From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 708: The Dragon Awakens

Clyde slowly stopped the rhythmic pressure of his hands.

For the past several minutes, he had been gently massaging Micah’s calves and feet while the younger man lounged lazily across the couch. The quiet office had been filled only with the soft tick-tock from the wall clock and the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Micah had long since relaxed into the cushions, half-lying on his side with his legs stretched across Clyde’s lap. The warmth of Clyde’s hands and the steady pressure of the massage had made his muscles loosen one by one.

Satisfied that he had worked out the tension, Clyde carefully lowered Micah’s foot back onto the couch.

"All done," he murmured. He began to rise from the couch, intending to return to the mountain of work waiting patiently on his desk. But before he could fully stand, something suddenly tightened around his waist.

Clyde froze.

Micah had hooked him with both legs. His sports pants had ridden up slightly during the movement, exposing the pale skin of his ankle above the white socks. The fabric gathered loosely around his calves while his feet crossed behind Clyde’s back.

One sock-covered foot rested against Clyde’s side while the other shifted mischievously.

Even his toes seemed to have a mind of their own. They wiggled slightly against Clyde’s waist.

Clyde inhaled sharply. The movement was small, barely anything at all, but the casual intimacy of it sent an unexpected tension through his body.

He looked down slowly.

Micah was still lying on the couch, head tilted lazily against the armrest, watching him with unmistakable amusement.

Clyde cleared his throat. "What now?" he asked, though his voice came out slightly rougher than intended. His breath caught in his throat.

Micah’s lips curved slowly into a teasing smile. "Weren’t you the one who suggested," Micah began lightly, "I should offer some special services?"

As he spoke, his left foot shifted again.

It slid upward, dangerously close to a place that made Clyde’s heartbeat instantly accelerate. Clyde reacted immediately. He caught the wandering foot in his hand before it could move any farther. His fingers wrapped around the ankle firmly but not roughly. He looked down at Micah with an expression that was half exasperation and half helpless affection.

"Stop making trouble," Clyde said.

Micah blinked innocently. "But I always wanted to experience the famous office affair," he said in a thoughtful tone, as if discussing a perfectly reasonable curiosity. His voice lowered slightly. "Don’t you think the thrill would be great?"

He leaned his head back against the couch and looked up at Clyde through half-lidded eyes. "Any second someone could knock on the door," he whispered.

His voice was soft. Suggestive. Dangerously playful.

The corner of his lips tilted upward as he spoke, forming a small smile that was equal parts mischief and provocation.

The light from the tall office windows reflected faintly in his eyes, making them appear almost translucent. His eyelashes were long and thick, casting delicate shadows against his cheeks.

For a moment, Clyde simply stared at him. As if bewitched.

Micah’s smirk widened slightly when he noticed the reaction. He reached up lazily and grabbed hold of Clyde’s necktie. Before Clyde could react, Micah gave a sudden tug. The motion pulled Clyde forward.

At the same time, Micah tightened his legs around Clyde’s waist, trapping him between the couch and his own body.

Clyde’s balance shifted instantly. His body tilted forward, and he had to place both hands on the couch to keep from falling directly onto Micah.

Their faces ended up inches apart. Micah didn’t hesitate. He lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss against Clyde’s lips.

It was meant to be provocative. Teasing. A challenge.

For a brief second, Clyde’s mind went completely blank. The soft warmth of Micah’s lips lingered against his own. His body remained braced above the couch, hands planted firmly on either side of Micah’s shoulders to keep from crushing him under his weight.

Micah was still looking at him with that infuriatingly playful expression.

The silence between them stretched. Then Clyde moved. Instead of pulling away, he leaned down again. This time the kiss deepened.

The shift was immediate.

What had begun as a playful provocation quickly turned into something more intense. Clyde lowered himself slightly, caging Micah between his arms as their lips met again. Micah had started the kiss confidently, clearly intending to maintain control.

But the moment Clyde responded in earnest, the situation changed. At first, Micah attempted to reclaim dominance in the kiss, but he quickly found himself overpowered. His eyes fluttered, watering slightly as his breath became shallow. The kiss shifted from gentle exploration to something more primal, almost predatory.

Micah’s confident smirk faded as the kiss intensified. His fingers tightened around Clyde’s tie.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with the intense gaze of Clyde, who seemed to want to devour him whole. The thought sent a strange thrill down his spine.

Micah’s breath caught in his throat. His lashes fluttered slightly before his eyes closed. The warmth of Clyde’s presence enveloped him completely.

Micah’s heart raced, surrendering to the kiss and trying to pour all his unspoken feelings into it.

Time blurred again, and Micah began to feel a sense of suffocation as Clyde embraced him like a starved beast finally finding its feast. Clyde’s lips moved hungrily against his, battling with Micah’s tongue to assert dominance.

Micah’s fingers tightened weakly against Clyde’s shirt. He shifted slightly, attempting to pull back just enough to breathe. But Clyde caught his wrists almost instinctively and pinned them gently above his head.

Micah blinked in surprise. For a brief second, he struggled, testing the hold. But Clyde was stronger. Recognising he couldn’t overpower the man, Micah tightened his legs around Clyde’s waist, pushing him down forcefully.

A grunt escaped Clyde’s lips as he felt the pressure of Micah’s lower body against his own. He paused. Their foreheads nearly touched as the kiss broke.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Clyde looked down at the young man beneath him. Micah’s hair had become slightly dishevelled during the struggle. His silver strands fell messily across his forehead. His lips were flushed. His breathing uneven.

For the past two months, Clyde had been extremely careful. Micah had only recently recovered from his injury, and Clyde had deliberately kept their physical closeness restrained. Even their kisses had been gentle. Controlled. Superficial. He had been afraid of pushing too far. Afraid of hurting him.

But now... Micah was clearly playing with fire.

Clyde could feel the heat between them even through layers of clothing. His gaze darkened slightly.

Micah noticed the change. Slowly, almost absent-mindedly, he lifted his tongue and touched the corner of his lips where Clyde had bitten earlier.

The gesture was small. But the effect was devastating.

Clyde inhaled sharply. His self-control wavered. He leaned down again, clearly intending to kiss him once more...But just then, voices drifted faintly through the office door. Someone was speaking outside.

Clyde immediately stilled. The interruption broke the tension like a sudden splash of cold water.

He glanced toward the door. Through the thick wood, he could hear his assistant speaking politely to someone, probably one of the department heads waiting for a meeting. A flicker of irritation crossed Clyde’s face. Without hesitation, he reached for the phone resting on the nearby table.

He dialled his assistant. The call connected almost instantly.

"Hold back all my meetings," Clyde said calmly. But the tone of his voice carried an unmistakable warning. "Until I tell you otherwise."

Outside the office, the assistant stiffened immediately. He didn’t dare ask questions. "Yes, President."

Inside the office, Clyde ended the call and set the phone down. Micah watched the entire process with bright, amused eyes.

Moments later, the muffled conversation outside abruptly stopped. The director from the planning department was politely but firmly escorted away from the door. Silence returned to the hallway.

As the noise faded, Clyde wasted no time. He scooped Micah up, kissing him passionately while walking toward the lounge in the back. He kicked the door shut behind him, securing their privacy.

The sudden shift sent adrenaline coursing through Micah’s veins. He wrapped his arms around Clyde’s shoulders and neck, continuing the kiss with fervour.

Clyde’s hand firmly supported Micah’s bottom, feeling the softness beneath his palm, before he effortlessly laid Micah down on the bed, never breaking their kiss.

Micah was far from passive; he skillfully loosened Clyde’s necktie and slipped his hands beneath the fabric of Clyde’s white shirt, exploring the contours of his body.

Clyde felt a string snap in his mind as Micah’s warm, mischievous touch roamed over him. He gripped Micah’s waist beneath the shirt, exploring every inch, one hand in front, the other in back. Though he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs running. He was all too aware of what could happen between two men.

Clyde’s lips trailed down to Micah’s Adam’s apple and neck, longing to elicit moans and gasps from him.

Micah arched his back, overwhelmed by the heat of Clyde’s touch. A soft moan escaped his lips.

"You didn’t think I was joking about enjoying this kind of service, did you?" Clyde murmured into Micah’s ear, his hands never ceasing their exploration.

Micah shuddered at the heat of Clyde’s breath and the rawness of his touch, biting his bottom lip. His lashes were damp with the intensity of the moment, and his face was a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

He glanced up at Clyde, whose expression was a mix of desire and restraint. Sweat glistened on his forehead, but his eyes were glued to Micah’s face, not wanting to miss a single expression.

Micah’s hand slid from Clyde’s shoulders to his face, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. He pulled Clyde down to meet his lips again, whispering, "I’ll let you in on a little secret..." He paused, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "I was waiting for this. You fell right into my trap."

Clyde chuckled, the sound vibrating between them. "Really?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he intensified his actions.

Micah’s head fell back, a groan escaping him as his vision momentarily blurred white. The sound of Clyde’s suppressed breathing echoed in his ears, drowning out even the rapid beating of his own heart.

In that moment, Micah realised he had truly awakened a sleeping dragon.