Espresso in The Rain

(Mature Content Ahead)

Noah stirred as the first hints of morning light seeped through the curtains. His body ached in the best way possible, the soreness a lingering reminder of the night before. He blinked sleepily, adjusting to the dim glow in the room, only to find Elias watching him.

Dark eyes traced over his face, his expression unreadable.

"You're staring," Noah murmured, voice still laced with sleep.

Elias smirked, fingers ghosting over Noah's bare back. "Can't help it. You're too damn pretty when you sleep."

Noah rolled his eyes, though his cheeks warmed at the compliment. "You're insufferable."

Elias hummed, pressing a kiss to Noah's shoulder before sliding his hand lower, tracing the curve of his waist, teasing. "And yet, you're still in my bed."

Noah inhaled sharply as Elias' fingers brushed against sensitive skin, sparking the heat that had barely cooled from the night before.

"Elias—"

Elias leaned in, lips grazing Noah's ear. "You're not leaving just yet, are you?"

Noah swallowed hard, his body already betraying him as he pressed closer. "No," he whispered.

That was all the permission Elias needed.

In an instant, he had Noah beneath him again, his lips devouring every inch of exposed skin. Noah gasped as Elias' mouth traveled lower, tongue tracing heated paths down his chest, his stomach—

His breath hitched as Elias settled between his legs, hands gripping his thighs.

Noah barely had time to process before pleasure crashed into him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless, writhing beneath Elias' touch. His fingers tangled in dark hair, his head tilting back as Elias worked him over with slow, deliberate strokes, dragging him higher and higher until—

"Elias—!"

He shattered, his entire body trembling as he rode the pleasure to its peak.

Elias followed soon after, pressing a deep, lingering kiss against Noah's lips before collapsing beside him, arms wrapping around his waist.

They lay there in silence, their bodies tangled together, skin still damp with sweat.

Noah exhaled shakily, turning his head to meet Elias' gaze.

"…This is dangerous," he murmured.

Elias arched a brow. "Falling for me?"

Noah scoffed, rolling onto his side to face him. "You're full of yourself."

Elias smirked, his fingers tracing slow circles on Noah's hip. "You didn't answer the question."

Noah hesitated.

Because the truth was—yes.

He was falling.

Fast.

And he wasn't sure if he'd survive the landing.