Endless Crush

Aden and Jordan Jaric lock eyes across the room, the air thick with months of pent-up longing. They close the distance slowly, hands tracing familiar paths over shirts and skin, breaths mingling in soft, deliberate kisses that build like a gathering storm. Lips part. Tongues tease. Fingers undo buttons with measured intent, revealing the heat beneath. Then passion surges, wild and unbridled. They crash together, bodies slamming in fervent rhythm—Aden pinning Jordan against the wall, Jordan's nails raking down Aden's back. Hips grind. Moans escape in ragged bursts. They take turns dominating, flipping positions with urgent grace, each thrust a declaration of need too long denied. Sweat slicks their skin; the room echoes with their shared frenzy. Climax hits like thunder. Aden erupts first, spilling in a hot, explosive rush deep inside Jordan. Jordan follows seconds later, his own release bursting forth in powerful jets, painting them both in the sticky evidence of their reunion's fire.