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Ezreal wanted to curse out to whatever gods were out there who would listen to him in the situation he had put himself in. Why had he listened to his seniors in K/DA? Maybe he would have been spared from the embarrassment and absolute torture, but he had brought this upon himself. What could Ezreal have done to regret ever being born and wish to crawl back into the void?
Three words: clone a willy.
In his defense, it was all Kayn’s fault! Kayn had gotten in trouble enough times with Yone and Sett that they put Ezreal in charge of holding and monitoring Kayn’s keys to his motorcycle, a deathtrap for everyone if you asked Ezreal. Still, he secretly enjoys watching Kayn ride that lunk of metal and gears. That’s beside the point! Kayn had been so fed up with Akali ignoring his texts that he texted Evelynn directly for a hangout, mostly because Akali had stolen some of Kayn’s jewelry and promised to buy him new ones. Unfortunately, the other band members were traveling to help promote a new album the group had worked on since before their debut song. Ezreal would rather completely fry his hair than spend more than 30 minutes shopping with Kayn and Akali. As a compromise between the two males, Kayn would drive him and Ezreal to K/DA’s apartment, where he’d drop Ezreal off to hang out with Ahri and Evelynn while he and Akali would take her car to the mall hop.
Ezreal now regrets his decision to stay back and hang out with Evelynn and Ahri, who bombard him with extremely invasive questions about his relationship with Kayn. Ezreal could best describe the two of them as friends with benefits—lots of benefits, benefits that come quite often.
But with the ways the girls were prodding at him, Ezreal is genuinely beginning to question the friends part of the friends with benefits. Or maybe he’d always known but lied to himself for so long that it all burst out in the brightly lit condo of a five-member girl group. Also known as Ezreal’s current hellscape.
“I don’t know if I like him or his dick!” Ezreal fell back onto the spot on the couch between Ahri and Evelynn. “Like, what if his dick was so good it made me think I was in love with him? What if, in reality, he’s a really shitty partner!” Ezreal shot back up, clutching one of the well-decorated throw pillows to his chest. At least Ahri was kind enough to pat him on his shoulder to comfort Ezreal while trying to suppress her laughing while Evelynn, on his left, lost her shit.
“Oh boy, you are an absolute jewel, Ez,” Evelynn cooed, pulling his cheeks. “Come on, Ev. The poor boy is suffering from TGD, Too Good Dick.” Ezreal pushes Evelynn’s hand away while giving Ahri a betrayed look. Evelynn calmed herself down before leaning close to Ezreal’s ear from behind, whispering almost seductively, “There is only one easy solution.”
That’s what led to Ezreal and his current situation. Here he is, sitting on Kayn’s lap, thighs wrapped around a plastic cylindrical tube that has two things inside, casting mold and Kayn’s very erect dick. Ezreal changed his mind; he was cursing Evelynn and Ahri in his mind and THEN cursing out any god out there. Evelynn’s words rang clear in his mind, “Remove the dick from the person.”
The instructions that came with the kit state that the “penis must stay fully erect throughout the solidifying process of the molding powder,” and Kayn kept complaining about how the cold material was uncomfortable and challenging to stay hard with. So Kayn, in his ever so brilliant mind, suggested that Ezreal keep the tube warm and help keep Kayn hard. Ezreal wanted to say no; being so close and intimate with Kayn made his soul shrink, but Kayn was right. This was Ezreal’s idea. Ezreal even suggested that they’d use a cock ring instead, but all Kayn had heard was that they should use BOTH the cock ring and Ezreal. Just his luck.
“Well, you said yourself that the groups’ getting busier with the new album coming out. Just lie and tell him you’re gonna use it when he’s not physically there,” Ahri reasoned with Ezreal’s fear of Kayn finding this all weird and learning about Ezreal’s true doubts and intentions. That’s the same excuse he’d given Kayn, almost word for word.
Thankfully, Kayn showed Ezreal some mercy as Ezreal sat on Kayn’s lap, facing away from him, his back touching Kayn’s chest. But that doesn’t account for the way Kayn’s arms wrapped around Ezreal’s waist or the fact that Kayn had been kissing and nipping at Ezreal’s neck.
“Yone was right, hah—we need to get you a muzzle,” Ezreal sighs and lulls his head back to rest on Kayn’s shoulder as he licks a long strip from Ezreal’s neck to his ear. “Mn, but you love being marked up all pretty.” Ezreal shivers as Kayn drops his voice deep and low, hands rubbing his sides. Kayn thumbed the inside of Ezreal’s shorts and moved his hand towards Ezreal’s inner thigh.
Ez couldn’t even lie to him if he wanted to; he loves getting marked up by Kayn. It satisfies the deep tickle in his stomach, and Kayn bites hard enough that the marks stay for days. Sometimes, between showers or dance practices, Ezreal would spend real minutes in the day just staring at the black and blue scattering his skin, more often than not pressing down harsh enough to draw out a pretty whimper. He won’t lie; Ezreal is a sadomasochist, with emphasis on the masochist part, but if anyone makes fun of him for that, he’ll happily point out that Kayn gets off when you degrade him. But no one heard it from Ezreal directly.
“Kayn,” Ez sighed and reached to grab at Kayn’s wrist as they began to wander his smooth skin, trying to map and memorize the way flesh squeezes and pulls. “What? Gonna handcuff me too now,” Kayn roughly grabbed Ezreal’s thighs again, but this time, he pushed them tighter together around the plastic cylinder Ezreal had almost forgotten about. “I wouldn’t mind if you were wondering. I’d love to be cuffed and watch you bounce on my cock, trying to get yourself off. Use me as one of your toys,” Kayn moaned into Ezreal’s ear.
It was all too much—the hands, the mouth, the words, and the pressure. Ezreal felt crazy, trapped in a snare that he set himself up to catch stray feelings and bottle them up. Kayn had fully captured Ezreal, teasing and pulling all of his strings to play Ez like one of the many instruments in Kayn’s room.
Ezreal sits up, rather curls in on himself, whimpering, and fuck, why is it so hot in here. Surely it’s warm enough for him to remove his thighs, and as Ezreal slowly moves to get off and away from Kayn, from the bubbling feeling in his stomach, the blistering heat of the room, Kayn sharply inhales and pushes Ezreal’s knees together.
“Where do you think you’re going, princelet?” A harsh shiver ran down Ezreal’s spine as Kayn nearly growled into his ear. His boxers seem to be extremely tight today, maybe Aphelios accidentally shrunk the garment in the wash, but the tug from Kayn’s force yanked at the underwear and essentially squeezed Ezreal’s poor cock. The rough treatment and demanding voice nearly sent Ezreal over the edge. And he wasn’t even fully hard, chubbed at most. “Hah-, Kayn it’s too hot.”
“Hm, you’re right, this is fucking hot. I have an eager boy sitting all pretty on my lap, warming the cock that’s gonna pound in him.” A moan slips out of Ezreal’s lips, which were feeling chapped due to gasping constantly. His eyes flutter shut as his body begins to go limp in Kayn’s secure grip. “Fuck-don’t say shit like that.” Ezreal wanted to argue, to bite back that they wouldn’t do anything after, but then he’d be lying to himself.
“What shit should I say then, sweets?” Ezreal was about to turn his head and snap at Kayn for the nickname, but as he opened his mouth, a long moan left his throat instead of words. Roughed hands calloused by the guitar pinched and rolled Ezreal’s nipples under his shirt, and a high whine escaped his teeth. “Should I say how the thought of you fucking yourself on a replica of my dick made me harder than I’ve ever been? Or should I mention that without this stupid ring, I would’ve already busted my load to all the sounds you’ve been making?”
A cry of relief crawled its way out of Ezreal’s throat as the loud and blaring timer for the mold they had set went off. Both bodies jumped to remove the stupid fucking plastic cylinder, but not wanting to ruin the first mold, Ezreal made sure to follow the instructions to peel the mold off carefully. Which proved to be way more challenging than he initially thought, even though his mind was extremely hazy.
Present Ezreal is silently thanking Past Ezreal for vetoing Evelynn’s choice of buying a vibrating dildo, a process that takes longer than the basic clone-a-willy model. The faster the two artists can take the mold off, the quicker they can get on with their night, which includes coming for both of them, Ezreal prays.
Kayn places the item off to the side of the bed, ripping off the cock ring that seemed to work if they had to base it off how red the head of Kayn’s cock had gotten. Once out of his hands, Ezreal grabs the collar of Kayn’s shirt (why he decided to keep his shirt on, Ezreal doesn’t fucking know) and pulls him into a harsh kiss. Lips colliding with the other, swallowing little sounds and drinking in the other as desperately as they could. Although Ezreal’s hands remained stationary, gripping Kayn’s shirt, the same can’t be said about Kayn’s hands. As their kiss deepened, tongue mapping the mouth of the other, Kayn’s hands began to wander and grab the plump of Ezreal’s ass, drawing a high-pitched whine that Kayn drank up eagerly.
“Let’s get these off ya, huh bunny,” Kayn teased, grabbing the heam of Ezreal’s hoodie and slowly pulling them over his head. Ezreal wanted to complain, tell Kayn to stop taking his time and rip the clothing off, but all words seemed to stop as Kayn kissed Ez’s v-line. It only takes Kayn’s lips gently brushing against his skin to render him speechless. Rough hands guided the fabric up Ezreal’s torso as warm lips followed the path. When the hoodie finally, finally, popped over Ezreal’s head, two lips aggressively connected together, Kayn’s hands curling into the spot on Ezreal’s hips and Ezreal’s hand snaking up and tugging the magenta dyed hair, both feeling at home.
It was suffocatingly erotic the way Kayn’s hands were burning at his hips and how he could drink every gasp and moan Kayn let out when Ezreal pulled his hair harder than the careful carding. In this position, it was easy for Kayn to guide Ezreal to lie on the bed as he quickly took Ez’s shorts and underwear off.
A harsh shiver ran through Ezreal’s spine, his toes curling, and a pathetic moan slipped out loudly as the two separated from their kiss. Kayn had laid down next to Ez, watching him with his full attention, taking note of his reaction and response. One of Kayn’s large, rough hands pressed against Ezreal’s hole with an eye-rolling, delicious pressure. Ezreal rested his head against Kayn’s shoulder as his eyes rolled closed, Kayn playing with Ezreal to make the prettiest sounds.
Kayn smelled so good to Ezreal. The earthy smell of white jasmine was covered slightly by the sweaty musk of Kayn’s skin. He could get high off the scent, burying his nose deeper into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Taking in multiple deep inhales, Ezreal wondered if Kayn would taste as good as he smelled. Before his thoughts could catch up to him, his tongue lulled out and licked the underside of Kayn’s ear.
“Fuck baby, I’m not gonna last long enough to get inside of you. So fucking hot I can’t control myself.” Ezreal groaned as Kayn rasped those words so deeply into his ear, biting his earlobe in the process.
He can’t even think straight, the blistering heat dripping from Kayn’s lips and the commanding presence of his hands, kneading and pulling the cheeks of his ass. Ezreal hadn’t noticed Kayn flipped him over to his other side. His back pressed against Kayn’s chest like they had been earlier, not a few minutes ago.
Bending over to Ezreal’s bedside drawer, Kayn half-hazardly ripped the drawer open and rummaged around, looking for lube, pinching Ezreal’s butt as he whined with impatience. Ezreal took the time to rub his ass against Kayn’s dick absent-mindedly, humming at the tiny shocks of pleasure running up and down to his toes. Kayn growled deeply as he turned back and bit down on Ez’s shoulder, leaving a red spot and a string of spit. “Impatient little thing, I ought to teach you some manners.”
Ezreal scoffed, arching his back and looking at Kayn over his shoulder. He watched as Kayn squirted out an obscene amount of lube. “You, of all people, shouldn’t be teaching others about manners,” he said.
“Watch your tongue, rabbit.”
“I think you should watch it for me,” Ezreal sighed, making a show of sticking his tongue out and sucking his fingers, letting some of his drool dribble out the side of his lips. A loud slap echoed through the empty room. Ezreal’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Kayn rubbed the growing red spot on Ez’s ass. The pain from the slap sent shock waves that made the lower base of Ezreal’s neck tingle, and he had to muffle his scream by biting down on his own fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, hurry up, you ass!”
Kayn chuckled, spreading the now warmed lube in between Ez’s thighs, slicking them up, and moving back so that their bodies pressed against each other. In this position, Ezreal felt Kayn press his thighs together as his dick slid in between them. “Be a good boy and squeeze those fucking thighs for me. Maybe then I’ll let you cum like the whore you are.”
No words in the dictionary could describe how loud of a moan Ezreal let out, innerly thanking the same gods he’d been cursing earlier that no one else was in their apartment. Kayn’s hand, the one that was not on his thigh, wrapped under Ezreal to loosely grab his throat, and Ezreal’s hand flew to hold onto his wrists. Kayn leaned down to Ezreal’s ear to whisper, “It’s so wet down there like you’re fucking leaking for me. Is that what you want? Me to fuck into your dripping cunt?”
“Fu-hah, Kayn. Please, do something.” He couldn’t even recognize his own voice by how whiney it’d become, but he couldn’t care. The tight coil in his gut began to burn from the inside out, so close to the edge, but he was unable to push himself off. Kayn’s smile curled deeply as he tightened the hand around the neck littered with hickeys.
The movement of Kayn thrusting his heavy cock between the flesh of Ezreal’s thighs, the head of his dick rubbing against the lower shaft of Ezreal’s, was addicting. And the hand applying pressure to slow the blood flow into Ez’s brain was numbing. He couldn’t even think outside the thought of Kayn. The hand that once was deathly gripping Ezreal’s thighs moves loosely to pump his leaking dick, and Ezreal curls in on himself as his eyes flutter close, his mouth gaping open, trying to inhale as much of the hot air into his lungs. “Baby, I’m gonna cum. Be a doll and moan for me.” Ezreal squeezed Kayn’s wrist as everything became too much too quick.
Ezreal reacts and moans, not just because Kayn had told him to, but also due to the fact Kayn tightened his grip on Ezreals leaking cock, tugging rapidly to match the pace set by his hips. Together, they came undone as Kayn bit down onto Ezreal’s shoulder, deep enough for some blood to flow, and Ezreal screamed as his back arched and toes curled. His eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head, to the point that it hurt momentarily as his body hardly shivered. The teasing and soft edging had finally boiled over in the most delicious way ever, the coil finally unwinding to completion. Pleasure coursing through Ezreal’s body, from top to bottom, had his vision go blank white, unable to muffle his scream that definitely bothers his neighbors. But he couldn’t give a damn at the moment because the last damn broke, and a flood of ecstasy flooded his senses.
His skin buzzed, laying limp with the mixture of his own and Kayn’s cum and the excessive lube. He could barely notice that Kayn had retracted his grip on Ez’s neck as he struggled to get enough air into his lungs, the body still shaking as he slowly began to curl in on himself.
Ezreal’s vision was still blurry, the white fading in the corner of his eyes, as Kayn began to clean the two bodies, pressing gentle kisses all along Ezreal’s body, following the hands that moved with a damp cloth. If his ears weren’t as muffled as they were, Ezreal could hear the soft words being murmured into his skin, following the trail of lukewarm water left from the cloth. Ez had whined when the rough cloth ran over his inner thighs and dick, both still extremely sensitive.
Leaning down to kiss his ear, Kayn once again whispered into Ezreal’s ear, “You did so well for me, spotlight. So perfect.” Hearing those words said softly to Ez, he keened and leaned slightly towards Kayn’s face. Kayn finished a half-assed clean-up and threw the soiled cloth toward Ezreal’s laundry basket, which was currently buried under a mountain of clothes. He slotted himself behind Ezreal and wrapped his arms around his bandmate’s tiny waist, leaving small pecks along the nape of Ez’s neck.
“Rest, perfect rabbt.”
As if a spell had been cast on Ezreal, his eyelids began to flutter shut, but his heart also began to stutter a bit. The gentle hands, soft words, and the slow care movements had made Ezreal feel things. And the last thought Ezreal had before succumbing to sleep was cursing Evelynn because that dick was magical, and maybe so was the person it was attached to.