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Kayn swipes his thumb up his phone screen, scrolling to the next uninteresting video for the dozenth time. He's not tired, but it's late, and nothing on his phone is even remotely entertaining or boring enough to make him tired, the light to the bedroom is still on (thankfully dim), and his battery is getting low, so he knows the inevitable is coming and dreads it.
Beside him, he hears a soft snore, so he tilts his head and stares at Ezreal's peaceful sleeping face. The green-haired man fell asleep almost thirty minutes ago; he was so tired when they got home from the party that he undressed (leaving his clothes scattered across Kayn's floor), and then tumbled into bed in nothing but his underwear before Kayn could even take his jacket off. Kayn didn't mind it — thought it was amusing, considering Ezreal's multistep nightly skincare routine that he was too tired to bother with, which he's usually so good about following; the boy didn't even brush his teeth and barely wiped the makeup off his face.
Plus, it means that now, he gets to quietly watch the boy sleep and think all the sappy romantic thoughts about him he wants without getting caught. Ezreal is always so picture perfect, so to have him open-mouthed snoring and drooling a little on a pillow in his bed is like an honor, and there's still some sparkly makeup smeared at the edges of his eyes that Kayn considers wiping at, but he doesn't. He loves seeing Ezreal let down his perfect popstar prince persona around him, just as he's sure Ezreal loves when the rapper lets down his bad boy one.
Except, for thirty minutes (longer, actually), Kayn has been fighting something more lascivious deep in his belly. He can't help it, not when Ezreal is looking so cute in his bed next to him. It started at the party. No one knows they're together, so they couldn't be touchy for hours — except for when they snuck off to the backroom to make out for a few minutes before breaking away when someone else entered. But Kayn had to endure watching Ezreal in his adorable sweater over a sheer mesh top and the shortest black pleated skirt he's ever seen, finished off with some sparkly white tights that the rapper really wanted to rip at the crotch and eat him out in the bathroom stall (which he almost did, before being interrupted). Needless to say, Kayn had an awkward boner for most of the evening.
But Ezreal is out of his sexy clothes now and asleep, and Kayn is still hard. He tried to jerk off at first, quietly beside the green-haired man, but nothing felt particularly good, which is how he ended up idly scrolling through video after video until his algorithm felt so weird that he had no idea what corner of the internet he was even on anymore.
And now he's bored and hard, with the cutest little half-naked prince lying next to him in the most inviting position he's ever seen. Ezreal is a stomach sleeper, so he's got his arms tucked under the pillow, one leg is almost completely straight with his body, while the other is bent up to his side, spread wide, with his tiny ass elevated just a little off the mattress. Such a welcoming sight makes Kayn chew his lip.
'He's asleep, stop it...'
Kayn berates himself for thinking such things and closes his eyes.
But then he recalls something — Ezreal once mentioned wanting to try some somnophilia stuff, and seemed legitimately interested in it, too, especially the idea of Kayn cumming on or in him while he's asleep. The rapper hasn't had the guts to try it yet, but right now, being awake with a hard on and Ezreal sound asleep in the perfect position for him to do whatever he wants — it could be the perfect opportunity.
He thinks about it for a solid fifteen seconds before he carefully sits up. He places his phone on the wireless charging pad on the nightstand next to the bed and then crawls into the space between Ezreal's legs. The singer is wearing the tiniest underwear he's seen. Solid white fabric that rides between small cheeks and hugs his cunt beneath, with thin elastic straps that dig into and cause the meat of his hips to pudge around it. It'd be so easy to snap the straps, but Kayn resists the urge to rip Ezreal's clothes; he knows the man would be so annoyed about it if he had to buy new clothes because his feral boyfriend can't take it off him like a civilized horny bastard.
Keeping that in mind, Kayn carefully hooks his fingers under the straps on each side, then glides them down Ezreal's hips. The fabric rolls as he does, revealing a plump, freshly shaven pussy under it. The folds are pressed together—sealed—thanks to the position his legs are in, and the sight of his smooth, freckled cunt makes Kayn practically salivate like that stupid wolf in the old cartoons. It's so appealing, like a little snack that he wants to nibble on, and looks oh-so soft to touch.
So he does.
He reaches down and unfurls his long middle finger, pressing the tip to Ezreal's enlarged clit that's further under his body. Kayn's cock twitches in his boxers, always so aroused to feel Ezreal's bottom growth on his hands; makes him want to suck on it for hours. Then, he slides his finger back toward his holes, gliding along the seam of his pussy without going between. Not yet. He repeats the soft, slow touch, stroking front to back over and over until he finally applies a little pressure and pushes between those pudgy folds.
'Fuck he's wet.'
The fact hits him with the sensation of warm, slimy fluid on his fingertip.
'Is he dreaming?' Kayn wonders.
He pulls his finger back, watching the shiny thread stretch between his finger and Ezreal's pussy, before he smears it across his folds. Seeing the skin shine makes it even more appetizing, and Kayn is beyond resisting the hunger in his gut.
Careful not to disturb his sleeping bunny, he slowly lowers his body to the bed and gets real close. He inhales, sniffing and smelling Ezreal's skin, the smell of slick and sweat making his cock pulse again.
'Smells sweeter when he's asleep..'
He knows it's just his imagination — the idea of doing something lewd to his boyfriend while he sleeps that brings an extra something to his senses.
It starts with soft kitten licks to that pussy seam. He tastes the slick he smeared there moments ago, and licks from front to back repeatedly. Ezreal's skin tastes incredible — salty, a little bitter. Kayn wants to bite the squishy flesh, but even with Ezreal being a bit of a heavy sleeper, he knows a bite will certainly wake him, so he doesn't. Instead, he pushes the tip of his tongue between the tight folds and licks upward toward his hole, tasting everything between. He repeats it — again, again, again, again, focused and meticulous like the most attentive, starved lover, until the skin is soaked shiny with his slobber. Tilting his head downward, he teases the swollen clit below with the tip of his pierced tongue, feeling his actions make the singer's body pulse reactively, even in his slumber. Kayn licks a little harder, pushing his long tongue between the seams of Ezreal's pussy, letting the piercing rub over the inner folds, and dips it into his hole.
He's soaked and it drives Kayn to push his mouth fully against his body, licking deep and sucking at his pussy while his large nose pokes and teases Ezreal's asshole, soft squelching sounds and pants in the air. Below, Kayn rocks his hips against the mattress, grinding his cock to it for any relief. Then a thought hits him.
'Should I fuck him...? He wanted me to cum in him...'
Kayn sucks at the thin skin of Ezreal's cunt, then licks as he pulls out.
With one thumb, Kayn pushes a fold of Ezreal's pussy up, spreading it so he can see the bright pink flesh hidden between the freckled, golden-hued skin. His cunt gapes for him, ready to take the rapper if Kayn wants. And he wants it badly.
He sits up and looks over Ezreal's sleeping form, at the same time, he pushes his boxers down and off, tossing them to the floor. Ezreal is so cute when he sleeps, his cheek squished against his pillow, green hair wild and tumbling around his head and shoulders. It feels wrong as Kayn fists his cock in his hand, pumping slowly and squeezing toward the head of his pierced erection, teasing the hoop through the tip as he crawls closer.
Positioned over that one straightened thigh, straddling it, Kayn guides his cock to Ezreal's hole, and as he holds his pussy open with his thumb again, he slowly pushes forward. The cockhead pops inside with ease, the shiny silver piercing disappearing within, and Kayn stifles a soft gasp at how tight he is. With slow movements, the Kayn fucks just a few inches inside with tiny thrusts.
Ezreal is so soft and warm in his sleep that Kayn thinks—no he knows—he could cum just from the tip being suckled by Ezreal's tight pussy. When he looks up from that hole to Ezreal's face, Kayn feels like he's doing something wrong. But Ezreal looks so peaceful, little mutters and grunts on his lips as his body reacts to the stimulation, and Kayn reminds himself that Ezreal wanted this; he brought it up, had ideas of what he wanted the rapper to do to him while unconscious, and he'll love waking up to the feeling of his cunt swollen from use and glazed inside and out from Kayn's doing.
So Kayn doesn't let the doubt eat away at him, and fucks just a little deeper. Leaning over, he snakes one hand over Ezreal's hip and down his front until his fingers reach the singer's enlarged clit. He gently prods it with his fingertip, then brings another to carefully pinch it between the length of them. He can feel Ezreal's body reacting to him — pulsing around his cock, becoming wetter, and his clit swells from how Kayn rolls it between his fingers.
As he rubs his fingertips in a circular motion at the base of Ezreal's cock, he leans down beside the his head, where messy green hair feathers near his ear and tickles Kayn's cheek as he cranes closer.
"Hey Ezzie... You're so warm when you're asleep..." He whispers and pushes his cock deeper into Ezreal's pussy. "You're so tight. Squeezing me. Are you dreaming? Am I fucking you in your dream, too?"
Kayn pinches Ezreal's clit and it makes the smaller man twitch under him. Kayn kisses his shoulder.
"Ezzie, wake up..." he says, but is met with silence.
So he thrusts a little faster, watching how Ezreal's limp body moves against the mattress from his movements.
"Fuck..."
He knows he's not going to last. So he chases it until his cock pulses, spilling semen deep inside the sleeping man. But he wants Ezreal to wake up feeling his body stretched over his cock. Wants the first thing he feels to be the sensation of warm cum trickling down his thighs before he fucks him again. So Kayn tucks his head into Ezreal's shoulder.
"Ezzie, wake up... Wake up little bunboy..."
He kisses Ezreal's cheek, down to his jaw, and then to his shoulder.
"Mmn..."
Kayn's heart thumps when Ezreal makes the tiniest little groan.
"Wh... What...?"
The singer whimpers, his lips all crooked and his eyes hazy and confused as he wakes up. He looks adorable in his sleep-fogged state.
"Morning sleepy boy— GhACK—"
The horrid noise leaves Kayn's throat as Ezreal throws his elbow back and clocks Kayn right in his already crooked nose. The force of it is surprisingly strong and makes Kayn stumble backward onto his knees, though mostly from shock, and he sits on his thighs as he holds a hand over his throbbing nose.
"What the hell, Ezreal!?" He shouts and gestures with his hand. Then immediately puts it back when he feels something warm trickle from his nostril. "Fuuuck I swear, if you fucking broke my damn nose..."
While Kayn shouts and tends to himself, Ezreal rolls over and sits up, rubbing at his eye. He feels out of it, his mind still hazed with sleep. His body feels sweaty, and...between his legs he fully realizes the stretched sensation of his cunt. He goes pink in the cheeks as he feels fluid leak between his thighs, and he understands in an instant what's happening, what Kayn did, and then what he just did.
"S-Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't mean—! You just startled me! I didn't expect you to be doing that—"
"What!? What do you mean, didn't expect it!?" Kayn flails his free hand in the air next to his head. Blood is dripping between the fingers of his other hand now. "You asked me to do this, remember!? And fucking shit man where did you learn to throw an elbow like that!?"
"I'm sooorrryyyy!"
Ezreal pleads with his hands together like he's praying, and the brat certainly is going to need a miracle if he expects Kayn to forgive him for maybe breaking his nose.
"Are you okay...?" Ezreal scoots closer and rubs Kayn's knee, and the rapper gives him a pained look with glossy eyes. "I'm really sorry..."
"This is what I get for trying to spoil you..." Kayn grumbles.
Yeah, he knows he's pouting. He knows.
Ezreal frowns.
"Is it broken...?"
Kayn pulls his hand back, and there's a river of blood trickling over his lips that drips off his upper lip and splats onto the bedding. He pinches the bridge of his nose and grunts as he wiggles it.
"I don't think so... Think you just busted the membrane or something."
"Oh good—"
Kayn's eye twitches, and he reaches for Ezreal's ankles.
"Good?"
Kayn flips Ezreal's legs, forcing him back onto his belly while the singer lets out a small yelp.
"You think you can be all cute and relieved that you didn't break my face and think I'm just gonna be cool with it?"
Kayn pushes Ezreal's thighs apart and slides between them, then pushes his hand on Ezreal's upper back to keep him still.
"I shouldn't have woke you up. Could have fucked you longer without getting a bloody nose."
"Kayn— Ah!"
Ezreal squeaks when all nine inches of Kayn's thick cock rips through his cunt and slams into his cervix. His whole body jolts, and he clutches a pillow, dragging it down to bury his face in.
"Ah ah ah," Kayn tuts and snakes a hand under the singer's body, pushing up his chest until he reaches his throat.
Kayn cradles his jaw with his thumb and fingers, then forces his chin upward so he can't hide his face or the whiny sounds that spill from his pretty lips.
"No hiding, little prince. I'm gonna fuck you nice and slow, and you're gonna show me everything."
Kayn grinds his hips, and the whimper that warbles in Ezreal's throat gets muffled as two of Kayn's bloody fingers sink into his mouth and press against his tongue.
Ezreal's eyes dilate from the taste of iron and the mere fact that Kayn's fingers are in his mouth, instinctively lapping at the digits, hungry to have them deeper. Kayn drags his cock out to the tip, teasing the thin flesh of his pussy hole with his piercing before sinking back inside to the hilt. Ezreal writhes and wiggles under him, his lips latch around Kayn's fingers and his tongue slides between them, sending a shiver down Kayn's spine and making him thrust hard just once. Ezreal is loving being manhandled a little, and he's so responsive, moaning and drooling so much.
Is it because he just woke up from a nap? Does the idea of being fucked in his sleep really get him going this good?
Kayn doesn't really care either way.
The rapper uses his weight to drive his cock deep with every slow thrust, and despite his harsh tone earlier, he's gentle with his movements and grip, and if anything, the gentle nature makes Ezreal louder; an unintelligible mix of whines and Kayn's name. And when his nose drips blood onto Ezreal's shoulders, he stares at the contrast between the crimson and his golden-hued skin, how the blood splatters among his freckles. He leans down and licks across Ezreal's skin, lapping up his blood as he rolls his hips leisurely, pumping himself deep and slow. It makes Ezreal moan more under him, his hands gripping the pillow while his hips raise just a little to meet Kayn's thrusts.
Not long after, Ezreal's warm walls contract and pulse around Kayn's cock, his voice quiet and as sweet as melted chocolate while he moans around Kayn's fingers. With a few more deep thrusts, Kayn lets another load spill deep inside.
Kayn barely waits before he pulls out, causing Ezreal to gasp at the emptiness in both his cunt and mouth. Ezreal looks sleepily over his shoulder, just in time to see Kayn wipe at his still bleeding nose with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of red across his wrist.
With a movement as quick as a flash, Kayn flips Ezreal onto his back once again, finally removing Ezreal's underwear completely, and he wastes no time in diving between the singer's thighs. Ezreal shrieks when Kayn's lips latch around his clit and suck, the poor things still sensitive from his recent orgasm, but Kayn knows that and even if his mind is hazed with lust, everything he does is for Ezreal's pleasure, so his tongue is slow and firm enough to not trigger the sensitivity pain as he licks, his snakebites teasing the outer folds of his pussy.
Ezreal feels more blood drip from Kayn's nose, and when he looks down, he sees Kayn's dual-colored eyes hooded and blinded with desire. His lips and chin are stained red with blood and Ezreal knows it's smearing across his cunt as well. The sight is hot, like Ezreal's got his own personal vampire between his legs. Kayn looks good with a little blood on him, especially when he looks so drunk on the taste of Ezreal's cum mixing with his own as well as the blood. Ezreal reaches down and threads his twitchy fingers through Kayn's magenta-blue hair, then tugs a little when Kayn's tongue flicks over his clit. It's arousing as fuck to see how big his cock has gotten; it fits so nicely on Kayn's tongue now, and the way the rapper suckles at it is like he's enjoying a ice pop fills Ezreal with such pride and arousal. With a deep moan, Ezreal tilts his head back and rolls his hips to meet Kayn's mouth, grinding his pussy against him and making Kayn moan at the action.
Both of their cum, saliva, and blood all mix on Kayn's tongue whenever he dips it down into Ezreal's soaked cunt, but he stays focused on that large clit, bumping it with his still-sore nose whenever his tongue plunges deep into his hole. The touch to his nose renews the flow of blood, causing more to drip down, and as Kayn sloppily licks it up from Ezreal's pussy, he has a thought to eat the boy out while on his period, if he ever has one again, and if he'll allow it. Or maybe Ezreal can elbow him in the face again and they can just play pretend. Either way, Kayn would be happy for whatever reason puts him between Ezreal's thighs.
Ezreal's fingers clench in Kayn's hair and Kayn can feel him cumming with a whiny little moan. His clit pulses and when Kayn touches his fingers to his hole, he can feel the intense contractions he's having. As he always does, Kayn gently sucks on Ezreal's cock to soothe him through his orgasm, then removes his lips with a tight popping sound that makes Ezreal jolt from the suction being released.
Leaving a trail of faintly bloody kisses up Ezreal's thigh, Kayn pauses at his hip, then moves up to his belly, then up to his chest. He gently kisses the meat of one of Ezreal's small breasts, his palm completely encasing the other as he squeezes it gently. Ezreal whimpers and wiggles his hips as Kayn's pierced tongue presses and laves against his nipple, his hand lightly rolling the other between his fingers.
"So... Did you like that...?" Kayn asks and nuzzles his cheek against a soft boob.
Ezreal nods a bit shyly, his hands a mess of fingers over his clavicle like he's trying and failing to hide.
"Can wake you up like that more often if you want?" the rapper offers.
Ezreal nods again.
"But..." Ezreal squeaks out, voice ragged from his moans, and Kayn's eyes widen on him, full of attention. "Next time... Don't wake me up... I wanna not know you did anything until I feel it..."
Kayn swallows hard, and if there wasn't already blood on his tongue from his nose, there would be from how hard he bites the inside of his cheek. He realizes what Ezreal wants, and fucking hell it's kinky as shit. But he loves it, loves that Ezreal trusts him enough with this side of him, trusts him to take care of him the way he wants. The side of the squeaky clean prince that no one else in the universe has the honor of knowing.
And that makes Kayn's cock throb. Yeah, he gets off on being special, being the only one to know Ezreal as intimately as he does, being the one to provide for whatever kinks Ezreal has. And he's cocky and confident to know that no one else in the world could satisfy Ezreal's freak like he can.
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," Kayn says and flops his tired body beside Ezreal's. "Should sleep for real now, though. You only slept like forty minutes, and I haven't slept at all."
"You should sleep great now," Ezreal coos with a tired giggle and rolls closer to Kayn's body, resting his head on the closest pec.
Kayn groans a little.
"Actually, should clean up a little. I don't wanna sleep on blood and cum stained sheets."
"I will only take half responsibility for that."
"You'll take all of it." Kayn pinches Ezreal's ass. "Or did you forget you wanted me to fuck you in your sleep, again?"
Ezreal pouts.
"Fine..."
"Come on." Kayn lightly pats Ezreal's hip, gesturing for him to get up. "Help me with the sheets, then bathroom."
Ezreal whines, but obeys and rolls away from his boyfriend, then stands at the edge of the bed. Kayn sits up and gazes over Ezreal's body. Slick and cum leak down his thighs, bloody kisses and streaks are all over his legs, groin, and chest, and when he turns around, Kayn sees the smears of blood on his back as well.
"What?" Ezreal tilts his head, noticing that Kayn hasn't moved and is staring.
"Oh, nothing," he denies, sounding a little dazed, then stands up.
Ezreal raises an eyebrow at him, noting the unusually diminutive tone and body language as Kayn gets up, but when the taller man approaches him and kisses him—wrapping one arm around him while the other hand gently holds his chin tilted up into the kiss—Ezreal forgets what he was thinking in the first place.