If I Were To Die (Artificial Suicide #1)

Twenty-five

Noah had no idea what time it was. After losing count of the orgasms Kaj had drawn out of him, they had woken up so late breakfast was actually lunch. But his body was so sore, and the days were so long, it could be the morning, the evening, or his fucking next life.

“Shouldn’t you start getting ready?” Kaj mumbled hoarsely, breaking the silence that had been embracing them for what felt like hours.

“Probably. What time is it?”

“Around six. I think?”

“Ugh. Okay.”

Buck naked, covered in sweat, lube, and cum, with the side of his face pressed on the mattress, Noah couldn’t even open his eyes. Seriously, as pleasurable as it’d been, he felt like a truck had run over him. His pulse was still so loud it made his skin tingle from the roots of his hair to his toes. All he wanted was to sleep, but he needed the stupid money.

Grumbling, he got up, only to see Kaj in a similar position beside him. Noah hated him so much right now. He had pushed him to the limit, exhausting himself in the process, yet he got to rest now.

Noah dragged his feet to the bathroom, yawning—his jaw hurt. Still in a haze, he untangled the knots in his hair and brushed his teeth while blankly staring at himself in the mirror. Only when he was done, after rinsing his mouth, did he notice the bruises decorating his body like a masterpiece. On his wrists. On his hips. He also had a bite mark on his thigh from when they’d sixty-nined, and on the crook of his neck.

Most people would find it disturbing, but for him it was exhilarating. It was evidence that he wasn’t imagining all this. And while he didn’t know if Mads usually ended up so battered, in his fuzzy mind, Noah wanted to think that he didn’t. That Kaj didn’t unleash and lose his grip the same way he did with him.

With a lazy smile, as he wallowed in that thought, Noah got in the shower. The water cascading down his back made him sigh. Everything was sticky and dry when he soaped his body, even his hair. His grin widened. He might not have had many partners—not that he cared about numbers—but he had certainly been lucky in that sense. With Zach, he got to experience what being in charge, cherished, and worshiped truly meant. With Kaj, he had the chance to leave himself at the mercy of another man’s unbridled desire and still be in control.

Just thinking about all the sins committed during the last few hours made his cock twitch, but Noah didn’t have time for this. Ugh .

He rinsed his hair, dried with a towel as he got out of the shower, and put on the clothes he’d brought to the bathroom. Once he was done, he went to his room to grab a couple of leather bracelet cuffs. He never wore them in the summer, but he also didn’t want to turn heads and have weird questions tossed at him—some of his coworkers had no filter. While buckling them, Noah looked at Kaj still sprawled on the bed. Even relaxed, the muscles of his back and shoulders looked pumped like he’d just finished working out. And that ass... He hated that the drummer wouldn’t allow him anywhere near it, because he was dying to have a taste. Admiring the marvel of beauty that he was, Noah realized Kaj’s breathing pattern was shallow and slow. He’d fallen asleep again. Fucker .

Noah grabbed his wallet and phone from his desk and went to the kitchen. He only had fifteen minutes before he had to leave. It took him about an hour to get to work, and he started at eight, but he was hungry, and for the next few hours there wouldn’t be much to eat. Leaning his ass against the counter, he stuffed his mouth with a cold slice of pizza while scrolling through his socials, then poured himself a glass of Coca-Cola because water with pepperoni pizza was weird.

“Where do you keep the clean sheets? Those are disgusting,” Kaj said in a deep, sleepy voice as he approached, running his fingers through the longer hair on top of his head and slicking it back. A simple gesture that made his biceps bulge and his dorsals spread, creating an impressive curve that narrowed down to his hips.

Unable to overlook such a view, Noah’s eyes roamed over his body. Strong legs. Slim waist. Broad shoulders. Everything wrapped in a sculpted mass of muscle. He never got tired of gawking at him. And that appendage swaying with every step, thick even when limp... Jesus .

“Bottom drawer of my closet.” Noah cleared his throat and sipped his soda, trying to keep his composure. “Are you gonna be my maid today?”

“In your fucking dreams. I just wanna get some sleep on a clean bed after I shower.”

“Fair.” He nodded. “So, what are you gonna do the whole evening? Just sleep?”

This situation, with a different person, would have never happened. If Noah didn’t know someone, he wouldn’t invite them over, much less leave them alone at his mom’s house. He wouldn’t be having sex with them either. But as strange as this new, belligerent, and aggressive version of Kaj was, it was him , and that alone seemed to be reason enough for Noah’s logic to grant him access.

“Mostly, yeah.” Kaj stopped so close to Noah that he could smell both of them on him. “Need to charge my batteries for when you come back.”

“Not sure I’ll be able to take it in the ass tonight, though.”

“Hurt or sore?” he asked as he propped his palms on the counter, caging Noah in.

“Sore.”

Kaj smirked, seemingly proud. “You still have a mouth.” He inched closer, scraping the sensitive skin of his neck with his stubbled jaw as he rasped, “And you look amazing on your knees.”

“We’ll see about that.” Noah pushed him away and walked toward the foyer. He had no time for this, and although it pained him, he needed a break.

“If we’re not gonna have any type of sex, I’m leaving.”

Noah glared at him, wanting to kick him out. Almost . “I meant it as in maybe you’ll be the one choking on a dick tonight, asshole.”

“I wanna tie you up and make you beg,” Kaj continued, ignoring what Noah said as he pointed at him with a devilish grin. “Cuffs look good on you.”

“I don’t trust you enough for that.”

“Too bad. We’d have a great time.”

“Sure.” Noah snorted as he stepped into his Vans. “Anyway, see you later. Don’t set the house on fire or anything.”

It was past one in the morning on a hectic night at the club.

Noah barely had time to sit for a minute since he got here, and there were still another three hours before his shift ended, but he was more than ready to go home. The extracurricular activities with Kaj and the lack of sleep were weighing down on him. He wasn’t complaining, though he would happily sit on the uncomfortable couch they had in the staff room and doze off for ten minutes.

The only thing that had made this whole evening bearable were some of the regulars, who always had the craziest stories to tell. Them and Zach, who had come back from touring with Crimson Remains, one of his favorite bands on Earth.

“It was insane. Watching a concert from that perspective, feeling like you’re somehow part of it... It was the best sensation ever.”

After months of working as a music tech and before going to college to pursue his music career, Zach—thanks to his undeniable talent and charisma—had the chance to be a roadie during the group’s summer tour. His passion and excitement shone in every word.

“That definitely sounds like an adventure,” Noah said as he wiped the counter with a dishcloth. “I’m jealous.”

“Well, you’re going to start living your dream soon. When are you leaving for London?” Zach rested his elbows on the wooden surface and took a sip of his beer.

“Beginning of September.”

“Already got the flights?”

“Yup. No chance to back out now.”

“You better not even think about that or I’m kicking your ass.”

“Now that’s tempting.” Noah grinned, earning a full-chested laugh from Zach.

I’ve missed that sound.

“How’s everything else going?”

“Not as exciting as traveling all around Europe, but it’s alright. Same old shit—work, hang out with the guys, and repeat.” You don’t need to know about my extracurricular activities . “But tell me more about the gigs and the after-parties. I’m sure they’ve been wild.”

Zach chuckled, telling him about the nights at Tuska Festival and some of the others he’d attended while on tour, but Noah wasn’t really paying attention as his gaze zeroed in on Kaj.

Noah was aware he’d been there for a while, blatantly watching him like a hawk while sipping his whiskey. He hadn’t tried to hide, hadn’t approached to talk or even waved at him when he sat on that stool at the far end of the bar. He was alone, stalking him with quiet precision, waiting for Noah to let down his guard so he could attack.

The best part of it all was the dare in his eyes. It was a silent conversation, but it was still blaring— “You’re in so much fucking trouble.”

Noah hadn’t had meaningless hookups, but from Val and Theo’s anecdotes, there was no way someone would behave like Kaj if they didn’t care.

Even with the distance between them in this dim, loud place, with flashing lights and people talking above the harsh beats of music, Noah heard Kaj’s jaw grinding in his mind when some of the patrons flirted with him. It happened a lot, like it was some sort of social requirement in these types of places, and it was a two-way street. As a customer, you could earn a free shot. As a bartender, you could get better tips. But it meant no harm. Still, Kaj was tense, and if glares could kill, he would have committed genocide at this point.

“And when’s the next tour coming for you?” Noah asked when his brain put Zach’s words together and made sense of them.

“They’re still on tour. The States this time. But I need to focus on college.”

“Yeah. I get that.” He nodded while pouring beers for a group of friends too caught up in their banter to notice the girls ogling them from a few meters away. Observation . It was a superpower Noah had developed during the months he’d been working here.

“I hope I’ll be jumping from city to city again next year.”

“You better bring me a gift or something next time, or I’m gonna get mad.”

Zach grinned. “What is it that the pretty boy wants?”

“A magnet or a mug. I don’t know. Something that shows you still think of me.”

“Of course I think of you.” He smirked. “And the things I’d do to you again.”

Noah quirked an eyebrow and slid the five beer pints across the counter, taking the money without looking away from Zach’s hazel eyes.

“I’m kidding.” He let out a resounding laugh. “I know you’re a one dude at a time guy, and by the way he’s staring”—Zach tilted his head in Kaj’s direction—“I’d say you two are fucking.”

“I...” Noah’s eyes flicked to Kaj for a moment, a wave of shame hitting him. “Sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say as guilt jammed his throat.

Zach shook his head, smiling. “Like I said a few months ago, it’s alright . No hard feelings. Besides, I’ve had my fair share of tits and dicks this summer.”

Noah scrunched his nose with a crooked smile. He had to admit that a tiny part of him twinged at that statement, but he felt relieved. Like a weight he hadn’t noticed he was carrying lifted off his shoulders. “Should I congratulate you?”

“I’ve kinda surpassed my personal record.”

“Congrats!” He chuckled.

“Anyway, been here long enough. Gonna go back with the guys.” Zach pointed with his thumb. “Do you think it worked?”

“What?”

“Making him jealous.”

Noah snorted, glancing at the drummer again just in time to see him gripping his glass tighter than necessary. “I’d say yes.”

“Good. He needs to know he’s not your only option.” Zach flashed him a mischievous grin as he outstretched his hand for Noah to shake. “Just be careful, yeah?” His expression was one of affection and concern. He’d seen right through them.

Noah smiled, warmth spreading inside his chest. “I will.”

“Have fun then.” Zach winked at him and walked away.

Be careful.

Those words sounded heavier than they were, and Noah knew exactly why.

He knew what they were doing was wrong, no matter how honest Mads and Kaj’s relationship was. They were pretty solid from what Noah had seen, but the fact that Kaj was here now and had chosen to spend the weekend at his house—on top of everything else they’d been doing—instead of sleeping or doing something else, showed a clear shift in their dynamic. Whether Kaj acknowledged it or not, this was more than just sex for him, too. Bittersweet, ugly, and most likely borderline psychotic, but it was fucking thrilling knowing he stirred that possessive part of him.

While Noah had never considered himself selfish, with Kaj, the need to forsake all warning signs and succumb to his darkest needs prevailed over morality.

So, instead of cutting the strings binding them, he would take everything he could from him. Every stroke, kiss, and bite. Every drop of hate and lust. Until they reached an imminent breaking point.

“Enjoying yourself?” Kaj tossed as Noah approached him.

“It’s a decent job, entertaining even.”

“Must be. From where I’m sitting, it seems like all you do is flirt with every guy who pays you a little attention.”

He propped both hands on the counter. “And here I thought you didn’t care who I fuck.”

“I don’t.”

“That’s not what the wrinkle between your brows says.”

“You could fuck any of them right here, and I wouldn’t bat an eye.”

Noah quirked a brow and offered a patronizing grin. Rattling this man made him feel so damn powerful. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Larsen.”

“Pretending you don’t love it doesn’t suit you either.” He scoffed. “What did he want anyway?”

“He, who ?”

“Don’t play dumb or I’ll make you choke on the next stupid thing that comes out of your mouth.”

“Is that a threat?”

“If you keep pushing it, it’ll be a reality.” Kaj narrowed his eyes at him.

Chuckling, Noah grabbed the empty glass in front of him and reached for the whiskey to pour him another. “What are you doing here?”

“Took a long nap and got bored.”

“You mean after you went through my underwear drawer?”

“Why would I do that?”

Noah bent forward and rested his elbows on the counter. “I have some interesting things in there.”

“Good for you, but I don’t care what you hide in your drawers.” Brushing his lips along Noah’s jaw as he leaned forward, Kaj added, “All I care about is the way your filthy mouth swallows my cock and how that greedy, tight ass of yours strangles it when I have you on your knees completely at my mercy.”

Holy shit .

Noah straightened, flashing him a lopsided grin as his dick throbbed with enthusiasm. “Anyway, why here?” He cleared his throat, brain still not getting the memo that this wasn’t the moment or place to get horny. “Is there nowhere else to go in the whole city?”

“Figured you could entertain me.” Kaj smirked and took a swig of whiskey, amused by the riot he’d caused in Noah’s pants.

“Am I your personal buffoon now?”

“Kinda.”

“Well, I beg your pardon , Your Highness , but I’m busy working. You know, that thing us mortals do to get money?”

Kaj rolled his eyes.

It was cute seeing him act this normal and let his face disclose what he was thinking, which he usually didn’t do. The tension wrapped around him all the time, as if he were in a constant state of alert, was exhausting even to watch. Noah didn’t know how he could live like that, but he liked him better this way—snarky with a touch of sadism but relaxed.

“I’ll wait,” he said.

Noah froze with a glass in each hand. “Are you gonna wait until the end of my shift?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s sweet,” Noah teased, bending down to finish loading the washer as he turned it on. “Or creepy, depending on how you look at it.”

“Just making sure you make it back alive and don’t get distracted by some pretty face .”

Noah bit his bottom lip to contain the smile. “Actually... jealousy does look good on you.”

“Looking good while seething is a talent of mine.”

“So, you admit it.” Noah laughed. “You’re jealous.”

“No, I simply don’t like that guy. He’s just...” Kaj narrowed his eyes, looking in the direction Zach had disappeared.

It felt like he had a piece of information Noah was missing, but wanting to keep the mood light, he continued giving him shit.

“Attractive? Interesting? Tall? No, wait. The words you’re looking for are insanely hot .”

Kaj peered up at Noah, frowning, and tossed a crumpled napkin at him when he grinned. “Shut it.”

And there, for a fraction of a second, as those beautiful ice-blue eyes lit up, he saw the ghost of a smile on Kaj’s face. It wasn’t a dark, sinister grin or that ridiculously wicked smirk he always put on when he knew he was winning, but an actual smile. Fleeting and weak, but it was that damn smile . The same one that had stolen his breath away years ago.

“I don’t like it when someone touches what’s mine in front of me. Period.”

A horde of butterflies set on fire in Noah’s stomach. “Are you claiming me now?”

“For the time being, yes.”

And all the butterflies died.

For the time being, of course.

Brushing the disappointment and discomfort away before they sat in his heart, Noah put on that mask of nonchalance he’d learned to wear around Kaj. You knew what you were getting yourself into.

“Hope you show me later tonight then.” His smile was half-assed and sour. “Anyway, I gotta get back to work, serve people... See you later. Don’t get too drunk.”

For the rest of the night, Noah sailed on a sea of hurt and indifference and everything in between. He tried to act as if the last bit of their interaction hadn’t bothered him. But it had. And since he was petty, especially when frustrated, he didn’t try to avoid people’s friendly antics when they came over for a drink.

Noah was painfully aware of the fact that Kaj was dating Mads. That he wasn’t going to break up with him for a hookup. Not for him. Not with their history. Still, he wanted to mean something.

Despite his inability to get intimate with men if there was only the superficiality of physical attraction, the chemistry he had with Kaj was undeniable. It was the electric rage and chaos of a brewing storm. Energizing. Haunting. Horrifyingly beautiful. But maybe it was just the barrier of emotions they shared starting to crumble on his side or the forsaken memories of a better time sizzling in his heart. Or maybe it simply was his mind playing venomous games with him. It fucking hurt.

When the time to go home finally came, Noah and Kaj walked to Vesterport station in complete silence. It was the longest twelve minutes ever. All Noah could hear was his pulse, the rumbling of the few buses and cars on the streets at this hour, and Kaj’s footsteps behind him. He wasn’t sure if the drummer was pissed off or if it was the heavy atmosphere heightening his senses, but his stomps sounded angry.

Good .

It wasn’t affection, amity, or care, but it was better than nothing at all.

Once at the station, they had to run to catch the four o’clock train. Although they ran every fifteen minutes, Noah didn’t want to wait on the platform more than necessary. He was exhausted.

Kaj, on the other hand, looked a bit on edge. He’d had his arms crossed for the last two stations, right leg bouncing relentlessly. Without even looking at him, Noah could sense the intensity of his stare trying to bore a hole in his face.

“Fine. I’ll take the bait,” Kaj said when they left Dybb?lsbro station. “Why do you have your panties in a twist?”

“Fuck you, Larsen.”

“You’ll be doing just that in forty minutes, but I’m serious. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Noah looked ahead and behind them. The wagon was practically empty, with only one couple flirting and three guys dozing off across the aisle from them a few seats away. “ You wanna talk? I thought this was casual . No strings attached and all that.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Kaj huffed. “It is casual, but it obviously isn’t a one-night stand.”

Noah rolled his eyes and huffed. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Tell me what the fuck’s gotten into you. You were joking two hours ago, and now you’re all weird and moody.” He waved his hand, gesturing to Noah’s entire body. “It’s making me want to punch you in the face.”

Noah looked into those ice-blue eyes while trying to put all the words together. The rattle of the train was the only sound around them, other than the girl a few rows away giggling. But it was all muffled and distant, as if they were in a bubble away from everything. That was when he realized his legs were between Kaj’s, and suddenly all the bravado from before dissipated.

He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to admit out loud he wanted more. If he did, he would lose Kaj forever, and he wasn’t ready for that.

Resting his elbows on his knees, he let his head hang low and sighed. “Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“Bullshit,” Kaj barked, keeping his tone low as he mirrored Noah’s position. “I know you.”

“Do you?”

“You haven’t changed that much.”

“I have.” Noah raised his head and looked Kaj in the eye, offended. Is he calling me childish again?

“In some aspects, you’ve definitely changed. In others, you’re still the same. Plus, you’re easy to read.”

“And you’re gonna tell me now all the things you’ve noticed about me, no?” Noah said sardonically.

“I could list you a few, yes. Like, based on the tension of your body and the way you kept touching your left eyebrow, I knew you were uncomfortable when that guy with the septum ring was flirting with you.”

“You’ve learned to read some of my nervous tics. So what?”

“I also know that your nape is a highly erotic zone.”

“Isn’t it for everyone?”

“Not like it is for you. The way you respond to the slightest touch in that area, or your neck in general...” Kaj bit his bottom lip, looking at him with liquid fire in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat and spread his legs farther apart.

Noah’s gaze involuntarily flicked to his crotch for a second. “That’s why you keep biting me there,” he stated.

“You like it. I like it. It’s a win-win.”

“We’ve been…” Noah scanned the space around them again. He wasn’t sure if anyone had gotten on the train at the last station, and he didn’t need to scandalize them with their conversation. “We’ve been fucking for over a month,” he whisper-growled as he crossed his arms and sat back too. “It’s normal that we know these things about each other. Otherwise, sex would be awful and we wouldn’t be doing it anymore.”

“True. But I also know you probably had a rough night with vodka some time ago.”

“And you know this because...” Noah lifted a challenging eyebrow.

“Your nose scrunches automatically the moment you smell it. Even when you’re just pouring it.”

“Okay. So, you’re observant. That much is obvious.” And scary . “Where are you going with all this?”

“The shit you were pulling before at the bar, I know it was all for show. That you were trying to get a reaction from me.”

“Which I did.”

“That’s not the point,” Kaj gritted. “We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.” Noah turned his face away to look out the window, catching nothing but his reflection over a dark, moving background.

“It’s not enough anymore?”

Silence.

“You wanna end it?” Kaj asked.

“No. But you’re right. It’s starting to feel like it’s not enough.”

“What else do you need from me?”

“Do you really wanna know or is this some sort of twisted game to use whatever I answer against me later?”

Kaj chuckled darkly. “I’m an asshole, I get that. But I do wanna know.”

Noah sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know what I want. Just... not only this. Maybe... I don’t know. For us to talk like normal people, even if it’s about the stupidest, most trivial things.”

“Like right now, you mean?”

“For example.”

“So, you want a friendship.”

Noah shrugged. “I guess so. I... kinda miss that part of our relationship.”

Well, it’s all out there. Brace yourself for the fall now.

“Look,” Kaj sighed, leaning forward again. “A lot happened before and after I emancipated. I’m not the same person I used to be.”

Not what I was expecting. “Me neither.”

Kaj shook his head, and for the first time, he broke eye contact. He inhaled, then exhaled as his fingers mindlessly brushed Noah’s knee through the tear on his jeans. He looked so... defenseless right now. Beautiful and broken.

“It’s different.”

“How?”

“Let’s just say you saw only half of the mess my life was after my dad died.”

“You mean Katja drinking wine like it was water?”

Kaj flinched, shuddered, and stiffened, all in a fraction of a second as his nostrils flared, hand frozen on Noah’s leg. “Among other things.”

Noah frowned. What could be so terrible that it disturbed this brash human being to the point he couldn’t even speak? Did Katja deliver on her promise of making him sleep outside? Did she beat him? Noah never saw any marks on Kaj’s body, but there were ways to avoid the bruises.

A cold shiver raced up Noah’s spine and his stomach flipped upside down, the most gruesome images flickering in his mind.

He needed to know what had happened, not for the sake of learning the morbid details, but to reassure Kaj and be there for him like he apparently had never been. He was itching to touch him, but judging by the tension in his body, if Noah pressed the issue, he would snap. This was the first time Kaj hadn’t immediately shut down and was consciously letting him peek into his soul. So, afraid to shatter the fragility of the moment, he bit his tongue and didn’t even move.

Then, as if something clicked in his head and he realized he was caressing Noah, Kaj moved his hands away, shoving both in his pockets and putting some distance between them.

“Anyway”—he cleared his throat—“what I was trying to say, is that if you got to know the person I am now, you wouldn’t want me in your life. I’m too messed up. You’re just spellbound by the way I fuck you.”

“Because that’s the only reason I keep you around, yeah...” Noah said as they got up and walked toward the train vestibule when they entered Taastrup station. “Whether you’re too much or not for me, that’s up to me to decide.”

“You think you’re in charge, don’t you?” Kaj crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, a smug grin on his face. “The only thing that’s up to you to decide is your limits when I pin you down.”

The shift in attitude implied his vulnerability was a shroud of shame he had to hide. It was disheartening. The saddest thing was that Noah was content with just getting this sliver of the man Kaj really was under the complicated facade he’d created to deceive the world. So, instead of pushing it, he played along.

“I have control over more than that.”

”It’s cute that you think so.”

“Considering you came all the way to Copenhagen tonight just to watch me work, I’m pretty sure I have some sort of power over you.”

“You wish,” Kaj said as they exited the train.

“ So, we’re back to denying you were jealous before? ”

“ Oh, God! Shut up. You’re starting to get annoying. More than usual.”

The station wasn’t very big, and soon they were on the street. They walked around the building behind the station and crossed under the flyover, banter still going strong.

Sex aside, they had been jabbing each other with snarky comments and sarcasm for over two months now, but tonight it felt different. There was something in the air Noah couldn’t shake. It felt as if the fleeting moment of honesty and unspoken care from before needed this combative dynamic to balance the emotional weight of their conversation.

“ It’s okay to be a little possessive and want to mark your territory sometimes, you know? ” Noah teased.

“Fuck it,” Kaj gritted. He grabbed him by the nape and dragged him around the pier, shoving his back against the concrete.

“Shit!” Noah’s breath hitched, dick straining against his jeans. The back of his head hurt, but having Kaj act like himself again, throwing and manhandling him without an ounce of restraint, was too overwhelming for him to care.

“I don’t need to piss on you for anyone to know you’re mine .” Kaj dug his fingers into Noah’s jaw, making him shiver.

A belt buckle clinked.

A fly unzipped.

Euphoria unlocked.

“And how will you assert your claim then? More bite marks?”

With a hand still gripping the back of his neck, Kaj forced Noah to his knees. His pupils were already dilated before, but now they were two daunting black holes filled with devious promises.

Hard and achingly beautiful, his cock stood proud, right in front of his eyes. Noah barely had time to admire it or even breathe in Kaj’s arousing natural scent when he pressed its head against his lips and pushed in.

Fisting his hair in one hand and using the other to hold his jaw in place, Kaj thrust his dick in and out of Noah’s mouth. It was brutal and demanding. Frenzied, sloppy, and so fucking dirty. He wouldn’t let him move, barely let him breathe, as he rolled his hips relentlessly.

Noah clung to the back of Kaj’s thighs, fighting his gag reflex as he motioned him to go deeper and harder. Kaj let out a riotous groan and thickened even more, the praise sending a wave of utter satisfaction through Noah. This man was crushing his willpower and breaking his foundation apart, yet he couldn’t get enough.

Wet.

Throbbing.

Warm.

Back and forth. Over and over, and over again.

With a guttural growl that reverberated from his chest to his dick, Kaj exploded. “Fuuuck!”

Noah sucked and swallowed every drop of him, the salty taste lingering on his tongue as Kaj rode his orgasm, forming a mess of cum and saliva on his lips.

Kaj was still panting when he pulled out of Noah’s mouth, thumbing the corner of it as he devoured him with his eyes. “That’s how I claim what’s mine.”