After saying those words, Micah locked eyes with Clyde and moved his hips downward.

The bathtub water shifted as the friction between their lower bodies made both of them groan.

Clyde’s hand tightened instinctively around Micah’s waist, his grip firm and unyielding, as though afraid the young man might slip away if he loosened even slightly. "Suit yourself," he said in a low, restrained voice. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

His pale blue eyes darkened, the usual calm within them replaced by something far more intense: desire laced with a quiet, possessive edge that he was no longer entirely able to conceal. He leaned forward and licked Micah’s bare chest provocatively as his hands reached for his lower body.

Micah reacted almost immediately. He tilted his head back, exposing the elegant line of his throat. The movement was unguarded, almost inciting in its openness, the curve of his neck stretching as his Adam’s apple shifted visibly beneath pale skin.

That single moment was enough to snap whatever fragile restraint Clyde had been clinging to.

His hand moved swiftly, sliding up to the back of Micah’s neck, fingers tangling lightly in damp strands of hair as he pulled him closer. Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his teeth against the exposed Adam’s apple, not enough to harm, but enough to leave a sharp, unmistakable sensation.

The suddenness of it drew a startled sound from Micah, a short yelp breaking free before he could stop it.

Clyde did not pause after that. Instead, he continued, his movements becoming more deliberate as he guided Micah’s legs upward, positioning them securely around his waist. The shift in posture brought them closer, eliminating the last bit of distance that had remained between them, making it easier to rub and invade.

Micah gritted his teeth as his chrysanthemum got violated a second time. But he knew how it worked. He knew Clyde was doing this to make it easier for him, preparing him so he didn’t flinch or move away when the time came. So instead of resisting, he tried to relax his body, not hinder Clyde’s advances.

At first, it was painful and strange. But slowly, his inside began to soften and expand. He got used to the sensation.

Micah’s hands were not idle either. He explored Clyde’s abs first until he reached down. He paused as he found it semi-hard. He grew displeased. "Fuck! What’s this? Why aren’t you even hard?"

Clyde’s jaw tightened slightly, his expression strained as Micah’s complaining words reached his ears, rendering him speechless.

He was not hesitant because he did not want this. He was hesitant because he did. Too much.

There was a constant push and pull within him, desire clashing against caution. He knew his own strength, knew how easily he could lose control if he allowed himself to be carried away completely. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Micah, even unintentionally. So he held back, even as everything in him urged the opposite.

And yet, from Micah’s perspective, that hesitation felt entirely different.

Micah’s expression shifted, the earlier playfulness fading into visible dissatisfaction. With a small, irritated sound, he pulled away, breaking the closeness between them. He stood up without another word, reaching for a towel and beginning to dry himself off with quick, impatient movements.

"Maybe you’re just not in the mood," he muttered under his breath, the frustration in his tone impossible to miss.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out of the bathroom.

The moment the words registered, Clyde froze.

It was as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, cutting through the haze that had clouded his thoughts. The realisation struck almost instantly, his restraint, his caution... it had been misunderstood.

And worse, it had hurt Micah.

Clyde exhaled sharply, his expression tightening before he moved without further delay. He stepped out of the bathtub, barely bothering to dry himself properly before following after him.

It did not take long to catch up.

Micah had just reached the bed when Clyde closed the distance between them, his hand catching hold of his arm before pushing him gently but firmly back onto the mattress. The movement was controlled, but there was no mistaking the urgency behind it.

Clyde leaned over him, bracing himself with one arm as he hovered above, his gaze fixed intently on Micah’s face.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rougher now, stripped of its earlier restraint. "Because once we begin... I won’t be able to stop myself. No matter how much you beg."

His hand lifted, brushing lightly against Micah’s cheek in a gesture that contrasted with the intensity in his eyes.

Micah clicked his tongue in annoyance, clearly unimpressed by the continued hesitation.

"Enough with this wishy-washy act," he said bluntly. "You’re torturing me." His gaze held Clyde’s steadily, unwavering and direct. "I want you. Is that clear enough for you?"

That was all it took. Whatever restraint Clyde had been holding onto finally gave way. This time, he did not hesitate.

He leaned down immediately, closing the distance between them as his composure unravelled completely. His actions lost their earlier caution, replaced by something far more urgent and unrestrained. His attention moved across Micah with intensity, no longer holding himself back as he had before, as though making up for every second of hesitation that had come prior.

He kissed, bit and sucked every spot on Micah’s body, leaving no place untouched.

After enjoying the appetiser, the time for the main course finally arrived. Clyde flipped the young man.

Micah landed on the bed with his stomach and chest pressed into the mattress while his rear was left up in the air.

The posture was so humiliating that he buried his face into the pillow. Then something far more mortifying happened. He felt a sticky warm touch on his back. He was startled, jumping in fright. "Fuck! Stop! That’s dirty!"

Of course, Clyde didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to explore with his tongue more aggressively.

Micah shivered from the intensity, his hands gripping the sheet so tightly his knuckles turned white. Finally, the sensation vanished. Micah sighed in relief, his body relaxing.

As he was catching his breath he heard a tearing sound then a cool liquid touched his back. His knees trembled from anticipation, yet it was Clyde’s finger again moving boldly, smearing the cold lubricant into his opening.

Micah cursed under his breath. The sweet torture had long worn out his patience.

Finally, a hard hot object pressed against his entrance. Micah bit he inside of his cheek, ready to endure the pain. He waited, taking a deep breath, trying to relax. But nothing happened.

Of course, it wouldn’t go inside that easily. Micah thought to himself.

It needed something decisive. A swift move. But Clyde was too soft-hearted to do it. So the progress stretched endlessly, making Micah suffer more.

Clyde looked worriedly at the young man who was whimpering. He couldn’t see in himself the will to hurt him. His movement became more gentle, lacking the resolve.

As a result, Micah’s body ended up being tense for a long time, his muscles aching. The moment a groan escaped his lips, Clyde stopped completely. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? Maybe we should wait..." Clyde asked hesitantly, concern creeping into his voice.

Micah’s patience snapped. He turned his head angrily. "Fuck! Just do it!"

He refused to back down after coming this far.

He reached out toward the back furiously and tried to shove it inside himself.

Clyde was stunned, a dazed look on his face. Before he could even try to stop Micah, the young angry man had already shoved his hip back, forcing him halfway inside.

Both groaned. One from the pain. The other from the sudden pleasure.

Micah felt an intense piercing sensation as if his insides were tearing apart. His shaking knees were on the verge of losing their strength completely. But he knew if he shifted one inch, the chance of failing, the chance of Clyde withdrawing entirely, would be unbelievably high. So he endured, waiting... but nothing came.

"Damn it, move!" Micah ordered as beads of sweat began dripping from his forehead.

Clyde could see that the lack of his incisiveness had worsened their situation. So he hardened his heart and moved inside with a big push. Micah’s back went slack, his knees gave way, causing his body to press firmly to the mattress. He closed his eyes, suppressing any sound from escaping his lips.

"Bear with me a little longer," Clyde whispered into his ear, his expression twisting as he felt his manhood would snap in half. But he didn’t complain, continuing to move forward.

When he successfully filled inside him, Clyde leaned down and sucked on Micah’s sensitive ear, distracting him from the pain.

"Baby, you’re so hot..." he mumbled and bit the soft earlobe.

Micah shivered, a moan finally echoed in the room.

Clyde wrapped his hands around Micah’s waist and shoulder, knowing it was time.

Micah’s breath hitched as Clyde moved slowly. He bit down hard on the sheet, trying to loosen up his body. He knew the first time wouldn’t be enjoyable for him as Clyde was not familiar with his body.

But in a few seconds, Clyde hit somewhere sensitive.

Micah yelped as his eyes turned dark.

"Oh, found it," Clyde said with a smile. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

What followed was Clyde’s slow thrust before accelerating, hitting the spot constantly.

Micah was so overwhelmed by the sensation that his breathing turned uneven and shallow, feeling suffocated.

Clyde stared down at the silver hair as the young man had buried his face into the mattress. He reached out and turned Micah’s head toward himself gently. With his fingers, he pried open Micah’s mouth. "Baby, let me hear your voice. Don’t suppress it."

Micah automatically obeyed, giving Clyde a chance to touch inside his mouth, exploring.

Micah’s foggy head cleared slightly as those mischievous long fingers began teasing his tongue and throat. He looked up with a glare, or something he thought was a sharp glare but in Clyde’s eyes seemed more suggestive as those hazel eyes were filled with unshed tears.

Seeing the lack of response, Micah bit on those fingers resentfully before twirling his tongue around them.

Clyde’s eyes darkened. He lifted Micah’s waist and murmured. "Don’t complain later."

He thrust more forcefully as if he wanted to become one with Micah, ignoring the pitiful man’s begging, completely showing his beastly side.

Micah’s eyes rolled back as the intensity of the movement grew, his poor body was indeed at the mercy of Clyde. He felt he would go crazy if this went on any longer but unexpectedly Clyde shoved harder and the sweetness of release finally graced his being.

But Clyde wasn’t done yet. He lifted one leg and put it on his shoulder, looking down at Micah’s flushed sweaty body with intensity that made Micah shiver.

He couldn’t feel his lower body anymore. The repeating thrusting had long turned that area into numbness.

But he still enjoyed seeing Clyde let go of his fear and go full berserk.

He didn’t need to be treated like a glass. He liked it when Clyde showed his desire openly.

The sight of Clyde’s unrestrained expression stirred his desire again. He wrapped his hands around Clyde’s shoulders and drowned himself in the moment, emptying his mind of all other troublesome thoughts.

This moment belonged only to them, to him and Clyde.