Do whatever you want (mature content )

Asahin marveled at how effortlessly he and Kaylen had begun to fall into sync, their movements and rhythms aligning with an ease that felt almost predestined. It was as though they had been together for years, sharing the quiet intimacy of a long-married couple. But what truly unsettled him—what stirred something vulnerable within—was the genuine tenderness in Kaylen's touch, the quiet devotion that colored his every action.

Kaylen wasn't just polite or protective; he cared. Deeply. Thoughtfully. No one had ever tended to Asahin this way—not even in his original world, not since his father died when he was twelve. Kaylen cooked for him, bought him clothes, made sure he ate and rested properly. He had rescued him from Tarya Valmoor's grip without hesitation, and now… now Kaylen was asking him to stay, to build a future together. To be his.

Asahin's chest tightened at the thought. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of lover Kaylen would be. The novel had been vague about such details, leaving Asahin's imagination to wander. Kaylen was untouched—a blank canvas—unexplored and untainted by anyone else's hands. Asahin's fingers itched to be the first to paint color onto that canvas, to shape and mold the pleasure that would bloom in Kaylen's expressions.

It was oddly flattering when Kaylen had commented that he seemed experienced, assuming Asahin had probably been with a lot of people. He hadn't been offended in the slightest. In fact, Kaylen's jealousy had been endearing—his gray eyes darkening like storm clouds, his expression that of a wounded hound sulking in the corner.

Yes, he had been with many partners in his previous life—mostly men, with a few women here and there before he understood his true preferences. But none of them had ever ignited him the way Kaylen did. Kaylen's pull was magnetic, a gravitational force Asahin couldn't escape—and didn't want to. No one else had made him feel so exposed, so electrified, with just a kiss. What Kaylen awakened in him was fierce and unrelenting, burrowing under his skin and settling into his bones. Asahin wasn't ashamed to show it either. He wanted Kaylen to know just how much he craved him.

There was an odd dissonance in their age gap. Technically, Asahin was twenty now, two years younger than Kaylen—but in lived experience, he was thirty-one. He had slept with men nearly twice his age, but never someone so much younger. It made him feel like a cradle-snatcher, even though Kaylen was an adult by both Varrunna's and his original world's standards. Still, that nine-year difference lingered in the back of his mind, stirring unease beneath the heat.

Asahin supposed, as the more experienced one, he should have taken the lead. But he didn't want to. He wanted to see how Kaylen would navigate this—how his instincts would guide his hands and lips. Most of Asahin's past lovers had treated him roughly, eager to dominate his strong, muscular body. But Asahin had never particularly enjoyed that. His strength had always seemed to invite a challenge, a need to break him. Kaylen, however, wasn't trying to break him. He was trying to learn him. And Asahin… Asahin wanted to be learned.

The original Asahin's body was untouched—completely inexperienced. In his old world, Asahin's first time had been painful. The second and third times hadn't been much better. He had learned, painfully, that most men didn't care whether he was properly prepared—they were only interested in their own pleasure. He had suffered through it until he learned to prepare himself better, until the sting dulled.

But this body was different. Omega bodies self-lubricated, especially when intimate with an alpha. He was curious about how his new physiology would respond to Kaylen's alpha instincts—and whether their deep connection would heighten the experience in ways he couldn't yet predict.

"I… I don't have any protection," Kaylen's voice was low, thick with desire and restraint.

Asahin almost laughed at the realization. Condoms exist here too? He had always been careful in his old world—never once sleeping with someone without protection. He was an omega, which meant pregnancy was possible—except, of course, he was defective. His damaged glands made him practically sterile.

"No risk of pregnancy," he murmured, brushing his hand through Kaylen's thick black hair. "And no diseases. Apart from my damaged glands."

Kaylen's eyes darkened. "Perfectly healthy. I had my checkup a few days ago." His voice was rough, his breath shallow.

In his old life, Asahin had been cautious. He'd had to be. He had been the foundation that held his mother and sister upright; he couldn't afford to let sickness or carelessness weaken him. 

Asahin leaned in, his lips brushing against Kaylen's ear. "It's our first time… and our first time together. So let's just go with it." His voice dropped to a low, seductive murmur. "I'll let you take the lead. Do whatever you want to me."

Kaylen's restraint snapped. His hand shot to the back of Asahin's neck, dragging him forward into a bruising kiss. His other hand pressed into Asahin's back, fingers digging into muscle with a raw hunger that sent sparks racing through Asahin's veins. Kaylen's mouth was fierce, demanding, but the slide of his hands was tender—exploratory.

An intoxicating scent of vanilla and spice clung to him, seeping into Asahin's pores, clouding his thoughts. His body trembled beneath Kaylen's touch, heat blooming beneath his skin as though set alight from within. Kaylen's kisses were rough, all-consuming, yet the stroke of his hands was reverent, as though Kaylen was learning every inch of him—memorizing him. Asahin felt something hard and throbbing against him and he felt himself instantly getting turned on when he realized what it was.

Asahin's breath rushed unevenly when Kaylen's lips parted from his. His heart beat fast, every nerve in his body electrified and raw. Kaylen's gray eyes burned into his—hungry and dark, reflecting back every ounce of desire Asahin felt coursing through his veins. Kaylen wasn't just claiming his body. He was claiming his soul.

Kaylen's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Asahin's pants, tugging them down with a swift, practiced ease. The whisper of fabric sliding over his skin sent a shiver down Asahin's spine. Now stark naked, the cool air grazing his flushed skin, Asahin felt exquisitely exposed. His chest rose and fell in uneven waves, the vulnerable thrum of his pulse loud in his ears.

"You should… take yours off too," Asahin murmured, his voice low and breathless, heavy with anticipation. His trembling hands reached for Kaylen's waistband, dragging the fabric down his thighs with the same urgency. His eyes widened when Kaylen's erection sprang free, standing proud and hard against his taut abdomen.

 It was… big. Bigger than he had ever seen. His cheeks flushed deeper, the heat curling low in his belly now tinged with a sharp edge of apprehension. He knew alphas were well-endowed, but this… this might actually hurt.

"Don't worry. It will fit," Kaylen's mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile, as if reading his thoughts. His gray eyes glinting beneath the shadow of his lashes.

Large hands settled around Asahin's slim hips and lifted him effortlessly, as though he weighed nothing. Asahin's breath caught as he was guided back down, his knees pressing into the soft velvet of the sofa on either side of Kaylen's hips. He straddled Kaylen once more, his thighs framing the hard planes of Kaylen's body.

Kaylen leaned back against the armrest, his dark hair tousled and damp, stray strands clinging to his forehead. His lips were swollen, parted slightly. His hands rested on Asahin's narrow hips, thumbs brushing languid circles into the delicate hollows just above his hip bones.

Asahin's hands curled over Kaylen's broad shoulders, his fingers digging into the warm muscle beneath his palms. He was trembling, every nerve alight beneath the possessive sweep of Kaylen's gaze. The sharp heat in those gray eyes made his breath falter, making his thighs press tighter around Kaylen's hips.

"You're shaking," Kaylen murmured, his voice low, the sound like smoke curling down Asahin's spine.

"I'm not…" Asahin's breath faltered as Kaylen's hand slid down, fingers tracing the sharp line of his inner thigh. His body quivered beneath the touch.

Kaylen's other hand moved between them, and Asahin's breath fractured as Kaylen's fingers wrapped around both of their erections—hard and hot, pressed together in Kaylen's steady grip. A soft gasp escaped Asahin's lips as the calloused pad of Kaylen's thumb dragged slowly along the sensitive underside of his length, teasing him with maddening precision.

"K—Kaylen…" His voice broke as Kaylen's hand began to move—slow and deliberate. The slick heat of Kaylen's palm against him sent a white-hot current shooting through him.

Kaylen's other hand slid to the small of Asahin's back, pressing down, guiding him so their aching lengths slid together, trapped between the firm heat of Kaylen's palm. Asahin's thighs trembled as his body responded with helpless instinct. His hands curled against Kaylan's chest, nails raking down the smooth expanse of muscle.

Pleasure exploded, sharp and electric. Kaylen's hand quickened, his grip firm but controlled, coaxing the friction into a merciless rhythm. Asahin's head tipped back, his throat bared as a strangled sound left his lips. His hair, white-blond and damp, clung to his flushed skin.

Kaylen leaned in, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin beneath Asahin's jaw, tongue flicking over the frantic pulse there before his teeth scraped lightly against it.

"Kaylen—!" Asahin gasped, his hips jerking helplessly.

Kaylen's hand tightened around them both, stroking with rough precision. His other hand curled around the back of Asahin's neck, dragging him down until their foreheads touched. Asahin's breath stuttered, his violet eyes fluttering open. Kaylen's breath was hot against his mouth, his lips brushing tantalizingly close but not quite kissing.

"Look at me," Kaylen whispered, his voice thick with hunger.

Asahin's met Kaylen's gray eyes, pupils wide, blown dark with desire.

"Kaylen—I—" he tried to speak, his head dizzy from the surge of heat pooling under his waist.

"I know," Kaylan replied, his breath ragged.

Pleasure coiled tight, a blinding pressure twisting inside him, sharp and almost too much. Asahin's breath fractured as Kaylen's hand stroked them both toward the edge—relentless, devastating.

And then it broke.

A choked sound tore from Asahin's throat as his whole body arched. The release hit him with brutal intensity, heat surging through him as pleasure spilled over, uncontrollable and violent. His nails dug into Kaylen's chest as his vision blurred.

Kaylen followed a heartbeat later, his hand jerking one last time, coaxing the last tremors from them both. Warmth spread between them as Kaylen's grip slackened, his chest rising and falling beneath Asahin's trembling body.

Asahin slumped forward, his breath shallow and uneven as the aftershocks rippled through his limbs. His cheek pressed to Kaylen's shoulder, his body lax and boneless. Kaylen's hand slid up his back, fingers threading through the damp strands of his hair. A soft kiss brushed against Asahin's temple.

Asahin could feel the steady pound of Kaylan's heart beneath his palm, their bodies still tangled together.