"Put some clothes on, will you? The air conditioner's freezing—you'll catch a cold. Walking around in just shorts, aren't you cold?"
The officer stepped closer to the younger man's solid frame, his voice warm, gentle. Long fingers brushed along Reya's sharp jawline, tender as if remembering the night he'd found him shivering after being caught in the rain, skin cold and pale like all warmth had been drained from his body.
"I'm not going anywhere, just staying in. I like the breeze. I don't get sick that easily. You're the one always outside for work—you'll ruin that smooth skin of yours."
Reya's hands slipped around the officer's waist, palms resting on firm muscle. Only he knew how addictive that body was—once was enough to keep him hooked forever.
Those mischievous eyes softened, staring at the faint flush on the officer's nose. He leaned close, exhaling a playful puff of warm air against it before whispering, low and teasing, like a secret in a movie theater.
"Red again… are you catching a cold?"
Their noses brushed. Keerati always seemed to have that faint redness from some stubborn allergy. The officer caught Reya's wandering face between his hands, trying to draw him away from the growing heat below. But the playful pup refused to be denied, already sliding down the zipper, acting the part of a devoted lover—though in truth, he was nothing more than a shameless, restless mutt.
"What are you doing?"
"Every time you come home, all I want to do is taste you," Reya grinned, tilting his head toward the officer's lips.
"Don't. I haven't even showered."
Keerati's hand ruffled his hair in half-hearted warning, but Reya only pouted, lips pressed tight in frustration. The older man could only laugh softly at his obsession—until the larger body pressed forward, guiding him backward toward the sofa, tugging up the hem of his white shirt to reveal a flat, pale stomach.
"In that case… can I reach in instead?"
One arm circled Keerati's back, the other sliding across his toned abdomen. The officer flinched, but with both hands trapped against Reya's chest, there was no escaping. Those eager fingers slipped lower, into the band of his briefs.
"Touch me too."
"N-not yet, I haven't—"
"It's just touching. Or… were you hoping for more than that, Officer?"
Reya's husky tease came with a sharp nip at his lip. A single broad hand traced along the length beneath the thin fabric, teasing with the barest scrape of short nails. Keerati's body jolted forward, his breath hitching, strength draining as if every nerve was focused there.
"If it's too hard to reach… I can take mine off."
With a swift tug, Reya dropped his shorts to the floor, bare beneath, before pulling Keerati tight against him again.
"Now… will you hold me? Please, Officer—I want your hands on me." His tongue flicked across his lips, eyes gleaming as he watched Keerati flush as though it were their first time all over again.
The officer's gaze dropped helplessly down that sculpted chest, across the hard ridges of muscle, lower still—until his long fingers wrapped around Reya's stiff length, stroking carefully, almost reverently.
"Mm… ahh, that feels too good."
"Reya—"
"Don't worry. Just your hand… unless you'd rather I give you something extra."
"What are you—don't—"
"Not that," Reya smirked. "Just fingers. Lift your leg up here, on the sofa."
"W-what? No, I haven't showered."
"I told you—just my hand. Trust me.
He guided one of Keerati's legs up, spreading him open just enough. A slick finger pressed teasingly against the hidden entrance, then slowly pushed inside.
"Reya—ah—"
"Relax. Just let me make you feel good."
The officer's hands trembled, nails biting into Reya's shoulders. But the younger man was relentless, curling his fingers deep inside while the other hand pumped Keerati's length in steady strokes.
"Your body… it's squeezing me so tight. If I were inside you for real, I'd lose my mind."
"Stop saying such things—ahh, Reya—"
"Say my name like that again. I love it when you break."
Their breaths tangled, sharp and uneven, as Keerati's hips bucked against both hands. He clung desperately to Reya, every ounce of composure crumbling under the relentless rhythm.
"I—can't—hold—"
"Then don't. Come with me."
With a final rush, both of them spilled over, bodies shuddering together, clinging as though the world beyond that room didn't exist.
Reya's fingers slid free, glistening, holding them up with a cheeky grin. "Messy, huh? You too… all over me."
Keerati smacked his chest weakly, cheeks blazing. "Don't tease."
"Alright, alright. Let's get you in the bath. I'll carry you."
"…Fine."