Kaj pulled away. Without saying a word, he stood up and pulled Noah with him.
“Strip,” he rasped as he undid Noah’s pants.
Noah shoved his shoulder, a look of confused anger threatening to rip him apart, but fear evaporated before it could form in his lungs. “You too.” It wasn’t a request, but a demand.
With determined steps, Kaj walked to the door, and for a moment, Noah panicked, thinking he might open it and leave him here with a weeping, needy dick. Instead, he locked it.
Prowling toward him like a predator, Kaj reached up and gripped the back of his tee, pulling it over his head in a swift movement. He waswaybroader than the last time Noah had seen him naked. His shoulders and chest looked especially taut and strong. Not bulky, not shredded, but with the perfect amount of muscle and ink. With no body hair in sight, he was a beautiful landscape of ridges and valleys that ended in a sharp V on his hips. Everything flexed and relaxed as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.
He stopped right in front of Noah.
“I’m not gonna continue until you undress.”
Without missing a beat, Noah stood up and took off every layer of fabric while Kaj mirrored him. Soon they were both naked, looking at each other as the heads of their cocks brushed. Kaj’s was larger and thicker than the last time Noah had seen it. Still perfectly proportionate with that beautiful curve and reddish head. He almost fainted.
Walking Noah backward, Kaj forcefully grabbed the back of his head and brought their mouths together again. The kiss, fierce and deliberate, ignited Noah’s body as he pushed him down on the couch, rendering him completely useless.
This was the biggest mistake in history, bound for failure and agony, but he couldn’t care less. Not when he’d dreamed about this more times than he was willing to admit. Not when, for a fleeting moment, it was just them, intertwined in a silent armistice.
Their hands trailed up and down, leaving no inch of skin untouched, as if needing to make sense of their existence—a tangible confirmation that this was real.
Reaching between them, Noah wrapped a palm around their cocks while the other fisted Kaj’s hair. Without stopping kissing him, he reveled in the sensation of their engorged heads squeezed together. Fire melted the ice, tasting like blood, mint, and nicotine on Noah’s tongue as proof of their arousal coated his thumb when he rubbed it in rough circles over their slits.
Rancor and possessiveness swirled inside of Noah as he tried not to think about Mads or any other man that had touched Kaj like this, especially not Jesper. But it was impossible. The harder he tried, the more his mind flooded with images he wished to erase. So, he bit and kissed his lips, frantically moving his fist on their dicks as he claimed this man.
He corkscrewed and added a little more pressure, forcing an animalistic groan to vibrate in Kaj’s chest. He touched hisforehead to Noah’s, his mouth hovering just above his as he looked down between them, then deep into his eyes.
A wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows. “Fuck…”
Without warning, Kaj shifted position, gripping his hips aggressively and rolling Noah onto his stomach. He wasn’t a lightweight, but this man was determined, and honestly, he was so intoxicated by thoughts of what could have been and the way he was manhandling him, that he abandoned himself to Kaj’s mercy.
With his face pressed to the cushion between his elbows, he raised his ass up too eagerly when Kaj spread his cheeks. This wasn’t his first time—nor the second or third—yet, based on how rough he’d been so far, a part of Noah was scared of what he’d do to him now that he was so vulnerable. But instead of running away or going limp and losing interest, his cock got impossibly harder as anticipation rippled through him.
Spit landed on his asshole and glided down his taint. Then a finger followed the trail, sliding up again to graze his entrance before slipping deep inside him with no resistance. Noah gasped, but before he could adapt to the sudden intrusion, the pressure was gone, and so was Kaj, who was crouching down beside their scattered clothes.
Noah was about to open his mouth and ask what the hell he was doing when he saw the marks on Kaj’s body. There were several parallel dot scars along the sides of his spine and the back of his arms. They were still kind of red, so they were most likely recent. Scarifications?
“Gonna need these,” Kaj said, showing him the packages between his fingers as he stood up.
Without giving him the chance to dwell too much on what he’d seen, the drummer ripped the lube open and squeezed some on Noah’s ass. Keeping him spread with a palm, fingers digging into his flesh, he got to work on him.
One finger, then two, churned in and out of him, curling against his prostate. It was humiliating to be like this, kneeling on a couch that had probably witnessed unspeakable stories of sex and drugs, with his ex’s knuckles deep into his ass, drooling and shivering like he’d never been touched before. But at least he wasn’t alone. He could hear the way Kaj’s breathing had turned shallow as repressed grunts died in his throat.
“You’re such a quivering mess. So ready and eager for dick,” Kaj sneered, letting out a husky chuckle. “Who’s the slut now?”
“Not a slut, just not new at this, you fucking asshole.” Noah turned his face to look at him, glimpsing what definitely looked like a disappointed frown. “What? You thought I’d wait for you?”
Kaj fisted Noah’s hair at its roots and added a third finger into his ass. “I hope you had a good time because”—his movements became rougher—“I’m gonna fucking ruin you for all other men out there, you piece of shit.”
“Yeah?” Noah moaned, not even trying to hide how damn turned on he was. “Do you actually have what it takes to fuck me like you own me?”
“Shut up.” Kaj pulled out of him.
Noah was buzzing, his pulse too loud to hear anything that wasn’t his own shaky breaths, but then the wrapper of a condom landed on the floor. Lust zigzagged through him when Kaj coated himself with lube, smearing more on Noah’s ass, probing him with four fingers now. They were panting, and if Kaj’s heart was pounding anywhere as fast as his, he was probably close to tachycardia, too.
The head of Kaj’s cock pressed against Noah’s ass. He wanted to push his hips back, but also indulge in this moment as Kaj stretched him open. Heat swamped every cell in his body, and that was when he felt it—pure raging ecstasy.
Kaj fucked Noah with solid, punishing strokes, keeping a palm between his shoulder blades to pin him down while the otherstayed firm on his hip. Noah couldn’t see anything with his long hair falling messily over his face, practically buried into the cushion, but he could feel the temperature rising in the room. His hands latched onto the armrest, holding on for dear life as he was thrust forward repeatedly. He groaned, letting out a string of profanities and pleas, unable to keep his voice down.
