02:00 A.M.
The door clicked open, hinges creaking as the dim hallway light spilled into the room. R stumbled inside, steps unsteady, eyes glazed with the heavy haze of alcohol. His fingers fumbled with the wall until the sensor light flicked on, revealing Reya—towering, broad-shouldered, dressed in nothing but loose sweats, arms crossed as he stood waiting.
"…Reya? It' s late. Why aren' t you in bed?"
"I couldn' t sleep," Reya' s voice was low, edged with impatience as he stepped forward. R pressed a palm to his temple, kneading at the dull throb in his head, before letting out a soft, tipsy laugh.
"You always stay up late anyway, don' t you… puppy?" His slender finger poked clumsily at Reya' s chest, missing once, then again, before his head drooped, ready to collapse into the nearest surface. He was drunk the way he had been that first night—the night he' d given in, body and pride, to the boy he' d dragged home.
"I' m drunk. Can' t take it anymore. I need to lie down." R collapsed at the edge of the bed, lashes fluttering shut.
Reya sat beside him, gaze sharp on the delicate face now softened by drink. "Work' s that heavy, huh? You even turned your phone off."
"Mhm… too much. It' s only going to get worse. I might not even come home every day." R' s words slurred, red lips moving slow, the faint scent of cologne mixing with alcohol on his skin. Even drunk, he was maddeningly beautiful.
"Watch the house for me, okay?" he mumbled.
Reya' s jaw tightened. "…That case. Isn' t it going well?"
"No. I thought it would unravel easily. But the more I pull, the tighter it knots." He sighed, face burying into the sheets, voice low and exhausted. "Not drugs. Not trafficking. Not gambling. It' s… messier. I don' t even know where to start. Everything' s too tense."
"…Detective," Reya said, tone dropping, no longer the playful nickname. R cracked one eye open.
"Hm?"
Reya leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "Let me help you."
R swallowed, fatigue clouding his gaze. "You don' t know how to fix this. Neither do I…"
"I do." Reya' s eyes were burning now. "Take your clothes off. I' ll take care of everything."
R blinked, startled by the sudden heat in his voice. Normally, Reya' s grin was lazy, boyish. But here, his eyes gleamed with something else—unyielding, merciless desire. Every time they crossed this line, Reya became a different man.
"Sex is a prayer, Detective. You give everything—mind, body, soul—and in return, you' re freed. I' ll drag the tension out of you, every last knot. Until you can breathe again."
Before R could answer, Reya' s fingers were already at his shirt, clumsy but determined, popping each button open one by one. His belt came undone, zipper lowered, fabric sliding away until pale skin glowed under the dim light. R lay back, chest heaving, unable to look away from Reya' s looming figure as the younger man stripped down, muscles coiled with restrained power.
"Whatever happens, think of me first. Remember me," Reya whispered, tugging his own sweats down, revealing the thick line of heat jutting forward. "I belong to you. And you belong to me."
R sat up weakly at the edge of the bed, knees parting as Reya stepped between them. His hands—slender but strong—slid over Reya' s hips, eyes drawn helplessly to the rigid length before him. His chin lifted, brushing the swollen tip along his jawline.
"…Really?" His voice trembled as the heavy weight pressed under his chin, throbbing against his throat. The sheer force of it made his pulse trip, breath catching.
"Memorize me," Reya murmured, voice husky. "On nights you don' t want to think about anything… call me. I' ll come. Because you' re my master. My everything."
R' s hand twitched, fingers brushing the base of him as Reya guided the flushed head up against his chin, making him feel each pulse, each twitch. His lips parted on a shaky breath, the thick heat dragging up over his throat. It was obscene, intoxicating.
"Open your mouth," Reya growled.
"Hm? Why—"
"To shut that smart mouth. Always talking back." His grin was sharp, wolfish. "You' ve been begging for this."
"I… wasn' t—"
"Stop being stubborn, baby. This one of mine won' t do you in."
"You bastard dog—!"
R didn' t finish. Reya thrust, silencing him with a sudden, searing fullness. The thick length pushed past parted lips, forcing his jaw wide, muffling his words into muffled moans. His eyes widened as Reya' s hand tangled in his short hair, pulling him closer, using his mouth as if it were made for this.
"Stop laughing, watch your teeth… I' m gonna fuck that mouth raw." Reya' s hips snapped, relentless, as wet sounds filled the room.
"Mmhh—!"
His throat flexed, desperate to accommodate. Spit and precum slicked his lips, dripping down his chin. Reya groaned, grabbing the headboard for leverage, shoving deeper, each thrust making R gag, making his eyes water.
"Fuck—so tight… Detective, you' re mine. All mine."
Moments later, Reya shifted, yanking him up by the arm and throwing him against the mattress. He flipped him effortlessly, pressing R face-down into the sheets, then dragging him back by the hips. One knee hitched up his thigh, forcing him open.
"Wait—ah! Not like—" R' s protest broke into a strangled cry as Reya pushed in, the stretch brutal, burning. His nails clawed at the bed, breath choking.
"Shh. You' ll take it. Every inch." Reya' s voice was gravel, low and feverish. He pressed forward mercilessly, sheathing himself to the hilt until their hips locked. R shook under him, toes curling.
"Too much—ah—!"
Reya only laughed, the sound dark, delighted. "Then clench tighter. I' ll fuck you until you forget your own name."
His hips slammed forward, pace savage, each thrust striking deep enough to make R jolt and cry out. Sweat slicked their bodies, skin crashing against skin, the room filled with the raw, wet sound of possession. Reya buried his face against R' s shoulder, panting raggedly.
"God—your ass won' t let me go," he groaned, shifting angle, striking harder, deeper. "You were made for me."
Pinned under him, R bit his lip until it bled, muffling screams as Reya drove harder, his body shaking with each merciless thrust. The younger man' s stamina was monstrous, unrelenting, dragging pleasure and pain into a spiral that left R trembling, gasping, half-broken.
"Reya—ahh! Too—too much!"
"You love it. Say it. You love it when I ruin you."
R could only sob, fingers white-knuckled in the sheets, body writhing as Reya pounded him ruthlessly. His cries bled into moans, voice breaking with each strike.
At last, Reya hauled him up, arms hooking under his knees, lifting him completely off the bed while still buried inside. R gasped, legs wrapped instinctively around Reya' s waist, clinging to broad shoulders as he was fucked mid-air. The mirror by the balcony reflected them—his flushed, ruined body bouncing helplessly on Reya' s cock, eyes glassy, mouth open.
"You' re mine," Reya hissed into his ear, pounding harder, his grip bruising. "Even drunk, even broken—you' re only mine."
R clawed at his back, teeth sinking into Reya' s shoulder with a muffled scream. The bite only made Reya thrust deeper, rougher, until R' s body convulsed around him, spilling messily between their stomachs, release soaking both of them.
"Fuck—yes, squeeze me—" Reya snarled, jerking deep one last time before spilling inside, heat flooding, spilling out in thick waves. Their bodies locked, trembling, until the last pulse eased.
When Reya finally lowered him onto the bed, R collapsed, limbs limp, face slack in exhausted sleep. The sheets were ruined, damp and messy with the aftermath. Reya leaned down, brushing sweat-damp hair from his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"…You' ll complain tomorrow about your sore body," he murmured softly, voice gentler now. He gathered the sleeping detective up in his arms, cradling him against his chest. Instead of laying him back in the mess, Reya carried him to the sofa, settling him down where it was cleaner.
The city lights shimmered beyond the window, but inside, there was only the steady sound of two hearts, still tangled together