After the soft morning haze, with Jonas and Rafael still wrapped in warmth from their shared bed, the dorm's small bathroom witnessed steamy battles over hot water and lingering touches. Their laughter echoed in the cramped space, but once the door shut behind them, reality crept back in.
Jonas's footsteps were lighter than usual as he cut across the campus, heart hammering under the quiet morning sun. His usual path would take him straight to his department building, but today curiosity had other plans.
He slipped through the shaded walkway leading toward Rafael's building, a place Jonas never had a reason to go. But today, a magnetic pull dragged him forward, his eyes scanning for any sign of Rafael.
There, near the entrance, Rafael stood, casually chatting with a girl Jonas didn't recognize. She had sun-kissed hair and a mischievous grin, her hand wrapped possessively around Rafael's arm.
Jonas's gaze locked on the girl clinging to Rafael, and his blood simmered. She pressed her chest deliberately against Rafael's arm, her fingers trailing teasingly as if staking a claim.
Jonas's eyes flicked down to his own chest, a burning surge of jealousy and something darker, possessiveness, flooding him. Is that what Rafael wants? Someone to press like that against him? The thought was a bitter sting, twisting in his gut.
His jaw clenched hard, fists tightening at his sides. The image of her bold touch haunted him, mixing with the memories of last night, Rafael whispering Jonas's name, fingers tangled, breaths uneven.
A maddening fire blazed inside Jonas, and he wasn't sure if it was pain or desire burning stronger.
Jonas's breath hitched as the girl laughed softly, her hand lingering a moment longer on Rafael's arm before she leaned in, brushing her lips near his ear. Rafael's eyes darted around, catching Jonas's stare for just a second, but the girl's smile didn't falter.
Jonas swallowed the lump in his throat. His heartbeat was erratic, pounding in sync with the flush rising to his cheeks. The thought of Rafael choosing that girl, even just for a moment, felt like a knife twisting deeper.
He didn't want to push Rafael away, no, that would be the last thing he'd ever want. But god, the jealousy was maddening. So instead, he did the only thing he could think of: he stepped forward, closer than anyone should to another guy's girlfriend.
Lars, cool and unbothered, fell into step beside Jonas as they walked down the hallway. "You alright, man? You look like you're about to explode."
Jonas shot Lars a sharp look, voice low and fierce. "I'm fine."
But inside, every nerve screamed. He needed Rafael to know, to feel, that no one could touch him like Jonas did. That no one would ever replace the way Jonas's name still slipped from Rafael's lips when it mattered most.
And as Rafael made his way toward Jonas's department, oblivious to the brewing storm, Jonas made a silent promise: no one was taking Rafael from him. Not even a girl with bold hands and a crooked smile.
Rafael hadn't meant to linger.
He was only passing through Jonas's department, just a glimpse, just a minute. But that minute turned into a searing slap to the face when he saw Jonas leaning against the lockers, laughing, laughing, with some guy he didn't recognize. Tall. Blond. Lars.
They were too close. Way too close. Jonas's hand was on the guy's arm, light and casual, but Rafael saw right through it.
He clenched his jaw, trying to rationalize, maybe they were just talking, but his breath hitched when Jonas looked up and their eyes locked. Jonas didn't flinch. He just raised a brow, slow and smug, before brushing his chest with the back of his hand in an oddly self-conscious gesture.
Rafael's stomach twisted.
He knew what that was. Jonas had seen the girl earlier, had seen her press against him, felt her clinging on him like she belonged. Rafael hadn't meant to let her get that close, but he also hadn't stopped her fast enough. And now Jonas was spiraling.
And now… so was he.
Without thinking, Rafael turned on his heel and stormed off, ignoring the burning in his chest. The jealousy. The frustration. The shame. And the need.
Because no one made him feel like Jonas did.
And if Jonas wanted to play with fire, Rafael would show him exactly how much it burned.
The door slammed shut behind Jonas, his bag hitting the floor with a thud. The heat in the dorm room wasn't from the weather—it was Rafael's gaze.
Jonas didn't even get a word out.
In two strides, Rafael was in front of him, slamming a hand against the wall right beside Jonas' head. The other curled into the front of his shirt, gripping it tight.
"Did you enjoy it?" Rafael's voice was low, shaking with restrained fury. "His hand on your waist. His eyes on you like he owned you."
Jonas smirked, mocking, hiding the tremble under his skin. "You mean like how that girl had her tits pressed on your arm like she wanted to devour you whole?"
Rafael growled, dragging him off the wall and slamming him against it again. "Jealous?"
"Possessive," Jonas hissed. "The kind that wants to bite, not whine."
And that's all it took.
Lips crashed. Teeth clashed. This wasn't kissing. It was devouring.
Clothes came off in a blur of torn fabric and panting breaths, Rafael's hands everywhere, pinning, roaming, clutching like he'd die if he let go. Jonas fought him for control, clawed at his back, leaving welts as they stumbled to the bed. But Rafael shoved him down and pinned him there, hovering above, panting, pupils blown wide with hunger.
"You think he could give you this?" Rafael's voice was gravel, as his hips rolled down hard. Jonas gasped, arching up. "He wouldn't survive you."
"Neither will you," Jonas shot back, pulling him in.
And the storm broke.
They were all fingernails dragging down spines, hips grinding until bones ached, sweat pooling in the sheets. Words spilled out between gasps, taunts, confessions, curses. Jonas whispered Rafael's name like a sin, Rafael moaned Jonas' like a prayer. Every thrust wasn't just release, it was revenge, it was need, it was obsession.
By the time they collapsed, the sheets were ruined, the air heavy with sex and something deeper, something neither of them dared say aloud.
But their bodies knew it.
And their hearts?
Were already too far gone.
The room was thick with heat, their skin slick with the aftermath of fevered desire. Rafael's hands were still pressed firmly against Jonas's back, fingers digging in just enough to claim him without pain. Jonas's breath hitched, chest rising and falling unevenly as he clung to Rafael like a lifeline.
"Jonas," Rafael murmured low, voice coated in something almost tender, "you're mine. All of you."
Jonas swallowed hard, chest tightening with the weight of those words, not just spoken but felt, etched deep. "I don't want anyone else but you," he whispered back, voice trembling with raw need and something softer, something like fear of losing what they just sealed in sweat and heat.
Rafael's lips brushed over Jonas's temple, trailing down the side of his face with slow, deliberate care. "I've been crazy for you since the first moment," he confessed, fingers threading through Jonas's hair, tugging gently. "Watching you, wanting you, it's been maddening. You don't even know how much I crave you."
Jonas closed his eyes, heart pounding like a drum, a mixture of relief and wild, aching hope flooding through him. "I was scared you'd look away," he admitted, voice cracking like fragile glass. "That you'd find someone better. But now…" He pulled Rafael closer, pressing their foreheads together, "now I know, it's only you."
Rafael smiled, slow, wicked, and full of promise, his other hand sliding down to grip Jonas's hip, fingers curling possessively. "Jealousy nearly drove me mad today," he teased, voice dropping lower, lips grazing Jonas's ear, "seeing you with that guy... But now I get to show you exactly who you belong to."
Jonas shivered, heat flaring in places beyond the skin. "Show me," he breathed, words laced with longing and challenge. "Make me yours."
Rafael's eyes darkened with hunger, but beneath that blaze was something fiercer still, a desperate need to protect, to claim, to never let go.
"Forever," Rafael promised, voice thick with emotion. "No one else. Just you."
Their bodies moved together again, tangled, desperate, a fierce fire burning higher than ever, obsession and love, tangled beyond saving, beyond reason. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the raw, fierce truth between them.
Rafael's grip tightened, nails digging into Jonas's skin like a claim branded in fire. Every inch of him was marked, claimed, devoured. His mouth found the curve of Jonas's jaw, teeth grazing the tender flesh before sinking in just enough to draw a gasp.
Jonas trembled beneath him, breath ragged, heart hammering with an addictive mix of ache and pleasure. The rougher Rafael got, the deeper Jonas fell, no walls, no defenses left standing. Just raw sensation, and a craving that felt like it would consume him whole.
"Say my name," Rafael growled, voice thick with need and possessiveness.
Jonas barely hesitated, voice shaking but desperate: "Rafael."
"Louder," Rafael demanded, rolling his hips with fierce, demanding rhythm.
"Rafael!" Jonas cried out, body arching into the relentless pleasure, every rough thrust driving him higher, farther over the edge. The roughness wasn't harsh, it was love shaped in desperate, fiery obsession, and it broke down all his walls.
Rafael leaned down, biting hard into Jonas's shoulder, marking him with his passion and promise. "Mine," he hissed, "all of you is mine."
Jonas's fingers tangled in Rafael's hair, pulling him closer even as the burning pleasure threatened to undo him. "I'm yours," he whispered through clenched teeth, every rough movement sending waves of fire crashing through his core.
Rafael's hands roamed, claiming, caressing, exploring every part of Jonas like a treasure he could never lose. He wasn't just taking; he was worshipping, obsessing, needing every piece of him.
Jonas gasped, cried out, begged, in that sweet, savage mix of pain and pleasure where obsession turned into salvation. "Never stop," he breathed, voice raw and broken.
Rafael's grin was wicked, eyes blazing. "Never," he promised.
And with that, he claimed him again, harder, deeper, until their cries filled the small room, their souls tangled in a fierce, desperate love that neither of them could ever deny.
The room trembled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick rhythm of flesh meeting flesh, every thrust from Rafael driving Jonas closer to the edge, and then beyond. The heat between them was suffocating, thick enough to drown in, every nerve screaming for more.
Rafael's grip on Jonas tightened, nails digging into the skin of his hips as he claimed him deeper and harder, unrelenting. The roughness of his touch sent shockwaves up Jonas's spine, igniting every inch of his body like wildfire. Every thrust was a challenge, a declaration of possession, a dark promise whispered with every breathless gasp.
Jonas's hands clawed at Rafael's back, desperate to hold on, to never let this moment slip away. His body trembled with need and raw vulnerability, muscles aching for the release only Rafael could give.
"Say my name," Rafael growled, voice thick with desire, "Tell me you're mine."
Jonas's lips parted, voice cracking, "Rafael."
The sound hit Rafael like a shot fired straight to the core. His thrusts faltered for just a heartbeat before snapping back with renewed fury, the name burning on his tongue like a spell binding them tighter.
The walls closed in around them, the outside world fading until nothing existed but their heated moans and the desperate rhythm of their bodies colliding in an obsessive dance. Rafael's mouth found Jonas's again, devouring his lips, biting and licking with a feral hunger that made Jonas's head spin.
Each moment was a battle and a surrender all at once, Jonas's moans rising, raw and wild, as the relentless pleasure built in waves. Rafael's hands traced fire across his skin, fingers leaving trails of heat and promise, while his hips pushed deeper, harder, until they both teetered on the edge.
"Come for me," Rafael whispered harshly, voice trembling with need.
Jonas's body arched, every nerve ending aflame as he fell apart beneath Rafael's command, crying out the release that shattered him into pieces and put him back together again, only more broken, more whole, more his than ever.
But Rafael wasn't done. Not yet. With a growl, he pulled Jonas close, grinding into him with a ruthless desperation that left no space for anything but their raw obsession. His breath hitched, voice low and rough.
"You're mine. Always."
Jonas clung to him, gasping, "Forever."
Their bodies moved as one, wild, rough, tender, brutal, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, Rafael found his own release, voice raw and broken as he claimed Jonas completely.
They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, hearts pounding in a chaotic symphony of love and lust, obsession and surrender.
Jonas's fingers traced lazy circles on Rafael's back as they caught their breath, the silence heavy but sweet between them.
In that quiet afterglow, Rafael pressed a gentle kiss to Jonas's temple.
"Never let me go."
"Never," Jonas whispered back.
And as they finally drifted toward sleep, tangled in each other's arms, the fire between them burned steady, wild and unyielding, promising more to come.
Every breaks they have became a little rendezvous they shared.
Rafael doesn't wait. The second Jonas slips into the alley, he's pinned,
back against the wall, lips stolen in a kiss that's all teeth and desperation.
"You drive me insane," Rafael hisses, breath hot against his ear.
"You sneak into my veins like poison, and I crave every drop."
Jonas gasps, fists clenching Rafael's shirt.
"I belong to you," he pants, "So stop looking at anyone else----"
Rafael's hand slides beneath Jonas' shirt,
fingers tracing the heated skin he's claimed time and time again.
"You think I want them?" he growls. "You're the only one I fuck. The only one I think about."
Clothes are half-pulled, jeans barely undone,
it's rushed, messy, frantic.
The alley echoes with breathless moans, the soft thud of hips meeting,
the desperation of lovers who can't get enough,
who don't want to wait for nightfall anymore.
Their obsession has evolved.
It's not just about possession now----
it's addiction.
Jonas gasped as Rafael's mouth trailed down his neck, biting,
not enough to break skin, but enough to claim.
The world blurred. The sun was up, people walked nearby,
but in that shadowed corner, nothing existed but heat, breath, and obsession.
"You always wear this fucking cologne," Rafael muttered against Jonas' jaw,
voice thick with hunger. "I smell it on my sheets. On my fingers. Even when you're gone, I feel you there."
Jonas moaned, arching into his touch. "Then don't let me go."
Rafael chuckled, dark, possessive. "I won't."
His hand wrapped around Jonas, pumping slow, deliberately cruel in pace.
"You're mine, Jonas. If Lars touches you again - hell, even looks at you again, I'll ruin him."
Jonas whimpered, breath stuttering. "Then show me. Ruin me."
And Rafael did.
Their hips clashed, desperate, fevered.
Jonas bit his own knuckle, trying to stay quiet,
but Rafael didn't make it easy.
He whispered filth in Jonas' ear with every thrust:
how perfect he felt, how tight, how beautiful when he fell apart.
He told him all the things he could never say in the daylight.
And Jonas… Jonas soaked it in like water to fire.
His legs trembled, body slick with sweat and lust,
every moan swallowed in Rafael's mouth.
"More----" Jonas begged, clawing at Rafael's back. "Harder----"
Rafael growled. "You want more? Then you'll scream my name, right here, I don't care who hears."
Jonas did.
And when they finally collapsed, shaking and breathless,
Rafael didn't let go. He cradled Jonas against him, lips pressed to his forehead.
"I'll destroy the world if it ever tries to take you from me."
Rafael's thumb dragged over Jonas' lip one last time, eyes burning even as he stepped back like nothing happened.
"Go. Before I drag you back in."
Jonas fixed his shirt, cheeks still flushed, lips kiss-swollen, thighs trembling. "I'm walking. See?"
Rafael turned away with a quiet chuckle, adjusting his collar as he disappeared into the crowd.
Jonas stood there for a second longer, dazed, before forcing his legs to move.
Every step sent a reminder of what had just happened.
Warmth… trickling down. Sticky. Unmistakable.
He squirmed mid-stride, eyes darting around in paranoia.
His shirt was long enough, thank god, but the feeling?
It made his ears burn and his thighs squeeze together on instinct.
"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, hurrying toward the restroom,
ignoring the friendly nods from passing classmates.
His insides clenched with every reminder of Rafael buried deep inside him.
Locking himself in a stall, Jonas sat down with a sigh, burying his face in his hands.
"That bastard. He didn't even give me time to----"
He bit his lip, hard.
But even in the silence of the stall, his heart pounded, echoing with Rafael's words:
"You're mine."
And the worst part?
Jonas didn't want to wash him off.
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.
The wind was sharp on the rooftop, brushing over their heated skin like a cruel tease. No one ever came up here, at least, not during class hours. The only barrier between them and the entire student body was a narrow metal railing and the gamble that no one would think to look up.
Jonas had barely opened the door when Rafael had shoved him against the wall, lips crashing into his like a storm unbottled. There was no time for resistance. No room for hesitation.
Clothes were pushed aside, breath stolen, hearts racing in sync with the wind.
Jonas gripped the railing, knuckles white, back arched, eyes clenched shut. "R-Rafael," he gasped, voice a whisper swallowed by the wind. "Here? Are you insane?"
Rafael's voice was low, rough with hunger. "I warned you, didn't I? The moment you whispered my name last night, you gave yourself to me. And now, you're mine."
With a firm grip on Jonas's hips, he drove in deep, drawing a strangled moan from the man before him. Jonas bit his lip hard to keep the sound down, his entire body shuddering under the assault.
"Don't hold back, love," Rafael whispered against Jonas's ear. "Let them hear. Let them know who you belong to."
Jonas turned his head slightly, breath caught, eyes glazed. "I-I can't... Someone might see us."
"Exactly."
Rafael thrust harder, savoring every twitch of Jonas's body, every helpless whimper. Jonas could feel it building again, a wave of heat coiling in his stomach. Each movement pushed him closer to that dangerous edge, not just of climax, but of sanity.
He moaned Rafael's name, barely audible, but it was enough.
Rafael grinned, pressing his lips to Jonas's nape. "Say it again. Louder. Let the wind carry it."
"Lars..." Jonas gasped. "I-I mean----Rafael!"
Rafael laughed darkly, amused by the slip. He didn't stop. If anything, it excited him more. He pushed deeper, harder, hips meeting Jonas's with rhythmic urgency.
Down below, footsteps echoed faintly. Conversations drifted up, clueless, blissfully unaware of the act happening just above their heads.
Jonas could barely think. His legs trembled, his voice choked as he clung to the metal, warmth spilling down his thighs, wind licking over every exposed inch. And Rafael, oh Rafael, he wasn't done.
He flipped Jonas around, pulling him into another kiss, tongues colliding, fingers digging into skin. "One more," he whispered. "You can take it."
Jonas, dizzy, breathless, nodded. "Make me yours again."
And Rafael did.
The rooftop bore witness to every cry muffled against the other's mouth, every desperate grind, every feverish kiss that tasted of obsession and addiction. They didn't stop until both were breathless, collapsed against the warm concrete, limbs tangled, hearts slamming against their ribs.
Jonas rested his head on Rafael's chest, listening to the hammering thud of his heart. "You're insane."
Rafael smirked. "And you're mine."
He kissed Jonas's temple, possessive and tender, as if sealing a vow with every beat between them.
The bell rang below, signaling the end of class.
And still, they didn't move.
The rooftop had become their altar, and their obsession, the fire that kept it sacred.
The cold night air curled around the rooftop like a phantom, brushing heated skin with the chill of exposure. A dangerous place to indulge in sin, but for Jonas and Rafael, danger only fueled the burn.
Jonas's knees kissed concrete, reddened from rough friction, but he didn't care. He never looked away from Rafael. Not when he pressed kisses along Rafael's thigh, not when he mouthed over the trail of skin he'd marked hours ago. Rafael leaned back against the brick wall, shirt unbuttoned and eyes half-lidded, watching the one person he could no longer resist.
Rafael's voice was a rumble. "You know someone could look up and see us."
Jonas smirked, lips trailing lower. "Let them. I want them to know who you belong to."
Rafael's fingers knotted in his hair, hips jerking slightly. "Bold words for someone on their knees."
Jonas looked up through his lashes. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
A growl, guttural and low, and Rafael pulled him deeper. There were no soft moans now, just muffled gags, the slap of skin, the slick noise of obsession turned physical. And above it all, the danger. One wrong move, one curious glance upward from the campus grounds, and they'd be exposed in the most intimate way.
But Jonas didn't flinch. He took it all. Again. And again. Until Rafael twitched, cursed, and spilled everything he had into Jonas's throat.
Jonas pulled back slowly, chest rising and falling. He swallowed, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gazed up with the heat of a man completely consumed.
"I told you," Jonas whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours."
Rafael didn't hesitate. He yanked Jonas to his feet, wrapped an arm around his waist, and kissed him so hard it left them both breathless. There was no hiding now. If anyone saw them, so be it. The world could burn for all they cared.
Across the rooftop gap, hidden in the shadows, Caleb stood perfectly still. His camera lens tracked every moment.
Click. Jonas on his knees. Click. Rafael's fingers clenched in his hair. Click. Jonas licking his lips, his voice whispering something filthy and worshipful.
Caleb swallowed hard, the camera almost slipping from his sweaty palm. His other hand was buried in the waistband of his pants, pumping slowly in time with what he watched. Each breath came sharp. Desperate.
He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't. But he couldn't stop.
Not when Jonas looked like that. Possessed. Owned. Glowing.
Caleb's hips bucked into his hand as Jonas whispered something again, words the wind barely carried. But he didn't need to hear. The visuals were enough.
Click. Jonas cleaning up. Proud. No shame. Just love... obsession.
Caleb bit his lip until it bled.
"Damn... Jonas," he muttered, voice cracking.
And then, as Rafael kissed Jonas like he'd never let him go, Caleb's heart twisted in ways it shouldn't. He wiped his release onto the inside of his jacket, panting, watching the final act of a show meant only for two.
Click. One last shot.
He zoomed in on Jonas's face.
Not Rafael's.
Jonas.
His thumb hovered over the image. He traced the cheek. The lips. The jaw.
"Not yet," Caleb whispered with the intensity of a promise. "But you will be."
The camera powered down.
The rooftop light flickered above.
And in the darkness, a new obsession sparked.