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Kayn doesn’t even know how long he’s been running on the treadmill. But he doesn’t feel tired, not in the slightest. He runs, runs, and runs, never stopping, trying to delay the moment he has to come home. Home to Ezreal, and only him.

It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He’s gonna be fine. Nothing to worry about. The chill running along his spine, the cold sweat sticking to his forehead, the tingle in his fingers, it’s all fine.

Nothing to worry about.

“How long are you gonna keep going?”

Concentration lost, Kayn almost falls off the treadmill but his quick reflexes allow him to step down from it with no issues, turning around to face the origin of all of his worries.

“Wow, hey, don’t hurt yourself–”, the voice, now filled with worry, hurries to him, hands reaching out in case he falls.

“Hey, Ezreal.”, Kayn awkwardly greets, “Rare to see you at the gym–”, he tries a bit of banter, but Ezreal looks like he’s not in the mood for it.

He stands there, with a pout on his face and furrowed brows, hair disheveled after he removes a pink knit beanie. The green strands stand up with electricity, and he fluffs them down with a hand. Kayn notices the pretty yellow polish on his fingernails, and the ring. A simple silver band on his index. One he stole from Kayn’s stash to try on, and one Kayn didn’t try to get back.

Something about Ezreal wearing his jewelry…

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t be here if someone was answering his phone.”, Ezreal cuts him off from his wandering thoughts, crossing his arms, “Do you know how late it is right now?”

“Oh.”, is all he can say.

With a quick glance to a wall of the gym where sits a giant clock that he should have kept his eyes on, Kayn realizes that it’s already midnight. It's almost 1 am already. Ezreal should be asleep, warm under his sheets, snoring cutely with his mouth a bit open, rubbing his feet together to comfort himself into a restful night. And Kayn should be tossing and turning in his own bed, trying to avoid thinking about his cute bandmate next door.

“Go take a shower, grab your things, and let’s go home. I’m tired and I just wanna go to sleep. I’ll scold you tomorrow.”, Ezreal orders.

“I’m not a kid–”

Ezreal is quick on his feet despite his obvious tiredness, to push a finger on Kayn’s lips. Kayn chooses to ignore how it feels.

“Don’t even.”, his bandmate warns, and Kayn has to concentrate before swallowing his saliva, worried it might be too loud, betraying a sudden nervousness on his side, “I’m older than you, so listen to me.”, he adds, making Kayn chuckle a bit.

“By what? Two months?”

“Eight.”

“Wooooooah, impressive.”, Kayn teases, enjoying the look of pure annoyance on Ezreal’s face.

It settles his anxiety, to joke around with him. To act like they usually are, the stupid banter, the fake love-hate friendship. They’re good friends. Just good friends. And everything will be fine.

“Can you just go take your shower? You fucking stink. And I wanna go to sleep, I told you”, Ezreal then says, and that shoots Kayn’s anxiety right back up.

“Is it that bad..?”, he mumbles to himself, lifting the collar of his gym shirt to his nose to check it out, not noticing anything too bad.

Ezreal grabs his collar too, not feeling any shame as he sniffs Kayn’s shirt, leaning into his space as if it’s nothing, and the rapper is frozen in place. He can stare at the top of Ezreal’s head, where blond roots are growing before meeting green, Kayn can feel the popstar’s body heat, can sense the notes of vanilla and–

“You just smell like you’ve been running for your life for more than 3 hours, completely ignoring my calls, not noticing how late it’s been, not caring that someone’s been worried to death that his idiot of a bandmate got kidnapped on the way out of his usual end of the day workout.”, Ezreal complains with a snapping tone, pushing Kayn away with a tap on his chest, but Kayn can feel the relief in his voice.

Just good old sweat then. Still, it’s enough for him to agree that a shower would be a good thing to do right now.

“I’ll be right back.”

And so is he. Cleaned, changed, joining Ezreal at the entrance who’s balancing himself on the tip of his toes, then on his heels, going back and forth. Kayn cannot help but want to ruffle his stupid green hair, but advises against it just as Ezreal notices him and makes the move to leave the gym quickly.

“Let’s go. ‘m tired.”, Ezreal mumbles, stepping outside first.

The night is silent. Just the crunch of their shoes in the piled snow as they walk, with Kayn following behind Ezreal, staring at his back. He snorts when he notices how big Ezreal’s winter coat is on him, knowing Ezreal probably ordered it online and didn’t check if his tiny body would properly fill it. It’s so quiet and cold that for a second, Kayn forgets why he didn’t even want to come home. Forgets the way his skin prickles, how his body heat spikes up whenever Ezreal turns around while walking to make sure Kayn’s following, and the itchiness on his lower back.

“Are you stressed about something?”, Ezreal asks out of nowhere, stopping in his tracks to turn around, waiting for Kayn to stop in front of him.

Kayn can tell, from the look in Ezreal’s eyes, that he won’t get away with a lie. But he has to, because Ezreal… He can’t tell Ezreal the truth. Can’t tell him about the itch on his fingers and forearms, the pulsing pain in his gums, the dryness in his throat and the heat in his lower stomach. Can’t tell him about the collar waiting for him in his bedroom, or the amount of pills on his bedside table.

“Just feeling a bit under the weather. I just wanted to sweat it out.”, he tries, because there is some truth in it, obviously not all of it, but maybe Ezreal will let it go.

The popstar just hums and takes a hand out of his pockets to lay it over Kayn’s forehead, and the cold touch of his thin and short fingers against the rapper’s feverish head makes a genuine sigh of relief escape past his lips.

“Idiot.”, Ezreal says, removing his hand to then grab Kayn’s wrist and pull him forward, forcing him to walk alongside him at a quicker pace, “Going to the gym with a fever. Worrying your friends and all when you could have stayed at home under the covers.”, he grumbles.

And Kayn’s heart skips a beat, all warm from Ezreal’s weird way of saying he cares for him.

The rest of the walk is still silent, except from Kayn’s loud heartbeat in his chest, that he’s glad gets muffled under the heavy layers of clothes he has to wear in this December weather. Ezreal is focused on getting home quickly, his grip on Kayn’s wrist not faltering, the cold metal of the stolen silver band against the rapper’s skin. Kayn cannot look elsewhere. Not when Ezreal’s hand gets all red from the cold but he chooses to not let go. Not when the lights of the street lamp make the silver ring shine so brightly. For a second, Kayn daydreams, thinking of a winter date just like this.

But all of a sudden, the pain spikes up. Kayn cannot walk, as he reaches for his heart with his free hand, feeling it contracting. He stops right there, short-breathed, eyes wide open in fear of what could happen next.

Keep it in. Hold it. Wait to be home. It’s okay. It’s going to be fine.

“Kayn…?”, Ezreal’s voice is soft, careful, filled with worry again.

“Sorry Ez, it’s just–,” he coughs, and it sounds terrible, “Fuck–”

I’m not going to be fine. Shit. SHIT.

Kayn can start to feel it, the shift in his bones, the crackle in his voice, his discolored eye pulsating. He’s changing. And all hope is gone. He has to be quick, and he has to ask for help.

“Ez, listen–”, he coughs again, “Usually it’s Sett or Yone helping me with this, but right now, I need you to help me out, okay?”

His voice is strained, and Ezreal can probably feel how he trembles in fear, but he has to save face. Has to keep his mind in control. And so he breathes in as much as he can once, holds it in a bit, and looks up to stare in Ezreal’s eyes.

“K-Kayn, your eye– It’s–”

“I know. Don’t worry. This happens.”, he puts a hand over this part of his face, where his skin is turning black and almost scale-like, “I need you to help me walk so we can quickly get home.”

“...O-Okay.”, Ezreal grabs his arm, puts it over his shoulders and tries to lift Kayn a bit as much as he can, their height difference proving to be an issue here.

He leverages Kayn against his side, and uses his hip to support and guide Kayn’s leg to take a step. It’s a bit of a mess, but better than nothing. Kayn’s mind turns a bit foggy, and it’s getting harder to concentrate. There’s not enough time left. He has to be quick and precise, and Ezreal has to listen.

“Ez, once we’re home, you help me lay down on my bed. There’s a chain with a collar. You attach the collar around my neck. And there’s pills on the bedside table, you force me to take them. Then you leave and close the door using my key.”

“W-What–”

“Promise me.”

“What do you mean a chain and– What kind of pills?”, Ezreal sounds more and more scared, stress shaking his voice as he speaks and Kayn can feel his body all tense against him, trying to hold him upright to walk.

“PROMISE ME.”, Kayn’s voice shifts to a lower and louder tone, Ezreal hiccuping in response, terrified, “Sorry– Ez, I’m sorry– I’ll explain later I promise just listen to me, please–”

The desperation hits him. Tears fill his now only working eye, and he’s scared too. Ezreal doesn’t deserve this. He should have expected it. Should have listened to Yone when he told him to not be careless and follow his calendar closely. Should have stayed home, locking the door of his bedroom and telling Ezreal to go somewhere else, to a friend’s house or something. He could have paid him a hotel room, but no, Kayn and his stupid pride, he thought he’d be fine.

‘Everything’s gonna be fine.’

Fucking idiot.

He can’t look at Ezreal’s face. Can’t even bear to see the fear on the man’s face. Ezreal doesn’t deserve this happening like this, right now, without explanation.

“I’m sorry–”, Kayn repeats, lowering his head, consciousness slipping with the fever rising.

“You’re gonna be okay, r-right?”, Ezreal asks, tightening his hold on the rapper.

Kayn wants to cry.

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Ezreal keeps crying. He sniffles, helpless, as he ties Kayn’s collar around his neck, hands too shaky to fasten the belt part of it. He tries to keep his eyes on it, tries not to look anywhere else, but it’s hard to focus.

“It has to be tighter, Ez.”, Kayn says, his voice so deep and hoarse.

Black has spread on half of his face, down his neck, all over his hands and arms and legs. The skin looks rough like sandpaper. His odd eye is glowing, red light pulsating with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Kayn’s sitting cross-legged on the mattress, breathing ragged, his fists tight on the sheets.

Whenever Ezreal’s hands touch his neck as he tries to attach the collar properly, Kayn growls, a deep sound that resonates in his chest.

“The pills, now.”, his voice sounds calm, but Ezreal can tell he isn’t.

Ezreal reaches for the bedside table, sitting on the side of the bed, his back turned to Kayn as he can’t bear to look him in the eye. Kayn’s expression is one of contained pain, but for how long? Ezreal can’t handle watching him suffer without being able to do anything about it. He grabs the bottle of pills, and tries to read for a second what’s written, but it’s too hard to think properly about whatever’s on there when he can hear fabric tearing behind him.

“Don’t turn around.”, Kayn asks, and despite the growl in his throat that made it sound like a warning, Ezreal can hear a plea.

‘Please, don’t look at me like that.’

His friend sounds different, but there’s so much pain, and fear. Ezreal can feel his own throat tighten, his hands are shaky as he puts the pills in his hands and Kayn groans with impatience.

“H-How many–”, Ezreal sniffles, stretching his arm behind him, far enough for Kayn to be able to reach it.

And then he feels it. A shaky hot breath against his skin, the graze of something sharp against his fingers, the lap of a wet muscle in his palm. The weight of the many pills in his hand disappear, but Kayn’s tongue doesn’t. It licks, teeth touching, and they feel way too sharp as they prickle his skin, a bit of pain tickling him. Then droplets of a liquid touch his hand too, and a hand wraps around his wrist. The hand is far too cold, the skin of it far too rough, and the fingers far too long.

“K-Kayn…?”

“I’m sorry–”, Kayn sobs, “I’m sorry Ezzie–”

The nickname has Ezreal’s lips twitching in a very small smile. Kayn’s fighting something, but it’s him. It’s Kayn. His friend.

“It’s still you, right…?”

“It’s always been me, I’m sorry– for hiding–”, Kayn cries, and Ezreal wants to turn around and hug him tight, but he cannot.

The grip on his wrist gets tight as Kayn can’t help but lick Ezreal’s skin, sending shivers down his spine that he can’t recognize as only fear anymore. Kayn’s meaty tongue feels heavier and longer, lapping up his whole palm in an easy sweep, and Ezreal feels the sharp edge of Kayn’s teeth again. They graze his skin when Kayn stops for a second to breathe him in, his skin cold to the touch but breath hot like fire. It does something to Ezreal’s pit, and he can feel his throat tightening. He remembers all the time he dreamed of Kayn tasting his skin like that, warm under his covers, teasing his tip and twisting his nipples as if it were the rapper’s hands on him.

“Ezzie…”, Kayn calls desperately, his mouth reaching Ezreal’s wrist to nip the skin there, and Ezreal wants to turn around and look at him.

Look at Kayn’s face, hopelessly clinging onto him for comfort. Look at his mouth tasting his skin. Look at his body, whatever form it’s taking.

He tries for a second to turn slightly, but Kayn’s grip on his wrist suddenly gets really tight, almost crushing, and Ezreal can’t suppress a hiss of pain that has Kayn quickly retracting. Everything disappears from Ezreal’s senses and it’s somehow even more terrifying to not feel him. There’s rustling behind him, as if Kayn is settling himself as far as possible from Ezreal in the bed.

“You should leave now.”, Kayn coldly says, his tone suddenly harsh, but Ezreal knows it’s the fear talking again.

And when Ezreal makes no movement, still stuck there in place, he can hear a shaky whimper.

“I don’t want to hurt you, please–”

That’s all Ezreal needs to quickly move away, keeping his back towards the bed, rushing out of the room, taking the key out of the keyhole, closing the door behind him and locking Kayn from the outside.

He kneels down, tearing up too, a sponge of Kayn’s emotions. He’s in pain. He’s sad, and scared. And alone.

I have to leave him alone but he’s lonely. He’s so lonely. Experiencing whatever is going on all alone.

“Fuck…”, Ezreal rubs his face, cleaning his tears with the edge of his hoodie’s sleeves, “I should call Yone.”

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Kayn’s wailing. Pain, so much pain. He’s almost used to the physical one, but his heart? His Ezreal, poor, poor Ezreal, who never deserved to witness such things. If only he had listened to Yone. Planned better. Hid himself better.

A screech leaves from his core, his voice so strained as he cries in pain, feeling his limbs tearing through the fabric of his clothes as they elongate. His bones change shape, and his arms and legs transform. Quicker than usual, his changing probably triggered by the mess of emotions he is around Ezreal and the stress of this happening around him. His fever runs high, and his head hurts so bad, two spots on the side especially where bone starts to grow.

His mind goes to places to try and ignore the pain. He thinks about Ezreal’s stupid hair all disheveled from static electricity after removing his pink beanie. He thinks about the pretty yellow nail polish. He thinks about Ezreal’s stupid build disappearing under the gigantic coat. He thinks about Ezreal’s warm hands over his cold and shivering body, thinks about the weight of his body against him, thinks about his scent.

Vanilla.

Warm, sweet, tasty.

It lingers in the air, and as Kayn’s senses get more precise with his changing, he can track it on the bed. The collar’s chain is long enough for him to try and crawl on the mattress to reach the spot where Ezreal was sitting. He disregards the pain in his limbs, the itchiness on his skin, the way his jaw is tense, making his teeth grind really loudly. Nothing matters as soon as he gets a whiff of Ezreal. There, right there, the sheets captured it. It’s tainted with his fear, –or worry is it?– cold sweat diluting the sweet aroma, but it’s still him.

Kayn opens his mouth, as if his nose isn’t enough to breathe Ezreal in, and saliva pools on the spot at some point from the lack of restraint the rapper has in his current state. The pain settles, subdues even, as Kayn is overtaken with need.

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“It’s basically a rut.”, the voice on the other end of the phone calmly explains, and Ezreal’s brows furrow, “It’s the darkin in him. It works like a cycle. Kayn has control over it, but once every 3 months, the darkin takes over his body. A taste of freedom every once in a while for him to be satisfied in some way. It’s still Kayn of course, but his body has different urges and needs in this form. It’s hard to explain Ezreal, and I know how scary it looks, I’ve seen it. But Kayn will be okay. Trust me. You’ve done everything you could.”

Ezreal nods in silence, then sneezes. He’s on the balcony, listening to Yone explain everything but his brain kind of slows down as soon as his mind hears the word rut and starts picturing Kayn in different positions. Pictures that are easy to put together with the amount of times the boys went out to a sauna together, or have shared the gym showers, or even just with the help of that very thin pair of gray sweatpants that Kayn wears in the mornings. Chest out, dick swaying against the fabric as Kayn stretches and yawns when he walks in the kitchen… Yeah. It is very easy for Ezreal’s imagination to do the rest of the work and think about Kayn rutting helplessly against a pillow to feel something. The only thing that’s not easy to imagine is Kayn’s current form. The details of it. His body felt cold and larger.

How big is he when he’s like this?

Nope. Not going there, Ezreal. Kayn’s not doing well. Don’t think about his dick.

“All you need to do is wait. In two days he’ll regain some of his consciousness and you can knock on his door to ask if he needs anything, if you want. If you’re too scared, then…”

Yone’s voice stops there, contemplating what to say next, and Ezreal focuses on the seriousness of the situation.

“I’m not… Scared of him.”, Ezreal almost whispers, “I’m scared that he’s hurting.”

Yone hums.

“I don’t want to leave him alone, Yone…”, Ezreal’s voice is strained with worry, and Yone can pick it up easily.

“He’s not alone. You’re there. You helped him, Ezreal.”, he reassures him as much as he can, “And you’ll be there for him again once all this is done. Just make sure to tell him that you’re still his friend no matter what. He… Didn’t want you to know. More than anyone else. Because he’s scared of losing you.”

Ezreal sniffles in response, his heart torn between a warm feeling and the deep sadness of hearing such words. Then, a lightbulb switches on in his mind.

It’s a bad idea.

It has to be a bad idea.

“You said it’s a rut, right..?”

“A bit more complicated than that but yes.”, Yone answers.

“So Kayn is like. Struggling. Because, uh,”, the words falter a bit on his tongue, a shade of red creeping on his cheeks,”He, like, wants to… Mate?”

Silence. Then a deep sigh.

“Ezreal.”, Yone’s voice is stern and it almost makes Ezreal shiver in a cold sweat.

“I can just– You know, give him a hand?”, Ezreal suggests, the blush on his cheeks creeping down his neck, “As a friend?"

“You can’t be serious–”

And of course he is.

The phone call ends after a good half-hour of Yone warning Ezreal over every little thing, and also him helping the popstar make a list of things he might need if he truly wants to… help. Because Yone knows he could never take the idea out of the popstar’s brain. Because Yone knows about Ezreal’s long-standing crush he didn’t want to admit to himself.

The idea of helping Kayn out during a rut is now settling in. It will happen. Ezreal is going to do it. He’s going to get inside Kayn’s room, and…

Help him.

“Fuck.”, he bangs his head against the kitchen’s wall, sighing with the tip of his ears turning all red.

He fills a basket with necessities like bottles of water, some snacks, a change of clothes for him, a pair of handcuffs he won’t explain how he got, lube, condoms… It’s all ready. He just has to check when Kayn’s consciousness is back, that would mean his transformation is done and he’d be ready to receive any form of help.

“I should shower.”, Ezreal thinks sheepishly out loud.

Maybe this whole rut thing should scare him more than this. Of course Kayn being in pain and undergoing those changes is a scary thing. But now that Ezreal knows that it’s only temporary, and that the main thing Kayn is afflicted with during it is sexual needs? Well. There’s nothing to be too worried about, right? Just, logistics maybe.

He tries to silently pass through the corridor to get to the bathroom at the other end, but can’t help but stop in front of Kayn’s door, bag in hand. He leans slowly, puts his ear against the wood of the door, trying to catch something. Anything. His throat tightens with a strange nervosity, and then he hears it. A grunt, followed by his name. And like a siren call, Ezreal mindlessly puts the key in the lock, and opens the door.

“Ezzie?”, a voice calls, half-struggling and half-hopeful, “Is that you?”

The popstar’s eyes have to adjust to the low-lightning of the room, so it takes a few seconds of silence before Ezreal finally sees him.

“Why are you here?”, the rapper asks, his eyes wide open as he somehow sits using his arms to push himself up, his legs still laying on the mattress.

Kayn strangely… still looks like himself. Ezreal somehow expected to be shocked, to see something along the lines of a big werewolf, but Kayn looks like a… bigger half-demon form of himself. He has small horns, just finger-long twisting up black pieces of bone grown out of his head. His skin has splotches of black scale-like texture on random parts of his body. His discolored eye is a warm shade of red that lights up the very familiar lines of his face. His shoulders are a bit wider maybe, but Ezreal can’t tell the difference from where he stands. He can absolutely tell that the rapper’s arms and legs are longer and stronger though. All black and scaly. Hands bigger with sharp nails. And there’s something that looks like a tail swaying behind him, swatting the mattress with stress, as if Kayn has no control over it.

“Ezreal..?”

It’s Kayn’s voice. A tone so soft, so gentle, that it takes Ezreal right out of his trance.

“U-Uh? Oh, uh, hi Kayn.”, is all he can stupidly say, before coughing nervously and entering the room for good, closing the door behind him, “I just… Wanted to check on you.”

The rapper stares at him, eyes still wide open, not able to understand if this is a dream or not, observing in silence Ezreal opening the bag and walking slowly towards him. Kayn slowly retreats a bit further away on the bed, his heart beating like crazy, tail curled around his body in protection. Is it him trying to protect Ezreal by moving away?

“You seem to be doing better?”, Ezreal asks, feeling some confidence settling in when looking at Kayn’s face not contorted in pain, just frozen in confusion.

“I, yeah, I-I guess?”, he answers, finally looking away to scratch awkwardly right under his left horn.

“I called Yone and he explained.”, the popstar says as he sits down on the edge of the bed, taking out a bottle of water and putting it next to him on the sheets, “He said it’d take more days for you to become conscious again but I was worried and wanted to help so–”, he coughs awkwardly, thinking about the kind of ‘help’ he wants to offer, “Here I am.”

“Well, I’m fine so you should… Leave.”

“Leave..?”, Ezreal repeats with a pout on his lips.

— ♠ —

Kayn’s head is a mess. His transformation happened way faster than it usually does, and as soon as he smelled Ezreal behind the door, he regained most of his consciousness and called out for him in a desperate need to just see his face, to make sure Ezreal wasn’t scared or disgusted. And Ezreal came. Answered his call. Appeared with a stupid look on his face, nothing showing any form of fear or aversion towards him. Just a stupid awkward smile.

What is he doing here? Isn’t he scared? Why is he looking at me like that? Why is he here?

“I don’t want to leave. I… I want to help, I said.”

And that’s when it hits him. Ezreal’s blushing cheeks, his sheepish look and awkward way of sitting on the edge of the bed. Ezreal knows.

He knows it’s a rut.

As if on instinct, in fear of being tempted and hurting the popstar, Kayn retreats again, further and further away until his back hits the bed’s headboard, his legs open and moving fast as he uses them to push himself away.

Kayn is too worried for Ezreal to notice the popstar’s eyes slowly looking down, following the scale-like pattern from his face to his neck, then a bit down his chest, until his human flesh is back again on his stomach, a trail of dark hair helping Ezreal’s eyes to find their way down… there.

“O-Oh.”, Ezreal coughs, his eyes unable to look anywhere else,, “You… You have both… in this form..?”

And that’s when it hits him again. The rapper is naked. Legs open. With nothing to hide his… transformation there.

Ezreal is staring. Staring at his heavy, veiny, hard dick, and his meaty, pink and wet cunt. Both throb as Kayn notices Ezreal’s struggle to swallow, eyes still fixated on it. The rapper’s cock twitches and the shame finally settles in. His hands reach to hide everything and his legs close over it all, face turning red and tears prickling his eyes. His jaw clenches, and he wants to die. Be it a cardiac arrest, a bolt of lightning that strikes him there, whatever, Kayn feels so ashamed he wants to die and never have to wake up to witness whatever reaction Ezreal has to all of this.

“I-I’m sorry for looking– I mean, I should probably look– To get… uh, familiarized, I guess?”, Ezreal mumbles and he sounds insane, and Kayn wants to look at him to understand him.

He’s sweating, Kayn can tell from the sweet vanilla aroma floating in the air around him. He’s all red, down to his neck. Fidgeting in place. Sitting cross-legged, a hand… Between his legs.

Ezreal said he wants to help.

Help him.

With his rut.

Ezreal is here. To help Kayn. With his rut.

“I’ve never been with someone who has something other than a dick– Not that I’ve been with many–”, Ezreal starts rambling, absolutely unable to keep his mouth shut in awkward situations, “To be honest I’ve only known one guy before I became a singer he was my boyfriend for something like 4 months and I lost my virginity with him but he was an asshole and then I became famous so it was harder to date and yeah I just never saw uh, well uh, a vagina? Is that what I should call it? Not that I’m not okay with it!! I just never expected this to be there on you while you also have a dick and sorry to ask this but it looks way bigger than usual– Wait no that sounds bad I’m not staring daily at your dick measuring it in my head it’s just that I have seen it before so obviously I can notice the difference but I don’t know if it’s because you’re hard right now and I’ve never seen you hard or if it’s the whole darkin in you thing right now that makes it that big–”

Silence.

And then a snort.

Kayn quickly uses his other hand to hide his smile because Ezreal looks mortified, but a fit of laughter takes over him, the situation way too stupidly crazy for his mind to comprehend. He laughs, loudly, freely, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. He has to lean over, a hand on his stomach as he tries to calm down, Ezreal nervously chuckling to himself too, until it becomes a genuine laugh, every negative emotion getting washed over by the melodious sound of Kayn’s laughter.

“You’re so stupid.”, the rapper says, still laughing, “Fuck, you’re such an idiot–”, Ezreal wants to interject, raising his finger and opening his mouth, but Kayn stuns him back to silence, “An adorable idiot. Fuck. I love you so much.”, he mindlessly slips in between a cackle and a snort, rubbing his face to try and hide how much he’s laughing at Ezreal.

He’s so lovely. Adorable in his freaky stupid way. Thinking he can help a man cursed with a darkin in his rut with his tiny little body.

“You just said you love me.”

“Yeah I fucking do. What a mistake.”, Kayn confesses, still laughing, riding the high of his happy feelings after worrying and hurting so much.

“Hey–!”, Ezreal jumps on the bed, crawling towards Kayn with a pout on his face, “You’re being mean right now– I’m serious! I’m here to help you!”

“You’re not going to help me Ez.”, Kayn raises a hand, and Ezreal gulps down looking at how big it is in front of his face, “Look at me, I could probably kill you if I were to get too excited.”

“You’re already quite excited right now and you’re not–”

“Ez. I’m really trying not to jump you right now. The meds are working but for how long? And if I were to lose it, I don’t know how… Rough I could get. And I’m not even talking about potentially losing consciousness and letting the darkin side take over.”

Ezreal sighs, his eyes dropping to his own hands on his lap as he listens and seems to understand what Kayn is saying.

“I have handcuffs in my bag.”

Okay he’s not understanding shit.

“Ez, I’m not gonna fuck you for the first time with me in this state.”, Kayn states plainly, hoping Ezreal will finally register it.

Fingers shyly touch his hand, lowering it to hold gently. Ezreal is still looking down, the pouty flesh of his lips standing out, making Kayn struggle with the need to bite it.

Not with my current teeth.

“I understand.”, Ezreal says, and a sigh of relief leaves Kayn’s lips.

But the rapper cocks a brow as Ezreal brings the hand towards his body, and both gasp a bit when they realize that Kayn’s hand is almost the size of the popstar’s whole chest, fingers laying over the fabric as Kayn wishes it were Ezreal’s skin he could feel instead. It makes him feel all warm, his dick twitching in want.

But no. I have to stay alert. Don’t fall for it.

“Ezzie…”, he whispers, desire slipping through the way he tries to warn him, “You said you understood.”

“I do, really…”, Ezreal tilts his head, looking up at Kayn’s face, eyes deciding to focus on his lips, “But there are other things we can do than you fucking me, you know?”

It stuns Kayn for a second, to even begin to imagine how much Ezreal desires him to ignore the potential danger of the situation. Ezreal wants him. He wants to stay with him and help him with his rut. He wants him when he looks… Like that.

“Can I touch you?”, Ezreal asks, leaning in closely, Kayn’s hand still secure over his chest, until his nose touches Kayn’s.

Kayn can’t help but close his eyes and let out a shaky breath, unable to answer, his senses overwhelmed with traces of Ezreal. His scent, his warmth, his skin, his voice, his lips.

His lips.

So gently pressing against the rapper’s. A touch so delicate, so slow, just enough for Kayn to sigh and feel his whole body relax, letting Ezreal in. The rapper’s hands move automatically to his waist and back, pulling him in as their tongues look for each other, and Ezreal gasps when he can feel the sharpness of Kayn’s teeth with his.

“Careful.”, Kayn whispers in his mouth, a hand traveling to his nape, claws tickling the popstar’s skin, gently guiding Ezreal’s head away for him to breathe properly, “Ezzie, you’re making this hard, really…”, he sighs with a smile and Ezreal stares at his teeth, slowly raising a hand to touch a fang with the tip of his finger.

Kayn observes him with a soft smile, eyes shining with affection as Ezreal takes his time looking at him, studying the differences on his face and body. He’s sitting between the rapper’s legs, and his hands start roaming his face, carefully caressing the black scales covering a part of his jaw, his neck where Kayn’s collar is still attached, and shoulders.

“It’s so strange.”, Ezreal comments, focused.

“Scary?”, Kayn asks.

With a cute giggle, Ezreal shakes his head no.

“Just strange.”

The popstar’s hands resume their caresses on one of Kayn’s arms, descending to his hand, lifting it to his lips and leaving a simple kiss on the back of it, looking straight into the rapper’s eyes.

“You’re pretty like that.”, he smiles, tilting his head with shiny eyes, and Kayn chuckles, nervous, breathless, “Do you want to look at me too? Take my clothes off?”, he offers, a bit of shyness creeping in, but his hands are steady on Kayn’s.

Kayn hesitates, for a second, unconfident in his ability to stay calm. So far he’s been doing okay, his heart too overwhelmed with fluffy feelings and sparkly emotions to really focus on how hard his dick is, and how lonely his cunt is. But that could very quickly change if he were to start touching Ezreal’s body. Feel his body heat and taste his sweat.

Fuck.

His dick twitches again and Ezreal notices it, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

“I’m not scared Kayn.”

Ezreal leans in, crawls over Kayn’s lap, letting Kayn’s hard cock press against his lower stomach. It has Kayn hissing, offering an opening for Ezreal to lick his lips, hands busy in his hair.

“I want you.”, Ezreal whispers against his lips, the rapper opening them in an obedient reflex, “Do you want me too?”

“Fuck yes, Ezzie.”, Kayn surrenders.

— ♣ —

Kisses grow hot and messy, and it’s hard for Ezreal to act like it’s easy to ignore the sheer weight of Kayn’s dick against him. It’s hard to not imagine how deep it could go. It’s hard to not beg for Kayn to actually just fold him on the bed and fuck him relentlessly. It’s really, really, hard. So he tries to focus on something else. Kayn’s tongue, so thick, pushing inside his mouth. Kayn’s giant hands peeling each layer of clothing off his body with ease. Kayn’s growl when Ezreal can’t help but press his own cock against the rapper’s.

“S-Sorry–”, Ezreal apologizes, quick to retreat a bit, but also quick to notice the way Kayn’s discolored eye is pulsing rapidly, “...Are you okay? Is this too much?”

Kayn chuckles, rubbing his face, before pushing his hands on Ezreal’s shoulders to get him to lay down fully. The leash tugs a bit, making Kayn breathe hard.

“Yeah. It’s too much.”, he admits, “Honestly Ez, you have no idea the kind of battle I’m having with myself right now.”

The popstar gulps, can’t help shivering a bit, can’t help trying to imagine what Kayn is thinking about.

“I want to make love to you. Gently. Kiss your body all over, take my time to taste every centimeter of your skin. I want to have you beg for more, and not give it to you. Tease you endlessly, take you in my mouth and have you cum down my throat.”

Okay that’s not helping.

“But there’s also this part of me…”, he chuckles to himself, hovering Ezreal’s body with his, tugging as much as he can on the collar’s leash to lean in and nuzzle the popstar’s neck, “That wants to bite your skin, taste your tears, and, fuck, ram my cock so deep inside you…”

Definitely not helping.

“Are you sure this is just the darkin thing speaking or..? I might– I don’t know. We can do that without the… darkin thing. I think. I mean. I’m not against it.”, Ezreal mumbles, and Kayn’s whole body shakes with laughter.

“Want me to fuck you Ezzie..?”, Kayn teases, a finger tapping the popstar’s cock, and finally getting touched there almost sends electroshocks down his back, “Can’t wait to be full of me..?”

Ezreal turns into mush, whining because yes, he wants to be full of Kayn. Wants to feel him up to his navel. Wants to be so full of cum it spills out and Kayn has to push it back in with his tongue.

“You’re thinking something dirty.”, Kayn notices with a smile, before licking a long stripe on Ezreal’s neck, “But I won’t do that Ezzie, sorry.”, he apologizes half-heartedly, traveling down Ezreal’s body with gentle kisses.

He reaches Ezreal’s cock, leaking and oh so pink, oh so ready to be tasted. And Kayn never refuses a meal. He opens his mouth, slackens his jaw to make sure to avoid his teeth hurting Ezreal, and swallows him whole easily.

Oh.

It’s almost too much too soon, Ezreal’s so sensitive and so tiny inside Kayn’s mouth who’s playing with his tongue plated against the popstar’s length. And it’s so easy to pleasure Ezreal, to have him kick his legs, oversensitive, to have him moaning his name, to have his hands helplessly trying to grab Kayn’s hair. It’s so easy to throw him over the edge, sucking his tip, using the graze of his fangs to tease the sides when Ezreal begs for more the first time he does it.

“I– Kayn–”, the popstar tries to call, but the rapper is quick to throw a hand all over his mouth.

Ezreal feels so small like this, Kayn’s hand covering half of his face easily, covering his nose and making it harder for him to breathe. He feels even smaller inside Kayn’s mouth, the size of his cock getting ridiculed against Kayn’s tongue. But instead of feeling weak and insignificant, he feels warm all over, treasured and pleasured by this bigger body.

“Cum for me Ezzie, come on.” Kayn begs, and he sounds desperate for it, licking and sucking Ezreal’s cock like a craved man, and Ezreal can tell Kayn is losing a bit of his consciousness, the rut taking over and turning him into a wild dog chasing endless desire.

And it’s enough, it’s just enough for Ezreal to end up cumming down Kayn’s throat, feeding him his seed in shaky white spurts. There’s no time to feel a form of shame over his quick release because Kayn is already turning him over and drooling a mix of saliva and his come over his hole, claws spreading his cheeks for easier access. And Kayn’s tongue, gods, his tongue, lapping all over his rim, has the popstar moaning loudly with his head pushed against the sheets. Kayn is growling against his skin, pushing his nose and tongue, showing no restraints whatsoever.

He’s going to fuck me. He’s going to– Fuck I should stop him right? But gods his tongue– feels so good–

The feeling stops very suddenly, Ezreal letting out a pathetic whimper when he loses Kayn’s warmth against him, turning around shakily to look behind him.

And what a spectacle.

Forget about the wild dog analogy, Kayn looks like a rabid wolf salivating with almost no restraint left in him. His eye is glowing, his teeth bare, holding onto his own body as if trying to block himself from jumping Ezreal immediately. It pains Ezreal, and he understands that he has to be the one to stay rational and responsible, and he has to listen to the conscious Kayn who didn’t want to fuck him like this, scared of hurting him. The popstar moves slowly, gently shushing when Kayn retreats even further away.

“It’s okay Kayn. You didn’t hurt me. You did a good job stopping.”, he reassures him, and the rapper’s body relaxes a bit, “It’s okay. Trust me.”

He reaches him, a hand cupping Kayn’s face, his thumb rubbing the black scales gently. Kayn leans in the touch, a soft pout on his lips. The wolf shrinks into a cute puppy.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay! Really.”

He gives him a quick peck, and when Kayn seems to ask for more by following his mouth when the popstar tries to move away, Ezreal ends up giggling and kissing him some more.

“Do you think we could do some more? We can take pauses whenever it’s too much but– Well. I want to… Return the favor.”, Ezreal admits, a hopeful look in his eyes that seems to ease Kayn’s nerves, “Is that okay?”

Kayn can only nod yes, a surprising bashfulness taking over him as he spreads his legs, putting his own arms behind his back.

“In case.”, he simply says.

Ezreal pushes his bangs away as he goes down, opening his mouth but quickly closing it when facing the challenge that Kayn’s cock is. It’s too big, too thick, and it would never fit Ezreal’s mouth.

“Shit.”, he mumbles to himself, and there’s a warmth in Kayn’s chest from seeing Ezreal being so disappointed by the fact.

He resorts to sticking his tongue out, starting with kitten licks on the length and the sheer thought of finally having Ezreal touching him that way has Kayn jerking his hips up, his cock bobbing away until it comes right back in the popstar’s face with the weight of it, smacking him lightly and the popstar can only look up in surprise.

“S-Sorry–”, Kayn apologizes, turning his face away in shame.

Ezreal chuckles, kind of mocking Kayn, and decides to finally put his hands on it. He starts stroking it lightly at first but Kayn's desperate thrusting quickly beckons him to give it some strength. The slide is rough, the lube in Ezreal's bag too far away for him to reach when he doesn't want to take his hands off the rapper's length. Saliva might work for a bit but there's another option. Something that has Ezreal curious, his throat tightening with nervousness.

“Hey, Kayn…”

“W-What?”, the rapper whines almost, his hips shaking with the need for more.

“Can I touch… further down?”

Kayn bites down his lower lip, skin burning up.

“Yes– Please.”, he adds, and further spreads his legs.

Ezreal has to breathe in and out as Kayn's lips wetly open up with the spread of his legs. It's pink, meaty, glistening with Kayn's juices, begging for a touch.

With a hand still slowly jerking Kayn's cock, Ezreal slowly caresses down his thigh, then just as slowly reaches the center, using a knuckle to just push against it once. Kayn's head jerks to the side again with his dick throbbing in Ezreal's hand.

It's so soft and wet, it feels so different from a dick…

Curiosity definitely takes over as Ezreal starts caressing between folds with three fingers, spreading them and teasing every nook and cranny of it. Kayn can only bite his lip harder, drawing blood, trying to suppress a moan. He plays with it, coating his fingers until he exchanges his hands so the wet one can now slide easily along the length. And with the other hand, the popstar comes back to Kayn’s cunt, Ezreal’s touch velvety between his folds, so sweet and tender in its timidness, turning the rapper into a frustrated mess.

It becomes too much and not enough at the same time.

“Ez–”, he calls, shivering, “Y-You can–”

“Put one in?”, Ezreal asks with sparkly eyes and an excited squeak, already rubbing the entrance with his index, “Can I? Really?”

The popstar doesn’t really wait for an answer, Kayn’s body telling him in so many different ways ‘yes please touch me please please please’. His hips thrusts up inside Ezreal’s hand, cock leaking so much precum Ezreal has to lean in and lick a stripe to clean it. He uses the distraction to slowly push a finger in, and it is mesmerizing to see it disappear inside. Kayn’s pussy hungrily sucks it in, begging for one more, tightening and relaxing repeatedly in small spasms.

I-It’s so hot. So… Warm and wet and squishy inside…

He not-so-slowly adds another one and curls them upward, thinking of how he’d like it done to him. And Ezreal likes a curl and a tap. Repeated. Harder and harder.

Kayn seems to like it just as much.

His whole body cannot contain the pleasure anymore, his legs spreading further until they’re completely flat on the mattress, butt tightening and lifting sometimes when Ezreal hits exactly where he should. His arms are not in his back anymore, but thrown over his face to hide the absolute delirious state of it. Ezreal guesses that the rapper doesn’t play with himself there that much usually, focused on the giant cock that hides his beautiful cunt from hiss point of view, so the popstar makes it a point to give it his all right now.

Exploring deeper, adding another finger, spreading them around, until he hears the squelch and gushing of Kayn’s juices, until his palm lays flat against the meat of it.

“E-Ezzie– Fuck, t-this– Feels–”, Kayn starts between a groan and a moan.

“Good?”, Ezreal finishes.

“Yes–”, the rapper whimpers.

And then it happens.

Ezreal’s thumb. Finding a nub higher placed. Protected by a swollen hood.

The effect is instantaneous. Kayn’s whole body tightens, Ezreal’s fingers getting almost crushed inside, and a clear liquid squirts everywhere. It keeps coming as Ezreal doesn’t stop poking the nub, fascination making him completely ignore Kayn’s requests to make it stop, shame coloring his whole body red.

Kayn’s pussy’s squirting.

— ♠ —

“S-Stop Ez– Fuck– No– It keeps–”, he cries, “I can’t stop– Fuuuuuuuuck–”

Another hot squirt wets the mattress, and Kayn has to grab Ezreal’s wrist to stop him from trying a third time.

“P-Please, Ez.”, he begs, breathless, tears in his eyes, “It’s too much.”

The rut doesn’t help the oversensitivity of having Ezreal fucking fingering his cunt until it squirts. Kayn already feels like he is going insane and he has yet to come from his dick, which is his usual go-to when it comes to gaining some clarity during his rut. But right now, as cloudy as his mind is from his first clitoral and vaginal orgasm of his life, he feels strangely very sober from his rut, entirely too focused on the fact that Ezreal is with him. Ezreal is touching him. Ezreal is fingering him. Ezreal is cleaning him–

“Wait, Ez–!”

Too late, Ezreal’s tongue is already doing wonders between his folds, and for the first time tonight, Ezreal is actually touching himself too. Playing with his cock, tugging on it and slowly jerking it, moaning against the thick meat of Kayn’s pussy, losing himself with his nose rubbing against Kayn’s overwhelmed clitoris.

“Ezreal I swear to–”, he starts, finally leaning and regaining strength to get the popstar off of him in a desperate attempt at staying sane.

“Can I put it in?”, Ezreal asks, dazed.

Put… What in?

“I’m sorry it just felt so good and it’s so warm and the way it sucked my finger in makes me so curious about the feeling it would be if I were inside–”, he starts rambling, nuzzling against Kayn’s hand who’s desperately trying to keep him away from his cunt, “You said you didn’t want to fuck me in this state but maybe I can…?”

Ezreal… fucking me?

Oh. Oh that’s not good.

“Please Kayn..?”, the popstar begs, doing his cute puppy eyes and pout, leaving small kisses on Kayn’s hand, traveling to his wrist.

Kayn can feel it. The emptiness, the desire.

“I’ve never–”, is all he can say, before Ezreal leans in with a soft smile to kiss his face.

He holds Kayn’s face, whose hands naturally settled on the popstar’s hips, and leaves him gentle kisses on his cheek, then jaw and chin. It’s soft and sweet and comforting, and Kayn can’t help but tug Ezreal closer, aligning his hips so his cute cock can rub against his folds. It has Ezreal hiccuping in surprise, then smiling up to his ears.

“Really?”

Fuck. I can’t win against him, can I?

“Be… Gentle. Alright?”

“I promise.”, Ezreal whispers against Kayn’s lips before kissing him slowly, languorously, and the taste of himself drives the rapper a little crazy.

Ezreal doesn’t move just yet, until Kayn grows hot under him and begs for more by sticking his tongue out for Ezreal to suck on. He’s so weak to pleasure, so weak for Ezreal, so weak to just give him everything he wants. And right now, Ezreal wants to fuck him.

And fuck does it sound delicious.

And fuck how hard is it to admit.

So with a raise of his hips that lets Ezreal’s cock slide between his folds, coating it with his juices, Kayn finally gives up control. His entire body relaxes as Ezreal slowly puts it in, just until its half, just until Kayn finally moans freely, unashamed. All forms of restraint that he forced himself to follow, scared to do something not right, to hurt Ezreal, vanishes, and renders him into a gentle kitty in heat.

“Kayn, you’re so pretty.”, Ezreal slurs between two pathetic whimpers.

Ezreal looks completely gone, hands sweaty and arms shaking as he tries to hold onto Kayn, pushing himself deeper, Kayn groaning at the slight stretch of it, not that Ezreal is too big, but it’s still his first time with a cock in his cunt.

His first time.

Kayn starts chuckling to himself, the popstar stopping to look at him with a tilt to his head.

“Why was I making it such a point that we don’t fuck today with me in this state when I’ve never felt as clear-minded as I am right now with you topping me?”, keeps laughing, rubbing his face with his hands as he tries to settle down, “Isn’t that the stupidest thing ever?”

“W-Wait Kayn don’t laugh–”, Ezreal starts squirming but Kayn ignores it, feeling a high he never felt before, “You’re tightening– A–Aah–!”

Ezreal shakes, eyes firmly closed, a furrow in his brow and Kayn stops laughing entirely to witness the sweat dripping down the popstar’s face onto his stomach, the way his grip tightens on him, and the throbbing inside.

Ezreal is cumming inside me.

He gazes at him like it’s the most beautiful thing, to see his body so tense with pleasure and to feel him coating his insides with white.

“I-m sorry–”, Ezreal whines, still holding onto Kayn’s body, trying to calm himself down but as Kayn teasingly clenches around his length, Ezreal sees stars again and it milks him out of whatever was left of his second climax.

He groans with a voice so deep Kayn has to stop blinking and breathing to take it all in, seeing Ezreal in a new light. He looks manly, sweating and biting his lip as he slowly starts fucking inside Kayn’s cunt with his dick softened and so wet. But he can’t help it, it’s so sensitive, and Kayn’s so warm inside, not letting him leave whenever he retreats just enough. Kayn’s pussy sucks him right back in, tightening just enough to send the signal that Kayn wants him there.

“Kayn, Kayn–”, the popstar sings his name with a moan, entirely gone and Kayn can feel him hardening again inside, “I’m sorry it’s just–”

“Good?”, the rapper finishes his sentence for him, slowly lifting his legs so he can fold them over himself and give Ezreal a better angle.

“Yes– Yes, it’s so good, you feel so good inside–”, he rambles, putting his hands next to Kayn’s hand for leverage as he starts pounding his hips against Kayn’s.

Yes. Kayn’s mind has never felt this clear. Ezreal is a sight to behold, and the sheer insanity of the situation -Ezreal liking him back, fucking him, all during his rut as he’s transformed- has Kayn breathless under him, wondering of everything else they could do after his rut ends. Go on dates, kiss on the couch, wear matching rings…

“Kayn…”, Ezreal whispers, leaning in to kiss him and moan in his mouth, Kayn chuckling softly and letting him in.

“You’re a quick shot but you’re also quick to recover.”, Kayn notes as a string of saliva links them after a kiss, “It’s good to know for next time.”, he says, pushing a random strand of hair out of the popstar’s face.

“N-Next time?”

Kayn hums to confirm, and a hand slides down Ezreal’s back until it reaches his ass, a claw sliding between his cheeks, very careful not to scratch his skin but still pushing a bit against his rim to make his intentions known. A whole body shiver takes over Ezreal as he melts against Kayn’s body, mind surely racing with dirty thoughts.

“I’m gonna reach so deep inside, even outside of this form you know?”, Kayn tells him against his ear, blowing hot air there that sends shivers down Ezreal’s spine, “Well, of course you know. You’ve seen my dick enough times. Wondered how it would feel… Did you play with your ass imagining it was me?”

“Y-Yes… I’m sorry…”

“Shhh, don’t apologize. I want you to keep thinking about it as you cum inside me, hm?”

The images seem to really easily pop in Ezreal’s mind, his eyes losing focus as his hips stutter before picking up the pace again. It slides in and out so easily, Kayn’s cunt so wet from his own excitement and the pumps of come Ezreal left in already. The popstar looks hot, mouth half-open, groaning with pleasure, but Kayn can’t help the warm feeling of finding Ezreal so adorable at the same time. He’s so new to this, so awkward in his movements, just trying to chase his own pleasure, probably mimicking what he’s imagining Kayn would do to him.

“You’re so perfect Ezzie.”, Kayn purrs against his neck, “Making me feel so good.”

And it’s all Ezreal needed, mind filled with images of Kayn ramming his cock inside his ass in multiple different positions, to come a third and final time half-inside half-outside, coating Kayn’s thigh with creamy white liquid just as Kayn’s cock finally leaks hot shots of white, completely untouched. The popstar’s body falls completely over Kayn’s with exhaustion, but a stupid giggle shakes it. He’s giddy, so giddy he doesn’t feel the stickiness of Kayn’s come on his stomach, excitement coursing through his veins for their future.

“I can’t believe I creampied you.”

“Oh my god Ez–”

“Seriously!! I never even thought I’d creampie anyone! And even if I thought we’d fuck one day at least, I’ve never imagined me topping you. Or topping anyone! It’s just insane.”

Kayn sighs with a chuckle.

“You wanna look?”, he asks, Ezreal raising his head with big eyes.

“Look?”

Kayn cackles, pinching Ezreal’s nose before pushing his body up, and using his hand to stretch his cunt open. And there, right there, Ezreal can see his cum slowly dribbling out of Kayn’s pussy.

“O-Oh. Wow.”

“Help me get most of it out, it’ll be a hassle if it stays in. There are tissues on the side table.”

Ezreal gulps down hard and pushes two fingers inside to start scraping it out after grabbing the tissue box.

“Can you get pregnant in this form?”

The question makes Kayn laugh so hard, it colors Ezreal’s cheeks in a deep red.

“It’s a fair question, I’m sorry for laughing.”, he says with no sincerity as he is still cackling like an idiot with tears prickling his eyes, “But no, I’m safe on that aspect. No uterus. No period.”

“So it’s just there for… pleasure.”

“I guess, yes.”

Ezreal nods, deep in thought but still helping Kayn out to remove his come as much as he can. He ends up looking up at Kayn when he feels a hand gently caressing his thigh, and his eyes are blessed with the sight of a soft and loving smile stretching Kayn’s lips. He looks calm and satisfied, and it makes Ezreal’s heart swell with pride.

“Are you feeling better? Rut-wise?”

“Hm-hm.”, Kayn nods slowly, “Plenty satisfied. The meds probably really helped with me keeping my head straight but that first release did wonders to calm me down I think. In the end you looked more like a dog in rut than me.”, he chuckles, Ezreal smacking his leg.

“Hey, don’t laugh!”

“I don’t even need to ask if you liked it seeing the mess you made inside.”

“Kayyyyn–”, Ezreal whines with his cheeks dusted pink.

Ezreal spends the next minute wearing a pout until he judges that Kayn’s clean enough. And when he puts away the dirty tissues, Kayn is quick to open his arms and invite him into a tight and comforting hug. They stay in silence for a bit, their breathing and heartbeat synchronizing. Ezreal nuzzles against his chest, and Kayn kisses the top of his head.

“Is it okay to take your collar off? It’s been bothering me.”, Ezreal admits, readjusting himself so he can lay on his stomach over Kayn.

“Just for a bit.”, Kayn accepts, and Ezreal is quick to take it off his neck, gently touching where his skin turned red at the friction of it.

He leans in and leaves a small kiss over the mark, and settles down again against Kayn.

“Thank you for trusting me, Kayn.”, Ezreal softly says under a breath, not because of timidness, but because his lids are already heavy, “I’m so happy we’re boyfriends now. And I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

This adorable idiot.

“Take a quick nap Ezzie. I’ll wake you up.”, the rapper offers, already rubbing soothing circles on the skin of his lower back.

Ezreal hums, tightening his hold on Kayn, beckoning the rapper to do the same, so they can relax in a tight embrace.

“I love you.”

Kayn spends the next minutes brushing Ezreal’s hair with his claw, until the popstar starts softly snoring against him. He can feel the tingles of his rut still there, but his heart and mind are filled with so much happiness and love that it’s easy to ignore and settle into the hug properly to lay his head against Ezreal’s and close his eyes.

“I love you too Ezzie.”

— the end —