"I did not mean to ruin him—
Until he moaned my name."
—Kao
"It hurt so good I forgot who I was—
Only remembered his name."
—Nil
Nil and Kao were both in the car.
Nil reached behind and undid his apron, from around his waist, his movements slow, almost meditative. It fell from his lap like an unnecessary layer, leaving only the thin white shirt clinging to his skin—every inch of his slender figure was laid bare to the light.
"...Stranger," he called softly.
But Kao didn't answer.
Nil lifted his head to look at him. He could not look anywhere else.
Gulp—"Strann..." The rest of the word dissolved on his tongue.
Kao was messaging someone in the car. Perhaps he was calling Shian for further preparation.
But Nil's eyes were fixed—helplessly, hungrily—on his body.
The black silk shirt clung tightly to Kao's biceps, molding around the hard lines with sinful precision. It wrapped across his abdomen like a second skin, damp from rain.
Three buttons had come undone—exposing skin, a chest—smooth, white, untouched—barely dusted with hair so fine it vanished against the light.
That pale flesh rose and fell rapidly, as though resisting restraint.
So tender. So flawless. So erotically defenseless.
His lips, parted, looked swollen from biting—soft, pink, and shamefully inviting. The tight black pants molded to him like they were stitched from shadow itself, and even sitting still, his entire body breathed a kind of hungry, heatless fire.
Nil swallowed hard, his spine burned, and his cheeks tingled.
He could not look away.
His throat dried, pupils dilated, and fingers curled helplessly against his lap. His thighs pressed together.
His eyes rolled—slowly, helplessly—taking in every inch of Kao.
"Staring at him shamelessly... "
"—Why does it feel so satisfying?"
"Why doesn't it feel like a sin...?"
"Or—was it because it wasn't?"
Gulp.
"Stranger is my official boyfriend now."
Outside, it was cold—merciless rain and wind.
But inside Nil, he was burning.
So hot it felt unbearable to stay clothed.
His skin begged to be touched. To be seen. To be bare.
Naked wasn't shame. It was needed.
Kao's Adam's apple moved—slow, deliberate—sliding up and down as he swallowed. That single movement alone sent Nil's heartbeat spinning wildly.
But Kao remained focused on his phone, fingers gliding across the screen with maddening calm.
Then—without warning—his eyes shifted.
They landed on Nil.
Caught.
Nil flinched.
His breath hitched, shoulders tightening, as though someone had caught him in the middle of a shameless crime. His eyes dropped in guilt, but not fast enough to hide what was written in them—desire, desperate and raw.
His cheeks were flushed, a deep red blooming from ear to jaw. His lips, parted and dried from shallow breaths, trembled faintly.
Kao slowly turned his hand, reaching out with lazy confidence, and touched Nil's cheek.
It was hot. Very hot.
Kao's voice soaked in wicked warmth."Want something?"
Nil licked his lips with the tip of his tongue—wet, slow, trembling.
"Strangerrr..."
His gaze returned, even bolder now. Eyes crimson, wide, shimmering with fevered need. He bit his lower lip, as if trying to contain it—but it only made him look hungrier.
Kao watched him.
Then asked, voice barely a breath, "What are you looking at?"
Their faces were close—too close.
Kao leaned forward, breath brushing Nil's lips.
"Your eyes..." he murmured, "shamelessly..."
He let the pause drag. Then smirked, "...trying to peek inside my clothes."
The words coiled around Nil like silk tightening on wet skin.
Kao's voice sank deeper, dangerously slow: "Does this suit you?"
A longer pause—his eyes dark, "Someone with self-respect," paused.
"would've looked away by now."
"Lawless."...
Nil clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles whitened, trying to hold back the heat clawing through him.
But Kao's voice—those slow, curling syllables—was too much. They didn't touch skin; they peeled it.
Nil snapped.
No warning. No words.
His fingers shot up, seized Kao's collar with violent need, and yanked him forward. Their mouths collided—hard, messy, overwhelming. Nil kissed him like he was suffocating and Kao was the only air left in the world.
It wasn't a kiss—it was a collision of want.
Kao stiffened, eyes widening in shock.
But Nil didn't stop.
Didn't pause.
He kissed without control, without thought—his lips crashing, sucking, dragging over Kao's face like he wanted to eat him alive.
'Huff... woof...' Nil panted into his skin, voice trembling, breath scorching.
His tongue was everywhere—wet and wild—sliding up Kao's ear, down the side of his throat, back to his lips, circling the soft curve of his nose.
'Mphh... ahh...'
He bit into Kao's cheek—not teasingly, but like he needed to taste him.
By the time Kao realized, his whole face was slick, covered in Nil's saliva—hot, wet, shining. And still, Nil's breath came in helpless whimpers, like he was the one being devoured.
Nil's saliva tasted faintly sweet as it caught on the corner of Kao's mouth. That taste—sweet, trembling.
Something inside Kao cracked.
He grabbed Nil's waist roughly, lifted him up, and sat him down on his lap.
Nil landed with a gasp. His thighs spread on instinct, one on either side of Kao, soaked shirt clinging to both of them like a second skin. Their chests pressed together, mouths parted, breathing each other's air.
Kao's breath was broken.
"Y-you didn't... want to—"
But Nil's voice came out shattered, voice raw from heat.
"Letss... do it..."
And he dove in again—mouth hungry, lips dragging Kao into another violent,
Kao got the final call.
He didn't hesitate.
His hand reached out and tore open Nil's shirt—fingers impatient, almost trembling, as if the moment had waited far too long. Rainlight from the window lit Nil's bare skin in molten gold, shimmering like a dream unraveling in Kao's arms.
Kao lowered his head.
He kissed him.
Neck first—then collarbone, then lower. Slow. Devouring. As if worshipping what he couldn't bear to lose.
Nil gasped, "Ouch—"
"Stranger, your hands are steady, your teeth... not so much, huh?"
Meanwhile, his body jolted. A sudden shiver, full-body, raw and helpless. His spine arched off the seat, breath catching in his throat, "Ah, you beast..."
But he didn't pull away. "You—dare."
He clung harder—grabbing Kao's shirt, dragging it down his arms, revealing the broad, flexed curve of his biceps. He pressed kisses there—hot, shaky—then to his shoulder, his throat, his chest.
The car seat creaked.
Too tight. Too much.
Kao reached beside him, flicked a button—click—and the seat collapsed back like a bed, smooth and soundless. The whole space changed. It was no longer a vehicle. It was a chamber. A confession.
Kao's hand slid lower. "Nil...Say it. Speak my name!"
Over Nil's back. Down to his waist. "Ah... Stranger... you're... demanding, aren't you?". Then gripping his ass—hard. Like fruit in his palm, tender and full, his fingers squeezed like he meant to bruise him, like the heat between them might spill out.
'Mmh..." "Ahhha..."
He reached for Kao's belt—unfastened it, breath ragged, then, without warning, looped the leather around Kao's neck.
Tight.
Not choking—claiming.
Kao's eyes widened, mouth parting. His breath came out in a rush, like he'd been kissed too deeply.
"..." his voice was wrecked, stunned.
Nil's hands moved over Kao like he was mapping the one thing he was never meant to touch. His fingers slid with reverence and hunger, pressing into skin that burned hot—obscenely hot.
Lower.
His palm slipped beneath the waistband, wrapping around the heavy bulge beneath Kao's soaked underwear. It was hard. Thick. Too hot to hold without trembling. Nil squeezed—slow, firm—dragging his grip upward, then back, grinding pressure into the thick root.
"So hard already? And you say I'm the shameless one."
Kao's breath shattered.
A deep moan escaped his parted lips—low, cracked, utterly raw. His hips jolted. His jaw clenched. He bit down on Nil's shoulder, teeth grazing wet skin as his breath came hard and fast.
"Gup..."
Nil gasped.
Every push of his hand made his own body twitch. His center throbbed, grinding helplessly into Kao's thigh—cloth against cloth, friction that was too much and never enough. It felt like they were burning straight through their clothes, breath by breath.
He broke free, slipping from Kao's grip, dragging air into his lungs.
Kao let him go—but only barely.
His hands dropped, fingers curling. His whole body tensed. His face was ruined—eyes wide, pupils blown, lips swollen from breathing too hard.
Nil dropped lower, breath hitching.
Kao stared down at him—helpless to stop watching.
Nil's fingers caught on the waistband of his own pants, soaked and clinging to every curve.
He tugged.
They refused.
"Not nearly as obedient as you, is he?" he growled under his breath, frustrated, breathless.
He yanked harder.
Gulp.
Kao's throat bobbed. "Do you enjoy testing me, Nil?"
Kao's pants were tangled at his knees, his shirt barely hanging on one shoulder. Only the black Calvin Klein briefs remained—soaked and stretched, gripping his hips like a second skin. The V-cut dipped low, hugging the sharp corners of his bones, and the soaked fabric bulged forward, shameless, the shape of him impossible to look away from.
Nil stared.
Not with fear. Not with hesitation.
With awe.
Kao was trembling—his chest heaving, his thighs tensed, every breath he took dragging across his raw nerves. His hands pressed to his forehead, fingers wet with sweat and spit, arms lifted high—revealing smooth, glistening skin under his arms, clean, flushed, slick.
His large thighs trembled—not weak, but straining, desperate.
He looked wrecked. Gorgeous. Untouchable and desperate to be touched.
Nil didn't move. He just looked.
Like this—this ruined version of the man who once terrified him—was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
His voice was a ragged moan, low and desperate, "Do... take me."
Nil's voice was steady, low, almost sacred.
"Ah...Stranger! Rightious, Neptune wants..."
And with trembling fingers, he hooked the band of Kao's Calvin Klein underwear—dragging them slowly down from waist to thigh.
What he revealed made even the storm outside pause.
It was flushed, veined, heavy with heat—reddish-brown, impossibly raw. No shame. No hiding. Just truth. Just him.
Nil's chest rose and fell like ocean waves. He couldn't look away.
This wasn't fantasy anymore.
This was Stranger.
Naked. Real.
His.
The great Kao Neptune—cold, controlled, faultlessly dressed—was now undone beneath him. Hair damp, shirt slipping off one shoulder, the muscles of his abdomen tight and twitching with restraint. His whole body glistened with sweat and breathless heat. His thighs tensed—large, toned, trembling. Every muscle twitched like it was trying to hold itself together.
But it was failing.
And Nil was watching him fall apart.
He reached forward and wrapped his hand around him—soft palm against rigid heat. Kao jolted, his hips giving a sharp, upward twitch. His breath left him in a shudder.
Nil lowered his head.
He didn't ask permission.
He let his lips brush over the flushed skin. Just once. Then again. Slower. Deeper. Until his tongue found the sensitive line and dragged across it, soft and deliberate.
Kao gasped aloud, hand shooting into Nil's hair—fingers tightening, knuckles white. His other hand dug into the leather seat as his back arched
Kao's mouth parted, breath hitching, barely holding back a groan.
"Ugg...c...comfortable..."
Wet, slick heat flooded every nerve of his most raw, desperate length, pulsing deep inside.
A sharp gulp tore from his throat.
"Ummhh..."—a ragged.
After a long silence, Kao moved.
Not with words, but with need. He seized Nil like a starving beast—lifting him with fierce strength and laying him beneath him, chest to chest, breath to breath.
"Gone too far," Kao growled, low and dangerous, the sound thrumming against Nil's collarbone."I'll make you regret that."
Then, his hand reached down. Stripped Nil bare. With no hesitation. No shame. Fingers dragged the last piece of cloth from his hips. As though unwrapping a truth he already owned.
Nil gasped, body arching under the heat. His thighs trembled.
Kao's mouth met the hollow of his neck—biting, not kissing. The mark bloomed instantly, red against pale skin. Nil's breath hitched. His hands clutched at Kao's shoulders, fingernails biting into muscle.
Then—Kao's fingers slipped lower.
A jolt. A sharp inhale. Nil clenched, chest rising with sudden panic and unspoken pleasure.
"Stranger... gentle..." he begged, voice thin, breathless.
Kao's lips brushing Nil's ear. "Already warned you!"
Nil tried to speak—"Then you have to..."—but the words shattered in his throat.
"To...take responsibility?" he murmured.
Nil's eyes flew open, wide, uncertain, blazing.
"Will you?"
Kao leaned closer, gaze heavy as iron. "You already..."
"...belong to me."
"Illegal immigrant," he whispered, not cruelly, but as if branding him.
And then — he moved.
Nil felt it — the slow, pressing heat of Kao lowering into him. Not pain, not yet. Just the overwhelming intrusion of closeness, the press of flesh to flesh where there had only ever been longing.
Nil shuddered. "Stranger...it's dirty..."
His voice trembled, but his arms tightened around Kao's neck, pulling him down, deeper, closer.
Kao buried his face in Nil's throat, breathing raggedly."I'm already filthy."
Nil let out a choked moan, hips twitching. His eyes closed. Fingertips dug into Kao's back, helpless. "Don't... do this..."
But his body was already answering — trembling beneath Kao.
Kao shifted above him like a wave rising too fast to escape.
In one fierce motion, he hooked Nil's thigh over his shoulder. Nil's spine arched with the sudden stretch, mouth falling open in a helpless gasp. The movement cracked through him like a strike of thunder—half pain, half ecstasy, all-consuming.
"Mm... you're trembling more than I am, Stranger..."
His fingers scrabbled over Kao's arms, then gripped tight around his shoulders, nails digging into skin. His own leg trembled on Kao's shoulder, slick with sweat and the heat of contact. He could feel everything—Kao's skin, Kao's strength, the desperate pounding of both their hearts.
Nil whimpered, breathless. "Cruel..."
...
♡Rain That Burned the Soul ♡
In the arms of night,
rain touched inside—not skin,
but deeper, more than water—like oil,
which burns the soul when it runs slow.
I forgot all boundaries.
I wanted to be ruined in your arms.
I forgot all shame—your name on my tongue,
begging you to make me yours.
Let night never end.
Let the rain never stop.
Let us burn together—for eternity.
✧✧✧
Kao didn't answer. His jaw was clenched. His gaze had darkened with something wild, something raw. Every breath he took sounded like it might snap the last thread of control holding him together.
Nil's body writhed beneath him, back arching again as he cried out, "Stranger—! Argh—someone—save me!"
But even as he said it, his arms tightened around Kao's neck. He didn't want to be saved. He wanted to fall, completely and only, into this.
"Call me..."
''Kao...'' Kao said, voice hoarse, unfinished.
Nil's lips trembled, parting.
"Ka... Kao..."
And that was all it took.
Kao's control shattered. A choked sound broke from his throat, half-groan, half-growl, as if the name unlocked something feral inside him. He dipped his head to Nil's throat, biting down — not to hurt, but to claim.
"You monster..." Nil gasped, words broken between cries.
"You beast...yhnnn..."
"Cruel—" he moaned again, but this time it didn't sound like a protest.
It was 4:12 a.m.
Inside the car, the heat thickened between them. Nil lay beneath Kao, body trembling, breath ragged. His eyes closed, heavy with exhaustion, tears slipping free, salty and soft.
Kao held him tight, fingers tangled in Nil's damp hair, tugging gently. Nil's lashes fluttered closed, tears slipping free, tasting of salt and desperate surrender. Kao bent low, lips ghosting along the damp trails—sucking at the tears—soft, slow, reverent.
Nil's lips parted, voice low and broken, "Kao Neptune... so cruel..."
Kao smirked, "... silence."
Nil's breath hitched, "Stran—"
"Kruel..."
Kao's mouth captured Nil's lips—wet, warm, soft.