For Theo, the world narrowed to porcelain legs and the soft, unguarded expression on Yu's face. His heart, usually measured and steady, gave a single hard thud.
It made no sense. He'd seen men in locker rooms, seen strangers in less, and felt nothing. But this—this caught him like a hook in the ribs. The flush of skin, the ridiculous vulnerability of the situation, and those hazel eyes staring back at him—it lodged under his defenses.
He clenched his jaw, trying to will the heat from his chest back into cold iron.
Yet his hand didn't move from the doorknob. His gaze lingered half a second too long.
Yu tilted his head, recovering faster, lips curving into something sly.
"Well, this is awkward…"
He murmured, voice dripping with faux innocence. Then, with a little shrug, he added lightly,
"Joy asked me to sleep over. I said yes but I didn't bring my pj's… Can you shut the door now?"
The words landed with a weight Theo wasn't ready for. His composure cracked.
He snapped his eyes away, shoulders taut.
"Pull your damn pants up!"
He growled, though his voice betrayed more tension than authority. In a stiff motion, he yanked the door shut and pressed his back to it on the outside, exhaling sharply.
Inside, Yu chuckled softly to himself, tugging the rest of his clothes off with deliberate laziness.
The Love-o-meter ticked up:
5 - 10
The translucent screen flickered faintly in the corner of Yu's vision, DK01's voice was crisp and clinical.
[Unexpected. This encounter was highly effective. His affection has visibly spiked. My compliments to such a successful strategic trap. You've certainly grown from the nervous boy who couldn't even look the Tragic Target in the eyes after giving him a wet dream.]
Yu smirked, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Of course it worked. I wasn't an Incubus King for nothing. Seduction is in my nature!"
His tone was triumphant, smug.
But inwardly, he knew better. None of this had been planned. The timing, the door, the exposure—it had been pure accident, not a carefully orchestrated maneuver. He kept that thought tucked safely behind his grin.
Or so he believed.
In the silent core of its code, DK01 noted the contradiction. It had already heard the stray thought. It chose not to let Yu know. Not yet.
---
After the bathroom fiasco, Joy cheerfully produced a set of spare pajamas for Yu. They weren't what he might have chosen, but he didn't complain:
Tight-fitting shorts that clung snug to his hips and thighs, paired with a baggy tank top that swayed with every subtle movement.
The house was warm against the autumn chill outside, so the outfit seemed reasonable. But Yu knew better. He knew the way Theo's eyes flicked—quick, sharp, betraying interest he refused to acknowledge—each time Yu crossed his legs or stretched casually on the sofa.
Yu played his part perfectly, leaning into Joy's laughter as they curled up together in the living room. They put on a movie Yu had never seen before, something he had missed in his last life. He watched it with genuine curiosity, laughter bubbling from him at the comedic beats. His soft voice filled the room, melodic even in casual mirth.
And each time his tank top slipped just a little lower on one shoulder, or his legs shifted under the glow of the television, Theo's blue eyes flicked toward him—always just a fraction too long before darting away.
Eventually, Joy stretched, yawning, and helped spread out two sleeping bags on the floor of the living room. Yu settled into his, his movements languid, almost feline in their grace.
As the lights dimmed and the house fell quieter, Yu let his head sink into the pillow. A yawn escaped him, soft and unguarded.
'DK01…'
He whispered in his head, lids heavy.
'Send Theo a wet dream. Set it as automatic—I don't want to think right now."
[Confirmed. Aquam Somnium activated. -10 JP. Auto-sequence initiated. Dream parameters locked. Goodnight, Host Yu.]
Yu smirked faintly as sleep tugged him under. Within moments, his breathing slowed, slipping into deep rest.
---
In his room down the hall, Theo hadn't been able to shake the evening from his mind.
The sight of Yu in those borrowed pajamas kept surfacing, unbidden. The way Joy laughed more freely with him. The way Yu's soft voice seemed to fill all the quiet corners of the house. And—damn it—the bathroom incident, the pale flash of skin under the golden light.
Theo paced his room once, twice, then finally collapsed into bed, scowling at the ceiling.
'It means nothing. He's Joy's friend. That's all. That's all.'
But the thoughts wouldn't die. They circled, gnawed, left him restless.
And then, without realizing, sleep claimed him.
---
The dream came vivid, crafted from the memory DK01 had plucked.
Theo opened the bathroom door again, but this time Yu didn't snap his head up in shock. Instead, Yu's gaze lifted slowly, knowingly, a teasing smile playing across his lips, the faint gleam of teeth catching the dim light.
The tank top slipped lower, baring the sharp, elegant curve of his collarbone, the smooth, pale expanse of his chest, skin like heated silk, nipples tightening into stiff, dusky peaks that begged for a tongue, the faint salt of sweat already beading in the hollows.
Theo tried to look away, but couldn't. His body refused him, frozen in the doorway, cock already twitching, thickening with a hot, insistent pulse in his pants, the seam biting cruelly into swollen flesh. Yu stepped closer, the thin fabric of his tank top brushing against Theo's chest like a whisper of sin, heat radiating like a furnace, the scent of his skin, sweet, intoxicating, laced with the sharp tang of arousal and the faint softness of soap, flooding Theo's senses, making his mouth water and his head spin.
"Look at you."
Yu murmured, voice low and velvet-rough, breath ghosting over Theo's jaw.
"Can't even pretend you don't want this."
The dream blurred, intensified:
Yu's voice a soft, velvet murmur by his ear, melodic and laced with filthy promise, breath hot and humid against Theo's lobe, sending electric shivers racing down his spine. His fingers brushed Theo's wrist, feather-light at first, soft delicate against rough skin, before sliding down to lace through his hand, then boldly trailing lower, grazing the bulge straining against Theo's zipper, fingertips tracing the rigid outline, pressing just enough to feel the throb of veins beneath.
"Feel that?"
Yu whispered, lips brushing the shell of Theo's ear, tongue flicking out to taste the salt there.
"That's all for me. I want it inside."
The porcelain legs Theo had glimpsed, flawless, toned, dusted with a flush tint of pink, now wrapped around his waist, thighs like iron vices sheathed in velvet, pulling him flush against Yu's body, the hard, scorching small length of Yu's erection grinding against his own through their clothes, slick pre-cum seeping through fabric to mingle in a sticky heat. Theo's chest heaved as his body betrayed him, hips bucking involuntarily, cock throbbing with desperate, aching urgency to every whisper, every teasing roll of Yu's hips that dragged their shafts together in torturous friction, every hot puff of breath against his neck carrying the wet sound of Yu's tongue wetting his own lips.
"Tell me you don't want it…"
Yu taunted, teeth grazing Theo's throat, voice a dark purr.
"Say it while I'm aching to be filled."
Yu's hand slipped between them, palming Theo's shaft through the fabric, stroking with deliberate, maddening slowness, thumb circling the slick spot at the tip, while his other hand tugged Theo's shirt up, nails raking over bare skin, leaving fiery trails that bloomed into gooseflesh. Theo groaned, the sound raw and needy, vibrating in his throat like a growl, as Yu's lips brushed his earlobe, tongue flicking out to taste the salt there, teeth nipping sharply enough to draw a gasp.
"Fuck—Yu—"
Theo choked out, the word torn from him like a confession.
"That's it~"
Yu breathed, hips rolling slow and filthy, grinding them together until Theo's knees nearly buckled.
"Say my name again when you're buried deep, stretching me open."
Yu's fingers fumbled at Theo's belt, popping the buckle with a metallic clink, then yanked the zipper down, freeing Theo's eight inch cock to slap hot and heavy against Yu's palm. Yu moaned, low, broken, needy, stroking once, twice, slicking the shaft with pre-cum before guiding it lower, pressing the blunt head against the cleft of his ass through the thin barrier of his shorts.
"Please…"
Yu gasped, voice cracking with raw hunger, thighs trembling as he rocked back, trying to take more.
"Need you inside me, now."
The dream surged, reality folding like wet silk. Yu's shorts vanished in a shimmer of heat, leaving nothing between them but sweat-slick skin and the thick, pulsing length of Theo's cock. Yu twisted, planting both palms on the bathroom counter, back arching in a graceful, shameless bow that offered himself up, ass tilted high, the tight ring of muscle already glistening, flushed dark and fluttering with need. Theo's hands found Yu's hips, fingers digging into the firm flesh hard enough to bruise, and he thrust forward, one brutal, claiming stroke that buried him to the hilt in scalding, velvet heat.
Yu cried out, a sharp, broken sound that cracked into a moan as his body clenched around Theo, inner walls rippling, sucking him deeper.
"Yes, fuck, right there!"
Yu panted, voice shredded, pushing back to meet every punishing thrust. The slap of skin on skin echoed off tile, wet and rhythmic, mingling with the obscene squelch of Theo's cock driving in and out, coated in Yu's slick. Theo's hips snapped forward, relentless, the head of his cock dragging over that electric spot inside Yu with every plunge, making Yu's thighs quake, his cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that dripped onto the floor in silvery threads.
"Harder!"
Yu demanded, head dropping between his shoulders, sweat dripping from his jaw.
"Wreck me, Theo, make me feel it tomorrow."
Theo obliged, one hand sliding up Yu's spine to fist in his hair, yanking his head back to expose the long, trembling column of his throat. He bit down, teeth sinking into the tendon, tasting salt and the faint metallic tang of blood as Yu keened, body locking tight around him, milking him with greedy pulses.
Theo's other hand snaked around Yu's waist, wrapping around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, rough, fast, merciless. Yu's breath hitched, fractured moans spilling from his lips with every breath.
"Close!"
He gasped, voice hoarse.
"Theo, fuck, I'm, come with me, fill me up, please—"
Theo's rhythm stuttered, hips slamming deep one final time as his orgasm crashed through him, hot pulses flooding Yu's clenching heat. Yu followed a heartbeat later, cock jerking in Theo's grip, spilling thick ropes of cum across the counter and Theo's knuckles, body shuddering violently, inner walls spasming around Theo's buried length, drawing out every last drop.
And over it all, Yu's voice echoed, soft, teasing, irresistible, dripping like honeyed venom.
"Still think I'm harmless, Theo? Feel how hard you are for me... imagine what I'd do if you let me ride you, how I'd clench around you until you're begging to come inside."
Theo jolted awake in the dark, breath ragged and tasting of copper from bitten lips, sweat dampening his skin in a clammy sheen that cooled too fast in the night air. His fists clenched tight in the sheets, knuckles white, shame and desire warring violently in his chest as his untouched cock pulsed painfully, leaking hot rivulets into his boxers, the ghost of Yu's grip still burning on his mind, the phantom scent of musk and skin clinging to his nostrils, Yu's last plea still ringing in his ears:
"Need you inside me, now."
He pressed a hand hard against his eyes.
'What the hell is happening to me?'
The Love-o-meter ticked up:
10 - 12
---
The morning light spilled softly into the Kingsley estate's living room, warming the quiet space where Yu stirred awake. He stretched languidly, the hem of his tank top riding up, his shorts clinging snug around his hips.
A faint chime resonated inside him.
[+5 JP]
Yu's lips curled in a slow, knowing smile. He didn't need DK01 to spell it out. Theo had broken in the night, shameful hands betraying the restraint of his mind. Masturbating to the image of him.
'Just as planned.'
Yu thought, though the thrill that ran through him was undeniable.
When Joy woke beside him with messy hair and a bright smile, Yu was already up, cheerful, as if nothing had happened. He teased her about her bedhead, helped her set the breakfast table, his voice carrying a soft, melodious lilt that filled the room with ease.
And every so often, he let his gaze flick toward the doorway where Theo lingered in silence, eyes stormy and dark. Yu's grin only widened, subtle and needling. He didn't have to say a word—his very brightness was a reminder, a provocation.
'Last night was only the beginning, though I hadn't expected him to have such a dirty idea of me…I kind of like it.'
Yu thought as he sipped his tea delicately, humming under his breath.
---
Theo had woken that morning with the remnants of heat still clinging to his skin, the shame of it sitting like a stone in his stomach. The dream haunted him, every detail vivid, every sound of Yu's voice replaying in his head.
Now, standing at the edge of the dining room, he tried to keep his eyes fixed anywhere but on Yuvin Beckham. When he finally sat at the table, he focused on the clink of silverware, the rustle of Joy's chatter, the steady breath of the morning. Anything but him.
But the harder he tried to avoid looking, the sharper his awareness became. He saw the pale flash of Yu's legs beneath the table. Heard the lilt in his voice as he teased Joy. Felt that same strange comfort from the car ride settle into his chest again, unbidden.
Theo's jaw clenched, knuckles white around his glass.
'It was just a dream. Nothing more. Just a dream.'
Yet the dream clung, as persistent as shadow. And no matter how he willed it away, every glance at Yu threatened to drag him back into it.
Theo exhaled sharply, shoving back from the table.
"I've got work to do."
He muttered, striding out before Joy could question it.
But the echo of Yu's laugh followed him down the hall.
---
In his study, Theo sat behind the heavy oak desk, leather chair creaking as he leaned forward, elbows pressed hard into its surface. The morning's papers lay untouched, the ink of his pen dried mid-signature.
He'd barely noticed Yuvin Beckham before. A harmless fixture in Joy's orbit. Gay, by all accounts—safe. He had no designs on Joy, no chance of stealing her away, no threat to the fragile balance Theo guarded so tightly.
But now…
Something had shifted. Yu was brighter, sharper, more magnetic. His laughter clung to the walls, his presence filling the house in ways Theo couldn't ignore. And the dream—he didn't dare think of it, though it stalked him every time he closed his eyes.
Theo's jaw clenched.
'I'm not gay. I can't be.'
His life had a path. He was to marry a proper woman—one who could give him heirs, sons to carry the Kingsley name so Joy would never have to be bartered away like some pawn. That was his burden, his responsibility.
Yet the image of Yu's smile, the sound of his voice, kept slipping under that armor. And for the first time in years, Theo felt something he couldn't categorize or control.
With a low growl, he pushed back from the desk, pacing the room as though he could walk off the thoughts. But no matter how many steps he took, Yu lingered—like heat he couldn't shake.
---
Meanwhile, Yu had changed back into his original clothes, sliding the borrowed pajamas neatly into a folded stack. Joy had waved him off with a cheerful hug, and now he stood at the edge of the estate's driveway, bag slung over his shoulder, autumn wind stirring through his dark hair.
DK01's screen flickered into view, crisp voice awaiting to disclose more information to him.
[Host Yu, I've been given more data. Tragic Target exhibits resistance due to heterosexual self-identification and familial duty archetype.]
Yu smirked, rolling his shoulders.
"Oh? So he's resisting me because of 'familial duty'? Well good! That's fine. I'm finding the chase fun. I've already come up with a strategy. I saw it on one of Sakura's drama shows."
He glanced back once toward the estate, eyes glinting.
"Push him gently at first. Let him see me as harmless. Bright. Comforting. He'll start leaning on me before he even realizes it. And when he does—"
Yu's grin sharpened.
"—I'll make him question everything he thinks he is."
[A boiling frog strategy?]
Yu tapped his chin thoughtfully, the wind tugging at his baggy shirt.
"Patience. I'll dangle threads—small touches, laughs, quiet presence with Joy. He already thinks I'm safe. That's how I'll get close enough to break him."
[Hmm. High-risk, high-reward. Maybe late-night binging Sakura's drama shows wasn't a complete waste of time. The Tragic Target's resistance variables are tied to generational duty. He believes his role is to provide heirs. Therefore, the future use of Volutio Eggo Fertilis skill may directly counter this barrier and actually be helpful for this world.]
Yu's smile turned sly, his voice dropping to a low purr.
"Exactly. Let him stew. Let him burn. When the time comes, I'll show him I can give him everything he's been told only a woman could."
He turned away from the estate, stepping onto the path back toward his own home.
"This is just like one of those otome games and manga! I'm the main character so that basically means he is already mine."
---
The study was quiet again, but Theo's mind refused him rest. He had shut the door, pulled out the dossiers of eligible women—the kind of marriage candidates his family had kept catalogued for years. It was supposed to steady him, to remind him of his duty.
One by one, he flipped through their files. Stiff portraits of carefully groomed women stared back at him. Their qualifications were pristine—bloodlines, accomplishments, reputations unmarred. Any of them would be acceptable wives, mothers of the heirs he was bound to produce.
But each page left him colder.
The more he looked, the further away they felt. Each face blurred into the same expression:
Composed, distant, brittle.
They carried none of the brightness that had filled his house the night before. None of the warmth of laughter that lingered even now in his ears.
'None of… him.'
Theo's fingers tightened on the edge of a folder until the paper threatened to tear.
'This is ridiculous.'
He pushed the files aside, breath sharp, forcing his thoughts into order. He had not been with a woman yet—that was the problem. His emotions were simply misfiring, confused by inexperience. Yu was nothing but Joy's friend. Harmless.
But the moment he shut his eyes, he saw again those hazel eyes glinting in the bathroom light, the porcelain pale of his legs, the teasing curl of his lips.
Theo raked a hand through his hair, swallowing hard against the heat curling low in his gut.
'I can't keep doing this.'
Yet the thoughts did not leave him.
---
The following day, Yu returned to campus, slipping into the rhythm of Yuvin Beckham's student life with ease. Classes blurred together again—stitching practice in fashion design, color theory in textiles. He laughed with classmates, answered questions with practiced charm, and drew eyes wherever he went without appearing to try.
But his true focus lay elsewhere.
Theo Kingsley.
Yu already knew Theo's routines thanks to DK01:
What classes he oversaw as part of his role in the college campus committee, where he walked during the lunch hour. It only took a little careful timing to set the stage.
As the lunch bell rang, Yu slipped his sketchbook under his arm and took the path across the courtyard—precisely where he knew Theo would be passing.
Theo's stride was purposeful, his expression set in the familiar mask of control. Students shrank away as he passed, murmuring low. But Yu didn't shrink—he stepped forward, sketchbook tucked under his arm, he timed it perfectly, stepping out from the shade of the old oak tree.
He looked up, smiling faintly, and let his hazel eyes catch the blue of Theo's as though by pure accident.
"Theo?"
He said, his tone light, surprised, harmless.
A "chance" encounter, but nothing about it was chance at all.
The sound of his name in that soft, melodic tone made Theo's head turn despite himself. Blue eyes met hazel.
Yu tilted his head, offering a small, unbothered smile.
"Didn't expect to run into you here. Guess fate has better timing than I do."
He chuckled softly, brushing back a strand of hair that fell into his face.
"Heading to a meeting? You always look like you've got a hundred things on your plate."
Theo's jaw tightened.
"I don't have time for idle chatter, Beckham."
His tone was clipped, dismissive.
"Shouldn't you be running along to class?"
Yu let the words roll past, unaffected.
"Already finished my classes for the day. I only had two today, lucky me."
He smiled again, softer this time.
"But thanks for the concern. You almost sound like you're worried about me."
Theo's gaze flicked away, sharp and curt.
"Don't put words in my mouth."
He picked up his pace, expecting Yu to fall back.
But Yu didn't. He matched stride, his sketchbook bouncing lightly against his side as though this were all the most natural thing in the world.
"So…"
Yu continued lightly.
"Joy said she wanted me to look at one of her projects later. She's got great ideas, but I think she doubts herself too much. You ever notice that?"
Theo exhaled through his nose.
"She doesn't need more encouragement to waste time on distractions."
Yu's smile only deepened.
"Distractions are where the best ideas are born. You'd be surprised what can come from letting yourself breathe."
Theo didn't respond right away, but he didn't tell Yu to stop talking either. Their footsteps echoed in tandem down the courtyard, the silence between words stretching but never snapping.
---
Finally, Yu checked the clock tower in the distance and sighed.
"Ah, I should go. Promised to meet a classmate to discuss a project."
He began to angle away, his tone light and casual, as though it were nothing.
But Theo's body betrayed him.
Before he could think, his hand shot out, fingers closing firmly around Yu's wrist.
"Who?"
The question hung, stark and demanding. Theo's grip was tight, his blue eyes sharp with something he couldn't name—panic, protectiveness, something else altogether.
The realization hit him like a jolt.
'Why? Why did I ask? Why did I stop him? Why do I care?'
Yu blinked, his gaze dropping pointedly to the hand encircling his wrist. His expression wasn't shocked—it was faintly inconvenienced, as though Theo were a chair in his way.
Slowly, Theo's fingers loosened. He withdrew his hand, jaw tight, shame biting at him as he realized what he'd done.
Yu tilted his head, voice soft but steady.
"I really have to go. I'll come by and see Joy soon."
And then he slipped away, his figure vanishing back into the flow of campus life—leaving Theo rooted in place, his heart pounding with questions he didn't dare voice.
Theo didn't move for a long while after Yu disappeared into the crowd. His hand still tingled, ghosting with the sensation of pale skin pressed under his grip.
'Why had I done that?'
His mind replayed it over and over. The soft give of Yu's wrist beneath his rougher hand. How small it had felt—delicate enough that his fingers overlapped. The stark contrast of their skin tones:
Yu's porcelain against his own warmer caramel complexion.
And most of all… the eyes.
When Yu had looked at him, there had been no fear, no submission—just that faint glimmer of inconvenience, as though Theo's grasp couldn't touch him, couldn't move him. That untouchable air stirred something deep in Theo's chest, something that burned and unsettled in equal measure.
He clenched his fists, dragging in a sharp breath.
'No. I can't… I won't name this.'
Yet he couldn't shake the memory. Couldn't forget how natural it had felt to hold him, how wrong it had felt to let go.
The Love-o-meter ticked up:
12 - 13
---
Meanwhile, Yu's footsteps carried him lightly across the courtyard, lips curling into a knowing smirk.
DK01's screen flickered to life.
[The effectiveness of this encounter garnered some new insight. His affection variable spiked with unexpected protective instinct. This little strategy is proving to be very successful.]
Yu hummed under his breath, his smile sly.
"Of course. The moment he touched me, he lost ground. That little crack will keep widening until it breaks him."
He adjusted his satchel strap, eyes glittering.
"I told you before—I wasn't an Incubus King for nothing. Though I wish he hadn't grabbed me like that…like him…"
Yu mumbled the last part to himself as his hand subconsciously brushed the wrist Theo had grabbed but just as quickly as the bitter feeling rose, it vanished. He disregards the unease and continues walking.
At last, Yu reached the steps of the library where his "classmate" waited. The text message had no saved name, just a time and a place.
So when Yu arrived, he was taken aback by who he was supposed to meet.
A tall guy with dark brown hair that caught the sun in faint glints, and steady gray eyes that seemed to pierce past the noise of the campus. His posture was relaxed but confident, an aura of quiet strength radiating from him.
Yu slowed, recognition striking.
[That is Izan Markel. The protagonist of the world. The one destined for Joy.]
Yu's smirk deepened.
'Well, I'll be damned. Looks like today's about to get even more interesting.'
---
The campus library smelled faintly of old parchment and polished wood, sunlight streaming in long bars through high windows. Yu slipped inside after Izan Markel and the two took a seat at an empty table.
Izan glanced at Yu, gray eyes steady, expression calm.
"Beckham…"
He said, voice even.
"You got the material?"
Yu gave a soft smile, sliding into the seat opposite him.
"Nope! But I'm a fast learner."
He said it lightly, teasing, though he studied the boy closely. Here was Joy's fated love—her future. Yu needed to play his cards carefully.
Their project was for the History of Rome course. The project:
Rome's culture of love and how its philosophies shaped the modern world.
Izan was direct, already scribbling notes.
"The Romans tied love to duty, not just passion. Marriage was survival—alliances, heirs, legacy. But still, their poets wrote about beauty, desire, even forbidden affections."
Yu tilted his head, eyes glinting.
"Funny, isn't it? How something forbidden often ends up being the strongest kind of love."
Izan looked at him, gray eyes narrowing just slightly, as though weighing his words.
Yu smiled again, softer now, and gestured to the notes.
"Joy would love this topic. She has a romantic streak, doesn't she? I bet she could talk circles around us."
He dropped her name deliberately, weaving her into the conversation with skill. His words planted seeds, turning Izan's focus back toward the girl fate had already marked for him. All the while, Yu leaned into his own charm—bright, harmless, safe. A bridge between them.
---
That evening, Theo sat again in his study, paperwork spread across his desk. But the ink blurred on the page, unreadable. His mind drifted back to the courtyard, to Yu's wrist in his hand, to the softness of that skin against his rougher palm.
It burned him. Haunted him.
No matter how many times he told himself it meant nothing, the memory crept back, insistent and sharp.
Finally, Theo shoved back from the desk, breath sawing in his throat like he'd sprinted a mile. He slammed the study door shut and twisted the lock with a sharp click that echoed too loud in the silence. His feet carried him into the adjoining bathroom on autopilot, each step clipped, urgent, cock already half-hard and straining against his zipper.
He slapped one palm against the cold porcelain sink, knuckles whitening. The other hand—the same one that had clamped around Yu's wrist—shook like a live wire, fingers flexing open and closed as if the ghost of that slim, fragile bone still pulsed beneath them.
The memory detonated behind his eyes:
Yu's wrist, delicate, porcelain-pale against the darker tan of Theo's grip; the faint blue veins under translucent skin, the way Yu hadn't flinched, hadn't pulled away. Just looked up through those dark lashes, unbothered, untouchable, lips parted on a breath that might've been a laugh or a moan. That look—cool, knowing, filthy—slammed straight to Theo's balls.
"Fuck!"
Theo hissed, voice cracking. His cock throbbed, fully erect now, the head slick and pushing past his waistband.
"Goddamn you, Yuvin."
He ripped his belt open with a metallic clink, shoved his pants and boxers down in one frantic motion. His shaft sprang free, flushed angry red, veins bulging, pre-cum already pearling at the slit and dripping in a slow, obscene thread. The cool air kissed the wet tip and he shuddered, hips jerking forward into nothing.
Theo spat into his palm—wet, messy, impatient—and wrapped his fist around himself. The first stroke was brutal, skin dragging over slick skin with a filthy sound that made his spine arch. He braced his forehead against the mirror, breath fogging the glass, and started jerking himself with punishing speed.
"Bet you'd love this!"
He growled to the empty room, imagining Yu's voice in his ear, low and mocking.
"Go on, Theo. Show me how hard I make you."
His hips snapped into his fist, balls drawing up tight. He pictured Yu on his knees in this very bathroom, those smart-ass lips stretched wide around Theo's cock, throat working, eyes watering but never breaking contact.
"Take it!"
Theo snarled aloud, voice ragged.
"Fucking take every inch, you little—"
The fantasy shifted:
Yu bent over the sink instead, shorts yanked down, pale ass spread and glistening with lube, begging in that teasing lilt.
"Please, Theo, need you to split me open, need you to ruin me—"
Theo's rhythm stuttered. His fist flew faster, slick with pre-cum and spit, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off tile. His balls tightened, orgasm coiling hot and vicious at the base of his spine.
"Yu—"
The name tore out of him like a prayer and a curse.
"Fuck, Yu, I'm—"
Release hit like a freight train. Theo's whole body seized, cock pulsing violently as thick ropes of cum shot across the sink, splattering the mirror, dripping in heavy strands down the porcelain. He choked on a groan that sounded more animal than human, hips still rocking into his fist, milking every last shudder.
His knees nearly buckled. He sagged forward, forehead pressed to the cool glass, chest heaving, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. Cum cooled on his knuckles, on the sink, on his spent cock still twitching against his thigh.
Shame crashed in right behind the pleasure, hot and bitter. Theo stared at his reflection—flushed, wrecked, lips bitten raw—and whispered to the empty room.
"What the hell are you doing to me?"
---
Miles away, Yu had just finished organizing his notes when a familiar chime echoed inside him.
[+5 JP]
He paused, lips curving slowly, knowingly. Theo had just folded again. And this time, not to a dream. To the memory of touching him.
Yu leaned back in his chair, chuckling under his breath.
"Hook, line, and sinker."