Without Toppings

Chapter 11

Ecstasy (R-18)

Cid's gaze darkened, tension heavy in his posture. Parang may pinipigilan siyang hindi niya kayang bitawan. His hand tightened around the medicine bottle, knuckles white, but I could see it. 

The struggle, the war in his eyes.

I swallowed, throat dry, but the words came out, weak and almost begging. "Cid... please."

"Hindi ko na kaya. 'Yong init hindi bumababa," I whispered, my voice barely holding together.

Patuloy pa rin ako sa pagtataas-baba sa sarili kong kahabaan, each movement igniting something deeper, something raw. Every stroke felt like fire against my skin. 

Alam kong hindi ito sapat, hindi kaya ng sarili kong kamay. I needed more, someone else... I want Cid to help me.

"No, this isn't the right thing to do." 

His voice was a low warning, almost a growl, pero mas lalo lang akong nag-iinit. That restraint, the way he was fighting himself— parang lalo lang akong sinisilaban.

"Please, Cid," I breathed out, my hand still moving, mas lalo kong dinidiinan, each motion building up the heat. I reached out to him, desperation clear in my grip. 

"Hindi ko na kayang pigilan. Just... help me, kahit ngayon lang."

For a moment, tumingin siya sa malayo, his jaw clenched as if he was fighting with himself. Then, he let out a resigned sigh, finally setting the bottle down the table. 

He knelt in front of me, closer this time, and his hand found its way to my cheek, his thumb brushing gently along my jaw. 

"Yuno," he whispered. "You need the medicine, not me—"

Before he could finish, I pressed my lips against his, aggressive, full of the fire I could barely contain. The kiss was desperate, forceful, feeling every inch of the frustration and burning inside me.

Hindi siya gumalaw, obviously stunned by my sudden move. Pero nang kumalas ako, kita ko sa mukha niya ang gulat at pagnanasa.

"Tangina," I hissed in frustration. 

I tried to get up, feeling like I had to break the tension, pero agad niya akong hinila pabalik paupo sa couch. His hands firm on my shoulders, holding me in place.

"Y-you're not helping," I said, irritation clear in my voice, though the plea lingered beneath it.

He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, as if wrestling with himself before speaking. 

"Yuno," he began, his voice rough with restraint. "That stuff you took has a drug, it's called MDMA or ecstasy. It's meant to make you feel things intensely, but it also messes with your body's natural responses, putting everything into overdrive." His thumb brushed over my cheek, and each nerve seemed to spark with heightened sensitivity under his touch.

"That drug can make every sensation feel intense," he explained, his gaze dark and serious. "It floods your brain with serotonin and dopamine, cranking up your hormones and making every touch, every breath, feel like it's setting you on fire. That burning you're feeling, the craving— it's part of the drug pushing you to connect physically."

"Yuno, you're drugged, I can't help you through that." His gaze held mine, voice steady. 

Sa dinami-dami niyang sinabi ay wala akong naintindihan kahit isa. I reached for him with my free hand, my fingers brushing along his collar, gripping his shirt as if holding onto him would ground me, save me.

"Damn, Yuno," he closed his eyes for a moment, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face, and I felt his resolve waver.

I tugged him closer, my lips finding his again, aggressive and insistent, pouring everything I felt into each kiss. This time, his resistance faltered, a low growl escaping him as his grip tightened on me, his hand slipping around my neck, holding me firmly.