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As he stands in front of the window, looking out at the dark sea, Tutor revisits the events of the day. He remembers the rush of surprise and warmth he had felt the moment Fighter had walked into his room that morning, the soft sand under his feet as they walked hand in hand on the shore, the taste of the food and wine they had had for dinner with their friends, laughing and teasing each other like in the ending scene of a movie. His heart feels so full and light, finally free of all the worries and fears that had been suffocating him in the past few days.

It all seems too good to be true, Fighter’s father finally coming around and allowing them to be together, the nice weather and delightful company as the perfect backdrop for their happy ending. It makes his head float and spin because this sort of stuff doesn’t just happen to him. Nothing good in his life has come free so far, and Tutor feels like he’s on the edge of a cliff, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. So much happiness scares him and his knees tremble for a second.

Now that things are okay between them again, and they’ve exchanged apologies and promises, there are no obstacles ahead of them. Fighter had talked about forever earlier, and there’s nothing Tutor would want more for them than that. Forever.

The moon is full and bright, and it reminds Tutor of the countless nights he has spent looking up at it, as a child on his mother’s lap, as a kid trying to learn each and every constellation, as a teenager daydreaming of his first love, and now, as a young adult wondering if he deserves all of this. He conjures up the image of Fighter staring up at him after dinner, the pure love and adoration making his eyes shine with unshed tears, and he can’t help but doubt. He doubts he has suffered enough in his life to deserve that kind of love from that kind of person. 

All of a sudden, warm hands are on his shoulders and he is brought back to reality. He feels like he was just caught doing something he shouldn’t have, and he can hear Fighter’s voice in his head shushing him for ever feeling unworthy of him. He spins around trying to shake off the last few tendrils of anxiety that had been wrapping themselves around his heart, and he faces Fighter.

His boyfriend , because there’s no denying it now that they have gone through hell to be together, is looking at him with a look that Tutor has become very familiar with. Fighter’s eyes have always been so easy to read for him. He can spot the want and desire in them, barely controlled and overlaid by the need of permission . Fighter is hesitant as he approaches, making sure Tutor has the time to move away or stop him if he needs to, but the moment he doesn’t pull away he’s pushing him against the glass and pressing closer.

Tutor lets him do his thing, taking a moment to consider the situation and decide how to react. He could allow Fighter to take the lead, and he’s sure it would be a great night for the both of them. But there’s an itch under his skin, a desire to claim and seal their union forever. The thought of infinity has brought new fears in him, and Tutor needs to exorcise them before they start growing inside him. He can sense it in Fighter’s behavior as well, how important this moment is for the both of them. 

My dad’s hand was pretty heavy, though.

Fighter’s words echo in his head and Tutor has to force himself not to cringe at the memory. Instead of protecting him, by hiding the truth Tutor had managed to make them both suffer even more. In retrospect, it had been a big mistake. He needs to make it right, to show Fighter just how much he has missed him and prove to him that from now on he’s going to take care of him.

He avoids Fighter’s lips and smiles up at him, finally set on his next move. 

The past months spent dancing around each other have taught Tutor a few things. He knows that Fighter feels safer and more at ease when he’s in control, but the deepest part of him craves to let go. Every time Tutor touches him, he detects the initial resistance, and then Fighter’s walls crumble and give way and he’s all pliant and needy underneath him. They’ve never gone further than making out in that position, but Tutor has a suspicion that they both want more. 

“You like it like this, huh?” he teases.

Fighter doesn’t answer him, too busy staring at his lips as he breathes heavily. Tutor doesn’t want to rush into it yet, he wants Fighter to come to him willingly. He’s luring him into his trap, using his lower register and seductive gaze to get his boyfriend to follow him obediently. His spell works effortlessly the moment he pushes off of the window to go lie down on the bed and Fighter never breaks eye contact, staring at him with a mesmerized expression. Tutor feels so wanted and loved, and all he can focus on is making Fighter feel the same way.

An unspoken agreement lingers between them, and Tutor knows that Fighter would let him do whatever he wants to him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, just looking, waiting for permission to move closer and touch. Such a good boy , Tutor thinks.

“You like this, don’t you?” he repeats.

He doesn’t expect a verbal answer from Fighter. They both understand it’s meant as an invitation and a challenge. Tutor is asking him to show him his loyalty and worship. After his words, Fighter leans down and slowly begins nuzzling into Tutor’s stomach and chest. He doesn’t touch him with his hands, doesn’t dare lift his shirt to seek skin on skin contact. Tutor watches him carefully, proud and impressed by how easy getting into Fighter’s mind was. He hasn’t given him any order or rule, but Fighter is being so patient and respectful, looking up at him for confirmation and directions.

When Fighter finally reaches his neck and face, Tutor avoids his lips once again. He can feel Fighter’s body against his, solid and tense, and he has to stop himself from giving in and just smashing their mouths together.

“Can I take back what’s mine?”, Fighter asks in a low tone, and then they’re finally kissing.

Tutor allows their lips to move against each other for just a moment, before using his hand around Fighter’s neck to pull him off. The kiss had tasted like the red wine they had been drinking, just as warm and intoxicating. Tutor almost gives up on his plans then, ready to settle back into their usual dynamic, but Fighter’s tongue against his neck brings him back. He needs to stay focused on his task. He needs to see Fighter underneath him, squirming and begging for more. He needs to hear him moan his name, he needs him to feel loved and protected and cared for like never before. He’s doing this for Fighter.

They kiss a few more times, neither of them deepening it, as a tacit agreement between them that this is nothing but a tasty appetizer. Fighter is looking at him now, waiting for his next move with anticipation. Tutor feels it in the way his back muscles contract under his touch and his eyes don’t leave Tutor’s lips. 

“P’ Fight,” he starts. 

He keeps his voice low and soft, hiding his true intentions. He wants to catch Fighter by surprise, he wants it to feel like an unexpected present. He hopes that the suddenness of his next moves will prevent Fighter from overthinking too much. Tutor feels him shake on top of him, clearly struggling to hold himself up and restrain his instincts. He deserves a reward.

“If you want to take back what is yours… then may I show you my ownership?” Let me claim you , he doesn’t say. Let me mark you up, let me inside you.  

Fighter doesn’t reply, too busy processing his words. He looks a little bit lost, but completely trusting. Tutor looks for any trace of doubt or fear in his eyes, and when he finds none he flips them over. One of his legs ends up trapped between Fighter’s thighs, and Tutor is thankful for that placement because the hard length pressing against him reassures him that Fighter is very much on board with the way things are going.

The sudden movement seems to have cleared Fighter’s head a little, because he pulls himself up on his elbows and finally speaks.

“Okay, Tor.”

“Okay, P’.”

The verbal agreement was reassuring, but Tutor needs to be 100% positive that Fighter understands what he just said yes to. He forcefully pushes him down onto the mattress, and Fighter’s only reaction is his smile growing wider.

Fighter’s eyes flutter shut as his mouth falls open, waiting for a kiss. Tutor smirks as he leans down and goes for his earlobe instead. He’s trying his best not to provide Fighter with any stimulation other than his mouth, keeping his body up and his hands on either side of Fighter’s head. After months of being teased, he’s ready to give Fighter a taste of his own medicine. The second his lips attach themselves to Fighter’s neck, his boyfriend begins moaning loudly in his ear. It’s fascinating how quick his reaction is, like flipping a switch. The Fighter that had pressed him against the window a few minutes before is completely gone, replaced by a gasping writhing mess underneath Tutor.

Fighter’s hands move on his waist and back, trying to find purchase as Tutor sucks on his adam’s apple. He doesn’t know where his fascination with it comes from, but every time he kisses it he feels like he’s claiming Fighter as his. It’s a clear sign of surrender from Fighter, letting another man kiss and lick and suck at such a prominently manly part of his body. Tutor wants to reward him for it, so he moves lower and starts trailing kisses down Fighter’s chest. Fighter’s hips start grinding upwards, looking desperately for friction and finding none because Tutor has other plans.

Having a boyfriend who hates buttoning his shirts can be frustrating at times, but it proves very useful in the bedroom. There’s only a few more buttons to undo before Fighter’s shirt slips off of his shoulder and Tutor tosses it aside. Fighter is so good throughout it, holding still while Tutor works it open and shrugging it off as soon as he can. His head follows the shirt as it gets thrown on the floor, and the moment he looks back up Tutor is once again overwhelmed by his feelings. 

His heart is beating in his chest as he watches the love and lust displayed in Fighter’s eyes, and he stops for a moment to acknowledge how complete he feels right now. He knows that the man under him will never hurt him again, he’ll fight for their happiness, and he’ll stay at his side for the rest of their lives. He feels invincible, and for once he lets himself believe that the worst has passed. He dares to dream of a future where they get to wake up in each other’s arms every morning, where they can walk hand in hand on many other shores, a kind and warm future.

His hand strokes Fighter’s jaw and he finally leans down for a kiss, this time much slower and deeper than the others. While Fighter is distracted by the other’s tongue in his mouth, Tutor pushes him back down, this time dropping his entire weight down onto him. The full body contact makes both of them moan into the kiss, and Tutor feels him grow even harder through his pants.

He moves back up, away from Fighter’s body but still straddling his waist, a grounding weight that keeps them connected as he takes off his shirt as well. Tutor puts on a bit of a show, never breaking eye contact with Fighter and flexing his muscles as the cold air hits his naked skin. Fighter is looking at him with devotion and amazement, and Tutor has never felt sexier. No one else before Fighter had managed to make him so confident in his own appearance. Picturing himself like this, leading the act and having someone wrapped around his finger, had been nothing but a far away fantasy until Fighter. When they’re together, Tutor feels powerful and strong and unstoppable, and it’s all because of the way Fighter looks at him. He doesn’t need words to encourage him or compliment him, the way Fighter’s fingers shake as he gently wraps them around his hips are a clear indication of everything that’s going on through his brain.

Fighter sits back up, holding onto Tutor for dear life, and starts mouthing along the soft lines of Tutor’s abs. Tutor feels his tongue trace every inch of skin, reverently and thoroughly, and he closes his eyes for a second to impress the memory in his mind. His hands start running through Fighter’s hair, soothing and encouraging his boyfriend, letting him know that he’s doing so well. When his kisses reach the height of the name tag dangling from Tutor’s necklace, Fighter doesn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth and look up proudly. Tutor is reminded of a puppy bringing back a toy to his owner, and he smiles down at him. They’re both showing their ownership. They belong to each other, forever, and that metal tag is the symbol of their promise. It’s around Tutor’s neck and it has Fighter’s name on it, but Fighter means it as an adjective for Tutor. While he’s holding it between his lips, he’s not tracing his own name with his tongue, he’s tracing Tutor’s. 

Tutor grabs his chin to tilt his head upwards, and then he’s taking the tag from Fighter’s mouth to his. He wants Fighter to understand that he feels the same way, that the love and respect and admiration that he is expressing through his actions and reactions are mutual. He looks into Fighter’s eyes and he finds them glassy and unfocused, pupils blown and dark. No matter how needy and desperate he is, he’s still waiting for Tutor to lead them further. 

Tutor dangles the metal tag from his lips, teasing Fighter to come and get it back. Their mouths meet again, and the cool metal piece travels between them countless times. The contrast of Fighter’s warm and soft tongue mixed with the cold and hard object makes Tutor dizzy. The fact that it’s not just a random piece of jewelry that they’re holding in their mouths, it’s the token of their allegiance to each other, drives him even wilder.

Fighter is completely pliant under his hands now, letting Tutor explore his mouth with his tongue while moaning softly. Tutor’s dick is starting to ache in his pants as well, and he lets the necklace fall from his mouth. They both still for a moment, staring at each other while panting, and Tutor steadies himself, taking notice of everything that’s currently going through his mind. His lips feel hot and swollen, just the way Fighter’s look right now. The metal tag rests against his chest, slightly wet with their spit, and Tutor never wants to take it off again. The trail of kisses and licks Fighter left on his abdomen causes a shiver to run through his body, making him aware of just how affected and turned on their little foreplay has gotten him. Fighter’s hands are cupping his hips, needing to feel his solid body underneath his fingers, holding on for fear of losing him again. 

I’m not going to leave you again, P’ . 

The remorse and guilt that he had been feeling after pushing Fighter away without an explanation are the moving force behind his actions. Tutor wants Fighter to feel his promise with his entire body. Words can only do so much. As he looks down at Fighter, he can’t help but appreciate his disheveled appearance. His usually pale skin is flushed pink, his hair is tousled from Tutor’s hands earlier, and he looks on the verge of breaking down and begging. 

He starts undoing Fighter’s pants, never breaking eye contact with him, and once again Fighter only moves once he’s done to help him slip them off of him together with his underwear. His cock springs up, hard and leaking, and Tutor has to hold back a moan at the sight. He is determined to hear Fighter beg for him to touch him, so he ignores it for now. When he gets up from the bed to remove his shorts and underwear as well, Fighter whines. It won’t be that hard.

They’ve been mostly silent so far, save for the occasional moan or gasp, but now Tutor needs Fighter to talk to him. He thinks back on their first time, how Fighter had been so careful and attentive with him, making sure that Tutor wanted to continue despite the initial discomfort, asking him what position felt the best, more than eager to please and pleasure him. Tutor wants to offer the same level of care and communication to him, with his own personal edge.

He had spotted lube and condoms in Fighter’s luggage earlier when they had unpacked, so he retrieves them and moves back to the bed. Fighter has dropped back down onto the bed and follows his movements with his eyes. He’s breathing heavily and Tutor licks his lips. He can’t wait to take him apart slowly and watch him come undone underneath him. 

“P’ Fight…” he says in a low tone. He doesn’t want to break the mood by talking, but he needs to hear one final confirmation.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks. 

Fighter looks so gone already. As Tutor climbs back on the bed and hovers above him once more, Fighter reaches out to wrap his arms around him, but he stops inches away, unsure.

“You can touch me, P’. Go on,” he tells him with a smile. He shouldn’t find it so cute, the way Fighter seems ashamed but also turned on by having to ask for permission. Tutor erases the hint of shame from his boyfriend’s face with a kiss, trying to make it as sweet and reassuring as possible. It’s new territory for the both of them, and it’s clear that Tutor is the one holding the power right now, but he doesn’t want to make it too overwhelming on Fighter. Not yet, at least. They have all the time to test their boundaries as a couple. They have forever .

It feels appropriate to mark their new beginning, the second and hopefully final start of their relationship with something like this. No more hiding the truth for some greater good. Fighter had asked him to take every decision about them together from now on, and Tutor will honor that. He breaks the kiss after nibbling lightly on Fighter’s bottom lip, and then he hums a reminder to answer his question.

“I’m sure, Tor. I need you,” Fighter whispers. His voice sounds just as wrecked as he looks, and Tutor feels his heart swell with desire. He runs his hands along Fighter’s sides, earning a few shivers, and when he reaches his legs he spreads them open and positions himself between them. 

He wants to burn the image Fighter provides him in his brain permanently. He’s letting Tutor move him around, he’s going to let him touch every single part of his body, he has surrendered himself completely to him. 

He’s mine , a voice in his head growls. Only mine .

His hands push Fighter’s hips down forcefully, making sure that he won’t be able to squirm around too much, and then he’s moving his mouth along Fighter’s inner thigh. His skin is white and warm and so tense, a result of all the pent up arousal flowing through him at the moment. Tutor starts slowly, with licks and kisses that cause Fighter to let out a string of barely stifled moans. When Fighter seems to have gotten used to the feeling, Tutor switches to the other leg, and then he sinks his teeth into it. This time Fighter can’t stop the loud whine that escapes his lips. Tutor is familiar with the sting, the mix of pain and pleasure that comes with it, and he’s more than happy to provide more. Fighter’s hands have moved to his shoulders, gripping tightly for purchase, but Tutor notices that he’s not pushing him off or pulling him closer. Fighter is just craving for another point of connection between their bodies.

Once Tutor is satisfied with the purple marks on the inside of his boyfriend’s legs, he moves back up, kissing Fighter’s neck once more, resisting the urge to leave matching marks on there as well. He knows that they’ll get endlessly teased by their friends if Fighter shows up the next morning looking like he was mauled by a dog, and the beach isn’t the best place to wear turtlenecks and scarves. He’s not even sure Fighter owns any. 

Instead of using his teeth and sucking, he opts for applying more pressure as he presses closed mouthed kisses around Fighter’s adam’s apple. It’s not the first time he’s thought about Fighter’s neck like this, and more than once he has found himself wrapping his hand around it, gently squeezing to test the waters. It’s never been anything more than light teasing, but Fighter has always reacted so beautifully to it. He decides that it’s something that he’ll have to explore in the future, but it might be too much for Fighter’s first time bottoming.

Fighter’s moans have gotten louder and more frequent, and Tutor realizes that their dicks have been grinding against each other. He moves so that Fighter won’t be able to get as much friction, and he kisses him one last time before reaching out for the bottle of lube. He doesn’t break eye contact with Fighter as he opens it and pours a good amount of it in his hand. Fighter doesn’t look scared at all. He looks ready and more than willing. Tutor is once more hit by how much his boyfriend trusts him despite everything, how he has lowered all of his walls and is now laying naked underneath him, asking for permission before doing anything.

“You’re being so good for me, P’,” he has to say. He can’t hold back the compliment, and he knows that his words will only have the effect of making Fighter even more submissive, even more eager to follow his commands and make him proud. 

He is right, because Fighter whines and spreads his legs even wider, preparing himself for what’s to come. Tutor strokes the constellation of bruises and hickeys he has just left there, as he guides his lubed fingers towards Fighter’s entrance.

“Ready?” he asks. It’s a rhetorical question, meant more as a warning than anything else. Fighter nods, too overwhelmed to speak. He circles Fighter’s rim with one finger, feeling the muscle tense up under his touch. He uses his other hand to dig into the purple spots on Fighter’s thigh to distract him as he finally pushes in. 

“P’ Fight?” he murmurs. He’s calling his name first to make sure that he’s actually listening to him before saying more words. Fighter has his eyes closed and doesn’t open them, but hums affirmatively.

“I want you to stop me if it gets too much, okay?” He formulates it as a request because he’s worried Fighter will disregard his own comfort to please him unless it comes in direct conflict with Tutor’s orders. He moves his finger slowly inside Fighter, pushing against his walls and watching out for any sign of discomfort.

“Answer with words, please,” he adds after a few seconds of Fighter not speaking.

“Okay, Tor,” he replies right away. Tutor rewards him by leaning down and placing a quick kiss on his lips.

Before adding a second finger, he moves to Fighter’s nipples, taking one bud in his mouth and sucking on it. Tutor slips the other digit in while Fighter is in the middle of a moan which immediately turns into a gasp. 

Tutor moves to the other nipple, trying to distract Fighter while he curls his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. Fighter is still so tense, but he’s opening his legs wider and pushing back against Tutor’s hand, silently asking for more. Tutor hadn’t thought he’d have such a hard time controlling himself, but Fighter had been exceptionally good so far and it had affected him a lot . His own dick is aching between his legs, and he can’t wait to be inside Fighter, but he has to be a little more patient.

“You’re doing so well for me, P’,” he moans as he feels Fighter squeeze against him after a particularly sharp movement of his fingers. His grasp on Tutor’s shoulders gets increasingly tighter, but Tutor lets him continue to hold on. He knows he needs it. He’s determined to find Fighter’s prostate before adding a third finger, and he knows he has reached when Fighter’s back arches off of the mattress and he moans his name.

The sound is music to Tutor’s ears, and it fuels the fire burning hot in the pit of his stomach. He picks up the pace, quickly thrusting his fingers in and out, focusing on the angle of his wrist to hit that spot every time. Tutor loves being good at things, and when he’s learning a new skill he’ll dedicate himself fully to it until he’s an expert. He wants to learn every single reaction of Fighter’s body to his touch, he wants to be able to make him come undone with just a few strokes of his hands, he wants to know every single spot that will make Fighter moan his name when he bites down on it.

His boyfriend has thrown one of his arms over his face, trying to hide himself and stifle his moans at the same time. His legs are shaking on Tutor’s sides and he chases Tutor’s fingers every time they pull out of him. He looks divine.

“You’re so pretty like this, P’ Fight,” he mutters. 

“Tor… please…” Fighter babbles.

Tutor smirks once more. That’s the signal he was waiting for. He slows down his movement and finally adds a third finger. He decides that he misses Fighter’s lips against his, so he grabs the arm covering his face and moves it away, pinning it down by the wrist. Their kiss is messier now, and Tutor allows Fighter to slip his tongue inside his mouth. He’s not focusing on the kiss as much as he is on the hand currently moving against Fighter’s entrance, so he lets Fighter take the lead there. 

It’s more difficult to be accurate with three fingers, and the stretch is harder to ignore. Tutor feels it in the way Fighter has to catch his breath more often and his legs have fallen down on either side of his body. He releases his hold on his wrist and uses his free hand to stroke Fighter’s cheeks, then his neck and ears, then lower to his shoulders and nipples. He knows his boyfriend’s chest is sensitive and he knows Fighter will have to relax some more before he’s ready to take more.

His touch has the desired effect, because Fighter’s body melts against it and slumps against the bed. The more Tutor grazes his fingertips against him, the more the tension seems to seep away from Fighter. He presses harder against his skin, letting his fingernails dig red marks as they trace the outline of Fighter’s pecs. He’s mesmerized by the crimson line he has left, directly above where Fighter’s heart is thrumming in his chest.

“P’ Fight, your heart is beating so fast…” he mirrors the same words Fighter has said to him a few times, acknowledging the strange fixation that his boyfriend seems to have for their heartbeats. It’s cute and romantic, but it doesn’t feel out of place now. 

When his knuckles stop catching on Fighter’s rim and his walls aren’t contracting against the intrusion anymore, Tutor pulls them out and wraps his hand around Fighter’s dick, stroking a couple of times to bring him back to full hardness.

“Tor…” he hears Fighter moan. 

“You’ve been so good, P’, you did so well for me,” he whispers in his ear.

“Just for you, Tor.”

The words go straight to Tutor’s cock, and he hastily grabs a condom from the box. As he opens it and rolls it on himself, he examines the state Fighter is in.

“You’re not going to come until I say so, okay, P’?” he asks. He feels a bit cruel saying it, but he wants to keep him on edge as much as possible, testing his limits and self control. He won’t be upset if Fighter can’t hold back, but he’s curious of his reaction if he accidentally disobeys. They haven’t discussed boundaries yet, and Tutor doesn’t want to talk about punishments until they have a serious talk on the topic. 

“Okay, Tor, just… please… I need it,” Fighter stammers.

Tutor has mercy on him and finally lines himself up against Fighter’s hole. He grabs Fighter’s legs and wraps them around his waist, knowing full well that if he does a good job Fighter won’t be able to keep them up the entire time. The position provides a good angle for him to start pressing inside. 

He has to bite on his lip to stop himself from cursing at the tightness and heat around his dick. Fighter feels incredible, looks incredible, sounds incredible, and it’s all for Tutor.

“You’re mine, P’”, he growls as he bottoms out, feeling Fighter’s ass against his hips.

Fighter is struggling to breathe, hands gripping the sheets underneath him as his legs shake violently around Tutor.

“Yours,” he still manages to whisper.

“Can I move, baby?” 

The term of endearment flows easy from his lips, and Tutor doesn’t have time to overthink it because Fighter reacts to it by tearing up. His eyes get all watery and the smile he gives Tutor is worth all the months, the years, of conflict and uncertainty and arguments and hopes and pain. Fighter gives him the faintest nod, and as he blinks a few tears starts falling on his cheeks.

Tutor moves as slowly as he can, pulling out until just the tip of dick stays inside. He leans down to press his forehead against Fighter’s, letting their noses touch, and smiles back at him.

“I love you so much, P’ Fight,” he whispers against his lips, before slamming back into him. Fighter thrashes underneath him, pinned between Tutor’s body and the sheets.

He establishes a good rhythm, deep enough but not too slow, still pressed against Fighter. Their bodies fit perfectly against each other, and the thought threatens to push him off the edge way too early. He distracts himself by pressing small kisses wherever he can reach, tasting Fighter’s slightly salty skin from the ocean breeze. 

Fighter has started chanting his name, mixing it with a string of moans and gasps and other noises that spur Tutor on. He’s reaching out for Tutor now, looking for his grounding presence to try and hold off on coming for a little longer.

Tutor decides that he really wants to feel Fighter orgasm around his cock, and he wants to make him come before actually giving him permission. He’ll have to reassure him that it’s okay afterwards, soothe him and tell him he did a good job, but right now he craves the feeling of tight walls growing spasming impossibly tighter around him.

He grabs Fighter’s wrists with one hand and pins them over his head, while his other hand wraps itself around Fighter’s throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but he lets Fighter feel the weight of it against his windpipe. 

He’s sure he could easily get Fighter to come if he just stroked his dick a few times, but Tutor decides to challenge himself and make him orgasm on his cock inside him alone. He focuses on making his thrusts as quick and accurate as possible. He stares into Fighter’s eyes as he fucks into him, rough and unrelenting, and he’s surprised to see even more tears there. 

“You’re perfect, baby, you feel so good,” he gasps. He’s been so focused on Fighter’s pleasure, on making it good and unforgettable, that he hasn’t realized how close he is as well. He smashes their lips together once more, this time a complete mess of spit and teeth and hard breathing. 

“Yours,” Fighter moans again between thrusts. Tutor’s rhythm is starting to falter, and he’s really impressed by his boyfriend’s self control. He’s trying so hard not to come until he’s allowed to, it’s truly admirable.

“And I’m yours, P’ Fight,” he whispers directly in his ear before a particularly violent push. The noise of his hips slamming against Fighter’s ass and the lube squelching loudly have been turning him on the entire time, and he is so ready to come.

Fighter’s legs finally give up and fall stiffly back on the bed, and Tutor feels his muscles tense up. It’s time. He places one last kiss directly above Fighter’s heart, where the red mark of his nails stands out against his white skin.

“Yours forever,” he tells Fighter.

That’s all it takes for Fighter to lose control and release, his cock spurting ropes of cum between them. He comes with a sob, eyes shut tight and back arching off the bed, clenching uncontrollably on Tutor’s dick. That’s the exact feeling that Tutor was looking for, and it’s much better than he could have ever imagined. He comes as well, filling the condom while buried inside Fighter. The white-hot pleasure courses through him, stronger than he’s ever felt before.

He crashes on top of him, releasing the hold on his wrists and throat while catching his breath. He immediately seeks Fighter’s eyes, trying to reassure him and make sure he’s not freaking out as he regains his strength. 

“You did so good baby, you were amazing,” he tells Fighter. He kisses him on the lips, on the nose, on the forehead, and then again on the lips. He pulls back to look at his face as he smiles warmly at him.

Fighter’s eyes are still a bit watery, and Tutor can see a little cut on his bottom lip that wasn’t there before. He pushes up on his forearms and pulls out of Fighter, not breaking eye contact as he slips out of him. He drops a few more kisses on his temples, neck and lips again, stroking Fighter’s cheek as he does so.

“Thank you,” Fighter murmurs.

Tutor is so in love with him. Fighter gives him the best orgasm of his life, and thanks Tutor afterwards? It should be the opposite.

“Thank you , P’,” he replies, “for letting me take care of you. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Fighter shakes his head with a smile, resting his hands around Tutor’s waist once again. Now that they’ve both come, the power has shifted. They’re equals once again, and Fighter knows that his boyfriend won’t be mad at him if he touches without asking for permission first. Tutor smiles back warmly as he blindly reaches for some tissues to clean themselves up and discard the used condom.

“We’re going to take a bath, and then I can hold you until you fall asleep, okay?” he tells Fighter. He hopes they can manage to stay awake in the bathtub long enough to actually get cleaned up.

“Okay, Tor. I love you,” Fighter says, stroking Tutor’s hips gently.

“I love you too, P’.”

Forever.

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Tutor wakes up first. The sunlight coming from the big windows and the warmth of the body next to him immediately bring a smile to his face. He blinks awake slowly, becoming aware of a few sore muscles and the sweaty palm that he’s currently holding with his right hand. He’s impressed that Fighter has managed to keep still all night, considering how restless of a sleeper he usually is. Tutor’s smile gets even wider when looking at him. He must have tired him out well enough last night.

He props himself up to take a closer look at his boyfriend’s sleeping face, letting go of his hand to gently stroke his cheeks and neck. He knows that will get Fighter to wake up, but he’d rather do it himself than wait for Zon and Saifah to barge in and drag them out to some adventure. His eyes fall on Fighter’s chest, noticing the red scratch mark his fingernails had left earlier. He can’t wait to see how pretty Fighter’s thighs look all bruised in the morning light.

He settles down once again, enjoying the last few moments to himself. He rests a hand on Fighter’s chest, right above his heart, feeling it trum under his fingertips. Fighter’s pulse is always so loud and quick when they’re together, but right now it’s quiet and relaxed, mirroring Fighter’s peaceful expression.

As he looks out the window once again, he feels the other shift in their bed and he knows he’s awake now. Fighter is always extremely cuddly and affectionate in the morning, Tutor has come to find out, and the first thing he does after opening his eyes is taking Tutor’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips, depositing a soft kiss on his skin. 

Fighter looks up at him with a warm loving smile, and then he shifts closer and wraps himself against Tutor’s side, letting his head fall on his chest and sighing contentedly. Tutor wishes every morning from now on could be like this, with Fighter clinging to him like the cute koala bear he is, with no worries or tasks in mind. He traces random patterns on Fighter’s back, feeling his heart swell and threaten to explode with happiness.

Forever.

All of his past actions make no sense to him anymore. He doesn’t want to let go of Fighter ever again. He’s not going to give up on them ever again. He’s willing to fight and suffer to keep this. 

“I missed this, didn’t you?” Fighter asks him.

He missed it so much. Being away from Fighter had physically hurt. Restraining himself from reaching out to him had been one of the hardest things in Tutor’s life. Going for days without hearing from him, without seeing him, without being able to touch him, had been pure torture. 

He hums in response, too overwhelmed to properly reply. Fighter shifts even closer to him and reaches out for the name tag resting on his chest. They both smile, remembering the events of the night before and what that pendant now means to them. They belong to each other, not as two objects but as two souls. The chemistry and attraction had been there since day one, and after countless issues and misunderstanding they were finally in each other’s arms, with no plans of letting go. 

Fighter drops the name tag and leaves a kiss next to it, before dragging both of them up to a sitting position. Tutor is reminded once again of how he had thought this trip would go, third wheeling after Saifah and Zon, trying to forget Fighter forever. He is so happy his boyfriend fought for them.

“Thank you, P’ Fight, for coming here to me,” he tells him. “If you hadn’t come, I would have been so lonely.”

They both know it’s not just about loneliness. If you hadn’t come, I would have given up. I would have ruined us. Fighter is kind enough not to mention it, opting to close his eyes and lean in, silently asking for a kiss. Tutor is more than happy to oblige, morning breath be damned. It’s just a quick peck at first, but then Fighter grabs the back of his neck and parts his lips, and Tutor follows his lead, deepening the kiss and swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. 

The sound of the door opening and Saifah’s surprised voice interrupt them. They pull away reluctantly, both a little startled. Zon is panicking, coming up with his usual novel retort. Tutor is too stunned to make fun of him for it, so he just waits for his friend to calm down and finally tell them the reason behind their presence there.

Saifah and Zon are actually excited to be at the beach with their friends, and they would like to go take a walk together. Tutor would much rather stay in bed as well, and he is pretty sure that Fighter is on the same page from the uninterested expression on his face. After all, the two of them had just come back from another beach trip. 

He asks Fighter if he wants to go and as expected his boyfriend shakes his head no. Tutor decides on the spot that the two of them are going, just because it gives him an excuse to use his cute begging powers to get Fighter to say yes. It doesn’t take much, just a bit of pouting and his whiny tone he had perfected in his childhood to win arguments against his sister. When Fighter caves in, Tutor rewards him with a smile and a compliment, knowing that it will immediately heal his bruised ego.

Their friends finally agree, Saifah stopping awkwardly to give Tutor a smug thumbs up before being dragged away by Zon. Seeing them leave without locking the door causes Tutor to have an epiphany.

“So this means we didn’t lock the door all night!” he tells Fighter, expecting a surprised reaction.

His asshole boyfriend just shrugs at him with a smile.

“I don’t see any problems,” Fighter has the nerve to tell him.

Tutor smacks his chest, right on the red line left by his nails.

“Why didn’t you lock the door?” he asks him. He’s more worried about their luggage and possessions than anything, but he wants to hear what Fighter has to say.

“Why? Are you shy?” 

Fighter keeps teasing him about being shy, and Tutor has no idea where he got that idea from. Surely not from that time Tutor had slipped his hand down Fighter’s pants in a semi public sauna with glass walls. Nor that time, a few hours later, when Tutor had let him fuck him on the pool deck, where everyone could see. It might be a tendency worth exploring, he decides.

“Why didn’t you lock the door?” 

He means it as a teasing question, but there is some curiosity behind it. Does Fighter like knowing that someone might see them while they’re having sex? Does he want to be watched? 

They start playfully wrestling each other and in a matter of seconds they’re laying down on the bed again. Tutor tries to get an answer again, towering over Fighter while they catch their breath. Fighter evades his question again, grinning up at him before pinching his nipple. Tutor yelps in surprise and Fighter takes advantage of it to roll them over again, but instead of stopping at the edge of the bed he drops down, dragging both of them and a few pillows on the floor.

Tutor lands on top of him, giggling while trying to scold him. Fighter looks breathtaking like this, all soft smiles and warm skin, with the bright morning light making his eyes sparkle. His hands start tracing the shape of Fighter’s body underneath his, and Tutor doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend seems to shiver under his touch. 

“The door is still unlocked,” Fighter whispers, starting to sound a bit worked up.

“I don’t care,” Tutor tells him.

He’s testing the waters, and when Fighter only responds by moaning softly, a wicked idea crosses his mind. 

“I’d say we have 15 minutes before they come back to look for us,” he says.

Fighter gulps underneath him. He’s not moving a muscle, already giving up all control to Tutor. 

“Think you can make me come before that?” he murmurs in Fighter’s ear.

Fighter nods vigorously, and then their mouths are clashing in a passionate kiss, full of tongue and bites. 

Tutor knows exactly what he wants as he flips them once again, landing on top of a pillow. His hands around Fighter’s neck and shoulders guide him down, and Fighter immediately gets the hint. He nuzzles Tutor’s stomach as he drops lower, and Tutor is once again hit by how affectionate and hot that is. Fighter seems to enjoy hovering above Tutor’s body with his lips, making his boyfriend feel his presence without actually touching. It’s not meant as teasing, but as a show of respect. There’s a tacit request for permission there, and Tutor moves his hands to Fighter’s head to grant it. 

He’s been hard in his boxers since they started rolling around in bed, and the sight of Fighter underneath him hadn’t helped with the situation. 

Fighter has started leaving open mouthed kisses along Tutor’s navel, right above the waistband of his boxers, and it feels so good . Tutor wants more and he wants it now.

He loves observing Fighter when they're like this. His boyfriend lets himself go, leaving behind all concerns and inhibitions and gives on to his desires. Tutor loves watching him because all of his actions hint at something, they are clues that he wants to decipher to fully understand Fighter. Little by little he is uncovering more of this, learning about things that make him weak at the knees and hard in his pants. In the ideal world, Tutor knows every button and every reaction. It's not about greed, or lust. He doesn't want to use this knowledge to get Fighter to follow his orders, not that that's difficult anyway. He wants the power to take Fighter apart and put him back together, he wants him to experience extreme amounts of pleasure, he wants to ruin him for anyone else that might come around. Tutor wants to be the best Fighter will ever have. He wants to be the only one he'll ever have. 

His careful observations have given him a few things to work with, and he conjures up the memory of his fingers in Fighter's mouth. It had happened a few times, accidentally at first, and Tutor remembers the way Fighter's tongue had traced his digits, warm spit coating them while Fighter's eyes grew impossibly darker. He remembers the whine that had left Fighter's throat when he had pulled his fingers out, gaze following them hungrily.

He moves a hand towards Fighter’s mouth, gently swiping his thumb across his lips, before pushing it in. He is let in immediately, teeth gently nibbling at his skin while Fighter’s tongue licks at his finger. Tutor looks down at him, and his cock fills even more at the sight. Fighter is moaning softly, eyes closed and pink lips wrapped around his thumb. From the tone of his noises it’s clear that he is enjoying it, and Tutor doesn’t hesitate to feed him two more fingers.

As he begins moving them in and out, he uses the other hand in Fighter’s hair to get him to look up, and the way Fighter lets himself be maneuvered around while remaining completely focused on the digits in his mouth has Tutor moaning out loud.

“You like having things in your mouth, hmm?” he growls, finally pulling out his fingers to give Fighter a chance to answer.

Fighter’s cheeks flush red as he ducks his head down in embarrassment, before humming affirmatively. Tutor rewards him by running a hand through his hair, effectively messing it up even more. He raises his hips, allowing Fighter to finally take off his boxers and free his hard cock.

Fighter doesn’t hesitate before sinking his mouth on his length, lips already swollen and glistening with saliva. The feelings of warmth and tightness engulfing him are almost overwhelming at first. Tutor props himself up on his elbows to enjoy the view better, and what a view it is.

Fighter with a dick down his throat feels like heaven and looks like sin. It’s clear how into it he is, with his eyes scrunched up in pleasure and the enthusiastic bobbing of his head. He can’t fit all of Tutor in his mouth, so he alternates between sucking on what he can and licking the entire length, tracing every vein with his tongue, and Tutor sees stars.

He has no idea how his boyfriend got so good at it, but he can’t complain. Fighter is a natural at it, and the best part is that he enjoys giving head as much as Tutor loves getting it, so it’s a perfect match. 

Fighter is so into it that he almost chokes himself trying to fit more into his mouth, and instead of pulling off to breathe he moans around Tutor’s dick and looks up at him with pleading eyes, and Tutor knows what he’s asking without needing words.

“Tap my leg if you need to take a break, okay?” he whispers, trying not to sound as wrecked as he already feels.

Fighter doesn’t even pull off, he just looks at him through his eyelashes with a mouthful of dick and nods. Tutor tightens his hold in Fighter’s hair and begins moving his hips in small motions, carefully searching Fighter’s face for any sign of discomfort or pain, but he doesn’t find any. Some drool is starting to escape Fighter’s mouth, pooling at the corners and making his lips glisten even more. His cheeks are flushed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and eyes slightly watery. 

Tutor allows himself to thrust a little deeper and pull at Fighter’s hair a little rougher. He is rewarded by loud moans around his cock that send vibrations through his body. After a particularly deep push he feels Fighter’s throat constrict around him and a few tears drip down from Fighter’s eyes, but he still doesn’t tap out.

Tutor pulls him off to allow him to catch his breath, and Fighter’s hungry gaze never leaves his dick, following the line of spit connecting them. He coughs a little, licks his lips and then sinks back down, happily swallowing around him once again. 

Tutor is always more sensitive in the morning, and he already feels his orgasm building up. In a different situation, he would have stopped Fighter and moved on to something slower and more interesting , but the threat of his friends walking in on them again to find them in a much more compromising position forces him to accept the quick and easy way to release.

He’s thrusting into Fighter’s plush and warm mouth harder now, testing his limits while chasing his own pleasure. He knows Fighter doesn’t mind being used, he can read it in his glazed and unfocused eyes, in the loud whines and moans trapped in Fighter’s throat, in the way his head moves to match Tutor’s hips. 

He feels the tip of cock hit the back of Fighter’s throat and get sucked further in, and the tight squeeze is almost too much. He hisses in pleasure, trying not to come on the spot.

“I’m gonna come, baby, think you can swallow?” he asks Fighter quickly, looking down to check Fighter’s answer.

Fighter nods once again, looking absolutely fucked out. It doesn’t take Tutor too long after that, holding Fighter’s head still while his hips piston in and out rapidly. The noises of spit and sucking are absolutely filthy, and what finally pushes him off the edge is Fighter reaching down to palm himself through his underwear, clearly as turned on as Tutor. 

His body tenses up and he comes with a groan, spilling down Fighter’s throat with his hands pulling his hair. Fighter swallows obediently around him, looking up at him with love and devotion in his eyes. He doesn’t move his head away once Tutor is done coming, he keeps him in his mouth as Tutor’s dick softens. 

Tutor smiles down at him, gently releasing the hold on his hair and moving his hands down to stroke at Fighter’s cheeks. He swipes away some of the saliva and cum that escaped his lips, marveling at how little of a mess Fighter had managed to make of himself while getting his throat fucked.

“You did so well, P’, I think you deserve a reward,” he tells him, finally pulling out of his mouth. He guides Fighter up to his level, dropping a quick kiss on the tip of his nose before moving to his lips. 

They make out lazily for a few minutes, and Tutor feels sleepy and boneless after his orgasm. He almost loses track of time, and Fighter’s erection poking his thigh reminds him that there’s more to take care of and they’re on a time crunch.

“You said you don’t mind leaving the door unlocked, right?” he says grinning, before pushing Fighter off of him and standing up. He pulls Fighter up to his feet as well, and guides him to stand in front of the big glass wall overlooking the beach.

They’re lucky their room is not on the ground floor, or else the open curtains would have been a problem. He stands behind Fighter, leaving open mouthed kisses on his shoulders and back, gently pressing him against the window. Fighter hisses when the cold surface hits his flushed chest and nipples, throwing his head back and giving Tutor more access to his neck.

“You’re lucky no one’s at the beach yet, P’, or else they could see you. Anyone looking up from there would get a nice view of your hard leaking cock against this window,” he whispers directly in Fighter’s ear.

Fighter whines in response, a high pitched sound that tells Tutor just how much his boyfriend would mind being seen. 

“Last night you were a bit naughty, so let’s try this again. No coming until I tell you to,” he adds, wanting to hear more wrecked sounds from Fighter.

He moves Fighter’s hands to rest against the window, making sure he won’t be tempted to reach down and touch himself. His own hands shift lower, finally taking off Fighter’s underwear as well and lightly grazing the skin of his legs. He pushes Fighter’s legs further apart, kneeling down behind him and spreading him open. 

Fighter’s thighs are riddled with purple and red marks, and Tutor feels a surge of possessiveness and pride flow through him. He left those there because Fighter is his . He presses his fingers against each bruise, letting Fighter relieve the memories of last night and the slight sting of pain that comes with them. 

His eyes travel to Fighter’s rim, slightly puffy and pink from the night before. He kisses the inside of Fighter’s legs, stopping to bite down a few more hickeys on the way. Fighter is whimpering above him, pushing his ass out and opening his legs even wider in a silent plea.

Tutor smiles to himself before grabbing Fighter’s asscheeks in his hands and spreading them out. He drops one final kiss on Fighter’s rim, and then he begins licking around it. He doesn’t let his tongue drop inside Fighter’s hole yet, waiting for him to be fully relaxed and wet with spit.

Fighter’s noises have grown even louder now, and his hands can’t find any solid purchase against the glass wall. He balls them up into fists, nails digging into his palms. Tutor is perfectly aware of how turned on Fighter was already and how much he must be struggling not to come right away. 

Once Fighter’s muscles have relaxed enough and his rim has gotten used to the feeling of a warm and wet tongue against it, Tutor finally slips it inside. Fighter is still so tight and he clenches around him in pleasure, letting out a string of grunts and moans.

He fucks Fighter open with his tongue, letting his hands roam appreciatively on his boyfriend’s abs and lower back, then he moves them on his hips to hold him still. Fighter is trying to fuck himself back against the intrusion, trying to get Tutor to reach deeper and hit that sweet spot.

“I’m gonna come, Tor,” he groans.

Tutor stops moving immediately and pulls away, making Fighter whine at the loss of contact. He rises back up and spins Fighter around, finally facing him. Fighter’s cock is red and leaking, and he looks desperate. There’s tears in his eyes from the effort not to come.

“Fuck me, please,” Fighter begs him.

Tutor shakes his head and kisses along his neck and behind his ear, where Fighter is most sensitive.

“Please, Tor, I need it,” he tries again.

Tutor is impressed by how vocal Fighter is. He’ll usually beg through noises and small motions, too ashamed to voice his desires.

“We don’t have time, and you don’t want to spend all morning with a sore ass while Zon and Saifah laugh at you,” he reminds Fighter.

He kisses him again before Fighter can protest, tongues meeting in a heated dance. Tutor presses his body against him, moving his hands under Fighter’s ass to lift him up. Fighter understands right away and drapes his arms around Tutor’s neck before jumping up and wrapping his legs around his hips. The new position allows Fighter’s cock to get some friction against Tutor’s stomach, and he sighs contentedly.

Fighter is kissing him with hunger and need, leaving his mouth open for Tutor to explore, and Tutor can’t get enough. He feels Fighter’s legs shaking around him, he feels how every muscle in Fighter’s body is tense and ready to snap, and a wave of warmth and affection washes over him. It’s Tutor who got him there. Fighter is asking for him to fuck him, touch him, do anything , and Tutor finally gives in.

He moves one of his hands from the back of Fighter’s thighs to his ass, slowly circling his rim. It’s still wet and raw from the tongue fucking, and Tutor carefully slips one finger in. Fighter lets out a high whine, clenching around him and pulling him closer with his arms around Tutor’s shoulders.

“You did so well, baby,” he growls. Tutor knows how much Fighter loves pet names, how much Tutor calling him baby drives him wild. It’s a power Tutor chooses to use rarely, for special occasions.

Fighter moans and throws his head back. It loudly hits the glass, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Tutor slips out his finger and moves to jerk Fighter off a few times, collecting precome on his hand. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Fighter mutters, and Tutor stops once again.

“You’re going to come on just my fingers, okay?” he tells him.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, moving his hand back down and slipping two fingers inside Fighter, entrance made easier by the mix of spit and precome on them. His brain alerts him that it’s probably been 15 minutes already, and they might get walked in on at any time. 

His movements are precise and quick, thrusting his fingers as deep as they can get inside Fighter’s asshole while curling them up in search of his prostate. It doesn’t take him too long to find it, and once he does Fighter is thrashing about in his hold, squirming and and arching his back while whispering a string of curses and Tutor’s name over and over.

“You’re so hot like this, P’, I wish you could see yourself,” Tutor says. 

He takes one last moment to look at Fighter, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat, lips impossibly swollen and pink, a series of kiss and bite marks of various shapes and sizes all over his chest, and the gaze in his eyes. The way Fighter looks at him is Tutor’s favorite thing in the world. It makes him feel so loved and adored. He hopes Fighter knows he feels the same way.

“You can come, P’,” he finally tells him.

Fighter comes after a few more jabs against his prostate, spilling all over his chest and Tutor’s, covering them both in spurts of white hot liquid. He comes with Tutor’s name on his lips, desperately holding on to him as he rides his pleasure high.

Once Fighter has stopped shaking, Tutor puts him down gently, making sure he can stand up on wobbly knees. 

“I love you,” Fighter tells him, before leaning close to kiss him again.

Tutor smiles into the kiss, letting Fighter relax in his arms and enjoying the warmth that comes with it.

“I love you too,” he whispers. “So. Much.” Every word is followed by a quick kiss on Fighter’s lips, now spread into a big grin.

The noise of someone climbing on the spiral staircase to their room brings them back to reality, and their eyes widen. 

“Shower, now!” Tutor orders, grabbing Fighter’s wrist and dragging them both to the safety and privacy of their en suite bathroom.

“Guys, are you ready? Saifah and I have been waiting for you downstairs!” Zon’s voice reaches them through the door they had just managed to shut close moments before.

“We’re getting dressed, two more minutes and we’re out,” Tutor replies, hoping the slight trembling of his voice won’t give them away.

Once they’re sure their friends have climbed down once again, they both burst into giggles.

“That was close,” Fighter says.

“Like you would have minded.”