Hidden Agenda (English)

Chapter 16

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Sitang's entire body stiffened as a warm arm wrapped around him, and Jiranai's lips began to kiss every inch of his face. Just as Jiranai had promised, he was doing everything he said he would.

Although Sitang had mentally prepared himself, there was still a lingering sense of panic in his heart. He clung to the hem of the taller man's shirt like a lifeline, fully surrendering to the heat of the kiss, opening his mouth to welcome Jiranai's tongue. But as soon as he was invaded, the kiss turned more passionate than he had anticipated.

"Um..." Sitang nearly fainted in that moment. He tried to keep up with the overwhelming sensations, but it was all happening too quickly—from the tenderness he had felt earlier to the intense passion he had longed for. Jiranai's warm hand slid into his nightgown, causing his entire body to tremble. But then, suddenly, the hand was withdrawn, and the kiss stopped.

"Is this a joke?" Sitang opened his eyes and spoke in a low, confused voice. The intense storm of emotions that had just overtaken him subsided for a moment. Jiranai's narrow eyes gazed at him with a mix of lust and awareness.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Jiranai asked.

"...I... I'm sure," Sitang stammered.

"Then why are you shaking so much?"

"Ah... well... um..." Sitang hesitated, unwilling to admit that he had never gone this far with anyone before, not even with women. Jiranai was the first... the first to touch him like this.

"You're not ready yet, are you, Zo?"

"But..."

"Don't say you're ready just to avoid my anger. Don't underestimate me like that."

"Ah...sorry..."

Jiranai took a deep breath and turned away, trying to avoid looking at the pale figure with a flushed face and pouting lips. But...

Those pitiful eyes made it impossible for him to be angry.

...It's undeniably sexy, but what can you do when you're trembling like a scared puppy?

"...And if I keep trembling like this for the rest of my life, I swear I'll become a vegetarian! What should I do, what am I supposed to do?!..."

"Have you ever done it yourself?" Jiranai asked suddenly.

"Huh?!" Sitang's eyes widened in panic.

"If I ask, you should answer," Jiranai insisted.

"I... I have done it myself before," Sitang replied in a low voice, lowering his face, too shy to meet Jiranai's gaze. How could he speak so bluntly about something so personal? Sitang was naturally a shy person.

"Then help me," Jiranai said, his tone firm. The tension was palpable, and Jiranai, someone so confident, was now left in a situation where he couldn't just ignore it. He didn't want Sitang to tremble every time they touched for the rest of his life.

So, for tonight... "hands" would have to suffice.

But not just hands...

A slender figure, still dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, was pressed between Jiranai's tall body and the cool, tiled bathroom wall. Sitang's heart raced, his skin heating up as Jiranai's lips and rough mustache grazed his cheek, while soft moans escaped into his ear.