Kaj opened his mouth to respond, but Noah chose that moment to pull away. He traced the underside of his cock with his tongue before swirling it around the crown with practiced precision, effectively short-circuiting his brain.
Noah released Kaj with an obscene pop and brushed his lips over the engorged head of his cock as he said, “Not gonna answer?”
“Little shit.” Kaj panted.
“Kaj? You awake, dude?” Ivar called again, exasperation clear in his voice. “You’re going to be late.”
Making sure they arrived on time for interviews and other scheduled media engagements was part of the tour manager’s job, though he probably hated having to chase after them like this.
“Should I stop?” Amusement danced in Noah’s eyes as he moved his hand up and down Kaj’s length, thumb spreading his precum in teasing circles.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Kaj whisper-growled as he pushed Noah’s head down on him
Fuck…
“Yo, asshole,” Ivar said as the door of the room clicked open. Kaj’s eyes widened, and he rushed to cover Noah with the duvet—Buenos Aires was cold at this time of the year. “What are you—” The tour manager stood at the door, key card in his hand and a look of exasperation on his face. “Seriously, Larsen?” He gestured at the bulge under the bedding, then facepalmed himself. “It’s like I’m working with a pack of hormonal teenagers.”
Kaj fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white as he tried to keep his composure. “If you didn’t go around barging into people’s rooms… You—” His voice hitched as Noah, undeterred by their visitor, swirled his tongue around the overstimulated head of Kaj’s cock. “You wouldn’t see things you don’t wanna see.”
“If you’d answered, I wouldn’t have needed to enter to check if you were alive.”
“Mm-hmm… Okay.” Kaj’s brain was barely functioning.
“Anyway.” Ivar strode inside and opened the curtains, flooding the room with bright light. He was so used to seeing this kind of crap he didn’t even flinch. “The interview with Modern Drummer is at ten. We’re setting up the laptop for the video call in the lounge area.”
Kaj bit his lip so hard he tasted copper when Noah moved lower on his dick and stayed there, deliberately tightening the muscles in his throat around him. The control he had on such a small part of his body was ridiculous. It was so overwhelming Kaj involuntarily dug his nails into the vocalist’s scalp.
“Are you listening?”
“Y-yeah, yeah… Modern Drummer. Ten. Lounge.” Kaj’s face burned hot from the need to shoot his load. “Now fuck off.”
Ivar narrowed his eyes, then glanced pointedly at the moving duvet. “When you’re done feeding Noah breakfast, come down so you can go over the questions with Niels one last time.”
“What—” Kaj gritted his teeth, tensing all over to avoid moaning out loud in front of the manager.
“I know everything.” Ivar rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You have ten minutes.”
The door clicked shut, and Kaj immediately threw the covers back. Noah’s face was flushed, his hair tousled and mouth glistening with saliva, with no signs of surprise that their tour manager knew about their naughty adventures.
“Ten minutes? Now, that’s offensive,” Noah said with a devilish grin. “I can make you come in two.”
“You’re unbelievable.” Kaj laughed, scrubbing his palms over his face. “Though I think you have some explaining to do-uuh—Fuuuuck!” His words and every brain synapses in him melted the moment Noah wrapped his lips around his cock again.
The morning light streaming through the opened curtains bathed Noah’s skin in golden hues, highlighting the flex of muscles in his shoulders as he moved.
“Eyes on me,” Kaj commanded, seizing Noah’s jaw and fisting the hair on top of his head.
Noah’s gaze flicked up. There was hunger in it, a silent plea that scraped deep into Kaj’s bones. It was so intense that Kaj’s rib cage cracked, admitting defeat without putting up a fight. Was this what a real connection felt like? He wouldn’t know, didn’t remember. But it was warm and so overwhelming he couldn’t breathe. Maybe it was just a mirage created by the haze slowly taking over his consciousness.
In awe, Kaj grazed his thumb over the stretched seam of Noah’s lips. One of his hands was gripping his cock firmly, working in tandem with his mouth, while the other cupped and gently rolled his balls. Electricity sparked through Kaj’s body, twisting his soul like it was smoke.
“I’m close.” His hips began moving of their own accord in shallow thrusts that Noah happily welcomed, taking him deeper. “God—yes, yes… That’s it.”
Kaj’s voice vanish into a strangled moan as his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave. He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing and shuddering in uncontrollable spasms. Time stretched and compressed all at once.
Breathing heavily, Kaj opened his eyes and looked down, only to find Noah staring up at him. A trickle of cum escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin when he slowly pulled off Kaj’s softening cock.
Noah crawled up the bed like a predator stalking his prey. Before he knew it, the warm, salty essence of Kaj’s release flooded his own mouth, mixing with the traces of Noah’s cum as he’d sucked him before. Kaj groaned at the filthy intimacy of it, a hand coming up to grip the back of Noah’s neck as their tongues slid together, sharing one messy, carnal kiss that left them both panting.
