A second finger joined the first. The stretch intensified, and somewhere in my chest, something cracked open. Fear and shame and years of denial, all flooding to the surface.
You think a man lets another man do this to him? You think this is what I raised?
"I hear him," I gasped. "My father. I hear him."
Kai stilled. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." The word came out fierce. "No. Keep going. I won't let him win. Never again."
His free hand found mine, squeezed tight. "Look at me, Axel. Don't close your eyes—look at me."
I looked. Dark eyes, warm and steady. The face of the man I loved. The man who'd seen every broken piece of me and stayed anyway.
"It's just us," Kai said. "Just you and me. Whatever he said, whatever he made you believe—it's not true. You're not wrong. You're not disgusting. You're the man I love, and I've never wanted anyone more."
A third finger. The stretch burned, but underneath—underneath there was something else. Pleasure, building slow and electric.
"There," I managed. "Right there?—"
He curled his fingers, found the spot that made my vision white out. I heard myself moan—a sound I'd never made, raw and desperate.
"Good?" he asked.
"Good. More. Please?—"
He worked that spot until I was shaking, until I was begging, until my father's voice had faded to nothing but static. And then—silence. The voice was gone. Just gone.
And in its place waswant.
I looked at Kai—really looked at him. The lean muscle of his arms as he worked me open. The flush spreading down his chest. His cock, hard and leaking, jutting toward me. He was beautiful. He wasmine. And I wanted him inside me so badly I could barely breathe.
"Now," I demanded. "I need you now."
He withdrew his fingers, and I felt the loss like an ache. Watched him slick his cock with trembling hands. Watched him position himself between my spread thighs.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded. I didn't trust my voice.
The first press of him was overwhelming. Too much, too big, my body screaming to pull away. I grabbed his shoulders, anchored myself.
"Breathe," Kai said. "Push out. Let me in."
I breathed. He pressed forward, inch by impossible inch. And then he was inside me.
I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. The fullness was absolute—not just physical, but something deeper. Like he'd found a hollow place in my chest I hadn't known existed and filled it.
"Axel?" His voice was strained, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding still. "Talk to me."
"I'm—" The word cracked. "I'm okay. It's a lot. But I'm okay."
"Should I move?"
"Not yet. Just—stay. Let me feel you."
He stayed. Held himself perfectly still while I adjusted, while my body stopped fighting and started accepting. The pain faded. What replaced it was pressure, fullness, and a growing heat that radiated from somewhere deep. Then he shifted—just slightly—and brushed against that spot inside me.
"Oh fuck," I breathed.
