"Cum for me, Felix," Jake growled against his neck, one hand wrapping tight around their joined bodies. "*Now.*"
And with that—rough voice, possessive touch, heat too much to bear—Felix shattered.
"*Ahh!*" he cried out, back arching off the bed as pleasure ripped through him. "*Jake! Ahh!* Yes—*deeper*, please—*cum in me!* I'm yours—I'm *always yours!*"
The moment Felix clenched around him, Jake followed with a deep groan of his own—"Felix!" — spilling hot and heavy as the world fell away.
And after?
Only quiet.
Just breathless whimpers.
Lips pressing soft promises into sweat-damp skin.
"*Mine.*"
"*Always.*"
"*Forever.*"
Because this?
This was more than romance.
It was a bond no script could capture…
…one written in moans,
sealed in love,
and lived—one heartbeat at a time
---
"God… you're gorgeous," Jake murmured, lips soft against Felix's skin as they came down together. "Absolutely goddamn beautiful…"
Felix let out a low, breathless laugh, nuzzling into his shoulder. "You're not too bad yourself, you know," he replied, voice still a bit shaky. "Hell of a performance."
"Is that a compliment?" Jake teased, pressing a light kiss to Felix's hair.
"Take it however you want," Felix hummed in reply, already half asleep in Jake's arms.
Jake let out a soft laugh, holding Felix close as he felt the smaller man start to doze off. "You're not gonna make it through the night, babe," he murmured, brushing a gentle hand through Felix's hair. "Gonna fall asleep on me, huh?"
"Mmm." Felix snuggled a little closer, his eyes already closing. "Just… five more minutes…"
"You're such a little liar," Jake said softly, fondness clear in his voice. "Five minutes my ass. You'll be out in five seconds."
Felix made a half-hearted attempt at offense, but couldn't quite manage it. "Am not…" he grumbled instead, burying his face against Jake's neck.
"Uh-huh," Jake teased, holding him a little tighter. "Prove it, then… keep your eyes open for another five minutes."
"Nnngh…" Felix buried his face deeper, stubbornly refusing to open his eyes. "Don't wanna…"
Jake let out a fond huff. "Don't be a brat," he murmured, fingers tracing little circles along Felix's spine. "Five minutes, angel. Just keep those eyes open for me, yeah?"
Felix cracked one eye open, giving him the most pitifully sleepy pout. "You're cruel," he whispered, voice already slurring. "So mean to your poor Omega…"
Jake chuckled low—deep and warm against his skin. "Yeah? But you love me anyway."
One eye fluttered shut again.
The other followed soon after.
Within seconds, soft breaths replaced words.
Jake smiled into the quiet dark.
"Love you too, little troublemaker," he murmured—pressing a kiss to Felix's forehead as he pulled the blanket over them both.
And for tonight?
That was enough
---
Next day at school.
The classroom door creaked open, and Mr. Alden stepped in with his usual calm. "Good morning, everyone," he said, adjusting his glasses. "We have a new transfer student joining us today."
Felix froze mid-sip of coffee.
Then the door opened wider—and *he* walked in.
Mika.
Dressed in a crisp school uniform that looked just a little too tailored, sliver hair perfectly styled, lips curled into something between amusement and challenge as his gaze swept the room…
…until it landed on Felix.
"Class," Mr. Alden continued, oblivious to the sudden tension crackling through the air, "this is Mika. He a transferred student from Angel High Academy just yesterday."
Felix's hands tightened around his cup—knuckles white.
*Mika? Here?*
And then Mika smiled—slow and knowing—as if he'd planned every second of this…
"Hey," he said softly—voice smooth as silk—and looked directly at Felix:
"Roommates again?"
Felix felt a wave of discomfort run through him as Mika settled into the desk next to him, but he pushed it aside, forcing a polite smile. "I guess so," he said.
Mika leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Felix's. "You seem... different," he murmured, studying him like a puzzle. "Not as nervous as before."
Felix clenched his jaw, refusing to let his voice waver. "I've been learning how to handle myself," he said firmly. "I don't get intimidated easily anymore."
Mika chuckled, crossing his arms. "Is that so?" he mused, clearly enjoying this little game. "You've grown a bit of a backbone, I see. Good for you."
Felix bristled at the condescending tone, but bit back the sharp reply that threatened to come out. *Don't let him get under your skin,* he repeated to himself. *Not this time.*
Mika leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper—just for Felix's ears.
"You know," he said, smirk glinting, "I still remember the way Jake looked at me during that shoot… before *you* showed up."
Felix's breath caught. His fingers curled into his palms.
"I bet you do," he shot back, forcing his voice steady—calm. "Too bad it was all fake. He doesn't even *remember* your name."
Mika laughed—a light, dangerous sound—and sat back.
"Maybe not," he admitted smoothly. "But I made him *feel*, little Omega." His eyes narrowed just slightly. "*Something you might want to worry about.*"
Felix's eyes narrowed. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he challenged, refusing to be cowed.
Mika shrugged, a lazy, careless gesture. "Oh, nothing much," he said, tone dismissive. "Just that when you spend so long pretending to feel something… well. It can get *addictive*."
Felix scoffed, but a pang of worry ran through him. "You're saying Jake got addicted to a lie?" he demanded. "That's ridiculous."
Mika chuckled again, shaking his head. "You're so naive," he said softly, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice. "You really think the way Jake looked at me during that shoot—with all the *heat* and *desire*—was all pretending?"
Felix felt a lump form in his throat, his stomach twisting anxiously. "He loves me," he said through clenched teeth. "He made that *clear*. Even if he felt something for you during that shoot—it was nothing compared to what he feels for me."
Mika leaned forward, his eyes locking with Felix's like a predator. "Oh really?" he purred, a predatory smile slowly spreading across his face. "You're *sure* he feels more for you? Because I think... deep down, he wants what we had."
Felix's heart thumped against his chest, his gut twisting painfully. "You don't know him as well as I do," he said firmly. "You don't know what we have."
Mika quirked an eyebrow, his expression turning to something almost pitying. "You're kidding yourself," he said bluntly—no longer playful. "You really think he's content with a prude little Omega like you?"
Felix gripped the edge of his desk, his hands shaking ever-so-slightly. "What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "You think I'm not good enough for him?"
"It's just a fact," Mika said with a careless shrug. "You're too... innocent. Too *proper*. You'll always hold yourself back for the sake of appearing polite and sweet, and he's going to get tired of it."
The words stung, hitting Felix at a vulnerable spot. He knew he tended to hold back out of fear and self-consciousness, and it was something that had always bothered him about himself. But to hear Mika point it out so bluntly, with that condescending tone...
...it made his chest tighten like a fist.
"You don't know *anything* about us," Felix whispered, voice low—shaky but defiant. "Yeah, I'm not perfect. Yeah, sometimes I overthink… or hold back…" He swallowed hard. "But Jake doesn't want someone reckless just to feel *excited*. He wants someone who *loves* him. Fully. Honestly."
Mika smirked—but it didn't reach his eyes this time.
"Love fades," he said simply. "Desire? That lingers."
The bell rang then—sharp and sudden—cutting the tension like a knife.
Felix stood slowly, gripping his bag with white-knuckled hands.
"Then it's a good thing Jake's already chosen," he said softly… and walked away without looking back
Because no matter what Mika said…
He knew one truth:
Jake wasn't just drawn by heat or lust.
He was home because of *him*.
And that?
No fake performance could ever steal that away
---
Mika watched Felix walk away, a frustrated frown creasing his forehead. He'd been certain he could get under Felix's skin, get into his head… but somehow, the Omega had held his ground. His determination, his resolve, had caught Mika off guard.
*He's stronger than I thought,* he mused, watching Felix settle into his chair. *Or… maybe he just really does trust his relationship.*
A part of him wanted to tear that certainty away, to prove once and for all that Jake was just using Felix.
But another part of him—a small, quiet part that he rarely indulged—begged him not to. Not to stir the pot, not to tear apart something so fiercely guarded. Because…
…he could see the love in Felix's eyes.
A love that only came from trust. A love that couldn't be faked, not even in performance.
The realization made something twist in his chest, deep and aching. But he pushed it away, locking it back into the box he kept his emotions in.
Mika leaned back in his chair, letting out a small sigh. He knew he couldn't keep messing with Felix and his relationship. Not just because it was pointless, but because...
…part of him couldn't stomach the thought of ruining something so rare. Of ripping apart something so *pure*. Because as much as he'd like to deny it, he knew too damn well how rare that kind of connection was. How easy it was to lose.
And as much as he hated to admit it... he didn't want to help Felix lose it.
But still, that small, quiet part of him—the part he so often ignored—wanted him to try anyway. To try and destroy that bond, try and break Felix down, try and take Jake for himself. He knew it was selfish, knew it was cruel, but that didn't stop the desire.
*Maybe…* an insidious whisper in his mind, seductive and dark. *Maybe just a little push wouldn't hurt.*