“Fuck…” Kaj let out something between a chuckle and a moan as his lips found Noah’s again. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Noah husked. “I won’t until you tell me to.”
Clutching a hand to the back of his neck, Kaj wrapped the other around their cocks and started pumping up and down. “Put it in.”
Without questioning or double-checking, Noah did what he was told. He embraced Kaj with an arm and brought their bodies closer together, anchoring his mind here with them as he prodded his hole.
Kaj melted into Noah.
He knew why he’d been afraid of doing this, but at the same time, he didn’t know. Noah’s middle finger moving in and out of him while he tightened his grip on their cocks, picking up the pace, felt so incredibly good it made him forget all the pain he’d ever endured. It rattled him, but it wasn’t fear taking over, it was a wildfire. A crackling, raging wildfire burning him up from the inside.
They kissed. Devoured. Touched. Gave and took. And they kept doing so until they were breathless and slick with sweat.
Until Kaj didn’t know his own name.
Until the world was reduced to the electric pulse of pleasure arcing between them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Noah chanted into a kiss that was as messy and sloppy as they were now.
Stifled groans and profanities rolled off their tongues, reverberating in the walls as cum spurted all over them, coating Kaj’s fist and sticking them together. The room spun around, pulling them down into sweet surrender. Black dots spattered Kaj’s vision. His pulse skyrocketed, and soon, he didn’t know if he was dead or alive anymore. They were nothing but maddening heartbeats, erratic breaths, and tingling lips.
Kaj had let Noah touch his ass.
And he liked it.
“Fuck, babe… I fucking love that.” Noah looked up at him, cheeks flushed and hazy eyes as he withdrew his finger and rubbed it in circles over his hole. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Communication between them was usually pretty open. However, Kaj hadn’t specifically told Noah why he felt such aversion toward certain sexual practices when he had little to no limits with most things. And still, he was aware—of course he was—of why. But what he didn’t seem to realize was thathewas the reason Kaj felt brave enough to take this step.
“Thank you for keeping me safe,” he whispered back without letting go of their dicks.
“Always.” He kissed his lips.
After all the shit Kaj had forced on Noah, including the things he felt bad for doing to him even as he did them… All the things Noah had let him do, giving him full permission to tear him to shreds, he was still here. Giving him more. Giving himeverything.
There were only three gigs left to finish the tour and take a much-deserved vacation. July didn’t count because they’d been busy composing, doing interviews, and other kinds of promotion.
Although Kaj loved stepping up on stage and beating the crap out of his drums day in and day out, he was looking forward to what was about to come.
His life wasn’t rotating around the untenable need to get a fix or have sex with strangers to feel something. He wasn’t trapped in a snare of self-loathing anymore as he’d finally climbed out of the stasis that didn’t let him breathe. He was very much alive, and he liked the sensation. More so since this thing between him and Noah was official for the entire world.
It had been over a month since they’d reported Jesper to the police, but there had been no updates on their end. However, the asshole had continued sending Noah the weekly nasty, unrequested mail, which was slowly wearing him down.
So, to set their plan to force Jesper to snap into motion, during their last interview five days ago, Niels had allowed the interviewer to ask about their relationship—actually prompted her to do it.
Kaj didn’t need anyone’s approval or acceptance, he’d learned to live by his own standards. But not having to hide, being able to kiss Noah whenever the fuck he desired and mark his territory, even if they were in public, was nice.
Though not as nice as this moment.
Weaving his fingers through dark, silky strands, Kaj sank deeper into his couch. They were doing nothing, just chilling while watching the lastKaiju No. 8season. He was sitting with his ankle crossed over the coffee table and Noah’s head on his lap. It was like they weren’t only made for each other, but were also made to live together.
“We should start thinking about what we wanna watch next,” Kaj said. “Or we’ll be arguing about it for a week.”
“We could always rewatchOne Piece.”
“And die in the process.”
“MaybeFullmetal Alchemist, or go more classic and rewatchEvangelion. It’s been ages since the last time.”
