The power of holding Noah so completely in his hands, of watching him dissolve into pure sensation, unleashed the most animalistic part of Kaj.
As he continued undulating his hips, mercilessly driving into Noah, Kaj bit himhard. His pec, the crook and column of his neck, his jaw, and his bottom lip, drawing blood in the last. Noah washisto mark. To hurt. To fuck. To defile and worship however the twisted deviant inside him desired.
Kaj’s heart hammered against his ribs, threatening to burst through his chest and embed itself into Noah’s. His breathing changed, growing shallow and quick as the room around them shrank and expanded like a living thing. The boundaries of his body felt uncertain, like he was melting into Noah, into the air around them and the vibrations of the music still playing. Noah had become a conductor for his pleasure, amplifying it, transforming it into something transcendent. Something he needed to stay alive.
“Come for me,” Kaj whisper-growled, tightening the grip on his throat.
There was a flash in Noah’s eyes. Kaj couldn’t decode what it was, but it felt like a star collapsing in on itself before exploding. An endless darkness where their inner monsters lurked, finally running free, meeting in this deranged portion of the world that belonged only to them.
“Fffuck, babe,” Noah’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched.
With a hand tangled in Kaj’s hair and the other curled around his arm, Noah went rigid, every muscle seizing at once. For a moment, he hovered at the precipice, teetering on the edge of a vast obscurity. Then, he shattered. Cum erupted from his cock in thick, violent pulses, splashing over their abs. Tears ran down his temples and his entire body became a shuddering mess.
Noah coming undone and the vicious grip of his body crashed over Kaj like a tidal wave. His orgasm hit with such force that his vision blurred, black creeping in at the edges as he spilled deep inside Noah, filling him completely.
“Fuck!”
Time suspended in the room, expanding into infinity as they rode the crest of their shared ecstasy. Kaj’s arms were trembling with the effort of holding himself above Noah, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last pulses of his orgasm subsided. Beneath him, Noah had turned into a crumbled castle of sand, but his body occasionally twitched with the aftershocks that still rippled through them both.
After a while, when his shoulder started burning from exertion, Kaj slowly pulled out, making Noah groan. Cum leaked from his swollen hole, trickling down onto the blanket, but mixed within the usual bubble of pride at the sight, something stung.
He frowned in confusion.
He was still lightheaded, his skin tingling everywhere as he removed the cock ring, wincing at the sensitivity. So it could be just that—exhaustion and some mild dehydration.
Inhaling deeply, he soothed a palm over Noah’s thighs and sat back on his heels. The dash of the charging clock lamp on the other nightstand read eight-thirty-three, which meant they had been at it for over two hours.
“How are you feeling?” Kaj asked, his voice rough as he massaged Noah’s skin. “Noah?” A hint of concern crept into his tone.
“I’m good…” Noah whispered. “I’m... here. I think.”
“You think?” Kaj chuckled tiredly.
“M-m mind is hazy.”
Although the room was still spinning in his eyes, too, Kaj reached for a towel he’d left nearby and cleaned the mess from Noah’s stomach and chest, watching him shudder under his touch. Hypersensitivity was more than normal after such intense activity and release.
As he finished, Kaj noticed a subtle shift in Noah’s demeanor. The euphoria that contorted his features minutes ago was receding like an outgoing tide, leaving him vulnerable and raw in its wake.
“Let me get you something to drink,” Kaj said, climbing off the bed. He grabbed a blanket from the bench at the foot of his bed and put it over Noah, dropping a soft kiss on his forehead. “Be right back.”
In the kitchen, Kaj braced himself against the counter, inhaling deeply as he ran a hand over his face. Adrenaline was still thrumming through his veins, but something heavier sat beneath it—Noah had called him“babe”before. And he liked it.
Shaking his head, he filled the kettle and let the soft hum of boiling water anchor him to the present. He grabbed a mug, dropped a lavender tea bag inside, and watched the steam curl into the air as he poured himself some water.
When the tea was ready, he walked back to his room, rolling his shoulders to disperse the unease creeping along his spine. But as soon as he stepped into the room, the sight of Noah curled in on himself, small and fragile, made something sharp twist in his gut.
Noah turned his face to look at Kaj with glassy eyes. “I’m…” he started, then trailed off, teeth chattering slightly. “I’m c-cold… Why am I s-so cold?”
“That’s why I made this for you,” Kaj said softly, setting the mug on the nightstand. “It’ll make you feel better.”
Noah barely responded, movements sluggish and mechanical, like his body weighed much more than it actually did. Kaj didn’t hesitate. He sat on the edge of the bed and helped Noah up. That was when he saw the faint bruises blooming beneath Noah’s tattoos—traces of his grip like ghosts on his skin—and the bite marks.
Kaj winced.
What happened tonight was something they both had agreed to and thoroughly enjoyed from beginning to end. Noah had begged for it, pushed Kaj, taken every ounce of what he had to give, and still wanted more. And while Kaj hadn’t gone as far as he’d done in the past with other people—no face slaps, no spitting, no outright degradation—he also didn’t hold back. The satisfaction of knowing Noah felt so safe with him to unravel like that was intoxicating.Addicting. It made Kaj feel alive. But now, staring at the trail of marks on his body, the raw flush of his hole, and how disoriented he looked had created a cognitive dissonance he didn’t know how to deal with.
Kaj swallowed against the sudden tightness in his throat and reached for the steamy mug on the bedside table. “Here. Small sips.”
