Felix yielded without resistance, lips parting with a gasp as Jake took control.
His mouth was everywhere at once, nipping and licking and *devouring* in a heated kiss that stole the breath from his lungs. His body pressed hard against Felix's—a solid wall of muscle and heat—as he ground their hips together with a ragged groan.
Felix's hands found purchase on Jake's shoulders, gripping his shirt tight enough to nearly tear the fabric. He arched into the touch helplessly, every nerve ending on fire.
As the kiss deepened, Jake's hands slid lower—fingers tracing a path down Felix's stomach until they found the waistband of his shorts again.
Felix gasped against his lips, the touch sparking lightning through his veins. They felt rougher in contrast to his usually controlled demeanor—more desperate, more impatient.
He knew neither of them could wait much longer.
A frustrated sound escaped Jake's throat as he fumbled with the button on Felix's shorts. He wanted—no, *needed*—to feel that skin on skin—to feel as close as possible to the boy in his arms.
Jake's impatience got the better of him, buttons undone and fabric pushed down in a single swift motion. "Can't wait," he muttered darkly into Felix's skin, leaving a trail of bruising kisses along his jawline. "Want you too badly. *Need* you too badly."
Felix shivered at the possessive tone, his body arching into the touch—a wordless plea for more. "Then take me," he whispered back, voice hoarse with desire, "please."
A low growl rumbled deep in Jake's chest, the sound a mixture of approval and raw hunger. He lifted his head to look down at the boy beneath him—the boy who was *his*, every shudder and gasp and *word* making that fact even more painfully obvious.
Felix was flushed, lips swollen from their kiss, eyes dark with need. And it was the most beautiful sight Jake had ever seen.
"I'll take you," he murmured, his voice a rough promise, "as many times as you'll give yourself to me."
With that, Jake shifted between Felix's legs, hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks. His golden eyes burned into Felix's as he positioned himself—blunt tip pressing just at the entrance, waiting.
"You ready for me?" he asked, voice thick with restraint. "Tell me you want this."
Felix gasped out a breath and arched upward slightly—his body answering before his lips could even form the words.
"*Yes*," he panted. "*God*, yes—please... I'm yours. *Take me.*"
Jake's restraint snapped.
He gripped Felix's biceps with bruising force, pinning him in place as he finally gave in to the urges flaring through his veins.
He thrust in on a single, measured motion—the motion practiced, but the *desperation* new and unfamiliar and all-consuming. "You feel so good," he rasped, the words torn straight from his very core.
"You'll be the death of me, Felix."
Felix trembled, his body shuddering with pleasure as he writhed beneath Jake's grip. Every inch of his skin was hypersensitive, sparks dancing across his nerves with every movement. Each thrust was like a shock to his system—stealing the breath from his lungs and leaving him panting.
He felt like he was falling apart.
*And he loved every second of it.*
When he did manage to gasp out a word, it was a broken plea. "Please..."
Even in his wild state, Jake was all too aware of Felix's reactions. The gasps and moans and sounds of his voice pleading—*begging*—for more. The way his body moved—writhing and arching beneath Jake's hands.
He leaned down closer, breath ghosting hot against Felix's ear—the words a low, rumbling growl. "You want more sweetheart?"
Felix's breath hitched, the heat in his core flaring hotter at the low rumble of Jake's voice. He could only nod in response, words beyond his current ability. All he *needed* was more, more, *more*.
Jake felt a feral grin tug at his lips, satisfaction and hunger mingling in a heady cocktail of power. He lifted one hand to cradle Felix's face, thumb tracing his bottom lip. "You want me to take you *harder*?" he murmured, the words a dark promise.
"Y-yes," Felix stammered, voice trembling. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence—his body was alight with sensation, every nerve ending screaming for more.
Jake's grin widened—he *loved* this—the way Felix fell apart so beautifully beneath him.
"Then say it." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."
And then—
Felix broke.
"*Ahhh!* Y-yes—*ahhh!* Just like that! *God*, Jake—please—I need—I need—" His words dissolved into breathless moans as his back arched off the bed again and again "*Ahh! AHHH!* Yes! Right there!"
Jake groaned at the sound—raw, unfiltered pleasure spilling from Felix's lips like music only he was meant to hear. Each cry sent a jolt straight to his core, fueling him to move harder, deeper—to claim every gasp as his own.
"You're perfect," he growled between thrusts, fingers tightening on Felix's hips. "*Mine.* Say it."
Felix sobbed out a breath between cries of ecstasy: "*Yours! I'm yours!* Ahhh… *Jake… I'm yours forever...*"
And somewhere beyond the heat and pounding rhythm and tangled limbs—it wasn't just sex anymore.
It was truth spoken in moans
Love carved in motion
A bond sealed not just with words
But screams written into skin
Sweat mixing like vows poured deep into soul
To be continued....
**Forever Mine**