26.

warning: 🔞

Anwar's pov:

(5 days ago)

"Have you missed me?" The question came from behind. "Because you're not the type to reach out first, so I've wondered about that a few times."

"Well, sometimes," I replied honestly before turning to face Thiana, who sat down on the bed while I chose to sit in the office chair. "But you didn’t come here just because you missed me, right? We both know you're not that kind of person."

A light laugh in her throat seemed like an acknowledgment, so I asked further, "Is something wrong?"

Thiana and I first met several years ago. It was a fleeting relationship that started on Tinder, but we talked for a long time before we started going out together. At first, she was someone with a great sense of humor, had a way with words, and many other qualities that made me feel at ease around her. When sex became involved, I have to admit that I ended up liking her quite a bit, more than anyone else I was hanging out with at the time. Even after that temporary relationship ended, we became close.friends who were always ready to help each other... as long as someone asked.

"There’s a guy I started talking to two months ago. He’s cute, polite, and kind. Most importantly, he’s handsome. Not as much as you, but definitely better looking than many of the guys I’ve dated," she said, trying to sound humorous, despite her not-so-great expression.

But looking at her face, I knew the story about this guy wouldn't be good.

"It felt…really easy to think this guy, this guy might be the one to help me feel better after my last terrible relationship. We went out many times that week. I almost agreed to be his girlfriend, if I hadn't accidentally seen it first."

"Seen what?" Thiana's face immediately contorted at the word.

"It was… it was my picture, photoshopped into pornographic images."

"That’s fucked up." I frowned, a wave of disgust washing over me.

Thiana looked like she was about to cry. Since we’d known each other, I’d only seen her cry once—stress over her master's degree. I thought that was the worst of it, but it wasn't.

Thiana went on to recount several more incidents that took nearly an hour. Stories about falling asleep in his car and waking up to find him touching himself, or about how when she tried to end things, he would stand guard outside her house for hours, preventing her from going outside.

What I heard… it made me furious, so angry I wanted to unleash every curse word I knew.

"I’ll take you back to get your important belongings, and if you don’t want to go home tonight, I’ll take you to a hotel. Okay?" Thiana nodded slightly. My close friend who might have helped had just rented out her apartment to move to Shanghai, so she had nowhere else to go.

"I need to take this call… give me twenty minutes," Thiana held up her phone, showing an incoming call from her sister in Maryland. "But could you stay in here with me?"

"Then I’ll take a shower," I pointed to the bathroom door, a frosted glass sliding door. The cool water would hopefully relieve some of my irritation. And the sound of the water would let her know I was still nearby. When I came out of the shower, Thiana had just finished her call.

"I’m going upstairs. I’ll be back in three minutes. You can wait on the sofa or by the stairs."

With that, I took long strides upstairs. The sound of a game leaked out from under the door, along with light from the gap at the bottom. I knocked lightly, just to let him know, before opening the door.

"Still up?"

"Just about to go to bed," Blue replied flatly. But no matter how much he tried to hide it, I could still tell.

His tone and expression made me feel a little uneasy and heavy inside.

I couldn't tell anyone what had happened with Thiana. Every sentence remained trapped in my head.

"I'm going out; I don’t know when I’ll be back. I’ll leave the second-lowest light on in case you get hungry later."

"Okay." His voice was so flat, it felt like a perfunctory response.

"Night."

"Hmm."

He’s upset. His quiet responses and passive agreement only made me feel worse. And
remembering my promise not to bring anyone here, even though Thiana and I weren't in a relationship, the fact we’d had sex in the past made any excuse feel inadequate.

I should just get this over with tonight and come back to him later.

"I’m going to leave my car here for a few days, in case it helps," I muttered. When we arrived at the house, her ex-boyfriend wasn't there, but Thiana was still extremely wary. Her slender frame stayed close behind me, practically glued to my heels, even after we went inside.

We took a taxi to pick up another car from my place before driving here. Her sneakers were tossed carelessly outside the shoe rack, in a spot visible through the glass door. Because Thiana was too anxious to sleep there, I drove her to a hotel instead.

"Tomorrow, I’ll take you to talk to the police, and we’ll get someone to install security cameras and an alarm system," I said, looking at Thiana, who was half-sitting, half-lying on her side on the large bed. I pressed my fingers into my temples, massaging them. "Are you
feeling any better?"

"A little. It’s better than sitting at home, worrying he’ll show up in the middle of the night. I’m trying not to think about it… but it’s disgusting, and I can’t stop."

"He doesn’t know you’re here. You should rest. You have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Thank you for everything," Thiana whispered softly, before patting the empty space on the bed. "Come sit here."

I smiled faintly. The scene felt familiar, reminiscent of the past when I had many friends, and Jordan knew Thiana. We used to meet at hotels instead of my apartment. As I sat down next to her, she reached out and gently stroked my jawline, caressing the light stubble that had just grown, just as she used to.

"My brother and sister will be staying with me, but they need to finish up some work first. It’ll probably be another two days… In the meantime, would you mind keeping me company?"

"Of course. Don’t worry about anything," I said, placing my hand over hers, gently turning it over before using my thumb to stroke her soft palm. "I’m always here for you. But…ask."

"Tonight, too? Is that okay?"

"If that’s what you want."

Thiana smiled slightly, loosely gripping my thumb. "I used to like you so much. Like,
insanely."

"You’re not the craziest person I’ve ever met," I teased, causing Thiana to chuckle softly and shake her head.

"It would be amazing to meet someone like you, in a serious, committed relationship," she said, her wide smile softening. "We haven’t talked in a long time. How are you? Have you changed since then? Are you ready for a serious relationship now?"

I inhaled sharply. A feeling of unease welled up inside me as memories from the past flooded back. "I think things are…fine as they are. I don’t dare make things complicated."

"All this time, you haven’t found someone you love?"

"Even now, I’m not sure what the difference is between ‘like’ and ‘love’ that so many people talk about." A sense of emptiness expanded within me; it always happened when I tried to decipher these feelings.

"Often, people don't fall in love before they start dating…"

"But that’s not how it is for me."

I wouldn't hurt anyone again just because I’m unsure of my feelings.

"You know, I used to envy Bella for dating you. But now I realize who I should truly envy: the next person you date, the person you’ll truly love in the future."

"…"

"If that person exists in this world, that is."

It took a while to wrap everything up, but I was with Thiana almost constantly. We talked to the police, dealt with the paperwork, installed security cameras and an alarm system in case anyone broke in. Her car, which had been driven around as if someone were constantly using it, was also secured. It was terrifying; this man knew everything that was happening
and kept sending Thiana messages incessantly. After the first night, Thiana started to feel brave enough to sleep at home again. Because she still wasn't comfortable being alone, we killed time watching several Star Wars movies until we were practically submerged in the sofa.

"Thank you so much. Without you, things would have been so much worse," she said.

"You were right to come to me…it was better than being alone or confronting him directly," I replied.

"I might have lost it and done just that if I had to endure knowing he was outside for another three or four hours," Thiana laughed weakly, turning to look at her younger siblings who were loudly arguing about cereal in the kitchen. "Luckily, my brother is a freelancer, so he’ll probably stay here for a while. But either way, I think Joseph won't dare show his face around here anymore. Thank you again," she murmured softly, pulling me into a loose hug. Her warm breath brushed against my shoulder.

"Thank you for always being so kind."

"Just don’t hesitate to call me…no matter what happens," I said, gently touching her back until she pulled away and gave me a wide smile.

"Hmm. Where are you going? Why don't you stay and have dinner with me? If you're worried about my cooking, I can just have Frank order something from a restaurant."

"I really have to go. I have some things I need to take care of."

"Anwar, wait," Thiana called, tugging on my wrist. Her worried expression made me focus intently on what she was about to say.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course."

"You…aren’t afraid of love, are you?" The question stopped everything in my head. I didn’t know why Thiana asked that, nor did I know how I should answer.

"I don’t think I am. At least, I hope not… I just want to know what it is, that's all."

"You know, you’d be a wonderful lover. I’m sure of it." I chuckled softly. Thiana’s confident expression perfectly complemented her words.

"Even if you don’t know who your lover will be yet."

I tightened my jacket around my shoulders, trying to grasp something in my thoughts, but as usual, there was only a deafening emptiness.

"I wish I could be that sure too."

"Then I’ll wait inside," she said sweetly, extinguishing her cigarette before disappearing behind the door. As soon as it was just the two of us, I turned to Jin.

"Is this the job you wanted me to do?"

"Yes," Jin replied flatly, his expression betraying his words completely.

"Jin," I said more firmly.

"Listen! I’m in a difficult position too, I was forced into this. I swear, I only just found out you slept with her."

"Oh yeah, if I’d known she was your relative from the start…"

Jin had been bombarding me with messages since yesterday, saying he had an urgent job he wanted my help with. I assumed it was a fitting or some behind-the-scenes photoshoot for his portfolio. I believed that until I arrived at Jin’s studio and met a woman I recognized.

Vicky. A woman I'd met at a club. I was drunk, she probably was too. It felt like a fleeting, one-night stand, but after breakfast the next morning, we ended up having a relationship, three or four times after that. I barely knew anything about her, and I certainly didn't know she was a distant relative of my friend, Jin.

"She just wants to reconnect with you. She’s been calling non-stop ever since she saw the group photo I posted on Instagram, the one from the exhibition opening at Sheikh’s gallery."

"So you dragged me here under the pretense of work?"

"Hey, she really did want me to take photos for her, even if it’s not a professional job. You saw the brief, right? You just have to sit in the studio and let her pose with you like she’s Gigi Hadid shooting for Italian Vogue in 2018. It’s not that hard, please, just help me out."

"It’s not hard, but I don’t like being forced into things like this," I countered calmly. Sighing deeply at the sight of Jin’s dejected expression, my irritation eased. "Just one meal, okay? Finish this photoshoot, then we’ll go have just one meal. I’m not interested in adding anyone to my life right now, not someone new, nor someone I already know."

"Okay! Thanks a lot!"

The photoshoot dragged on. It was easy, as Jin had said, not being a professional-level job, but my mood plummeted once I realized I'd been forced into this without knowing anything about it. It was incredibly irritating, reminiscent of when a modeling agency forced me to meet Matthew and Helena for work – maybe even more irritating, because at least then I knew who I was meeting.

Vicky was a very expressive and outgoing person. She was a YouTuber, constantly filming videos with her phone.

"Say hello to the camera!"

"Hey," I smiled at the camera that suddenly appeared before me. I glanced at Jin, who
looked apologetic and clearly uncomfortable. Vicky, the camera-wielder, rambled on about the fake photoshoot, occasionally turning to engage me in conversation for the camera.

"Let’s finish this up, I’m hungry," Jin yelled after a while. Vicky grumbled her displeasure but eventually went to get some water and then resumed posing for the camera.

It wasn’t the work that drained me, but the sheer annoyance that left me immobile and listless. The shoot ended as expected.

"I’ve missed you so much… Let’s go eat, okay?"

"Hmm, let’s go." Just as I thought, Jin said he had another commitment. He apologized
profusely and thanked me repeatedly while we stepped outside for a smoke.

"Just don’t do this again. If your relative wants to hang out with me, have her talk to me herself."

"Understood. I’m truly sorry again."

I nodded, lightly patting his shoulder. "Don’t worry about it." Back inside, I found Vicky already changed into casual clothes. Her tall, slender figure rushed towards me. It was a familiarity I’d been used to last year, but we hadn’t seen each other in too long. And seeing her again like this… I couldn’t figure out if I could still enjoy going out with her.

It was really different. I might have felt better and been more willing to take her out if she had just texted me directly.

"What do you want to eat?
"
"Anything is fine, but my legs are killing me. Somewhere close by would be great." Luckily, Jin’s studio wasn’t far from the Parsons area, and there were plenty of restaurants nearby.

"Let’s go look around," I said, leading Vicky along the street. We wandered for about ten minutes before her irritation escalated. She announced she didn't want to eat around there after all.

"I’m craving seafood… I read online last night. Lots of reviews said Le Bernardin is
amazing." The name of a four-star luxury restaurant slipped out.

"We can’t go there, not now. You know they have a dress code," I countered. "Why don’t we grab something simple around here first? You’re hungry, aren’t you? This place isn’t bad, Elmo’s. It’s a place my friends and I frequently go to."

"But I want seafood! We haven’t seen each other in ages. Can you just indulge me this
once? …And I also want to film a vlog at Le Bernardin."

"They have grilled salmon and tuna tartare here. If you say you want fish, and I can't take you to that place, I have other things to do later anyway. If you don’t want to eat around here, I can’t stay and eat with you."

"Okay, let’s eat here then." Vicky quickly raised her hand to touch my arm, nodding slightly. A fleeting look of disappointment crossed her face, but I chose to ignore it and walked into the restaurant, determined to quickly finish the meal and get back to work.

"What’s the best thing on the menu? Or maybe I should just get the tuna salad?"

Vicky’s voice drifted past me as we entered the restaurant and saw someone else sitting at a table by the wall – someone I hadn't seen in the past few days, without even realizing how much time had passed.

Blue sat there silently. Everything I saw – his expression, his eyes – tightened my chest. It was a mixture of guilt and longing. It might have been better if I’d entered the restaurant alone and happened to run into him. It might have been even better if the person standing next to me wasn't Vicky, but the person sitting silently there.
Images of Vicky filming videos at the studio flashed through my mind.

The last thing I wanted right now was for Blue to sit there watching Vicky get close to me, leaning on my shoulder, or doing anything else for her vlog.

"I just remembered, the work I need to do is actually nearby. We can stop by to change and eat there instead, if you still want to go."

"Really?" Vicky smiled broadly at that, her hand moving from my arm to clasp mine tightly. "If we go there, can we go to that bar afterwards? I’ll buy you a drink."

"Sure," I replied casually, offering a weak smile, despite feeling none of the excitement.

While it was uncomfortable to look at Blue's face, I found myself unable to look away from his perfectly shaped features.

Because I’d been so focused on other things, I hadn’t thought about Blue. There were
moments when I thought of him and wanted to go home, but the immediate situations I faced always made me unconsciously push those thoughts aside. I hadn't seriously considered how much I missed him. until I saw him like this.

I haven’t felt like this in a long time – that feeling of missing someone so much that I just want to run up and hug them tightly. The moment I saw him...

"Let’s go."

It would be even better if I could hug him right now.

..

..

'I’ve sent the revised concept board and mood board. Please check. And also send the reference boards you'll be using for the photoshoot.'

I sent the message, dropped my phone on the table, leaned back in my chair, and stared at the recently completed flat lay on my iMac screen, trying to organize my work schedule in my head. I absolutely have to finish the outstanding projects. Matthew’s waiting for my availability to fly to Northern Ireland with Helena for the photoshoot.

I love the fashion industry, I love being a designer, but I can’t say the same about modeling with complete honesty.

It’s fun to work, and it feels good to see the finished product, but many times it’s annoying.

I’m thinking I might focus solely on design after graduation and quit modeling altogether.

Knock knock…

I was idly twirling a pencil when a knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. "Come in," I said. The door creaked open, and Blue peeked in, meeting my gaze. His sculpted face was lightly flushed. As he approached, a faint smell of cigarettes became noticeable.

"Were you out?" I asked casually. Yesterday, after taking him out, we hadn’t seen each other at all. This morning, I went for breakfast with my parents; my father’s relatives were all over the house. When I returned later that morning, Blue was gone. I spent almost the entire day engrossed in work in my room. Now, it’s exactly six in the evening.

"At Chen’s place. I went to eat jajangmyeon, tteokbokki, and soju at… I thought you’d be there too. I saw you leave the house earlier."

"No, I didn’t go," I shook my head. Max texted me, saying he was going to hang out at Rome’s place tonight, but I didn’t reply because I had projects to manage. "Did you drink a lot?"

"Probably quite a bit. I didn’t count," Blue grinned, walking over and peering at my iMac screen. "Working?"

"Not exactly. I just finished."

"Can I snuggle?" His pleading tone made my heart skip a beat. Before I could respond,
Blue moved closer, straddling my lap. The scent of cigarettes on him made me want a
cigarette, but I remained still, gazing into his eyes.

For the past few days, I’ve been certain Blue was angry, more or less. His expression had made me feel guilty ever since that night out with Thiana, and also when we bumped into each other at Elmo’s. But his demeanor was beyond my expectations. I’m used to being pressed for answers, to being appeased, to tantrums, or to overt displays of anger. I thought I could handle it. But Blue’s quietness, his acting like nothing happened even though everything was evident in his expression and tone, that’s what made me feel both a burning sensation and…a certain arousal simultaneously.

All I saw was his attempt to hide everything, and I swear on God, he wasn't very good at it at all.

Blue began to shift slowly, pressing closer until our chests touched. He rested his chin on my shoulder, then tilted his head. His warm breath grazed my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I put my arms around his thin back. The memory of being claimed by someone smaller than me, twice before, flashed vividly in my mind.

Could I guess what he was trying to do? Absolutely.

And?

Did I care or worry that I’d be treated the same way again? Not a bit.

I let silence settle for a minute before Blue moved, his face close, a gentle kiss on my neck.

My heart pounded as his warm tongue traced my skin. The slow, lingering touches were making me dizzy.

"Blue…" I murmured. When his dark eyes met mine, he lifted his body to kiss me, his warm lips lightly brushing mine. It was a playful kiss, but I wanted to deepen it, yet I just sat still, allowing him to take the lead.

Was I a masochist? I was starting to wonder.

After torturing me for several seconds, Blue finally used his tongue to gently coax my mouth open. A sharp sting on my lower lip where he’d bitten me, before he soothingly explored my mouth with his tongue.

The kiss wasn't clumsy or directionless like the first few times. Blue now knew what he was doing, and I knew what I wanted from the kiss he offered.

The sound of his ragged breathing was close to my lips. I let Blue catch his breath, lightly brushing my nose against his. I don't know when it happened, but the pencil in my hand had fallen to the floor, but I wasn't interested in picking it up right now.

The only thing that mattered was the small person sitting on my lap.

"What do you want, Blue?"

"I... want you." The reply was barely a whisper. Blue turned his face away. His cheeks, already flushed from alcohol, were now crimson. I unconsciously pressed my nose against his and inhaled deeply.

"Are you drunk?" I asked to check, but Blue quickly shook his head. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I really miss you."

"Miss me how?"

"I miss your touch. Your kisses too." Blue pursed his lips, his slender hand tracing up to my neck. "I miss you inside me."

I felt like I was losing my mind. A soft chuckle escaped my throat. It didn't take much effort to lift him onto the bed. I straddled him as soon as I climbed on top, his slender legs beneath me.

Blue leaned his face down to kiss me, moaning in satisfaction as I slipped my hand under his white t-shirt to caress his body. His chest rose from the bed almost instantly when my fingers brushed his nipple.

"Mmm."

I smiled slyly, pushing his thin body back onto the bed, burying my face lower and lower. I showered kisses across his flat stomach before lifting his shirt higher and teasing his rosy nipples. The slight tremors, the held breaths—Blue showed it all while his slender fingers tangled in my hair.

"Ah..."

I could spend hours doing this, I thought, without getting bored. The firm nipples in my mouth, his subtle scent, his warm skin, his sweet moans. I could do this all day if I kept getting this kind of response.

After licking both nipples until they were slick, I pulled away. Blue took a deep breath, his eyes half-closed, gazing at me intently. In that instant, I saw a longing in his eyes that made me want to bury my face back down and devour him until he was satisfied and told me to stop.

"Do you want me to...?" I asked, my voice hoarse, after a flurry of kisses left his soft lips swollen. I leaned over to grab the lubricant and tossed it beside me.

"Can you...?" Blue brushed my hands away from his face before slowly unbuttoning my shirt and discarding it. His dark eyes met mine directly, without flinching.

"Can you finish me?"

"Yeah, gladly." you're not getting off this bed easily.

One arm slipped around his back, lifting his slender body to press against mine. "Strip for me."

Blue bit his lower lip. His hands slowly removed his white t-shirt, then unbuttoned his jeans, slowly disrobing himself as I watched his every move.

He looked shy, yet he tried to act worldly, as if he felt nothing. And I loved everything that was happening, couldn’t tear my gaze away.

Once naked, Blue pushed himself up on his hands, kissing me. The sounds of our mouths meeting became increasingly intense. I pulled Blue onto my lap, our lips still locked. My hands traced the smooth, delicate curves of his back, completely enthralled.

"Mmm."

I hadn't had sex in several days. To be specific, Blue was the last person I had been with. I hadn't even touched myself during this time. Whenever I felt aroused, I simply took a cold shower to calm myself down. I could easily imagine the things I wanted to do with the slender body before me. He wouldn't be escaping easily like the last two times today.

"Are you ready?" I murmured, as I pressed my fingers around the entrance to his desire, before giving his round behind a firm squeeze, feeling my excitement spike when I saw Blue nod in response.

"I’m ready... ready for you to hold me," Blue said, arching his body so his nipples were at my lips. He leaned down to look at me. "Is that good?"

As he offered himself like a treat, I licked him as if he were a true delicacy, my tongue swirling slowly for him to see. Blue dug his nails into my shoulders, his legs trembling,
causing him to press closer against me for support.

"Mmm… I… uh…" His sweet voice faltered, and the hardness pressing against my stomach revealed just how good he was feeling.

I smiled knowingly.

I understood how important foreplay was before sex. But since I hadn't released in days, I felt like a ticking time bomb about to explode. Still, I wanted to make him feel as good as possible.

The beautiful face twisted in overwhelming pleasure made me willing to endure any torment just to see that expression on this bed once more.

"Spread your legs," I commanded in a calm voice, applying lubricant to my fingers and the entrance of his desire. I slowly pressed a fingertip inside, taking my time. My gaze was focused on his quivering bare legs pressed against the soft bed, watching his chest rise and fall with deep breaths, eyeing his taut stomach. No matter where I looked, my patience was nearing its limit.

Blue squeezed my dick tightly, then wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling himself closer as my finger slipped all the way inside. His breath hitched as I moved my finger in and out.

The warm, constricting walls around my finger made me imagine something else inside instead. I pressed my forehead against his slender chest; sexual arousal surged through me, making my groin ache.

"Can I… can I put it inside yet? Ah!" The question ended with me accidentally thrusting my finger in forcefully.

Blue settled onto my lap, his round buttocks pressed firmly against my body.

"Legs weak?" I teased. Seeing his flushed face, I pushed his slender body down onto the bed, squeezing his soft thighs and pulling him closer. His eyes, sparkling with moisture, narrowed – he must have had a lot to drink before coming here.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, circling my finger and slowly pulling it in and out.

"Ah… yes… good…"

"Want to feel even better?"

"How?"

I smiled, leaned over to grab a thin, black cloth, and met Blue’s gaze. Only after he nodded his permission did I use it to blindfold his beautiful eyes. It wasn't a very thick cloth; I guessed he could still see vaguely.

Blue rested his head on the soft pillow as I slowly kissed my way down—across his chest, his stomach, licking his pretty navel, and down to his lower region. I used both hands to support his soft legs, raising him slightly off the bed before lowering my mouth to encircle his dick. (nah bro giving him the orpop shi)

"Ah! Ahh…" Blue moaned loudly, his hips bucking as he pressed deeper. I held him securely, beginning to move up and down to pleasure his delicate form.

He trembled, as if a shiver of pleasure was coursing through his entire body. Blue crumpled the sheets, bunching them up.
The sweetness lingering on my tongue made me push him onto the bed, and I began to suck him harder. I didn't intend for him to come. As soon as I realized how wet he was getting, I pulled away immediately.

His slender legs, which had been trembling on my shoulders, stilled. I let him feel lost for a moment before leaning down to roughly crush the brightly colored lip of the condom. I tore it open with my teeth before putting it on myself. The moment it touched him, he responded by opening his legs wider.

That eager look drove me wild.

"Ahh."

I slowly inserted myself into the warm passage. The tight walls made me involuntarily hold my breath. I focused on not thrusting all the way in at once.

"Blue, wait," I pleaded, my voice hoarse. But Blue squeezed even tighter around me.

"Babe... Relax."

"It... it... feels so good," Blue said, his voice near tears. He spread his legs wider, revealing everything clearly. His body trembled uncontrollably. I forced myself to move slowly, letting him adjust. I started counting to a hundred in my head, gritting my teeth and pushing deeper and deeper.

Blue wasn't cooperating at all. He was making me feel like I was with inexperienced high school kids having their first time.

"Hiss..."

"Ahh!"

With only a little left, I thrust all the way in, deep inside. Blue moaned, a short, sharp sound.

The emotion he'd been suppressing finally broke free. I leaned down and nibbled on his swollen, red lips, pushing my tongue inside to savor the sweetness.

It felt like a nervous breakdown, his slender legs wrapped around me, his grip tightening relentlessly.

"I can’t take it anymore," I gripped the sheets. "I’m going to take you hard, this time. Do you hear me?"

Blue nodded rapidly, his body writhing. I held his slim waist firmly and began to thrust forcefully, in and out. The temperature in my body was so high I felt like I was going to explode. I gritted my teeth, pouring all my desire into it until his slender body seemed to sink into the white sheets below.

"Ah… Ahh… Anwar… Anwar," his sweet voice moaned, calling my name repeatedly.

The sounds, the sight, made me lean forward, pressing one hand to the bed while the other squeezed and kneaded his plump hips forcefully, leaving marks on his body. His body responded instinctively to the calls; a thrilling heat spread throughout me.

I took a deep breath, my gaze fixed on the person beneath me. His well-shaped face, hidden behind a black cloth tied around his eyes, his cheeks flushed pink, and his swollen lips parted. My hand moved to loosely clasp his white neck before I lifted his supple hips higher and slowed the rhythm.

Blue dug his nails into my hand; his moans grew louder. I chuckled softly. "Do you like it? Do you like it like this?"

Blue turned his face into the pillow, his hair scattered around him. I released my grip on his neck to gently brush the hair from his face.

I thrust deep inside, hard and steady, until Blue gasped, his voice breathy. "I… I like it so much."

I smiled faintly, pushing back his bangs to reveal his perfectly smooth face. Blue, in turn, raised his hand to lightly overlap mine, pushing until my fingertip touched his lips before he began to suck on my finger.

Damn.

Oh God, what have I done to deserve this?
I moved slowly, savoring every sensation, before gently rolling him so he was sitting on top of me. Blue froze almost instantly. I traced my finger, slick with his saliva, from his chest down to his lower abdomen.

"Do it for me, good boy," I purred, my hand gripping his slim waist. I guided him through a few movements before simply holding him there.

Blue moved his hips awkwardly. He took a deep breath, as if summoning courage, before slowly grinding against me with surprisingly smooth, unhindered rhythm. I gazed at his smooth chest, where the ceiling light glinted, tracing down to his flat stomach where faint muscles were visible with every hip thrust.

He placed his hands on my chest for support, one hand reaching up to remove the blindfold from his face.

His beautiful eyes dropped to his own moving body, then met mine, unwavering. He leaned back, offering his body to me more fully as he increased the speed of his movements.

If I weren’t captivated by those eyes, I would have been staring at his hips without stopping.

"Mmm…" I sucked in my breath, fondling his round buttocks. When Blue’s eyes fluttered shut, I glanced down at his body, which seemed to be consuming me endlessly.

"Uh… Ah… Ahh… Touch me right there," his sweet voice commanded.

I raised my hand, stroking the dick that was perfectly fitting in my hand, using my thumb to knead the head, feeling the pre-cum at the tip.

Even though Blue wasn't the most experienced person I'd been with, and this wasn't the most exciting sex, but my heart beat so fast I felt it might burst from my chest.

Blue gasped heavily, his slim waist moving rapidly as his beautiful face contorted with
pleasure. His eyes opened again, locking with mine. Tears welled up, and a single blink was enough to send a tear rolling down his clear cheek.

The image of Blue at that moment stole my breath.

He was beautiful… so beautiful that I couldn't tear my eyes away from his face and the body that moved so passionately atop mine.

In that moment, I felt like my heart stopped. It was as if time itself paused.

I'm not sure what falling in love feels like.

If it's this overwhelmingly powerful, I hope it feels even more than this.

Otherwise, it would be meaningless.