sent him sliding down that thick length with a wet, obscene sound. "But you're doing all the work, aren't you? Clenching around me like that."

Kanato's face burned. He wanted to argue, wanted to tell Seraph that he wasn't doing anything, that his body was betraying him, but then Seraph took another step and his hips dropped, and the words died in his throat.

He could feel everything. Every ridge, every vein, the way Seraph's cock curved just slightly upward, pressing against that spot with each movement. The slow, deliberate pace was worse than fast—it gave him time to feel every inch of the drag, the stretch, the way his own body opened and clenched around Seraph like it was desperate to keep him inside.

"Sera.. hnn.. yame.. ahn.. Seraph~.." His voice pitched higher with each syllable, breaking into something almost unrecognizable. He'd never heard himself sound like this—so needy, so wanton, so completely undone.

Seraph paused in the hallway. The bathroom was just ahead, its door ajar, steam still curling from the bath Kanato had run earlier. But Seraph didn't move toward it. Instead, he shifted Kanato's weight, adjusting his grip, and the movement ground his cock against that spot with a pressure that made Kanato's vision whiten.

"Say that again," Seraph murmured, his lips brushing Kanato's ear. "I like the way you say my name."

Kanato's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. "S-Seraph—"

"Again."

"Seraph—please—"

"Please what?"

The question was a trap and Kanato knew it. He could feel the answer building in his chest, the words he was too embarrassed to say, the confession Seraph was trying to drag out of him. "Please—" He swallowed, his throat clicking. "Please don't stop."

Seraph's smile was a slow, dangerous thing. "Don't stop what?"

"Don't stop—ahn—carrying me—" Kanato's voice cracked. "Don't stop—mmnn—fucking me—"

"Good boy." The praise hit Kanato like a physical blow, sending a shudder through his whole body. Seraph took another step, and then another, and Kanato realized with a distant, horrified clarity that Seraph was walking past the bathroom.

"Wait—" Kanato's hand shot out, grasping at the doorframe, but Seraph's grip on his thighs tightened and he was pulled away. "Sera, the bathroom—you passed it—"

"Did I?" Seraph's voice was innocent again, but his eyes were dark, gleaming with a satisfaction that made Kanato's stomach flip. "I must have made a wrong turn."

"You—you're doing this on purpose—"

"Doing what?" Another step. Another shift of those hips. Kanato's head fell back, a moan spilling from his lips. "Walking? I thought you wanted me to walk."

"Not—hnn—not all the way around the—ah!—the apartment—"

Seraph hummed, turning down the short hallway that led to the living room. The long way around, indeed—past the couch, past the bookshelf, past the kitchen island where Kanato had eaten breakfast that morning, all while Seraph's cock stayed buried inside him, grinding deeper with every step.

Kanato's world had narrowed to a single point of sensation. He could feel the cool air of the apartment against his heated skin, the rough texture of Seraph's shirt against his bare chest, the way his own cock bounced and leaked with each jostle. He was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, completely at Seraph's mercy—and God help him, he loved it.

"You're thinking too loud," Seraph murmured, turning down another hallway. "I can hear you from here."

Kanato's face burned. "I'm not—I wasn't—"

"You were thinking about how good this feels." Seraph's voice was low, intimate. "How you never want it to stop."

"I—"

"Don't lie to me." Seraph's grip tightened, and he lifted Kanato's hips, then dropped him back down onto his cock with a wet, obscene sound that echoed through the quiet apartment. Kanato cried out, his whole body seizing, his hands scrabbling at Seraph's shoulders. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're desperate for it."

"Sera—"

"You're desperate for me to keep going." Another lift. Another drop. Kanato's vision whited out. "To keep fucking you until you can't think straight."

"Please—"

"Please what?" Seraph's voice was a purr. "Tell me what you want."

Kanato's mouth opened, but only a broken moan came out. The words were there, burning in his throat, but he couldn't force them past his lips. He was too far gone, too overwhelmed, too completely consumed by the feeling of Seraph inside him.

Seraph stopped walking. They were in the middle of the living room now, the bathroom on the other side of the apartment, and Kanato's heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. "Describe how it feels," Seraph ordered, his voice dropping into something darker. "I want to hear you say it."

"I—I can't—"

"You can." Seraph's hand came up, cupping Kanato's jaw, tilting his face up so their eyes met. "Tell me how I feel inside you."

Kanato's breath hitched. The words were there, pressing against his teeth, but they were too raw, too honest, too much. "It's—" He swallowed. "It's so full. You're so—so deep—"

"Good." Seraph's thumb brushed over Kanato's lower lip, and Kanato's mouth opened automatically, taking the digit in. Seraph's eyes darkened. "What else?"

"I can feel—" Kanato's voice trembled. "I can feel every time you move. Every time you—you shift. It's like—" His face burned. "It's like you're hitting something—something I didn't know I had—"

"That spot?" Seraph's voice was soft, almost gentle. "The one that makes you see stars?"

"Yes—"

"Good." Seraph pulled his thumb free, and Kanato whimpered at the loss. "That's where I'm going to keep hitting you. Until you forget your own name."

Kanato's breath caught. "Sera—"

"Until you can't remember anything except my cock inside you." Seraph's voice was a dark promise, and Kanato felt his whole body flush with heat. "Until you beg me to stop and beg me to keep going in the same breath."

"Please—"

"Please what?"

"Please—" Kanato's voice broke. "Please do it. Please—ahn—please keep going—"

Seraph smiled. It was a slow, satisfied thing that made Kanato's stomach flip. "That's my good boy."

He started walking again, and this time his steps were faster, harder, each one driving his cock deeper into Kanato's willing body. The apartment blurred past them—the couch, the bookshelf, the window with its grey dawn light—until Seraph was pushing through the bathroom door and setting Kanato down on the edge of the tub.

But he didn't pull out.

He stood between Kanato's thighs, his cock still buried deep, and reached for his bag on the counter. Kanato watched with wide eyes as Seraph pulled out a small, furred object—a sound, sleek and smooth, with a soft brush of fur at the tip.

"What—what is that?"

Seraph didn't answer. He knelt down, his free hand wrapping around Kanato's cock, and Kanato's breath caught at the touch. His cock was already hard, leaking, desperate—and the furred sound glinted in the bathroom light like a promise.

"I want to feel you from both sides," Seraph murmured, his voice low and dark. "I want to feel you clench around my cock while this—" He pressed the tip of the sound against Kanato's slit, and Kanato's whole body shuddered. "—strokes you from the inside."

"Sera—" Kanato's voice was barely a whisper. "I don't—I've never—"

"I know." Seraph's voice was gentle, but his eyes were dark, hungry. "That's why I want to be the first."

The sound slid in with a slick, smooth pressure that made Kanato's vision swim. It was cold at first, the metal warming to his body temperature, and then the fur—the fur brushed against the inside of his cock with every tiny movement, every shift of his hips, sending sparks of sensation through his whole body.

"Oh—oh God—" Kanato's head fell back, his hands gripping the edge of the tub. "Sera, that's—that's—"

"Good?" Seraph's voice was a purr. He slid the sound deeper, and Kanato felt it graze something—something impossibly deep, a spot he'd never been able to reach with his own hands. "Or bad?"

"I—I can't—" Kanato's voice broke. "I can't tell—"

"Then I'll keep going until you can." Seraph's hand moved, sliding the sound in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm, while his other hand gripped Kanato's hip. "And when you can't take it anymore, I'll still be inside you. Fucking you. Making you feel everything."

Kanato's mouth opened, but only a broken moan came out. He could feel everything—the sound stroking him from the inside, the fur grazing against sensitive flesh with every movement, Seraph's cock thick and hot and deep inside him. It was too much. It wasn't enough. He didn't know which way was up anymore.

"Sera.. hnn.. yame.. ahn.." The words spilled out of him, broken and desperate. "Yame.. mmmnn.. ahn.. Seraph~.."

"Why are you so noisy?" Seraph's voice was innocent again, but his eyes were dark with satisfaction. He shifted his weight, sinking deeper, and Kanato felt the sound press against that impossible spot from the front while Seraph's cock pressed against it from behind. "I'm just helping you wash up."

"You're—ahn—you're not—" Kanato's voice cracked. "You're not helping—"

"No?" Seraph's hand moved, sliding the sound deeper, and Kanato's whole body convulsed. "Then what am I doing?"

"You're—you're killing me—"

Seraph laughed, a low, dark sound that made Kanato's stomach flip. "I'm not killing you. I'm taking care of you." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Kanato's forehead. "You asked for a bath. I'm giving you a bath."

"This isn't—ahn—this isn't a bath—"

"It's better than a bath." Seraph's hand moved, sliding the sound in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm. "It's a lesson."

"A—a lesson—"

"Mm." Seraph's voice dropped. "A lesson in patience. In trust. In letting go." He shifted his weight, and Kanato felt him sink deeper, felt the sound press against that spot from the front. "In letting me take care of you."

Kanato's eyes burned. He didn't know if it was from the overwhelming sensation or the words—the way Seraph said them, like a promise, like a vow. "Sera—"

"I've got you." Seraph's voice was soft, almost tender. "I've got you, Kanato. Just let go."

And Kanato did.

He let go of the edge of the tub, let go of the last shreds of his composure, let go of everything except the feeling of Seraph inside him, the sound stroking him from within, the warmth of Seraph's body against his. He let go, and he fell.

The orgasm hit him like a wave, crashing over him with a force that stole his breath. His body arched, his mouth open in a silent scream, and he felt himself clench around Seraph's cock, felt the sound slide deeper, felt the fur brush against that impossible spot as he came, and came, and came—

"That's it," Seraph murmured, his voice a dark praise. "That's my good boy. Let go for me."

Kanato's body convulsed, his release spilling over Seraph's hand, over his own stomach, over the edge of the tub. He felt empty and full at the same time, completely consumed, completely undone.

And then Seraph was moving—pulling out, setting the sound aside, lifting Kanato into his arms and lowering him into the warm water of the bath. The heat enveloped him, soothing his aching muscles, and Kanato let out a shaky breath.

Seraph knelt beside the tub, his hand cupping Kanato's face, tilting it up. His eyes were soft now, the hunger banked, replaced by something tender. "You did so well," he murmured. "So good for me."

Kanato's throat tightened. He wanted to say something—thank you, or I love you, or I don't know what I'd do without you—but the words wouldn't come. So he just leaned into Seraph's touch, his eyes closing, and let the warmth of the water and the warmth of Seraph's hand hold him together.

The water had gone from hot to warm to something close to tepid, and Kanato floated in it like a man who had forgotten his own name. His limbs were heavy, boneless, anchored to the bottom of the tub by the sheer weight of everything Seraph had wrung out of him. The sound sat on the edge of the tub like a small, gleaming accusation. He couldn't bring himself to look at it.

Seraph's hand was still on his face, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone with a tenderness that felt almost cruel after everything. Kanato leaned into it, let himself be held by that single point of contact, and tried to remember how to be a person who could stand on his own two feet.

"You're thinking too loud," Seraph said.

Kanato cracked one eye open. "I'm not thinking at all. I think you broke my brain."

"Good." Seraph's mouth curved, small and satisfied. "It's quieter that way."

Kanato should have laughed. He should have said something sharp and easy, the way he always did, the way he'd been trained to do since he was a boy learning to smile with a knife behind his back. But the words came out soft, almost honest. "I don't think I've ever been that—" He stopped. Searched. "That far gone."

"Far gone isn't a bad place to be." Seraph's hand slid from his face to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair, and Kanato's eyes fluttered closed again. "Not when you come back."

"What if I don't want to come back?"

The question hung in the steam between them. Kanato felt the weight of it settle, felt Seraph's fingers pause against his scalp, and for a moment he was terrified he'd said something real, something that couldn't be taken back.

Then Seraph's hand resumed its slow stroking, and his voice came low and warm. "Then I'll stay out there with you."

Kanato's throat closed. He opened his mouth to deflect, to joke, to do anything but sit in the enormity of what Seraph had just said—and instead what came out was a shaky breath that was almost a laugh. "You can't. You have to come back. Akira and Hibari—"

"They'll be fine for one night." Seraph's thumb pressed against the hollow behind Kanato's ear, and Kanato's whole body went loose. "They're sleeping. They're safe. And you—" A pause. "You're here."

Kanato opened his eyes fully. Seraph was kneeling beside the tub, silver hair dark with steam, pale eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made Kanato feel like the only thing in the room. There was no hunger left in that gaze, no dark amusement. Just Seraph, looking at him like he was something worth looking at.

"I'm here," Kanato echoed, and the words felt like a promise he didn't fully understand.

Seraph nodded once, then his gaze dropped, traveling down Kanato's body with a slow, assessing slowness that made Kanato's skin prickle. "You're still hard."

Kanato blinked. Looked down. And there it was—his cock, half-swollen against his thigh, bobbing gently in the water, as if it hadn't just spent the last half hour being thoroughly ruined. "What—how—" He looked up at Seraph, genuinely bewildered. "I came. Like, a lot. I came so much I think I'm actually empty."

"Mm." Seraph's hand drifted from his neck, trailing down his chest, fingers skimming the line of his collarbone, the dip of his sternum, the soft skin of his belly. "Your body doesn't seem to agree."

Kanato's breath hitched as Seraph's fingers found the sensitive spot just below his navel, pressing in a slow circle. "Sera—"

"It's interesting." Seraph's voice was thoughtful, almost clinical, even as his fingers kept moving. "You're exhausted. You can barely hold yourself up. But your body—" He pressed harder, and Kanato's hips twitched. "Your body wants more."

"That's—that's not—" Kanato's voice cracked. "That's just a reflex. It doesn't mean—"

"No?" Seraph's fingers slid lower, brushing the base of his cock, and Kanato's whole body jerked like a fish on a line. "Then why did you just moan?"

"I didn't—" Kanato cut himself off, because he had. The sound had slipped out before he could catch it, high and breathy, and now it hung in the air between them like evidence.

Seraph smiled. It was a slow, satisfied smile, the kind that said he'd already won and was just enjoying the game. "You're so sensitive right now. Every touch—" He dragged a single finger along the underside of Kanato's cock, feather-light, and Kanato's whole body shuddered. "—goes straight through you."

"Stop—" Kanato's hands came up, grabbing Seraph's wrist, but he didn't have the strength to push him away. "Sera, I can't—I already—"

"You already came." Seraph's voice was soft, almost gentle. "I know. I felt it. You clenched around me so tight I thought I was going to lose my mind."

Kanato's face burned. "Then why—"

"Because I want to see how much more you can take." Seraph's free hand slid under Kanato's thigh, lifting it, opening him, and Kanato felt the water shift as Seraph's cock nudged against his entrance—still hard, still thick, still impossibly present. "And because I'm not done with you yet."

"Sera—" Kanato's voice was a whine now, desperate and broken. "Please—I'm so—I can't—"

"You can." Seraph's voice was a low murmur against his ear. "You've already done more than you thought you could. You let me put that sound inside you. You let me fuck you until you forgot your own name. You came so hard you nearly passed out." He pressed a kiss to Kanato's jaw. "You can take a little more."

"That's not—that's not the same—" Kanato's hands were shaking against Seraph's chest. "That was—I was—"

"You were perfect." Seraph's hand found his cock again, wrapping around it, and Kanato's breath caught in his throat. "You are perfect. And I want to see you fall apart again."

Kanato's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He could feel himself trembling, feel the oversensitivity screaming through every nerve, feel the desperate, traitorous pulse of his cock in Seraph's hand.

"Please," he finally managed, and he didn't even know what he was begging for anymore. "Please, Sera—"

Seraph's hand tightened, and Kanato let out a sound he'd never heard himself make before—high and broken, almost a sob. "That's it," Seraph murmured. "Let me hear you."

"Ah—ahn—Sera—" Kanato's hips bucked helplessly into Seraph's grip. "Please—I can't—it's too much—"

"Too much?" Seraph's hand moved, slow and deliberate, stroking him from base to tip. "But you're so hard for me. Look at you." He tilted Kanato's chin down, forcing him to watch. "Your cock is leaking. You're dripping for me, Kanato. You want this."

"I—" Kanato's voice broke. "I don't—"

"You do." Seraph's thumb swiped across the head, smearing the pre-cum, and Kanato's whole body convulsed. "You want me to make you come again. You want to feel that pleasure crash over you even though you know you can't handle it. You want to be ruined."

Kanato's eyes were burning. "Sera—"

"Say it." Seraph's voice was a command now, low and dark. "Say you want it."

"I—" Kanato's throat worked. "I want—"

"Say it."

"I want it—" Kanato's voice broke into a sob. "I want it, Sera, please, I want it so bad, I can't—please—"

"Good boy." Seraph's voice softened, and his hand moved faster. "My good boy. You're doing so well."

Kanato's head fell back against the edge of the tub. The pleasure was excruciating—every touch a spike of near-pain, every stroke of Seraph's hand sending lightning through his oversensitive nerves. He could feel himself building toward something, but it wasn't the same as before. It was sharper, stranger, a pressure that didn't feel like it would ever release.

"Sera—" His voice was barely a whisper. "Sera, I think—I think something's wrong—"

"Nothing's wrong." Seraph's voice was calm, steady. "You're just feeling something new. Let it happen."

"I can't—it's too—" Kanato's body arched, his spine bowing off the tub. "Sera—!"

The orgasm hit him like a wave of static, a full-body jolt that stole his breath and left him trembling. But there was no release, no flood of cum, just wave after wave of dry pleasure crashing through him, leaving him gasping and shaking and completely undone.

"Oh—oh god—" Kanato's hands scrabbled at the edge of the tub, looking for something to hold onto. "Sera—what—what is this—"

"A dry orgasm." Seraph's voice was low, almost reverent. "You came so much earlier that there's nothing left. But your body still wants to try."

"I can't—" Kanato's voice was a broken whimper. "I can't—it won't stop—"

"I know." Seraph's hand kept moving, slow and relentless, stroking him through the waves. "I know. Just let it take you."

Kanato's body convulsed again, another wave crashing through him, and he let out a sound that was almost a scream—high and desperate and so, so lewd. The pleasure didn't fade. It just kept building, wave after wave, each one stronger than the last, until Kanato was sure he was going to die.

"Sera—Sera—please—" He was crying now, tears streaming down his face. "Please make it stop—I can't—I can't take it—"

"You can." Seraph's voice was soft, almost tender. "You're taking it right now. You're doing so well, Kanato. So well."

"Please—" Kanato's voice broke. "Please—"

Seraph's hand slowed, and the waves began to recede, leaving Kanato trembling and gasping in the water. His body was limp, boneless, completely spent. He couldn't even lift his head.

"That's it," Seraph murmured. "That's my good boy. You're okay. I've got you."

Kanato's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Sera—"

"I'm here." Seraph's hand cupped his face, turning it up. "I'm right here."

Kanato's eyes were glassy, unfocused. "I—I think you broke me."

Seraph laughed, a low, warm sound. "You said that already."

"I meant it."

"I know." Seraph pressed a kiss to his forehead. "But you're not broken. You're just—" He paused, searching for the word. "Opened."

Kanato's throat tightened. "That's a terrifying thing to say to someone."

"It's a good thing." Seraph's thumb traced his cheekbone. "It means you trust me enough to let me see you like this. All of you."

Kanato's eyes closed. He wanted to say something—thank you, or I love you, or I don't know what I'd do without you—but the words wouldn't come. So he just leaned into Seraph's touch, his body still trembling with aftershocks, and let the warmth of the water and the warmth of Seraph's hand hold him together.

"I think," he managed, his voice hoarse, "I need to get out of this bath before I turn into a prune."

Seraph's mouth curved. "Can you stand?"

Kanato considered the question seriously. His legs felt like they were made of jelly. His arms were shaking. He wasn't entirely sure he remembered how to be a person. "No," he admitted. "Not even a little bit."

"Then I'll carry you." Seraph stood, water dripping from his broad shoulders, and reached down to lift Kanato out of the tub like he weighed nothing. Kanato's arms looped around his neck automatically, his face pressed into the warm skin of Seraph's shoulder, and he let himself be held.

Seraph wrapped a towel around him with surprising gentleness, then carried him out of the bathroom, through the dim hallway, and into the guest bedroom. The bed was still rumpled from earlier—the sheets twisted, the pillows displaced—and Seraph lowered him onto it like something fragile.

"Stay," Seraph said, and Kanato didn't have the strength to argue.

He watched through half-lidded eyes as Seraph moved around the room, gathering a glass of water from the kitchen, setting it on the nightstand. He watched as Seraph pulled on a pair of loose sweatpants, the fabric hanging low on his hips. He watched as Seraph came back to the bed and sat beside him, hand resting on his hip.

"You're staring," Seraph said.

"You're worth staring at."

Seraph's mouth twitched. "You're delirious."

"Maybe." Kanato's hand found Seraph's, fingers threading together. "But I mean it."

There was a long moment of silence. Then Seraph leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kanato's forehead, soft and lingering.

"Sleep," he said. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Kanato's eyes fluttered closed. "Promise?"

"Promise."

And Kanato, for the first time in a long time, believed it.

Kanato's eyes had just begun to drift closed when he felt Seraph's hands slide beneath him—broad palms cupping his waist, lifting him with that terrifying, effortless strength. His body rose from the water, slick and steaming, and for one suspended moment he hung there, weightless, before Seraph let him fall.

The descent was slow—or maybe it only felt slow, the way everything moves in water. Kanato's breath caught as he sank, and then Seraph's cock was inside him again, deeper than before, the angle changed by the water's buoyancy and the shift of their bodies, and the sound that tore out of him was half moan, half whimper, swallowed by the steam.

"Hnn—Sera—!" His hands found Seraph's shoulders, gripping hard, nails dimpling the wet skin. "Wha—what are you—"

Seraph's mouth curved against his ear, that low, satisfied sound he made when he knew exactly what he was doing. "Just settling in." His hips shifted, a small, deliberate roll, and Kanato felt the head of his cock drag across something that made his whole body seize. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"

"I—" Kanato's voice cracked. "I can't—Sera, I'm exhausted, I'm empty, I—"

"I know." Seraph's hands traced down his spine, settling on his hips. "But I'm not."

Kanato laughed despite himself, a breathless, incredulous sound. "That's not—that's not fair. You're built like a machine."

"And you're built like a dream." Seraph's voice was a low rumble, almost amused. "I could go another round. Easily."

"Another—" Kanato's eyes went wide. "Sera, I can barely feel my legs. I can't—"

"You don't have to do anything." Seraph's hand slid up his chest, fingers finding his nipple, rolling it gently. Kanato's body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. "Just lie here and let me play with you."

The word *play* sent a shiver through him that had nothing to do with the cooling water. Seraph's fingers kept moving, tracing the lines of his chest, his stomach, the sensitive dip beneath his ribs where Kanato had never known he was ticklish until tonight. Every touch made him jump, made him moan, made him arch into the contact even as he tried to pull away.

"S-Sera—" Kanato's voice was already breaking. "That's—hnn—that's not—"

"Not what?" Seraph's hand drifted lower, fingers ghosting over his hipbone. "Not fair? Not what you want?"

"Not—ah—!" Kanato's hips bucked as Seraph's fingers brushed the base of his softening cock. "Not fair," he managed, breathless. "You're—you're cheating."

"Cheating?" Seraph's fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow and deliberate. "How am I cheating?"

"You—you know I can't—" Kanato's voice dissolved into a moan as Seraph's thumb traced the head of his cock. "You know I'm sensitive—everywhere—"

"I do know." Seraph's voice was dark with satisfaction. "That's exactly why I'm doing it."

Kanato's head fell back, his throat bared to the steam. Seraph's hand kept moving, slow and relentless, and every stroke sent sparks through his oversensitive nerves. He was already trembling, already gasping, already so close to the edge of something he didn't know if he could survive.

"Your body looks like it wants another round," Seraph murmured, his lips brushing Kanato's ear. "Look at you. Hard again. Dripping. Ready."

"I'm not—" Kanato's protest died in his throat as Seraph's grip tightened, a slow, firm stroke that made his vision white out. "I'm not ready—I can't—"

"You can." Seraph's voice was a low, teasing drawl. "You've been so good tonight, Kanato. So obedient. So pretty when you beg." His hand kept moving, and Kanato could feel himself hardening despite everything, the pleasure sharp and wrong and so, so good. "I think you can give me one more. Maybe two."

"Sera—" Kanato's voice was a whimper now, high and desperate. "Sera, please—please stop—pull out—I can't—"

Seraph's eyes gleamed in the dim light, dark and delighted. "Pull out?" He shifted, his hands sliding to Kanato's hips, lifting him again. "But I'm so comfortable right here."

And then he let him drop.

The impact drove Seraph's cock deep, hitting that spot inside Kanato that made his whole body seize, a raw, broken cry tearing from his throat. "SERA—!"

"That's it," Seraph purred, his voice thick with amusement. "That's the sound I wanted to hear." He did it again, lifting Kanato's hips and letting him fall, the water sloshing around them as Seraph's cock hit his prostate with brutal precision. "You have to beg better than that if you want me to stop."

Kanato's hands scrabbled at Seraph's shoulders, his nails raking wet skin. "Please—Sera—please, I can't—I'm too sensitive—"

"I know you're sensitive." Seraph's voice was a low, satisfied hum. "That's what makes it so fun." He lifted Kanato again, held him suspended for one agonizing moment, and dropped him once more. "You feel that? How deep I am? How perfectly you take me?"

"Hnn—ah—yes—" Kanato's voice was barely coherent, broken into fragments by every impact. "Yes—Sera—please—"

"Please what?" Seraph's hand found his cock again, pumping in rhythm with the slow rise and fall of his hips. "Please keep going? Please make you come again?"

"Please—" Kanato's voice cracked. "Please—I'm empty—there's nothing left—"

"There's always something left." Seraph's thumb pressed against the head of his cock, and Kanato's body convulsed, a desperate, broken sound escaping his lips. "Your body just doesn't know it yet."

Kanato's eyes were wet, tears streaming down his face as Seraph's hand kept moving, pumping him slow and firm, stroking from base to tip and back again. Every touch was agony, every stroke pure, overwhelming pleasure that built and built and built until Kanato couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but cling to Seraph and moan.

"Sera—hnn—yame—ahn—yame—" The words came out broken, half-formed, swallowed by his own gasping. "Sera—please—I can't—"

"You can," Seraph murmured, his voice soft and cruel. "You're taking it so well. So pretty. So lewd." His hand moved faster, and Kanato felt the pressure building, that strange, sharp sensation that wasn't quite pleasure and wasn't quite pain. "I want to see you come again. I want to feel you fall apart in my arms."

"I—ah—Sera—!" Kanato's body arched, his spine bowing as the first wave crashed through him—dry and violent, a full-body convulsion that stole his breath and left him trembling. "SERA—!"

The orgasm didn't end. It kept going, wave after wave, each one stronger than the last, wringing his body like a cloth until Kanato couldn't form words at all, only sounds—high, desperate whimpers and broken gasps that filled the steamy air.

"Mmmnn—ahn—Sera—" His voice was a wreck, barely coherent. "Sera—Sera—"

Seraph watched him with dark, satisfied eyes, drinking in every twitch, every shudder, every desperate sound. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "That's my good boy. Let it take you."

Kanato's body kept convulsing, the dry orgasm stretching on and on, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. His hands gripped Seraph's shoulders like lifelines, his nails leaving crescents in the skin, and still it didn't stop, didn't fade, just kept rolling through him in wave after wave until he was sure he was going to shatter.

And then, slowly, the waves began to recede, leaving him trembling and gasping in Seraph's arms, completely undone.

"Oh—oh god—" Kanato's voice was barely a whisper, raw and broken. "Sera—what—what was that—"

"That," Seraph said, his voice low and reverent, "was you being perfect." He pressed a kiss to Kanato's forehead, gentle despite everything. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Kanato's eyes went wide. "Sera—no—I can't—"

But Seraph's hand was already moving again, stroking his oversensitive cock with slow, deliberate pressure, and Kanato's protest dissolved into a broken moan.

"Sera—hnn—please—" His voice was cracking, tears streaming down his face. "Please—I'm empty—there's nothing left—"

"There's always more," Seraph murmured, his voice a low, satisfied hum. "Your body keeps surprising me. Look at you—still hard, still dripping, still so responsive." His thumb traced the head of Kanato's cock, and Kanato's whole body seized. "You're like a toy I can't put down."

"Sera—!" Kanato's voice broke into a whimper as another wave built, faster this time, sharper. "Sera—please—I can't—I can't—"

"You can." Seraph's hand kept moving, relentless, stroking him through the building pleasure. "You're doing so well. So beautiful. So lewd." He leaned down, his lips brushing Kanato's ear. "I could watch you come apart forever."

The second dry orgasm hit harder than the first, a violent convulsion that tore a raw, desperate cry from Kanato's throat. "SERA—!" His body arched, his back bowing off Seraph's chest, and the pleasure didn't stop—kept building, kept crashing, wave after wave until Kanato was sobbing, trembling, completely lost.

"Mmmnn—ahn—Sera—" His voice was barely coherent now, fragments of words swallowed by his own gasping. "Sera—please—I can't—"

Seraph waited twenty seconds. Just long enough for Kanato's trembling to ease, for his breathing to slow, for his eyes to start to focus again. And then his hand moved again.

"No—no, Sera—" Kanato's voice was a desperate whimper. "Please—I need—I need a break—"

"You don't need a break." Seraph's voice was soft, almost tender. "You need to let go." His hand kept moving, stroking slow and firm, and Kanato's body responded despite itself, hardening again, arching into the touch. "You're so beautiful like this. So open. So mine."

"Sera—hnn—yame—" Kanato's words dissolved into a moan, his head falling back, his throat bared. "Yame—Sera—please—"

"But you're so close already." Seraph's thumb traced the vein on the underside of Kanato's cock, and Kanato's whole body shuddered. "I can feel it. You're right there." His other hand reached down, cupping Kanato's balls, massaging them slowly. "Let me take you there."

The third orgasm crashed through him like a wave, and Kanato screamed—a raw, broken sound that filled the steamy room. His body convulsed, his hands clawing at Seraph's shoulders, and the pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.

"SERA—!" His voice was a wreck, torn and desperate. "SERA—PLEASE—"

But Seraph didn't stop. His hand kept moving, stroking Kanato through the orgasm and beyond, pushing him into a fourth wave before the third had even faded.

"Sera—hnn—ah—" Kanato's voice was barely coherent now, reduced to fragments, to sounds, to the broken rhythm of his own gasping. "Sera—Sera—"

"That's it," Seraph murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That's my good boy. You're doing so well." His hand moved faster, and Kanato's body responded, arching into the touch, desperate and hungry despite everything. "So pretty. So lewd. I could do this forever."

The fifth orgasm tore through him, and Kanato's voice broke completely—no more words, no more pleas, just sound. High and desperate and so, so lewd, a continuous stream of whimpers and gasps that filled the air as Seraph kept pumping him, kept pushing him, kept wringing pleasure from a body that had nothing left to give.

"Mmmnn—ahn—Sera—" The sounds came out broken, half-formed, barely human. "Sera—Sera—"

Seraph laughed, low and satisfied, watching Kanato come apart beneath his hands. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement. "Seven times now, and you're still hard. Still dripping. Still begging for more, even when you can't form words."

"Hnn—no—" Kanato's voice was a desperate whimper. "No—Sera—please—"

"Please what?" Seraph's hand slowed, just enough to make Kanato ache. "Please stop? Please keep going?" His thumb pressed against the head of Kanato's cock, and Kanato's body convulsed, a broken cry escaping his lips. "You have to tell me what you want, Kanato."

"I—I—" Kanato's voice was wrecked, barely a whisper. "I don't—I can't—"

"You can't what?" Seraph's hand moved again, slow and deliberate, and Kanato's words dissolved into a moan. "You can't say it? You can't think?" He leaned down, his lips brushing Kanato's ear. "That's okay. Your body knows what it wants."

"Sera—" Kanato's voice was a broken whimper. "Sera—please—"

"Please what?" Seraph's hand kept moving, stroking him slow and firm, pushing him toward another peak. "Please let you come? Please make it stop?" His voice dropped, dark and teasing. "Or please keep going, because you love this, because you love being empty and used and so, so full of me?"

"I—" Kanato's voice cracked. "I—hnn—"

The sixth orgasm hit him like a wave, and Kanato's body arched, his mouth open in a silent scream. The pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming, a white-hot flood that consumed him completely, and he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.

"SERA—!" His voice was a raw, broken cry. "SERA—PLEASE—"

Seraph watched him, eyes dark with satisfaction, drinking in every twitch, every shudder, every desperate sound. "That's it," he murmured. "That's my good boy. Let go."

Kanato's body kept convulsing, the dry orgasm stretching on and on, and Seraph kept stroking him through it, pushing him into the seventh wave before the sixth had even faded.

"Mmmnn—ahn—Sera—" Kanato's voice was barely a whisper now, reduced to fragments, to sounds, to the broken rhythm of his own gasping. "Sera—Sera—"

"Seven," Seraph murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "Seven times, and you're still going. You're a miracle, Kanato." His hand slowed, finally, mercifully, and Kanato's trembling began to ease. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone come so beautifully."

Kanato's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, his body limp and boneless in Seraph's arms. He tried to speak, but only a broken whimper escaped his lips.

"Shh," Seraph murmured, his hand moving to stroke Kanato's hair. "You're okay. I've got you."

"Sera—" Kanato's voice was a wreck, barely audible. "Sera—pon—pon de ring—"

Seraph's hand froze. "What?"

"Pon de ring," Kanato repeated, his voice trembling. "Safe word. Please. Please stop."

For a long moment, Seraph was still. Then he pulled his hand away, slow and careful, and wrapped his arms around Kanato instead, pulling him close against his chest.

"Okay," he murmured, his voice soft, gentle. "Okay. You're safe. I've got you." His hand moved to stroke Kanato's hair, slow and soothing. "You did so well, Kanato. So well. I'm so proud of you."

Kanato's body was still trembling, aftershocks rippling through him, but the touch was different now—soothing, not stimulating. He sagged against Seraph, his face pressed into the warm skin of his neck, and let himself be held.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw. "I couldn't—I couldn't take any more—"

"Don't apologize." Seraph's voice was firm, gentle. "You used your safe word. That's exactly what it's for." He pressed a kiss to Kanato's hair. "You did the right thing."

Kanato's breath hitched. "You're not—you're not mad?"

"Mad?" Seraph's hand stilled on his hair. "Why would I be mad? You told me what you needed. That's trust, Kanato. That's everything."

Kanato's eyes burned. He pressed closer, hiding his face in Seraph's neck, and let the warmth of the water and the warmth of Seraph's arms hold him together.

After a long moment, Seraph laughed softly. "Pon de ring, though. Really?"

Kanato's voice was muffled against his skin. "What?"

"Your safe word is a donut." Seraph's voice was warm with amusement. "A sweet, childish donut. For someone like you."

Kanato's only response was a weak whine, pressed into Seraph's neck. He didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the words to defend himself. He just snuggled deeper, seeking comfort, and let Seraph hold him.

Seraph chuckled, his hand resuming its slow, soothing path through Kanato's hair. "You must be exhausted," he murmured. "You didn't even try to fight back."

"Mmm," Kanato managed, barely coherent.

"Sleep," Seraph said softly. "I'll be here when you wake up."

Kanato's eyes fluttered closed, his body finally relaxing against Seraph's chest. The water was cooling around them, but Seraph's arms were warm, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a lullaby.

"Sera," he whispered, his voice barely a breath.

"I'm here."

"Thank you."

Seraph's arms tightened around him. "Always," he murmured. "Always."