“Yes!”
Sweat broke out on Kaj’s back as he continued fucking Noah, alternating shallow with deep thrusts. Slow and fast, pounding and grinding, he prolonged the inevitable as he lost himself in the overwhelming sensations engulfing him, in the way Noah was writhing beneath him, the sounds of their bodies coming undone together.
“Harder,” Noah rasped, snapping him out of his delusional world. “Fuck me harder. Make me come, please.”
Perching up on his hands, Kaj changed his position again. He pulled out of Noah’s ass and thrust back in repeatedly, the frantic movement making the bed frame creak in protest.
“This is what you want?” Kaj grabbed a fistful of Noah’s hair, yanking his head back.
“I’m close,” Noah breathed out, a palm pressed firmly on the headboard while the other was curled into a fist beside his face, helping him keep his stance against Kaj’s brutal strokes. “F-fucking close… Keep going.”
Kaj kissed Noah with ferocity, swallowing his moans and feeding him his own as they chased their release.
“Fuck, yes… yes!”
Noah tensed and shuddered, groaning unabashedly as he rode the crest of his orgasm while Kaj continued driving into him. Noah blew his load all over the bedsheets, and his hole clenched in a series of spasms around Kaj’s cock, strangling him.
Ripples of the most consuming pleasure washed over Kaj, sending him over the edge. He froze deep in Noah’s ass, coming so hard that he went blind for several seconds, ears ringing and pulsing with the violence of his heartbeats.
Then silence.
They collapsed, breathing raggedly as they came down from the high.
Once Kaj recovered control of his body, still in a haze, he pulled out of Noah, making both of them hiss, and rolled onto his back. The cloying scent of sex inundated the space between them. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had sex in seven months, but this was the best fuck he could remember from the last few years.
Their breaths gradually steadied as they lay side by side, staring at the ceiling. The faint glow from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room while sweat cooled on Kaj’s skin.
“Fuck…” Noah finally said, his voice rough. “I think you fucked my soul out of me.”
Kaj snorted, reaching for tissues from the nightstand to clean himself up. “Is that a review? ‘Soul-fucking good’?” He stared at Noah’s flushed face, his hair disheveled, lips swollen. A strange sense of satisfaction spread through his chest.
“Five stars. Would recommend.” Noah chuckled. “Though I might need a wheelchair tomorrow.”
“You asked for it. I just delivered.” Kaj rolled on his side and playfully flicked Noah’s earlobe with his tongue, dragging the earring between his teeth.
“Mmm…” Noah stretched languidly, reminding Kaj of a cat. “I’d say we both needed that.”
“By the way,” Kaj started as he glanced down at the sheets twisted beyond recognition, a very obvious wet spot spreading beneath Noah. “Did you just empty your entire supply of cum in the first round?”
Noah laughed wholeheartedly, his eyes and the bridge of his nose crinkling. “What can I say? You have that effect on me.” Noah rolled onto his side to face Kaj. “I feel sorry for the staff, though. They’re gonna hate us.”
“I’ll leave them a really big tip,” Kaj said as Noah reached over to pluck the condom from the drummer’s softening cock. He tied it off and tossed it in the direction of the trash can, missing by half a meter. “And maybe a written apology.”
“Dear Housekeeping,” Noah intoned mockingly, “Sorry about the DNA samples everywhere. We got carried away.”
Kaj burst out laughing. “Carried away? This looks like a fucking crime scene.”
“Fine. Sorry about the aftermath of our sexual apocalypse. Please accept this hundred-dollar bill as compensation for your trauma.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Kaj got up and padded to the bathroom, discarding the condom he’d picked up on the way. He peed, washed himself, and wetted a small towel with warm water for Noah. When he returned, the vocalist had propped himself up against the headboard.
“Room service?” he asked with a mother-fucking-sexy grin.
“Don’t get used to it.” Kaj tossed the washcloth at him. “I’m not your personal cleanup crew.”
Noah caught it and wiped himself down while Kaj found a relatively clean corner of the bed to sit on.
