Kaj shattered the carefully cultivated mood as he busted into wheezing laughter.
“What the fuck?” Noah chuckled.
“I don’t care about voyeurs, but this is getting a little intrusive.”
Noah tilted his head to the side and cackled as he saw Cheeto, the little orange menace in question sitting there, blinking up at them like he hadn’t just cockblocked them.
Kaj flopped forward onto Noah’s chest, his laughter shaking them both as he tried to process the sheer audacity of this damn cat. Cheeto, completely unbothered by his crime, stretched out a paw and tapped Kaj’s thigh, as if asking for permission to join in because, clearly, personal space wasn’t an option.
“Cheeto, my dude, I swear to the fucking gods.” Kaj scrubbed a palm down his face, trying to rein in the chuckle. “Are you serious right now?”
“This is sabotage. Treason, even.” Noah pointed an accusatory finger at him.
The cat rubbed his muzzle against it, then blinked slowly—the feline equivalent of a middle finger—before hopping onto the foot of the bed and curling into a loaf like nothing had happened.
Kaj wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, grinning. “Why didn’t you get a fucking fish? A nice, quiet fish that doesn’t interrupt us every time we try to fuck?”
“Nah,” Noah said, sliding his hands up Kaj’s back while kissing one of his pierced nipples, then the other. “I like the little shit. He’s so fucking fluffy and cute.”
Kaj snorted, shaking his head as Noah gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into a slow, lingering kiss, dissipating all traces of laughter with every flick of their tongues. Kaj sighed into it, pressing closer, their bodies molding together like they were made for each other.
“You still wanna…?” Noah murmured against Kaj’s lips.
Kaj hummed, threading his fingers into Noah’s hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. “I still wanna.”
Noah grinned against his mouth, shaking slightly as he gently nudged Cheeto off the bed with his foot.
A soft thud followed by an indignant meowing filled the room, but neither of them spared the cat another glance. He probably felt insulted enough to not return for another half an hour, giving them enough time to finish what they’d started.
Without wasting another beat, Noah and Kaj crashed their mouths together. The kiss was an all-consuming thing, deep and unapologetic. But it was also slow and calm as they kissed with unhurried devotion, teasing, savoring, allowing themselves to feel everything. Their cocks trapped between their bodies while Kaj slowly rocked his hips. The way their breaths turned uneven. The silence encapsulating them.
Kaj thumbed the curve of Noah’s jaw, coaxing him to open wider as the temperature in the room soared, slowly sinking them deeper into a world that belonged only to them.
Slowly, Noah skimmed his hands down, mapping the curves of every one of Kaj’s muscles, making him shudder when he reached his ass and parted his cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh.
Kaj set aflame and every cell in him buzzed with anticipation.
There was a huge difference between getting your freedom to choose stolen from you and freely offering everything you were. Between being handled and being truly touched. Between being wanted and being worshipped. And Noah… Noah knew how to sew together the torn pieces of Kaj’s soul.
“Still good?”
“Still good,” Kaj breathed out. “Touch me.”
Noah nuzzled his nose, an overwhelming wave of affection tying them together as he grazed Kaj’s bottom lip with two fingers and rasped, “Make them wet.”
Kaj opened up obediently and sucked them into his mouth, rolling his tongue, purposely coating them with saliva.
A distorted memory tried to crawl into the conscious part of his mind, making him tense. But he wasn’t going to let old ghosts take Noah away from him. Not now. Not ever again.
With their eyes locked when Noah pulled his fingers away, something warm and unyielding settled between them—trust.
A spark.
A sharp intake of air.
Pupils blown.
Kaj had never felt a ripple of heat so strong in his entire life. It was as if the sky cracked open above their heads as Noah traced lazy circles over his hole. Tentative yet deliberate. Brushing, pressing, feeling.
