The room trembled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick rhythm of flesh meeting flesh, every thrust from Rafael driving Jonas closer to the edge, and then beyond. The heat between them was suffocating, thick enough to drown in, every nerve screaming for more.
Rafael's grip on Jonas tightened, nails digging into the skin of his hips as he claimed him deeper and harder, unrelenting. The roughness of his touch sent shockwaves up Jonas's spine, igniting every inch of his body like wildfire. Every thrust was a challenge, a declaration of possession, a dark promise whispered with every breathless gasp.
Jonas's hands clawed at Rafael's back, desperate to hold on, to never let this moment slip away. His body trembled with need and raw vulnerability, muscles aching for the release only Rafael could give.
"Say my name," Rafael growled, voice thick with desire, "Tell me you're mine."
Jonas's lips parted, voice cracking, "Rafael."
The sound hit Rafael like a shot fired straight to the core. His thrusts faltered for just a heartbeat before snapping back with renewed fury, the name burning on his tongue like a spell binding them tighter.
The walls closed in around them, the outside world fading until nothing existed but their heated moans and the desperate rhythm of their bodies colliding in an obsessive dance. Rafael's mouth found Jonas's again, devouring his lips, biting and licking with a feral hunger that made Jonas's head spin.
Each moment was a battle and a surrender all at once, Jonas's moans rising, raw and wild, as the relentless pleasure built in waves. Rafael's hands traced fire across his skin, fingers leaving trails of heat and promise, while his hips pushed deeper, harder, until they both teetered on the edge.
"Come for me," Rafael whispered harshly, voice trembling with need.
Jonas's body arched, every nerve ending aflame as he fell apart beneath Rafael's command, crying out the release that shattered him into pieces and put him back together again, only more broken, more whole, more his than ever.
But Rafael wasn't done. Not yet. With a growl, he pulled Jonas close, grinding into him with a ruthless desperation that left no space for anything but their raw obsession. His breath hitched, voice low and rough.
"You're mine. Always."
Jonas clung to him, gasping, "Forever."
Their bodies moved as one, wild, rough, tender, brutal, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, Rafael found his own release, voice raw and broken as he claimed Jonas completely.
They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, hearts pounding in a chaotic symphony of love and lust, obsession and surrender.
Jonas's fingers traced lazy circles on Rafael's back as they caught their breath, the silence heavy but sweet between them.
In that quiet afterglow, Rafael pressed a gentle kiss to Jonas's temple.
"Never let me go."
"Never," Jonas whispered back.
And as they finally drifted toward sleep, tangled in each other's arms, the fire between them burned steady, wild and unyielding, promising more to come.
---
Every breaks they have became a little rendezvous they shared.
Rafael doesn't wait. The second Jonas slips into the alley, he's pinned,
back against the wall, lips stolen in a kiss that's all teeth and desperation.
"You drive me insane," Rafael hisses, breath hot against his ear.
"You sneak into my veins like poison, and I crave every drop."
Jonas gasps, fists clenching Rafael's shirt.
"I belong to you," he pants, "So stop looking at anyone else----"
Rafael's hand slides beneath Jonas' shirt,
fingers tracing the heated skin he's claimed time and time again.
"You think I want them?" he growls. "You're the only one I fuck. The only one I think about."
Clothes are half-pulled, jeans barely undone,
it's rushed, messy, frantic.
The alley echoes with breathless moans, the soft thud of hips meeting,
the desperation of lovers who can't get enough,
who don't want to wait for nightfall anymore.
Their obsession has evolved.
It's not just about possession now----
it's addiction.
Jonas gasped as Rafael's mouth trailed down his neck, biting,
not enough to break skin, but enough to claim.
The world blurred. The sun was up, people walked nearby,
but in that shadowed corner, nothing existed but heat, breath, and obsession.
"You always wear this fucking cologne," Rafael muttered against Jonas' jaw,
voice thick with hunger. "I smell it on my sheets. On my fingers. Even when you're gone, I feel you there."
Jonas moaned, arching into his touch. "Then don't let me go."
Rafael chuckled, dark, possessive. "I won't."
His hand wrapped around Jonas, pumping slow, deliberately cruel in pace.
"You're mine, Jonas. If Lars touches you again - hell, even looks at you again, I'll ruin him."
Jonas whimpered, breath stuttering. "Then show me. Ruin me."
And Rafael did.
Their hips clashed, desperate, fevered.
Jonas bit his own knuckle, trying to stay quiet,
but Rafael didn't make it easy.
He whispered filth in Jonas' ear with every thrust:
how perfect he felt, how tight, how beautiful when he fell apart.
He told him all the things he could never say in the daylight.
And Jonas… Jonas soaked it in like water to fire.
His legs trembled, body slick with sweat and lust,
every moan swallowed in Rafael's mouth.
"More----" Jonas begged, clawing at Rafael's back. "Harder----"
Rafael growled. "You want more? Then you'll scream my name, right here, I don't care who hears."
Jonas did.
And when they finally collapsed, shaking and breathless,
Rafael didn't let go. He cradled Jonas against him, lips pressed to his forehead.
"I'll destroy the world if it ever tries to take you from me."
Rafael's thumb dragged over Jonas' lip one last time, eyes burning even as he stepped back like nothing happened.
"Go. Before I drag you back in."
Jonas fixed his shirt, cheeks still flushed, lips kiss-swollen, thighs trembling. "I'm walking. See?"
Rafael turned away with a quiet chuckle, adjusting his collar as he disappeared into the crowd.
Jonas stood there for a second longer, dazed, before forcing his legs to move.
Every step sent a reminder of what had just happened.
Warmth… trickling down. Sticky. Unmistakable.
He squirmed mid-stride, eyes darting around in paranoia.
His shirt was long enough, thank god, but the feeling?
It made his ears burn and his thighs squeeze together on instinct.
"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, hurrying toward the restroom,
ignoring the friendly nods from passing classmates.
His insides clenched with every reminder of Rafael buried deep inside him.
Locking himself in a stall, Jonas sat down with a sigh, burying his face in his hands.
"That bastard. He didn't even give me time to----"
He bit his lip, hard.
But even in the silence of the stall, his heart pounded, echoing with Rafael's words:
"You're mine."
And the worst part?
Jonas didn't want to wash him off.