Chapter 41: 41

Rehab dragged on, with endless laps around the gym, pointless stretches, the therapist droning about mindfulness while Azxel barely heard a word.

His entire focus stayed on Sky: the way his muscles shifted under the dark shirt, the occasional brush of fingers against his own, the low hum of approval when Azxel obeyed without question.

Sky was being weird, he wasn’t a type to follow instructions but hell yeah, azxel was ready for it.

Every glance from Sky felt like a reward, every second apart a punishment. By the time the session ended, Azxel was buzzing with restless need, clinging to Sky’s arm as they walked back toward Sky’s room.

The halls were quieter now, most students shuffled off to group or meds. Sky’s hand slid down to rest at the base of Azxel’s spine, guiding him with that familiar pressure.

“You’re sweaty,” Sky murmured, voice low and amused. “Stink like effort. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Azxel’s stomach flipped at the words. He nodded eagerly, already imagining Sky’s hands on him under hot water, soap slick fingers tracing every inch. “Yeah. Please.”

Sky’s room was closer. He pushed the door open, tugged Azxel inside, and locked it behind them with a soft click that sounded final.

The bathroom attached was small white tile, institutional shower but Sky had made it his own: a few thick towels folded neatly, a bottle of unscented soap he preferred.

“Strip,” Sky said casually, turning on the spray. Steam began to fill the space almost immediately.

Azxel obeyed fast, peeling off the dark shirt and pants, kicking them aside. His piercings caught the light, silver rings through both nipples, the thicker one through the head of his cock and his skin still faintly marked from last night.

He stepped under the water when Sky nodded, sighing as the heat hit his shoulders.

Sky didn’t join him right away. He leaned against the doorframe, watching with half lidded eyes as Azxel tilted his head back, allowing the water streaming down his chest, over the rings, between his legs. Azxel’s cock twitched under the attention, starting to fill.

“Turn around,” Sky said. “Hands on the wall.”

Azxel did, his palms flat against cool floor and his legs spreading instinctively. The water pounded against his back, running in rivulets down his spine, over his ass. He heard the soft clink of metal behind him, then Sky was there, naked now, his body pressing close. But instead of soap, Azxel felt cold steel around his left wrist.

A cuff. Then the other. Sky had threaded a short chain through the showerhead pipe long enough for Azxel to stand, short enough that his arms were pulled high above his head, his chest stretched, back arched. The position left him completely exposed, his ass pushed out, and his legs trembling slightly to keep balance.

“Sky—?” Azxel’s voice cracked, half question, half plea.

Sky didn’t answer with words. He just pressed in closer, his chest to Azxel’s back, cock hard and hot against the cleft of his ass. One hand splayed over Azxel’s stomach, holding him still; the other reached for the soap, lathering quickly. But the touch wasn’t gentle. Fingers dragged roughly over nipples, tugging the rings until Azxel whimpered, then down his sides, his nails scraping lightly.

The soap was discarded. Sky’s hand slid lower, cupping Azxel’s balls, rolling them once, twice, then further back. Two fingers circled his hole without warning, slick with leftover soap and water, pressing in to the first knuckle.

Azxel gasped, jerking his hips forward, chains rattling softly. The stretch burned fast, there wasn’t lube but his body opened greedily anyway, still loose from last night, hungry for it.

Sky didn’t ease in. He shoved both fingers deep in one thrust, curling immediately to grind against Azxel’s prostate. Azxel cried out, the sound echoing off tile, his back bowing as pleasure punched through him sharp and sudden.

“There it is,” Sky murmured against his ear, voice dark honey. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in brutal strokes, fingers scissoring and twisting on every plunge. The wet slap of his hand against Azxel’s ass mixed with the shower, obscene and loud.

Azxel’s cock bobbed untouched, fully hard now, the ring pulling tight as the head flushed dark red. Pre-cum mixed with water, dripping steadily. Every thrust of Sky’s fingers forced a broken moan from his throat, his body rocking forward onto his toes, and the chains clinking in rhythm.

Sky added a third finger without slowing down, stretching him wider, the burn blooming hot and perfect. He fucked Azxel open roughly, his knuckles brushing his rim on every withdraw, then driving back in to batter that spot inside until Azxel’s legs shook violently.

“Please… Sky.. fuck —” Azxel sobbed, dropping his head forward, the water streaming down his face. His hole clenched greedily around the intrusion, fluttering each time Sky’s fingers dragged over his prostate.

Sky’s other hand gripped Azxel’s hip hard enough to bruise, holding him steady as he finger fucked him faster, relentless, the pace almost punishing. Azxel’s cock leaked in a near constant stream now, ring glinting wetly, balls drawn up tight.

“You’re gonna come just like this,” Sky growled against his neck. “No touching. Just my fingers wrecking your greedy little hole.”

Azxel keened, high and desperate, his body seizing as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter. One more brutal twist of Sky’s fingers curling hard and he shattered.

He came with a strangled cry, untouched cock pulsing hard, thick ropes of white splattering the wall in front of him, some caught by the water and washed away. His hole clamped down rhythmically, milking Sky’s fingers in tight spasms, his thighs trembling so badly he would have fallen if not for the chains.

Sky didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through it, drawing the orgasm out until Azxel was whimpering oversensitive, tears mixing with shower water, body jerking with every too-much touch.

Only then did Sky slowly withdraw, his fingers slipping out with a wet sound. He pressed a mocking kiss to the back of Azxel’s neck, reaching up to unhook the cuffs. Azxel sagged immediately, his legs giving out. Sky caught him easily, turning him to press against the wall, water still pouring over them both.

“Good boy,” Sky whispered, his voice soft now, almost tender, but sadly it wasn’t. He chuckled seeing how Azxel state was. He was proud of himself.

He rinsed Azxel clean with slow hands, as if the brutal fingering had never happened.

Azxel clung to him weakly, breathless and shaking, face buried in Sky’s shoulder.

He didn’t notice the satisfied curve of Sky’s smile against his hair or the way Sky’s eyes gleamed, plans already shifting, tightening, ready for the next step in breaking him beautifully.