Noah didn't pull out right away.
He stayed buried in Ty, breathing hard against the side of his neck. The last of the black veins had faded from his skin.
For the first time in hours the constant grinding pain inside him was gone. His thoughts were clearer than they had been in days. He shifted slightly, still deep inside, and felt Ty's body twitch slightly under him under him.
Ty stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling too fast. His body ached in a way that felt too familiar now.
I shouldn't still be here. I should have walked out the second he admitted what he did to Kara, damn it!
But his legs were still locked loosely around Noah's waist, and the quiet after the storm made it harder to move.
Noah sat back on his heels, still inside him, and looked down. No softness. Just that same sharp, focused hunger.
"Turn over."
Ty hesitated. "What? No! We're done!"
Noah rolled his in annoyance before staring down at Ty in a beastly way. Before Ty could say more Noah let out a small sigh before shooting his arm into Ty's hair and yanking it to turn him over.
Ty yelped slightly as he was turned to his stomach, but Noah's hands were already there, gripping his hips and pulling him up onto his knees. The new angle made Ty hiss through his teeth.
Noah pushed back in without warning—deep, steady, one hand planted between Ty's shoulder blades to keep him down. The pace this time was heavier. Controlled. Each thrust drove Ty forward into the sheets until he had to brace his forearms against the mattress.
Still so tight, Noah thought, jaw tight. Even after everything.
The absence of pain made everything sharper. He could feel every clench, every tremor. He snapped his hips forward harder. The bedframe knocked against the wall.
Ty's breath came out in short, broken sounds he tried to swallow.
Fuck.
His fingers dug into the sheets. Anger and heat tangled together until he couldn't separate them.
Noah leaned over him, chest to his back, and wrapped an arm around Ty's waist.
He didn't say anything soft. He just fucked him like that—deep, grinding strokes that dragged over the same spot until Ty's arms shook.
"You're shaking," Noah said, voice low and rough near his ear.
"Shut up," Ty muttered into the mattress.
When Ty's elbows finally gave out, Noah hauled him up and sat back against the headboard, pulling Ty with him. Ty ended up in his lap, facing away, Noah's cock still buried inside him. His hands gripped Ty's thighs and spread them wider, then started lifting him and dropping him back down.
The rhythm was brutal. Ty's head fell back against Noah's shoulder. One of Noah's hands wrapped around his cock and stroked him in time with the movement.
This is so fucking embarrassing, Ty thought, even as his hips moved on their own. I should stop this. But the pleasure kept building, sharp and relentless, and he didn't.
Noah's thoughts were simpler. Stay. Don't pull away. Not yet.
The quiet in his body was addictive. Every time Ty sank down on him the last traces of pain stayed gone.
Noah gave a particularly hard thrust slamming his cock into Ty's hole. His cock buldged slightly out of Ty's stomach while pressing against his prostate.
Ty came first, spilling over Noah's fist with a raw sound he didn't recognize as his own. Noah didn't stop. He kept moving him through it until Ty was twitching and oversensitive, then dumped him forward onto his hands and knees again.
"Noah—" Ty's voice cracked.
"Not done," Noah answered.
He stood at the edge of the bed this time and dragged Ty back until his knees were at the mattress edge, then folded him at the waist and pushed in from behind.
The new height let him drive down into him. Ty's face pressed into the sheets. Noah's fingers dug into his hips hard enough to bruise.
He takes it so well when he stops fighting, Noah thought, watching the way Ty's back flexed, listening to the wet sound of his cock dragging in and out Ty's hole.
Ty's cock hung heavy between his legs, already starting to harden again despite how spent he felt.
"Still hard," Noah said flatly.
Ty let out a frustrated, broken laugh. "Fuck you."
Noah pulled out suddenly, flipped him onto his back, and hooked Ty's legs over his shoulders. He folded him nearly in half and slammed back in. The angle was vicious. Ty's mouth opened on a silent gasp. Noah's hands pinned his wrists to the bed above his head and he started pounding into him in short, deep strokes that made Ty's vision blur.
"Look at me," Noah ordered.
Ty did. Noah's eyes were almost normal again. The mutation was quiet. That only seemed to make him more relentless.
Ty's expression softened slightly as he looked into Noah's eyes.
He looks human again, Ty thought, and hated how much that still affected him. Like the Noah I used to know. Almost.
Noah's glared down at Ty as he started thrusting harder without realising.
This is the only time it stops. I'm not letting him leave until I'm sure it stays gone.
He suddenly pulled out, turned Ty onto his side, lifted one of his legs, and pushed back in from behind.
Spooning, but not gentle.
His arm was locked around Ty's chest. His other hand gripped the underside of Ty's thigh, holding him open. He fucked him slow and deep like that, grinding in on every thrust, teeth scraping the back of Ty's neck.
Ty's hand fisted in the sheets. His cock leaked against his stomach.
When Noah noticed he gave a small smirk and reached around and stroked him again, rough and unhurried, until Ty was panting and pushing back onto him.
"You're a horny man huh," Noah muttered against his skin.
"Oh, shut up! You fucking pervert, that's enough already!" Ty managed.
"No."
They shifted once more. Noah sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Ty onto his lap facing him. Ty's knees sank into the mattress on either side of Noah's hips.
Noah guided himself back in, then planted his feet on the floor and started thrusting up into him. Ty had to hold onto Noah's shoulders to stay upright.
Every upward snap of Noah's hips knocked a sound out of him.
Noah's mouth found Ty's throat. Not kisses. Bites. Marks. His hands stayed on Ty's ass, spreading him, controlling the pace even while Ty tried to move on his own.
Noah's thoughts stayed simple and sharp as he bit down hard on tye junction between Ty's shoulder and neck. Mine. The only thing that works. I'm not giving this up.
Ty came again with Noah buried to the hilt, body clenching around him. Noah followed a few thrusts later, driving up hard and staying there, filling him a second time.
They stayed like that for a long moment, Ty's forehead still against Noah's shoulder, both of them breathing hard.
Noah's skin was warm. Human. No black veins. No glow.
Ty closed his eyes.
I still don't know if I'm staying for him… or for the part of him that used to be mine.
Noah's arm tightened slightly around him.
As long as he stays. That's enough for now.