The air in the room had shifted. Heavier. Hotter. Noël's skin prickled with heat, each breath he took laced with the heady scent of Avery. A rich, deep, and dangerously alluring scent. It curled around his senses like velvet, and even Avery's voice had begun to feel like a caress against his ears.
When Avery murmured something low, barely a question, more like a plea. Noël tensed.
"Don't," he said, voice thin. "You need to get out. I… I'm too close."
But Avery didn't move. His mind flashed back to the doctor's voice:
"If he reaches that state again, and you truly want to help him, don't abandon him. He needs someone to anchor him. Someone he trusts.
Avery slowly leaned down, brushing a strand of hair away from Noël's damp forehead. His eyes met Noël's wide, glazed, trembling, but burning with something that spoke louder than words.
"Let me help you," Avery said, voice low, rusted with restraint.
Noël didn't reply. He couldn't. But his body betrayed him. His parted lips, the soft sound he made when Avery whispered again, and the way his thighs shifted slightly apart, inviting.
Avery's hand slid under Noël's shirt, warm fingers gliding up his trembling abdomen until they reached his chest. His thumb found one nipple, and the first gentle rub made Noël shudder and arch toward him with a soft gasp.
The other hand found the dip of his back, tracing the delicate curve of his waist, feeling how small he really was beneath him. Noël's moans were soft, breathy sounds Avery didn't know he needed until now. They filled his ears, fed the growing heat inside him. His own hardness pulsed in response, painfully restrained beneath his clothes.
He dipped his head and began to kiss and lick Noël's nipples, slow and deep, teasing until Noël trembled under him. The reaction was instant. Noël's spine arched off the bed, his fingers gripping Avery's hair before tugging his head up, forcing him to look into his flushed, dazed eyes.
"Please," Noël whispered. "Kiss me."
Avery didn't hesitate. He kissed him hard, rough and claiming, tasting his heat, his surrender, and his trust all at once. Noël melted into it, moaning into Avery's mouth as their bodies pressed together.
As they kissed, Avery's hands moved downward, gently lifting Noël's shirt off. Noël helped him, letting it fall to the side, exposing his bare chest and stomach. His skin was flushed and soft, practically glowing under Avery's gaze.
Avery leaned back slightly, unbuckling his belt, never taking his eyes off Noël's half-naked form stretched beneath him. There was nothing shy in the way Noël looked up at him now. Just hunger, unspoken but undeniable.
Noël's hand moved suddenly, boldly down to Avery's bulge. His fingers caressed it slowly through the fabric, and Avery let out a low growl at the touch. When he looked down again, Noël's lips curled in a faint, seductive smile he didn't expect. Something dark and eager shimmered behind those normally shy eyes.
Avery's restraint snapped a little more.
He stood fully, removing his belt and sliding off his pants, then reached for the drawer by the bedside. He pulled out a foil packet and held it up, serious for a moment.
He remembered the doctor telling him that Noël could easily get pregnant so he couldn't be reckless like he previously did.
But before anything else, Avery knelt back on the bed, nudging Noël's thighs apart.
"Before I put it in…" he said roughly, "I want you to use your mouth."
Noël blushed, but the heat in his eyes didn't falter.
Wordlessly, he moved, crawling forward until he was kneeling in front of Avery. His eyes lifted to meet Avery's for just a second then dropped to the heavy length in front of him. With one hand, he gripped the base, and then he leaned forward, tongue flicking out to taste the tip first.
Avery groaned.
Noël began slow, lips wrapping around the head, taking him in inch by inch. His mouth was hot, wet, and eager. He wasn't practiced, but he was soft and attentive, and his small, muffled moans made the experience even more unbearable.
Avery's hands found his hair, gripping gently as he tried not to thrust forward. But Noël's pace picked up, his hands pressing lightly against Avery's thighs as he took more of him into his mouth.
It wasn't long before Avery pulled back, panting, eyes glazed.
"If you keep doing that, I won't last," he muttered, grabbing Noël's shoulders and laying him down again.
Avery tore the packet open and rolled on the condom slowly, his eyes returning to Noël's bare-chested, flushed, waiting for him with parted lips and anticipation curling through every inch of his body.
Noël's breath hitched as Avery settled between his thighs.
"Are you ready?" Avery asked, eyes locking with Noël's one last time.
Noël didn't speak. He nodded slow and sure. His eyes wide with desire and something like trust.
Then Avery began to push in.
As Avery pushed in, a soft gasp escaped Noël's lips, his fingers tightening instinctively around the sheets. Avery stilled for a moment, his hand cupping Noël's cheek, eyes searching his for any hesitation.
"You're okay?" he asked, voice husky but tender.
Noël nodded, cheeks flushed. "Yeah… please move."
With care, Avery began to thrust slowly, trying to match the rhythm of Noël's breathing. Each movement felt intense, like a tide pulling them closer together. Noël's heat made every touch hypersensitive, but it wasn't just physical, it was emotional. The slick warmth welcomed Avery completely, making every motion feel like they were becoming one.
Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining like they'd done this a thousand times. Avery leaned down, pressing soft kisses to Noël's collarbone, jaw, lips, kisses that spoke volumes more than words could. Noël arched up toward him, his breath shallow, eyes glassy with overwhelmed pleasure.
"You feel… incredible," Avery murmured, his lips brushing against Noël's ear. "I want you to feel good. All of you."
Noël couldn't speak. He could only moan softly, his body reacting instinctively to Avery's rhythm, the sound of their breathing syncing in the quiet room. Avery's thrusts deepened slowly, his control remarkable, almost reverent.
He tried not to thrust faster than Noël could handle. Every movement he was making needed to be in sync to Noël's body, especially with the fact that he didn't want to let his aggressive side take over without knowing if Noël was okay with it.
As he felt his own climax approaching, Avery reached down and wrapped his hand around Noël's arousal, stroking him with a fast, consistent pace to match his thrusts. Noël cried out softly, his whole body tensing as the pleasure mounted too quickly to hold back.
"Cum with me," Avery whispered against his lips. "Please."
Their eyes locked just before they both reached their peak. Noël's body trembled violently with release as Avery spilled inside the protection, groaning low against Noël's skin, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
Avery collapsed gently on top of him, not crushing but holding, wrapping Noël in his arms as their hearts beat wildly together. He kissed him slowly, sweetly, their lips lingering as if they didn't want to leave each other's warmth.
For what felt like forever, they didn't move. Avery kept brushing his lips across Noël's forehead, his temple, his nose. Tender, grounding, real. Noël lay there, his body relaxed but his mind still spinning.
Fifteen minutes passed like a soft dream. Then Avery heard a quiet sniffle, barely noticeable.
He pulled back just enough to look down and saw tears slipping from Noël's eyes.
His heart clenched. "Noël… hey! Are you hurt?"
Noël shook his head and suddenly clung to him tightly, burying his face in Avery's chest.
"I just…" Noël whispered, voice trembling, "I don't want this to end. I don't want what we have to only be about sex."
Avery froze. Then, gently, he lifted Noël's chin, brushing his thumb across his wet cheek. "It's not," he said firmly. "It's never just that. You're not just something I want. You're someone I want."
Noël's eyes widened, searching his face as if hoping he meant it.
Avery smiled softly and pressed another kiss to his lips, slower, deeper, a kiss filled with promise.