Friends Don't Do This

CHAPTER 9: Focus

CONTENT WARNING: Graphic depiction of s*xual intercourse. Literally. 🫢 Read at your own discretion.

ALISTAIR

"I DON'T know... what you're talking about, but do me now, Alistair..." may pagsusumamo sa boses ni Eros. "Fuck me... Please."

Eros looked like a cat in heat--in this state, right in front of Alistair. The prim and proper guy, who usually wielded such crass language, was now begging Alistair to fuck him.

He found himself captivated, wondering where Eros had learned to wield such natural seduction.

"I can't do this with someone who’s under the influence," Alistair said firmly, his voice laced with a mix of resolve and concern. "You're not in your right mind. I won’t take advantage of that."

Binitawan nito ang pagkakakagat sa damit, mapupungay pa rin ang tingin sa kanya. "You're Alistair. I want to do it with you."

"Nah, I don't think so," pambabara niya rito. "You wouldn't do this shit when sober, Eros."

'I'm sure as hell you don't, Baby,' he scoffed in his head. He knew that if anything crossed the line without consent, Eros would flee in a heartbeat. His embarrassment will drive him to escape before the situation could spiral any further.

Just like that day at Wok, Eros had gone out of his way to avoid Alistair, treating him as if he were some kind of plague.

Natahimik ito saglit.

"If you don't... do this with me, I'll go find someone else... to fuck me instead," Eros threatened, attempting to climb out of bed in a futile show of defiance against Alistair.

Alistair clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing. "You really think you can leave this place in the state your body's in?"

"I can, and I will."

Eros, highly intoxicated, still leaped out of bed but nearly dove headfirst onto the carpeted floor, his movements unsteady and reckless.

'This guy...'

Alistair swiftly pinned Eros against the wall, his body pressed tightly against him. With one hand, he gripped Eros' wrists, raising them above his head, while his face moved closer until their noses were nearly touching.

Eros' breathing grew heavy, his fierce arousal clearly visible in his hooded eyes.

"You," Alistair hissed, his voice low and dangerous, "are not going anywhere."

Eros licked his lips, the gesture so enticing it drove Alistair wild with desire.

He couldn't resist any longer.

Alistair crossed the final distance, his lips meeting Eros' in a fierce kiss. The moment he tasted that sweetness, a greedy hunger ignited within him--he needed more.

He devoured Eros' mouth like a wild beast starved for ages--and in truth, he was.

From the moment he became aware of Eros' existence, a deep, unspoken interest had blossomed within him, gradually evolving into a silent obsession.

Now, with Eros so close, so vulnerable, the opportunity clouded his thoughts, filling him with a heady mix of desire and possessiveness.

As he kissed Eros with raw, unrestrained passion, Eros squirmed beneath him, trying to turn his head away from Alistair's relentless assault. Mukhang hindi na ito makahinga...

He finally released him, leaving both of them breathless, with their saliva dripping from their parted lips. Hinihingal si Eros na tumingin sa kanya. For a moment, Alistair thought Eros was not drunk anymore.