Noah moved the palm he had on Kaj’s thigh and wrapped it around his dick as he pushed him into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Kaj grunted, stiffening as he threaded his fingers through Noah’s hair.
The memories from the past colliding with the present unleashed a new array of emotions he didn’t expect. It felt like he was trapped in a dream he couldn’t escape, no matter howmuch it hurt or how deep he fell. He could feel it all, from the goosebumps on his back when he gagged, to the thick vein pulsing against his tongue, to the way Kaj’s thighs tensed and relaxed with every wave of pleasure, to his own heart writhing behind his ribs.
He bobbed up and down, corkscrewing the base of Kaj’s cock with one hand while gently rolling his balls in the other. Drool flooded his mouth and slid between his fingers, adding an extra layer of indecency to the sounds they were making. Alternating shallow, suctioning movements with longer ones that had his lips touching his own knuckles, Noah plunged into a state where he was so conscious of every cell in his body that he could control even the smallest twitch.
Kaj was panting, practically moaning, clutching Noah’s skull and pushing him farther down. He choked slightly with the abrupt intrusion, but he’d trained with Zach—the dude was packing. So, after taking several deep breaths through his nose, he relaxed.
“Jesus. You’re so good at this... Oh, shit!” Kaj groaned, glazing Noah’s tongue with precum when he contracted his throat voluntarily.
If he could, he’d have smiled.
“Fuck!”
He repeated it.
“Fuck, Sørensen...” Kaj moaned again as he continued sucking him like a fiend. “Stop... stop, stop, stop.” He pulled Noah’s hair and grabbed him by the throat, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “I saidfucking stop.” He glared at Noah without letting go of him. “You want me to fuck you or to kill you?”
“Why don’t you try the second while doing the first?” Noah challenged him.
“Turn around.”
“Make me.”
It was dim inside the van, with only the streetlamps outside illuminating the space, but he still saw the spark of lust in Kaj’s eyes. The foreplay and the tug-of-war came to an end and desire tarnished this strange mix of hate and passion.
Kaj tightened his grip on him and forced him down. Trying in vain to put up a fight, Noah hit the center console with his knee, the pulsing sensation barely registering as his cock got insanely hard. In this position, twisted over his side with his head pulled back and one of the drummer’s legs threaded between his, hot breath grazing the skin of his neck, he was useless. It was painful, but fuck if this didn’t make him hot.
“Are you gonna fuck me now?”
“Still trying to decide if I should strangle you to death and dump your body in the river instead.”
“And waste your boner?” It was massive, pressed against Noah’s flesh. “Such a shame.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He propped one hand on the seat, covering Noah’s mouth with the other. Then he shifted his position. Freeing Noah’s legs, he nudged the back of them with his knee. “Get on all fours.” It was a command.
There was not much space for them to rearrange comfortably, but none of the logistics mattered when Kaj spread Noah’s asscheeks apart and ran his tongue from the base of his balls to his rim.
Trailing his teeth and lips over the flesh of his ass, from one side to the other, Kaj’s tongue dipped slightly to swirl over his hole. He repeated this ritual of lapping, kissing, and nibbling several times as he snaked an arm around his front to jerk off his dick, making him squirm with the tortuous feeling of being toyed with. Noah was about to cry out for more when Kaj speared his entrance. In and out. In and out. He vibrated with pleasure as that wet, muscular organ severed all cords tethering him to reality.
Kaj slipped his free arm between Noah’s thighs and wrapped it around his waist, splaying his fingers over his ass to keep it open. He thoroughly licked and sucked him, eliciting vertiginous sensations that turned Noah into a wild animal in heat.
Moving his hips back shamelessly when Kaj shoved two fingers inside of him, Noah released a shuddering moan, earning a deep-chested growl in response. The drummer curled and rubbed them against his prostate, churning and scissoring and stretching his ass.
“Look at you... fucking yourself into my fingers. Such a wrecked, defiled mess.”
Noah wanted to be mad at him, but it was impossible when he was pushing him to the edge without letting him fall completely. The haze was so intense he could feel it slithering into his bones.
Kaj spanked him, adding a third finger when he sagged. “Don’t stop.”
Time passed like a flutter. At some point, Noah lost track of time and himself. He even forgot his own name when a strong hand tugged his sack, rolling his balls while his ass was ruthlessly plundered.
Insatiable, he wanted more.
And more.
And more.
