"Fuck you!"
"I already fucked you many times . . ." He then wiggled his eyebrows and continued. ". . . in my mind."
Harris narrowed his eyes and got paled. "Dirty-minded dickhead!"
"Nope, I just have a sexy imagination." A loud laugh echoed in the r...
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Bliss and Coffee | Chapter Eight
A hot hand captured him. Like he was caught in action, he cleared his throat and immediately removed his hand on the pale man’s lips. His heart was tapping loudly.
Raising his eyebrow, Harris clicked his tongue. “What are you doing?” He asked with a fierce voice.
He looked away. “What? Nothing! Get up, I reheat the soup for you. Eat it then take your meds again.” He looked at him again when Harris didn’t respond.
Harris was looking at him suspiciously. “You didn’t put anything on it, aren’t you?”
He gasped. “I fed you last night and you’re still alive until now.”
“Just be thankful because I care for you,” he said. Pouting. 'Phew! He thought he was thinking about what he was doing earlier.'
Tristan could see the small smile formed on Harris’ lips. “Well, you became kind all of a sudden.” Harris got up slowly.
“I just don’t like Mia catching a fever too. So you need to be well as soon as possible.” He reasoned out.
He knitted his eyebrows when Harris opened up his mouth.
“What?” He asked, confused.
Harris smirked. He opened his mouth more widely then gestured to feed him. He couldn't believe the pale man’s mood changed every minute. He sighed deeply, picking up the soup. 'What the hell!'
Harris looked for a more comfortable position. The cover on his body was removed, revealing his naked chest. 'When did he take off his shirt?' He asked himself. He looked away instantly. He didn’t know why it became hot inside the room all of the sudden.
“Feed me!” It was more like a command than a request.
He glared at him. How dare this pale man to order around him? But he had no choice because Harris smacked his head and demanded again to feed him.
“Ahhh, hmm.”
He almost jumped off the bed when he heard Harris’ sexy moan. He then licked the excess liquid on his lower lips. Fuck! He looked sexier because of his flushed cheeks and attractive eyes.
“Shia! Do you really need to moan?” He snapped.
“Why? I just like how the hot soup touched my stomach.” Harris retorted.
***
Harris silently laughed seeing how startled Tristan was. He teased him more after seeing how flushed he was while changing his clothes earlier. He wanted to know what the tan man was thinking. But his action answered him right away. Tristan was not comfortable doing and seeing things like this with a man. And because of his stubbornness, he purposely teased him.
