isak’s heart definitely jumped into his throat when even’s hand caught his— had he fucked up? had even not wanted to be touched?? but those worries went away within the next second, because suddenly their fingers were intertwined like vines in the amazon rain forest. and soft, — no, hungry eyes were watching him like he was the last human being in oslo. or the last person who mattered on earth. ocean eyes were suddenly midnight blue, a glint of something sinister— mischevious but very, very inviting. full of want, lust, and desire. isak was damn sure he would forever be a shade of pink, or closer to red.
they both knew exactly what he was doing.
isak felt like there wasn’t room to breathe. too many emotions, too many physical contacts being made— first, a gentle tug on his curls that made his breathing hitch into his throat, then a thumb of soft pressure, grazing his upper lip with a look that could seriously kill— and then,
even’s hot breath was mixed with isak’s and he was sure his eyes were already blown. he couldn’t even begin to describe what this shit was doing to his body right now. wonders. for sure, wonders. indescribable light shows in his stomach, there was a particular chill that had paced up and down his back for probably the fifth time, and a shudder that made his teeth chatter for half a second. isak didn’t know where to look.
even’s midnight colored eyes or his plump pink lips that were whispering words that felt like isak had just downed the hottest cup of coffee— one that made his body filthy warm and his tongue burnt. then, as if this moment could be anymore drenched in lust, even was encircling him. long arms folded like a box around him, nowhere to move— nowhere to run, (as if he wanted too).
isak released a shuddered breath, full of sickeningly sweet hysteria and acquired lust for the boy above him.
then, even’s lips were on his, a slow and long drawl of pressure on pressure— but then it was gone, and yet before he could even pout or protest, even’s tongue had found itself attached to isak’s neck and isak could not stop the purr that escaped his own fucking lips. “jesus fuck,” isak breathed, face beyond a normal body temperature— he was already fucking sweating. his curls were glued to his forehead and his breathing had already become eradic. “so not only did you leave me in my own despair,” isak breathed, trying to regain his composure and not look like an absolute wreck, “but now you’re teasing me in such a cruel way, i’m truly astonished by your power even bech næsheim,” isak whined, disentangling his fingers from even’s hand and instantly reaching both hands into even’s locks.
two could definitely play at that game.
once his fingers grasped the soft hair that seriously felt like individual pillows, isak tugged the other down with a quick force. simultaneously, his legs wrapped around even’s waist and suddenly he was hanging on the boy like a monkey on a tree branch.
“now shut up and kiss me like you’ve missed me,”
and just like that— without another ounce of convincing, their lips attached in a hot, hungry, and desperate kiss that felt like ice on a frozen lake had cracked and revealed the prettiest and bluest lake the world had ever seen. isak’s hands had tightened on even’s hair and hearing him moan was almost enough to send isak over the fucking edge. they were both already out of breath— their passionate and heated kiss already becoming sloppy and less put together. but fuck if it mattered. isak was on a whole other universe. another fucking level.
he tightened his grip on even’s waist by crossing his ankles and like clockwork, isak was grinding his hips upwards, desperately wanting another forceful— yet tender reaction from even.
tongues invaded mouths, teeth invaded lips, and isak was a sucker for this shit. he was sure his lips would be plump and bruised by the morning, and to say absoluely nothing about the shape of his poor neck— isak was ready to be marked and obliterated by the end of the night.
he had no idea how far this was going to go, but judging by the size of their pants right now, he was sure something extravagant would be happening real soon and isak was beyond ready for his world to be rocked.
was this wanting or needing? craving, yearning, exquisite desire. it couldn’t be placed by a love drunk brain. too much stimuli clouding logical judgement. you could tack any definition you wanted to this whole transaction—— but, at this point, it wasn’t anything more than primal.
even was silently cursing the fact that they were both wearing any garments at all. as if it were the most absurd thing he’d ever encountered. pants?? who the fuck wears PANTS??
and when isak spoke, it was as if they shared a private vernacular. like if there happened to be a spectator in the room, they would never be able to decipher the throaty language. hell, even even’s bleary mind was having trouble grasping the words. but actions spoke louder, right?
fingers knit strands of hair, legs sewn lowly on hips.
yes, this was exactly how he wanted to die.
lay me to rest because i have experienced true bliss.
“now shut up and kiss me like you’ve missed me,”
fuck. a tremor. straight to the crotch. the demand didn’t require any verbal rivalry, so instead even used his lips for something much more important.
the kiss was urgent and unchoreographed. something like abstract art. no intent, or curriculum. rather, it was wild and hysteric. isak’s grip around even’s center had tightened—– hips keening upwards, begging for some semblance of relief.
a torturous dichotomy had presented itself in even’s head, it went something like this:
1. he really wanted to keep making out with isak
2. he really wanted to get him out of this damn shirt
sacrifices would have to be made. the kiss was fragmented, which left even staring down at isak with hooded eyes. isak was framed by his pillow, pink and panting. his lips were slack and had pointed themselves into a pout. even’s hands immediately grabbed for the hem of his own shirt first—- pulling it over his head in one abrupt tug. isak’s was removed next, albeit a bit clumsily.
halfway naked. even sat atop, bare and lanky. isak, saddled beneath, was shorter in frame but broader, and with more muscle tone.
it didn’t take long for even to swoop down, furnishing isak’s chest with wet kisses—- featuring the tease of a roaming tongue, of course. after five kisses and two gasping breaths from the younger, even had crawled his way back up to isak’s ear, .
“you can be quiet for me, right?” his words were hushed and scathing, spoken against isak’s earlobe. sure, they were in the midst of a very, ahem, gratifying situation—- but roommates still existed. even was sure that any promise isak managed to croak was hardly admissible. but, hey, can’t say he didn’t try.
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