third time's a charm

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Perhaps it was an irresistible force, an undeniable pull between them that transcended reason. Win struggled to comprehend it, especially as he grappled with the ethical dilemma of rekindling things with his ex at his best friend's wedding. Yet, when Bright enveloped him and their lips met, Win's inner conflict dissolved. He didn't resist, nor did he feel compelled to. He convinced himself that a lingering kiss would be the extent of it, but in truth, he knew there was no denying the magnetic energy that surged between them, ignited by intimate physical contact.

Bright's kiss deepened, a fervent declaration of desire as he guided Win backward until they landed on the bed. Their hands roamed eagerly, tracing every contour, every line, and every curve they knew so well. Every gesture kindled sparks of bliss between them. Every caress was a prayer. They explored each other's bodies with wonder and joy.

They hardly needed words. They knew each other's desires instinctively...

Win wrapped his arms around Bright, drawing him near, aching for fulfillment. As their lips parted, Bright traced a tantalizing path along Win's jawline, sending shivers down his spine. Win couldn't help but moan, overwhelmed by the intensity of Bright's passion. Suddenly, Bright was everywhere, his touch awakening flames of desire. One hand explored Win's chest while the other caressed his rounded buttock with a gentle squeeze.

"No..." Win attempted to resist the allure, but he found himself overpowered as Bright pleaded, "STAY." The word carried a spellbinding weight as Bright's hands explored every inch of him while his tongue devoured the inside of Win's mouth with an intoxicating hunger.

In a surprising surge of determination, Win pushed Bright forcefully on the chest, breaking free from his grasp. Bright was taken aback by Win's sudden display of strength, watching as Win stumbled away from the bed, hastily adjusting his clothes. Despite his efforts, traces of their contact remained evident in Win's swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

Bright's smirk conveyed a sense of triumph. "I almost had you. You almost gave in," he remarked, his gaze locking onto Win with intensity. "I know someday you'll STAY, and you'll NEVER leave."

Win couldn't refute the statement, rendered speechless as he met Bright's unwavering gaze. "I have to go," he finally managed to say, breaking the tense silence.

For a fleeting instant, Win thought he detected a hint of ache in Bright's eyes. "Go," the man responded quietly. With those words, Win hurried toward the door, slipping out of Bright's reach...

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The loud knocking jolted Gulf from a deep sleep, causing him to groan and roll out of bed, landing with a painful thud on the floor. "Ouch," he muttered, shooting a glare at the door, annoyed by the interruption. As he rubbed his sore buttocks, Gulf noticed New and Tay still asleep, locked in an embrace on their bed. Gulf blinked in surprise, wondering how New had managed to crawl out of his bed and end up in Tay's arms. Shaking his head in disbelief, he dragged himself over to open the door.

Before Gulf could launch into a tirade about the hotel's poor management, he swung the door open and found Win standing there, wearing a troubled expression. "Oh, it's you..." Gulf's voice trailed off as he stepped aside, wordlessly inviting Win into their room.

The four of them occupied a single executive suite, each with their own bed. Following the events of the previous night's banquet, the inebriated Win was escorted away by his prince charming, Bright, and they hadn't seen him since. Off, Gun's fiancé, persuaded them that Win would be better off under Bright's care and they agreed.

Yet as Gulf observed Win's demeanor and appearance, concern etched on his face, he couldn't help but broach the sensitive topic. "Were you... raped?" he asked cautiously.