The door slammed shut behind Jonas, his bag hitting the floor with a thud. The heat in the dorm room wasn't from the weather, it was Rafael's gaze.
Jonas didn't even get a word out.
In two strides, Rafael was in front of him, slamming a hand against the wall right beside Jonas' head. The other curled into the front of his shirt, gripping it tight.
"Did you enjoy it?" Rafael's voice was low, shaking with restrained fury. "His hand on your waist. His eyes on you like he owned you."
Jonas smirked, mocking, hiding the tremble under his skin. "You mean like how that girl had her tits pressed on your arm like she wanted to devour you whole?"
Rafael growled, dragging him off the wall and slamming him against it again. "Jealous?"
"Possessive," Jonas hissed. "The kind that wants to bite, not whine."
And that's all it took.
Lips crashed. Teeth clashed. This wasn't kissing. It was devouring.
Clothes came off in a blur of torn fabric and panting breaths, Rafael's hands everywhere, pinning, roaming, clutching like he'd die if he let go. Jonas fought him for control, clawed at his back, leaving welts as they stumbled to the bed. But Rafael shoved him down and pinned him there, hovering above, panting, pupils blown wide with hunger.
"You think he could give you this?" Rafael's voice was gravel, as his hips rolled down hard. Jonas gasped, arching up. "He wouldn't survive you."
"Neither will you," Jonas shot back, pulling him in.
And the storm broke.
They were all fingernails dragging down spines, hips grinding until bones ached, sweat pooling in the sheets. Words spilled out between gasps, taunts, confessions, curses. Jonas whispered Rafael's name like a sin, Rafael moaned Jonas' like a prayer. Every thrust wasn't just release, it was revenge, it was need, it was obsession.
By the time they collapsed, the sheets were ruined, the air heavy with sex and something deeper, something neither of them dared say aloud.
But their bodies knew it.
And their hearts?
Were already too far gone.
The room was thick with heat, their skin slick with the aftermath of fevered desire. Rafael's hands were still pressed firmly against Jonas's back, fingers digging in just enough to claim him without pain. Jonas's breath hitched, chest rising and falling unevenly as he clung to Rafael like a lifeline.
"Jonas," Rafael murmured low, voice coated in something almost tender, "you're mine. All of you."
Jonas swallowed hard, chest tightening with the weight of those words, not just spoken but felt, etched deep. "I don't want anyone else but you," he whispered back, voice trembling with raw need and something softer, something like fear of losing what they just sealed in sweat and heat.
Rafael's lips brushed over Jonas's temple, trailing down the side of his face with slow, deliberate care. "I've been crazy for you since the first moment," he confessed, fingers threading through Jonas's hair, tugging gently. "Watching you, wanting you, it's been maddening. You don't even know how much I crave you."
Jonas closed his eyes, heart pounding like a drum, a mixture of relief and wild, aching hope flooding through him. "I was scared you'd look away," he admitted, voice cracking like fragile glass. "That you'd find someone better. But now…" He pulled Rafael closer, pressing their foreheads together, "now I know, it's only you."
Rafael smiled, slow, wicked, and full of promise, his other hand sliding down to grip Jonas's hip, fingers curling possessively. "Jealousy nearly drove me mad today," he teased, voice dropping lower, lips grazing Jonas's ear, "seeing you with that guy... But now I get to show you exactly who you belong to."
Jonas shivered, heat flaring in places beyond the skin. "Show me," he breathed, words laced with longing and challenge. "Make me yours."
Rafael's eyes darkened with hunger, but beneath that blaze was something fiercer still, a desperate need to protect, to claim, to never let go.
"Forever," Rafael promised, voice thick with emotion. "No one else. Just you."
Their bodies moved together again, tangled, desperate, a fierce fire burning higher than ever, obsession and love, tangled beyond saving, beyond reason. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the raw, fierce truth between them.
Rafael's grip tightened, nails digging into Jonas's skin like a claim branded in fire. Every inch of him was marked, claimed, devoured. His mouth found the curve of Jonas's jaw, teeth grazing the tender flesh before sinking in just enough to draw a gasp.
Jonas trembled beneath him, breath ragged, heart hammering with an addictive mix of ache and pleasure. The rougher Rafael got, the deeper Jonas fell, no walls, no defenses left standing. Just raw sensation, and a craving that felt like it would consume him whole.
"Say my name," Rafael growled, voice thick with need and possessiveness.
Jonas barely hesitated, voice shaking but desperate: "Rafael."
"Louder," Rafael demanded, rolling his hips with fierce, demanding rhythm.
"Rafael!" Jonas cried out, body arching into the relentless pleasure, every rough thrust driving him higher, farther over the edge. The roughness wasn't harsh, it was love shaped in desperate, fiery obsession, and it broke down all his walls.
Rafael leaned down, biting hard into Jonas's shoulder, marking him with his passion and promise. "Mine," he hissed, "all of you is mine."
Jonas's fingers tangled in Rafael's hair, pulling him closer even as the burning pleasure threatened to undo him. "I'm yours," he whispered through clenched teeth, every rough movement sending waves of fire crashing through his core.
Rafael's hands roamed, claiming, caressing, exploring every part of Jonas like a treasure he could never lose. He wasn't just taking; he was worshipping, obsessing, needing every piece of him.
Jonas gasped, cried out, begged, in that sweet, savage mix of pain and pleasure where obsession turned into salvation. "Never stop," he breathed, voice raw and broken.
Rafael's grin was wicked, eyes blazing. "Never," he promised.
And with that, he claimed him again, harder, deeper, until their cries filled the small room, their souls tangled in a fierce, desperate love that neither of them could ever deny.