The Roommates Part 10

In the farthest corner of the library, where the dim light barely reached and the silence was thick enough to muffle even a heartbeat, Jonas stood facing the towering bookshelves. His breath hitched as Rafael's presence loomed just behind him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

Jonas could barely concentrate on the spine of the book he pretended to scan. His mind was a chaotic storm, every nerve on fire under Rafael's steady gaze. The subtle brush of Rafael's hand along his waist sent jolts of electricity down his spine. Jonas swallowed hard, his chest tightening, the effort to keep his composure an exhausting battle.

Rafael leaned in, whispering just above a breath, "Try to keep it quiet, Jonas. I want to hear nothing but your silence."

A mischievous grin spread across Rafael's lips as he pressed a hand firmly against Jonas's hip, fingers trailing dangerously low. Jonas's eyes darted nervously around, checking for any wandering students, but the space was theirs alone, a secret world hidden behind musty pages and forgotten stories.

Rafael's fingers tightened their grip just a bit, a silent promise of what was to come if Jonas failed to hold still. And as the tension twisted tighter between them, Jonas's quiet whimper betrayed his struggle, a sound swallowed quickly, but loud enough to make Rafael's smirk deepen.

Rafael's breath ghosted over the back of Jonas's neck, each soft exhale stirring the sensitive skin beneath his collarbone. Jonas's body trembled with every movement, fighting the urge to turn around and claim Rafael right there in the silence of the library. His heart pounded so loud he was sure it would give them away.

Rafael's hands slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of Jonas's jeans, tracing delicate patterns that ignited fire beneath the fabric. Jonas clenched his jaw, biting back a sharp intake of breath as Rafael pressed closer, his hips subtly aligning behind him.

"Shhh," Rafael murmured, voice low and velvety. "You're driving me crazy, keeping all this in."

Jonas swallowed thickly, his mind a tempest of desire and restraint. The weight of Rafael's body pressed into his back was both a comfort and a delicious torment. Every tiny movement sent shivers racing down his spine, awakening parts of him that had been desperate to come alive since that morning's confession.

Fingers tightening just enough to tease, Rafael's hand slid beneath Jonas's shirt, warm skin meeting cool fabric, his touch feather-light but demanding. Jonas's breath hitched again, small gasps threatening to break the silence. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as he struggled to stay quiet.

Rafael didn't pull back. Instead, his hands slid with more purpose, fingers tracing the curve of Jonas's waist, gripping just enough to claim him. The friction of their bodies pressed close beneath the dim library lights was intoxicating.

Jonas's breath hitched, caught between a gasp and a moan, eyes darting nervously to the quiet aisles around them. But Rafael's lips found his neck, planting fierce, burning kisses that left trails of fire. The library wasn't just a cage anymore, it was their secret world.

"Not yet," Rafael whispered, his voice thick with need. "But I want you to feel every second."

His hands traveled higher, fingers slipping beneath the hem of Jonas's shirt, burning skin meeting cool fabric. Jonas trembled but didn't pull away, how could he, when every touch felt like a promise?

The weight of Rafael's body behind him grounded Jonas, even as the heat pooling low in his belly threatened to consume his control.

A sudden noise, a book falling from a nearby shelf, sent a shiver down Jonas's spine. He froze, but Rafael's hands didn't stop. Instead, they tightened their grip, as if daring him to lose control.

"Shh," Rafael breathed against his ear, "We're in this together."

And in that silent, forbidden space, the walls of restraint crumbled, replaced by a raw, untamed need neither could deny.

Rafael's grip tightened, fingers trailing hot lines down Jonas's sides, sending sparks with every touch. Jonas's body betrayed him, muscles tensing, breaths shallow and quickening, heat pooling in places that begged for release but had to remain silent.

Rafael's lips brushed Jonas's earlobe, a wicked smile in his voice. "You want to scream, don't you?"

Jonas's jaw clenched, eyes darting around, heart pounding not just from fear but from the delicious torment. "I... I can't."

"Good." Rafael's voice dropped to a low growl. "Then I'll make sure you feel it all inside."

His hands slipped lower, fingers teasing along the waistband of Jonas's pants, inching closer to the prize. Every inch was a battle, Jonas fighting to keep quiet, Rafael savoring every whispered gasp held back.

The tension stretched tight, a taut wire ready to snap.

Then, with a quick, almost cruel movement, Rafael pressed his body harder against Jonas's back, his hips aligning with desperate need.

Jonas bit down on his lip, the sharp taste mingling with the heat blossoming inside him.

"Don't move," Rafael warned, voice fierce but breathless. "Not yet."

But the silent shudder that ran through Jonas told a different story.

Rafael's hands weren't gentle anymore. They gripped Jonas's hips firmly, guiding him against the cool, unforgiving bookshelf. The scent of old paper mixed with the heat between them, making every nerve alive, every breath a battle.

Jonas's teeth sank into his lower lip, muffling a shaky moan. His body arched instinctively, pressing back into Rafael's touch, craving more but fighting to keep the sound locked away.

Rafael's breath was hot against Jonas's neck, his voice a low rasp. "You're mine, Jonas. Every inch of you."

With a deliberate, almost possessive movement, Rafael pushed forward, filling Jonas with a slow, torturous claim that sent shockwaves through them both. The friction was maddening, the sensation overwhelming, but the silence had to remain.

Jonas's hands gripped the edges of the bookshelf, knuckles white, as his hips involuntarily met Rafael's, chasing the relief that was both near and cruelly out of reach.

Rafael's lips found the curve of Jonas's ear again, whispering promises and warnings tangled in one breath. "If you make a sound, I'll make sure it's only louder next time."

A tiny whimper slipped out, almost lost, but it was enough.

Rafael tightened his hold, driving deeper, faster, rougher, each movement a silent scream of possession and obsession. Jonas's breath hitched, chest rising and falling in desperate rhythm with Rafael's relentless pace.

The world shrank to the two of them, pressed close, tangled in desire and secrecy, in the forbidden thrill of being caught.

Jonas's body trembled, the pressure building, a storm about to break. His lips parted, caught between the need to scream and the command to stay silent.

And when the release finally came, fierce and overwhelming, it left them both shaking, breathless, utterly claimed.