Mano jerked at the touch, breaking the kiss with a startled gasp.
Ody leaned close to his ear. “I see you’re hard for me.”
Mano punched his chest in protest, but Ody caught both wrists and pinned them above his head.
Mano looked up at him, eyes wide, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“Easy there,” Ody said, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips before he leaned down to kiss him again.
Ody’s every move sent unfamiliar waves of pleasure through him.
It didn’t make sense. Mano had always been the one in control. With every girl he’d dated, things eventually endedthe same way. They rushed through everything, eager and impatient, and sooner or later he would take over, guiding things where he wanted them to go. He never complained. It was just how things worked.
But this… this was different. Ody wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t waiting for Mano to take control either. He was paying attention.
And somehow, every touch, every kiss, every slow movement made Mano’s breath grow heavier, his body responding in ways he couldn’t quite understand.
Something about it felt… good. Too good.
Their tongues tangled as Ody pushed Mano’s shirt up, his hands sliding over the firm lines of his abs and chest.
Then his lips drifted down to Mano’s neck.
“Ah!” A soft cry slipped out when Ody’s teeth grazed his skin.
Ody lifted his head, and their eyes locked. His expression was hungry, almost savage. With a rough motion he pushed the shirt higher, bunching it near Mano’s neck before lowering his mouth again, leaving slow kisses across his muscular torso. “God… what a body,” he groaned.
His lips traveled back up, brushing along Mano’s neck as he leaned close to his ear. “When you came out of the shower with just a towel… I wanted to rip it off and take you right then.”
A shiver ran through Mano’s entire body. Heat rushed to his face, spreading across his cheeks until he was beet red. Then he punched Ody’s shoulder. “Don’t talk like that,” he grumbled, looking away.
Ody smiled slowly. “Why?” he murmured. “You don’t like hearing that?”
Mano turned his face away, his cheeks burning.
“The big tough Mano who beat the hell out of those guys is suddenly shy?” Ody teased.
Mano’s jaw tightened, but the redness on his face only deepened. “Cu-cut it out…” he muttered, still refusing to look at him.
Ody chuckled. “You’re so cute like this.”
Before Mano could answer, Ody’s lips returned to his neck, leaving slow, wet kisses along the warm skin. His hand slid down and closed over the hardness in Mano’s pants. Mano gasped, his body jerking under him.
Ody lifted his head, watching the reaction with clear satisfaction. “Look at you. You’re actually blushing. Adorable.”
“Hah…” Mano exhaled.
The sound nearly destroyed Ody. He buried his face in Mano’s neck again, his hand still teasing him through the fabric of his shorts.
Then a vibration buzzed from Mano’s pocket.
Ody went still. “Your phone?”
Mano barely reacted, still lost in the moment.
Ody reached into Mano’s pocket and pulled it out, glancing at the notification.Ranya: We totally forgot you and Ody fought. Why didn’t you text me? Anna went to wake him up. Are you coming?
Ody shot upright, panic flashing across his face.
