Sarawat's POV
Oh. My. God.
The Greek god who had just kissed me to an inch of my life wanted to spend the night with me.
"You're drunk" I said, not moving away, holding him closer instead.
"Just the right amount" he whispered against my lips, his eyes half-closed.
I couldn't have controlled myself even if I tried. And I definitely didn't even try, because I wanted him. So bad.
"Have you ever done it with a man before?" I said, biting back a moan. His lips were on my neck, under my ear.
He shook his head.
"Are you sure you want this?" I said, gently pulling him away and cupping his cheek so that we could look at each other.
"Surer than I've been of anything else" he said, his eyes clear and his voice steady. He turned his head slightly and placed a kiss on my palm.
I pulled him in for a short but intense kiss, held his hand and we ran. I ducked into a pharmacy for a bit and then we flagged down a taxi.
The taxi ride was pure torture. We couldn't touch or kiss. And that's all we wanted to do.
We glanced at each other hungrily throughout. Sparks flying where fingers brushed against each other. Swollen lips parted slightly, yearning to press themselves against skin. Cheeks flushed and pulses quick.
I looked at him and wondered if this attraction could last beyond the night.
It was so comfortable being with him. No drama, no bullshit, no mind games.
Of course I'd only known him for all of four hours.
He was witty and charming, polite and poised. He could talk about current affairs and anime with the same ease. And that body. It was sinful to be this desirable.
At long fucking last, we reached the hotel where my car was parked. Man and Boss had crashed at my place for the night and he didn't offer his own home, so I took the call to come back to the hotel where we'd met.
We hurried to the reception to book a room. I fumbled in my wallet to pull out my ID and slapped it on the desk. Beside me, I could see the pulse throbbing in his neck and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.
My fingers closed around the key card. I barely heard what the receptionist said. I glanced at the room number and dragged him to the lift.
An air of impatient anticipation hung in the air between us on the elevator ride up. Neither of us wanted to speak, afraid to break the spell that bound us.
His lips were already on mine before we'd gotten all the way into the room. I blindly slotted the key card in its place near the door and the room lit up.
He pinned me against the door and captured my mouth with his. My hands roamed on his back, tracing his spine and circling his waist.
He pulled back breathlessly, "What's your name?"
"You can call me whatever you want", I said, busy unbuttoning his shirt.
"Whatever is a long name. I'll call you Wat" he said with a chuckle.
I laughed. "Oh, you have no idea how happy I would be to make you scream that name all night".
I heard him draw a sharp breath and whimper softly when my fingers touched the warm skin under his shirt. My already hard, and by now painfully erect, dick throbbed at the sound.
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Nothing Without You | 2gether AU
Fanfiction[18+] An evening of catharsis ends in a passionate but anonymous one-night-stand for two young men. Five years later, Tine is the heir to his Master's business and engaged to his daughter. It's an order and Tine has reconciled himself to the idea of...