All Strings Attached

Chapter 25

Paying little to no attention to Win's words, Bright pushed himself up again, every slow thrust deeper than before.

A loud breath accompanied by a pathetic moan escaped Win's open mouth, his back arched and head pushed back with his eyes shut. Sitting on Bright, two were connected once again leaving no space between them.

Bright gave few moments for Win to adjust. When Bright saw his lover's face relaxing, he slapped Win's thigh, making the bare skin produce a loud noise.

"Move" He commanded. Deep voice echoed in quiet apartment and Win immediately obeyed, moving up and down slowly.

Bright was lying back relaxed. He put one of his arm under his head and in other hand, he played with the ring while watching Win riding him down.

"Faster!" He growled, thrusting his hips up. Win let out a loud moan as he felt his inside suddenly attacked. Pleasure hit him hard, to feel that again he started moving faster than before but Bright helped him in no way. He just laid back and watched Win struggle .

"Do you want this back?"  Bright asked and when Win didn't reply, older boy grabbed his face and pulled him lower "Hmm?" 

Win who was suffering with frustration and need to be properly loved , gritted his teeth. His mind felt too cloudy to reply. He barely whispered "T-the ring..give"

Win felt his thigh muscles getting sore, his movement getting slower but Bright still didn't show any hint of helping . Win whined visibly, rubbing his body down, trying to get Bright to work.

"Get your ring back" Bright said and raised the ring. Win slowly moved his hand forth , spreading his fingers.

When Win moved his hand closer, instead of putting on the ring, Bright took his finger in his mouth and started sucking it, giving it an occasional bite.

"Move your legs faster!" Bright slapped his thigh again, making Win shudder, he bit his lips to stop himself from crying in frustration.

Bright stared at him, biting his finger red and smirked.
Win took his hand off of Bright's chest and placed it on himself, trying to rub himself to relief.

Bright immediately slapped his hand back, stopping him from satisfying himself. Win let out a loud groan.

Bright's phone on side table rang , filling the room with a voice other than moans and pants.

"Hello?" Bright placed the phone to his ear, his voice deeper than usual. With his other hand, he rubbed Win's thighs in encouragement.

"Bright? Where are you?" Gun from the other line asked.

"Hmm at my place" Bright hummed and thrusted upward multiple times, making Win crying out loud.

"What.. What are you doing?" Gun asked, frowning at the road he was walking on.

"Why did you call?" Bright asked him and without waiting for his reply, he started talking to Win "Don't stop"

Gun clenched his phone hard when he heard two familiar voices from other side of call, he found himself speechless.

"Bright.." Win called out in dissatisfaction. Having being left ignored and on his own, Win was growing very frustrated, almost on the verge of tears.

"If you have nothing to say, I'll hang up" Saying this , Bright hanged the call and threw the phone on the bed before lifting his upper body from bed.

Win who has been trying to get Bright's attention for a long time didn't protest when Bright flipped them around, coming on top of Win without disconnecting.

Pushing Win into the bed , Bright raised younger boy's legs and placed them over his shoulders before giving Win what he was craving the most.

After long torture of ignoring, Win's body accepted Bright warmly. Bright leaned down on Win's chest, his breath teasing the sensitive skin. With desperate hands, Win pushed Bright's head onto his chest, encouraging him to harass him in whatever way he pleased.

Barely after 15 minutes of hardwork, Win cried out loud, arching his back with his hands clenching on sheets tightly before a strong wave of pleasure hit his body.

For the second time, both boys laid side by side trying to calm their racing hearts.

No one spoke for a long time. Finally Bright touched Win's hand and raised it, slipping the ring in.

A small, tired smile appeared on Win's lips and he pushed his head back on bed to rest.

"You are a bad person" Win spoke making Bright chuckle who covered both the bodies under duvet and wrapped his arms around Win waist, rubbing his nose on his neck to inhale the unforgettable scent.

Win put his hand over Bright's arm and asked when his mind started clearing up
"Who called you ?"
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"Its really fine Phi" Mike said , trying to stop Type's hand who was about to take off Mike's jacket.

"Don't move!" Type scolded, removing Mike's jacket and began to clean his almost unnoticeable wounds, his face worried.

Mike sighed, gazing at Type in awe. Where can you find such a cute, helpful person?

Type stood up and glanced at Mike, his face finally relieved.
"Be careful next time alright?"

"Okay Phi" Mike chucked and stood up, fixing his shirt.

"By the way where were you going?" Type asked, pulling out his phone when he felt it buzzing.

"Just to this store.." Mike replied, trailing off at the end, hesitating how much he should tell. As if suddenly someone had slapped him back into the reality and made him realise that he was indeed his enemy.

Type who was busy looking at his phone didn't reply for a while. Mike kept standing, shifting from what foot to another.

"Hmm?" Type hummed and raised his head , finally smiling at Mike "You were going where?"

"Just to this hardware store"  Mike replied. Type nodded and proceed to walk "Lets go"

"You are coming with me?" Mike asked surprised but walked immediately, matching Type's pace.

"Why not?" Type chuckled "I was just strolling by"

Mike stared at him which made Type to stop and turn "Or perhaps you don't want me to come?"

"No !" Mike immediately replied, jumping up a little "Its fine!"

Type chuckled and both of them walked towards the store. After buying what Mike needed, they were on their way back, when Mike felt his phone vibrating again.

He had completely forgotten that Gun was waiting for him. Pulling out his phone, he looked to the lean boy walking to his left and smiled. Type was looking the other way, admiring the night view of city.

God knew how much Mike wanted to wrapped his arm around Type's waist and pulled him closer.

As soon as he picked up the call, he heard a harsh voice from the other side.

"Where the fuck are you?"
It was Gun.

Mike winced at the volume and replied instantly "Coming Coming! I am on my way!"

"No need! I am already here" Word fell into Mike's ear and when they turned around the next corner, He saw a familiar dark figure walking towards them.
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