WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
"Bastard," Rai muttered beneath his breath, the word slipping past his dry lips like a faint grievance into the heavy silence of the bedroom.
He lay there flat on his back, staring numbly up at the shadowed off-white paint of the ceiling while trying desperately to figure out how exactly he was supposed to proceed.
The main problem was that the insufferable bastard hovering directly above him was not moving so much as a single inch.
Zade just rested his weight squarely on his forearms and elbows, leaning over Rai like an immovable mountain, staring down at him with a broad, incredibly stupid smirk plastered boldly across his face.
The room was somewhat warm, dense, and suffocatingly heavy with lingering heat, smelling strongly of slick skin, sweat and recent intimacy.
Rai could feel every single agonizing inch of Zade's hot body pressing ruthlessly against his own, pressing him down to the tangled sheets.
