Jake's arms wrapped possessively around Felix's waist, holding him close—closer—as if to prove neither of them was going anywhere. He buried his face in the crook of Felix's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of skin and sweat and something uniquely *them* mixed together.
He could feel Felix's body trembling slightly in his arms—not out of fear this time, but anticipation. And it made Jake's heart race.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured softly against Felix's skin.
"No idea how many times I've imagined what you'd sound like gasping my name beneath me." Jake's lips found Felix's pulse-point again, the words more a vibration against the younger man's neck than an actual sound.
Felix let out a breathy laugh that turned into a soft gasp halfway through. "Oh yeah? How long have you been dreaming of that, exactly?"
Jake lifted his head just far enough to meet Felix's gaze, a wicked gleam in those golden eyes. "Longer than you'd believe, sweetheart."
"Is that so?" Felix tried, and failed, to sound nonchalant. His heart traitorously thumped in his chest, giving away any attempt at indifference.
Jake only hummed in response, the sound deep and rough as he ran his hands down Felix's back. One landed on his hip, his thumb rubbing small circles into the soft skin just above the waistband of his boxer-shorts.
Felix's breath hitched, his body arching into the touch before he could stop it. He tried in vain to suppress a shiver.
Jake's smirk grew.
"You're mine, you know." Jake's hand glided lower, teasing beneath the edge of Felix's shorts just enough to tease. "I can feel your body *respond* to me... how much you *want* me. You're practically trembling in my lap, sweetheart."
Felix's face burned—partly from the words, partly from the truth behind them. But he wasn't going to give in that easily.
"I'm just cold, that's all...." he protested weakly.
Jake let out a low chuckle, his hand still moving torturously slowly. "Right. *Cold.* That's why you're shivering in my lap, your breathing getting shallower by the second, your back arching into my touch every single time."
He leaned in close, murmuring softly into Felix's ear. "You're not fooling anyone, sweetheart."
"And that heartbeat?" Jake murmured, his palm sliding up to press firmly against Felix's chest—right over where it pounded wild and fast. "Lying *right there* against my hand. Telling me the truth you won't say out loud."
Felix sucked in a breath as if he'd been struck.
Jake smiled—slow, knowing—and gave him a lazy squeeze around the waist.
"Your body already knows what you're trying to deny." His voice dropped lower, rough at the edges with heat and promise. "You're *mine*. Every part of you... even the parts that still think they can run."
A beat.
Then he added softly:
"But you don't have to run anymore."
Felix swallowed hard, something in his chest twisting at the words. "I'm not..." he started weakly, but the lie died on his lips with a shaky exhale.
Jake's smile softened, something tender lurking beneath the hunger in his eyes. "Don't fight it." His fingers brushed over Felix's hip again, teasing the edge of his shorts. "Let go, sweetheart. I've got you."
Felix met his gaze, the defiance in his eyes slowly melting away into something like surrender… acceptance... *longing.*
Jake's smile shifted into something almost *wicked* when he saw the surrender in Felix's gaze—something dark and possessive and *satisfied.* "There you go," he murmured, his touch becoming firmer as he pulled Felix impossibly closer. "That's it... *give in*."
Felix shivered but didn't argue, his body responding to Jake's possessive hold despite his earlier protests.
There was no use denying it anymore.
He *wanted* this.
Jake hummed, the sound like a satisfied growl in the back of his throat as Felix finally stopped fighting. He pulled him even closer, one hand still pressed firmly to his chest while the other slipped lower until he could take hold of Felix's right thigh, hiking his knee up to hook over his hip.
Felix's breath caught at the intimate position, instinctively grabbing onto Jake's shoulders for support.
Jake took advantage of the proximity to lean down and whisper in his ear, his voice a low rumble. "You feel that, sweetheart?"
Jake's voice was a velvet growl against Felix's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "That heat between us? That's *us*. You're not just mine by claim, sweetheart... you're mine by fire. By need."
Felix whimpered softly—the sound barely escaping—his body arching forward as if pulled by an invisible thread connecting them at the core.
Jake felt it too.
And he used it.
One hand slid down from Felix's thigh to grip his ass through the thin fabric, squeezing possessively. "You want me inside you again," he murmured, not a question but a knowing statement that dripped with confidence and dark desire. "Don't you?"
Felix bit his lip hard—eyes fluttering shut—but couldn't lie anymore. Not when every nerve in his body screamed for release only Jake could give.
"...Yes."
The admission was a whisper, ragged at the edges with a need that echoed through his entire being.
Jake hummed softly in response, his grip on Felix's hip tightening until he could hear the faintest gasp escape from his lips. "Good boy," he murmured into his ear, the praise making Felix shudder involuntarily.
He could *taste* the submission in his body, the trembling response to his every touch. The knowledge was intoxicating.
"Tell me how bad you want it," Jake commanded, his own voice rough with hunger.
The sharp intake of breath was answer enough, but Jake wanted the words. *Needed* them.
He pressed their foreheads together, the closeness making Felix's eyes flutter shut as he struggled to find his voice.
"Beg for it, sweetheart." The words were a heated whisper against his skin—a command wrapped in desire and need.
Felix's chest heaved—heat coiling low in his core—as he let out a shaky breath. "Please..."
"Please *what*, sweetheart?" Jake murmured, thumb brushing the shell of Felix's ear—soft, teasing. His other hand stayed firm on his hip, holding him right where he wanted him: trembling, open, *needing*.
Felix squirmed—not to escape, but to chase friction that wasn't there yet. His breath came in shallow gasps. "Jake… I need—"
"Say it." Low. Dark. Implacable.
A beat.
Then Felix broke—beautifully.
"Please… be inside me again." The words tumbled out in a desperate whisper. "I want you—I need you—I can't think straight when you're not…"
Jake exhaled sharply through his nose—a feral spark flashing in his golden eyes—and flipped them both without warning.
Now Felix was beneath him.
Trapped in heat and hunger and truth.
"Good boy," Jake growled against his lips before claiming them—not gently this time—but deep and hard like he already owned every inch of him…
And never meant to let go
: **Forever Mine**
To be continued.....