43. Akira

CHAPTER 43

Akira

K yle quietly listened to Akira cursing under his breath on their walk home, and then when they made it back to the foyer of House Epsilon, turned to him with the confused, lost look of a child who had just realised the world was unfair.

"The Coterie...don't believe in consent?"

"They do," Akira said through gritted teeth. "They just equivalate it to remaining in our industry. If you want to whore, you take what comes."

"And if someone walked in there and tried to force them ?" Kyle asked, jabbing a finger at the ceiling to indicate the city level they'd just returned from. "Would that be considered consensual?"

"Oh, Kyle. You know Masters aren't held to the rules of common people," Akira said wryly, and Kyle snorted.

"So how are you so well-adjusted?"

He blinked. Kyle thought he was well-adjusted , just because he recognised consent? By the stars, this city was so fucked up.

But, Akira mused, there was some validity to the question. He'd been trained by Master Theta and might have taken the man's values as his own, but for some kind and patient clients who had shown him a different path. Dominants who put his needs before theirs. Had checked in on him throughout a scene, and again the next day. Had spent some of their precious appointment time on delivering aftercare.

He owed them a lot: not just for the tenderness they'd showed him in a place and job he'd thought had none, but for delivering lessons he hadn't recognised as such at the time, and ones he'd passed onto his own staff. Lessons Kyle had thoughtfully taken in and then built upon, until Akira couldn't imagine anyone better to sub for.

Oh, but he didn't have to imagine. He had the promise of time with him tonight, and maybe tomorrow night, and stars help them, if the Coterie offered their protection to Kyle, every night after that.

And if the Masters proved every bit as weak-willed as he feared, then Akira would somehow find stronger allies, because one thing was for certain: he was never giving Kyle up.

This, just this , was perfect.

And the mischievous grin that slid across Kyle's face before he dragged Akira close by his sleeve and slipped his hands around his waist, was even perfecter.

"I'm a man with a one-track mind," Kyle breathed, and there was enough lilt to the words to indicate it was one of his damn songs. "I want it all and I want it now ."

That…could be obliged.

Akira drank in the smile pointed his way, threaded his hands through blonde hair, and rutted against Kyle when he cupped Akira's erection through his clothes.

In an agile move that made his biceps flare enticingly under his borrowed shirt, his man hopped up to sit on the solid front desk that cornered the foyer, where Rick would greet the House's clients come opening time. Kyle's enthusiasm dislodged the bowl of individually-wrapped mints – which cost Akira so much that he'd had to threaten to fire the next staff member who stole one – and sent it flying, but Akira didn't watch where it landed. He was too busy aggressively unzipping Kyle's jeans and pouncing on him with his mouth.

"Ah, fuck," Kyle groaned as Akira swallowed him whole, and the feeling of his boyfriend coming to life between his lips sent a jolt of heat through him...as did thinking the word boyfriend .

Ah, fuck was right.

Akira licked over his crown and then paid particular attention to his favourite piercing in the whole world, enjoying the way that swirling his tongue around it made Kyle squirm. Akira dug his fingers into the other man's hips and yanked him close so he couldn't escape, pulling his jeans down to his knees for better access.

Kyle helped by lifting himself onto his hands briefly, but the way his arms shook as he did made Akira inordinately pleased with himself.

The blonde gasped and moaned. "Look at the way your lips are stretched around me, sweetheart. You're taking me so well."

Sucking him deep and relishing how the fat cock filled his throat, Akira didn't realise they were no longer alone until he heard a flustered exclamation echo through the foyer.

"Sirs! I'm so sorry, I'll-"

"Deacon," Kyle said huskily, bringing his hand down onto Akira's shoulder to indicate he wanted him to continue. He was only too happy to oblige. "You can go on up to the staffroom if you wish."

"Or," he added with a rough edge to his voice Akira liked very much, "you can stay."

"Oh, yes please," he heard Deacon breathe, and Akira shifted his angle to see the man staring at them with wide eyes and his palm pressed to the growing bulge between his legs.

Akira pulled off Kyle with a loud slurp, making sure to run his tongue over the piercing to get it nice and shiny. "Then get over here and help me with this."

"Strip first," barked Kyle, and Deacon obeyed, shrugging out of his clothes quicker than he'd ever seen anyone move.

Akira stepped back to allow Kyle to slip down from the desk onto his feet, and when Deacon ventured within arm's reach, pulled him down to the floor with him. Both on their knees, they let Kyle guide them close to each other with a hand on each of their heads.

"Tongues out, my pair of pretty sluts," Sir murmured, checking the runes on everyone's dog tags were active. "Let me see what I'm going to have wrapped around my cock."

They obliged. Deacon was nearly panting as he stuck out his tongue, and Akira took a moment to appreciate the quivering man with a professional eye.

He'd learned quickly over these past few weeks and was going to make his clients very happy. There were a few final sessions that Akira had asked Kyle to take him through, primarily on how to handle clients who tried to initiate a relationship or request services outside of the House, but otherwise he was ready to start taking appointments of his own.

The submissive really was delightfully obedient. He let Kyle rest his cock on his outstretched tongue without trying to close his mouth around it, despite the way his muscles trembled and his own dick stood hard and wanting between his thighs.

"Good boys," murmured Kyle, and Akira was familiar enough with how he played to know that was their cue. He licked along his man's delicious length, stealing the beads of pre-cum at the tip for himself before urging Deacon to join in, and together they sucked and kissed and worshipped Kyle's impressive cock until they had him groaning and wavering unsteadily on his feet.

"Get that hand off your dick," Kyle ordered in a breathy hiss when he glanced back down, making Deacon whine and pull his naughty hand away.

Akira slid his own hand up their third's back, his fingers trailing through a light sheen of sweat before sinking into his locs and driving his head down onto Kyle. Now it was Deacon whose throat was full and Akira who was murmuring in delight as the sub bucked and gagged, fighting to breathe around his significant mouthful but not to pull away.

Sucking on his own fingers to get them dripping wet, Akira allowed the sub only a brief reprieve to draw in air before shoving him down once more and easing a finger up into Kyle in the same moment. Sir swore softly in praise, the words descending to incoherence when Akira lowered his mouth to suck on his balls.

This was exactly what Akira needed in this moment when his switch tendencies were in full force. Controlling how much Deacon was forced to take, while also kneeling at Kyle's feet with his boyfriend's hand in his hair to keep him there.

In charge and not. In control of another man's body, but not his own.

Perfection.