His heart pounded hard in his chest, and his mouth was completely dry. He'd changed clothes with other people throughout his life; seeing someone without clothes meant nothing. So why did he feel so nervous? Why was he so embarrassed? As he tried to calm his nerves, he rubbed his sweaty palms against his thighs.
Have I become stupid? He severely reprimanded himself.
"We should treat your wounds." Luc entered the room again, now wearing gray pajama pants and a white t-shirt. The pants were a bit short, and the t-shirt was slightly tight; it definitely wasn't his clothing.
"I can do it myself. I don't want you to try anything weird," he retorted grumpily.
"Always so aggressive, snack." His blue eyes sparkled. Noah couldn't help but look at him longer than necessary.
"You can help me a little, bu-but I'll do it myself." Again, he was embarrassed and nervous.
"Whatever you command," he added with a smile. "Take off your shirt; we need to treat your arms."
"You must be really enjoying this, you bastard." Noah's face was a mess of emotions.
"Definitely. I'm enjoying the view," his tone was playful.
"You're a disgusting pervert!" he grumbled as he took off his shirt.
His arms were covered in bruises, as was his chest. Noah had the body of someone who exercised regularly; he wasn't a weakling, though all those scrapes and bruises seemed to indicate otherwise.
"Even covered in bruises, you're beautiful."
"Can you stop saying disgusting things?" he shrieked.
"I'm just telling the truth. I could eat you..." His voice had a serious tone; his eyes were a deep blue.
"You're totally crazy."
Slowly, Luc treated the wounds on his arms, then his back, and finally his hands. When it was time to treat the wounds on his legs, Noah had surpassed all levels of embarrassment. As Luc treated his wounds, Noah couldn't stop thinking that he had definitively and irreversibly gone crazy. He was almost naked, willingly, in front of this man who had strange intentions with him. With each passing second, it became harder to breathe. Luc's touch made his skin tingle, and little by little, his breathing grew heavier, and his lower region slowly swelled, so much so that it felt throbbing. Who was the real pervert? He couldn't stop thinking about how Luc's lips would feel if he kissed them.
Noah, have you gone completely insane? he thought, trying to control his improper thoughts.
Luc was treating a wound on Noah's ankle but suddenly looked up to meet Noah's desirous gaze.
"Are you feeling it too, snack?" His voice was hoarse, and his breathing was a little ragged.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.
"I can see how you feel, snack," he replied, pointing to Noah's obvious erection.
"I think you should leave now..." His mouth said for him to go, but his lustful gaze invited him closer.
"You're driving me completely crazy," he said, grabbing Noah's ankle and showering it with kisses, moving up to the inside of his thigh.
"Ugh!" Noah couldn't help but groan. The touch of Luc's lips made his skin tingle and his lower region harden even more.
"I can't resist you. You drive me wild," his voice was like someone confessing their sins.
Tenderly, he continued kissing his thigh. His lips were soft, and each kiss made Noah's heart race. His entire body reacted to him like never before; he felt like he could go crazy at any moment. For a moment, their eyes met. Without noticing, Noah's brown eyes welled up with tears; he felt frustrated and desirous.
"Please," he pleaded.
"If you look at me like that, I won't be able to control myself," he added. "I'll make you feel good." His breathing was slow and deep.
Luc slowly stood up and climbed onto Noah, who instinctively opened his legs to receive him. His body acted on its own; he felt desirous and lustful. Luc looked at his face for a few seconds, and as if hesitating, he looked at Noah's pink-tinged lips that slowly opened and closed due to his hurried breathing. He leaned in and slowly kissed his lips, making Noah's entire body tremble. How could a simple kiss bring him so much pleasure? He would lose his mind at any moment. Luc kissed him tenderly; his lips felt soft and skilled against his own. For a few minutes, they just kissed, slowly brushing their lips. Noah felt like he would explode into a thousand pieces. He could feel Luc's body on him, his scent and his warmth. Unwillingly, he had lost his will. When it came to Luc, he forgot who he was and surrendered to his deepest carnal desires. His mind wasn't working properly; he could only think of giving his body to him. He wanted to feel Luc's lips and teeth devouring his skin until there was nothing left of him.
As desire increased between them, their lips joined with urgency. Their tongues intertwined in a desirous and desperate kiss; the sound of their lips and breaths filled the entire room. Luc delicately held Noah's face as he devoured his lips. Noah could only cling tightly to Luc's shoulders like someone afraid of falling off a cliff. Instinctively, his legs had tangled around Luc, and his throbbing abdomen twisted, trying to find relief.