Noah's private quarters looked like a battlefield.
The large reinforced bed was a wreck — sheets torn and soaked with sweat, cum, and spit, pillows thrown across the room, one blanket half-hanging off the edge.
A lamp had been knocked over during one of their earlier frenzied shifts, casting shadows across the concrete walls.
Clothes lay shredded on the floor. The air was thick with the heavy scent of sex, sweat, and the fading traces of that cursed aphrodisiac.
Ty was on all fours near the center of the bed, face pressed into the ruined sheets, ass up as Noah pounded into him from behind with unrelenting force.
Deep, brutal, animalistic thrusts that made Ty's entire body jolt forward with every impact.
Noah's hips slammed against Ty's ass with wet, loud slaps. His thick cock drove in to the hilt on every stroke, stretching Ty open and dragging against his oversensitive prostate.
Noah's hands gripped Ty's hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him back onto his cock with every thrust.
"Fuck—still alive down there?" Noah growled, voice rough but clearer now.
The black veins had almost completely vanished from his torso and neck. His skin looked smoother, more human. The jagged scars remained, but they no longer shimmered with unnatural spikes.
His eyes had returned to a warm, stormy hazel with only faint flecks. He looked like the Noah Ty remembered.
Ty could barely hold himself up. His arms trembled, elbows buckling. His cock hung heavy and spent between his legs, dripping weakly onto the sheets.
The aphrodisiac had finally begun to fade, but his body was wrecked—oversensitive, exhausted, legs completely numb.
"I think… I'm okay now," Ty slurred, voice hoarse and broken. "You can… stop. Please… can't feel my legs…"
Noah's response was a low, dark chuckle. He didn't slow down. If anything, his pace became even more punishing, hips snapping forward harder, driving his thick cock impossibly deep.
"Yeah? That's good," Noah rasped, leaning over Ty's back, chest pressed flush against him. "The drug's wearing off. Now we can fuck properly. No more excuses. Just you taking my cock because you need it."
He grabbed Ty's hair, yanking his head back sharply as he continued railing him.
The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room alongside Ty's broken moans and Noah's heavy breathing.
Ty's eyes rolled back. "Ahh—fuck—too much—"
Noah suddenly pulled out, leaving Ty's hole gaping and clenching around nothing. Before Ty could catch his breath, Noah manhandled him onto his back and folded him in half.
He pushed Ty's legs up and over his own shoulders until Ty was bent nearly double, knees near his ears, ass tilted up obscenely.
Noah stood on the bed, feet planted on either side of Ty's body, towering over him.
He lined up and slammed back inside in one brutal downward thrust.
Ty's mouth fell open in a silent scream. The new angle was devastating—Noah's thick cock speared straight into his prostate with every powerful plunge.
Noah used his full body weight, driving down into Ty like he was trying to fuck him through the mattress.
"Take it," Noah growled, eyes locked on Ty's face. "Look at you. Folded up like this." He pounded harder, the bed creaking dangerously beneath them.
"So fucking deep. Can you feel me in your guts?"
Ty could only moan helplessly, tears streaming down his face.
His cock twitched weakly against his abs, completely spent but still leaking. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost close to the burning sensation of pain. His body shook with every brutal thrust.
After several long minutes of this punishing position, Noah pulled out again and flipped Ty onto his back in a more traditional missionary.
He settled between Ty's spread thighs, pushing back inside slowly this time, savoring the tight heat.
Noah leaned down, biting hard into the side of Ty's neck, then moving up to nip at his ear.
His tongue traced the faded scar that ran from the corner of Ty's left eye down across his cheekbone—the old wound that had nearly blinded him years ago when a desperate group had tried to kill him for food after starving for days.
Ty shuddered. "Oh god… stop, please…"
Noah licked the scar slowly, almost gently, hips still moving in deep, steady strokes.
"This scar… where did you get it? It looks so beautiful on your face... yet so deadly." His voice was rough with lust and something deeper. "No worries, you won't have scars like that again."
He kept fucking Ty in missionary, deep and possessive, while kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach.
Ty was completely out of it now—eyes half-lidded, mouth open in constant moans, body limp and loose.
Noah finally slowed.
He pulled out and repositioned them on their sides.
He spooned Ty from behind, lifting one of Ty's legs up and hooking it over his own thigh.
He pushed back inside slowly, grinding deep in this intimate position.
"That's it," Noah murmured against the back of Ty's neck, voice calm and peaceful. "Just feel me."
His hips rolled in slow, deep thrusts. The frantic animalistic pace had eased into something more controlled, but still overwhelmingly intense.
Noah's hand stroked Ty's spent cock lazily while he fucked him, kissing the bite marks and scars on his neck and shoulder.
For the first time in years, Noah felt truly at peace.
The constant pain and rage from the mutation were gone. No black veins. No burning in his veins. Just warm, perfect heat wrapped around his cock and Ty's exhausted body trembling against him.
Ty moaned softly, barely conscious. "Noah… too much… can't…"
"Shh," Noah whispered, licking the scar near his eye again. "I've got you. Just let me feel you."
He continued the slow, deep spooning fuck, savoring every clench of Ty's hole around him, every broken moan, every tremor in Ty's body.