Fractured Desires
Marcos thrusted into Jael with a powerful, relentless rhythm, each strike met by Jael's desperate, echoing moans. Pinned firmly between the cold surface of the wall and the sheer weight of Marcos' strength, Jael wrapped his legs tightly around Marcos' waist, pulling him even closer.
Marcos captured his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, trapping Jael's muffled screams and gasps as he continued to drive deep. The rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room.
Marcos groaned at the delicious sensation, his entire length coated in Jael's heat as he shifted between slow, agonizing pulses and hard, rapid strikes. He loved the way Jael's voice broke every time he hit that perfect, sensitive spot. He could feel Jael tightening around him, pulsing on the verge of a climax, and Marcos let out a low, guttural growl as he prepared to release inside him. He was so close—almost there—
Beep—beep—beep.
The sound of his alarm sliced through the air. Marcos jolted awake, the heat of the moment evaporating instantly. With a frustrated groan, he grabbed the clock and hurled it across the room, watching it smash against the wall in a spray of plastic and springs.
Of all the moments for that stupid alarm to make its presence known, it had to be then.
Marcos ran a hand through his hair, breathless and filled with the bitter regret of an unfinished dream. He had been in love with Jael—his friend and a Beta—for years, and the reality of their friendship felt much colder than the dream he'd just left behind.
Marcos stood there for a moment, chest heaving, looking down at the heavy tent his frustration had pitched in his sheets. That dream hadn't just been vivid; it had felt like he could actually taste the salt on Jael's skin. It was the closest he'd ever gotten to a finish before reality crashed back in.
He stumbled into the bathroom, the tiles biting cold against his bare feet. He wrenched the handle, and a spray of freezing water exploded over him, but even the icy shock couldn't kill the heat in his veins.
With a low growl, Marcos braced one hand against the tiled wall and wrapped the other firmly around his aching length. He closed his eyes, desperately trying to summon back the image of Jael pinned against the wall, those legs locked around his waist.
His hand began to move in a punishing, rapid rhythm. Every slick slide of his palm felt like a ghost of the sensation from his dream. His breath hitched, coming in ragged gasps that echoed off the wet porcelain. He wasn't just chasing a release; he was chasing the memory of Jael's moans. His movements grew frantic and heavy, his knuckles white as he pumped faster, his mind looping that specific moment where Jael had tightened around him.
The tension in his gut coiled tighter and tighter until, with a final, guttural shout that was drowned out by the roar of the shower, he finally hit the peak. His body shuddered under the spray, the intense release leaving him leaning heavily against the wall as the last traces of the dream swirled down the drain with the cold water.
He stood there for a long time, water streaming over his face, feeling the familiar ache of a secret that was becoming harder to keep every single day.
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