Spicy Interlude – Mature Content Below
The rain had stopped, but the world still felt soaked in silver.
Inside the studio, it was just the two of them.
Ayden's breath was shallow. His fingers curled in Luca's hoodie. Their kiss had ended—but neither moved away.
"Ayden…" Luca whispered, voice rough like velvet over flame.
Ayden looked up at him, pupils blown wide. He wasn't shaking this time. He wasn't running.
"I don't want to think anymore," he murmured.
"You sure?"
Ayden nodded once. "I want you."
Luca didn't need to be told twice.
Their mouths crashed again. Luca lifted him by the waist, spinning him into the wall between two mannequins. Ayden gasped into his mouth, letting his legs wrap around Luca's hips instinctively. The kiss deepened—wet, hot, hungry.
Hands roamed. Clothes were tugged away piece by piece—hoodie, shirt, Ayden's black turtleneck, gone in seconds. Ayden's skin was pale and smooth under the studio lights, flushed where Luca's mouth had already explored.
"God, you're beautiful," Luca whispered against his collarbone, trailing kisses downward.
Ayden whimpered, fingers sinking into Luca's curls. "Don't stop."
"Never," Luca growled, pushing up Ayden's shirt further as his mouth traveled lower. "Not tonight."
He dropped to his knees.
And Ayden forgot how to breathe.
They didn't make it to a bed.
The floor was littered with fabric swatches, zippers, tape measures. Luca laid Ayden down over yards of velvet, kissed every inch of him like he was something sacred.
Ayden, always in control, always cold and composed—was now writhing under him, arching into every touch, gasping into every kiss. His hands clutched Luca like he might float away.
"Touch me," Ayden whispered. "Please."
And Luca did.
Slow at first. Reverent. Then harder, faster, when Ayden's walls completely broke and he moaned without shame. Their bodies moved together like they'd been sewn from the same cloth. Slick skin. Sharp breaths. Heat building, blinding.
When they finally fell apart in each other's arms, tangled in velvet and sweat and unspoken things, Ayden clung to him.
"I've never…" he whispered.
Luca kissed his forehead. "I know."
They lay there, chest to chest. Breathing. Safe.
Ayden didn't speak again for a long time.
But when he finally did, his voice was the softest Luca had ever heard.
"Stay."
Luca smiled and pulled him closer.
"I'm not going anywhere."