BrightWin Collection

Seducing Mr. Metawin🔞

The first time Bright Vachirawit appeared on his doorstep, Win was only slightly miffed. He had things to do; he had no time for Win. Win had bought himself some ice cream and pulled down the blinds, sat on his favourite sofa and bemoaned his solitude and his pitiful existence. It had all been carefully planned. Written down on his schedule and everything. Afterwards he meant to wank. Possibly try out that new dildo he had acquired. Maybe. If he felt like it.

But now, all of his plans were ruined because Bright Vachirawit wanted to discuss paperwork. Fuck. Bright should have at least brought some snack with him, and maybe some dinner. And Win had told Bright as much. Not that Win wanted to hang out with Bright. Please. But they were co-workers, and Win had learned to tolerate the man. Bright could have come here and they could have tolerated each other the whole night. That wouldn't be a problem. But bringing work to his flat when Win had other things to do was just cruel.

Bright looked apologetic, but it didn't seem like he had any plans to leave. So that was how they ended up on Win's sofa, the one Win should have been wanking on, and stared at reports for which Bright insisted Win had to see. Or else.

Win had looked and looked, and complained and whined, feeling painfully claustrophobic because Bright kept giving him papers and then leaned in to read them. As though the only way he could possibly read something was if Win held it for him. Strange, lazy git.

Bright's messy hair was constantly under Win's nose, looking fuzzy and annoying. And just for the record, Win had never wanted to know that said hair smelled like pine trees. Or that it felt like silk.

Not that Win knew how Bright's hair felt like, but it looked silky. Okay, so maybe Win touched it once. Or twice. Accidentally. To move Bright's head away, of course. Which negated the it-was-accidental claim, obviously. But it wasn't like Win had an ulterior motive. He just had that one obvious motive.

"Um, yes?" Bright asked.

Win quickly pulled his hand away; hand that was inexplicably buried in the silky, pine tree-scented hair.

Win cleared his throat. "There was a ... bug in your hair. Big one. I killed it."

Bright looked at Win's hand. "And then you ate it?"

Win blinked. "No, I threw it away." He waved his hand vaguely around. "Far away.'

Bright bit his lip and nodded. "Well, thank you. I guess I owe you one." Bright's eyes twinkled.

He must have been drunk.

"You do," Win agreed quickly, and then he grabbed the stack of papers and shoved them into Bright's hands. "You can go and finish this for me. Alone. Elsewhere."

Bright's face fell, but he nodded and soon enough, he had left, looking very much like a kicked puppy.

But Win hardly cared. He had never liked puppies animals are scary. Kicking them was in his job description.

When he was left alone, Win had his scheduled wank.

And he ate the ice cream.

And he used the dildo.

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The second time Bright Vachirawit appeared on his doorstep, Win was quite miffed and quite surprised. Bright had a bottle of wine in one hand and a paper bag in the other. The paper bag smelled liked dinner. Win raised his eyebrows, more out of hunger produced by the nice dinner-y smell than surprise, but Bright hurried to explain himself.

"I thought you'd like us to ... er ... tolerate each other. I'm a very good tolerator. And I'm eager to learn new ways of tolerating. If you know any. So, um, want to tolerate me?"