Starving

Warning: +18 content

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POV: Bible and Jes

"Can we—" Bible began, but then gasped—because Jes kissed that one godforsaken spot right below his ear, the one that made his knees give out and his brain cells go on strike.

"Can we what?" Jes whispered, voice all raspy and sinful, like he knew exactly what he was doing (which he did, the menace).

Bible's head was tilted back, flushed to hell, eyes unfocused. He swallowed, tried to blink back some sanity. "Can we move the other part, we are going to do, to the bedroom?" he asked, voice soft and shaky, eyes darting like maybe the ceiling fan would save him from his own horniness.

Jes grinned. Not a sweet grin. No. This was a predator sees his flustered prey and enjoys every second of it grin.

"Why?" he asked like he didn't just ruin Bible's ability to function five seconds ago.

And Bible, poor Bible, was deteriorating. Mr. Cool Leather Jacket Bad Boy was currently nothing but swollen lips, messy black hair, red cheeks, and the emotional stability of a dial-up connection.

"Because—" Bible stammered, voice rising in panic like this was a hostage negotiation with his own dignity. "Because I don't want to get railed on the marble countertop." He said it fast. Like he was being chased by shame itself.

Jes just blinked.

Then laughed. The kind of laugh that shook his shoulders and made Bible want to either crawl under the floor or kiss him again.

"Oh, baby," Jes whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I was gonna carry you anyway."

And Bible made the exact sound a Windows XP computer makes when it crashes.

"Baby?" Bible echoed, his voice muffled as he buried his face into Jes's shoulder like he could disappear into his shirt and never come out again.

Jes grinned against Bible's temple, chuckling softly. "I didn't expect you to react this way. All flustered and nervous." His fingers toyed with the hem of Bible's shirt, the other hand still holding his waist like Bible might spontaneously levitate if he let go.

Bible made a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper. "I didn't expect you to call me that out of nowhere!" he mumbled into Jes's collarbone. "You can't just say stuff like that when my brain is already melting."

Jes laughed again—soft, breathy, warm. "You've been acting like a bratty little shit for days, and now look at you." He gently bumped his nose against Bible's ear. "Melting in my arms like ice cream on a Bangkok sidewalk."

"Shut up," Bible hissed, his ears visibly red now.

"No, no, this is my favorite version of you. All red-faced and hiding in my shirt like a kitten who just knocked over the vase." Jes tilted Bible's chin up with two fingers, looking straight into those wide, overwhelmed eyes. "Still want to move to the bedroom, or should I rail you right here just to teach you a lesson?"

Bible squeaked. Like, audibly squeaked.

Jes smirked.

"Bedroom it is," Bible muttered, scrambling off the counter like the marble betrayed him personally. Jes followed, slow and smug, watching the man who just hours ago tried to be the king of cool now trip over his own socks.

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Jes shut the bedroom door with a quiet click and, without a word, turned the key in the lock.

Bible jerked upright like he'd just heard gunfire. "Did you just—lock the door?" he asked, voice climbing halfway to panic. His eyes narrowed, suspicious. "Why the hell did you lock the door?!"

Jes leaned casually against the wood, twirling the key around his finger, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Because," he started, almost teasing, "I'm terrified that our kitten might barge in and ruin the mood."

Bible raised an eyebrow. "The kitten? He's literally the size of a slipper. What's he gonna do—file a complaint?"

Jes chuckled but then his smile faded into something more sincere, voice dropping lower. "Okay, fine. Maybe I'm not scared of the kitten." He held Bible's gaze. "Maybe I just didn't want you walking out on me."

Bible studied him for a beat, his features unreadable. Then, he gave a low, amused exhale. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere," he said, before falling back onto the bed in one smooth motion. He sprawled out like he owned the place, legs apart, hands behind his head, that signature smug grin stretching across his face. "But locking the door? Kinda hot, not gonna lie."

He looked up at Jes, licking his bottom lip slowly. "Go ahead. Try me."

Jes swallowed hard. He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat, just a little jolt that made his breath catch. This guy's gonna give me a heart attack one day, he thought, half amused, half overwhelmed.

Silently, he moved toward the bed, his steps slow and sure. He knelt on the edge of the mattress, then crawled up, fluid and focused, until his body hovered over Bible's, never once breaking eye contact.

"You—" Jes started, voice low and steady.

"Me?" Bible asked, arching a brow, something teasing but curious in his tone.

Jes let out a soft laugh through his nose, shaking his head just slightly. "You're so damn hot," he said, his voice quiet but honest, raw. "I'm honestly just... trying not to lose my mind right now. Half the time I'm pretending like I know what I'm doing."

Bible's expression softened, something flickering in his eyes—surprise, maybe. Or affection.

"You don't have to pretend," Bible said, voice low, trying to sound cooler than he felt. "We just try. If it doesn't work, we stop. No pressure."

He made it sound simple, casual even, but inside, he was a mess. A beautifully chaotic, horny, nervous mess.

Because truth be told? He had tried prepping himself. Alone. Once. Sticking a finger in had already felt like testing fate, and Jes's size? That was a whole other category—hell, a whole other sport. And now, with Jes hovering over him, casually rubbing against him from time to time, Bible could feel everything through the fabric.

It throbbed against him.

"Seriously, how is that even legal?" Bible muttered under his breath, side-eyeing the bulge pressed to his thigh.

Jes grinned like the devil who knew exactly what Bible was talking about.

Bible pulled him down, catching him in a deep kiss that made his head spin instantly. That citrusy, masculine scent? It hit him like a drug every time, clean, warm, addictive. He could seriously kiss Jes all damn day and not get bored.

Jes kissed him back like he meant it, like he needed it, tongues sliding, teasing, tasting. Bible moaned into it, his fingers curling in Jes's shirt as Jes's hand slid under his own. Jes pushed Bible's black shirt up slowly, fingertips skimming warm skin until his palm flattened against his stomach.

Bible nearly lost it right there.

Jes's hand was a little cool. It wandered higher, deliberate and slow, like he was memorizing every inch. When those fingers brushed against his chest—his most sensitive spot—Bible gasped softly, arching up into the touch.

God. When he did it himself, it was fine. Nothing special. But Jes? Jes had hands. Big, careful, sinfully good hands that knew how to make him feel like he was unraveling at the seams.

Jes's fingers grazed over Bible's chest, circling his nipples with a teasing touch before gently tugging on one. Bible's breath hitched—sharp and desperate—and his entire body arched in response, grinding his hard length against Jes's thigh for any friction, any relief.

It was ridiculous how turned on he was. His brain had officially left the building. His body was running on pure instinct.

Driven by need, Bible's hands moved to Jes's waistband, fingers working on the button with shaky urgency. But before he could undo it, Jes caught his wrist—firm, steady, stopping him mid-move.

"This is the line," Jes said lowly, voice husky like it took everything in him to stop. "After this, I'm not holding back."

Bible's heart pounded, heat rushing through his entire body. His eyes met Jes's.

He nodded once. "Then don't."

Hell yeah, he was ready.

At least he thought so...

After all the preparation, the awkward shuffle of grabbing lube, fumbling with the condom, and kicking shirts and pants halfway across the room, they were finally at that point.

The point of no return.

Between the heated make-out sessions and biting kisses, there was also a whole lot of, "Wait, how do we—?" and "Have you done this before?" kind of chaos. It wasn't smooth, it wasn't slick, but it was them, messy, laughing, nervous, turned on as hell.

Eventually, Bible just lay back and spread his legs, completely bare, the last traces of modesty long gone. Jes was just as naked, so what was left to hide?

Bible's gaze flicked up to him while Jes carefully smeared his fingers  with lube. And damn, he had to admit it, Jes looked unfairly good like that. Raw. Focused. Stunning.

Tall frame, solid build, lean muscles flexing under sun-warmed skin. His dark brown hair was a little messy now, falling into his eyes, and his tone, somewhere between honey and hazelnut, reminded Bible of something rich and sinful.

Like if a desert could be a man, Jes would be crème brûlée—sweet, golden, and just waiting to be cracked open.

And Bible was starving.

"Okay, this should work," Jes said, his voice low as he turned back toward Bible.

Bible's legs were already shaking, completely on edge. Jes chuckled quietly, running a steady hand along one trembling thigh, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to his knee, soft and reassuring.

He didn't stop there.

His lips traveled higher, brushing over the skin with slow, deliberate affection. When he reached the tattoo inked into Bible's upper thigh, Jes tilted his head and kissed each letter like it was holy scripture, one by one, until Bible was barely breathing.

And then he paused. Right there, just at the edge of him, lifting his gaze with that damn smug grin. Bible's breath hitched and Jes took his full length into his mouth—slow, steady, confident—and Bible's eyes went wide. Surprise flashed across his face, followed by disbelief, then pure, wrecked pleasure as his head fell back against the pillow.

A soft, broken moan slipped from Bible's lips. "God... this is even better than I imagined," he gasped, his hand threading into Jes's hair, gripping tightly as he guided the rhythm of the thrusts into his mouth.

Jes glanced up at him, utterly fixated. The sight of Bible—flushed, breathless, and messy—only pushed him further. He was obsessed. It was addictive.

"Okay—uh, wait... slower, you—you're gonna make me—" Bible's words tangled into a cry. "Stop—STOOOP!"

But it was too late. His whole body shuddered as he came, deep into Jes's mouth.

"Damn," Bible exhaled, chest heaving. "I told you to stop—shit, spit it out!"

Jes looked up, already swallowing.

"Why did you swallow it?!" Bible asked, wide-eyed, mortified.

Jes wiped his lips with the back of his hand, shrugging casually. "Didn't taste bad. Kind of interesting," he said, like he was commenting on some science experiment. Then he grinned, running a hand through Bible's disheveled hair.

"You did amazing," Jes said, voice low and full of heat. "Now... it's my turn."

Bible's eyes widened. "No—wait, I can't... Not yet. Let me do it for you instead."

"No worries," Jes murmured, voice low and steady. "You'll handle it."

Without waiting for permission, he slicked his fingers again with what was left of Bible's release. Then, without another word, he pressed a finger in.

Bible's voice caught in his throat. The only sound he made was a sharp hiss, his breath ragged as his eyes began to sting with tears.

"See?" Jes said, a flicker of satisfaction in his voice. "You're already hard again."

Bible blinked at him, lips parted, wanting to say something—but Jes didn't give him the chance. Two more fingers slid in, deliberate and deep.

"FUUUCK—!" Bible yelped, his body jolting. "Jes, stop! That feels... so weird!" he cried, overwhelmed.

But Jes wasn't listening. Not fully.

He was lost in it now—entranced by the body trembling beneath him, the way Bible's insides clenched around his fingers. He had imagined this so many times, not gonna lie... but nothing compared to how it actually felt.

The heat. The tightness. The way Bible responded.

Jes swallowed hard, dangerously close to losing control just from the feel of it.

"Okay... that should be enough. Maybe," Jes muttered, pulling his fingers out carefully.

Bible lay beneath him, boneless and dazed, like a ragdoll, his breath shallow, his body trembling.

"Don't pass out on me already," Jes whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Bible's lips, split and bitten from earlier, the faint taste of blood mingling with the salt of sweat. The scent of him, raw, real, made Jes's cock twitch hard.

"Fuck... you taste insane, babe," he groaned as he rolled the condom on with shaking hands.

"Can we—hah—can we pause?" Bible asked, eyes fluttering open, locked onto Jes's length with a mixture of awe and terror.

Jes paused, tilting his head, then gave a small smirk. "Mmm... let me think. No."

And with that, he shifted between Bible's legs, positioning himself with infuriating ease.

"Seriously, Jes," Bible said, voice edging toward panic. "I think it's gonna rip. I really think we should stop here."

Jes leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I told you—I'll go slow. We're not rushing anything."

He positioned himself at the entrance, nudging just slightly. "Just the tip, okay?"

Bible took a shaky breath. "Fine. But if I say stop—you stop."

"I'll stop," Jes promised, his voice steady now. "I promise."

"Why don't I believe—YOUUUU! ACK! Damn it, Jes—OUCH, OUCH, OUCH, STOP!" Bible cried out as Jes began pressing against his entrance.

Jes chuckled, unfazed. "I haven't even gotten the tip in yet. You're so dramatic."

Bible shot him a glare, face flushed and pouty. "Oh really? Are you the one getting speared like it's a damn sword fight?"

Jes leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to those trembling lips. "No," he murmured. "But I will be gentle."

He smiled against Bible's mouth. "So damn cute when you pout like that."

Bible was always stunned by how Jes could make him feel so... soft. Like a girl getting flowers for the first time—blushing, overwhelmed, seen. He hated it. He loved it.

He kissed Jes back, slower this time. "I'll try to relax," he murmured, voice small, but steady. Then he nodded, giving Jes the signal to continue.

Jes kissed him again—tender, reassuring—then slid his hands down to grip Bible's hips, steadying them both.

"Okay... just breathe in," Jes whispered against his lips.

Bible inhaled.

Thrust.

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POV: AuthorTo be continued........