You Are Hot Then You Are Cold

Brother Complex (3)

Hi, I'm back !!!! Sorry guys, the chapter is a bit late 🥲 I'm having a new project, so the chapter may come out a little later. Wait for meeee 🥹🥹

About my future plan for DTR, currently I have 2 stories ongoing:

1. This story - "Stranger to Lover" (the name may change for safety reasons): Since the main story is finished, for now, I'm doing Brother Complex and translating back from Volume 1 (temporarily on hold to do Brother Complex first). Plus, I post TMIs and things Flona wrote on her Twitter as well.

Schedule for this: every 2 weeks (since I'm doing the AU at the same time)

2. Arranged Marriage (DTR alternative universe): every 2 weeks.

So basically, one week I post story in DTR original, one week I post chapters in the AU 🙌

That's it! Just wanna let you guys know the schedule 🥰 Back to Brother Complex!!

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(Ash x Lyle POV)

It's a morning weekend. Karlyle wakes up later than planned. It isn't on purpose. There's a reason for it.

"Are you up?"

He hears someone's voice. Slowly, he opens his eyes. Warm sunlight is seeping through the white curtain. The first thing he sees is Ash's face. What a good way to start his morning. A shy smile blooms on his lips.

"Ash."

"Uhm, it's me. Lyle."

Smiling brightly, Ash bows down and gently strokes his hair. Ash must have woken up before him. So he must have been sitting next to him and watching him sleep the whole time. Ash's long fingers run through his hair. Karlyle carefully lifts his arm and touches Ash's hand. Smiling, Ash towers over him. His upper body presses on him, meanwhile his hand caresses his body. Since Ash was consistent in biting and sucking him last night, love marks are scattered all over his milky skin.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Karlyle asks.

"I did. Since I have you with me."

Ash says such a beautiful thing. Meanwhile, his hand moves down to his waist. Karlyle has an exceptionally small waist. Being caressed by his lover's hand, his waist can't help but tremble. Now that he's entirely awake, Karlyle cautiously pulls the blanket up. He's too embarrassed with his naked body.

"Are you not tired, Lyle? You haven't slept much."

Ash's right. His stiff eyes blink. He silently counts the time. He isn't sure exactly when he fell asleep. Ash devoured him until he fainted. To be more precise, he was so tired at the end that he was out like a light. The sex last night was much more intense than usual. As if Ash wanted to make him unable to leave the bed the next day, his stamina couldn't keep up.

Ash thrusted in so deep that it reached the deepest part of him. He's too embarrassed to recall the events last night. Remembering the first day they did it at Ash's house and his shameful appearance that night (you know, the time when Ash pushed Lyle so hard that he squirted and cried), he is totally speechless. His face gets gloomy as soon as the ugly sight of his and the drenched bed sheet replay in his mind. Meanwhile, Ash is staring at him.

Karlyle slightly everts his gaze, fearing that the inappropriate thought of his might be exposed. Anyway, since he was eaten from head to toe, he didn't have the mind to check the time. Ash didn't let him go for about 4 hours, maybe. He must have fallen asleep somewhere around dawn.

"Can you tell me what time it is, Ash?"

"It's 10. You should sleep some more if you are tired. You didn't get to sleep until 4 last night."