He propped on Kaj’s torso and slowly picked up the pace, making both of them groan with pleasure. The temperaturesoared. The atmosphere was laden with the smell of musky sweat, lube, and pheromones. The tautness in his ass was a sheer forbidden drug. But the best part of it all was the delectable sounds he was eliciting from Kaj. The way he was grunting and panting while biting his bottom lip, looking down at where they connected as he thrust up to meet him in the middle, was the most erotic thing ever.
Lost in rapture, Noah slid one of his hands over Kaj’s pec and gripped his neck. It was subtle, but he flinched. Almost as if it’d skeeved him out. Still, instead of spewing curses, belittling or manhandling him to show Noah he was in charge, Kaj closed his eyes and clawed his nails into his skin.
“F-fuck me—as hard as you can,” Noah husked, breathing so erratic he could barely get the words out.
Shifting his position, Noah squatted and braced himself on the drummer’s bent knees behind him. Kaj clutched his hips with such force he was sure there were going to be bruises the next morning. He loved it.
As he rammed up into him, a zap of utter satisfaction shot straight into Noah’s core. It was violent and so damn electrifying. His own dick was aching to be touched, begging for the release coiling at the base, but he didn’t want his clumsiness to ruin the moment. So, he clawed at Kaj’s knees as he kept bouncing up and down on him, focusing on the delicious sensation annihilating every nerve ending.
Kaj slammed into his ass mercilessly, rocking slightly when he bottomed out, rubbing the swollen head of his dick against the spot that had him spasming in sheer blissful agony.Slap. Slap. Slap.Heshoved himself deeper with every thrust. The bed shook under them and the headboard hit the wall in time with their frantic thrusts.
“That’s all you’ve got?” he taunted. “Harder.”
Kaj readjusted under him, unleashing an orgasm of epic proportions with his next stroke.
“Fffuuuck!” Noah groaned as thousands of flames licked his skin, turning his brain to ashes. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes...”
Thick ropes of cum sprayed Kaj’s torso, the mattress, and Noah. He could barely keep himself together anymore, his entire body burning with exertion. But then Kaj sat up and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him in place as he used his other hand and his legs to give himself leverage so he could continue drilling into him.
The heat, the fullness, and Kaj’s lips capturing his nipple made Noah feel like he was melting. “Shit... Fuck me. Yeah, keep going... Come inside me,” he babbled nonsense, scraping the drummer’s scalp as he fisted his hair.
Kaj smirked against his chest, raising his head to plunge those stunning ice-blue eyes into his. As he tightened his grip on Noah, their lips brushed, stealing the oxygen from his lungs before he lost his cadence.
“Fuck!” He growled through his climax, shivering and digging his nails into Noah’s flesh.
As he slowed down, drawing languid, hoarse moans out of Noah, too, Kaj let himself fall back on the bed. He swallowed hard, biting his own bottom lip. His dick, still half-mast inside of Noah, was twitching, tangling their aftershocks like roots in the dirt.
Noah leaned forward slightly, perching a palm on Kaj’s pec above his thudding heart, and brushed away a few wet strands stuck to his forehead. This man was so sexy, he couldn’t help himself.
“Holy Mary Mother of Fuck...” Kaj said out of the blue, vibrating with a soft chuckle.
“That good, huh?”
Kaj gave Noah’s hips a gentle squeeze and sighed. “Fucking addictive...”
They stayed there, connected in silence for some time. Noah’s mind was too drowsy to think about anything other than the dick inside him as he scribbled disordered patterns on Kaj’s chest and arms, slightly brushing his fingertips over the sparse scars on the inside of them. He’d never dared to ask, but he was certain that these marks, the one on his wrist, and the ones on the upper part of his thighs were somehow related to the tattoo under his collarbone that read“Not afraid to die”.
During the days and nights they had spent together, Noah had time to map his body however he wanted. It broke him in ways he couldn’t express, knowing Kaj had struggled so much at some point to hurt himself like this.
Noah didn’t know when it had happened or why, but he cared about this man. Even if they didn’t always get along. Even if this was just a toxic reflection of who they used to be. Even if all he would ever get from him were crumbs of attention, the urgent need to be there for him and listen, to embrace and protect him, grew every day. Because beneath all those layers of bitterness, sarcasm, and indifference, lay the kindhearted boy he’d known. Noah had seen him in his eyes and that lopsided grin more than once when Kaj thought he wasn’t looking.
Minutes passed as they both went limp. Noah’s body was sore to the roots of his hair, but he loved the coziness of the moment, the warmth connecting them. That, for once, neither of them had to leave.
However, something seemed to be bothering Kaj, or so indicated his pinched brows.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hmm. Coming down from the high.”
“I know we said only sex, but—”
“It’s nothing.” Kaj rubbed his hands over his face. “Just gotta make a tough decision.”
“Still, if you need to talk...” Noah’s heart thumped.
“Thanks, but no.” He cleared his throat, patting Noah’s leg for him to get up. “I’m hungry.”
Saddened by the discomfort in Kaj’s nonverbal language, Noah dismounted him and tamped down his disappointment, sliding into their usual dynamic. “And what do you want me to do about it?”
