You're an idiot (r18)

The last shred of Kael's restraint snapped.

He surged forward, capturing Theron's lips in a kiss so deep, so all-consuming, their bodies tangling in a mess of limbs and fevered desperation.

Theron moaned—soft, needy—when Kael rocked against him, their clothed lengths pressing together in a slow, torturous grind. The friction sent sparks down Kael's spine, his entire body tightening with need.

He braced himself on his forearms, hovering just above Theron, eyes locked onto his flushed face, his kiss-swollen lips. Theron looked utterly wrecked beneath him—breathless, hair a mess, pupils blown wide.

And he had never been more beautiful.

Kael groaned, dropping his head to Theron's shoulder as he rocked his hips again, dragging their aching lengths against each other.

The heat between them was unbearable, overwhelming. The slide of fabric, the pressure, the desperate way Theron clung to him—it was too much and not enough all at once.

"Kael—" Theron gasped, his nails digging into Kael's shoulders, his back arching off the bed as he met Kael's movements with his own.

Kael hissed at the sharp bite of pleasure, his control slipping as his hips snapped forward harder, the friction growing more intense, more intoxicating.

They moved together, hands grasping, mouths seeking, hips grinding in a slow, torturous rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through them.

Kael's breath was uneven, his body burning, his mind consumed by nothing but Theron—Theron's scent, Theron's voice, Theron's pleasure.

"Theron," he groaned, his voice thick with need.

Theron's only response was a desperate whimper, his head falling back against the pillows, his chest heaving as he arched into Kael's touch.

The heat coiled low in Kael's stomach, building, tightening with every roll of their hips. The friction was exquisite, the pleasure dizzying, and the sounds Theron made—soft gasps, breathless moans—sent Kael hurtling toward the edge.

Theron trembled beneath him, his entire body tensing, his hands gripping Kael's arms as his movements turned frantic, needy.

"I—I can't—" Theron choked out, his body shuddering.

Kael understood. He was right there with him.

He crushed their mouths together in a desperate kiss, swallowing Theron's cry as he finally shattered. His whole body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing through him as he came, his mind going blank, his world narrowing to nothing but the feeling of Theron, the sound of his pleasure.

Theron followed a heartbeat later, breaking the kiss with a strangled gasp, his body arching beneath Kael's as he reached his own release.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

They stayed there, tangled together, their breaths mingling, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks.

Kael pressed his forehead against Theron's, his chest rising and falling in time with his mate's.

Silence stretched between them, thick with emotion, with the weight of everything that had just happened.

Then, softly—

"I love you," Kael murmured, brushing his lips against Theron's once more. "And I always will."

Theron's breath caught.

His mismatched eyes flickered open, searching Kael's face as if trying to find some lie in his words.

But there was none.

Only truth.

Only love.

Theron swallowed hard, his lips trembling as he whispered back—

"I think…I love you too."

Kael's breath caught in his throat. The words struck him like a lightning bolt, electrifying every nerve in his body. 

He didn't think he could love Theron more than he already did, but hearing those words, seeing the raw vulnerability in his silver eyes—he was completely undone.

And then he kissed him again.

This time, there was no hesitation, no restraint. Kael poured everything into the kiss, his hands threading through Theron's hair, pulling him impossibly close. Theron whimpered softly against his lips, gripping at Kael's shoulders like he was afraid to let go.

But then Kael felt it.

A hardness pressing against his thigh.

He pulled back slightly, breathless, his golden eyes flickering with amusement as he smirked.

"You're hard again?"

Theron's entire body stiffened, and within seconds, his face turned crimson. With a mortified groan, he grabbed the nearest pillow and buried his face in it.

Kael chuckled, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of Theron's ear. "Did I do that?"

Theron let out a muffled groan of frustration. "One of the side effects from the bond veil," he admitted through the pillow. "The little man down there seems to get excited at the sight and smell of you."

Kael blinked, then grinned wickedly. "So, you're saying that just being near me turns you on?"

Theron groaned again, his face practically burning.

Kael's smirk deepened as he watched Theron bury his face in the pillow, his silver hair spilling over the fabric like liquid moonlight. 

His ears were red, his entire body tense with embarrassment, and Kael found himself utterly captivated.

He had never seen Theron like this—so undone, so vulnerable, so beautifully affected by him.

"You're adorable when you're flustered," Kael murmured, voice low and teasing.

Theron groaned, still hiding, his muffled voice grumbling against the pillow. "Shut up."

Kael chuckled, but the heat between them was undeniable. The scent of Theron's arousal was thick in the air, sending a shiver of need down Kael's spine. His mate—his stubborn, brilliant, beautiful mate—was reacting to him. To his touch, his presence, his scent.

Something primal stirred in Kael, a deep, possessive need to claim, to worship, to make Theron fall apart beneath him.

"You said it's a side effect of the bond veil," Kael mused, fingers tracing slow circles over Theron's lower back. "So, technically, it's my fault you're like this."

Theron peeked up from the pillow, his mismatched eyes narrowing. "What are you—?"

Kael didn't give him a chance to finish.

In one fluid motion, he unbuckled Theron's belt, sliding the leather free with a smooth pull. Theron tensed, sucking in a sharp breath, his body betraying him as Kael popped the button of his pants open.

"Kael—!"

"Let me help," Kael murmured, his voice rich with promise.

Theron gasped as Kael's fingers curled around the waistband of his pants, tugging them down just enough to free him.

 The cool air made him shiver, but nothing compared to the heat of Kael's breath against his skin.

Kael's golden eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him—Theron, flushed and exposed, his body betraying his arousal even as his mind fought to keep control.

"You're beautiful," Kael whispered, almost reverently.

Theron squeezed his eyes shut, clearly waging a war within himself. "Kael, you don't have to—"

"But I want to," Kael interrupted, his voice raw with honesty. "I want to make you feel good. I want to take care of you."

Theron's breath hitched.

And then Kael leaned in, pressing a kiss to his hipbone—light, teasing, but searing all the same.

Theron jolted. "Kael—!"

Kael didn't stop.

His mouth moved lower, his hands firm but gentle as they held Theron steady. He traced his lips along the sensitive skin, savoring the way Theron's body trembled beneath him.

Then, without hesitation, Kael took him into his mouth.

Theron's entire body arched off the bed, a strangled moan ripping from his throat. His fingers twisted in the sheets, his mind going blank as white-hot pleasure shot through him.

"Kael—Kael, wait—I—hngh—!"

Kael didn't wait.

He moved with slow, deliberate purpose, his tongue tracing every inch of him, mapping out the reactions that made Theron gasp, made his thighs tense, made his fingers grip Kael's hair like he was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

It was intoxicating—watching Theron lose himself, feeling him surrender to the pleasure Kael gave him.

And Kael loved every second of it.

Theron was unraveling, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, his body strung tight as a bowstring. He was usually so controlled, so composed—but now, he was completely undone beneath Kael's touch.

"Kael—I can't—!"

Kael hummed in response, the vibration sending Theron over the edge.

With a sharp cry, Theron shattered, pleasure ripping through him like a wildfire. His entire body trembled, his hands gripping Kael like he was afraid to let go.

Kael didn't pull away immediately. He lingered, pressing slow, soothing kisses against Theron's skin as he came down from the high. His hands ran gentle paths over his mate's thighs, grounding him, holding him close.

Theron collapsed back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His silver hair was a mess, his mismatched eyes glazed over with lingering pleasure.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets and the distant hum of the academy outside the window.

Then, finally, Theron found his voice.

"You're—" He swallowed, still breathless. "You're an idiot."

Kael grinned, propping himself up on his elbows, golden eyes twinkling. "Yeah?"

Theron scowled, turning his head to the side, his face still flushed. "Yeah."

Kael chuckled, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to Theron's temple. "But you love me anyway."

Theron's lips twitched, but he didn't argue.

Instead, he exhaled, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Kael's hair, pulling him closer. 

Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling, the space between them nonexistent.

Kael's voice was softer now, more serious. "Are you okay?"

Theron hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Yeah. I… yeah."

Kael studied him, then brushed a stray strand of silver hair from his face. "Good."