CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Akio
HE DIDN’T think he would ever find anything better than Lucas pressed against him, the man’s insistent lips on his, hands traveling up his naked body. The man was everything he could ever want or need. The four months they’d had together so far had been the best of his life.
“We’re gonna be late.”
“I don’t mind being late,” Lucas purred.
He huffed out a short-lived laugh that quickly turned into a moan when lips found the side of his neck.
“I think everyone else will mind,” he said between groans.
Lucas pulled back, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he said, “Guess we’ll better hurry, then.”
“Fuck,” Akio breathed.
Lucas had taken one look at him as he exited the bathroom after his shower, only a towel slung around his hips, and then he’d been pressed against the wall, hands on the backs of his thighs lifting him up until he could wrap his legs around Lucas’ waist. The towel had hit the floor and Lucas’ appreciative groan had set his body on fire, desire flooding his whole system in seconds.
It was his own fault for staying the night at their apartment instead of in his dorm room. He should’ve known better. Keeping their hands off each other was never an option.
Lucas pulled him away from the wall and Akio put his lips to good use while he was carried into their bedroom. He loved the feel of Lucas’ short beard against his lips as he kissed his way up the man’s jaw. Loved the sounds Lucas made.
Lucas crawled onto the bed and put Akio down on the mattress. They hadn’t made the bed yet, the blankets thrown on one side of the bed and their pillows in disarray above his head. They were about to make it even messier, and he knew he’d love every second of it.
Lips brushed his collarbone, soft and gentle. He didn’t want that. He wanted Lucas to fuck him so thoroughly he couldn’t walk straight.
He groaned and thrust up against Lucas, seeking that much-needed friction against the man’s abs. He felt Lucas smile against his skin before he put a hand on his hip to keep him from moving again.
Akio dropped his head back with a frustrated sigh, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Lucas continued kissing his way down his chest, finding sensitive spots with his lips that had his cock leaking.
“Please,” he gasped out, grasping at the sheets when Lucas kissed his inner thigh and made him tremble. “ Luc .”
Lucas pulled back, grinning down at Akio before he reached for the bottle of lube still on the bedside table from last night.
Slick fingers slid between his cheeks, finding his hole and spreading him wide. He pushed back on them with a groan.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Lucas purred, his voice dripping sex.
He was achingly hard, lust burning inside him because of that gorgeous man between his legs. He could never get enough of him. Never.
Lips wrapped around his cock and Lucas took him to the back of his throat, the tight, wet heat exquisite. His mouth dropped open on a loud moan as Lucas sucked his cock while his fingers found that spot inside him and put pressure on it.
He cried out, the dual sensations too much. He wanted to come with Lucas’ cock inside him, not his fingers.
“Fuck me,” he gasped out. “Need you to fuck me.”
Lucas pulled back, mouth and fingers disappearing. He grabbed the lube and covered his cock, watching Akio the whole time he stroked himself. That dark look in his eyes, so hazy with lust, did indescribable things to him.
Lucas held his cock against Akio’s hole, watching his face as he guided the head slowly in. Too slow.
He grabbed Lucas’ ass cheeks and pulled hard, making the man sink inside him in a swift slide and filling him so fucking good.
“Fuck,” Lucas gasped, and Akio moaned in response.
Akio let his hands roam up Lucas’ back, digging his fingers into hard muscles when Lucas pulled back and thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside him.
Neither of them moved for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes while Lucas was as deep inside him as he would ever be. If he could, he would’ve had the man crawl right into his soul. This man owned him. Every part of him. His body, soul, and heart. He loved him with everything he had, and he knew Lucas loved him just as much. He showed him every day.
Lucas thrust against him with short and slow movements, his lip between his teeth and his gaze on his cock sliding in and out of Akio’s ass.
Akio wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked himself, feet locking behind Lucas’ back when the man started to fuck him in earnest, his hips slamming against his ass.
Lucas’ hand found his, fingers slipping between his, the cold metal of the engagement ring on his finger stark between them as Lucas pressed their hands against the mattress.
Lucas’ lips and teeth were on his neck, and Akio buried his other hand in that dark mop of hair as his fiancé slammed into him with hard thrusts that had him panting and cursing.
He threw his head back with a groan, that desperate need building fast inside him. He wanted it to last forever almost as much as he wanted to feel that pleasure only Lucas knew how to give him.
He moaned Lucas’ name as his orgasm crashed into him and all he could do was hold on as Lucas fucked him through it. The intense pleasure had him gasping for air, hands grasping at Lucas’ back.
Lucas caught his lips in a searing kiss, groaning into Akio’s mouth as he came, his hips jerking before stilling against him.
He clung to Lucas, pulling him as close as physically possible.
“We’re definitely gonna be late,” he said, his voice low as he tried to catch his breath.
Lucas buried his face in Akio’s neck, his breath warm against his skin as he chuckled.
∞ ∞ ∞
He smoothed down his gown for the umpteenth time, the three diamonds on his ring finger catching on the light. He couldn’t help but smile.
The proposal had been sweet and intimate. He’d said yes before Lucas could even get a word out after kneeling in front of him. Lucas’ carefree laughter had sent his heart into a frenzy, the love he felt for him only growing with each day they spent together.
It was only when that ring had slid onto his finger―a perfect fit―that the tears had come. Tears of happiness. Tears of disbelief.
Just a few months ago, he’d thought he might not get to marry Lucas. That he might not survive. And now? The happiness radiating inside him took him by surprise some days. He hadn’t dared hope he would get this. Love. The man of his dreams.
He was wringing his hands as he waited for his name to be called. To go and receive his diploma case. They’d barely made it in time, the knowing looks from their friends and family making him blush even harder than he already was.
“Akio Sato-Walsh.”
He couldn’t help his smile because he knew that soon there would be a Davis at the end of his name. He couldn’t fucking wait.
He walked onto the stage and shook a few hands and with his diploma case finally in hand, he headed back to his row of seats, a proud smile on his face.
Maggie was jumping in her seat when he reached her, and he laughed at her squeal as she threw her arms around him.
“We did it,” she gushed. “We’re fucking done.”
“We’re just getting started.”
With life. Their lives were just starting.
Maggie laughed and hugged him tighter.
Once the commencement was officially over, he went in search of his family. He knew where they were, but his heart still jumped happily when he saw them standing by a row of seats, waiting for him.
Lucas opened his arms, and Akio was crashing into him a second later, hanging on tight to the man he loved so deeply it felt as if his world was only right when he was with him.
“I’m so proud of you,” Lucas said, face buried in Akio’s hair.
The fact that he knew without a shred of doubt that Lucas meant it sent his heart soaring. When Lucas called him brave and strong, he believed him.
“I love you,” he breathed.
Lucas chuckled and pulled back, his eyes gleaming. “I love you, too.”
A second later he was inhaling blonde hair and stumbling back a step when his sister jumped into his arms. He laughed and held her tight.
He felt arms wrap around both of them and soon he found his whole family in a group hug with him and Addie in the middle. He closed his eyes, taking in the moment. Taking in the happiness and peace he felt, the guilt that had haunted him for so long barely there anymore.
Even his nightmares had become less intense over the past few months. Or, perhaps, it was simply that Lucas was there to hold him through every one of them.
Lucas was everything he’d ever wanted and so much more. Was everything always perfect? No. Did the good times outweigh the bad ones? Absolutely. Every single time.
They might have only been together for a couple of months, but he’d loved the man for four years. To outsiders it might look like they were moving fast but, in truth, he felt like he’d waited forever for Lucas.
He looked at his ring, a smile gracing his lips, and then he looked up at Lucas.
He was done waiting. Their forever was now.