The little troublemaker smiled widely, flashing those perfect white teeth. Every time he grinned like that, he seemed to reach straight for my heart.
He knelt, lowering my pants gently, taking care as if performing a meticulous ritual. How could someone be so mischievous, yet so effortlessly enticing? He tilted his head, locking eyes with me, teasing with that playful little tongue, pressing soft kisses along my body.
"Ah… do you like that?"
"Mmm…"
The soft, playful gestures made me smile at him, watching him act so cheeky, so affectionate, so daring and yet, so constrained by the world around him. He was used to rules, obligations, and expectations, not just doing whatever he wanted.
"Enough… I want to kiss you," I said, cupping his cheek after he teased me so shamelessly.
He laughed softly, the sound warm and light, as I helped him stand, holding his face gently so our noses brushed together. That mischievous grin spread across his face, bright and sincere.
"You take such good care of me. I've never felt this good before," he whispered, his voice soft, as I trailed a tender kiss along his neck, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
His chest pressed against me, and I kissed him with care. He let out a small sigh of pleasure.
"I… love you," he murmured.
I wanted to say the same, all the time, but the more he spoke, the more I feared the moment might one day disappear.
I helped him settle closer, adjusting our positions so we were comfortable and close, our faces inches apart, sharing tender, teasing kisses.
"Ah…" he gasped softly.
He shivered at my touch, reacting instinctively to every careful movement I made. I avoided certain words, but I expressed my care in actions instead, guiding him, comforting him, making sure he felt cherished.
His hands found mine, holding them in his lap, and he smiled shyly yet boldly.
"You're acting strange today," he whispered, laughing softly.
Oung-ing wrapped his slender arms around my neck, his big, glistening eyes locking with mine, sending a clear message without a word. We fit together effortlessly and far too quickly. His pale, tattooed body shifted against mine, moving with a teasing rhythm, pressing closer without hesitation.
"Ahhh… mmm…"
Our bodies pressed together again. Though we had only known each other for a short while, it felt like we had been searching for each other for a long time, finally finding this happiness in front of us. Everything seemed to fall into place perfectly even now, he could read my mind. Oung-ing knew I was anxious, though perhaps I didn't even know why.
"Are you going to space out, or should I take over?" the little rascal teased, a daring challenge in his tone. No one could ever resist someone that beautiful.
"You want it that badly? Naughty, aren't you, little miss?"
"Ahh! Oh! Ahhh!"
Thump-thump-thump… swoosh!
"Huff… huff… I'm sorry for being so responsive… it's all your fault, making me feel this way. You make me feel… good… and… wanting more… you have to take responsibility! Ahh! Oh! Ahhh!"
Swoosh!
Ahhhh!
"Of course… I'll take responsibility for everything I can."
…
"Fahsai, where have you been? Why didn't you answer my calls?"
The twins barged into the room, full of questions. Honestly, I had no idea where my phone had gone I probably left it somewhere.
"I think I lost it… can't find it anywhere."
"Ah, whatever. But what happened to your neck? It's red."
"Nothing."
"Someone leave a mark?"
"Not at all."
"Did you bring a girl up here or something?"
"Nope."
"Very suspicious. No outsiders can enter unless the owner contacts the building office."
"So what?" The twins suddenly went on the offensive, scrutinizing me. I froze sweaty and uneasy, not daring to meet their gaze. They hadn't exactly been invited to check up on the guy who had just been with someone.
"Oung-ing…" Ming started, but I cut him off, maybe to get half the punishment off me… I was nervous as hell.
"Hey, I didn't mean to. I didn't force anything he just drank a lot…"
"And?"
"So we…"
"So?"
"I mean… don't squeeze me like that. I'm just a guy, okay? Your friend is… irresistible. Who wouldn't be tempted?" I wasn't a saint, and honestly, he was just too appealing to resist.
"Damn it…" Ming groaned, his face tightening, no longer playful.