Espresso in The Rain

(Mature Content Ahead)

Noah's breath came in shallow gasps as Elias pressed him against the couch, their bodies flush together. The warmth of Elias' skin against his own sent a shiver down his spine, and when Elias' lips moved from his mouth to the sensitive spot beneath his jaw, Noah let out a shaky exhale.

"Tell me to stop," Elias murmured against his skin, his voice husky, edged with restraint.

Noah's fingers curled into Elias' shoulders, his nails digging slightly into the firm muscles beneath. "I don't want you to."

That was all Elias needed.

In one swift motion, he lifted Noah onto his lap, straddling him with ease. Noah let out a startled gasp, but Elias caught his lips again, swallowing the sound with a deep, possessive kiss.

Noah melted into it, his body arching instinctively, pressing against Elias in all the right places. He could feel the heat radiating from him, the growing tension between them like an electric current threatening to snap.

Elias' hands slid beneath Noah's shirt, fingers exploring the smooth skin of his back before pushing the fabric up and over his head. Noah barely had time to register the loss before Elias' lips were on him again, trailing down his collarbone, his chest, his stomach.

Noah sucked in a sharp breath. "Elias—"

Elias glanced up, his dark eyes burning with a heat that sent a pulse of arousal straight through Noah.

"You're beautiful," Elias murmured, pressing a kiss just above the waistband of Noah's jeans.

Noah felt his face flush. "Shut up."

Elias chuckled, his fingers making quick work of Noah's belt. "You always get so flustered."

Noah wanted to argue, but any words he might've formed dissolved into a breathy moan as Elias' hand slipped beneath the fabric, gripping him firmly.

His head fell back against the couch, his fingers clutching at Elias' hair as pleasure bloomed through his body. Elias was relentless—slow, teasing strokes that had Noah biting his lip to keep from crying out.

But Elias wasn't having that.

"I want to hear you," he murmured, voice low and commanding.

Noah shuddered, his hips bucking slightly into Elias' touch. His entire body was on fire, every nerve ignited under Elias' skillful hands.

And when Elias finally stripped him completely, guiding him onto his back, Noah knew—there was no turning back now.

Noah's breath hitched as Elias hovered over him, their bodies pressed together, bare skin against bare skin.

Elias kissed him deeply, hands mapping every inch of his body, memorizing him.

Noah whimpered against his lips, his body aching, desperate for more.

Elias smirked. "Patience."

Noah groaned. "Fuck patience."

Elias chuckled but didn't make him wait any longer.

And when he finally pushed inside, stretching him open, filling him completely—Noah's world shattered.

The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, consuming.

Elias moved with steady, deliberate thrusts, his hands gripping Noah's thighs, pulling him closer, deeper. Noah clung to him, nails scratching down his back, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync—heat and friction and the sweet, intoxicating slide of skin against skin.

Noah was drowning in Elias, in the way he felt, the way he moved, the way he owned him completely in this moment.

And when he finally tipped over the edge, pleasure crashing through him like a tidal wave, Elias followed moments after, his name a deep, reverent groan against Noah's ear.

They collapsed together, breathless, bodies tangled, skin damp with sweat.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, Elias pressed a lazy kiss against Noah's shoulder and murmured, "So…not running this time?"

Noah huffed a weak laugh, his fingers threading through Elias' hair.

"No," he admitted softly. "Not this time."