WARNING ! WARNING ! WARNING !
18+ CONTENT AHEAD,
NSFW SCENES INCLUDED, DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'RE A MINOR .
Kael devoured Rhys's lips like they were the oxygen he needed to live. Rhys also started kissing back hard; he took Kael's lips between his own and kissed him fiercely.
This went on for a few more minutes before Kael and Rhys, both breathless, separated for a moment. Kael looked into Rhys's eyes, and Rhys could see the heat in Kael's deep gaze.
He didn't let him suffer anymore before jumping on him again. This time, Kael was under Rhys, and Rhys initiated the kiss while on top of Kael's body. The kiss this time lasted for more than five minutes before they separated.
Rhys sat on Kael's abs while Kael grabbed his waist. Rhys looked into Kael's eyes; by now, his own eyes had turned seductive, though he didn't realize it at all.
Kael looked into his eyes and said, his voice deep, "Babe, if we keep going like this, I can't... I can't control myself anymore."
Rhys answered him with a fierce kiss, then leaned close to his ear. "Who said to control yourself?"
Kael got the words he needed. He immediately pushed Rhys down and got on top. He started kissing his navel, then unbuttoned his shirt, trailing his lips all the way up to his neck. Rhys moaned,
"Mmh! Kael! Don't tease me, just do it!"
Kael kissed his lips again, then asked, looking into his eyes while resting his forehead against Rhys's, "Are you sure?"
Rhys nodded.
Kael let out a low groan. He finally stopped holding back.
He quickly moved his hands to get rid of their clothes. Soon, their shirts and pants were on the floor. Now, there was nothing between them but warm skin. The room felt hot as they held each other.
Kael moved on top of Rhys. His touch felt like fire. Rhys breathed fast and pressed his body against Kael's hands. When they finally connected, it felt perfect and warm. Rhys tilted his head back and let out a soft cry...
Kael held Rhys's buns firmly. He began to move in a steady, strong way. He moved with a deep hunger, but he never looked away from Rhys's eyes. He wanted to see the joy on Rhys's face.
They breathed heavily together. The heat between them built up more and more. Every move felt deeper and stronger. Rhys gripped Kael's back as the feeling became too much to hold in. Finally, everything exploded into a bright, warm rush of pleasure...
After the storm of passion had passed, they both collapsed onto the mattress, their bodies heavy and glowing with warmth. Slowly, they turned toward each other, lying side by side as their racing hearts began to settle.
Kael reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Rhys's ear, his touch now incredibly soft. Rhys leaned into the hand, a tired but happy smile playing on his lips. The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of their soft breathing.
Without a word, Kael leaned in. This kiss wasn't hungry or desperate like before; it was slow, deep, and full of a different kind of heat. It was a promise. Rhys wrapped his arms around Kael's neck, pulling him closer as they shared the sweet taste of one another.
They lingered there for a long time, their lips brushing softly against each other in the quiet morning light, perfectly content just to be close...
The warm light of morning fell into the room, gently shining on their faces. Rhys blinked his eyes open and stretched a little. He placed a hand on the mattress, trying to sit up so he could get out of bed and start the day.
But as soon as he moved away, a strong arm quickly wrapped around his waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kael mumbled. His voice was deep and still heavy with sleep.
Before Rhys could answer, Kael pulled him gently but firmly backward. He brought Rhys right back down onto the bed, pulling him tightly against his bare chest. He wrapped both arms around him, trapping Rhys happily in the warm blankets.
"I need to get up," Rhys said with a soft laugh. He patted Kael's arm, though he didn't try very hard to escape. "It's morning already."
"No," Kael whispered, burying his face in the crook of Rhys's neck. "It's too early. Stay right here with me."
"Kael, come on..." Rhys smiled, turning his head a little to look at him.
Kael just held him closer and placed a soft kiss on Rhys's shoulder. "Just five more minutes, babe," Kael said softly. "You're too warm to let go of."
Rhys let out a happy sigh and stopped trying to move. He gave in, relaxing his body and leaning completely back into Kael's embrace. "Fine," Rhys agreed softly. "Just five minutes."
Kael smiled against his skin, his eyes already closed again. "Maybe ten."
Kael snuggled closer against Rhys's back, holding him securely. He could feel his body reacting to the closeness again, but this time, he was perfectly gentle. He just spooned Rhys, content to simply lay there together in the warm bed.
Meanwhile, in a completely different apartment, another couple was still asleep.
Theron and Jacob were lying in bed together, but unlike Kael and Rhys, they weren't completely naked. Both men were half-dressed, wearing only their sleep pants as Jacob snuggled safely inside Theron's arms.
Ever since Theron realized just how much he loved Jacob, he had never left his side. He took care of him constantly, knowing deep down that he could never stand to lose him again.
Theron woke up first. He looked down and saw his love sleeping peacefully against his chest, his soft breath fanning over Theron's skin.
Seeing Jacob looking so relaxed and beautiful, Theron's heart swelled, and he couldn't stop himself from getting a little naughty.
He leaned down and started placing soft, wet kisses along Jacob's jawline. When Jacob didn't wake up, Theron grew bolder. He trailed his kisses down Jacob's neck, gently sucking and nibbling at the sweet, sensitive skin.
At the same time, Theron's warm, large hand began to wander. He slowly rubbed Jacob's bare chest, his fingers lightly tracing down his stomach.
Theron let his hand slide just under the waistband of Jacob's pants, gently teasing the warm skin hidden there. He pulled Jacob's cushions flush against his own, letting Jacob feel exactly how awake and excited he already was.
The combination of the hot kisses on his neck and the teasing fingers brushing under his waistband was finally enough to pull Jacob from his dreams.
Jacob let out a soft, breathy moan and shifted his legs, his body naturally leaning into Theron's touch before his mind even caught up.
Jacob fluttered his eyes open, looking up sleepily. A soft blush spread across his cheeks as he realized what his partner was doing.
"Theron..." Jacob mumbled, his voice thick with sleep but a shy smile already forming on his lips. "What are you doing this early?"
Theron paused to look deeply into Jacob's eyes, trailing a thumb over his bottom lip. "Just waking up the love of my life," Theron whispered, before leaning down to capture Jacob's lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.
The hungry kiss lasted until both were breathless. Theron looked into Jacob's eyes, his desire burning bright. Jacob gulped as Theron suddenly lunged, locking him down with his arms and legs.
"Jacob!" Theron said smugly. "We've known each other since childhood. How could you let me wait this long? Now, I'm going to punish you for making me wait."
Before he could say more, Jacob seized his chance, pushed him back, and with a massive kick, sent Theron flying off the bed.
"Ahhhh! Ouch ! Ouch ! Ouch ! "
Jacob snapped his eyes open. He was breathing hard and his heart was racing. He looked over the edge of the bed to see Theron on the floor, rubbing his backside and groaning in pain.
Jacob realized that everything, the dominant talk, the punishment had been a wet dream. He glanced at his own crotch and saw the "morning taboo" beneath the sheets.
"How did you end up down there, Theron?" Jacob asked, trying to sound innocent.
Theron pointed a shaky finger at him. "How? You're asking me how? You kicked me! I was sleeping peacefully!"
In reality, Theron hadn't been sleeping peacefully at all; he had been nibbling on Jacob's ear, but he decided to hide that fact for now.
Jacob stood up, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around his waist to hide his embarrassing state. He knew he had to make it up to his grumpy partner...
Jacob softened his expression and sat back on the edge of the mattress, patting the spot next to him. "Oh, Theron...I... I'm so sorry. I must have been having a nightmare...yes it was a nightmare." he said, his voice dropping to a sweet, apologetic tone.
When Theron stayed on the floor, pouting, Jacob leaned over and reached out a hand. "Come here," he coaxed gently. "I didn't mean to hurt you. My body just reacted on its own."
He gave Theron his best "puppy dog" eyes, the ones he knew Theron could never resist. "It's cold out there on the floor, and it's so warm up here. Don't you want to come back and finish our cuddle? I'll let you hold me however you want tho..."
Theron grunted, still acting annoyed, but his eyes softened, he stole glances at jacob's fair skin gulped then looked away... Seeing an opening, Jacob leaned down a bit more, letting the blanket slip just enough to show his bare shoulders.
"I'll even rub your back where it hurts," Jacob whispered with a shy, playful smile.
That was the final straw for Theron's resolve. He took Jacob's hand and let himself be pulled back up.
As soon as he was on the mattress, Jacob immediately wrapped his arms around him, pulling Theron's head onto his chest and stroking his hair to keep him quiet and happy.
While two of our couples were at least enjoying their time in their own apartments,
Inside Draven's apartment, the scene was completely different.
He had missed Silas the whole night. In the morning, from sheer tiredness, he fell asleep suddenly without even realizing it.
But the moment he closed his eyes, he saw that nightmare again — countless beast hordes destroying planet after planet alongside many black clothed people... countless humans dead and crying for help... then he saw Silas.
Silas looked at him and said with a sneer, "You are not worthy of me, Draven! Never even think about it. You, a filthy commoner, dared to be my partner!"
Draven felt his heart shattered into pieces...when that beautiful girl in white appeared in his dream again. "Draven! Forget about him. He is not on the same level as you... become strong and take care of the thing you always wanted to do..."
Draven looked at her angrily and shouted, "He is not Silas! My Silas won't leave me... no matter what!"
With that shout, he woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat all over his body. He knew it was that powerful girl who had made him see that dream... so that he'd leave Silas.
But his heart became firm, he would wait for Silas no matter what...