“No. I don’t.” He steeled his eyes, placing one of his palms onto the mattress in preparation to get up. “I know your heart, but I don’t know how you kiss. I don’t know how it feels when you really like someone, or you’re just bullshitting. I don’t know how you look, or how your energy feels when you’re actually attracted to someone?—”
“My energy?” I cut him off.
“Shut up. I wasn’t finished. If you kissed me, Emerson Blake, I wouldn’t know if it was fake. Or if it was real. Or if you’re just fucking with me because you’re tired of my attitude all the time. I wouldn’t know, because you had Olivia for so long and?—”
I placed my palm against the side of his cheek, holding him there as I leaned down and pressed our lips together. I heard him inhale through his nose as I tried to pour all of my thoughts, all of my feelings, and all of my energy into his lips.
We were frozen in time, not moving, hardly breathing, with our eyes closed. He felt stiff beneath me, and I was about to pull away when a small whimper came from his throat. His muscles relaxed one by one as his body fell back into my arms.
Slowly, I pulled away, pressing our foreheads together and whispering into the space between us. “Did that feel fake, brat? Did that feel like someone who doesn’t like you? Or some random straight guy wanting to experiment? Did that feel like I’m not fucking attracted to you, or your fiery attitude?”
His forehead rubbed against mine as he shook his head, raising his hand to splay against my cheek. “No,” he whispered, just as he pulled our mouths back together.
Kissing Moon was like kissing the entirety of the goddamn universe square on the lips. It took my breath away, leaving me gasping for air and life. The ringing in my ears faded to the far background, so quiet that the silence was much louder. Everything heavy that’d sat on my chest lifted, leaving me weightless—as light as a feather.
He tasted like happiness. Like a future. His lips shifted against mine in panting, rushed breaths as our heads turned in sync, finding new angles to devour each other whole. I couldn’t get enough. I never wanted to stop. I ran my hands over his arms, tracing every tattoo I’d memorized and locked away in my mind.
Moon engulfed me just as much as I’d engulfed him, and I could feel his fire spreading into me, showing me just how it felt to belong for once. Two flames, two fires, one so dwindled I never thought I’d feel it again.
I let him push me onto my back, his legs swinging over my hips, his body bending forward to keep our lips connected the entire way. He ground into me just as his tongue chased mine, deepening our kiss. I moaned deep in the back of my throat, my erection rubbing against his ass. The pressure was like nothing I’d ever felt before, suddenly so fucking much with no release, and Moon had taken me, completely intoxicating me. I could see nothing but him. His platinum blond hair. The artwork on his body. How his eyebrow raised when he thought something I’d said was stupid.
I wanted it all. I craved it all. This was never supposed to be a friendship. It was a friendship built on tinder, waiting for the perfect moment to engulf in flames, forever burning, forever raging, forever scorching our names high enough along the sky for other planets to see.
Moon gasped into my mouth and pulled away, straightening on top of me. He threw his head back, moaning as he ground his hips against me harder. “Oh, fuck.”
His voice trembled as he said it, wavering in time with his hips. When he arched his back, I could see them—the outline of his nipple rings beneath his shirt.Fuck me.I curved my hands around his hip bones, holding him there, helping him move back and forth. “God fucking damn, Moon. Fuck.”
“Do you like it”—he smirked, looking down at me—“Daddy?”
I threw my head back, groaning and thrusting up into him, matching his pace. “Goddamn it, brat. You’re going to fucking kill me.” I pulled his hips and pushed them back, reveling in everything he was showing me. “Kiss me, Moon. Kiss me with that filthy fucking mouth of yours.”
He giggled—actually giggled. It was a breath of fresh air to hear from him. “Don’t gotta ask me twice.” I helped him grind our erections as he bent down, capturing my lips with his once more.
It was ecstasy in its purest form. Neither of us stopped. Neither of us slowed down. Moon roamed his hands from my shoulders, along my arms, and stopped on top of my hands, putting pressure over them each time I moved him into a downstroke.
So much. There was so much building inside of me. We got faster, sloppier, Moon basically taking over the closer we got. I let him lead, trusting him to get us where we so desperately wanted to be.
When it got too difficult to keep my mouth on his, I pulled away, panting. “Gonna come. Gonna come. Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Moon.”
“Please,” he whimpered, pushing his face into my neck.
I could hear his soft cries as they got louder and louder, urging me on faster. One more thrust, one more grind, and Iwas fucking gone. All of my muscles tightened, my eyes squeezed shut, and I could hardly even hear the last few seconds as cum started to spread in my jeans.
What I could hear, albeit faintly, was Moon releasing a guttural, almost feral-sounding moan straight into my neck, right below my ear. “Emerson, oh god. Oh, god. Yes, oh fuck.”
All we could do was breathe. Our chests rose and fell in time with each other, sweat sticking to our skin as I held Moon against me, and his body fell limp against mine. I held him until we caught our breath. I held him while we slowly gained our minds back. I held him until the cum in our jeans was too much to handle, and we desperately needed to change into something different.
I gave him a pair of sweats, knowing he didn’t like wearing shorts, and gave him the privacy he silently requested as he cleaned up and changed in the bathroom. When he came back, we lay in the bed, my arms wrapped around him like we were before.
This time, though, our lips were a matching shade of red, swollen and puffy. His chin had caught the brunt of my beard, creating a slightly irritated burn against his skin. I couldn’t help but kiss it gently, savoring every moment.
He smiled, glancing between my eyes. “We need to discuss a few things if we do that again. There wasn’t nearly enough degradation happening.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, but I couldn’t contain my smirk. “Yes, we definitely need to have a talk about all of that. Because I absolutely plan on doing that again if you’ll let me.”
“That didn’t feel like an experiment.”
“Because it wasn’t, Moon.”
