Nico hovered above him, one hand holding himself, the other gripping Kyan's thigh tight, lifting it around his waist.
"Still want more?" Nico whispered, voice gritty.
Kyan nodded fast, pupils blown, body already shaking.
"God, yes—don't stop this time…"
Nico didn't.
He slid in slow—deep—making Kyan's head fall back with a broken moan. The forest around them blurred. Everything smelled like earth, rain, and sweat.
Kyan gripped Nico's back, fingernails digging in.
"Harder…"
Nico thrust again, this time rougher. Kyan arched beneath him.
Their skin slapped wetly, breath mixed, raw sounds swallowed up by the trees.
It was desperate now—needy. Like they'd been holding this back forever.
Kyan's voice came out wrecked.
"I can't—I'm gonna—"
"Hold it," Nico groaned. "Just a little more…"
But then they heard footsteps—
Nico froze.
Kyan's eyes widened, body still trembling, skin flushed.
They didn't speak.
Another crunch. Closer this time.
