Fragments Of Us [Completed]

It's Just Sex🔞

It had been a month since everything changed between them. Vel and Krit had fallen into a rhythm, though it was anything but normal. Their encounters were intense, filled with passion and heat, but the emotions behind it were murky. Krit didn't want to admit it, but he had surrendered to whatever this was. And Vel - Vel had stopped caring about labels. All he knew was that, with Krit, things were different.

Tonight, Vel was already waiting on the couch when Krit came in, his legs stretched out casually, as if he wasn't affected by what they were doing. Krit's gaze fell on him, noticing the way Vel's eyes darkened with anticipation. It was a silent agreement. No words were needed.

Krit approached him, his hand gripping Vel's jaw before pulling him into a rough kiss. There was no gentleness. Vel responded immediately, leaning into him, wanting more. Krit's hands moved swiftly, pulling Vel's shirt over his head and discarding it on the floor. His fingers traced the lines of Vel's body, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath his touch.

"Just do it," Vel muttered against Krit's lips, his voice filled with impatience. Krit smirked, enjoying the way Vel was at his mercy.

"You want it rough, don't you?" Krit whispered into Vel's ear, his breath hot against his skin. Vel nodded, biting his lip as his back hit the cushions.

Krit didn't waste time. He pulled Vel down onto the couch, pressing him into the fabric. The heat between them grew quickly, and soon their clothes were scattered across the room. Vel lay beneath Krit, his body exposed, vulnerable, yet eager.

Krit positioned himself, gripping Vel's hips tightly. Vel's breath hitched, and for a moment, his eyes flickered with something like uncertainty, but he didn't stop Krit. He never did.

As Krit entered him, Vel's head fell back against the couch, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Krit moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of Vel wrapped around him, but Vel wasn't one for slow.

"Faster," Vel growled, his voice filled with desperation. Krit's grip on his hips tightened, and he obliged, thrusting deeper, harder.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, Vel's moans growing louder with each thrust. Krit felt the familiar rush of control, the way Vel's body submitted to him, the way Vel's hands clawed at the couch, trying to ground himself.

"God, Krit-harder," Vel demanded, his voice raw and breathless. Krit smirked, leaning down to bite at Vel's neck, leaving marks that would last for days. He knew Vel liked the roughness, craved it, and Krit was more than happy to give it to him.

The couch creaked beneath them as Krit increased his pace, slamming into Vel with a force that had both of them gasping for air. Vel's body arched beneath him, his hands gripping Krit's shoulders as if he were holding on for dear life.

Every thrust sent shockwaves through Vel, his moans growing more desperate, more needy. "Ah... f-fuck... don't stop," Vel choked out, his breath ragged as Krit continued to pound into him.

Krit was relentless, driving into Vel with everything he had, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He felt Vel tightening around him, pushing him closer to the edge.

Vel's moans became a mix of pleasure and pain, his body trembling under the intensity of it all. Krit could feel Vel's nails digging into his back, but it only spurred him on, made him want to push Vel further.

And then, with one final thrust, Vel's body tensed, his release washing over him as he cried out, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Krit followed moments later, his own release hitting him hard as he buried himself deep inside Vel.

For a moment, everything was still. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing, their bodies spent and tangled together on the couch. Krit pulled out slowly, collapsing beside Vel, his heart still racing.