33. Taste Of Lust

"Tell me, Ari... I'll do whatever you want..."

"That's...what you...said... Liar-agh!" Ari flinched from the nibbling sensation in his ear. They'd been stuck like this for a while, Rey between his thighs, chest to chest, flesh to flesh. It was clear as day that Rey already knew Ari was a weakling to his touch, for that was all it took to break the boundaries. His conscience pushed him, his mind on the open door, thinking Ned or Mun might walk in and find him in this embarrassing position, pinned down on the bed by none other than the man who moments ago had promised only to relieve him from the pain on his neck and back.

"Don't you think you should pay for keeping me waiting?"

"Gah!" Ari gasped from the feeling of teeth sinking into his skin. His insides were being pounded; he could no longer tell whether he felt pain or pleasure.

"S-Slower...please..." He begged, but his requests were met with a forceful relentless resistance.

"Then compensate me; I won't mind waiting."

<i>'Why is he so angry?'</i> Ari thought as he struggled to maintain his sanity, which hung by a thin thread.

"Do you know what I had to go through- How frightened I felt? Why did you keep ignoring my calls?" Rey spoke, his voice heavy and coarse while his waist maintained a rhythmic in movement. Then, grabbing Ari by the chin, he panted on, his eyes fixated on his lover's aroused expression, and he smiled. "The thought of feeling pleasure from behind is simply unheard of in my world...

I felt lost, trapped and mocked by your disappearance. One moment you'd passed out beneath me, and the next, you were gone. Or perhaps I had been dreaming about having vigorous sex with a man. Even then, I regretted nothing. Instead, my sudden rage for your so-called boyfriend left me befuddled.

"Enough!" Ari pushed a half-naked Rey with his feet."<i> 'Ned... That's the trigger I needed to stop this...' </i>

"Did I ruin the mood?"

"You think?!"

Rey burst out boisterously laughing and grabbed one of Ari's legs tightly, pulling him to a lock position. Attempts to resist were silenced by his rough kissing.

His rough voice heavy with desire, he murmured after pulling away, "We don't have time to have our minds wandering around on other things."

Ari threw his head back when he felt Rey's member plunging in again. He desperately wanted his body and mind to unite but felt conflicted that despite his rational element telling him to stop craving for more, his body caved to be held by the man he'd shamelessly been yearning for.

Drowning in lust, he began tilting away to escape, lest he finally succumbed to the familiar pleasure, but Rey pulled his waist towards him and whispered hoarsely into Ari's ear. "What do you really want me to do to become his equal?"

Hurt from his question, Ari's fist flew to punch Rey in the face but was caught midair. "First your mom, and now you?"

"Stop... I don't like this position..."

"Are you sure?"

In response, Ari circled his hands around Rey's neck to pull him close. He felt a sudden need to hide his shame for the man he'd long thought to dominate had overpowered him again, and he wanted to continue allowing it.

"Get to the point, Manager Ari. What will it be?"

"T-talk later..."

"I prefer doing both," Rey replied, panting sharply from the sudden tightening of his lower abdomen. He began feeling his release coming and gritted his teeth to control the urge to let loose by burying his face into Ari's shoulders. He didn't want his lover to see the sight of him succumbing to an early defeat. After all, he'd been practically begging for this moment and didn't want to finish just yet.

"Wh-why did you stop moving?" Ari squinted his eyes, his fingers digging into Rey's back. He wanted to continue feeling every inch of him, hitting that same spot he liked so much, and when Rey whispered his name softly without his former title, Ari gave in entirely to their mutual eroticism, his shame buried and forgotten in his subconscious.

Cursing under his breath, he pushed Rey to fall on the bed, which took Rey by surprise. He smirked, feeling this position more befitting. "I'm done pining after someone who knows nothing about sex."

Rey watched in awe as Ari positioned himself on top of his member and grunted at the feeling of a heated entry. He reached to hold Ari's waist but was slapped away. Even in his aroused state, Ari refused to submit.

With his hands resting on Rey's chest for support, his hips moving downward, he slowly took in all of Rey and loved the twisted expression from him as he let out an involuntary moan. Rey's impatience, however, pushed him to reach for Ari's waist again but slapped away again.

<i>'This is gravely strange that I like it so much!'</i> Rey thought, enjoying the sight of a lustful lover drawing pleasure from him. He wanted to touch him so badly, but the sting on his arm from being pushed away still lingered.

"With that kind of strength, I'm reminded you are no woman at all."

"Shut...up-ah..!" Ari moaned, then stopped abruptly. "You're...ruining the mood..."

Lifting his hips, Rey thrust upwards, which startled Ari, causing him to quiver and fall onto Rey's chest. "Enough play."

"You...stupid- Gah!" Ari gasped. "N-No..."

A futile resistance met Rey's stern refusal, and in response, he wrapped his hands around Ari, locking him and began thrusting relentlessly. He knew the spots to hit, the places to press, and he did it skillfully, enjoying how slowly but surely, he alone was the one bringing Ari to submission, and the louder his moans grew, the more heated their bodies became. This newfound thirst could no longer be quenched but just one round alone any longer.

He wanted more... He needed more.

With his rationality gone, a need to burrow deeper turned him beastly. In his mind, there was no need to go soft anylonger. Ari can take it all. A man should be able to.

Their hips smacked, their moaning echoing throughout the room; Rey rose to pin Ari down to look at him. He watched his lover, his eyes tightly shut from the pain of their sex, or was it pleasure? Rey wondered, but when Ari responded by wrapping his legs around his waist, a strange sense of relief washed over Rey.

Ari was the first to reach climax, and soon, Rey quivered on top of him. Exploding from release, his head hazy, his breathing deep, rapid and shallow, he fell on Aris's chest.

He lay there for a while, loving the sound of their loud uneven heartbeats and wished to maintain that position a little longer, but Ari's question terminated that comfort.

"Why do you keep humiliating me?"

Lifting his body, he reached for Ari's two feet, restricting him from pulling them together.

"So that's what it looks like."

"What the heck are you staring at?!" Ari exclaimed, unsure whether his question was a statement or if he wanted to listen to the answer. "It looks just like yours, you buffoon!"

"Does it hurt?" Rey asked, his eyes still fixated on its target. "I know you wished for a massage, but this was what I had in mind all along."

Covering his embarrassment, Ari was unable to look at Rey any longer. He felt even more humiliated than earlier, and Rey instantly deciphered his reaction. He fell to the side, pulled Ari towards him for an embrace, and then asked, "Do you like me that much?"

"What do you think?" Ari's remark was rhetoric out of embarrassment, but Rey's response stunned him the most.

"Honestly, the thought of you returning to that man fills me with rage."