Coming Together

Over the next week, the apartment turned into a haze of relentless sex. Sweat-slick skin, sticky sheets, and the lingering scent of cum stained every surface. Any reservation that either had held before seemed to melt away in the unrelenting passion of their lust. Kira had always known she loved to dominate, but Niko was just waking up to the pleasures of submission. She had him wrapped around her finger. Some nights, she'd make him kneel by the bed and edge her massive cock for hours with just the tip of his tongue until she finally allowed him to swallow her down. Mornings blurred into lazy rituals: Niko waking to the weight of her thighs across his chest, her morning wood heavy against his cheek as she murmured a simple phrase, "Suck it, slut.” He hardly needed instruction anymore, hollowing his cheeks around her girth, the salty flood of her morning release coating his throat like a reward he craved more each day.

She'd corner him in the kitchen while he cooked dinner, pressing him against the counter with her hips until her bulge ground insistently against his ass. "Feel that? That's what you do to me, cuz. One look at your cute little ass, and I'm leaking like a faucet." Her hands would roam and tease his nipples through his shirt, dipping into his waistband to flick the plug she'd insisted he wear. She demanded that he was to be loose and ready whenever she wanted. Sometimes she'd let him cum, quick and **** against her palm. Other times, she'd edge him until he begged for release. She was happy to oblige him, but it usually entailed a brutal pounding of his prostate until he leaked out a small load from his inferior cock. Kira never let him forget how much bigger and more virile she was than him.

In the Evenings, they’d collapse on the couch after classes, some mindless show flickering on the TV. Kira would sprawl like a queen, legs splayed wide, her cropped tee riding up to expose the underside of her breasts. "C'mere," she'd beckon, patting her thigh. Niko would crawl between her legs, nuzzling into the heat of her crotch, inhaling the musky promise until she unzipped and fed him inch after thick inch. She'd watch him work, fingers tangled in his moppy blond hair, guiding him with lazy thrusts.

But something quieter began to grow between them.

One Thursday evening, it was the kind of gray autumn day that made the apartment feel even smaller, more intimate. Classes had run late. Niko came home shivering, the first cold of the year catching him off guard. Kira was already there, sprawled on the couch in nothing but an oversized hoodie and thigh-high socks, scrolling her phone.

She looked up when he shut the door.

“You look freezing,” she said.

“Yeah. I forgot my coat.” Niko kicked off his shoes. He was about to head for the bathroom when Kira patted the cushion beside her.

“C’mere first.”

Niko hesitated out of habit, then crossed the room and sat. Kira immediately pulled him against her side, arm looping around his shoulders. The hoodie was warm from her body heat. She smelled like coffee and clean skin but the faint scent of her arousal was present.

She didn’t say anything for a long minute. Just held him. Her fingers traced idle circles on his upper arm and up his neck.

Niko let out a long, shaky breath.

“You’ve been so good this week,” she murmured. “Not just the sex, all of it. You wake up and take me every morning without complaint. You cook dinner with a plug in your ass and never once ask me to take it out. You crawl to me every night like it’s the only place you want to be.” She paused. “I notice, cuz. I notice every time you choose to give in a little more.”

Niko’s throat tightened. He turned his face into her neck, hiding.

“I like giving in to you,” he whispered. “I… I didn’t think I would. I thought I’d hate it. But I don’t. I feel… safe. Like I don’t have to be anything else when I’m with you.”

“Even when I’m mean to you? Do you still like it then?”

Kira’s fingers traced a delicate line across Niko’s forehead. She stared into his soul as her eyes locked on his, intense but loving.

“Even when you’re mean…” Niko tried to look away but Kira was too captivating. “I still like it.”

"You really mean that?" she asked quietly. "Even when I push you. Even when I make you crawl and beg and take every inch down your throat until you ****. You still like it?"

Niko nodded. His voice came out small.

"Yeah. I do."

Kira studied his face for a long moment. Her thumb brushed over his cheekbone.

"Why?" she asked. "Tell me the truth. No bullshit."

Niko swallowed. He tried to look away but she held his chin gently and made him meet her eyes.

"Because it is you," he said. "Because when you tell me to kneel I do not feel weak. I feel... wanted. Like you see me. All of me. The parts I used to hate. And you still want them. You still want me to be yours."

"I do see you," she said. "Every fucking piece. The shy kid who never asked for what he wanted. The boy who blushes when I call him slut. The one who leaks just from hearing my voice. I see it all. And I want it all."

She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, her warm tender lips made him feel both safe and aroused.

"But I need to know you are not just saying yes because you think that is what I want to hear."

Niko shook his head.

"I am not. I swear. I used to think I wanted to be the one in charge. The one who made the moves. But every time you take over... every time you decide... it feels better than anything I ever imagined doing on my own."

Kira let out a slow breath.

"Good," she said. "Because I am not going to stop. I like owning you. I like watching you fall apart for me. I like knowing that when I snap my fingers you drop to your knees without thinking. That is not changing."

"I do not want it to change," Niko whispered.

Kira smiled.

“Come here.”

She tugged him down until he was half lying across her lap, head resting on her soft, ample chest. Kira shifted so she could look down at him, one hand stroking through his damp hair while the other rested possessively across his chest.

Kira kissed him gently, first on his ear before moving down to his jaw. Niko melted under her tender touch. It was a side of her he had never seen. He felt safe and cared for. Her hand wandered down his torso as she kissed. Finding its way to his stomach, she lifted his shirt and brushed his soft, tender skin. Niko whimpered and moaned. His cock began to strain in his pants.

“I love how you react to my touch, cuz. You’re such a good little pet.”

Kira kept kissing him. Slow soft kisses along his neck and collarbone. Her fingers kept moving. They traced lazy patterns over his stomach, then dipped lower. She palmed him through his jeans. She felt how hard he already was. She rubbed the heel of her hand against the bulge in slow circles.

Niko couldn’t form words. He just pressed his hips up into her hand and moaned.

Kira kissed him on the mouth again. This time deeper. Her tongue slid against his. She kept stroking him through the denim. Long slow drags that made him leak more. The wet spot grew under her palm.

She pulled back just enough to speak.

"Take these off."

Niko lifted his hips. Kira tugged his jeans and boxers down together. She tossed them aside. His cock sprang free. It was hard and flushed. A clear bead of precum sat at the tip. Kira wrapped her fingers around him. Skin to skin now. She stroked slow and firm from base to tip, twisting gently over the head then back down.

Niko moaned into her shoulder. His hips rocked up into her grip.

Kira kept the pace steady. She did not speed up. She watched his face. She saw every twitch, every flutter of his lashes. When his breathing turned sharp and his balls drew up tight she stopped. Her hand stayed wrapped around him. She let him throb in her grip while he rode the edge. No movement, just the heat of her palm against his **** cock.

"Please," Niko whispered.

"Not yet," she said softly.

She started again. Same slow strokes. She brought him right to the edge once more. Then stopped. She did it three more times. Each time Niko whimpered louder. His hips jerked. His thighs trembled. Precum leaked steadily over her fingers.

When he was shaking and babbling soft pleas Kira finally released him.

She tugged the oversized hoodie up just enough to bare her lower half. Her cock was already rock hard. Thick and veined. The head glistened. She stroked herself lazily.

Niko turned around to face her, his eyes locked on her magnificent shaft. With a single finger, Kira motioned her cousin to get on top of her. Niko straddled her hips. His knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of her. Niko whimpered as their cocks brushed together. Kira lifted his shirt over his head. She gripped her shaft and tapped it against his **** and throbbing manhood. Not a word was spoke, but Niko understood her dominance.

Kira reached into her sweatshirt pocket and retrieved a small tube of lube. Opening the top, she squirted a generous dollop onto her cock head. She gave Niko a knowing look and he began to spread the liquid all over her member.

“That’s it, make sure it’s nice and wet.”

Slowly, Niko worshiped her cock with his hands. He took his time making sure that her more than foot long cock was amply covered. Kira guided him with steady hands on his waist. She had to lift him up a bit in order to fit her erect shaft underneath him. She lined the fat head of her cock up with his entrance. Reflexively, Niko began to grind down into her.

“Good boy, you’ve learned so well.”

Gently, Kira began to push her hips ever so slightly forward while Niko continued to grind. Without warning, her wide tip popped inside his **** hole. Niko gasped. His cock leaked a bead of thin precum onto Kira’s soft porcelain stomach. Kira reached down and collected it on her finger.

“Open up.”

Obediently, Niko opened and stuck out his tongue. Kira placed her finger into his mouth and Niko sucked off his own discharge while he continued to grind on her tip.

Kira placed her hands on his narrow hips commandingly and began to pull down slowly.

"Slow," she said. "Feel every inch."

Niko sank down carefully. The stretch was intense. It always was, but tonight there was no rush. No bruising grip forcing him down. Kira let him take her at his own pace. Her hands stayed steady on his hips, not forcing, only guiding. Her thumbs stroked soothing circles over his hipbones.

Kira’s cock began to disappear inside of Niko with agonizing hesitation. He could feel every inch, every bump, every vein as it slipped past his hole. When he was finally seated, her full length buried deep, balls pressed to his ass, Kira groaned low in her throat.

"Fuck baby. So tight."

Kira lifted up her sweatshirt, exposing her perfect white tits. She pulled him forward until their chests touched. Her arms wrapped around his back. She rocked up into him in slow rolling thrusts. Deep. Deliberate. Grinding against his prostate on every pass. Niko's head fell to her shoulder, his soft moans muffled against her neck. Kira kissed his temple, then his cheek. Her lips explored his neck and found their way back to his ear.

"Ride me," she whispered. "Nice and slow. Just like this."

Niko obeyed. He lifted and sank in a gentle rhythm. He felt every thick inch drag inside him. Kira's hands roamed. Over his back. Down to his ass. Squeezing. Spreading him wider so she could sink even deeper. She kissed him again. Their tongues sliding together while their hips moved in perfect sync.

Kira’s cock began to move more freely in Niko’s ass. His muscles relaxed and was more easily accommodating her girth.

“Fuck, Niko, your ass is milking my cock. You’re so perfect.”

Niko’s ass started to make an audible slap as his pace increased. He moved his hips so that Kira’s curve was stroking his prostate with every pass. He was so **** from Kira’s teasing and was already getting close.

One hand slipped between them. Kira wrapped her fingers around his leaking cock and stroked in time with his movements. Firm. Steady. Never quite fast enough to let him tip over the edge.

"You feel so good around me," she breathed against his lips. "So perfect. My good boy."

Niko's rhythm faltered. His hips stuttered as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

"Kira please."

"Not yet," she murmured. "Wait for me."

Kira started to push up into him. She sped up slightly, thrusting even deeper. She gripped his cock tightly, strangling it in her strong hands. Her own breathing turned ragged. Her balls drew up tight against his ass.

"Now," she growled. "Cum with me."

She started to stroke his cock again as her own thrusts grew harder and faster. She slammed up hard once. Twice. Burying herself to the hilt as she came. Her cock swelled as rope after rope of her hot load was pumped deep inside. At the same moment her hand twisted over his head and Niko released. His thin but copious load spilled out over her bare chest. He moaned in ecstasy as his pent up lust was unloaded on his cousin. Kira fucked him straight through his orgasm, pounding his prostate and propelling his discharge further than it had ever gone. After Niko finished, Kira was still riding out the rest of her high. She continued filling him long after he had stopped shooting. She gripped his ass possessively, holding him in place as she planted her seed in his ass.

When the aftershocks finally faded Kira did not pull out. She wrapped both arms around him. Held him close, her cum slick cock still buried deep.

"Stay right here," she murmured into his hair. "Just like this."

Niko’s cum glued them together, her soft tits sticking to his chest. Niko nodded weakly, feeling boneless and sated. His face was tucked against her neck. Kira kissed the top of his head.

"Don't get used to this." Kira spoke into his ear, both of them rising and falling together as their breathing slowed down together. "You're still my cocksleeve, and I'm still going to use you however I want."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Now that you're used to my size I'm going to have to find new ways to **** you and make you uncomfortable. I'm going to get bored if you just accept everything."

Niko felt her cock twitch inside of him. His insides were warm and full and he nuzzled deeper into her embrace. He was both excited and nervous about what she might do to push things further. As he closed his eyes and began to drift off, he felt a big glob of her thick cum ooze out around her softening cock. He pictured it flowing down and over her balls and he felt happier than he could ever remember feeling.