Espresso in The Rain

Elias' apartment was exactly what Noah expected—minimalist, warm, and carrying the scent of coffee even in the dead of night. The second they stepped inside, Elias locked the door behind them, turning to Noah with a slow, deliberate gaze.

Noah swallowed hard. The tension between them had been thick since the café, but now, in the dim glow of Elias' living room, it became unbearable.

"Are you sure?" Elias asked, voice husky.

Noah didn't answer with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them, gripping Elias by the collar and pulling him into a kiss that left no room for hesitation.

Elias groaned, hands finding Noah's hips, fingers pressing in just enough to make him shiver.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, lips never parting, heat building between them like a fire neither of them wanted to put out.

Noah's jacket hit the floor. Then his shirt. Elias' hands roamed his bare skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Elias broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Tell me what you want."

Noah's breath hitched.

"You," he admitted, voice raw. "All of you."

Elias' dark eyes burned with something dangerously close to possession.

"Then let me give you everything."

And he did.

The night stretched on, filled with whispers, gasps, and the kind of intimacy Noah had never known before. Every touch, every kiss, every slow, deliberate movement made it clear—this wasn't just sex.

This was something deeper.

Something neither of them were ready to name.

But as Noah lay in Elias' arms afterward, his body exhausted but his heart full, he knew one thing for certain.

He never wanted this night to end.