Noah scratched his cheek awkwardly and briefly avoided Isaac's gaze.
"Well… you've always been different with Noctis than with me," he said hesitantly. "I used to think it was because you're almost the same age. I'm a few years younger… so I told myself it was just the age difference."
Noctis studied him attentively, one eyebrow slightly raised. That was surprisingly perceptive for such a little airhead.
"And how exactly did you notice that, Shrimp?"
"Stop calling me that just because you're twenty centimeters taller!" Noah protested immediately.
Noctis only grinned shamelessly. Noah cleared his throat hastily and turned back to Isaac.
"Anyway… you've been even more different these past few weeks," he continued. "You're quieter when Noctis is around. And the way you look at him…" He hesitated briefly, searching for the right words. "It's the same way girls look at me when I flirt with them."
"Oh please," Ashe muttered, annoyed, taking a sip from her glass.
For a moment, uncertainty flickered across Noah's face, quickly replaced by a guilty smile, as if he felt he had gone too far.
Noctis, on the other hand, reacted very differently.
He wrapped his arms around Isaac and pulled him close without warning. Isaac flinched immediately, then seemed to freeze.
"Noc…," he said quietly. It clearly sounded like a warning.
"So I don't have to hold back anymore?" Noctis' lips curved into an amused smile. He leaned in slightly and whispered close to Isaac's ear, "The kids know, darling. What do we do now?"
Isaac visibly shuddered. A deep blush spread across his face, so intense that even his ears seemed to burn. He tried to free himself from Noctis' grip, but Noctis held him effortlessly.
"Idiot!" Isaac hissed, embarrassed.
Noctis merely responded by pressing a gentle kiss to his head and pulling him a little closer. A satisfied smile rested on his face. His Isaac was simply far too easy to fluster.
"Why? He's not even the first one to figure it out."
"What?!"
Isaac jerked his head up so abruptly that he immediately collided with Noctis' chin.
"Ow…," he muttered, holding his forehead.
Noctis burst out laughing. Isaac wasn't just obvious—he was practically an open book. And yet he seemed completely overwhelmed with how to react now.
His grin widened.
Damn, this was just too tempting. He wanted to tease him a little more.
"Kieran knows too."
Isaac froze. His mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Finally, he managed a disbelieving, "How?!"
Noctis shrugged innocently, though his smile held not the slightest trace of innocence.
"No idea. He brought it up a few days ago."
Isaac stared at him in disbelief, the flush returning to his face immediately—this time mixed with genuine horror.
"And when were you planning to tell me that?!" he snapped.
"Never," Noctis replied casually, grinning as he brushed a hand almost affectionately over Isaac's cheek. "I like that more and more people know you belong to me," he said quietly, almost content. Then he tapped his earlobe with a finger. "By the way—the earring gave you away."
For a moment, Isaac looked completely torn. The blush didn't fade in the slightest. He glanced aside briefly, as if needing to collect himself, before looking back at Noctis.
Noctis' gaze softened.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," he mouthed silently.
Isaac's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Bastard," he mouthed back just as silently.
But then an unexpectedly bright laugh broke out of him.
He leaned into Noctis' embrace, gently placing a hand on his arm. In that moment, he looked so unburdened and light that it made Noctis happy to see him that way.
At the same time, there was nothing he wanted more than for that sight to belong to him alone.
"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh that freely before," Noah remarked in surprise.
Isaac looked up at him. Noah beamed at the two of them openly, without any restraint.
"I'm really happy for you. That you… well, that you're happy."
"Yeah," Isaac said, still smiling. "I am. Even if Noctis is the biggest idiot I know."
Noctis smirked. "Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?"
"Take your pick," Isaac replied dryly, an amused snort in his voice.
For a brief moment, Noctis' gaze drifted to Isaac's thigh. He was holding his leg in a rather uncomfortable position, yet Isaac didn't complain about the pain. Maybe later they could still enjoy a bit of time alone together. Slowly, of course. Noctis just wanted to tease him a little more and finally be close to him again.
After the whole thing with that Nino—or whatever his name was—and the boss, Isaac had been pretty stubborn about finishing his portal. On top of that, the gunshot wound had left him in constant pain and always exhausted.
Maybe they could find some relief without going all the way. Noctis wouldn't be able to hold back if they actually had sex. At the very least, it wouldn't stop at just one round.
"So how long has this been going on between you two?" Ashe asked, setting her glass down with an audible clink.
"Sometime before the last raid," Noctis replied casually. The details weren't any of their business.
He immediately shifted his attention again.
"And what about you, Noah? Have you finally found someone you're serious about? Or are you still playing with your admirers' hearts?"
Noah's gaze flickered briefly to Ashe before quickly returning to Noctis—only to look away again.
"I'm not playing with anyone," he said more quietly than before. "And I'm not dating anyone right now."
"Is that so?" Noctis grinned crookedly.
Interesting.
So Noah still hadn't managed to tell Ashe what was obvious.
"If there is someone, you shouldn't wait too long to confess your feelings," Isaac suddenly said. "Otherwise, so much time can pass that you end up regretting it."
Noah let out a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Maybe you're right… but I think I'll wait until after the next raid." A crooked grin crossed his face. "I want to focus fully on the mission next week."
Ashe stood up from her seat.
"Does anyone want another drink?"
Isaac nodded immediately, drained his glass, and handed it to her.
"Can you make me another mojito?"
"Sure."
She gathered the empty glasses and disappeared into the kitchen. Shortly after, the soft clinking of bottles and ice cubes could be heard.
Noctis didn't miss the faint blush on her cheeks—regardless of how neutral her tone had been.
Noah let out a quiet sigh.
"It's really not easy to confess your feelings to the person you've fallen for," he said, briefly staring at the table before looking up again. "What do you think… does she even want me? She doesn't like my father much. And we…" He hesitated. "We're basically criminals. What if she doesn't want this kind of life at all?"
"Does that matter?" Isaac asked.
His tone was slightly slurred. Two mojitos were already more than enough for him.
Noctis knew that all too well. And he also knew that he himself was responsible for it. A little more alcohol than usual—really just to finally get Isaac to relax. After the past week, he had needed the sleep badly.
The fact that Isaac was… entertaining when drunk wasn't entirely irrelevant either.
"If you've fallen in love, you should at least try," Isaac continued. "Hiding it will only end up hurting you."
Noah looked at him in surprise, then a genuine smile slowly spread across his face.
"You've really changed," he said quietly. "I wish we could have talked like this sooner." He paused briefly. "Right now, it almost feels like we're actually brothers."
Isaac immediately tensed in Noctis' arms.
Oh no. The topic of brothers always triggered a strong reaction from Isaac.
Oh no. Isaac always reacted strongly to the topic of brothers.
At that moment, Ashe returned and set the drinks on the table—a fresh mojito in front of Isaac, a gin and tonic in front of Noctis. Without another comment, she turned away again and went back into the kitchen.
"You…," Isaac began.
His voice trailed off.
For a moment, it looked like he was searching for words—or deciding whether he even wanted to say them. Then he reached for his glass instead.
He drained the mojito in one go.
A short breath. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, set the empty glass down on the table with a distinct clack, and looked back at Noah.
Noctis noticed it immediately.
That was number three.
"Maybe I have changed," Isaac said quietly.
He slipped out of Noctis' embrace and leaned toward Noah, tapping him firmly on the forehead.
Noctis raised an eyebrow slightly.
Oh?
"But you're still the same annoying little idiot as before!" Isaac suddenly snapped, snorting in disdain.
Noctis pressed his lips together to keep from laughing out loud.
"W-what?!" Noah stammered, blinking at him in disbelief. Then he recovered, pointing at Isaac indignantly. "If I'm annoying, then you're just boring!"
"Huh?" Isaac frowned.
At that moment, Ashe set down the next cocktails on the table and looked back and forth between them, confused. Noctis briefly raised his hand and subtly pointed at Isaac's glass—another one.
She rolled her eyes, took the glass again, and disappeared back into the kitchen without a word.
"What's that supposed to mean, boring?!" Isaac shot back. "I have plenty to do, unlike you! I don't have time for all the nonsense you get up to!"
"That's exactly the problem!" Noah countered immediately. "Do you ever think about anything other than work?"
Noctis leaned back. This could get entertaining, so he simply let the two of them go at it and watched them bicker. He picked up the gin and tonic Ashe had set on the table earlier and took a sip.
Ashe returned, set down the new cocktail, and then settled into her armchair.
Isaac grabbed his glass. Noctis raised an eyebrow.
Is he already drunk?
His phone vibrated. He glanced at the display and read the message Ashe had sent him:
"From now on, only non-alcoholic for Isaac!"
The corner of Noctis' mouth twitched. He gave her a brief nod.
If Isaac got too drunk, he'd be no use to him anymore—and that would be a real shame.
"You drive me insane with the way you act!" Isaac went on, now pointing at Noah. "I'm supposed to look after you, and you behave like everything's just a game!"
Noctis couldn't quite tell why Isaac had decided to start scolding Noah right now, but so be it. He knew how much Noah got on Isaac's nerves. If this was frustration he needed to let out, he could go on as long as he liked.
Noah looked briefly caught off guard, then his expression turned defiant again.
"Because it's fun?!" he shot back, his voice louder than before.
Isaac lifted his glass and downed the mojito in one go. This time, he set it down on the table much harder.
Ashe raised an eyebrow, looked at the empty glass, then at Isaac, and finally at Noctis. But Noctis just gave her a thumbs-up with a grin, signaling for a refill. She rolled her eyes, though she couldn't quite suppress a smile.
At least later he'd have plenty of material to tease Isaac about, judging by the number of glasses he'd had.
And the way the evening was going, there would be more than enough of that.
"That's exactly why you're an idiot!" Isaac continued.
"You're an idiot!" Noah shot back immediately. "Boring, uptight, and with a stick up your ass! A freezer has more warmth than you!"
Noctis couldn't hold back anymore and let out a quiet laugh.
The two of them sounded like a pair of teenage boys. Seeing Isaac like this was unusual—he usually only showed this side when they were alone. Never in front of others. Certainly not in front of Noah.
Noctis knew how much Noah had always wished they were truly brothers. Maybe this was the closest that wish would ever come.
Ashe set a fresh glass in front of Isaac and leaned back, an amused glint in her eyes.
"Isaac isn't entirely wrong, Noah. You really are an idiot," she said with a laugh.
Noah's head snapped toward her. "What?!"
Ashe just grinned.
"Come on. You know yourself that you're a naïve little idiot."
Isaac took another sip and pointed at Noah with his glass.
"One of us has to be the adult, since you go through life with blinders on," he shot back. His words were slightly slurred, but the annoyed undertone was clear. "And I'm not boring. I have more fun than you think."
Noah blinked, studying him more closely. "Wait… are you sulking?"
Isaac grabbed his glass with a defiant motion.
"So what if I am," he muttered. "You're cheeky."
He took an audible sip.
For a moment, there was silence—then Noah suddenly burst out laughing.
"Why are you laughing?" Isaac asked irritably.
Noah wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
"Because I know exactly two versions of you: ice block and annoyed," he explained, still chuckling. "And today… I'm suddenly seeing sides of you I've never seen before. And we grew up together. Who would've thought I'd ever see you sulk?"
Isaac looked into his glass for a moment. A faint, almost reluctant smile flickered across his lips—then he joined in Noah's laughter.
The tension eased noticeably.
With a quiet sigh, he sank back into the couch and took a smaller sip of his drink.
Now Noctis could see his face clearly again.
His eyes looked slightly glassy, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Tipsy, but not quite drunk yet. Noctis watched him a moment longer than necessary. That mix of loosened composure and unfiltered honesty suited him dangerously well.
Perfect.
At least this way, Isaac wouldn't immediately disappear back to his painting tonight, but would allow himself some rest for once.
He looked back at Noah.
"Listen, kid," Isaac began suddenly, unexpectedly gentle. "Precisely because you're a naïve idiot, you need to be especially careful on the next raid, okay?"
Noah took a sip of his cocktail and looked at him in surprise again. Isaac's behavior was clearly throwing him off balance again and again that evening.
"Are you actually worried?"
Isaac nodded without hesitation.
"Yes. It's going to be dangerous. So keep that in mind." He paused briefly. "And you'll be on your own. No one will be able to help you."
Noah leaned his head back against the couch and stared at the ceiling for a moment.
"I know…," he murmured thoughtfully.
Then he straightened up again, looked at Isaac, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. He raised the arm with Isaac's talisman hanging from it.
"Don't worry. They've never caught me so far." He let the pendant swing lightly between his fingers. "Besides, I've got your talisman. Nothing can happen to me."
Isaac exhaled slowly. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue—then decided against it. Instead, he leaned forward and ruffled Noah's hair, rough but not unfriendly.
"If things get dicey, you run."
"You already said that," Noah replied.
Isaac nodded. "Take care of yourself, okay?"
Noah grinned at him. "I will."
"You guys are such idiots," Ashe snorted, amused.
Noctis, however, said nothing more. Silently, he took a sip of his drink. His gaze lingered on the talisman—the very thing causing more trouble than it was worth.
It needed to disappear before it caused serious problems.
For Isaac, for example.
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Noctis buried his hands in Isaac's hair as a low, throaty groan escaped his chest.
Isaac's head moved continuously, steady and devoted. His hand followed the rhythm as if he had completely surrendered himself to the moment. The room filled with muted sounds—soft breaths, suppressed pleasure, the wet work of his mouth.
He hadn't expected a blowjob from Isaac. If anything, he had been planning to pleasure Isaac with his mouth, or to give them both a handjob. But how could he have ignored his lover's offer when he was practically insisting on it?
And especially—when he lost himself like this?
His breathing grew heavier.
Isaac was overwhelming. Too beautiful, too intense, too… tempting.
No one must ever see him like this.
He had sat down on the edge of the bed, while Noctis stood in front of him. It had been the one condition they'd agreed on, to spare Isaac's wound. Not that Noctis minded.
Noctis groaned again. He was so close to climax that he could barely hold himself back. He didn't want it to end yet. Damn it, he wanted more of Isaac—and control had never really been something he could claim as his own.
Why did everything he did feel so damn good?
Without thinking further, he tightened his grip on Isaac's head. His eyes rested on him, dark and focused. Isaac glanced up briefly, surprised.
"Sorry, Isaac… I'll make it up to you," Noctis murmured breathlessly. His fingers brushed fleetingly over Isaac's cheek. "Watch your teeth."
Isaac's eyes widened in shock as Noctis took control, thrusting into his throat. He had to hold back. But he had quickly realized that Isaac didn't have a gag reflex, which made everything far more… pleasant—and far less controlled.
At first, Isaac tensed and pushed against him, but soon his hands dug into Noctis' hips and he relaxed. His throat tightened again and again. He was so incredibly tight that it became harder and harder for Noctis to restrain himself.
Still, he shouldn't drag it out too long.
Tears were now running uncontrollably down Isaac's cheeks, and he could hardly breathe. How could he, with Noctis fully buried inside him? His hair was disheveled, his cheeks flushed, sweat running down his forehead—and yet there was something unbroken in his gaze. Something hungry…
How lucky was he that he could handle Isaac a little more roughly without hurting him?
Noctis' fingers briefly ran through his damp hair.
How could he still look like that?
One thing was certain for Noctis: he would never get enough of Isaac.
He couldn't hold back any longer. His lower body tingled; with one last thrust into Isaac's mouth, he came deep in his throat. Then he pulled back as quickly as he could—yet, to his surprise, Isaac held on to him. His breathing was heavy, his cheeks flushed deep red, and he looked as though he might collapse at any moment.
And yet, he ran his tongue over the tip of Noctis' cock, making sure not to miss a single drop. Afterward, Isaac rested his head against Noctis' hip as he caught his breath. His red eyes fixed on him, filled with desire. With one hand, Noctis brushed the damp hair from Isaac's forehead.
Noctis grinned broadly.
"That was the best damn blowjob I've ever had," he said breathlessly.
Isaac's answer was a crooked, knowing smile.
"Do you want more?" he asked hoarsely.
He pressed a soft kiss to Noctis' cock, his hand already starting to move again.
Noctis' gaze darkened. "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
Isaac's voice dropped, almost a whisper. The outline of his erection was clearly visible through his pants.
"I want you, Noctis."
Noctis closed his eyes briefly, forcing himself to stay composed, silently counting—one, two, three…
"You're still injured," he finally said, trying to sound reasonable.
But Isaac only tilted his head.
"I took my medication and got ready in the bathroom. If you don't take me, you can just sit on the floor and watch me satisfy myself with that stupid dildo."
Noctis swallowed.
"There's no way you're using that dildo while I'm just supposed to watch," he replied, offended.
A triumphant smile flickered across Isaac's lips. He grabbed Noctis' wrist and pulled him down toward him.
"Then stop thinking and get into bed already before I change my mind," he whispered. "The idea of provoking you a little is actually quite appealing."
Noctis' gaze darkened.
"You get surprisingly bold when you're drunk," Noctis murmured before kissing Isaac.
He didn't care that Isaac had just given him a blowjob and now tasted like him. He wanted everything from Isaac. Noctis wanted to feel his soft lips against his own, taste him, feel his warm breath, and touch him to his heart's content. The mere thought of exploring his body like their first time made a desire flare up in him that he could barely control.
The past week had worn him down.
Not just because of Isaac's injury, but also because of his brother's assignments and the situation with the boss. He had hated every second of seeing Isaac in pain—and on top of that came the worry about the next raid.
Because Noctis wasn't sure how well Isaac would manage, and despite his promise, he would kill anyone who tried to get close to Isaac. Even the cop. No matter how much his brother wanted him.
He felt useless whenever he saw how much Isaac was pushing himself.
Only the breaks he had forced on him had felt right. Just like the massage a few hours ago, which had unfortunately been interrupted. He wished he could do more for Isaac, to ease his burden.
At least it wouldn't be much longer until the boss finally kicked the bucket.
Noctis pushed Isaac onto the bed and followed him without breaking the kiss.
"Noc…," Isaac breathed against his lips, his voice unsteady with desire. "I need to feel you inside me… I can't take this any longer."
Noctis straightened slightly and looked down at Isaac, who was watching him breathlessly. He seemed completely relaxed, without any sign of pain. Tentatively, Noctis brushed over the injury. Isaac flinched briefly—but a soft moan escaped him as well.
Noctis' gaze narrowed slightly.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Isaac nodded without hesitation. His arms slipped around Noctis' neck, pulling him closer again. His gaze lowered slightly, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.
"It barely hurts anymore," he murmured softly. "Don't make me wait any longer."
His fingers slowly traced along Noctis' back.
His request was practically a plea—spoken so sweetly that Noctis couldn't deny him. He looked at Isaac, at his flushed cheeks and that inviting, bedroom gaze fixed on him.
His breathing was still uneven. Noctis' gaze lingered on his lips, still damp from their kiss. Damn—even if he hadn't wanted to, his body was reacting all too clearly, telling him exactly what it wanted… and what it thought of restraint.
Isaac, of course, noticed. A knowing, almost triumphant smile spread across his lips.
Noctis' heart skipped a beat. Still, he forced himself to hold back. Nothing good would come from taking Isaac the way he usually did.
Besides, he had already taken something without asking. But the urge to tease Isaac crept in. He wanted him, despite the injury?
Fine. He'd give it to him. Gladly.
And he'd make sure Isaac wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence afterward—aside from begging for more. He would take him so intensely, so deliberately, that Isaac wouldn't know up from down.
"Alright, darling," he said with a faint smile.
He kissed the hollow of Isaac's neck and undid the choker he had put back on earlier because of Ashe and Noah. He set it aside on the nightstand, slowly undressing his lover while covering him in kisses and touches, almost reverent in their intensity. Isaac was the air he needed to breathe. And he would show him that with every fiber of his being.
Just once, Noctis. You'll have him once. No more, no less. Get a grip.
The thought was clear—but Isaac's body, arching toward him so willingly, made it anything but easy. Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't savor this one time completely.
Slowly, he settled between Isaac's legs, carefully supporting his injured one—his touch unexpectedly gentle for someone like him. A quiet contrast to the fire burning inside him.
He slid his fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly, then closed his lips around the tip of Isaac's cock. As he took more of him into his mouth, he pressed his fingers inside his lover.
Isaac was ready. More than ready.
His body responded instantly, welcoming him with a warmth and softness that made Noctis' self-control falter dangerously. A faint, impatient tremor ran through him, his fingers tangling in Noctis' hair. The muscle was soft, almost begging to finally be filled, already pulsing eagerly around his fingers.
"Noctis…," he breathed, strained, barely more than a whisper. "I want to feel you, not your f—"
The answer came without words.
Noctis intensified his movements, effortlessly finding the exact spot that silenced Isaac's thoughts. A deeper moan escaped him, his body tensing, arching, every fiber reacting to the sensation.
Isaac cried out louder, his back arching as his body tightened, his hole clenching rhythmically as he came into Noctis' mouth.
That was quick.
"You idiot," he pouted breathlessly. "I wanted to come when you were inside me."
Noctis let out a soft, amused sound, his lips brushing along Isaac's thigh, playfully nibbling at it.
"Don't worry," he grinned. His fingers were still inside Isaac, moving slowly, gently stimulating the most sensitive part of his body. "I'll make you come so many times you won't even be able to think about it."
His gaze was dark, full of promise.
"Besides, you're so relaxed now that I can do whatever I want with you."
"Then do it already. Don't keep me waiting," Isaac pleaded, his voice rough with desire and impatience.
Isaac was probably the most honest criminal Noctis knew. But he had to admit—drunk Isaac operated on an entirely different level. He was so brutally honest that he had no problem demanding exactly what he wanted.
Noctis felt a satisfied smile creep onto his lips. Your wish is my command.
Without another word, he kissed the inside of Isaac's thigh. He withdrew his fingers and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Noctis didn't want to waste another second.
He coated himself generously with it and spread the rest over Isaac's anus.
If they were going to take it slow, he wanted to feel him as much as possible. So he skipped the condom.
Isaac's gaze followed his every movement, studying him closely, savoring every second. His eyes lingered especially long between Noctis' legs.
"Can you lie on your uninjured side?" Noctis asked quietly, lowering himself beside him.
Isaac lifted his head slightly, his lips forming a faint hint of protest. "But I want to see your face while we do it."
A soft, almost regretful smile appeared on Noctis' face.
"As much as I'd like to— not today. Your wound could reopen if we're not careful," he said apologetically, handing Isaac a pillow. "Put this under your thigh."
Isaac looked at him for a moment longer before sighing and turning over. It took him a bit to position both himself and the pillow properly. Finally, he glanced back over his shoulder, impatience written all over his face—paired with a challenging look.
With two fingers, he spread himself slightly, as if to provoke Noctis further.
"What are you waiting for?"
A quiet, amused laugh escaped Noctis. "You're far too impatient."
He positioned himself behind Isaac and pushed into him in a single thrust. Isaac let out a moan, his fingers digging into the sheets. Noctis pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
"Is it taking your breath away, darling?" he murmured against his ear.
Isaac shuddered, his shoulders trembling slightly. But no words left his lips. Noctis moved slowly inside him, withdrawing just as gradually. He kept the pace steady while his hands explored Isaac's body.
His touch wandered over him, almost curious, as if rediscovering him. He brushed over his chest, let his fingers linger on his sensitive nipples, teasing them until another low moan slipped from Isaac's lips.
"Mm—!" Isaac gasped.
"You feel so good," Noctis murmured softly.
How much he wanted to pick up the pace.
But he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. Though he had to admit—this slow rhythm had its own appeal. He could feel everything. Every twitch, every tightening around him. He was so close to Isaac, he could feel each breath, the rapid heartbeat of his lover.
Or was it his own?
It didn't matter.
Isaac's breathing came in uneven bursts, as if each one pulled him deeper into the moment. He pressed himself back against Noctis, instinctively seeking closeness, pushing himself as near as his body allowed.
"Harder, Noc…," he whispered, the words barely more than a broken breath.
"No," Noctis replied immediately.
He ran his tongue along Isaac's neck before gently biting down. His hand moved to Isaac's cock, gripping a little tighter as he began to stroke him in tandem.
"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly, close to his ear.
"N-no… but please, Noc… faster… I… I can't hold on much longer. It feels… strange."
A barely noticeable smile flickered across Noctis' face. He adjusted the angle just slightly—a small shift, almost imperceptible, yet enough to make Isaac's breath hitch. Deliberately, he focused entirely on that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.
The reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath, a tremor running through his entire body. A helpless moan slipped from his lips.
Damn—if it already felt like torture for Noctis, it had to be even more intense for Isaac. And yet, the wild pulsing around him told him exactly how Isaac was responding.
So he kept the pace.
He could feel it himself now—he was close.
Just a little more.
"When you're healed," he murmured into Isaac's ear, rewarded instantly with a shiver, "I won't give you a second to recover. I'll spend the entire weekend inside you."
His grip on Isaac tightened.
He closed his eyes briefly as Isaac clenched hard around him.
With an almost soundless moan, Isaac came. His body tightened around Noctis in strong pulses, as if trying to draw everything out of him. Noctis couldn't hold back any longer either. He spilled into him, continuing to move until the pulsing finally subsided.
Afterward, Isaac turned slightly toward him. One hand held his leg, still trembling, yet he looked at Noctis with lingering desire. There wasn't a trace of pain on his face.
"I can't wait," he breathed.
Noctis brushed a hand over his damp cheek and pressed his lips to Isaac's.
"I love you, Isaac," he murmured softly against his lips.
Isaac looked at him, content and utterly exhausted.
"I love you too."
Between two kisses, Isaac looked at him with shining eyes.
"Do you think you can go another round?"
Noctis let out a breathless laugh, then leaned in to kiss him again.
What was restraint, when Isaac wanted it just as much as he did?