The goodness of Inspector Keerati was like a drug, one Rey couldn' t stop craving. The man was gentle, polite, and unfailingly composed—even when no one was watching. Every step he took radiated authority: tall posture, squared shoulders, disciplined stride. Rey' s gaze often trailed down to those long, muscular legs beneath the perfectly pressed khaki uniform trousers.
Then there was his throat—pale skin stretched over sharp lines, the subtle pulse of veins, the pronounced Adam' s apple. To Rey, who' d never imagined meeting someone like this in his lifetime, Keerati was unforgettable from the moment they met. His voice, his smile, his calm presence—everything had burrowed under Rey' s skin.
Keerati' s eyes landed on the silver chain around Rey' s neck, the charm shaped like an "R." He smiled faintly.
"Finished the job I gave you?"
Rey tilted his head, feigning innocence. "What do I get if I did?"
"Fried chicken," Keerati said with a small grin.
"I could order it myself, you know." Rey wrinkled his nose, pretending to sulk.
"Then why ask me to get it?"
"Because it feels better when you care. Even stray dogs want affection."
Keerati shook his head with a soft laugh. "You love comparing yourself to a dog."
"Then let me be one. Keep me, Inspector. I' ll only be loyal to you."
"Still as cheeky as ever," Keerati muttered, but his tone held more fondness than reproach.
Rey leaned closer, brushing his lips across the Inspector' s knuckles. "You like it."
Keerati sighed, torn between amusement and surrender. Rey' s grin widened, eyes sparkling like a mischievous child with his favorite toy.
Who would have thought a soaked stray on the side of the road would turn into a shameless, relentless lover—one who had pushed the Inspector onto his own bed that drunken night and never left since?
Rey clung like a parasite. The more they touched, the more insistent he became. Status didn' t matter. What mattered was binding himself to Keerati. The Inspector was praised more for his disarming smile than his ferocity, a man calm to the point of boring. But to Rey, that kindness was irresistible. The uniform? Utterly spellbinding.
That night of drinking… maybe he shouldn' t have let it happen.
Rey had been nothing like a helpless stray—more like a wolf pup, drenched in rain, eyes sharp, temper bristling. His beauty carried danger: sly smiles, calculating glances. Addicted to games that tested wit and nerve, sharp-tongued and irreverent. Yet that, too, was part of his charm.
Once Keerati gave in, the wolf turned into a collared house pet—but one with teeth. Rey was insatiable, skillful, and shameless. On the bed, it was always Keerati who surrendered, always the older man dragged under by the boy' s relentless hunger.
Day after day, like meals that never lost their taste, Rey consumed him. It should have grown stale. But it didn' t. Not once.
Now, standing at the bathroom door, Rey' s damp hair clung to his forehead, his smirk devilish as his strong arms looped around Keerati' s waist. He breathed in the Inspector' s scent—soap and wildflowers—and let his fingers wander across pale skin and tight muscle.
"You smell too good," Rey murmured, pressing against him, his body already straining against shorts too tight.
"I just finished work," Keerati said, voice calm but tinged with disbelief at Rey' s timing.
"Really? That fast?"
Rey nipped at his neck. "Mm. Ordered fried chicken yet?"
"Not yet. Let me check this first." Even with Rey clinging like a vine, Keerati bent over the desk, eyes narrowing at the files before him.
"Knock yourself out," Rey whispered, resting his chin on the Inspector' s shoulder.
The screen glowed with strange words. "Crypto wallet… Udomsak Sae-Li," Keerati read aloud, frowning.
Rey clicked through with practiced ease, pulling up a picture of a stern, sharp-faced officer. "This the same guy? Handsome, but kind of shady."
Keerati' s brow furrowed. For a moment his gaze sharpened dangerously before he masked it again.
"It' s a lead we collected at the scene. Confidential. Even if you already cracked it, you can' t share this with anyone."
"Relax," Rey said, grinning. "I' m on your side, Inspector."
It was impressive, terrifying even. The homeless gamer turned stray dog was also a natural-born hacker.
"Didn' t you major in business? Since when can you code malware?" Keerati asked.
Rey' s lips curved, leaning close. "It just… comes to me. Funny how you know I used malware, though. How?"
"Because the police use the same program. Except… ours couldn' t break it."
Rey' s smile widened, eyes glittering. "I think I get it now. That Captain Udom isn' t after you—he' s after what you' ve got. He' s hiding something, isn' t he?" His fingers teased the edge of Keerati' s towel, voice lowering into something almost serious.
Keerati didn' t answer. He just stood there, silent, while the boy who should have been nothing more than a stray showed the instincts of a predator. Rey' s talents were sharper than the government' s best cyber division, sharp enough to dig where no one else dared.
And Keerati knew he could no longer treat this boy as just a nuisance.
Every stray bites—but some bite harder than you ever exp