What if you met a person who has a double-sided personality?
Mew Suppasit is a cool and popular kid who loves fame and attention. He's constantly named "perfect guy" with his appearance, wealth, and his clean records. But his serene life got intrude...
"You're into BDSM?" The latter's skin shivered at the sudden sensation that Mew gave him. He observed the room full of kinky stuff. There were corners filled with costumes, ties, and ropes. The dark red light illuminated the whole room, though, it was dark, he could see very clearly what those do.
"No..." His voice, almost a whisper, resonated next to his ear. He grabbed his shoulders and snaked his arms on the younger's waist. Space wasn't standing between them. He didn't spare him a breath that captivated his lips, harshly. There was a burning desire that's beginning to spread like wildfire. Yet, they maintained themselves from their lustrous cravings.
Starting to grow fond of their lips touching, Mew pulled him away. Their bodies that were about to ignite were spoiled by Mew, making him groan with desperation.
"I kill" The older felt the man in front of him hitch his breath. He loved the reaction that he delivered. There, the psycho in him thrives for more. He wanted fear to be displayed, however, he was flabbergasted by the latter's unexpected smirk.
"Oh, darling... Don't let the other side know. Or else, you'll be tired of finding me. If you brought me here to kill me, then... Let me kill you first" Gulf's voice was low, seductive. But his raging aura was beasty and venomous.
Silence corrupted the darkroom, only their constant heavy breathing can be heard.
They were being themselves, and nothing could stop them from their desires.
Mew, then on said, "If we have the same agenda... Why don't be partners, instead?"
The younger was quiet. Mew wanted to know his answers, so he read his galaxy eyes. Nevertheless, his face was hard to read, so Mew couldn't reap what he was thinking about. "What would I gain from it?"
Mew slowly, with inadequate speed, licked his upper lip. "Guilty pleasure, starving lust, and loving pain" Mew's lips touched the younger's forehead softly, but it was clear where it would go.
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