Espresso in The Rain

The apartment was dark except for the faint glow from the city filtering through the windows. The air between them was thick, charged with something dangerous—something Noah wasn't sure he could walk away from even if he wanted to.

Elias stood in front of him, shirt already discarded somewhere along the way. His body was toned, broad in a way that made Noah's fingers twitch with the need to touch, to trace the lines of muscle leading down to—

Focus.

Noah's breath hitched as Elias leaned in, one hand braced against the wall beside his head while the other ghosted over the hem of his shirt. "You're staring again."

Noah's throat was dry. "So are you."

Elias smirked, fingers curling under Noah's shirt, dragging the fabric up slowly, teasingly. "That's because you're beautiful."

The words sent heat rushing straight to Noah's core.

Elias didn't wait for him to recover. He peeled Noah's shirt off in one smooth motion, letting it drop to the floor before sliding his hands over Noah's bare skin. His touch was warm, steady, making Noah's pulse race.

Noah sucked in a breath as Elias' lips brushed against his collarbone, his tongue tracing the curve of it before leaving a slow, deliberate kiss. His hands gripped Elias' shoulders, trying to ground himself, but it was impossible when Elias was everywhere—his lips on his skin, his hands skimming lower, setting every nerve on fire.

Noah gasped as Elias nipped at his neck, just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Elias—"

Elias hummed, the vibration sinking into Noah's skin. "Tell me what you want."

Noah's fingers dug into his arms. "You. All of you."

Elias' eyes darkened. "Then take me."

That was all it took.

Noah pulled him in, their mouths crashing together in a desperate kiss. It was messy, heated, filled with all the tension that had been simmering between them for weeks. Elias' hands roamed lower, unbuttoning Noah's jeans with ease, sliding them down just enough—

The fabric pooled at Noah's ankles as Elias pushed him back onto the couch, hovering over him, pinning him down with his weight. The sight of Elias above him, his black hair falling messily over his eyes, his lips swollen from kissing—Noah swore he could've come undone right then and there.

Elias smirked, as if he knew.

"Patience, love."

Noah groaned. "You're such a tease."

Elias chuckled, pressing another slow kiss against his lips. "You love it."

Noah wanted to argue, but then Elias was kissing his way down, fingers tracing over sensitive skin, his tongue flicking over a spot that made Noah arch off the couch—

A sharp gasp left his lips.

He's going to kill me.

Elias took his time, dragging out every touch, every kiss, every sinful movement that left Noah trembling beneath him. By the time he finally reached for a condom, Noah was breathless, body aching for more.

Elias rolled it on with practiced ease before settling between Noah's legs, positioning himself just right—

Noah's breath caught as Elias pushed inside, stretching him open, filling him completely.

Elias groaned, head dropping to Noah's shoulder. "Fuck. You feel incredible."

Noah clung to him, nails digging into his back. "Move."

Elias obeyed.

He started slow, drawing out every thrust, making Noah feel it—every inch, every burn, every wave of pleasure that built higher and higher.

Then he picked up the pace.

Noah was lost.

The sounds of their bodies meeting, the low groans, the breathless moans—it was overwhelming. His body tightened around Elias, chasing that peak, needing more, needing everything—

Elias reached between them, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

Noah shattered.

His orgasm hit him so hard he nearly sobbed, his whole body going tight before releasing in waves of pleasure. Elias wasn't far behind, cursing against Noah's neck as he followed, his body trembling as he emptied inside the condom.

For a while, they just lay there, tangled together, their breaths mingling.

Elias kissed the side of Noah's head. "You okay?"

Noah let out a weak laugh. "I think you ruined me."

Elias smirked, brushing a strand of hair from Noah's face. "Good."

Noah rolled his eyes, but his body was too heavy, too satisfied to move. He let himself relax into Elias' warmth, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

For once, he didn't overthink.

For once, he just let go.