Feral Daydreams 🎀

Underground Desires (🍋)

On a random day, Cian was waiting underground, unsure whether for a metro or someone specific. His friend promised to meet him, but Cian doubted they'd show up. Frustrated, he checked his watch and groaned until a little kid approached him, easing his mood slightly.

"Hello there, little one," Cian greeted softly.

"Helyo! I lyke your hair!" the child giggled, unable to pronounce properly.

"Thank you!" Cian smiled warmly.

"You lyok like my uncle's enemy..." the child added, making Cian laugh nervously. Before he could respond, a familiar voice called out.

"Elowen! Where are you?" The voice made Cian's blood run cold. He prayed it wasn't who he feared—someone from his past. Unfortunately, his nightmare became real.

"Elowen! Your father will kill me if you run off again—" The man stopped in his tracks, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Qué sorpresa, what do we have here?" Zane, Cian's rival, chuckled.

"Ramirez," Cian replied through gritted teeth.

"Voss," Zane echoed back with a smirk.

Their rivalry dated back to an art competition two years ago. Cian had lost after Zane spread false rumors about his work, fueling a deep grudge. Yet, despite their past, Zane threw out an unexpected compliment. "Damn, you've gotten finer with age."

Cian rolled his eyes, unsure if Zane was being genuine or sarcastic. "And you've gotten uglier," he snapped back, though secretly admiring Zane's muscular figure.

"You're terrible at lying," Zane laughed. He told Elowen to run off to her sister before grabbing Cian's wrist and dragging him to the underground bathroom. Cian protested, but Zane ignored him, locking the door behind them.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Cian hissed, his annoyance barely concealing the desire that simmered beneath. Zane placed a hand on Cian's cheek, sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes filled with unmistakable hunger.

Cian's breath hitched as Zane's fingers grazed his skin, the heat from his rival's touch igniting a spark within him. He knew he should pull away, maintain some semblance of control, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Zane's caress almost involuntarily.

"What...what do you want, Ramirez?" Cian managed to stammer out, his voice husky with suppressed need. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a telltale sign of his growing arousal.

Despite himself, Cian found his gaze drawn to Zane's lips, the moment sending a jolt of lust straight to his groin, making him shift uncomfortably against the wall.

A knowing smile curved Zane's lips as he pressed his body closer to Cian's, pinning him against the wall, and whispered in his ear, "Just wanted a little reminder of who's the real artist, Voss."

Cian let out a low growl, his pulse racing at the intimate proximity and the promise in Zane's words. He could feel every hard plane of Zane's body pressing against his own, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Oh, you're going to regret this, Ramirez," Cian breathed, his voice thick with restrained desire. Despite his warning, he couldn't deny the thrill coursing through him at Zane's bold move.

His hands instinctively rose to grip Zane's shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his fingertips. The urge to explore further, to claim what he so desperately craved, was overwhelming.

"You may have started this game, but I always finish strong," Cian declared, his amber eyes locked onto Zane's with a fierce intensity.

"Is that a challenge?" Zane chuckled, his deep laughter resonating as he tightened his grip around Cian's waist. His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, savoring the electric tension that sparked between them. "Because I could easily transform that annoyed expression of yours into a symphony of seductive moans."