At just over nine o'clock in the evening, Austin's arrival was greeted quietly as he entered his room. The numbers nine and zero six on the script had his attention for three seconds. Walking towards the mirror, he untied the tie wrapped neatly around his shirt collar and removed the shirt and pants before lazily heading to the bathroom to clean up.
After about half an hour, the man came out refreshed with a towel wrapped around his waist to cover his naked body. However, unexpectedly, from behind a pair of hands wrapped around his shoulders and neck.
I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you just came." The owner of the arm whispered in Austin's right ear and blew on it, causing his body to stiffen slightly and quickly turn around to look at him.
Austin smiled wryly once their eyes met, "Coming quietly and hugging me, are you teasing me, Kenan?"
Kenan grinned, pecking Austin's lips briefly before whispering back, "If so, so what?"
Austin didn't answer, but his lips parted in a smile. His knuckle moved up to trace the delicate jawline to the chin. Had he ever told Kenan how much he liked that man's gaze? Like the sea at night, lulling and hypnotizing. Or like the slow-moving waves dragging his further away.
"You asked for it," he said and in a split second led the man to a room in his penthouse, Kenan's room. Instead, Kenan hugged Austin tighter, reluctant to take even a step away.
"Let's do it here."
"I-I can't," Austin replied quietly.
"Why, afraid of your wife coming?"
" ... "
"Coward," Kenan sneered.
He was about to leave. But before he could take one step—a hand grabbed his arm and flung him onto the bed. Next, within seconds Austin was on top of Kenan.
Inwardly, Kenan screamed with pleasure.
It was hard for Austin to escape from Kenan. The second he was lulled into the man's arms, it would always be difficult to break away.
Making love.
That's what Kenan wants. And Austin will give it to him, so don't call him an asshole because Kenan wants it first.
Is that playing? Is it betrayal? Austin no longer understood that. All he knows is the sweet man who has captured his heart, shackling his feet and hands with invisible chains, which whenever Kenan pulls on the chains, Austin will definitely obey under his feet.
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Author note: I intentionally cut the explicit 18+ NSFW scenes in this section. If you want to read the cut part of the story, you can read it in PDF form.
The PDF itself is not finished yet, because I haven't finished translating this story until the end into English. Sorry for my bad English. I will keep trying to learn and write better stories.
When the PDF of this story is finished, I will let you know.
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In the midst of their heated activity, Kenan turned his head to the side, right at the door that sounded quietly closed by someone. His lips carved a smile as he looked back at Austin's lustful bead that wouldn't stop staring at him. In the next second it wasn't a sigh that came out of that mouth, but laughter. Kenan laughed while closing his eyes while Austin was still pounding his lower body.
"What's so funny?" Austin asked in a nasal voice. He grabbed the man's wrists and held them above his head.
Kenan shook his head, then lifted his head, taking Austin in a passionate kiss.
The sound of their lips smacking could be heard so clearly, not only licking, both of them were also sucking wildly.
Before long, Kenan's body stiffened, Austin could feel the walls of Kenan's rectum tightly enclosing him. The man puffed out his chest as he came, his eyes closed tightly while his mouth chanted the name of the man above him.
"You came before me?" Austin grinned.
Kenan's cum coated his hand, without disgust, Austin licked, Austin tasted the man's cum.
"Nghh ouhh sshh ..." Kenan looked up at the sensation caused by the rhythmic movement of the man's dick that continuously pounded his lower body mercilessly. The sound of skin clashing against skin became clearer and clearer. Kenan opened his legs wider, wriggling like a worm in heat. Austin's hands gripped Kenan's hips tightly, then thrust his dick deeper when he felt himself about to orgasm.
Austin growls like a lion as he releases inside Kenan. Austin's cum spills out after his dick, which is perfectly embedded in Kenan's ass hole, is forcibly pulled out.
"Why is it that every time I have sex with you it's more satisfying?" Austin asked between his heavy breathing.
"Because you love me," Kenan replied confidently.
Kenan looked down at Austin who was panting, seemingly having trouble catching his breath while still on top of him, thanks to the pleasure they'd shared. His hand reached out to brush the beads of sweat dripping down the man's forehead, along with a smile.
The loving gaze shared between them is broken as Austin lies down next to the man. However, he soon got up again as Kenan sat up and stood up.
Kenan groaned softly as he got up from the disheveled mattress. Austin stared at Kenan who could still walk normally after the wild fuck.
If someone thinks Kenan doesn't look like he's in pain in his groin after being brutally fucked, they're wrong. In fact, the man was in a lot of pain. However, he was able to endure it. He was used to this kind of pain, so much so that it no longer bothered him to do his normal activities. Perhaps Kenan had become immune to pain, both physical and mental.
While picking up his scattered clothes with his naked body, the man was deep in thought. The second he looked down to pick up his pants, his molars gritted against the ache in his hip.
"Should I ask the waiter to bring you some ointment?" Austin asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if Kenan needed it or not because his gestures after making love were casual, nothing like a broken back, only the chattering of teeth flashed through his auditory senses.
Kenan looked at Austin for a moment, then shook his head. "No need." Then he turned his back on the man to leave.
For a second, Austin was struck by a scar right on the right shoulder of Kenan's back. In that area was a wound Austin had never even seen, he didn't even know Kenan had such a wound. Approaching Kenan for a closer look, one of his fingers was about to stroke the skin where the wound was created. However, Kenan suddenly turned around and looked at the man questioningly.
"What?" One word escaped from between his lips.
"The wound on your back." Austin looked at Kenan for an explanation.
Unmistakably, he could guess that it was a gunshot wound. Judging from the hole Austin could confirm that the bullet had penetrated his body quite deeply. It even penetrated the ribs that protected his back shoulder.
"Who did it? Who shot you?"
Unlike the hot feeling when they made love earlier, the hot feeling in Austin's eyes when he asked was anger. But who was he showing it to? The perpetrator or himself?
"You don't remember?" Instead of answering, Kenan asked back.
"What ... did I do it?" Austin asked timidly, if he did, he would feel guilty.
But Kenan's low laughter washed away all those feelings. "Not you, I got this wound while running away from someone." His lips formed a faint smile. "It was a long time ago, when I was running from the loan sharks who chased me while working in the underworld."
"Who did?" Austin sounded both scared and angry. "Tell me Kenan! Who did it?"
"Why, you want to beat up the culprit for me?"
Austin didn't answer, the angry expression on his face already answered Kenan's question.
Kenan let out a long breath. "Never mind, it was a long time ago. The culprit is also gone."
"So he's dead?"
"Emmn." Kenan answered simply, his hands around the man's neck, hoping this action would cool the anger inside Austin. The man just stood there waiting for Kenan's next move. As expected, the man brought his face closer to his face, intending to kiss him. However, before that happened, Austin's cell phone rang.
Shit! Austin cursed.
So Kenan abandoned his intention and told Austin to pick up the call on his cell phone first. Releasing his hand on the man's neck, Kenan looked at the cell phone for Austin to pick it up.
Hurriedly, while clucking Austin walked towards the desk to pick up the call, inwardly swearing.
"Yes?" he frowned lazily at the person on the other side who was his father's assistant.
"Wh-what?" The words Austin let out were a mixture of surprise and worry.
"Alright, I'll be right there."
"What's wrong?" Kenan approached Austin after the man cut off his call.
"Dad had an accident," he said in a choked voice from shock, he looked at Kenan with a worried expression. "Clean yourself up first, we're going to the hospital."
Kenan just nodded back, then went to the bathroom.
"Sir. Austin, why are you in such a hurry?" Waiter Rhys asked as he saw Austin who had cleaned up so hurriedly heading towards the main room with a key in hand.
"Dad had an accident, I need to get to the hospital right away. Oh yeah, if you see Helena tell her I'm staying there tonight."
In an instant Servant Rhys' expression turned confused. "Didn't Mistress Helena just come home a few minutes ago? I saw her heading to your room before leaving in a hurry, is Madame heading to the hospital first?"
Austin stared open-mouthed, but didn't utter a word.
Helena is home? That means ... Austin muttered to himself, his mind frantic over what had just happened.
After getting the bad news about his father, he was surprised again by Helena's return to their penthouse, but immediately stumbled away. She couldn't have gone to the hospital as Servant Rhys suspected, his father's assistant would have informed him first of what had happened to his father.
No ... Austin tried to dismiss his suspicions about Helena's hasty departure because she accidentally saw his love—making with Kenan. If it was true that the woman who was his wife had found herself making love to Kenan in their room. Then why didn't she immediately run into him and Kenan? Why did Helena leave immediately? Why did she keep quiet and let her husband play with others, especially if it was his foster brother?
"Sir?" called Servant Rhys, snapping Austin out of his frantic thoughts.
Suddenly the man looked up at the owner of the voice. "Is something wrong?" he asked anxiously. "Is your father's condition so severe?"
"That ... I don't know yet ..."
"Austin, hurry up!" Kenan's reprimand cut the conversation short.
The man grabbed Austin's wrist before excusing himself to the middle-aged man who had been standing with a white napkin on his arm.
"You don't need a driver?"
"No need," Kenan half-shouted back as he entered the car with Austin in tow. The man was driving.
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The loud echo of his shoes hitting the floor was drowned out by the deafening noise of the bar music the second he stepped inside the nightspot.
I don't know how long he had been running to this place, the roar of his breath and the pounding of his heart being the more dominating tones to deafen the man's eardrums when compared to the loud tones of the music performed by the disc jockey.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, staring intently at the figure sitting at the bar counter as he sipped alcoholic beverages straight from the bottle. His heart throbbed painfully at her condition, so different from someone he had known all along.
He slowly dragged his limbs closer to the bar counter, where the woman he loved was seated with a tall bottle of alcohol in her hand.
"Helena ...!" he called weakly.
Helena immediately looked up, staring at him with reddened eyes that believed the woman had just cried. As the man stopped beside Helena, the woman immediately embraced his body. Her tears broke out at that moment, Helena buried her face in tears in the slices of Ivan's neck and shoulders, her whole body trembling with sobs.
In this position and condition, Ivan didn't know what to do. He felt wetness on the t-shirt he was wearing, the warm liquid from Helena's tears seemed to re-wet the wound in his heart that had not completely dried up after she became someone else's property. And now that man had hurt the woman he loved.
Pain ran through his heart. Ivan clenched his hands into fists until his fingernails dug into his palms. There were no words he could say other than one hand stroking the woman's mane to muffle her tears.
"Thank you ... for coming," Helena said through her tears. And that brought a return hug from the man who had been silent in her arms.
"I will always be there for you."
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