Fragments Of Us [Completed]

Hope 🔞

The afternoon light spilled through the window, casting shadows across the room as Krit paced back and forth, the anticipation thrumming in his veins. His heart raced, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. He knew Vel would be arriving soon, and with each passing moment, the tension in the air thickened.

When Vel finally stepped through the door, he was a force of nature—raw, unapologetic, and brimming with an energy that left Krit breathless. Without exchanging a word, Vel crossed the distance between them, closing the space with a predatory grace. The air crackled with electricity, and Krit felt a rush of adrenaline as Vel pressed him against the wall, capturing him in a rough embrace.

Krit's breath hitched as Vel's lips crashed onto his, a fierce, demanding kiss that left no room for hesitation. It was as if Vel was trying to drown out everything else, every memory of doubt and confusion, with the sheer intensity of their connection. Krit could feel the heat radiating off Vel's body, their chests colliding as their mouths moved in a desperate dance.

“Rougher,” Vel growled against Krit's lips, his voice low and gravelly. “I want you to make me forget.”

Krit's pulse quickened at the command, and he took hold of Vel's shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed with a force that surprised even him. Vel's eyes flashed with a mix of challenge and desire, and Krit wasted no time straddling him, taking control. The thrill of dominance surged through him, and he reveled in the feeling of Vel beneath him, exposed and eager.

Without hesitation, Krit’s hands gripped Vel’s wrists, pinning them above his head as he leaned down, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. He pressed his body against Vel’s, their skin sliding against each other, a tantalizing friction that ignited the air between them. Krit pulled away just enough to look into Vel's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. But all he found was a fervent hunger that pushed him further into the depths of their raw connection.

“Just like that,” Vel urged, his breath hitching as Krit began to grind against him, the rhythm slow and teasing at first. “Don’t hold back.”

Krit’s heart raced as he quickened the pace, their bodies moving in perfect sync, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Krit felt the heat pooling in his core, the pleasure building as he lost himself in the primal nature of their coupling. Vel was unyielding beneath him, an anchor in a storm of sensations, pushing Krit to explore the boundaries of their physical connection.

“Faster,” Vel demanded, his voice thick with need. Krit obeyed, the urgency of Vel’s command sending a jolt of desire coursing through him. He thrust deeper, harder, feeling the roughness of their movements sending waves of pleasure crashing over them. Each thrust was a release, a cathartic escape from the chaos in both their minds.

The tension in the room grew thicker, a tangible force that threatened to consume them. Krit could feel himself teetering on the edge, a dizzying combination of pleasure and desperation coursing through him. Vel’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body arching against Krit’s with each powerful thrust.

“Ah, Krit! More!” Vel shouted, his voice a mixture of need and intensity. Krit’s response was instinctual—he thrust harder, each movement fueled by a primal need to connect, to conquer. He wanted to drown Vel in the intensity of their union, to make him forget everything else.

As they reached the brink, Krit felt a surge of emotions crashing over him—frustration, desire, and an undeniable connection that he couldn’t ignore. He clenched his jaw, pushing through the overwhelming sensations, desperate to keep Vel anchored in the moment.

With a final, powerful thrust, Krit lost himself in ecstasy, the world around him fading away as they both reached their climax, their bodies entwined in a chaotic dance of pleasure and release.