Ethan started moving slow. His hips rolled in steady, deliberate circles, like he was savoring every inch of Daniel's body, taking his time, teasing, testing. The friction was electric. Each movement sent shivers crawling up Daniel's spine, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Daniel's breath caught repeatedly, sharp and shallow, caught somewhere between control and surrender.
But that careful, measured pace didn't last long.
Without warning, Ethan's rhythm shifted, his hips picking up speed; fast, urgent, and demanding. The slow teasing became a relentless pulse that made Daniel's whole body tremble in response. Every thrust sent sparks dancing through him, making it impossible to think, impossible to stay cold.
Daniel's mind went blank.
The world narrowed to just the heat between them and Ethan's strong, sure movement inside him. The sound of his own ragged breathing mixed with Ethan's low groans filled the room.
Ethan's hands were relentless, holding Daniel's hips like he was never letting go. His movements were no longer gentle or tentative. They were fierce and determined, pushing Daniel to places he hadn't known he wanted to go.
Daniel's body trembled beneath him, a helpless captive to the sensations crashing through him.
His breath came in ragged gasps, each movement from Ethan sending shockwaves from the tips of his fingers to the core of his being.
He tried to hold onto the cold mask—the stoic, controlled man he showed the world. But it was cracking, splintering with each second Ethan dominated him with that cocky grin.
"Why do you even try to keep that wall up?" Ethan teased breathlessly, leaning close enough for their breaths to mingle.
Daniel's reply was a strangled sound — half-growl, half-whimper — lost in the thunder of his heartbeat.
Ethan's lips brushed Daniel's ear. "You're nothing like you want me to believe."
Daniel turned his face into the pillow, heat rushing to his cheeks. He hated how right Ethan was. Hated how much he was melting under the weight of Ethan's touch.
"You're full of it," Daniel muttered, voice barely audible.
"But you love it," Ethan countered with a wicked grin.
Daniel rolled his eyes, but his hand didn't move to push Ethan away this time. Instead, it curled into a loose fist on the sheet, the first crack in his defenses he couldn't hide.
In a moment of weakness, Daniel's hand flew up, fingers tangling in Ethan's hair. He pulled him down hard into a kiss, fierce, desperate, hungry a clash of lips and teeth and tongues that matched the wild pounding of their bodies.
Ethan groaned into the kiss, responding with equal fire, his hands roaming like they were claiming Daniel piece by piece. The taste of Ethan, the warmth of his breath, the weight of his body pressing down—it broke Daniel's stoic barrier, bit by bit.
They moved together in perfect sync, a chaotic rhythm that blurred time.
The second climax hit with the force of a storm. Daniel's body arched involuntarily, muscles tight with pleasure and exhaustion. He felt utterly undone — raw and exposed beneath Ethan's steady, commanding presence.
When they finally slowed, Ethan collapsed beside him, breathing heavy but eyes sharp and alive.
Daniel lay face down, chest heaving, his mind still spinning. The cold, calculated persona he so carefully crafted was nowhere to be found.
He had never expected this to happen. He thought he'd keep control, keep his distance. But Ethan had torn that illusion apart with patient persistence and fiery desire.
Daniel's voice was hoarse as he murmured, "I didn't expect... any of this."
Ethan chuckled, the sound warm and victorious. "Neither did I. But here we are."
Daniel shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but Ethan's hand shot out, gripping his hip and pulling him back down.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ethan teased.
Daniel groaned. "I need a breather."
Just as Daniel thought he might finally get a moment to breathe, he felt Ethan shift behind him, warm and heavy, pressing firmly against his back.
Daniel groaned, half-laughing, half-exhausted. "What the hell? Are you—are you in heat or something?"
Ethan's laugh was soft but full of that cocky charm Daniel couldn't resist. "One last time. Please?" he said, his voice dropping to a teasing, almost innocent tone.
Daniel blinked, stunned that Ethan could be this shameless after everything. He tried to push himself up, desperate for even a little space, but before he could make any move, Ethan's hands gripped his hips firmly again.
With a smooth, steady motion, Ethan slid back inside him, and Daniel's head fell back, a loud moan ripping through his throat.
"Seriously? Give me a break!" Daniel gasped, cursing between heavy breaths.
But Ethan wasn't listening. His grin was all teeth and mischief as he pressed in deeper, hips moving with renewed vigor.
"Nope. Not a chance," Ethan said, voice low and cocky.
Daniel's protests were half-hearted at best.
Every thrust, every movement from Ethan sent new waves crashing over him, wiping away what little resolve he had left.
He was cursing Ethan under his breath, telling him to give him a break, to stop being insufferable—but none of it mattered. Ethan wasn't listening.
"I swear, you're trying to kill me," Daniel gasped between breaths.
Ethan just smiled, biting his lip. "You're worth it."
Daniel's cold exterior melted faster with every word, every touch. He couldn't deny the way Ethan made him feel—seen, wanted, vulnerable but safe.
And just like that, they were off again, another round, then another, the night stretching before them like an endless game neither wanted to end. Their bodies tangled, breaths mixing, laughter spilling between gasps and moans.
Hours later, tangled and exhausted, Daniel finally stopped resisting.
He lay on his back, limbs heavy, skin flushed, and heart pounding wildly. His usual calm was replaced by a soft, satisfied haze.
Ethan settled beside him, arms draping over Daniel's chest.
Daniel sighed, voice low and breathy, "You're impossible."
"And you're cute when you're tired," Ethan whispered.
Daniel rolled his eyes but smiled faintly.
"Maybe you're not so cold after all," Ethan teased.
Daniel's fingers twitched as if to protest, but instead, they found Ethan's hand and held on.
For once, Daniel didn't pull away.
In the quiet aftermath, Daniel realized the truth he'd been trying to deny all night.
He wasn't in control here.
And maybe, just maybe, that was okay.
Ethan's cocky smile softened as he looked down at Daniel.
"You okay?"
Daniel nodded, voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. Better than okay."
Ethan kissed his forehead, then whispered, "Good. Because this is just the start."
Daniel's lips curled into a small smile.
"Don't get cocky," he warned.
Ethan grinned, "Too late."
They fell asleep tangled together — two people learning to break their own walls, one moment, one touch at a time.