WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
Zade hadn't actually been serious at first. It had started as mere teasing.
But watching Rai immediately begin to whine, his entire body tensing as he tried to shove Zade away? God, that stubborn resistance was doing things to Zade's self-control. Suddenly, he really, really wanted to do it.
"Take your hand off," Rai grumbled, his voice a sharp friction in the quiet bedroom.
Zade didn't listen. Instead, his hand, which had been loosely wrapped around Rai's waist, began to sneak upward, sliding beneath the soft fabric of Rai's pajama shirt.
His fingertips grazed the bare skin of Rai's chest for a fleeting, teasing second before swiftly reversing direction. In one fluid, practiced motion, Zade's hand dived straight under the waistband of Rai's pants.
Panicking, Rai began to writhe and shift, desperate to prevent Zade from gaining a proper grasp on his cock. But Rai's coordination was entirely compromised by his frantic state.
