Duri couldn't take his eyes off Omani, completely mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Omani's eyes were locked intently on the computer screen, his long, elegant nose bridging the gap between his furrowed brow and the black-rimmed glasses perched delicately on his face. Duri couldn't help but notice the way Omani's full, luscious lips pursed together in concentration, the soft maroon flesh occasionally disappearing as Omani worried about it between his teeth.
The simple action sent a jolt of electricity through Duri's body, causing a familiar warmth to pool low in his abdomen. The tightness in Duri's pants was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, a physical manifestation of his desperate need for Omani's touch, his embrace, his everything.
With Akari gone, Duri craved the stress relief and comfort that only Omani could provide, his body yearning to be enveloped in Omani's strong, reassuring presence. Duri's gaze remained transfixed, his every sense hyper-focused on the captivating man before him, consumed by the overwhelming desire to have Omani in every possible way.
Omani looked up at Duri, catching him off guard. "Do you think she liked the hoodie and shoes?" he asked, being a bit worried that she took it in the wrong way.
"She better, after you had to sleep it and I had to spend my morning running in them" Duri placed his feet on Omani's desk.
Omani looked thoughtfully. "Maybe we pushed it," he looked at his partner. "I mean, we only know the women for a few days"
"She liked it" Duri reached over and touch Omani's hand, reassuring him. "She won't have worn them, if she didn't like them"
Omani struggled. "Maybe she was being nice," he started to play with Duri's fingers.
Duri stood, walking around the desk and touching Omani's face. "Akari doesn't seem like the type of fake shit" he traced his fingers over Omani's lips.
"You're right," Omani chuckled.
A comfortable hush settled between the two men as Duri found himself unable to shake the image of Omani being perfectly positioned to overpower him. A mischievous grin played on Duri's lips as he momentarily missed the challenge in Omani's eyes. Suddenly, he felt himself being gently pushed against the wall, right in front of their cherished Minhwa painting, which had been passed down through generations and held great sentimental value to both of them.
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Warmth enveloped Akari's hands as she nestled them deep within the soft, plush fabric of her hoodie pockets. Leaning back against the cool, metallic surface of the elevator door, she savored the cozy comfort enveloping her body.
The gentle ding of the elevator signaled her arrival, and with a bounce in her step, Akari emerged into the ornate hallways of Duri and Omani's private office. The walls were paneled in rich, honey-hued pine wood, the semi-circular arches lending an air of elegant sophistication. Scattered amidst the polished grandeur, delicate cherry blossom trees stood in full bloom, their pale pink petals drifting serenely through the air.
The sight was both alluring and eerie, the luxurious trappings hinting at a certain distance and detachment from the outside world. Akari couldn't help but feel a slight shiver as she made her way down the pristine corridors, the opulent setting evoking a sense of unease alongside its undeniable beauty.
Akari approached the partially open double sliding doors, her curiosity piqued by the muffled sounds coming from the other side. As she reached out to push the doors further open, something caught her eye through the gap, freezing her in place. There, in the intimate confines of the room, Akari witnessed a captivating scene unfold. Omani, his long, slender fingers gently encircling Duri's neck, held him with a tenderness that belied the intensity of their interaction. Duri, in turn, exhaled softly into Omani's space, the warm breath mingling between them in a sensual dance.
Akari felt a tingling sensation linger against her fingertips, as if the very air in the room had become charged with an electric current of desire. The palpable intimacy that filled the space filtered through Akari's body, sending shivers down her spine and overwhelming her senses. She was transfixed.
"Are you comfortable?" Omani purred in his smooth velvet voice.
"Don't tease me," Duri gasped, staring up into Omani's eyes with such desperate longing.
Akari stood frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest as a warm sensation enveloped her core. Her stomach churned and twisted, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Just as she began to feel overwhelmed by a sense of shame welling up inside her, a rush of heat flooded her cheeks, prompting her to take a step back. In her flustered state, she let out a clumsy noise, catching the attention of both men.
Akari stood still. "Come in, Mami," Omani said, opening the doors for her.
Duri stood before Omani's desk, leaning against it. "How did it go, Mama?" he asked, looking up from his eyelashes.
The elephant in the room was still crowding the area. "He is dead" Akari stood awkwardly in the office.
"Did you find out who he was working for?" Omani said, moving up behind her, taking in her white freesia scent.
Akari pulled out the invitation. "According to this, it's Vinny" she handed it to Omani behind her.
"How cliché" Omani huffed, as Duri walked towards Akari as Omani handed him the invitation. "A masquerade ball" he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"So it seems," Duri commented, rubbing the white residue. "What's this?" He asked, looking down at Akari.
"Cocaine," Akari said, nonchalantly.
Omani began to pick at Akari's hoodies. "Did you get some on you?" He dusted her shoulder.
Akari pushed his hands away. "I like it," he complained.
Duri pulled Akari's chin into his grasp. "You like it?" His eyes filled with concern.
"The smell, not the substance," Akari explained, shifting in her stance.
Akari felt an overwhelming sense of tension as she stood trapped between the two hulking men, their bodies pressed in close around her. She could feel their warm breath ghosting against the delicate skin of her neck, sending tingles down her spine. Their intense gazes seemed to burn into her, roving over her curves with a hunger that made her shiver.
Despite the intimacy of their proximity, Akari found herself surprisingly unperturbed. Rather than feeling claustrophobic or uneasy, a peculiar feeling of security, as if struck her their looming presence, was shielding her from some unseen threat. There was an undeniable intensity to the moment, an almost electric charge in the air that made her heart race.
Yet even as her body responded with goosebumps and the hair on the back of her neck standing on end, Akari couldn't shake the sense that this was exactly where she was meant to be. As the men continued their close inspection, Akari felt a thrill of anticipation course through her, unsure of what was to come, but certain that she wanted to see it through.
"So what's next?" Akari asked, feeling the awkwardness fall between them. "We attended the masquerade ball and I get to have a sniper," she smiled softly, secretly excited about it.
"I need to think about it first," Duri mumbled, noticing the dress hoops on Akari's hoodie. "You didn't remove the dress hoops" he caressed up the dress hoops.
"Oh" Akari shrugged. "I will cut them off later" she flicked his wrist.
Duri's strong, calloused hands effortlessly gripped the fabric hoops, swiftly pulling them off with a deft flick of his wrists. The ease with which he removed the hoops only served to draw Akari closer, her curiosity and intrigue piqued by his casual display of strength. When she stepped nearer, his face immediately caught her attention, with the shadows cast by his furrowed brow partially obscuring his gaze.
Akari felt herself becoming lost in the intensity of his stare, mesmerized by the rugged, earthy quality of his features. His scent, a captivating blend of fresh rainfall and the comforting warmth of sleep, enveloped her senses, and she found herself willingly, almost helplessly, succumbing to its allure.
"Thank you," Akari whispered, looking into his eyes.
"The tag is still on," Omani mumbled against his ear.
"Don't…" Akari said, but Omani pulled on the tag.
As Akari stepped back into Omani's embrace, she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck, his nose gently gliding up the delicate skin there. The scent he was taking in was familiar, one he had witnessed Duri inhale deeply earlier, a captivating blend of sweetness and earthiness that seemed to cling to Akari's very being.
The air between the three of them crackled with an undeniable tension, a magnetic pull that was growing harder to resist with each passing moment. Akari reached out, her fingers curling around the soft fabric of Duri's shirt, as if needing the physical connection to anchor herself. Omani moved in closer, his body pressing against Akari's, the heat radiating from him enveloping her in a sensual haze.
"Ease, Mani," Duri warned softly, cupping Akari's chin. "Take it easy, my love," he gently warned his love.