"Rey."
"…"
"Talk to me first."
"He' s drunk… I can' t anymore… my dick hurts…" Rey' s voice was weak, eyes shut as he breathed heavily.
The big man on the couch turned to face the backrest, back to his elder, sulking like a stubborn pup—buzzed but refusing to sleep.
Inspector R stood with arms crossed in front of the couch, his tall, broad shadow drowning out the warm light in the room. His sharp gaze pressed down on the oversized pup.
"Are you really sulking?" His tone softened.
Reya clamped his mouth shut, eyes closed, pretending to sleep with a pout. R reached for the waistband of his own pajama pants, tugging them slightly down.
"…Forgot to take these off. Usually someone does it for me."
Reya' s ears perked up. He peeked with one eye at the pale inspector as the man slid his pajama bottoms down, left only in a thin, fitted white shirt, legs bare and long in the light.
Fwip— Reya flipped over, facing inward. His lips pressed tight as his eyes trailed from the heap of pants by the inspector' s feet, up the smooth thighs, to the snug white shorts clinging to pale skin, cupping the familiar heat he' d once held in his hands.
The drunk man lifted his gaze with a lazy, pleading whine, fingers brushing over his own lower belly.
"…It hurts."
R only shook his head at the cunning act, rubbing his temple as if to ease a headache.
"Get up."
Reya tried, turning his handsome face back toward him. His eyes were red from the alcohol, yet glittered with mischief, lips pouting pitifully.
"You made me sore…"
The inspector' s brow twitched. "Funny, you never whine like this when you' re the one fucking me." The teasing words slipped out with a chuckle, his sharp eyes flickering, surrendering to Reya' s taunt. The younger man' s cheeks flushed red as R straddled his thick thigh, his bare lower half pressing close.
"You trust Rome more than me…"
Reya rolled onto his back, tugging his shorts lower with trembling fingers. His voice cracked with a sob, pitiful as could be—though not a single tear came. A performance, nothing less.
Inspector R pressed his slender fingers down against the swollen, angry-red shaft that had brought him more than enough trouble, lips curling faintly. "Tch… serves you right."
Reya tilted his head up, eyes wide and puppy-like, pleading at his master' s handsome face. "Babe… I' m sulking." His strong arms grabbed R' s wrists, dragging the pale, half-naked body higher onto him until long legs straddled his waist, their shafts brushing and grinding lightly together.
"Every day with you gives me a headache."
Reya' s lips stretched into a sloppy grin, eyes heavy and hazy with liquor. He took the inspector' s slender fingertip to his lips, sniffed it, nibbled like a dog with a bone, then burst into laughter—forgetting entirely what he was sulking about.
The inspector hadn' t indulged in anything this reckless for a long while. His free hand drifted lower, brushing over the swollen mound where the mutt-in-heat claimed he was being squeezed too tight. Long fingers dragged sharp nails down the tense length, tracing the raised veins, teasing the flushed tip glistening wet.
"Ahh—fuck… Officer…" Reya' s voice broke into a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
"What is it, you stubborn mutt?"
"I… I feel it. Feels so good…"
"So what if you do?"
"Turn around. Let me lick you."
"You' re not licking me."
"Mmmhh—ahh~"
The inspector' s patience was thin tonight. He refused to play along with the shameless drunk sprawled across his lap, punishing him instead by making him sit up and watch as his pretty superior teased him mercilessly.
Snatch!
In one swift pull, Reya dragged the officer down, burying his face against the flat chest, hands locked under his arms. His hot mouth latched onto a small peak, tongue flicking hard until the slender body shuddered violently. Kirit tried to push him away, back arching, but the harder he resisted, the harder that wicked mouth bit and sucked right through the thin fabric.
A sharp gasp tore out, blending with the lewd sound of kisses so wet they almost devoured him whole. Reya bit down hard enough to make him jolt.
"Ah—d-don' t bite there…" Kirit' s protest only seemed to spur him on.
Slurp! Reya sucked greedily, tongue swirling like he meant to drain every drop of sweetness out of him.
"So sweet… and that' s all you' ve got?" he muttered hoarsely, squeezing until pale skin flushed pink.
"Stop that!" Kirit' s voice trembled, half embarrassment, half pleasure, but he was quickly pinned back against the plush couch.
"Ride it, baby. It' s so hard it' s gonna explode." Reya' s whisper brushed hot against his ear, followed by a rough grind of his hips.
"Then let it explode. Serves you right," Kirit growled through clenched teeth, but his nails dug deep into Reya' s shoulder, leaving angry red streaks.
Reya only laughed breathlessly, nipping at his chin. "Tch, so rude, Inspector."
"You' ll pay for that…" The officer' s low snarl came with a hard grind of his hips that made him gasp.
"Ooh—what are you gonna do? I' m so scared~"
"Right here…" The words broke, his handsome face dipping low into the shadows, hot breath spilling over tender skin.
Fwump—his broad palm slid under the hem, claiming with fierce pressure that made Kirit tremble.
"Uhhhnn—" His long fingers peeled back the flushed head and rubbed hard at the sensitive ridge, sending Reya' s body jerking, face twisted in ecstasy. That angelic smile from before was gone—what straddled him now was a devil with black wings, gripping his swollen cock like a hostage.
Reya' s hand roamed over the inspector' s firm hips, kneading, squeezing, lifting him off the mattress slightly. A cocky grin spread across his lips.
"Let me feel you too." His voice was rough, eyes blazing with hunger.
"I thought you were drunk." Kirit' s voice wavered, though his body betrayed him, hard and trembling.
"Drunk men can still fuck," Reya said, shoving closer, holding the smaller body tight against him.
"And if I ask… who' s on top?" The officer tried to sound steady, though his breath was already faltering.
"I' ll just lie here, stiff as a board, and let you ride me. Punish your disobedient dog, Inspector—ride me hard~" His wicked tone was shameless, lips biting down playfully as every inch of his body pressed closer.
Hands roamed deliberately up and down curves, squeezing at his ass until Kirit almost moaned aloud. The young inspector' s once-clear eyes burned with heat, every fiber of his body answering the call.
Reya nuzzled and licked at pale skin, eyes glazed with lust, before reaching lower to stroke his cock. His palm worked it slow, slick, precum smearing down his hand.
"It' s swollen…" Kirit frowned, which only made Reya grin wider.
"That' s what happens when you tie it off like some kinky idiot. Got mad 'cause you thought I let someone else touch me?"
"You bastard…"
"Relax. It' s just big. Try putting it in before you complain~"
The officer shifted back in protest, but Reya held him tight, fingers pressing possessively at his hips.
"God, you' re insatiable. The drunker you get, the filthier you are."
"Heh… I can' t live without you, Inspector. Don' t you know? I can' t do this with anyone else." Reya' s whisper was hot against his ear, large hand cupping his face, thumb grazing his lips.
"What if I die?"
"Then I' ll jerk off in front of your picture every night," he said without a trace of shame.
"You—idiot…" Kirit groaned, struggling against the iron grip.
"When are you gonna put it in? You' ll rub it raw at this rate~" Reya teased, sliding his hands up and down.
"Shut up—"
"Heh. I wanna kiss you, but I reek of alcohol. Guess I' ll settle for this." He pulled Kirit' s face down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
"At least you know," Kirit muttered.
"But I still wanna taste you."
Smack! His broad shoulder took a firm slap for mouthing off.
"Quit being filthy."
"Then let me inside. It hurts, see? I' m dripping here."
"It' s red and swollen—"
"' Cause you tied it off with a rubber band, dumbass. You' re just as kinky as me." Reya laughed, hefting him up closer.
"Don' t shove it in—it' s too big."
"Got lube?"
"Bedroom."
"Who' s walking that far? I' m horny now. Sit on my face, let me use my tongue."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I' ll come too fast."
"Then good. Lube problem solved," he whispered, stroking his hips with both hands.
"God… how am I supposed to deal with you when you' re drunk and this obscene?"
"Easy. Just spread your legs on my face. I' ll shut up." Reya smirked, tugging him down by the waist.
"You damned mutt…" Kirit breathed, trembling all over.
Reya grinned wide, red eyes glinting, lifting his hips until the inspector straddled him low, cock brushing his nose. The slender body crouched above his face, one hand gripping the couch, the other holding his own length, thighs tense on either side of Reya' s head. The bastard lay back smug, palms kneading his ass and tugging him lower toward the waiting tongue.
"Don' t hover. Sit down already," he growled, licking his lips as he spread the pale cheeks, revealing the tight pink ring that twitched with every breath.
The inspector frowned down, equal parts disgusted and turned on. That lecherous gleam promised nothing normal. After all, this was the same idiot who tied his cock off with a rubber band. Who knew what he' d pull next?
"I hate that shameless look of yours the most."
Reya only laughed, breath hot against the sensitive entrance. "Which look? The one staring at your faceor the one staring at your hole, Inspector~?"
"If I took your collar off, what would you do?"
Reya chuckled, eyes gleaming wicked. "Even without it… I' m still in heat. A dog in heat doesn' t go anywhere."
"I don' t wanna see your filthy eyes when you do this."
"Sixty-nine, babe~"
"What nonsense—" Kirit muttered, but the moment he turned back, Reya' s tongue was already dragging over his balls, up the pale length.
"umm"
Just as promised, his foul mouth went quiet when it was busy licking, leaving only hot breaths ghosting around his rim.
Kirit stiffened as the tongue pressed harder, greedy, relentless.
"Ahh—hnngh"
Slurp, slop..
"D-don' t shove it all at once"
Flick!
"Uhhhnn—"
The pervert shoved his tongue deep, prying him open with both hands, nose grinding against the twitching rim. Kirit' s slim body crumpled forward, collapsing beside Reya' s throbbing cock. Escape was impossible.
"Ahh s-stop stretching me.."
Sluurrrpp!
"Hhhaaahhh!"