The moment Rome carried Reya' s heavy, drunken body inside, a radiant figure was already standing at the doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed, eyes scanning him from head to toe.
The big kid' s head dropped low, ready to collapse on the floor. The smell of alcohol filled the room, shifting the atmosphere instantly.
"Inspector… Reya said you weren' t home."
Rome gave a weak smile, hands trembling as he quickly laid the culprit down, ready to bolt at any second. After dropping the drunken mess onto the couch, he averted his eyes like a child caught red-handed.
"Called it off halfway… How the hell did you end up like this? No money, so where' d you even get the booze?"
Inspector R, already dressed for bed, stepped closer to the drunk, his narrow eyes narrowing further as he studied the flushed face. His lips twitched, annoyed yet worried all the same.
"Uh… well, someone treated us. That' s why he drank like there was no tomorrow. You know how stingy Reya is—if it' s free, he gulps it down." Rome' s eyes darted nervously, guilt written all over his face.
"Who? And why treat you? Don' t tell me he traded himself for drinks."
The inspector' s tone turned ice-cold, his sharp gaze dropping toward Reya' s lap. Rome flinched hard, shoulders hunching as though under an interrogation lamp.
"H-ha… ha… Yeah." A dry laugh escaped as sweat beaded down his forehead. He scratched his nape, trying to play it off, but only made the air heavier.
(You' re screwed, boss. Goodbye, buddy. That gun of yours is about to get chopped off by your wife, ha ha ha…) Rome' s secret glee danced in his eyes while his lips twitched in a sly grin, rooting for his friend' s doom.
An hour later
"Ughh… babe… Inspector… I' m cold."
Reya mumbled in his sleep, lips pale and trembling, hand fumbling at empty air before nuzzling weakly against R' s thigh.
"Of course you' re cold—you' ve been soaking in the tub for almost an hour."
Inspector R cast him a glance. The big man was curled up in the bath, body pale and shivering.
"Babe, I' m drunk… can' t move… help me out… Ow, why does my little guy hurt so much?"
He tried sitting up, but the sharp ache between his legs shot straight to his brain. His hand went down to clutch himself, face burning hotter.
"Shit… babe, my balls are swollen."
"Swollen bad? Maybe I should cut them off." R' s lips curved in a dangerous smirk, eyes fixed on the swollen sight before him.
"W-what!? Cut—AHHHH!!"
Reya shrieked, splashing water everywhere as he clamped his hands over himself. Then, panicking, he wrapped his arms around R' s leg, burying his face against him like a puppy begging mercy—unaware that the tight band squeezing him was R' s doing in the first place.
"Ughh… babe, it hurts."
R stroked his head, all too familiar with the man' s dramatic tricks.
"It should hurt. Left alone for a few days and you go running to someone else already?" His fingers tightened, nails digging into Reya' s scalp, forcing his face up to meet eyes that glowed with something darker than usual.
Reya bit his lip, heart racing at that demonic look he had never seen on R before. Fear prickled over his skin, yet his whole body responded—every part of him stirring, even the part he claimed hurt.
"Babe… check it for me, it' s killing me." Instead of tending to himself, his big hands caressed R' s long legs.
"The drunker you get, the more like a dog you act." R' s voice was cool, his gaze unyielding.
"I am your dog, babe. Love you, master." Reya chuckled nervously, trying to charm him.
But R only sneered, danger radiating stronger. Excitement sobered Reya fast as the inspector tugged harshly at his hair, forcing gasps and moans out of him. His hands roamed R' s thighs before clutching the firm roundness of his ass with greedy fingers.
"Like a mutt in heat, desperate to breed."
Reya yanked down the soft white pants in one go, baring the inspector completely.
"You like me this way, don' t you?" he teased with a wicked grin.
R' s hand gripped his jaw, but instead of fearing, Reya tilted his head and licked his wrist in submission. Both his hands kneaded the tight flesh he craved before diving lower, pressing his face between R' s thighs. His tongue lapped greedily, savoring every inch.
R had to brace himself on Reya' s shoulders as his legs were lifted, spread wide until he was nearly straddling the drunk' s neck.
"Mmm…" A soft moan escaped as Reya swallowed him whole, tongue swirling and lips sealing tight. R' s breath hitched, eyes narrowing in silent warning as his body shivered from the assault.
"Reya—put me down. Now."
"Mad at me? Why' d you dunk me in the tub so long? Why tie me up with that rubber band? If my thing breaks, what' ll you use, huh, babe?"
R' s gaze dropped at the erection that stood shamelessly defiant despite everything, lips pressing into a line. "Incorrigible."
Reya climbed out, throwing his arms around him with a laugh. Whatever mask R wore—angel or demon—Reya only wanted more.
"See? Who' d dare argue with you, babe?" he whispered into R' s neck, nudging him back step by step.
"Why drink yourself this stupid?"
"' Cause you weren' t here… I was lonely…" Reya slurred, eyes watery, tongue heavy even after all that mischief.
"And if being drunk led you to someone else?"
"Never! Never ever…" He pressed his nose into R' s neck, inhaling deeply. "I' m addicted to your scent. Only yours."
"Don' t lick me. Don' t sniff me either." R pushed his face back, but it didn' t stop him.
"Why not?" Reya pouted.
"Rome said some woman paid for your drinks."
"WHAT!?" His eyes went wide.
"In exchange for touching you…" R' s finger pointed downward.
"Hell no! Babe, you' re crazy. Me? Let some woman touch my flashlight? No way, not in a million years!" Reya shouted, clutching his crotch like a kid protecting candy.
"Rome said it himself."
"So you trust him more than your own man?" Reya' s voice shook with hurt. "You think I' m broke, huh? Well guess what—I paid. I treated everyone."
"With what money? You' re still asking me for chicken money."
"From selling game items… okay?" he muttered, looking away.
"Why avoid my eyes?"
"' Cause it' s true! I never traded my body. Never sold myself. This body' s yours alone… but you' d rather believe someone else than ask me. I' m mad now."
"You' re too drunk, aren' t you?"
"You drank with others and I never punished you…" Reya whined, on the verge of tears.
"Crying?"
"I' m drunk… sleepy… you smell like booze too… I' ll sleep on the couch. You go sleep in the room."
"Hey—"
Thud! Fwump!
Reya collapsed onto the couch, ignoring him no matter how soft his voice turned.