“Didn’t you say you tie her up? That you like it rough? What happened to that version of you? Because right now, all I see is a shy puppy.”
Mano’s eyes widened. “Shut up!” His fist slammed into the pillow beside Ody’s head.
Ody saw the anger in his expression, but before Mano could pull away, he sat up and caught his lips in a deep kiss, flipping him back onto the mattress. With a quick motion, Ody pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down, capturing Mano’s lips again. His hand slid down to the waistband of the pants Mano had borrowed.
“Mm!” He flinched as Ody’s touch pressed against him.
Without breaking the kiss, Ody unbuttoned the pants and lowered the zipper, sliding his hand inside. His fingers wrapped around him, and Mano tensed beneath him.
Ody smirked against his lips. “Wanna bet I can make you come faster than any of your girls?”
Mano’s breath came out shaky, his head tilting to the side like he couldn’t handle the intensity of Ody’s gaze.
But Ody wasn’t about to let him. One hand still moving, he used the other to tilt Mano’s face back toward him. “Kiss me.”
Their lips met again. A muffled sound escaped Mano as Ody deepened the kiss, his movements growing bolder. Mano broke away for air, gasping, his body betraying him with every shudder.
Ody crashed his lips against his, but this time Mano managed to pull back. “It’s too much,” he panted.
Ody leaned closer, his voice brushing against Mano’s ear. “God, I love that look on your face.” He watched every reaction as Mano’s expression crumbled, his panting growing more desperate.
“I can’t…” Mano whimpered.
“Are you close?”
“Yes…”
“I can’t hear you. Are you close?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m close,” he cried out.
Ody moved his hand faster. “I want you to come all over yourself.”
That was enough to push Mano over the edge. A deep moan tore from his throat as he came all over his chest. He lay there, breathing heavily.
Ody smirked. “Pretty fast, huh?” He got up, walked into the bathroom to wash his hands, then returned with a damp washcloth and gently cleaned Mano up.
A soft smile tugged at Ody’s lips. “Look at me.”
Mano didn’t. He felt like he might die from embarrassment.
Ody reached for his chin and gently tilted his face toward him, pressing a slow kiss against his lips.
Mano slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up properly before pulling his boxers and pants back on. He stared at himself in the mirror, his cheeks still red from what he’d just let Ody do to him.
When he opened the door, he expected to find Ody getting ready to leave. But Ody was still there, sitting on the bed, waiting.
Mano paused. Ody noticed and gave him a small smile. He patted the spot beside him and Mano walked over slowly, sitting down.
Ody reached out, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down against his chest. Mano’s eyes widened as they both ended up lying on the bed.
“Did you like it?” Ody asked.
Mano’s eyelids fluttered. “Shut up,” he murmured, refusing to move from Ody’s chest as his hand rested against it.
Ody chuckled, his fingers drifting through Mano’s hair. Mano froze at the tenderness of the gesture.
A soft kiss pressed against the top of his head.
