Cold and Charisma (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Forty [Mature]

Archer's Perspective

I couldn't suppress it—I couldn't contain this new, raw, and overwhelming urge to make him mine in every way possible.

As if him telling me he needed me wasn't enough, I needed more. I needed him to moan out my name, to say it like he always does, delirious and needy, whenever I'm kissing him.

I didn't even know I had it in myself—this primal urge to devour him whole. It wasn't like me. We both knew it. But I couldn't stop. Not after everything he told me—it just made me want him more.

It suddenly didn't feel as terrifying as it previously did, the sensation of pleasure replacing any last fear I had of intimacy. Because now? I wasn't scared anymore.

Not if I was going to do it with Riley.

How could I be afraid of kissing someone so beautiful? If anything—I was afraid of hurting him.

The lingering feeling of fear that I used to have every time our kisses escalated quickly subsided as soon as my hands gripped his thighs.

I slowly broke our kiss, panting, "Do you—" my breath hitched, "Are you sure you want this, Riley?" I removed my hands from his thighs to cup his face.

His expression showed that he needed this as much as I did, and he didn't even think before slowly nodding.

"Baby, I need to hear you say it." My thumb caressed his cheek gently, as I searched his blue eyes for any hint of hesitation. None.

"I–" he took a deep breath, growing frustrated, "how many times are you gonna make me say I need you today?!" My serious expression remained as he yelled, my eyes not leaving his.

"As many times as I need to hear it to make sure you actually want this," my voice was steady but firm, "I don't wanna do anything that will make you hate me, Riley."

"I couldn't hate you even if I tried, you ass," he dove forward, connecting our lips once more. His lips were aggressive, needy, and impossible to break away from. But I knew I had to.

"Riley." I said firmly, "tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it, love." Riley rolled his eyes, before letting out a loud groan, "Okay, fine. I fucking need you. I need you to—" he stopped himself, "... fuck me." He looked anywhere but at me, hands crossing over his chest in defiance.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" I chuckled, pulling him in by his waist once I heard his admittance.

"No, but I am." Riley smirked mischievously, hand trailing up my clothed abs.

"Do you wanna feel how hard I am?" He added, hand still roaming across my uniform. "You got a dirty mouth on you, you know that?" I whispered lowly into his ear, my breath fanning it.

"Thought you already knew that." He muttered, forehead pressing against mine. "I'm gonna show you just how much of a dirty of a mouth I have." Riley smirked, his hand traveling down my chest to the band of my trousers.

Fuck. He talked like he had experience in this—like none of this bothered nor embarrassed him. And here I was, trying not to pathetically crumble at how nervous I felt.

There was no sign of hesitation on his face, in fact he seemed to enjoy teasing me like this. His pale fingers slowly tugged on my zipper, pulling it down with increasing anticipation.

Riley wasted no time in tugging at the waistband of my boxers once he'd unzipped my trousers. A smile appeared on his face—seductive and innocent—all at once, as he slowly moved his palm closer to my bulge.