The wind was sharp on the rooftop, brushing over their heated skin like a cruel tease. No one ever came up here, at least, not during class hours. The only barrier between them and the entire student body was a narrow metal railing and the gamble that no one would think to look up.
Jonas had barely opened the door when Rafael had shoved him against the wall, lips crashing into his like a storm unbottled. There was no time for resistance. No room for hesitation.
Clothes were pushed aside, breath stolen, hearts racing in sync with the wind.
Jonas gripped the railing, knuckles white, back arched, eyes clenched shut. "R-Rafael," he gasped, voice a whisper swallowed by the wind. "Here? Are you insane?"
Rafael's voice was low, rough with hunger. "I warned you, didn't I? The moment you whispered my name last night, you gave yourself to me. And now, you're mine."
With a firm grip on Jonas's hips, he drove in deep, drawing a strangled moan from the man before him. Jonas bit his lip hard to keep the sound down, his entire body shuddering under the assault.
"Don't hold back, love," Rafael whispered against Jonas's ear. "Let them hear. Let them know who you belong to."
Jonas turned his head slightly, breath caught, eyes glazed. "I-I can't... Someone might see us."
"Exactly."
Rafael thrust harder, savoring every twitch of Jonas's body, every helpless whimper. Jonas could feel it building again, a wave of heat coiling in his stomach. Each movement pushed him closer to that dangerous edge, not just of climax, but of sanity.
He moaned Rafael's name, barely audible, but it was enough.
Rafael grinned, pressing his lips to Jonas's nape. "Say it again. Louder. Let the wind carry it."
"Lars..." Jonas gasped. "I-I mean----Rafael!"
Rafael laughed darkly, amused by the slip. He didn't stop. If anything, it excited him more. He pushed deeper, harder, hips meeting Jonas's with rhythmic urgency.
Down below, footsteps echoed faintly. Conversations drifted up, clueless, blissfully unaware of the act happening just above their heads.
Jonas could barely think. His legs trembled, his voice choked as he clung to the metal, warmth spilling down his thighs, wind licking over every exposed inch. And Rafael, oh Rafael, he wasn't done.
He flipped Jonas around, pulling him into another kiss, tongues colliding, fingers digging into skin. "One more," he whispered. "You can take it."
Jonas, dizzy, breathless, nodded. "Make me yours again."
And Rafael did.
The rooftop bore witness to every cry muffled against the other's mouth, every desperate grind, every feverish kiss that tasted of obsession and addiction. They didn't stop until both were breathless, collapsed against the warm concrete, limbs tangled, hearts slamming against their ribs.
Jonas rested his head on Rafael's chest, listening to the hammering thud of his heart. "You're insane."
Rafael smirked. "And you're mine."
He kissed Jonas's temple, possessive and tender, as if sealing a vow with every beat between them.
The bell rang below, signaling the end of class.
And still, they didn't move.
The rooftop had become their altar, and their obsession, the fire that kept it sacred.
The cold night air curled around the rooftop like a phantom, brushing heated skin with the chill of exposure. A dangerous place to indulge in sin, but for Jonas and Rafael, danger only fueled the burn.
Jonas's knees kissed concrete, reddened from rough friction, but he didn't care. He never looked away from Rafael. Not when he pressed kisses along Rafael's thigh, not when he mouthed over the trail of skin he'd marked hours ago. Rafael leaned back against the brick wall, shirt unbuttoned and eyes half-lidded, watching the one person he could no longer resist.
Rafael's voice was a rumble. "You know someone could look up and see us."
Jonas smirked, lips trailing lower. "Let them. I want them to know who you belong to."
Rafael's fingers knotted in his hair, hips jerking slightly. "Bold words for someone on their knees."
Jonas looked up through his lashes. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
A growl, guttural and low, and Rafael pulled him deeper. There were no soft moans now, just muffled gags, the slap of skin, the slick noise of obsession turned physical. And above it all, the danger. One wrong move, one curious glance upward from the campus grounds, and they'd be exposed in the most intimate way.
But Jonas didn't flinch. He took it all. Again. And again. Until Rafael twitched, cursed, and spilled everything he had into Jonas's throat.
Jonas pulled back slowly, chest rising and falling. He swallowed, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gazed up with the heat of a man completely consumed.
"I told you," Jonas whispered hoarsely, "I'm yours."
Rafael didn't hesitate. He yanked Jonas to his feet, wrapped an arm around his waist, and kissed him so hard it left them both breathless. There was no hiding now. If anyone saw them, so be it. The world could burn for all they cared.
Across the rooftop gap, hidden in the shadows, Caleb stood perfectly still. His camera lens tracked every moment.
Click. Jonas on his knees. Click. Rafael's fingers clenched in his hair. Click. Jonas licking his lips, his voice whispering something filthy and worshipful.
Caleb swallowed hard, the camera almost slipping from his sweaty palm. His other hand was buried in the waistband of his pants, pumping slowly in time with what he watched. Each breath came sharp. Desperate.
He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't. But he couldn't stop.
Not when Jonas looked like that. Possessed. Owned. Glowing.
Caleb's hips bucked into his hand as Jonas whispered something again, words the wind barely carried. But he didn't need to hear. The visuals were enough.
Click. Jonas cleaning up. Proud. No shame. Just love... obsession.
Caleb bit his lip until it bled.
"Damn... Jonas," he muttered, voice cracking.
And then, as Rafael kissed Jonas like he'd never let him go, Caleb's heart twisted in ways it shouldn't. He wiped his release onto the inside of his jacket, panting, watching the final act of a show meant only for two.
Click. One last shot.
He zoomed in on Jonas's face.
Not Rafael's.
Jonas.
His thumb hovered over the image. He traced the cheek. The lips. The jaw.
"Not yet," Caleb whispered with the intensity of a promise. "But you will be."
The camera powered down.
The rooftop light flickered above.
And in the darkness, a new obsession sparked.