"I never thought about stargazing before, you know that, babe?"
(Let's try sweet talk might work, might score.)
"Same here. Since moving to Bangkok, it's like the city lights swallowed the
stars."
(Hello? I literally took my shirt off. The stars are just an excuse!)
"I've never seen them this clear… they're beautiful tonight."
(Turn around and look at me already!)
"I'd forgotten the sky could look like this. It's really beautiful."
(Star… you clueless adorable kid!)
"But I'm lucky," Rock murmured, "' cause I've got my own star. A little one,
bright and warm brighter than anything up there.
A star named… Star."
(If you don't melt to that, I swear I'll sulk.)
"You're being romantic today."
(It turned! It looked at me! Don't ruin this, please don't ruin this..)
"Don't kill the mood. I'm trying to set the atmosphere here."
Whoosh.
The smaller body suddenly climbed onto him, straddling his torso before he
could react. Rock's eyes flew wide.
"Star… babe…"
Soft warmth pressed onto his stomach, the faint scent he knew all too well
drifting up with every movement. In the dim light, with the stars shining
behind him, Star looked like a painting in some private gallery too stunning to
touch, too tempting not to.
"Want it~?"
(YES—finally!)
The sweet, brief question dropped like a spark Rock never expected to hear
it from the innocent-faced debtor sitting on top of him.
"You've gotten bold, babe.
Come on show me what you've got."
Star smirked, pushed himself up, and turned around. Standing over Rock's
hips, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his soft lounge pants and
slowly eased them down right in front of the man leaning back against the
headboard, eyes locked on the body he'd imagined far too many times.
A sharp breath escaped him half-gasp, half-swallow hands trembling as the
younger man slowly lowered himself in front of him. The sight alone was
enough to make Rock's grip on the sheets tighten, his throat going dry, heat
striking straight through him. Star's soft curves were only inches from his
face, teasing him, testing him, making every muscle in his body wind tight.
Rock barely had time to regain his breath before Star's hands slid over him,
deliberate and unhurried, every touch slow enough to torment. The younger
man's lips followed soon after warm, curious, tasting him like something he'd
been craving far too long. A low growl slipped from Rock's throat; he could
feel himself straining against every attempt at composure. Star only grew
bolder, taking him deeper, moving with a rhythm that made Rock's vision
blur.
"Star…" Rock's voice cracked, a rough whisper of need.
"Yes?"
"Baby…"
"Yes, sir…"
"…darling."
"Y-yes—!"
The pace between them twisted tighter, a mix of breathy sounds and
shuddering sighs until Rock finally reached out, unable to endure being the
only one unraveling. He pulled Star closer, hands firm on the younger man's
waist. A surprised noise escaped Star, muffled, but sweet enough to make
Rock's pulse slam. Rock leaned in, answering every tease with one of his
own, exploring him with a hunger he no longer cared to hide. Star's body
reacted instantly arching, trembling, giving in to every touch. Then Rock
lifted him effortless, possessive guiding Star onto his lap and facing the
balcony as moonlight spilled over their skin.
"I want you right here," Rock murmured against his ear, voice rough enough
to melt bone.
Star tried to protest, breathless, overwhelmed, clinging to Rock's arms as his
body adjusted to the closeness too full, too tight, too much.
"R-Rock… I it's… too intense…"
Rock held him steady, stroking along his back, voice low and shaking with
restraint.
"You're fine, sweetheart… if anyone's about to lose it, it's me. You feel better
than anything I've ever imagined."
Star choked on a moan, his legs giving out as Rock moved with increasing
urgency. His body trembled, overwhelmed, until the pleasure hit him too
hard to hold back. He came undone with a cry, shuddering in Rock's arms
yet Rock didn't slow.
He kept guiding Star through every wave, kissing him breathless, carrying
him from the bed to the balcony window, then back again, as if he couldn't
get enough of him no matter how many times Star trembled apart. Star
eventually sagged against him, boneless and shaking, barely able to keep
his eyes open. Rock gathered him close, still hungry, still chasing more, as if
making up for years of wanting. Because no matter how bold Star could
be…He never stood a chance against someone who'd been holding
everything in for far too long.
Mmm…
Someone once dreamed of having the kind of love that felt like coming home
waking up together, staring into each other's eyes, holding each other close,
talking about plans for the day, what to eat, whether they needed to go out or
would stay in watching movies, working out in the evening, having dinner,
then falling asleep in each other's arms.
Holding hands every day. Always taking care of each other.
Right now, it feels as if that dream… is finally taking shape.
A poor guy stumbling into love through an accident could that count as
romance?
The bright morning light spilled into the high-rise condo, waking its two
occupants with a soft glow.
Star's pale body was draped over Rock's broad, sun-kissed chest both of
them exhausted from a night that had burned itself into the walls.
By the time that storm of passion finally ended, the sky once filled with stars
had already turned orange with sunrise.
Star's skin was marked with kisses and faint bruises the kind that came from
being held by someone who loved deeply,
someone strange, rough around the edges, not exactly gentle nor
gentlemanly but still, someone who loved.
"Ooohhh…"
"Ugh… my back…"
Both of them groaned one lying face-down, the other star fished on his back
each clutching an edge of the bed like survivors. Rock, the larger one,
groaned into the sheets like his soul had escaped, while Star stared at the
ceiling, limbs spread out, eyes unfocused. They looked… like corpses.
Romantic? Absolutely not. Both clearly forgot they had physical limits.
"Babe…"
Rock's voice was hoarse as he reached out with a trembling hand, poking
Star's arm the smaller guy lying still like his spirit had left his body.
The CEO of the top luxury-car import company and his freshly-claimed lover
were sprawled naked, pale, and worn out beyond decency, like a pair of
overworked ghosts. The room was a disaster; the people inside even more
so.
Judging from the mess, there was no need to imagine how wrecked the two
of them were.
If Star had been pregnant, he would've delivered triplets his lower half felt
numb, and his backside felt… permanently occupied.
Absolutely ridiculous.
"Hiii…" Star finally croaked, lips dry, voice scratchy.
He looked just as ruined. Two lovers, dried out and emptied of every drop of
energy even lifting their heads made the room spin yellow.
"I'm hungry… babe, help… I can't move…"
Rock complained, voice drawn-out and pitiful, wanting to pull Star close but
too weak to do it.
"Rock… why did you go that crazy? Babe's gonna die."
"You say that like it wasn't fun. It's good for your health, you know? But right
now… can we just order food?"
"You order it! I can't even lift my arms. My legs won't close. I can still feel
something stuck back there. I can't. I'm gonna cry."
Whoever said waking up next to the person you love is supposed to be
sweet clearly never met someone as consistent as Rock. He stretched out a
long leg and nudged Star's trembling butt,