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"Ah—"
Yuder's lips parted around a trembling moan, shoulders jerking as if he couldn’t contain the surge tearing through him.
"...hah...ah..."
His back arched so violently, as a ragged cry ripping free despite the way he bit down hard on his lip. His hands clawed helplessly at the sheets, knuckles white, but the sounds still bled out—shaky and raw, betraying the way his body writhed beneath the weight of sensation.
"Ha..."
A deep groan tore from Kishiar’s throat, his hips jerking forward, body trembling with the weight of his instincts.
Their voices clashed and tangled, Yuder’s trembling moans mixing with Kishiar’s guttural groans—until they melted into something that filled the room, thick and relentless. Gasps, moans, shuddering breaths rose and fell together, a rhythm neither could fight, but it was raw enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.
Kishiar leaned closer, the heat emitting from his body suffocating, and utterly dangerous. A drawn-out groan escaped him again as his hips thrust forward again, body shuddering. Yuder’s head tipped back helplessly, exposing the pale line of his throat, the next sound that spilled from him was strangled—half-gasp, and half-plea, as if even his will had surrendered to the man above him.
The air was saturated with sounds and wet moans, the sound of wet skin slamming against skin, until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Yuder’s broken whimper was swallowed by Kishiar’s lips over and over, their voices echoing against each other in a rhythm neither had chosen, but both were powerless to resist.
Yuder’s arms trembled when he lifted them, the strength long since drained from them, yet he still managed to loop them around Kishiar’s neck as if holding on was the only thing keeping him upright.
Kishiar’s mouth devoured his without hesitation. His teeth sinking into the red flesh of his lips as if in claiming.
The kiss was so deep and consuming, leaving Yuder barely able to draw breath between the relentless press of lips, the movement of their tongues and the heat that followed. A faint, unsteady sound escaped him before he could suppress it. His fingers tightened instinctively, nails digging into Kishiar’s broad shoulders as though seeking something solid to anchor himself to and not to be drawn into this consuming heat, thin red lines appeared against Kishiar’s white skin where Yuder’s nails had dragged.
But Kishiar didn't register that minor sensation. His body moved as if by instinct, one hand rose to cradle the back of Yuder’s head, his touch unexpectedly gentle, a whole contrast to the brutal and aggressive thrusts of his hips. His fingers threading through the black strands of yuder's hair, steadying him with a care that sharply contrasted the intensity of the kiss itself. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the contact, slow but utterly deliberate, as though he had decided there was nowhere else he wished to be.
Yuder’s lashes trembled violently as he felt the change immediately, the air surrounding the man turning into something more heavier, and more possessive. It made his fingers tighten again without thinking, his nails pressing deeper into Kishiar’s shoulders. A small bead of blood welled where they broke the skin.
His arms did not loosen from around Kishiar’s neck. Instead, he pulled him closer, wrapping his legs around the man’s hips as if silently urging him to go even more deeper. Kishiar feeling the faint tremor running through the young man body's beneath him, drew him nearer and without hesitation his grip tightened as his movements grew stronger, his hips driving forward with more force than before.
The sudden intensity tore a helpless moan from Yuder's lips, the sound muffled between their lips as the kiss deepened, his hold around Kishiar tightening as though he had no intention of letting him go.
Amid the rising heat, a single thought pierced through the haze clouding Yuder’s mind.
' More.'
He wanted more—more of the man who held him as though the world beyond them had already begun to fade, as though letting go would mean losing something that could never be reclaimed.
★★★
Drip… drip… drip…
"Mm..."
Yuder stirred beneath the sheets, rolling restlessly as the faint sounds touched his ears. The first thing he registered as he removed the blanket from above his head was the wet sounds, the soft patter of water against tile slipped into the silence, tugging him from sleep.
…Water?
His chest tightened in confusion, he lived alone. No one should be in his apartment let alone using his shower. His lashes fluttered open, confusion sharp in his mind. He blinked awake, the dim light of dawn brushing the edge of the curtains, and lay still, listening.
The water continue go pours on, soft yet insistent, breaking the silence of the morning. It felt strangely intimate, a reminder of another presence moving just out of sight. Yuder turned his head toward the bathroom door, half-lidded eyes narrowing, his body still heavy with sleep. Every splash seemed sharper than it should, echoing in his ears, dragging him fully into wakefulness.
Yuder lay still, his body rigid beneath the weight of silence broken only by the steady hiss of water. The sheets clung damply to his skin as if his body still remembered heat that wasn’t there, and his dry throat ached with the effort of swallowing.
He was utterly confused, yet slowly and painful, he pushed himself upright, breath caught in his chest. The room was dim, the edges blurred by shadows, but he could tell, everything looked unfamiliar—the arrangement of the furniture, the large bed, the nightstand next to the bed, the faint scent in the air that wasn’t his, everything was unfamiliar as if he was in a totally different place.
Drip… drip… drip…
His heart pounded harder, the soft drip of water echoed again from the door leading to the shower, a tremor ran through him as he finally snapped back to reality.
Who is in there? And why the hell am i in such a place?
He scanned the room, searching for anything, clothes scattered, or a misplaced belonging—but nothing gave him an answer. The more he looked, the more he realized.
this wasn’t his room at all.
Yuder throw the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet brushing against a floor far cooler than he expected. The chill jolted him, but the real shock came when he tried to rise—his knees crumpled uselessly beneath him, and he collapsed with a thud.
“...What?”
The word barely formed in his throat. His legs felt hollow, as if all strength had been siphoned away, an imaginable pain tore through his lower body, deep and raw, radiating up his spine until his vision blurred. For a one staggering heartbeat he was certain something inside him had broken.
Every shallow breath dragged fire through his lungs, making his ribs ache. Sweat prickled across his skin despite the cold floor, damp hair clinging to his temple. His fingers curled tight against the sheets, trembling as he fought to ground himself, nails scraping faintly as if that pressure alone could anchor him.
The sound of water surged louder, hammering in his ears, pressing against the edges of silence until it drowned out thought. It seeped into him, relentless, like it meant to flood every vein.
No. No time for this. Not now.
He forced his jaw tight, teeth grinding, as he tried so desperately to steady the frantic rhythm of his chest.
Clothes. Where are my clothes?
His instincts screamed, muscles twitching with the demand to move, to get away—yet his body remained stubbornly heavy, refusing to obey. With great effort, Yuder forced his body to move, each shift of muscle dragging a fresh wave of pain through him as he staggered out of the bedroom, only to stop short in his steps.
His clothes were strewn carelessly across the floor, scattered as if a storm had torn through. For a moment, he could only stare, speechless, his chest tightening with something he couldn’t name. As his feet carried him forward on instinct, each step of his was unsteady, he gathered the pieces one by one with trembling hands, forcing his aching body into them, every movement rough and graceless.
“Ugh…”
The groan slipped out as his ribs protested, as though his body itself was screaming against him. Still, he pressed on. At the entrance, he shoved his feet into his shoes, his fingers clumsy against the laces, and with a final push, he opened the door wide and stepped outside without looking back.
★★★
What the hell happened last night?
Yuder stood frozen in the elevator, totally dumbfounded. Something definitely had happened in that room—he could feel it in every aching muscle of his body—but he didn’t want to admit it, Because he couldn’t even remember a single fragment of what happened. His mind reached back, desperate for clarity, but the last thing he recalled was the day of the company’s foundation anniversary, hosted by a friend's family acquaintance.
He hadn’t even wanted to attend. When Gakane first asked him, Yuder refused outright—he had neither the time nor the energy for such useless and noisy things. But Kanna feeling sorry for the poor gakane who'll have to attend such an event alone had volunteered to go, but unfortunately, on the morning of the event, Kanna called both yuder and gakane, her voice weak and drained of her usual energy, saying she was too sick to attend and is currently hospitalised. So she begged so desperately alongside Gakane for yuder to go, but yuder still refused until gakane literally started crying saying that he too didn't want to go but was forced to so Yuder reluctantly gave in.
He also wasn't in his best condition that day and was feeling languid and utterly mad at the slightest word. But he agrees to go under one condition, that he would leave as soon as the host’s speech was over even if gakane was swamped by other people and Gakane as id someone had finally tossed him a lifeline agreed without hesitation.
That much Yuder remembered it clearly.
The host speech itself had been endless, dragging on so long that Yuder began to wonder if the host mistook it for the main event. When it finally ended, Yuder wanted nothing more than to leave because of the continuous headache, yet Gakane managed to keep him there longer than he intended. By the time the party was winding down, Yuder slipped out of the hall, determined to go home and to make gakane pay for breaking his promise.
But on his way toward the stairs, he spotted a lone figure staggering in the corridor. At first, he dismissed it as some drunk guest and walked on thinking the hotel employees will help him. Yet the man swayed so badly, Yuder thought he might tumble down the steps and snap his neck before anyone could noticed. Against his better judgment, he turned back to help.
He remembered asking if the man was with someone, or if there was anyone he could call for him.
But there No answer.
The man only kept one hand pressed against his face, as though hiding it, while the other kept on shoving Yuder away. Irritation prickled at him. So Yuder grabbed the man’s arm, pushing it down, trying to steady him, while he supported his body against his using his other arm.
God, he’s heavy…
Too heavy for Yuder to lift or support alone. He glanced around, searching for help, but the corridor was strangely empty, not a single employee was there.
How could there be no one in such a vast and busy place?
Steeling himself, Yuder turned back to the man.
“Sir, please, pull yourself together. Do you maybe have any reservations?”
“Reservation…”
The man echoed in a hoarse whisper, fumbling clumsily with his coat pocket. Yuder remembered taking out a key from the inside of the man's pocket and dragging him toward the room upstairs.
But After that—everything dissolved into a blur fragments.
He had intended to leave the man in the room and go straight home after informing the employee about his condition. But from the moment the door closed behind him, everything went dark. He couldn’t remember a single thing after that.
And the strangest part—yuder wasn't even drunk. So why did he collapse, and why couldn’t he recall what happened at all? The very thought was absurd.
let's forget whatever this was. The First things I need to do now, is to go home immediately.
He was utterly exhausted, every muscle in his body screamed for rest. Besides, It wasn’t as if they would ever meet again—and he didn’t even know what the man looked like. The only detail burned into Yuder’s memory was the striking shimmer of golden hair… and the fleeting, bewildering softness of it as it brushed against his cheek.
TBC