Unlike the last time they kissed, there is no hesitation. Atlas is immediately responsive, most likely because he fully expected it. Salem's been staring at his mouth for the past five minutes, it was only a matter of time.

It's not very gentle, which is pretty typical. There's so much force that it pushes Salem's head back against the wall, and he gasps. He can't help but to wrap his legs tighter around Atlas, accidentally putting more pressure on his lower half. His hand tightens in Atlas' hair at the unexpected pleasure.

Salem isn't even surprised. Disappointed in himself? Maybe. However, he was well aware of the risk involved with sharing a living situation with this guy. He just doesn't have the self control, Atlas is way too perfect to him. Too perfect for him.

Salem feels intoxicated, though it's not unwelcome. He's craved this guy for far too long, so he might as well let himself enjoy it. He can deal with the consequences later. He and Atlas part for air, but just end up diving right back in. Salem's shaking, trembling with desire and want and overwhelming attraction. He can't even deny it to himself anymore.

Atlas may do a lot of bad things, but that does not change the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous. Salem didn't even know he could be this attracted to somebody. Atlas ticks all the boxes, he's just so... Salem's type, it's almost laughable.

Salem doesn't know how long this lasts, but he does know that Atlas' tongue ends up in his mouth at some point, an action that is not unwelcome in the slightest. Salem's making embarrassing noises, and Atlas clearly finds joy in it. He realizes that this guy may have been right.

Nothing's changed.

By the time they part again, Salem is panting and flushed and far too warm. He's trying to get his wits about him, to no avail. He just can't fucking think, though that's probably for the best. All he wants is more and more and more. He's craved this for far too long, and his self control has always been pretty lacking, anyway.

Just because they separate, does not mean that Atlas is done with him. Nope, that action was purely to get some air in his lungs. Salem knows this, because as soon as he does so, he's going back in for more. Except, he's not kissing Salem's mouth this time. Atlas is showing absolutely no fucking mercy, something that's made clear when Salem feels his mouth against his neck.

Uh oh. If Salem wasn't a goner before, he definitely is now. It's so unfair how well Atlas knows his body. He knows how to melt Salem down, reduce him into a puddle of desire and want. Salem's neck is very sensitive, it's his number one weak spot. Clearly Atlas has not forgotten this.

Atlas tangles his hand in Salem's hair, pulling it back so he has better access. Salem lets him, mind clouded with lust. All Salem can do is fucking take it, something he's not exactly proud of. He's grasping onto Atlas' shirt and jacket like a life line, eyes lidded and eyelashes fluttering in pleasure.

That's when, through the fuzz of his mind, Salem hears a noise.

Atlas either doesn't care or doesn't hear it, but Salem's eyes immediately shoot open. He lifts his head slightly to look around, and catches sight of Ruby. All of her homework is off the coffee table, and she appears to be making her escape. Back turned, Salem catches her right as she exits the room, folders and binders clutched in her arms.

Uh oh.

This snaps Salem out of it. He starts tugging at Atlas' hair until the guy pulls away, giving him an expectant look.

"Sh-She saw us." Salem stammers, cheeks flushed and panting. Atlas appears to take a moment to appreciate the mess he's made of Salem, before the words catch up with him. He frowns a bit.

"Who? Ruby?"

Salem nods, even though it should be obvious. Atlas doesn't appear to see the problem, brows furrowing a bit in confusion. He has to understand why getting caught doing this is very bad, right?

Salem decides to elaborate, once he realizes that Atlas will not figure out the problem on his own. "So s-someone else knows. If—If she tells anyone, I'll lose my job."

This doesn't work. Atlas still doesn't understand. "Who would she tell?"

Salem is still recovering, leaned back and resting his head against the wall, attempting to catch his breath. He's still trying to get his wits about him, still trying to remember how to function and hold a conversation. He's surprised he was able to find the strength to interrupt this to begin with. Atlas is really enjoying the state he's put Salem in, if the cocky expression on his face is anything to go by.

"I-I don't know. Zona, her friends... Natalia and the twins." Salem names off a few. Atlas still doesn't seem to see the problem, and if Salem wasn't so turned on he'd probably find it annoying.

Atlas is unimpressed. Does he really not see the urgency here?

"It's serious," Salem finishes, frowning. Even though he's doing his best to speak with conviction, it's not doing much. He's clearly still all... bothered. If Atlas decided to ignore this and resume what he was doing, Salem doesn't think he could stop him. Still, he's out of his trance now, which means he can at least see reason.

He and Atlas shouldn't be doing this.

"We shouldn't... shouldn't be doing this a-anyway." Salem is still all flustered and it's plain as day on his face. Atlas is still giving him a slightly amused yet unimpressed look. Wow, is he that irritated that Salem interrupted him?

Atlas leans forward a bit, making Salem's eyes widen. His hands move down to grasp onto Salem's ass, using his hold to keep him up a bit better. Salem thinks it's just an excuse to touch such an intimate part of him, though. He can't help the small gasp he makes, and the want in Atlas' eyes only increases at the reaction. He always loved how much he affected Salem.

Atlas' response is simple, "then stop me."

Atlas leans in more, then presses his body further against Salem. It's only by a bit, but it's still enough pressure to send a surge of warmth through his system. Salem can't help the whimper he lets out, looking down at their position. Atlas takes pleasure in his reaction, and Salem can feel his thighs shaking where they're wrapped around Atlas. This is a telltale sign of him being aroused, if his erect dick wasn't enough, and Atlas can surely feel it. His hands are already down there.

This is so unfair. It's not Salem's fault—he's gone way too long without sex! He's so pent up, so frustrated, and he's been like that for awhile. He can't be held accountable for his inability to resist! Atlas is making this far too difficult. Why can't he just go easy on Salem for once?

"Hm?" Atlas hums, face back in Salem's neck. Just the feel of his breath has Salem's senses in overdrive, and he's pretty close to losing his mind at this point. All worries and concerns and... well... the entirety of his thoughts altogether, leave his body. Shit, he's officially lost. Once again. "Do it."

"Don't stop." Salem gasps, unable to deny himself—well, more like his body—this contact any longer. Atlas goes back to kissing his neck, and it feels like he may be smiling. Yeah, he must be. Salem can recognize that self-satisfied, accomplished look even when he's not looking directly at it.

Salem's trying not to make any noise, both for courtesy of Ruby and to save himself the embarrassment of giving Atlas such a reaction. Well, okay, so he's already given Atlas plenty of reaction, but still. He'd like to retain some dignity.

This proves pointless when Atlas puts some distance between the two, holding Salem up with both his weight and his left hand, reaching his right into the space between. Salem doesn't even try to stop him, which is why he feels irritated when Atlas asks for spoken consent. Ugh! Stop making Salem give permission! He'd much rather pretend this was out of his control.

"Okay?" Atlas mumbles lowly. Salem shudders at the feeling of Atlas speaking into his neck. Wow, he's more sensitive than usual. Salem just nods, irritated when that's not enough. "Say it."

"Y-Yes." Salem stammers, and it's been a long time since he's heard his voice like that. He can't remember the last time he sounded so desperate. God, he's craved this so long. Salem only has so much strength, and when Atlas starts using all his weaknesses against him... he can't be blamed for this, okay?! Anyone would give in!

This gets a reaction from Atlas, clearly having missed seeing Salem like this. He wastes no time reaching down and putting pressure over Salem's crotch area. It's such an unfamiliar yet welcome feeling, he can't help but to throw his head back, barely suppressing a moan. Atlas starts moving his hand, and Salem doesn't even try to resist. He couldn't if he wanted to, it just feels way too good.

"Atlas." Salem says breathily. God, he's trying so hard not to make noise, but it's a losing battle. He knows it's only a matter of time before the dam breaks. Atlas hums into his neck in response. Salem clenches his eyes shut, hating his lack of self control. At the same time, however, he doesn't regret this in the slightest. "You— I need you to—"

Salem can't fucking talk. He can't tell if he's relieved or not when Atlas pulls away from his neck, pressing their foreheads together. Salem's eyebrows are pinched upwards in pleasure, entire body trembling, hardly able to even make eye contact.

"What is it, baby?" Atlas replies, and Salem twitches at the pet name. Oh, he's so fucking weak.

"F-Fuck me," Salem stutters out. Atlas bumps their noses together a bit, starting to pull Salem's pants down. He pulls them over Salem's bulge, as well as his underwear, until Salem's shame is plain as day for him to see. He's throbbing, harder than he's ever been in his life, precum beading at the tip and his entire body flushed red. "Please."

"Need to make it that long, first," Atlas reminds him, and Salem already knows that can't happen. He cannot last that long, especially when he's gone such an extended amount of time being deprived. Atlas wastes no time before wrapping his hand around Salem's dick.

"I can't." He almost groans, letting his head fall back against the wall. "You— it... it's too good, oh—"

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," Salem says, nodding. He is not going to last long like this, and it's not even his fault. He barely masturbates, because usually his mind strays to places it shouldn't. He also just isn't a very horny person generally. Being around or thinking about Atlas completely changes that, however. It changes a lot of things.

It seems as though Atlas wants to make him cum as soon as possible, probably wanting to cause the maximum amount of embarrassment. Before Salem knows it, Atlas' mouth is pressed against his own once again. Atlas doesn't hesitate, doesn't waste any time. He kisses Salem like he fucking means it, shattering any thoughts that could've been remaining. Salem wraps his arms around Atlas' neck, pulling them closer together and deepening the kiss.

Atlas moves his hand faster, up and down. Salem can no longer even function, moaning into Atlas' mouth and already feeling himself getting close. Ugh, Atlas is definitely doing this on purpose, the sooner he can make Salem cum, the more cocky he will be and the less chance Salem has of living it down. He doesn't have the strength to put a stop to it, though, and honestly... he doesn't really want to.

He's sweating, and making noise against his will, and before he knows it he's right on the edge. He doesn't want it to end so soon, but he has absolutely no control over that. Before he knows it he's pulling away, tilting his head against the wall. His eyes roll back a bit, breath hitching, and Atlas just fucking watches. He moans, "A-Atlas..."

"Hm?" Atlas replies, and the joy (and pride) on his face at seeing Salem fall apart under his hands would be irritating under any other circumstances.

"I- I'm—" Salem tries to give him some kind of warning, but he can't get any more words out before he's finally tipping over the edge. Atlas strokes him through it, and Salem twitches, making more soft noises. Halfway through, Atlas nuzzles his face back into Salem's neck. Salem is barely even processing reality anymore.

"There we go," Atlas whispers, kissing the skin, and the gentleness to his tone is only reserved for times like this. He only sounds so sweet, so loving, when Salem is deeply vulnerable. "So pretty."

When Salem's done, he's covered in his own cum. Almost none of it got on Atlas, and the guy still holds him up for another moment. He lets Salem catch his breath, before pulling away from the wall with Salem still in his arms.

The next few minutes are a blur. Salem always goes completely fucking brain dead after he orgasms, and Atlas is fully aware of this. It's why he carries Salem to his room, changes his shirt for him, and wipes off any sweat or residue that could be left on his skin. Salem is completely out of it the entire time, still processing what just happened, as well as what it means now. No doubt things will change.

Atlas finally lays him on his bed, covering him in a blanket and situating him comfortably. He kisses Salem on the side of his head, and whispers an, "I love you."

Then, he's gone, and Salem passes out right after.