Warning: Sexual Content

To be continued never happened. After dinner with Karn’s friends, Fuse eagerly waited in their dorm for the mafia son’s arrival. But as the hours passed by, his eyelids grew heavier, and the stirring excitement in his chest dwindled. And before he could begin worrying about what Karn was up to, he’d fallen asleep.

The next morning, Karn was still nowhere to be seen. Fuse would’ve been concerned, but the fresh scent of spritzed cologne in the room and absence of Karn’s school shoes from the front door indicated that he’d left before Fuse had woken up.

At school, Fuse thought he might’ve caught Karn lingering in the hallways, but there was no trace of him. He cast his notion aside and carried on with his routine, meeting Ake and Mali after Business Management.

“Hey, Ai’Fuse. Is that a 9mm Parabellum in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” Ake quickly dipped his gaze to Fuse’s crotch and glanced up once his remark had been acknowledged.

Immediately embarrassed, Fuse looked down and sighed with relief. He knew he didn’t have a boner, but he was concerned that the pen in his pocket was creating an off-putting illusion.

“Ha! Made ya look.” Ake chuckled, and evil amusement flashed across his face.

Mali rolled her eyes. “Boys have such immature humor.”

“I’m not a boy.” Ake shot her a playfully annoyed look and puffed out his chest. “I’m a man.” Fuse’s stomach growled loudly. “And by the sound of it, Ai’Fuse has a man’s appetite.”

“I’ve really gotta eat.” Fuse didn’t want to be rude and leave Mali without a proper greeting, but his body was beginning to shake. His blood sugar levels felt like they were dropping as he spoke. Each passing moment was another suffering minute without food in his system.

“Then let’s bounce.” Ake looped his arm around Fuse’s shoulder.

“Wait.” Mali bit her lower lip and looked at Fuse with a timid gaze. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

“What’s up? Is your dog okay?” Fuse asked. Though she’d said that her dog was recovering, that didn’t mean things couldn’t change.

Mali smiled and nodded her head. “My dog’s fine.” She tugged a strand of curled hair and twirled it around her finger. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to see a movie with me.”

A date? Fuse smiled in delighted surprise. Though she’d asked him out once before, he was still taken off guard by the fact that a girl as pretty as Mali was inviting him out again. Many guys at school had their sights set on her.

Now that he thought about it, Mali was the perfect person to pop his dating cherry. She was a really nice girl and easy to get along with. He never felt awkward around her, despite the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous. She was just the type of person that he could try to start a relationship with. Plus, she already seemed to like him. Half the battle was already won.

Ake leaned on Fuse’s shoulder and grinned at Mali. “Sure, when?”

She kept her gaze on Fuse and swept her hair behind her shoulders, exposing her low-buttoned blouse. “I meant with Ai’Fuse.”

“Well, if you take one of us, you have to take both of us.” Ake pulled Fuse closer as if to emphasize his point.

She glared at Ake and paused as if to consider his claim. Fuse felt his glare match her irritation. Ake should know better than to crash a date. But perhaps he really was denser than lead.

“Fine,” Mali said, her smile not meeting her eyes. “How would you both like to see a movie with me tonight?”

“I’m free.” Fuse was glad there wasn’t program training today.

“As am I.” Ake winked.

“Great.” Mali pulled out her phone. “I’ll text you the details.”

They said their goodbyes and parted ways with Mali. Fuse could smell the chicken and rice from the hallway, even if the canteen was meters away.

“Why?” Fuse adjusted his backpack strap as his friend released his hold.

“Why what?” Ake’s feigned innocence might’ve fooled anyone else, but Fuse saw that suspicious glint in his eyes. Fuse shot him an unconvinced look.

“Okay, I’m sorry that I forced myself onto your date, but I figured that I could ask N’Tao out and make it a double date. I’ve never asked him out before and going on a group date would be a good start.”

Fuse sighed. Ake was right. A group date would be a good start. And he had no idea what the hell he was doing. This was his first date ever. Having his trusted friend by his side could take the edge off his nerves.

“It’s fine. At least you’re finally manning up and asking N’Tao out.” Fuse licked his lips as soon as the canteen came into view, the long line of people not deterring him from his meal. He dropped his bag by a table to save himself a seat and rushed to the end of the line. Thankfully, the lunchline usually moved along quickly.

Ake’s cheeks turned three shades red. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t laugh in my face.”

“Only one way to find out.”

* * *

Fuse arrived at the movie theatre in his nicest shirt and pair of slim jeans. He’d spent longer than he’d like to admit, styling his hair back to look more polished. And though he could’ve sworn he’d left them at home, he was glad to have found his fancy, leather shoes in his dorm closet.

Dressed in a tight-fitting shirt and slacks, Ake was waiting by the water fountain in front of the theatre. As soon as Fuse approached, an overwhelming waft of cologne smacked him in the face like a truck.

“Dude, did you pour the whole bottle of cologne on yourself?” Fuse waved Ake’s scent away with the pink rose he’d bought on his way to the theatre. Some online dating tips advised a sweet gesture to make his date feel special.

Ake raised his arms and gave his pits a quick sniff test. “Why? Is it noticeable?”

“I could smell you from the bus stop.” Fuse stepped away to suck in a few breaths of fresh air.

Ake stuck his hand in the water fountain and splashed some water onto his neck. He then started wiping his wet hands on his dark shirt, wiggling his hips as he smoothed himself out. To a random spectator, it looked like Ake was making like a duck in a pond. Or was a crackhead.

“Help me!” Suddenly, Ake snatched Fuse’s wrist and forced his hand to brush down his torso.

Fuse pulled his arm back and scowled at the assault. “That’s not going to do anything!”

“I need to get this off.” Ake whined like a preschooler, probably freaking out that he was going to put off his date with his overpowering perfume.

“Get what off?” Tao asked, he and Mali arriving together beside Fuse.

They both jumped and adjusted themselves.

“There was a spider on my shirt.” Ake laughed awkwardly and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, cheeks turning the shade of a red pepper. “Like, tarantula sized. I almost died just now.”

Fuse took a curious glance at Mali. Soft curls of hair hung against her sweet, knee-length pink dress. It was fairly modest but fit her body in a way that left little room to the imagination. A silver necklace with a small diamond hung down her chest, matched with a few slender bracelets.

Fuse smiled and offered her the delicate flower in his hand. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Mali accepted the rose with a grin sweeter than sugar and sniffed the petals. “Thank you,” she said softly.

After everyone greeted each other, they stepped in line to order their tickets. Mali brushed her arm against Fuse and gave him a shy smile. Taking the hint, he took her hand and interlocked their fingers. Her palm was soft and small…Much different than Karn’s large and protective grip. Still, the way her tiny fingers barely wrapped past his knuckles was very cute.

“So, what movie are we seeing, anyway?” Ake stuck closely to Fuse, almost avoiding Tao entirely. Fuse had to wonder if Tao even knew this was a double date…Probably not.

“Rise of the Dead.” Mali lightly squeezed Fuse’s hand.

Ake gulped. “A horror movie? Isn’t that a bit of a mood killer?”

“Why?” Tao frowned with a playful smile. “You’re not afraid of horror movies, are you?”

“Of course not!” Ake stiffly re-tucked his shirt in his pants, a small crack in his voice. “I’m just saying that ‘Jadi and the 'Princess Pony’ seems much more our speed. I mean, who doesn’t love ponies? And a pony that is a princess? Talk about a plot twist.”

“If you want to watch a movie made for five year old girls, go for it.” Mali quirked an annoyed brow, evidently displeased by Ake’s suggestion. She leaned into Fuse’s shoulder. “Ai’Fuse and I are going to be watching ‘Rise of the Dead’.”

“Right.” Ake stepped forward as the line shortened. “I was just making sure we weighed all our options.”

It didn’t take long for them to order their tickets and grab some food. Fuse ended up paying for himself and Mali..

They sat at the very back of the theatre, away from the people gathered in the middle and with the best view in the room. As Mali settled next to Fuse, she lifted up the armrest between them. The theatre lights dimmed, the movie screen illuminating with more intensity. A heavy grumble played from the speakers. Fuse laid back comfortably in his seat, preparing to sit still for the next two hours. Feeling unexpected warmth, he glanced down to see Mali had put her hand on his thigh, while her gaze remained glued to the screen.

Fuse shifted the popcorn bucket on his lap further away and slipped his hand into her soft palm. He internally cursed as a bit of popcorn spilled to the ground—courtesy of his jittering leg, which practically screamed that he was out of his element.

If he held her hand for too long, would she think he was weird for not wrapping his arm around her shoulder? Would she think he’s a pervert if he accidentally pulled her hand too close to his crotch? And what if she tried to kiss him, and his breath tasted like popcorn? That didn’t sound very appealing.

Fuse sucked in a deep breath. This was just Mali. He’d known her for two years. She was still the same girl that snorted when she laughed and cringed at Ake’s terrible humor. Everything was fine.

Mali tightly squeezed his hand at the first jump scare. Judging by her closed eyes and shortened breath, she wasn’t as into horror movies as she’d led on. With a faint smile, Fuse let go of her hand and wrapped a protective arm around her elegant shoulders. She burrowed her head into the crook of his neck and slid her arm further on his thigh. A small shiver ran down his back. He leaned into her touch, secretly appreciating her cupcake-scented perfume. It was soft and sweet, just like her. A much gentler smell than Karn’s spiced, expensive cologne.

The movie didn’t turn out to be the greatest, but the cheesy dialogue and cringe-worthy acting was made up by Mali’s warmth and small laugh at Fuse’s occasional commentary. He hadn’t realized it before, but she had such a nice laugh.

They ended the evening with Mali giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. It was short, honest, and made Fuse feel a little like he was on cloud nine. If he knew dating someone could make him feel this way, he would’ve started much sooner.

* * *

Enjoying his light high from the date, Fuse stepped into the dorm with a deep sigh and desire to pass out.

Reading a thick novel, Karn was laying on top of his blanket in a thin, white tank top and pair of gray sweat-shorts. Even casual, he looked sexy. As soon as the door closed, he snapped his book shut. His eyes narrowed on Fuse. “Where have you been?”

“Out.” Fuse shrugged. After slipping his shoes off, he strode to his side of the room, brushing off the other male’s irritability.

Karn’s frown deepened at the curt response. “Why didn’t you invite me?” He tapped his finger on the spine of his novel, expectantly gazing at Fuse like a parent confronting his child.

“You don’t even know where I went.” Fuse unbuttoned the top of his shirt, releasing the heat trapped underneath. He approached his dresser and started rummaging through for sleepwear.

Karn set his book on the nightstand with a heavy thump. “You were with Ake, Tao, and Mali at the movies.”

Fuse snapped his head back. “How did you know that?”

“I sent out a shadow bodyguard for you.” Karn scoffed. “You’re a bodyguard and don’t know when you’re being followed?”

Fuse scowled. His dad would’ve made a remark second-guessing his competency, but he didn’t expect that attitude from Karn. To be honest, he’d forgotten he was being shadowed.

“You’re not supposed to notice them. They’re literally called ‘shadow bodyguards’.” He turned his attention away and snatched a T-shirt and sweatpants from his drawer, ignoring the anger that began curling in his stomach. “Anyway, why does it matter? Why would you even want to go along?”

“Wouldn’t you want me to come with you?” Karn’s sense of entitlement was thick in his voice.

“If I did, I would’ve invited you.” Fuse snapped his drawer shut and tossed his clothes on the top of the dresser.

“Why didn’t you want me there?”

Fuse paused. He didn’t know if he should announce that he’d just been on a date. It was all so new, and he didn’t want to jinx anything. It was best to keep it on the down-low for now and see how things went.

“It’s not a matter of whether I wanted you there or not.” He stood against the dresser, watching the other male’s frustration grow on his face. “I just didn’t think about it.”

“You mean me.”Karn’s sharp tone stung Fuse’s ears. “You didn’t think about me.”

“Not really.” Only two times, but who was counting?

“You could’ve at least told me you were going.” Karn’s patience had thinned out. He used that voice Fuse hated, the one people used when they were talking down to him. Like he was unreliable. No good.

“Why?” Fuse’s temper flared red hot. He crossed his arms. “You’ve sent out stalkers to do that for you.”

“Shadow bodyguards,” Karn corrected. “And we’re program partners. We’re supposed to know each other’s whereabouts.”

“I don’t see you texting me about your every move.” Fuse’s heart thundered against his ears, blood boiling under his skin. “In fact, you know way more of my ‘whereabouts’ than I know of yours. But fine. You want to play that game. Where were you last night? You weren’t at our dorm after dinner.”

“I had a sudden obligation that went longer than expected.” Karn quipped in his obnoxiously refined tone.

“Wow.” Fuse’s vexation flared. “So let me get this straight—”

“Hard to do when you’re gay,” Karn cut off.

“I never said I was gay,” Fuse sassed.

“Okay.” Karn shrugged off his indignant attitude. Though he tried masking his anger with nonchalance, the veiled expression in his eyes still revealed the secret fire raging underneath his smooth façade. “Bisexual then.”

“I’m not putting a label on myself—”

“What’s wrong with accepting yourself?” Karn pressed.

“I have to know what I am accepting before I just accept it.” Fuse huffed, frustrated that he was being prevented from finishing a complete thought. “And you still haven’t really answered my question. Where the fuck were you?”

“In Thailand.”

“No shit, in Thailand.” Fuse rolled his glaring eyes. “What were you doing?”

“Mafia business.”

“What does that mean?” Fuse’s muscles tensed, and for a moment, he’d forgotten to take a breath. Whenever he was mad, he’d hold back his emotions like an immovable dam, mainly to prevent his father from hitting him at any hint of challenged authority.

“It means it’s my business and not yours.”

Karn was such a fucking hypocrite…He was upset when Fuse wouldn’t tell him anything, only to do the same thing when the tables were turned.

“So you get to keep tabs on everything I’m doing, and I can’t know what you’re up to?” Fuse scoffed, amazed by the male’s sense of entitlement. “That seems fair.”

“That’s different,” Karn said, condescension etched in his appearance. “I’m doing this for your safety. You don’t give a shit what I’m doing. You’re just trying to win an argument.”

“Fuck you!” Fuse grit his teeth at the penetrating gaze from the other male. “How’s that for winning an argument?”

“Shia!” Karn’s eyes flashed in offense. He shook his head, full anger finally breaking out on his face. “All I wanted to know was why you didn’t invite me to the movies! You don’t have to talk to me like that!”

“I’ll talk to you however I want,” Fuse said, the volcano of his held-back temper erupting. “You’re not being fair to me. You’re so damn secretive, but you want me to be completely transparent. I bet there was no mafia business last night. One of your hookups probably called. That’s why you weren’t back until morning.”

Karn sat up straighter, clearly shocked by the accusation. “I would never ditch someone for a hookup! And I know how to treat those special to me. I invite them to hang out.”

Fuse’s annoyance swelled from Karn’s bitter tone. “I’ve made it pretty clear to you that we aren’t that close. We’re friends with benefits and program partners at best.”

“Program partners that have kissed! That have touched each other’s dicks!” Karn’s face was turning into new shades of devil red as he ranted, a thick vein popping out from his neck. “That I’ve given a blowjob to!” His voice croaked, though Fuse couldn’t tell if that was from a dry throat or caught up emotions.

“Right,” Fuse said. “And last I checked, those aren’t things you do at a movie theatre. Hence, your presence wasn’t needed. But the next time I need my dick sucked, you’ll be the first to know.”

Karn shot out of his bed.

“Where are you going?” Fuse watched Karn man brush past him. His fists were clenched and shaking as he strode towards the door. Irked by the apparent dismissal, Fuse was hard on his heels.

“Hey!” Fuse shackled his wrist, surprised his fingers barely touched each other—Such a contrast from Mali’s petiteness. “Answer me when I’m talking to you!”

Karn wrenched his arm away, enough to communicate that he wanted Fuse to get off, and dragged the door open. Protest racing in his veins, Fuse shoved Karn’s body against the door, slamming it shut and met with sharp eyes.

Karn didn’t have to say anything to tell Fuse he was pissed. His dark glare sent a spiral of chills down Fuse’s spine. His splayed fingers raked against the door and curled into tight fists. The whisper of his panting breaths hitting Fuse’s face.

Fuse’s gaze dropped to his chest, collarbones peeking from underneath the thin, white tank top that also failed to hide his hard nipples. Pulse hammering in his throat, he swallowed hard as he considered how it’d feel to run his tongue along one of those coffee-colored buds.

Mind laced with sudden lust, his memory of their argument was wiped away and replaced by much greedier thoughts. He had Karn panting against the door, mouth parted in a way that lent his imagination many ideas as to how it could be filled. The memory of his cock between those pink lips shot straight to the hardening length in his jeans. Karn’s mouth was so hot and wet. He’d clearly mastered the art of sucking dick. It took everything in Fuse’s power to stop himself from cumming in Karn’s mouth the second his lips pursed around the tip. He wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

Fuse refocused his attention on Karn’s solid pecs.

I’ll start there.

Grabbing the collar of the tank top, he yanked it down and licked his lips at the exposure of Karn’s erect nipple—demanding to be touched.

He gasped at a sudden, blunt sting on his ass-cheek, clenching the fabric in his hands tightly from the electric sensation. His gaze met the evil glint in Karn’s eyes.

“No touching. You’ve lost that privilege,” Karn murmured, firmly squeezing his ass and digging his thumb under the waistband of his pants.

Fuse had been smacked plenty of times before, but this felt different to anything he’d ever experienced. This minor pain was exhilarating, addicting even, and he wanted to tell Karn to continue. Such an exotic feeling, sexual pain and pleasure. Pain he… craved.

Testing his sincerity, Fuse tossed Karn a defiant smirk and gave his nipple an experimental flick with his finger.

Karn wasted no time and punished him with a harder, thrilling smack. Fuse’s muscles tightened, passionate prickles spreading down from the nape of his neck. He growled as he watched Karn cover himself back up, a punishment too cruel. With a cool smile, Karn flipped their positions, Fuse’s back now to the door.

“Just for that, you’ve lost kissing privileges too.” Karn wore an arrogant expression, too confident in his discipline. It was like he knew what Fuse wanted most and decidedly took it away from him.

Fuse stared at his lips like this was the last time he’d see them, memorizing the sexy curve in his cupid’s bow and how soft they were against his skin. Such beautiful lips said such merciless words. They’d be much prettier against his mouth or around his cock. He never thought he’d want a kiss so badly, but now that it was gone, it was all he could think about.

As if reading his mind, Karn leaned in, Fuse eagerly moving in for the kiss and instinctively closing his eyes. Fuse gasped as a shocking rush of coolness smacked against his opened chest. Karn had torn his shirt open in one swift movement. Fuse jolted at the sensation of Karn’s tongue quickly brushing against his earlobe. Then his neck…his chest.

He opened his eyes once it dawned on him that Karn wasn’t going to give him that long-awaited kiss and watched him nip his freshly goosebumped skin. Since Karn had seen him shirtless a few times, he’d grown less ashamed of being unclothed.

“I thought you said no touching,” Fuse argued, brows furrowing. He hated that he almost sounded needy. Screw Karn for knowing how he affected him. It was torture to hold himself back from sliding Karn’s velvety hair between his fingertips—the threat of Fuse losing another privilege keeping him from following his instincts.

“You’re not allowed to touch me,” Karn clarified, teasing his fingers along the small of Fuse’s back, squeezing a breath of yearning from his lungs. It was like he was doing everything he could to make Fuse touch him, just so he could give him another punishment. “I’m allowed to touch you.”

“I don’t like that rule,” Fuse blurted.

“Think about that next time you say, ‘fuck you,’ to me.” The usual light edge in Karn’s tone was darkened by anger. Although he was having his way with Fuse, he clearly wasn’t happy with him.

Fuse squirmed underneath his suppression, his untouched lips tingling with desire. He didn’t like kissing Karn just because it felt good—it heightened the intensity of the moment. In a weird way, it was how they’d gotten acquainted with each other. And though he’d rather die than admit it, Fuse was addicted to the taste of melting into Karn’s mouth. It was the only way Fuse could completely lose himself and fall into intimacy. Without the kissing, he felt incomplete.

Karn dragged his fingers across Fuse’s chest. They were soft like a rich boy who hadn’t worked a hard day in his life and soothing like warm tea to a dry throat. Heat spread throughout his body as Karn faintly traced along his ribcage, almost so lightly that Fuse would’ve missed the touch had he not been paying attention, but still with enough pressure to make him curl his toes against the cold floor.

Fuse suppressed a whine as Karn continued to barely touch him, his cock achingly hard in his jeans, feeling like he was about to burst out of the zipper. He wanted to demand Karn touch him more but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was craving the contact. That bastard didn’t deserve it when he was torturing him like this.

Fuse’s legs quivered as he felt Karn get in between his thighs and palm his steely cock through his clothing.

“Karn…” he gasped as Karn rested their foreheads together, Fuse hyper-sensitive to their proximity. His lips were so close. Too close to ignore. He sucked in a deep breath of Karn’s musky cologne. That was all it took for his mind to blank and kiss him without fearing the consequences.

It was brief, cut off by a surprisingly hard smack to his ass that made Fuse jump and smack his head against the door, both his rear end and skull now throbbing. He grunted in dismay as the grip on his cock disappeared, and he lowered his own hand to satisfy the ache.

Karn snarled and shoved his hand away. “Now you’ve lost the privilege of touching yourself.”

That once excited dance in Fuse’s stomach twisted into an anxious knot. Karn had never been this serious before. His words were heated with a fiery rage that blistered Fuse’s elation into ash. As Karn snagged Fuse’s shirt and dropped it on the floor, his skin crawled with uncomfortable goosebumps.

“Are you mad at me?” Fuse’s voice croaked. Fuck, why did his voice raise to that fucking pitch?

“Fucking furious.”

Karn kicked Fuse’s shirt behind him and jerked him closer by his belt loop, forcefully and with aggressive intent.

Fuse’s throat tightened. He hated people being mad at him. This side of Karn was harsh, a version he hadn’t shown Fuse before. This shift in behavior made him less predictable. And admittedly, a bit intimidating. Fuse choked on the breath he failed to keep constant, head growing light. Panic spiked in his veins. He stared into Karn’s tapered eyes, black spots beginning to splatter in his vision. Clutching nervous fists, he closed his eyes and tried to relax his violently beating heart.

A pair of soft lips pressed to his. Fuse’s body instantly relaxed against the gentle touch. Karn took his arms and wrapped them around his neck, granting Fuse permission to hold him. Fuse clung to him like a lifesaver and moaned as Karn stretched his mouth open with his tongue.

Karn slipped one hand around his waist, pulling him deeper into his tender embrace. He brushed calming circles on his bare skin with his thumb, catching his racing heartbeat against his palm. Fuse sighed happily into the kiss, slipping out of his burgeoning panic attack and settling back to his original state of desire.

He much preferred this version of Karn—the one that’d take care of him. Though it was sexy to see Karn take control, he wanted reassurance that the mafia son wasn’t going to rip him apart. He never wanted to be scared of his touch.

Calming down, Fuse felt a bit embarrassed of his reaction. It was a tad over-the-top. All Karn had done was tease him with a bit of role play. His lack of sexual experience was seriously to his detriment.

Karn slowly broke their kiss and held Fuse’s cheek in his hand, giving him a calm expression. “Are you okay?” he whispered softly, brushing his thumb along Fuse’s chin. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m not actually mad anymore. I just got carried away. But I promise, I’m not angry with you right now. If anything, I’m angry at myself for scaring you. I took it too far. I’m sorry.”

Surprised by the sudden softness, Fuse nodded. He slipped his fingers through Karn’s silky hair for comfort but pulled them away after quickly remembering that he’d be ‘punished’.

Karn chuckled. “You can touch me.”

Fuse grabbed a handful of his hair before Karn changed his mind. Satiny, thick locks were squeezed between his fingers. His hair was as smooth as it looked. Sleek strands gathered in his palm like the faux fur of a luxury coat. He loved the soft texture—much nicer than his own coarse hair. Fuse would resent him for it, but Karn was generous enough to let him touch it. So, he decided to feel lucky instead of jealous.

Slowly, Karn pulled Fuse from the door and lured him to the closest bed. A short gasp escaped from Fuse as he fell onto the mattress, head sinking into the pillow. Judging by the fresh scent of cologne, this was Karn’s bed. Excitement buzzed in his ears as Karn crawled on top of him, settling between Fuse’s parted thighs. The sexy male gave him a short kiss before quickly unzipping Fuse’s jeans.

Fuse sucked in a short breath. “Wait.”

His protest made Karn pause and gaze at him with concern.

“Can you take your shirt off?” Shameful heat burned Fuse’s cheeks.

Karn smirked through his amused snort and wasted no time shedding his shirt over his head and onto the floor. His pale, flexing muscles illuminated from the moonlight that snuck through the curtains. Fuse traced his rows of firm abs, enjoying the way they twitched under his touch and smiled at the tented jean pressing against his naval. He’d been so focused on himself that he didn’t even realize his own effect on Karn. With hardly any kissing or foreplay, he’d managed to make Karn’s cock stand at full attention.

Fuse’s breath stalled as he felt Karn slip his hand into his underwear and against his bare flesh. Once his cock was exposed to the cool air of their dorm, his muscles tightened. Karn leaned down and crashed their lips together, hungrily sucking on his tongue, smooth and eager, the way Fuse liked it. He let out a pleased moan, twirling their tongues together. As Karn gently stroked his cock, Fuse heard another zipper unfastened.

Fuse writhed in anticipation as Karn continued touching him with languid pumps, his other hand fumbling with his pants. Just as he was about to say something, he felt warm flesh press against his cock. It was hard and silky. Curious, Fuse glanced down. His brows shot up as he saw their cocks pressed together. Karn’s was a little larger and thicker, but not significantly so.

Fuse tightly swallowed his moan and Karn’s tongue as he stroked their cocks together. The velvety skin rubbed against his length, creating a unique and pleasant friction that Fuse had yet to feel from his own hand.

Karn always seemed to know how to give Fuse a new and amazing experience. It was just a cock touching his, hard as metal, yet it also felt softer than the cotton sheets he gripped in order to hold back his guttural moans. He was so vulnerable, underneath Karn like this and felt so naked, even though it was just his chest and cock exposed. Though Karn had seen him before, had touched him in such a private area, and had kissed him dozens of times, he found ways to make it feel as though he was experiencing it all for the first time.

Within minutes, they were both sweaty and panting messes. Fuse had lost count of the amount of times he’d thrown his head back, each time giving Karn’s jaw access to his neck so he could sneak in a few heated kisses to his throat. Their heavy breaths filled each other’s mouths, matching each other’s gasps.

Karn laved and moaned into his mouth as he quickened the pace. His gorgeous voice was thick as honey and caused him to shudder. Fuse began trembling as that tight knot in his stomach began loosening. He’d been holding back for a while, and by this point was on the verge of explosion. The heat of their passion made his throat dry. His heart beat so rapidly it felt as though it was about to be punched out of his chest. Letting out a deep moan, he scrunched the sheets with his toes.

“I’m close,” Fuse sobbed against the kiss.

“Me too.” Karn fastened a stronger grip around their cocks, the additional pressure shooting straight to Fuse’s core.

Throwing his head back one last time, Fuse moaned a loud, satisfied cry to the ceiling and exploded over Karn’s hand and cock. In the same instance, he felt a warm liquid squirt onto his abs as he heard Karn grunt.

“S-shia…” Karn milked them through their orgasm, making sure every last drop was spilled before he pulled away. With a loud sigh, he fell next to Fuse, hand on his chest and eyes squeezed shut as he chased his breath.

Fuse brushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, arm weakly falling back onto the pillow. His muscles had lost all strength. He’d been laying down the whole time, yet he felt like he’d just finished a marathon.

Once Karn had caught his breath, he turned his head to Fuse with a tired smile. “We’ve never orgasmed together before.”

Fuse’s chest grew lighter. He nodded and looked across the room. Though his bed was close by, his burning legs kept him from leaving the comfort of Karn’s bed.

Ugh—I’m still covered in cum.

There was a sudden weight change from the other side of the mattress. Fuse glanced back to see Karn disappear into the bathroom. He returned with a small moist cloth and a clean abdomen. Fuse struggled to sit up, body still recovering from the orgasm, and watched Karn gently wipe the cum off his stomach.

Too lazy to get up again, Karn tossed the rag into the bathroom and dropped back onto the mattress. Fuse sank into the bed and nestled comfortably into the pillow and curve of Karn’s side.

Karn leaned over with a light smile and kissed his cheek. “Fundi naฝันดีนะ, 'Sweet dreams.'.”

Fuse turned away and fell asleep the second his eyes shut.