𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 // ꜱᴀʀᴀᴡᴀᴛ ✕ ᴛɪɴᴇ

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"D-Duke Sarawat.." Tines breath hitched in his throat.

"How coincidental to meet you here." He spoke in an alluring manner, his eyes slowly following his figure.

"I take it that you're my customer then?" Tine swallowed hard, hiding his excitement. But the nerves in his face and the tips of his fingertips tingled.

"It seems so." He nodded, eyes finally meeting the other's. "Do your services include party chaperoning as well?" Tine knew he was referring to Duke Adonis.

"Possibly." He brushed the man off, smoothing his shirt down. Sarawat pulled the door closed behind him and began undoing his jacket.

"Not a talker." He scoffed under his breath, swiftly slipping out of his jacket.

"I think we both know you're not here to talk, sir." Tine walked back until he felt the back of his ankles touch the bed. Sarawat took a step closer with every step back.

"Oh yeah?" The dominant back closed the gap between their bodies, their faces inches apart. "And why don't you tell me what I'm here for- No." He paused, eyeing Tine's lips. "Show me."

Tine's heart was beating out of his chest, the butterflies were running wild. The heavy tension was dizzying. "I-" Sarawat's breath grazed Tine's lips as he attempted to speak. The nostalgic feeling was almost inebriating him.

At this point Tine was just craving Sarawat's touch on him. He took Sarawat's hand which was holding his waist and slipped it under his shirt, moving down, further and further past the hem of his pants.

Sarawat complied with pressing his fingertips into Tine's flesh. His skin burned under the Duke's touch.

Although Tine felt one way, Sarawat was feeling so and more. He had not been familiar with the way he felt, was he intoxicated? Or drugged perhaps?

A part of him wanted to get away from the source of his intoxication that seemed to be Tine, but a bigger part of him wouldn't even consider letting go.

And that part of him was what controlled his actions, so by the time either of them blinked they were on the bed with Tine's hands held above his head.

"Do you think you can handle it?" The Duke challenged, a smirk dancing across his lips as he pressed Tine's lips with his thumb.

"We'll just have to wait to find out." Tine licked his thumb with the tip of his tongue. Knowing full well what the man was capable of but unsure of how well he was gonna take it after so long.

Sarawat hastily ripped Tine's clothes off before seeing to his own. His length throbbed at the sight of the beautiful man under him. Precum dripping from the tip, onto Tine's stomach.

A sensation that could only be compared to hot wax on one's body to build sexual tension. Tine shuddered with sexual frustration, bucking his hips up onto Sarawat's.

"A needy one." He pressed Tine's hips down and aligned his tip with the young man's entrance. "You'll have to relax for me." He whispered into Tine's ear, wrapping an arm around his waist and rubbing along his entrance.

"Fuck me already." Tine exhaled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Sarawat almost came at the young man's daring words but all the blood had rushed to his member that was now aching to be dealt with.

Sarawat immediately plunged inside Tine, making him gasp from the sudden pressure. The pain hit him not even a second later, making him writhe in pain, but to his surprise, his stomach was covered in cum, and he knew it was his own.