“Hey! Where the hell are you going?” He fumbled for the faucet, turning the water back on and rinsing the suds from his hair.
Finally able to open his eyes, he stood there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened.
His gaze dropped to the evidence of Ody’s teasing. What the hell did he think he was doing? Bringing him to the brink and then just walking away? Oh, he wasn’t getting away with that.
Still dripping wet and worked up, Mano stormed into the living room. Ody lay on the couch, completely relaxed, dressed only in his boxers.
Heat coiled deep in Mano’s core. This time it wasn’t embarrassment. It was frustration. “I’m so gonna fuck you now,” he growled through clenched teeth. He approached him, naked and worked up, his steps slow.
Ody let out an awkward chuckle and scooted farther up the couch. “Uh…”
Mano reached him, gripping his shoulders and lifting him effortlessly, forcing him to sit upright.
“Uh... Mano... You’re not mad, are you? I was just messing around.”
“Messing around, huh?” Without warning, Mano grabbed Ody’s boxer briefs.
Ody reacted instantly, his hands shooting down to stop him. “Y-yeah…”
“Do I look like I’m laughing?” There wasn’t a trace of amusement on his face. His gaze locked onto Ody’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. “Get the lube and turn around,” he ordered.
Ody went pale. “W-what?”
“You’re the reason I’m like this,” Mano said, glancing down at himself. “You need to take responsibility.”
“I-I will! Just not like that,” Ody stammered in panic.
But Mano pinned him down, locking his wrists in a firm grip. “You’re not pulling that kind of stunt on me again, mikre. Understood?”
“Yeah... I got it.”
“Apologize properly,” Mano demanded, his gaze sharp.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again,” Ody mumbled, looking regretful.
“Say my name.”
Ody hesitated, his lips parting as he looked up at him. “Mano.”
“Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, Mano.”
“Again.”
Ody’s face burned as he murmured in a low voice, “I’m sorry, Mano…”
A smirk tugged at Mano’s lips. “That’s my good boy.”
Ody’s eyes snapped up in surprise. “W-what did you just call me...?”
A faint curve lingered on Mano’s lips before he loosened his hold and pushed himself up. Ody followed him with his gaze as he walked into the room and pulled open a drawer. When Mano returned to the couch holding a pair of handcuffs, Ody swallowed hard. “W-what are those for?”
“Take a guess.”
“Mano…”
“They’re gonna look so fucking good on you,” Mano said as he stepped closer.
