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Peach doesn't know why he did it. Maybe being with Kian for this long has made him too spontaneous.
It wasn't an even impulsive decision but he realised that he hadn't exactly thought it through either. All he remembered was Kian's words.
‘everything I own has my name on it.’
So, Peach did exactly that.
Kian did own him too right?
So it was only fair.
It didn't even hurt, he'd gotten a tattoo before but he had never imagined getting a tattoo there.
Kian had been gone for a business trip when Peach got it, enough time for the tattoo to heal and for Peach to gather his own thoughts about this insane decision.
And now, two weeks had passed and Kian was coming home.
“Time to rub the genie out of the bottle I guess, Peachayarat,” the younger thought to himself.
Later that night.
Peach had done everything. Taken a shower, styled his hair even though he knew it was going to be messed up anyway and he even had on that lip gloss he knew Kian liked on him.
His stomach twisted with nervousness. He didn't know how Kian would react. Peach knew that his husband wouldn't be mad but a part of him was still scared.
Would he like it?
Should he have gotten it on a different spot?
Before he could spiral any further, he heard the door to the penthouse close and the sound of heavy shoes trudging across the wooden floors. So, with a deep breath, he made his way downstairs.
“Peach?” He heard Kian call out.
Peach could feel his heart thudding hard against his ribcage with each step he took down the stairs. The tattoo burnt against his skin under the robe, a secret he couldn't wait to uncover.
“P'Kian?” Peach said as soon as he landed downstairs.
He watched as Kian shrugged off his jacket, how his broad shoulders strained against his shirt and the way his eyes softened slightly when they landed on him. Kian took a few steps, his hands immediately finding Peach's waist as soon as they made contact, his fingers digging into Peach's skin through the fabric of his robe.
Kian's lips found his, tasting the Peach flavoured gloss before his tongue immediately slipped into Peach's mouth. It was wet, teeth clashing and their tongues caught in a heated dance that sent shivers down Peach's spine.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” Kian said, his lips still pressed against Peach's.
Peach didn't respond, still dazed from the kiss and Kian's scent. Versace eros invaded his senses, making his mind spin even further. He was so out of it that he didn't even realise he'd instantly gotten hard.
Kian groaned at the feel of Peach's cock against him, “Peachayarat, do you want me to ruin you when I just got home?”
Peach nodded before the question even registered, the thought of the tattoo or anything else temporarily forgotten.
He wanted his husband.
Wanted Kian deep inside his guts and was aching with it.
“P'Kian,” he let out, the whisper cracking with an undertone of a whine.
Kian didn't waste time, immediately wrapping Peach's thighs around his waist to carry him to the bedroom. Peach let out a moan when their cocks pressed against each other — he could feel how Kian was also hard and the feel of their cocks rubbing made him arch his back and tighten his thighs around the older man's waist.
As soon as they got to the bedroom, Kian gently threw Peach onto the mattress, his body bouncing slightly as it made contact and the robe opened, his pink cock sprung and was already leaking onto his milky thighs.
Kian's breath hitched. Peach always looked like the prettiest man alive to him but at this moment he looked like a fucking dream. He let out a groan, tearing the robe open fully before leaning down to lick the cum off his thighs.
Peach moaned at the feeling of Kian's warm tongue trailing his thighs and his cock leaked even more, his nipples perking up. His skin was burning, taking on a pink hue that made him glow under the soft lights.
“P'Kian, please,” he rasped out.
His hand reached out, tugging Kian up into another heated kiss. The weight of his husband on top of him made Peach needier, he could feel his hole twitch—fluttering for attention.
He pulled back from the kiss, lips pink and swollen, the gloss he had on earlier gone. Kian tried to kiss him again but Peach pulled at his hair lightly so their eyes could meet.
“Baby,” Peach says, his voice breathy, “listen to me, I need you inside me right now,” he said softly, doe eyes staring into Kian's.
Kian, who now looked intoxicated by Peach gave a small nod, instantly moving to remove his own clothes, uncaring of where they fell. He reached for the robe, also throwing it off the bed then settled himself between Peach's thighs, watching as Peach opened up for him.
His warm, thick hands trailed Peach's legs, rubbing and pressing at the soft skin, “Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he growled out before pushing his thighs open wider, pushing them up until they were bent against his chest.
Peach eyes shone with anticipation, excitement of finally having Kian home and inside him after two weeks swirling low in his belly. Kian let out another choked groan when his eyes landed on Peach's hole—it glistened with lube and twitching.
“You prepared yourself for me, hmm, lookpeach?” Kian said, his thumb pressing against the twitching rim.
Peach cracked out a moan, trying to press onto Kian's thumb so it slips in inside him, “Didn't want to waste time,” he whined out when he felt Kian's trace him rim instead of pressing inside him.
Kian smirked, a devastating curl of his lips and a feral glint slipped into his soft gaze, “Hmm, such a good boy. I love it when you're needy.”
Peach's eyes narrowed, that stubborn streak inside him making an appearance, “Kian, just fuck me.”
Kian let out a chuckle, he wanted to tease but his cock was painfully hard with the need to sink into Peach's tight heat. He reached for the lube, slicking his thick cock, stroking each slightly to relieve the ache and Peach tracked each movement with his eyes.
Kian watched, his eyes darkening each second Peach watched him stroke his cock. Then, he leaned down, lining himself up with the twitching rim, his cockhead slick with pre-cum and lube tracing the rim.
Peach moaned, pushing against it. Kian groaned, slowly pushing in. He watched how Peach took him, inch by thick inch until he was buried to the hilt. Peach let out a choked sob, the relief of finally having Kian inside him after two weeks washing over him.
He clenched around Kian's cock, feeling how it throbbed inside him and his eyes rolled when Kian shifted and his cock pressed against his prostate.
A thrill ran down his back, lodging itself at the bottom of his spine. His mind spun, suddenly reminded of the tattoo he had on his skin. He clenched again, the excitement of Kian seeing it finally returning.
He knew that soon Kian would see it and the thought made heat pool low in his stomach. At that moment, Kian leaned into him, his tongue tracing from the dip of his throat to his clavicle.
“What's on your mind while your husband is trying to fuck you?” He asked, his voice coming out deceivingly soft but it was followed by a fast, deep thrust.
Peach choked on a moan, his hands coming up to claw at Kian's arms. His eyes rolled and he could only babble out words as sparks exploded behind his eyes.
Kian's thrusts picked up, each one deep and fast, pushing Peach deeper into the mattress. Their chests were now pressed together, Peach's legs bent on either side of Kian as he fucked him deep and hard.
Kian's hand reached for his thigh, opening him up wider and the new angle had Peach screaming. His leaking cock was trapped between them, the double sensation had his hole fluttering with each thrust. Peach could feel his orgasm building fast, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts revolving around Kian.
Kian's cock, so good.
Kian's name on my skin, can't wait for him to finally see.
Kian,Kian,Kian.
Kian could feel Peach clenching harder around his cock and knew that his husband was close. Peach could only moan, the sounds bouncing off the walls making Kian to push in deeper.
Both their bodies were slick with sweat, the scent of sex sweet and thick in the air.
“Go on sweetheart, come for your P'Kian, give it to me,” Kian said into his ear, his teeth scraping the skin softly as his thrust slowed down but became deeper.
Peach sobbed, his thighs trembling, toes curled and his hole fluttering, “P'kian—lookpeach—c-coming,” he stuttered out.
His first orgasm of the night tore out of him, his nails biting into Kian's back leaving marks that are gonna last for days. His vision whitened and he drooled a little.
Kian didn't stop, he fucked him through it, slow but hard. He watched how Peach trembled, how his milky skin was now a deep shade of red and glowing with sweat. His cock twitched where it was buried deep inside Peach, his orgasm building. He thrusted, once, twice then came—heat spread inside Peach and he let out a whimper, hole spasming as it milked Kian's cock.
Peach let out a soft whimper as Kian kept rolling his hips softly, the slide even wetter because of his cum. He groaned, his cock still hard inside Peach before pulling out. Peach whined at the loss.
Kian flipped Peach onto his stomach, softly arching his back, ass up, as he watched his cum trail down Peach's thighs. But then, his eyes flickered and that's when he saw it.
Between the dimples on Peach's lower back, right where his back curved into his ass, was a tattoo.
Specifically a tattoo of his name.
‘Kian,’ black ink, written in script. The size of it was small but the impact of seeing it there knocked the air out of his lungs. It was right where his hands would grip while he fucked Peach.
“Holy shit,” he finally muttered out, his voice came out rough, a renewed hunger slipping into his tone as something feral settled between his ribs.
Peach stilled, the reminder of the tattoo, of why he had been so excited to have Kian inside him tonight slicing through the fog of pleasure in his mind. He glanced back over his shoulder, watching how Kian wasn't moving, how his dark gaze remained on the tattoo.
The sight alone made his hole twitch, “P'Kian,” he said, his voice hoarse, “do you like it?”
Kian's eyes didn't move from the tattoo, his thumb moved to trace over it causing a shiver to run down Peach's spine, “Peachayarat,” he said, almost like he was questioning the reality he was in.
“P'Kian, now everything you own has your name on it,” Peach said, a soft whimper breaking out as Kian pressed on the tattoo.
Kian's mind raced but not a single thought had formed. All he could see was his name on Peach's skin, how the ink was a beautiful contrast on the milky skin of his husband's back. The possession flowing through him was like fire in his veins— something primal curled itself inside him.
He lined himself up, large hands pulling Peach back onto his cock slowly.Kian's eyes which would usually be on the motion of his cock sinking into Peach's tight heat aren't there tonight.
They are on the tattoo.
“Fuck,” Kian thinks to himself. If Peach hadn't already ruined him before, he certainly has now.
Once his cock was fully inside, he held Peach there for a moment, his cock throbbing. Then, he finally spoke, “Fuck yourself on my cock, I want to watch,” he said.
The command ran through Peach, his body trembling from the roughness in Kian's voice. As much as he loved when Kian was soft, times like these, when Kian would throw all his inhibitions made him burn in the best way possible.
So Peach did, braced his elbows on the mattress and started moving, fucking himself on Kian's cock while his husband watched. His large hands just held him to keep the motion stable.
Peach cracked out moans, the new angle sparking every nerve at the feel of each vein on Kian's cock sliding inside him. His hands curled into the sheets as he bounced back on Kian's cock.
The sound of Peach's ass bouncing against Kian's pelvis sounded through the room—it was wet, mixed in with his wanton moans and the creak of the bed. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, in fucking himself on his husband's cock. He could feel Kian's gaze burning against his skin, stuck on the tattoo.
Kian was mesmerised. Usually in this position he would be watching how his cock sank in and out of Peach. Tonight, he's staring at the tattoo of his name. Watching as the letters dance and flick as Peach fucks himself on his cock.
His cock is throbbing inside Peach, his thumbs on either side of the tattoo. He remains unmoving, stilled by the fact that this is the one thing with his name no one else would ever have like this or any other way for that matter.
He watched how Peach's plush ass bounced against him, how every smack turned the cheeks pink. The way the ink moved, the letters shifting and flickering.
Kian, Kian, Kian.
It was a hypnotic dance.
Peach whined, his thighs burning from the effort and his hole clenched greedily around Kian's cock. He was so fucking turned on by the thought of Kian watching him like this but he also wanted Kian to fuck him.
“P'Kian,” he sobbed out, “please—”
Kian cut him off, “Keep going,” he said, still watching everything.
Peach's skin glistened with sweat, or was it his natural glow—Kian wasn't sure anymore.
The tattoo flickered wildly every time Peach sank back onto his cock and this was Kian's absolute undoing. His grip tightened and a growl tore out of him, like something finally settled. He yanked Peach back as he started to thrust.
His thrusts were sharp, deep and hard. Peach screamed into the pillows, nails tearing into the sheets as Kian pounded into him. The relief of Kian finally moving made his cock twitch harder, cum dripping down his thighs onto the sheets.
Kian was a beast. The primal urge to claim from earlier coming back tenfold as his gaze remained on the tattoo.
All he could think was that Peach was his.
“Mine, Mine, Mine,” he said like a mantra.
Peach, who was already wrecked, felt another orgasm build. Kian was too deep, almost like he wanted to brand Peach on the inside too. Moans of his husband's name, along with ‘please, please, please,’ and, ‘harder, harder, harder,’ spilled out of him.
Kian of course listened to his husband. One hand travelled up, pressing down between Peach's shoulder to arch him deeper into the bed while the other remained on his waist. The new angle had Peach choking out sobs, his hole clenching as Kian fucked him deeper and harder.
“Yes—nngnh—yes—” he babbled out.
“You're not good for my sanity,” Kian finally growled out, “You're absolutely fucking insane for branding yourself with my name right here.”
“O-Only for y-you—” Peach tried to speak but each word broke into a strangled moan at the force of Kian's thrusts.
“Fuck, you wanted this right? Wanted to drive me insane with the knowledge of being the only one who's gonna ever see this tattoo—I fucking love you so much,” Kian said, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.
Peach's eyes rolled, the sheets wet with tears, sweat and drool. His toes curled into the sheets and his whole body felt like it was being pulled taut, “I l-love you, t-too P'Kian.”
Kian shifted, the angle changed slightly and that was enough to finally push Peach over the edge. His orgasm crashed over him, harder than the last, hot spurts of cum spilled onto the sheets while Kian kept thrusting.
Then—after Kian's third thrust another gush came out of Peach but this time, it was wet, clear liquid that splashed against his thighs, wetting the sheets.
Peach gasped through it, this was the first time this ever happened but his mind was too hazy to focus on it. Some of it even managed to splash onto Kian's thighs. His hole clenched harder around Kian's cock, spasming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kian growled out at Peach squirting, “You're so—” he choked, his orgasm tearing out of him from how hot he found Peach right now.
He filled Peach to the brim once again, some of his come spilling out. It was obscene and filthy. His eyes flickering between the tattoo and Peach's wrecked rim. It was so hot that he kept coming, his own body trembling from overstimulation.
This was one of the best orgasms they've ever had together.
Kian finally stilled his hips, collapsing over Peach but making sure he didn't crush his husband. Kian's tongue trailed down Peach's spine, causing him to whine. His mouth finally found the tattoo, he licked over it, biting the skin gently before placing a soft kiss to the skin.
“You're so perfect and all mine,” he whispered softly but enough for Peach to hear.
Peach remained boneless under him, completely blissed out but managed to let out a shaky laugh, “Mm, all yours my Kian, all yours.”