You're Mine, I'm Yours II

Part 11

First's lips curled into a smirk, the fire in his eyes matching the energy crackling between them. "I like the challenge," he taunted, his voice low and teasing. His body tensed as he pulled Khaotung closer, their heat melding as the tension in the room reached a fever pitch.

Khaotung's eyes darkened with an intensity that made First's heart skip a beat. There was no hesitation, no restraint. In a single, fluid motion, Khaotung grabbed First's tie and yanked it with enough force to make him stumble forward, his balance faltering. Before First could react, Khaotung's other hand was in his hair, gripping it tightly and forcing his head back until their faces were mere inches apart.

The kiss that followed wasn't soft or tender-it was a collision, a raw, punishing battle of dominance and defiance. Khaotung's lips crushed against First's, his teeth sinking into First's lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang mingled with the heat of their kiss, a reminder of the line they were dancing on, where pain and pleasure became indistinguishable. But First didn't falter; he met Khaotung's fervor head-on, his own need and defiance fueling the fiery exchange.

Khaotung growled low in his throat, his grip on First's hair tightening as he yanked harder, breaking the kiss abruptly. The sound of their ragged breathing filled the room, each gasp charged with frustration and desire. First's head tilted back under Khaotung's control, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. Khaotung's eyes flicked over the expanse of skin with a hunger that sent a shiver through First's body.

The moment was electric, the air thick with possibility and danger, as the city lights from the window cast shadows across their faces. It felt as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the chaos and intensity of the room.

First stumbled backward, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, and he fell onto it with a sharp gasp. Khaotung followed, relentless, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace. Their bodies collided again, Khaotung's hands immediately finding First's hair, gripping it firmly to pull his head back once more.

Pinned beneath Khaotung, First's chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the defiance in his eyes still present but softened by something raw, unguarded-almost inviting.

Khaotung's gaze flicked to the handcuffs attached to the bed frame, their silver glint catching the dim light. A devilish smirk curled on his lips as he thought of the possibilities. This was Viruch's so-called *sex chamber*, but right now, Khaotung couldn't care less. All that mattered was putting those cuffs on First.

"What are you doing?" First asked, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity. A playful edge danced in his tone, betraying his intrigue.

Khaotung leaned in, his lips brushing against First's cheek, the warmth of his breath making First shiver. "Since you like control so much," he whispered, his voice dripping with challenge, "let's see how you handle it the other way."

Reaching for the cuffs, Khaotung let the metallic clink echo through the room, each sound heightening the tension between them. His fingers brushed against First's wrist as he grabbed one hand, his movements slow and deliberate.

A dark smile tugged at Khaotung's lips as he stepped back briefly to take in the sight before him. First, the ever-composed, ever-dominant, now lay disheveled and vulnerable. His tie hung loosely around his neck, his lips swollen from their earlier clash, and his hair was a messy halo around his head. Seeing him like this, pliant yet defiant, sent a thrill of satisfaction racing through Khaotung.

First's expression shifted, his brow quirking in amusement as excitement sparked in his eyes. "You're really going to do this?" he asked, the challenge in his voice undercut by a hint of eagerness.