R' s Condo
Reya leaned against the desk, eyes locked on the man who had just returned from work. Even after showering, R was already back at his computer, sleeves rolled, focus unshaken. Reya twirled the towel that still carried his scent, grinning like a mischief-making pup.
"You smell too good for your own good~" he teased, voice lilting with play.
"I' ve got work to finish." R didn' t look up, his tone even. But that flicker in his eyes didn' t escape Reya' s notice. The younger man slid closer, cupping R' s face so their eyes met.
"My chicken order, though~" Reya dragged out the words sweetly, breaking whatever tension had been in the air. With a faint sigh, R reached for his phone to order it, as promised.
"What flavor, mutt?" R drawled, his lips curling as he wiggled a finger at him.
Reya nearly melted. "Spicy. Like you~" He smirked, leaning his head against R' s broad shoulder.
R shook his head but still pressed the order. "You eat too much," he murmured.
Settling at R' s feet, Reya tugged at the hem of his pants, pressing soft kisses against his knee.
"I can make it up to you~ Maybe an extra round tonight." His voice dropped to a playful whisper, like a cat brushing against its master.
"Not happening. I' m going to bed." R stacked his papers neatly, every line of his face still maddeningly composed—except for the faint flush creeping across his cheeks.
"Can I at least sniff you?" Reya leaned closer, eyes sparkling.
"Not a chance, pup." R swatted lightly at him, but his restraint cracked the moment Reya' s tongue brushed against the fabric over his thigh.
"Hey—don' t. That' s dirty," R muttered, his voice betraying the warmth rushing to his face.
Reya pressed a kiss lower, right against the muscle of R' s leg. "I like all of you, you know… from your hair down to your toes. Can' t help it—I' m crazy about you~"
R went still, jaw tight, knuckles whitening on the desk. His body said what his mouth wouldn' t.
"Stop talking nonsense…"
"Then let me show you how much I mean it."
Reya' s grin curved sharper as he slid down, hand tracing the firm line of R' s thigh, lips hovering close enough to burn. The quiet of the condo was swallowed by a heat that threatened to ignite at any second
Raya lowered himself, his tongue dragging up along R' s inner thigh, making the detective jolt with every flick. His other hand slid down, tracing muscle, teasing every nerve. R tried to swallow the heat rising in his chest, biting back the groan that threatened to spill. His body betrayed him, shivering under each brush of breath, every sly lick. Raya knew exactly what he was doing—no hesitation, no mercy.
"St–stop… stop it…" R' s voice was ragged, trembling.
But Raya only smiled, lips so close they almost touched. His tongue glided lazily over muscle, marking familiar territory as though claiming it all over again.
"What do you want, Detective? Tell me, and I' ll give it to you."
R' s jaw tightened, muscles twitching, his breath ragged. Raya' s fingers brushed lower, daring, until R jerked with a sharp gasp.
"Don' t..! Not there.."
Instead, Raya pressed harder, his palm coaxing R' s hips into motion, his mouth trailing lower with merciless patience.
And then..
Thrust.
R cried out, his body convulsing as Raya pushed inside. Heat, unbearable and searing, locked them together.
"You like it messy in here, huh? Clenching down so tight… ha… what a filthy cop you are."
R clawed at the chair, teeth gritted, trying to withstand the pounding rhythm that gave him no chance to recover. Every thrust struck deep, ruthless, dragging sound after sound from his throat.
"Ugh too… too much!"
Raya' s laugh was low, almost deranged, making R shiver harder.
"I' ll make your whole body writhe for me."
He moved faster, relentless, sweat slicking his skin. Their bodies crashed, heavy, raw, shaking the room.
"God—tight as hell," Raya groaned into R' s shoulder, shifting angle, driving him further to the brink.
Pinned, R bit his