Later that night…
The condo door closed with a muffled click.
Ray wasted no time. He pushed Keerati hard against the wall, one arm locking tight around the detective' s waist. Their mouths crashed together, lips colliding in a hungry kiss. His tongue traced the edge of Keerati' s lips, sliding down to his throat, to his shoulder. The officer shuddered, hands instinctively lifting to hold the back of Ray' s head, though it did little to push him away.
Clothes were stripped in messy haste, tossed somewhere unseen. Two tall frames pressed tight, as if distance itself was unbearable. Every parting day had piled into this moment, into the feverish heat of skin rubbing against skin.
"Ray… slow down…" Keerati' s voice trembled, barely audible.
But Ray didn' t listen. His hand swept across Keerati' s damp forehead, pressing him harder against the wall. His lips bit and marked the curve of his neck, the edge of his shoulder—each touch dripping with hunger and longing.
The brush of his tongue stole away restraint, melting every shred of composure Keerati thought he had. For a fleeting second, the detective remembered the advice of someone who told him to seduce the Congressman' s son, to use lust as a weapon to secure victory. If he could tame Ray with his body, his career would skyrocket beyond the stars.
Keerati nearly laughed at the thought. Fate really was cruel. The two of them had always known each other through sex. Work, failures, triumphs—everything had been punctuated by it. Sex to console. Sex to survive. Sex to dominate. Perhaps that was just the nature of humans: to keep returning to this primal need.
Ray' s large hand combed through his short hair, forcing another deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, wet and desperate, pouring out every memory of loneliness. Harsh breaths filled the air, each exhale brushing over heated skin as Ray' s lips trailed lower, licking, claiming.
The younger man' s mouth moved below Keerati' s jawline, tracing his cheekbones, hovering dangerously over trembling lips. It was as if he wanted to crush them until they bled.
A strong hand tightened on Keerati' s slim waist, pulling him against Ray' s solid chest. Buttons scattered, the uniform jacket slipping away to reveal a body toned and tense. Veins rose along Ray' s neck and arms, his torso rippling with the kind of hunger that wanted to devour everything.
This was supposed to be a plan to extract secrets from a politician' s son. Yet Ray was the one tearing secrets out of him instead. No matter what words Keerati tried to summon, Ray wasn' t listening—consumed only by the need to taste, to claim, to drown himself in Keerati' s body.
It reminded him of addicts in prison—men trembling with withdrawal. Ray burned with that same fever, hands roaming every part of him, squeezing, kneading, grabbing as if the more he touched, the less he could let go. His kisses weren' t sweet; they were rough, bitter, almost toxic—an addict' s kiss, messy and desperate, but one that no human could refuse.
Keerati' s body betrayed him, reacting faster than thought. Every graze of Ray' s tongue—down his collarbone, across the cold metal nameplate of his police uniform—sent shivers cutting through his nerves. His lips curved into a dark smile, mouth parting to leave trails of saliva on Keerati' s chest, dripping hot down to his nipples.
"Ray—stop, it' s—filthy…"
The words barely escaped before a hot, wet lick silenced them.
"Ah—hah… s-shit…" Keerati' s breath broke into stuttered moans. His back arched against the wall, his groin pressed hard against Ray' s, their arousal straining through fabric, grinding together with painful need.
Ray' s hands worked fast, peeling the shirt from his shoulders. Cool air kissed bare skin only for Ray' s mouth to claim it immediately, licking down the ridges of muscle, following the lines of his abs. His tongue moved like fire—slow, thorough, yet unrelenting.
Keerati gasped, half in shock, half in surrender. His body leaned closer, helpless against the force of Ray' s embrace. Strong fingers traced his abdomen while lips teased lower, lower still. Their eyes locked—desire burning wild in Ray' s, reluctant submission trembling in Keerati' s.
Ray' s teeth grazed his lower lip, a silent show of hunger. Keerati swallowed hard, throat tight, heart beating out of rhythm.
Ray' s hand slipped to the waistband of his trousers, tugging at the zipper, pulling it down inch by inch. His body pressed flush against Keerati' s thighs. Hot lips traveled further—ankle, calf, inner knee—each touch slow and deliberate, paired with heavy hands stroking along toned legs.
Breath mingled, heat fused, and restraint shattered. Mouth, tongue, hands, skin—every piece of them tangled into one.
Ray pressed closer, chest to back, tongue sliding down his spine, trailing heat until it reached the curve of his hips. A firm grip tightened on his waist. Keerati shivered, unable to breathe steady, every nerve alight from Ray' s relentless attention.
Their mouths met again, crushing and wet. Hands knotted into hair. Keerati' s thighs parted instinctively, body arching into every push, every grind. The room spun with the sound of ragged breaths and broken moans.
The bed swallowed them both. Keerati' s strong legs were lifted, folded, spread wide as Ray leaned over him. Their bodies locked in rhythm, a pounding cadence that made Keerati cry out despite himself. Each thrust drove heat deeper, stretching him past reason, filling him with a sweet, agonizing fullness.
The sharp slap of skin against skin echoed in time with their gasps—
thrust after thrust, breath after breath.
Keerati' s fingers clawed at the sheets, the strength of a trained officer undone beneath Ray' s weight. His lips parted, words dissolving into raw, trembling cries.
Ray kissed him hard, swallowing those sounds, never letting him look away. Their mouths fought, devoured, until the world narrowed down to nothing but the violent beat of their hearts and the scorching union of their bodies.
Even as exhaustion crept in, their eyes burned with the same fire—an intimacy carved not from tenderness, but from the raw truth that no one else could make them feel like this.
Ray' s body moved with a hunger that bordered on desperate, yet every thrust carried a rhythm—harsh, relentless, but unbearably intimate. The weight of him pressed Ar into the mattress, every inch of muscle and heat claiming him, pinning him against the sheets that were already damp with sweat.
"F…uck—Ar…" Ray' s voice was hoarse, half a growl, half a plea. "You drive me insane."
Ar' s back arched as the next strike forced a broken sound out of him. His fingers clawed at Ray' s shoulders, sometimes pulling him closer, sometimes pushing as though the intensity was too much to bear. His breath came in shudders, his chest rising and falling wildly beneath the weight pressing him down.
"Don' t—ahh—don' t talk, just move…" Ar' s voice cracked, his words dissolving into moans as Ray obeyed, hips crashing forward with renewed force.
The air between them thickened with heat, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room like an unrelenting drumbeat. Every time Ray pulled back, the tight heat threatened to swallow him whole, every push burying him deeper into the fragile surrender Ar could no longer resist.
"You feel… too damn good," Ray rasped against the curve of Ar' s neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hand slid beneath Ar' s thigh, pushing it higher, spreading him wider until the angle had Ar crying out, head falling back onto the pillow.
"Ray—! Ahhh—stop—no, don' t stop—!" His words tangled, contradiction after contradiction spilling from swollen lips.
Ray' s laugh was low, dark, his sweat dripping down to mix with Ar' s. "You say stop, but your body' s begging me for more."
Another thrust tore a strangled cry from Ar' s throat, his body trembling violently beneath the overwhelming pace. His legs shook, trying to hold on, but Ray hooked his arms under them, lifting his hips higher off the bed until he had no choice but to surrender completely.
Their breaths collided, sharp and uneven, every kiss a mixture of desperation and punishment. Ray' s mouth claimed Ar' s lips, then his jaw, then the hollow of his throat, never giving him room to breathe without being branded by his hunger.
The sheets twisted, tangled around Ar' s wrists as he gripped them for dear life. His vision blurred, sparks bursting behind his eyelids with every punishing thrust that struck the deepest parts of him.
"Ray—! Too much—!"
"Take it," Ray snarled, forehead pressed to Ar' s. "Take everything—I' m not letting you go this time."
The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the storm of their bodies colliding, the guttural sounds of pleasure and torment mixing until neither could tell them apart.
When Ar thought he could take no more, Ray' s pace slowed—only to grind deeper, slower, dragging out the agony of pleasure until Ar' s nails raked down his back.
"Fuck, you' re mine, Ar…" Ray' s voice was raw, trembling with emotion hidden beneath the heat of lust. "No one else. Not anymore."
Ar' s answer came not in words but in the way his body tightened, pulling Ray deeper still, his cry breaking into sobs of surrender and need.
And Ray—driven half-mad by the sight, by the feel, by the reality of Ar beneath him—thrust harder, faster, until both of them were consumed by the blinding rush, collapsing into each other with ragged breaths, sweat-soaked skin, and a fire that refused to die even as exhaustion dragged them under
The condo door clicked shut softly. R wasted no time. He lunged forward, seizing the officer' s waist with both hands, pulling him flush against his body. Their mouths collided in a bruising kiss, hungry and deep, lips and tongues clashing as if trying to devour one another. His lips trailed down to the officer' s neck, biting along the line of his shoulder until the man had no choice but to cradle R' s head against him.
Clothes were stripped off in a frenzy, falling to the floor in a forgotten heap. Two tall frames pressed together, chest to chest, desperate as though they could fuse into one. The long separation had left their bodies aching, and every touch burned with longing.
"R… slow down…" the officer gasped, voice already breaking.
But R didn' t hear—or didn' t care. His palm brushed across the other' s damp forehead before he pushed him back into the wall, lips and teeth grazing the neck and collarbone, biting in sharp bursts. Each touch carried hunger, lust, and unspoken desperation.
A slick tongue teased, curling around a sensitive spot, sucking until the man' s restraint nearly shattered. Rational thoughts dissolved, vanishing along with any advice about cozying up to a politician' s son for the sake of the case. None of that mattered now—not when the only thing in front of him was R' s feral need.
The officer thought, almost bitterly amused, If sex with this man is the job, then my career is already skyrocketing beyond the stars.
Sex had always been the beginning and the end with R. Their first encounter was sex, their daily lives tangled in sex. Comfort, success, failure—everything tied back to it. Maybe that was just human nature, maybe it was just them.
Strong fingers threaded into his short hair, yanking him into another deep kiss. Lips meshed, tongues swirled, drowning in each other' s taste. Hot breaths tangled, bodies grinding together, sweat mixing with skin.
R' s mouth trailed lower, brushing his jawline, nibbling close to lips trembling as if waiting for a punishing kiss to split them apart. His large hand squeezed the officer' s narrow waist, peeling away the upper half of his uniform until only trousers clung stubbornly to his hips. The sight of the broad chest, muscles taut and veins carved across arms and abdomen, made R look like a predator ready to devour him whole.
This wasn' t an interrogation. This was addiction. R' s hands roamed everywhere, greedy, desperate, like a man starved. Even when pushed away, he only returned harder, hungrier, never breaking from the bruising kiss. The taste wasn' t sweet—it was sharp, bitter, messy—but it was real, and both of them needed it.
R' s tongue licked everything, shameless, even dragging across the police badge still pinned to the half-stripped shirt. The officer shivered, watching as the wet muscle traced lower, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. R grinned, heat pouring from every expression, then latched onto a hardened peak, sucking until slick spit dripped down over the sensitive nub.
"Disgusting…" the officer hissed, face twisting.
R only smirked, tongue darting lower.
"Ahh… nghh… f*ck—"
The sound of slick licks filled the room as his mouth wandered further down, pressing the officer into the wall while their groins ground together, straining through layers of fabric until both bulges throbbed painfully.
Pinned hands clutched at R' s hair, trying to drag him away, but the man' s strength was unyielding. The pressure made the officer' s heart race, body trembling uncontrollably.
R' s touch stripped away the last of his restraint. The shirt fell, and cool air hit bare skin before R' s mouth descended on it, licking down from collarbone to chest, tongue tracing along every ridge of muscle. His lips and tongue mapped each dip of the officer' s torso, tasting salt and heat, teasing down toward the waistband.
The officer trembled, caught between shock and surrender. His breath hitched as R' s hand slid lower, tugging at his trousers, easing the zipper down with torturous slowness. Their eyes locked—one filled with hunger, the other with reluctant need.
R pressed him harder into the wall, mouth tracing down his spine, licking along the curve of his back until reaching the firm swell below. His big hand kneaded possessively, while his hips rolled forward, grinding insistently against him. Sweat, skin, and scent filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
The officer' s breath stuttered. His body betrayed him, shuddering with every touch. R' s hand held his waist firmly as the other slipped lower, aligning with dangerous intent. Lips and tongue continued their path, coaxing every shiver, every moan.
"Ah—ahh… nghh!"
With a forceful thrust, R breached him, the sudden intrusion pulling a strangled cry from his throat. His belly tightened, the stretch almost unbearable, and he clutched at R' s arms with trembling fingers.
"F*ck… R… it hurts—"
"Don' t fight me," R growled against his ear, hips slamming forward, burying deeper.
Each withdrawal showed glistening red, each push forcing his body wider, claiming him without mercy. The officer writhed, face contorted in pain and ecstasy, his cries mixing with the sound of flesh colliding.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The rhythm grew relentless. Sweat dripped, sheets twisted, hands clutched until knuckles turned white. The officer' s body arched helplessly, moans spilling no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.
R kissed him again, crushing their mouths together, tongues clashing. One hand pinned his wrists above his head, the other guiding his hips into every merciless thrust.
Their bodies moved in sync, desire drowning out reason. Every grind, every shove, every desperate kiss pulled them deeper into a haze where only the two of them existed.
R pulled back just enough to stare into his partner' s eyes, lips curling into a wicked grin. "You' re mine tonight."
The officer bit his lip, groaning through clenched teeth, his body trembling beneath R' s unrelenting pace.
Sweat slicked their skin, muscles straining, hearts pounding. The bed creaked, their gasps tangled, the heat between them unbearable. Every moment, every shuddering breath was proof of the hunger neither could deny.
When their lips met again, it wasn' t gentle—it was desperate, claiming, sealing them in a world where nothing else mattered.