And suddenly, it didn’t matter anymore that it was too overwhelming or too intimate. Nothing mattered as the fullness and pressure in Kaj’s ass electrified the ends of his nerves, overriding the memories that viciously clawed at his mind.
“I love you so fucking much,” Noah practically growled against his lips as he tilted his hips slightly and pushed himself inside again.
“Fuuuuck!” Kaj moaned, feeling sweat break on his skin.
Noah’s mouth came crashing down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss, and he began to fuck him with deep, languid thrusts. His hips undulated and rolled unhurriedly. The space around them pulsed. Their breaths synchronized. They licked, bit, sucked, and touched, reminding each other this was where they belonged.
Pushing himself up on his right knee, Noah grabbed Kaj’s hands and pinned them above his head, stealing yet another animalistic groan out of him as the angle changed and he sank deeper.
“Stay with me,” Noah husked, threading his fingers through Kaj’s.
Something inside Kaj cracked, and his eyes brimmed with tears. But instead of pulling out, Noah continued fucking him, pushing the limits of how much they could feel before it became too much.
Agonizingly slow strokes turned rough and fast. Manic. Hard. Kaj gasped as Noah guided him through this uncharted place where blind trust met desire, where pain and pleasure blurred, and their heartbeats warred with each other. It was as if Noah wanted to rip Kaj apart and piece him back together to sculpt something new and lined with gold. Because his wounds and imperfections were part of his history but didn’t define who he was. Because broken things could also be beautiful.
As Kaj tossed his head back, Noah licked a wet stripe from his collarbone, all over the column of his throat, and up to his jaw, then kissed him again with brutal, claiming force. They were peace for each other, but they fucked like war.
Tightening his grip on Noah’s hands, Kaj locked his legs around his waist, finding leverage to grind his hips and welcome his thrusts. The slapping sound of skin on skin filled every molecule, combusting the air around them.
He was aware that not everyone liked bottoming. That for some, the jolts of pleasure when their prostate got rubbed were so intense it became uncomfortable. And honestly, given his personal history and controlling nature, he never thought he’d enjoy it. But with Noah’s scent encapsulating him, his lips kissing away his fears, that beautiful cock inside him, and the friction of their abs rubbing his own dick, it was the most healing thing he’d ever experienced.
Pinned beneath Noah, intensity reached the summit and ecstasy swiped inside Kaj like a thousand tongues of blue fire.
His hips bucked as he shivered through a mind-shattering orgasm, back arching, cock pulsing, hole clenching around Noah’s dick as he let out a guttural moan. Noah pressed his forehead against Kaj’s, whispering words he barely understood but felt in the marrow of his bones. Words that meant devotion. That meant forever. Because it had and would always be them.
Their movements turned uneven, and after one last powerful thrust, Noah fell over the edge, a growl tearing his throat as he collapsed on top of Kaj.
Surrounded by silence only broken by their shared struggle to get oxygen into their lungs, they stayed there, tangled around each other, covered in sweat and cum as Noah’s cock slowly went limp and slipped out of Kaj’s ass.
They had done it.
Noah had fucked Kaj—figuratively and quite literally.
A few months ago, he’d hated the simple thought of being around Noah. Having him be Artificial Suicide’s new vocalist threw him off his course. He couldn’t find a reason to like this man after what all their fears and immaturity had put him through. But now that they were together, he really couldn’t imagine his life without this miracle that was their all-consuming love.
“I want you to move in with me,” Kaj said, voice so hoarse he barely recognized it himself.
Noah let out a weak snort and kissed the crook of Kaj’s neck. “I thought we were already living together, even if it was kinda against my will.”
“I had good reasons.”
“You did.”
“But I like… move in with mepermanently.”
Propping on his forearms, Noah raised his head and looked Kaj in the eye. “You mean it,” he all but stated.
Kaj nodded, brushing a wet lock of hair away from Noah’s forehead. “We’re not kids anymore, you already have my keys, and we’re so good together…” Kaj’s gaze shifted between Noah’s eyes. They weren’t really pitch black, more like an extremely dark, mud-oak type of brown with a deep auburn undertone that glowed when the light streamed directly into them. So beautiful, and real, and alive. “Besides, your contract ends in what, two months? Why keep paying rent when you could live with me for free?”
“I’m sure you’d make me pay with my body or something.” Noah grinned.
“Still a good deal.”
Noah chuckled. “Are you sure? I mean… We’ve been together, or tangled around each other—whatever—for barely… three months?”
“If you don’t want to, just say so.” Kaj pinched Noah’s asscheek, pretending he didn’t care, but he did.
He wasn’t used to being romantic or honest about these types of feelings. That was why he’d thrown the pragmatic reasons to move in together out there, too, but he just didn’t want to let Noah out of his sight ever again. And that he wasn’t as into the idea as Kaj was kind of… hurt.
