You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 6

Warning ; violence ⚠️

It was 9:45 AM when Khaotung stirred awake, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains. His eyes still heavy with sleep, he rubbed them gently before looking over at the bed across from him. It was Mark's bed, neatly made and empty. A small frown creased Khaotung's forehead; Mark had already left.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feet landing softly on the cool wooden floor. Stretching his arms over his head, he let out a quiet yawn before pushing himself up to stand. The house was eerily quiet as he stepped out of the room, glancing around. Not a soul in sight. Even the two bodyguards who were usually hovering about were nowhere to be seen.

"Seems like everyone is gone," Khaotung mumbled to himself, the silence of the house unsettling.

He made his way to the kitchen, his stomach faintly grumbling, reminding him he hadn't eaten yet. As he reached for a glass from the cupboard, he poured himself some water and took a sip, the cold liquid refreshing against his dry throat. He then sat down on one of the stools by the counter, his fingers idly scrolling through his phone as he tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Good morning," a deep, husky voice murmured behind him, startling Khaotung out of his daze.

The voice was so close, so intimate, that Khaotung's hand faltered, and his phone slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the table. His heart skipped a beat as he spun around on the stool, eyes wide as he looked up at the figure looming behind him.

"You… I thought you were gone," Khaotung stammered, his voice a mix of surprise and something else, something more hesitant, as he took in the sight of First standing so close.

First's lips curled into a small smirk as he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. "Why? You don't like seeing me?" he teased, raising an eyebrow as he waited for Khaotung's response.

Khaotung shook his head quickly, his gaze flickering nervously to the empty house around them. "No, it's just... I didn't see anyone in the house, so I thought they were gone with you," he explained, trying to sound casual despite the quickening pace of his heart.

"I sent them on some errands," First replied, his voice smooth and confident as he leaned even closer, his body brushing against Khaotung's. The smaller man's breath hitched as he felt First's warmth envelop him.

Khaotung was still wearing Mark's clothes, a loose shirt that slipped slightly off one shoulder and a pair of boxers. First's eyes traveled down Khaotung's body, pausing when he noticed a tattoo peeking out from beneath the hem of the boxers, etched onto his thigh. The sight seemed to capture First's attention, and Khaotung felt a shiver run down his spine under the weight of that intense gaze.

"What kind of errand?" Khaotung asked, his voice barely above a whisper, more to distract himself than anything else.

"You don't need to know," First responded, his voice deepening as his gaze met Khaotung's. There was something dark, something possessive in those brown eyes that made Khaotung's heart pound even harder. Before he could process it, he felt First's warm hand brushing lightly across his thigh, just above the tattoo.

Khaotung flinched at the unexpected touch, his breath catching in his throat. His back was pressed against the cold countertop, leaving him with nowhere to go as First loomed over him. Their eyes locked, and Khaotung felt the intensity of First's presence suffocating him in the most exhilarating way.