third time's a charm

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Bright's calm demeanor and gentle restraint only seemed to goad Win further, igniting a surge of frustration he hadn't realized was simmering within him. When his attempts at the silent treatment fell flat, Win resorted to physical resistance, thrashing about in a desperate bid to break free. But despite his efforts, Bright effortlessly subdued him, capturing his flailing arms and holding them firmly above his head.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Bright said, his voice maddeningly calm. His unruffled composure, rather than soothing Win, only served to stoke the flames of his frustration. He thrashed about on the bed with even more vigor than before, but it was futile. Bright held him firmly, and there was no escaping his grasp. "Let it all out," he urged, his tone reminiscent of someone soothing a wild animal. He patiently waited until Win's energy waned and his struggles ceased.

"I'm fine now. Let go of me," Win demanded, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Not yet," Bright replied firmly.

Tears welled up in Win's eyes, and he pleaded, "Please let go of me!"

"I haven't quite figured you out yet," Bright admitted thoughtfully. "I'm not always sure what's going on inside your head, but I intend to get to the bottom of it." Win felt a pang of alarm at his words. Meanwhile, Win felt Bright's hand slipping up his thigh, and before he knew it, his fingers were working on unzipping.

"What are you doing?" Win blinked, stunned.

"What's this?" Bright asked with a smile as he discovered Win's arousal. Win was more surprised by his own reaction than anything else. Bright continued to stroke him for a moment before abruptly removing his hand to quickly remove his tie. Win watched in confusion as Bright then used the tie to secure his hands, which Bright had been holding onto the entire time, to the bed.

As Win searched his mind for the right words, he realized he had no idea what to think, let alone say. The truth was, he was genuinely conflicted about what was happening to him.

Bright, in the meantime, smoothly slid down Win's pants along with his underwear, handling his kicking legs with ease as he positioned himself between them. He lifted Win's legs and spread them wide apart, holding them securely in midair with strong hands. Once Win was restrained in this manner, Bright leaned in between his trembling legs to kiss, lick, and suck him tenderly.

Bright had learned many different ways to please Win with his tongue and lips, and he employed every single one of them now, painstakingly and at an unhurried pace. Pretty soon, Win was crying out with pleasure and gyrating his hips in rhythm with the motion of Bright's tongue and mouth. Bright skillfully brought him to the very edge of his climax and then abruptly stopped before Win was fully satisfied.

Win watched Bright in stunned silence as he got up and began to undress. He noticed that Bright was fully aroused too, and Win began to ache with anticipation. He expected himself to protest, but most of his previous anger ebbed away and completely abandoned him. Bright returned to the bed and once again positioned himself between his legs.

"What are you going to do?" Win asked stupidly.

"Well, I'm trying to help you feel better. I don't know what set you off yet; I have an idea, but I don't want to jump to conclusions. Let's just focus on getting you feeling better first."

Once again, Win was astounded. He suddenly went blank and had absolutely no idea what to think. Bright's words rekindled his anger, even as they sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through his veins. He wanted Bright to make love to him, but he didn't want to yield to him. In his confusion, he found himself halfheartedly resisting Bright as he approached, making feeble attempts to kick him.