The Boy Next DOOR.

"Oh, fuck. Relax, Dave… You're so fucking tight," Kelvin groaned.

"Y-you actually expect that to fit in me? Ah~ fuck, take it out!"

"Why? You said you've used toys."

"Yes, but not as big as this!"

"Oh, really?" Kelvin smirked, pulling out only to thrust back in, not holding back this time.

"Ah~, you're gonna rip me apart, stop—"

"Oh really?! So... am I better than your toys now, or are they still better than me?" Kelvin asked, thrusting rhythmically.

"Nngh~ Ah~ They—they're still better than you," Dave moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"They are, huh? You naughty liar," Kelvin teased, spanking him again.

"Ah, fuck, this feels so good," Kelvin groaned loudly, his pace quickening.

Turning Dave onto his back, Kelvin continued his assault, his lips trailing kisses down Dave's neck, biting and sucking, leaving dark hickeys in his wake.

"Ah~ Stop, stop licking and biting. Do I look edible to you?" Dave moaned out, half-heartedly.

"Of course you look edible. I want to devour you whole. I've been waiting for this moment to fuck you and shut that naughty mouth of yours," Kelvin murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"You bastard, I knew you purposely lured me in," Dave accused, though his words were laced with need.

"Did I? Tell me you don't like this," Kelvin challenged.

"I don't like this at all! You're not even capable!" Dave insulted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

"Okay, nice. I'm gonna make sure to tear your ass apart today," Kelvin grinned.

Two hours later, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"Oh God, Kelvin, please, Ahn~ take your dick out, Ahn~ my ass is on fire!" Dave begged as Kelvin continued to pound into him relentlessly, without cumming.

Dave, on the other hand, had already cum three times.

"I can't hear you. Beg me again," Kelvin demanded.

"Please~, please~, please~, I'm sorry, please Kelvin."

"Am I better than your toys now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are. Please, Kelvin, I won't talk bad to you again," Dave pleaded.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Kelvin groaned, his body shuddering. With one final thrust, he pulled out and came, his warm semen splattering onto Dave's back.

"Ah, fuck!! Oh my fucking God! You're amazing, Dave. This is so good," Kelvin praised, kissing him.

"Bastard, you're nothing but a beast. Ah~ my ass is so fucked," Dave whimpered, feeling his ass pulsate.

"You still got a naughty mouth? We can go another round, you know," Kelvin smirked, teasing.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake," Dave quickly apologized, too exhausted for another round. Kelvin chuckled at his immediate surrender, leaning down to kiss him gently.

Dave's breathing slowed as he drifted in and out of consciousness, the exhaustion overtaking him. Kelvin noticed and gently shook his shoulder. "Dave? Hey, stay with me." But Dave had already passed out, his body limp and completely spent.

Kelvin sighed, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes. "Guess I really wore you out, huh?" he muttered to himself. Carefully, he scooped Dave into his arms, making sure not to jostle him too much. He carried him into the bathroom, turning on the tap to fill the bathtub with warm, soapy water.

Gently, Kelvin lowered Dave into the tub, supporting his head and shoulders above the water. He climbed in behind him, cradling Dave's body against his chest. The warm water enveloped them both, and Kelvin started to wash Dave with careful, gentle strokes, mindful of his unconscious state.

Kelvin ran his fingers through Dave's hair, washing away the sweat and lingering soap from before. "You look so peaceful like this," he whispered, his voice soft. Dave's eyelids fluttered slightly, but he remained out cold, his breathing even and calm.

Kelvin took his time, washing every inch of Dave with a tenderness that belied his earlier roughness. He brushed his fingers over the lines of Dave's back, across his arms, and down his legs, his touch light and careful. The tub was filled with warm, soothing water that eased the tension in Dave's muscles, and Kelvin made sure to keep him comfortable, adjusting his position whenever needed.

Once Dave was fully cleaned, Kelvin drained the tub and gently lifted him out, wrapping him in a soft towel. He carried him back to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed and carefully drying him off. Dave stirred slightly, letting out a small groan but still didn't wake up fully.

Kelvin chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Dave's forehead. "You're gonna be so sore when you wake up," he murmured, pulling the blankets over Dave and tucking him in.

With one last look at Dave, Kelvin climbed into bed beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. He kissed Dave's temple, whispering, "Rest up, beautiful. I'm right here."

As Dave slept, Kelvin stayed by his side, watching over him, content to hold him close until whenever he wakes.

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Three Hours Later.

It was already 6 p.m.

Dave woke up and stretched on the bed. He felt refreshed but sore all over. As he looked around, he noticed Kelvin wasn't beside him, but he was clean, dressed in fresh clothes, and his body wasn't sticky anymore.

Getting up, he tried to stand but immediately sat back down with a sharp hiss. His legs and back hurt like hell.

"That bastard... I'll kill you, just wait and see," he muttered, struggling to stand. Walking was a challenge, and every step sent a jolt of pain through his body.

Managing to get to the door, he opened it, nearly bursting into tears at the sight of the stairs he had to descend.

"Oh, father, I'm so doomed," he whined, approaching the stairs. He took each step gingerly, his legs shaking as though he'd just run a marathon.

"I swear to God, I will not spare Kelvin," he swore when he finally made it down the stairs.

As he limped further into the house, he heard the sound of laughter and conversation. He immediately recognized the voices as his and Kelvin's parents.

"Fuck, why are they back today? And what are his parents doing here? Today won't be fun at all," he grumbled under his breath, dreading the interaction.

Limping into the sitting room, he saw everyone, including Kelvin, seated and enjoying snacks. Rebecca, Kelvin's mother, was the first to notice him.

"Oh, Dave, my boy! You're finally awake? Come here," Rebecca called out cheerfully, her eyes lighting up at his appearance. All eyes turned to him, and they greeted him with warm smiles.

"Yes, ma," Dave responded, trying his best not to limp as he approached them.

"Mom, Dad, when did you arrive?" he asked, forcing a smile as he got closer.

"We've been back for about an hour now. When we arrived, Kelvin said you were sleeping. How are you doing?" his father asked, eyeing him with a hint of concern.

"I'm doing fine, Dad," Dave replied, his voice tight with effort.

"I've missed you so much, Dave. Give me a hug!" Elena, his mother, said, holding her arms out. Dave nearly groaned aloud, knowing he'd have to bend down to hug her since she was seated.

He awkwardly leaned down, wincing as he wrapped his arms around her. Sitting was another challenge; every move threatened to betray his discomfort. Dave shot a glare at Kelvin, who just smiled and winked back at him, clearly amused by his struggle.

Rebecca, watching closely, noticed the slight tremble in Dave's legs and the pained expression he tried to mask. She also caught the exchange between Dave and Kelvin—Dave's glare and Kelvin's cheeky wink. A knowing blush crept up her cheeks as she realized exactly what had transpired between the two, understanding the situation all too well.

Dave, on the other hand, could only manage to keep a composed front, mentally vowing to get back at Kelvin the first chance he got.