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He shouldn't. Really. Rachi had many classes to be teaching today, couldn't risk being unable to walk let alone dance, but tempting Aisoon into fucking his brains out was far too delicious to pass up.

“Are you going back on your words about being exclusive?”

Rachi gasped when Aisoon's fingers pressed into him after the man had lubed up his hole, the dark expression a wonderful mixture of threatening and sexy. Rachi's cock stirred, turned on by the taste of danger, hole clenching around the two fingers that were inserted inside of him.

“I might’ve been drunk that night but I remember everything we talked about.”

"H-hah..." Rachi breathed out a weak laugh, clutching the edge of the desk while his back arched into a curve, his ass tilting up into the fingers that stretched him open. "I-I remember too, teerak. A-and I'm not going back on my word. Promise."

Rachi attempted to sound playful, maybe even mysterious just to goad Aisoon further, but the more Aisoon fingered him the more desperate his voice became. He moaned at the way they twisted inside of him, loosening his hole, slick with lube and sliding easily with each passing second.

“Keep your legs wide open. Put my cock in.”

A thick hand wrapped around Rachi's slender neck, immediately putting pressure around his windpipe. Aisoon drags him forward by the throat, capturing him in a kiss that stole the breath from his lungs, while his other hand directs Rachi to the fly of his jeans. Rachi blindly fumbles with the zip and the button, feeling how Aisoon is already hard for him beneath his palm, moaning against the man's mouth in eagerness as his hole is still fucked by his fingers.

“You might wanna hurry up if you wanna make it on time for your training.”

Rachi takes hold of Aisoon's cock, dragging it out of his pants, squeezing the thick length between his fingers. It's firm, pulsating, already getting wet, and Rachi almost salivates at the sight. He remembers how he had that cock in his mouth the night they made their deal, how he sucked him hard, how he let him fuck him into the mattress afterward, and how fucking thrilled he was when a drunken Aisoon said yes. Now, Aisoon was cashing in - taking him whenever he wanted, and even if Rachi had clients waiting for him back in the dance space of the studio, he would much rather be right here.

"You're so hard for me teerak," Rachi moaned, stroking Aisoon's cock while getting ready, spreading his legs wide on either side of the man. His hole is wet from lube, winking, achingly empty, needing Aisoon's cock to fill him up. He tugs it forward to where his ass is almost hanging off the desk, his free hand steadying himself on the wooden top, as he smears the tip of Aisoon's dick along his furled muscle. "I wonder if you'll fuck me so hard I'll have to cancel all my classes. Hmm... then I'll be free... and you can fuck me some more~" Rachi teases, biting at his bottom lip when he pops the swollen head inside of him.

"F-fuck..." He moaned, eyes cast downward, watching himself insert Aisoon's cock inside of him. It's fucking hot. Aisoon could do this himself, but he's asked Rachi to instead, and the meaning isn't lost on the dancer. It's like they've sealed their promise, Rachi accepting that Aisoon's dick was the only one he'd have for now on. It was possession, without Aisoon needing to say it.

Another moan, more inches of Aisoon's cock slotting into his greedy hole. His legs were on either side of Aisoon, suspended in the air, bent, the heels of his feet brushing against the other's back as he worked the man's dick inside of him. Did Aisoon somehow get bigger? The stretch was painful but in a good way, his girth slowly filling the space of Rachi's tight channel. "T-teerak, it's so hot," Rach panted, watching the show, hole clamping down on Aisoon's length. It was almost all the way in now, only a few centimetres left, but Rachi was already shuddering from the pleasure.

"H-hah… I-I remember too, teerak. A-and I'm not going back on my word. Promise."

The man teased with a laugh but the sound the other made was followed by moans of pleasure as he continued to use his fingers to stretch… Hole slick and gripping his fingers, he responded, not entirely convinced. 

“No? We’ll see about that… Promises can be broken… You’re not the only one who can play this game,” and bruised the dancer’s lips with another forceful kiss. In the meantime, the dancer’s hand had reached his front, unzipped and unbuckled, his cock was pulled out -

"You're so hard for me teerak…" 

He moaned as expert fingers greedily tugged at his cock, hard and ready. Rachi got to work, guiding his tip to tha man’s hole. It was dizzying, the friction between his sensitive head and the warmth of Rachi’s entrance -

"I wonder if you'll fuck me so hard I'll have to cancel all my classes. Hmm... then I'll be free... and you can fuck me some more~" 

“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” And bit the man’s lower lip as the other went on to slip him past the puckering ring of muscle. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand straight. And then -” He tightened his grasp around Rachi’s throat, “I’ll take you home and make you cum some more. Might as well forget your schedule for the day.” 

Was he serious? At this very moment, every word that came out of his mouth was terminal. He wasn’t planning to let Rachi go once he was done with the man. Would that change a few minutes from now? He wasn’t sure, but right now, he was focused on Rachi’s body opening up for him and that throat constricting within his grip. He would like to see the man’s face red, gasping for air as he dumped his cum deep inside him…

"F-fuck…”

The man made noises as he slowly stretched the other, the rim of muscle clamping down around his girth. He let Rachi guide him, gently, taking his time - Was the man having a hard time taking him in? He gave the other a little push but for the most part, let Rachi’s body move to accommodate his thick length… 

“A bit more, baby, I know you can do it, that’s it, swallow me…” 

“T-teerak, it's so hot… S-so full-" 

“Aaaaah, fuuuuck,” Aisoon grunted out loud, not minding the people just outside Rachi’s office that could possibly hear everything happening within the small room. “Just a few days and you’re already this tight,” he watched the man completely take him all the way down to the hilt. It drove him insane, the way Rachi’s hole stretched for him; he was now deep inside and usually, he’d take his time to let the other adjust to him but instead, with his hand still around Rachi’s neck, he started moving. His hips pulled away then thrust a few times, as if testing how wet the other was and when he felt that familiar intoxicating friction, he pulled his cock once again, almost all the way to the tip and then slammed back inside forcefully. He did this again and again, breathing hiked, grunting at each thrust. 

“No? We’ll see about that… Promises can be broken… You’re not the only one who can play this game.”

It was clear that Rachi's teasing had had an effect on Aisoon, the man's anger palpable, Rachi almost able to taste it against the other's lips when he attacked him with another bruising kiss. He knew it meant trouble for him but he couldn't help it - he loved to tease Aisoon, loved his reactions and the low dangerous tenor of his voice, loved when he got rough because of how heightened he became. Aisoon took the bait every time, and it gave Rachi a power rush unlike any other, even if it meant he'd be unable to walk the next day. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

"O-only for you," Rachi smirked, his eyes-half lidded, his mouth slightly parted. Aisoon's hand was tight around his neck, a reminder, keeping him in place. It was already difficult to breathe, but the constant pressure was utterly delicious, enhancing all the sensations in a way unlike any other. Aisoon knew how to choke him good - his fingers placed in the right areas so that it wasn't too painful, and constricting just enough so that his presence would not be forgotten.

“I’ll take you home and make you cum some more. Might as well forget your schedule for the day.” 

Rachi gasped in a breath - as much of one as he could since Aisoon's fingers wrapped around his throat - his cock throbbing at those words. "G-gonna kidnap me, t-teerak?" He wheezed, voice throaty from being choked. His hole tightened around Aisoon when the man thrust in, greedily swallowing more of his cock, the excitement evident in the way his body responded. That sounded fun. A whole day, fucked by Aisoon, the man using his hole and mouth as a cum-dump while he just took it like the whore he was... god, if only he didn't have to work after, then they could make this fantasy a reality...

“A bit more, baby, I know you can do it, that’s it, swallow me... Aaaaah, fuuuuck. Just a few days and you’re already this tight.”

"H-hah-" Rachi started to say, breathless, a bit of saliva starting to drip from the side of his mouth as he clamped down hard on Aisoon's length. His body shook, cock leaking with precum all over his belly, stuck in place by Aisoon's hand around his throat and helpless to do anything but let the man fuck him. "T-told you, I- a-ahh- k-keep my promises- f-fuck!" Rachi cried out when Aisoon slid all the way to the hilt before slamming back in again, attacking Rachi's prostate in the process. The dancer's cock squirted, the head red and angry and ready to burst, his gurgling and gagging noises mixing in with the sound of Aisoon's grunts.

"C-close-!"

“Don’t be shy. Cum if you need to cum… I’ll make you feel so good.”

Rachi's lips were captured once again, and the dancer held onto Aisoon with one hand as they devoured each other in a kiss. He was so close, cock dribbling and swaying to and fro from the movement of his body being slammed into by Aisoon. His vision started to blur, blacken around the edges, breath stolen from his lungs from the way Aisoon kissed him and the way he squeezed his throat. Rachi wasn't scared of Aisoon, but that taste of danger in the air from the asphyxiation was making his hard cock leak, apparently unlocking a new kink for the dancer. One more to add to his repertoire, one more fantasy he was willing to explore with the only person who knew how to play his games.

“It won’t take long… I just wanna see you… That’s all.”

Rachi's breath hitched at the response. He was used to being wanted, being seen, but whenever Aisoon said it it felt... different. Like he had earned something, even if he had never been working for it in the first place. Though Rachi supposed, in a way, he had worked his ass off - literally - to get Aisoon to agree to his proposal, which is why they were here in the first place. And he had said Aisoon could take advantage of him any time, and any where. Part of the appeal. Part of the incentive for the escort to say yes, and keep them exclusive sex buddies.

He just hadn't expected it to be so soon, and in his studio, right as he was about to lead a class.

Rachi was lifted up onto his desk, bare ass making contact with the cold top, some of the stationery clattering onto the floor. Aisoon had slid his pants down to expose his cock, but now they were drawn all the way down his long, lithe legs, leaving him fully naked from below. His cock was hardening quickly, both from Aisoon's bold actions and from being touched - and because really, it was hard not to be turned on when such a big strong sexy man like Aisoon was pawing at him like this.

“Lube?”

Rachi leaned back, keeping his neck exposed for Aisoon to bite and suck while he rummaged blindly through the first drawer of his desk, taking out his emergency make-up bag, just in case he wasn't planning on going home after work and wanted to head straight to the clubs. "I can't believe you want to do this while I'm at work." Rachi said breathlessly, tossing the small bottle of lube in Aisoon's direction. His words may appear annoyed, but his voice was laced with giddy excitement, betraying his true emotions to the man currently attack his neck and guiding his hand to his pants.

“Why weren’t you replying to my text messages? Were you busy with something? Someone?”

Rachi hissed at a particularly hard bite at his neck, one that would very much leave a mark, especially in his tank top. A haughty response was ready to leave his lips, but since Aisoon had decided to play a game with him, the dancer felt it was only appropriate to participate. A smirk crossed his face and he reached up to grab Aisoon's neck, guiding it up so that they were face to face. His eyes sparkled with mischief.

Aisoon ignored the complaint and caught the lube, opening its top to place some around Rachi’s hole. When he thought he’d gotten enough, he tossed the tube to the side, fingers working to spread the lube over the other man’s crack - 

"What if I was busy with someone? Hmm? And what are you going to do about it teerak? Punish me?”

Aisoon grunted, his eyes sharp and fingers pushed hard against Rachi’s hole. “Are you going back on your words about being exclusive?” His gaze was intense and his fingers - two of them - made their way inside the dancer without a warning. “I might’ve been drunk that night but I remember everything we talked about,” he reminded the man before curling his fingers inside, moving them around to stretch the other’s wall for him. The issue he had in the past was brought up and once again sat in his chest heavily. Was he being unreasonable? Clingy? No, he told himself, he just wanted to be fair, right? If he was to just keep seeing Rachi like the other wanted then the other should do the same. Like they agreed on that night at the man’s condo… Did something happen that Rachi seemed to be changing his mind?

He shouldn't. Really. Rachi had many classes to be teaching today, couldn't risk being unable to walk let alone dance, but tempting Aisoon into fucking his brains out was far too delicious to pass up.

“Are you going back on your words about being exclusive?”

Rachi gasped when Aisoon's fingers pressed into him after the man had lubed up his hole, the dark expression a wonderful mixture of threatening and sexy. Rachi's cock stirred, turned on by the taste of danger, hole clenching around the two fingers that were inserted inside of him.

“I might’ve been drunk that night but I remember everything we talked about.”

"H-hah..." Rachi breathed out a weak laugh, clutching the edge of the desk while his back arched into a curve, his ass tilting up into the fingers that stretched him open. "I-I remember too, teerak. A-and I'm not going back on my word. Promise."

Rachi attempted to sound playful, maybe even mysterious just to goad Aisoon further, but the more Aisoon fingered him the more desperate his voice became. He moaned at the way they twisted inside of him, loosening his hole, slick with lube and sliding easily with each passing second.

“Keep your legs wide open. Put my cock in.”

A thick hand wrapped around Rachi's slender neck, immediately putting pressure around his windpipe. Aisoon drags him forward by the throat, capturing him in a kiss that stole the breath from his lungs, while his other hand directs Rachi to the fly of his jeans. Rachi blindly fumbles with the zip and the button, feeling how Aisoon is already hard for him beneath his palm, moaning against the man's mouth in eagerness as his hole is still fucked by his fingers.

“You might wanna hurry up if you wanna make it on time for your training.”

Rachi takes hold of Aisoon's cock, dragging it out of his pants, squeezing the thick length between his fingers. It's firm, pulsating, already getting wet, and Rachi almost salivates at the sight. He remembers how he had that cock in his mouth the night they made their deal, how he sucked him hard, how he let him fuck him into the mattress afterward, and how fucking thrilled he was when a drunken Aisoon said yes. Now, Aisoon was cashing in - taking him whenever he wanted, and even if Rachi had clients waiting for him back in the dance space of the studio, he would much rather be right here.

"You're so hard for me teerak," Rachi moaned, stroking Aisoon's cock while getting ready, spreading his legs wide on either side of the man. His hole is wet from lube, winking, achingly empty, needing Aisoon's cock to fill him up. He tugs it forward to where his ass is almost hanging off the desk, his free hand steadying himself on the wooden top, as he smears the tip of Aisoon's dick along his furled muscle. "I wonder if you'll fuck me so hard I'll have to cancel all my classes. Hmm... then I'll be free... and you can fuck me some more~" Rachi teases, biting at his bottom lip when he pops the swollen head inside of him.

"F-fuck..." He moaned, eyes cast downward, watching himself insert Aisoon's cock inside of him. It's fucking hot. Aisoon could do this himself, but he's asked Rachi to instead, and the meaning isn't lost on the dancer. It's like they've sealed their promise, Rachi accepting that Aisoon's dick was the only one he'd have for now on. It was possession, without Aisoon needing to say it.

Another moan, more inches of Aisoon's cock slotting into his greedy hole. His legs were on either side of Aisoon, suspended in the air, bent, the heels of his feet brushing against the other's back as he worked the man's dick inside of him. Did Aisoon somehow get bigger? The stretch was painful but in a good way, his girth slowly filling the space of Rachi's tight channel. "T-teerak, it's so hot," Rach panted, watching the show, hole clamping down on Aisoon's length. It was almost all the way in now, only a few centimetres left, but Rachi was already shuddering from the pleasure.

After checking his bookings - still no message back from Asnee that bitch - Rachi tidied up the studio. There wasn't much to do, since Rosie had stayed back on Friday night to practice and had cleaned up so that it was spotless for money, but a quick spritz across the mirrors and a sweep of the dust wouldn't hurt.

When Rachi's phone pinged again, he knew straight away who it was. Glancing at the message, the dancer tutted to himself - we? That meant Asnee was going to be here too? Ugh.

Looking at the mirror, Rachi examined his appearance. His outfit was fine - fitted, good for both dancing and looking great. His face - flawless as usual, but a touch of make-up would enhance it. He had to look good, if his rival was coming. Hmm... what else...

"Body glitter," Rachi clicked his fingers, dashing to his bag. He rummaged through, taking out his emergency make-up kit, smirking to himself. By the time he was finished dolling himself up he'd be shining brighter than the sun.

Feeling much more chipper, he sent a text Asnee's way, hoping the mix of confidence and sarcasm bled through.

😘😘😘

Right after, he tossed his phone inside his bag and began getting ready. He was going to be early like he said and his talent better be ready as well or he was going to crash out.

Fortunately, the newest addition to their agency was punctual and was waiting outside his condo building when he arrived. He didn't have to call or ring a doorbell. He was pleased. For the first time since working outside of his usual vicinity. He also had been driving in Bangkok, something he didn't do in New York. Perhaps he'd arrange the agency to give him a drive. For now, he'd do it because he didn't want to be late for his new talent's appointment.

The traffic wasn't so bad. They got to the studio way earlier than planned. There were a couple of vehicles parked outside the studio one of which a large truck that appeared like it was being used for landscaping... Maybe Rachi was getting something done in his property? He didn't really care.

Only it turned out he would when he walked in - silently - on Rachi being fondled by a rather very large man. More like a beast at how the other ravished Rachi... Jesus, did the man just bite Rachi? How scandalous - he thought to himself as he pulled out his cellphone, catching a few photos and recording a video. It might be worth something in the future? Meanwhile, he was able to stop his talent from entering the facility -

"Cover your eyes. It's too early for you to see any of this," he recommended, not truly meaning or understanding what he was saying himself.

At that moment, the door to the studio opened and Rosie walked in, waving at Rachi.

"Hey hun, how are you?" She asked with a bright smile, coming in for a quick hug.

"Good! Hungover, a little," Rachi responded, returning the embrace of his best friend.

"Hungover? What's new?" Rosie teased, earning a pout in return from Rachi.

"I'm your boss," Rachi whined.

"And my best friend, so you'll let that slide right?" Rosie winked.

"I guess, because I love ya!" Rachi laughed.

The two caught up quickly about their weekend activities before Rosie got behind the desk to check the bookings, raising a brow when she saw how many people they'd be training. "We've got a very early start today." She commented.

Rachi hummed, knowing that that belonged to Asnee's client. Ugh. Soon, he'd be reunited with his old friend - which was more like much-older-than-him-and-definitely-not-friend - but that wasn't Rachi's priority at the moment. He knew he had to show Asnee up, and he had the perfect red-bottomed heels to do it.

"I'm going to finish getting ready," Rachi told his friend. "When this client comes in-" Rachi pointed at the screen at Asnee's booking. "Let me know. I have a bit of a score to settle with him."

"Really?" Rosie asked, intrigued. "What's the story?"

"I'll tell you later, promise," Rachi told her. "But right now, I have a pair of Louboutin's to find."

Rosie squealed, eyes shining. "You're breaking out the red-bottoms? Oh, you must really want to impress him!"

"There's that but mostly... I just want to make him jealous of my existence," Rachi smirked, making his way to the office. "I'll be right back."

When Rachi returned - dolled up with high heels in tow - he hadn't even had a chance to even look around to see if Asnee was amongst the dancers who had arrived. Instead, he was met with Aisoon. The escort had surprised him with a back hug, and then shocked the hell out of him and anyone watching by sticking his hands in Rachi's pants. Rachi tried to protest - tried to smack him, tried to hiss at him that they were at his workplace - but who was he to resist? When Aisoon came knocking, there was only so long that Rachi could keep the door closed. And soon, he had pushed his thoughts of showing Asnee up to the side, in favour of dragging Aisoon to the back with him.

What could he say? The escort wanted him.

And Rachi thrived over being desired.

Since he was so preoccuped with Aisoon, he didn't even notice that his rival from high school had been inside the studio the entire time. Rachi didn't even want to look in that direction in the first place, especially since Aisoon was shamelessly greeting his clients and drawing attention. Rachi didn't mind an audience, but in his studio while on the clock? In front of his paying customers?? What kind of show were they giving!!??

"I told you - you weren't answering me text messages. So I thought I'd come and see you myself. Busy?"

Rachi felt his face heat up. The audacity!! Accosting him in his place of work while clients of his were warming up and ready for a session!!

"As you can see I've got training to do-"

Rachi was silenced when Aisoon's mouth connected with his. His firm lips were warm, pressing deeply against his own, and Rachi's parted mouth enabled that silky tongue of his to slide inside. Rachi resumed smacking Aisoon's arm, but there was no fight in his actions - just a weak show of protest, mostly so that he could say he fought back, when all he wanted was to follow Aisoon's lead.

"There. Satisfied? I haven't had any alcohol..."

"And you had to prove it that way?" Rachi whispered, though couldn't deny that his ego had definitely been boosted despite the outward show of embarrassment. He knew Aisoon was obsessed with him, but to this extent? It had him blushing for different reasons...

"Can I see you in your office? To do some business?"

Rachi hissed when Aisoon squeezed his sensitive dick, once again needing to brace himself against the man. "Shameless," Rachi smacked AIsoon's arm again before grabbing it. "Come on. Rosie," Rachi called out to his friend behind the desk. "I'll be right back, could you handle-"

"Got it," Rosie said with a wink. "And hey if you forget to lock the door, don't blame me if I come in checking on you."

"And you had to prove it that way?"

He hummed in response, using his charm to get the man to agree to bring him somewhere private… 

"Shameless…" 

Rachi had smacked him a few times now but he wasn’t deterred. He didn’t know how he managed to get his hand out of Rachi’s pants but did not wait to be guided to the man’s office when the other turned to his friend, Rosie.

He gave Rosie a little nod and followed the dancer into his office. 

"Teerak… I'm at work right now! I have people outside waiting for me to train them!" 

The man didn’t sound happy but instead of backing down, he grabbed the other by the face, “Aha,” was his short response before sticking his tongue back inside Rachi’s mouth. “It won’t take long… I just wanna see you… That’s all,” he then said in his most charming tone as he pulled Rachi’s pants down, just below the man’s ass, enough to expose parts of the dancer that he was most interested in…Within a minute, he had Rachi up on the desk. Realizing he couldn’t really properly position himself between the man’s legs because of the other’s pants, he impatiently took them off, almost ripping the clothing and tossing it to the floor. 

“It won’t take long… I just wanna see you… That’s all.”

Rachi's breath hitched at the response. He was used to being wanted, being seen, but whenever Aisoon said it it felt... different. Like he had earned something, even if he had never been working for it in the first place. Though Rachi supposed, in a way, he had worked his ass off - literally - to get Aisoon to agree to his proposal, which is why they were here in the first place. And he had said Aisoon could take advantage of him any time, and any where. Part of the appeal. Part of the incentive for the escort to say yes, and keep them exclusive sex buddies.

He just hadn't expected it to be so soon, and in his studio, right as he was about to lead a class.

Rachi was lifted up onto his desk, bare ass making contact with the cold top, some of the stationery clattering onto the floor. Aisoon had slid his pants down to expose his cock, but now they were drawn all the way down his long, lithe legs, leaving him fully naked from below. His cock was hardening quickly, both from Aisoon's bold actions and from being touched - and because really, it was hard not to be turned on when such a big strong sexy man like Aisoon was pawing at him like this.

“Lube?”

Rachi leaned back, keeping his neck exposed for Aisoon to bite and suck while he rummaged blindly through the first drawer of his desk, taking out his emergency make-up bag, just in case he wasn't planning on going home after work and wanted to head straight to the clubs. "I can't believe you want to do this while I'm at work." Rachi said breathlessly, tossing the small bottle of lube in Aisoon's direction. His words may appear annoyed, but his voice was laced with giddy excitement, betraying his true emotions to the man currently attack his neck and guiding his hand to his pants.

“Why weren’t you replying to my text messages? Were you busy with something? Someone?”

Rachi hissed at a particularly hard bite at his neck, one that would very much leave a mark, especially in his tank top. A haughty response was ready to leave his lips, but since Aisoon had decided to play a game with him, the dancer felt it was only appropriate to participate. A smirk crossed his face and he reached up to grab Aisoon's neck, guiding it up so that they were face to face. His eyes sparkled with mischief.

Rachi had his back turned to the door of his studio, taking with his bestie Rose about their schedule for the day. They were both decorating the space, trying to spruce it up a little nice and extra, on account of Rachi's 'very good friend Asnee' coming to visit soon. There was music playing at a low volume, the playlist of songs he would be instructing to, and all seemed to be going well until-

Warm, strong arms wrapped around Rachi from behind, with Aisoon's familiar voice filling his ear.

"You weren't answering my text messages."

"Aisoon! What are you doing here?" Rachi asked, his eyes widening slightly as the man's hands roamed his body. The dancer barely had the time to cry out before he was turned around, facing Aisoon. He felt his front being groped, right there, in front of Rose - who was watching over from the side with an amused smile - and a few others who were in the dancing space, sneaking glances in between stretching.

"You have time for me this morning right? I'm in need of cash."

"Hey," he simply greeted one familiar face and the others that he was seeing for the first time -

"Aisoon! What are you doing here? Are you drunk again?"

Aisoon had sunk his teeth into Rachi's exposed shoulder. No time to respond. And as if to soothe the bite right after, he dragged his tongue across it, very much aware of the eyes that were watching them.

"I told you - you weren't answering me text messages. So I thought I'd come and see you myself," his eyebrow raised, nodding his head towards the people in the studio, acknowledging them to Rachi, "Busy?" He ignored the hissing and the question about being drunk. Must he prove that he hadn't had a drop for a few days now?

Since he was so preoccuped with Aisoon, he didn't even notice that his rival from high school had been inside the studio the entire time. Rachi didn't even want to look in that direction in the first place, especially since Aisoon was shamelessly greeting his clients and drawing attention. Rachi didn't mind an audience, but in his studio while on the clock? In front of his paying customers?? What kind of show were they giving!!??

"I told you - you weren't answering me text messages. So I thought I'd come and see you myself. Busy?"

Rachi felt his face heat up. The audacity!! Accosting him in his place of work while clients of his were warming up and ready for a session!!

"As you can see I've got training to do-"

Rachi was silenced when Aisoon's mouth connected with his. His firm lips were warm, pressing deeply against his own, and Rachi's parted mouth enabled that silky tongue of his to slide inside. Rachi resumed smacking Aisoon's arm, but there was no fight in his actions - just a weak show of protest, mostly so that he could say he fought back, when all he wanted was to follow Aisoon's lead.

"There. Satisfied? I haven't had any alcohol..."

"And you had to prove it that way?" Rachi whispered, though couldn't deny that his ego had definitely been boosted despite the outward show of embarrassment. He knew Aisoon was obsessed with him, but to this extent? It had him blushing for different reasons...

"Can I see you in your office? To do some business?"

Rachi hissed when Aisoon squeezed his sensitive dick, once again needing to brace himself against the man. "Shameless," Rachi smacked AIsoon's arm again before grabbing it. "Come on. Rosie," Rachi called out to his friend behind the desk. "I'll be right back, could you handle-"

"Got it," Rosie said with a wink. "And hey if you forget to lock the door, don't blame me if I come in checking on you."

Timeline: 2025 May 20th, Monday, 7:13 A.M. Location: Rachi's studio... Mood: HORNY. Also, this us thinking we agreed on the deal, yeah? Attire: See the image on the gif... With: @rachiqueen

Aisoon's on his way to work but couldn't stop thinking about Rachi. It seemed his dick couldn't either that he had a boner the entire ride to his 'client's' studio. How did he know the man was at work already? He stalked. Something he didn't do in the past but actively participated in since meeting Rachi. Once he arrived at the studio, he learned there weren't a lot of people there yet and managed to slip inside, finding the man who he right away attacked from behind - With a hug.

"You weren't answering my text messages," he complained not giving the man a chance to be surprised or say anything that would stop what his hands were doing now. Turning Rachi around, he continued to fondle, "You have time for me this morning right? I'm in need of cash," he lied so bad he didn't think Rachi believed that for a second but his hands slipped inside the man's pants and his teeth on the other's shoulder.

Rachi had his back turned to the door of his studio, taking with his bestie Rose about their schedule for the day. They were both decorating the space, trying to spruce it up a little nice and extra, on account of Rachi's 'very good friend Asnee' coming to visit soon. There was music playing at a low volume, the playlist of songs he would be instructing to, and all seemed to be going well until-

Warm, strong arms wrapped around Rachi from behind, with Aisoon's familiar voice filling his ear.

"You weren't answering my text messages."

"Aisoon! What are you doing here?" Rachi asked, his eyes widening slightly as the man's hands roamed his body. The dancer barely had the time to cry out before he was turned around, facing Aisoon. He felt his front being groped, right there, in front of Rose - who was watching over from the side with an amused smile - and a few others who were in the dancing space, sneaking glances in between stretching.

"You have time for me this morning right? I'm in need of cash."

When Rachi asked him if he deserved to cum - because Rachi was so very much enjoying drawing it out of him and making him moan for it - Aisoon was hardly coherent. The drunkenness and fog of his obvious arousal had him responding, asking Rachi what he thought, while simultaneously jerking his own cock impatiently. Rachi watched with half-lidded, hungry eyes, blowing on the man's cock before teasing the length and the heavy sacks beneath.

“Fuuuck. Whatever you want, babe… You can suck and ride me all night.”

Mmm... that's what Rachi liked to hear.

He suckled on Aisoon's balls, his warm and wet mouth enveloping each of those sacs so tenderly, rolling them around and lightly tugging at them with his tongue. Rachi was conscious that Aisoon was fisting his leaking cock, and the two only took a break to disrobe - Aisoon removed his shirt, exposing his firm and muscular body, while Rachi only took off his pants, keeping part of himself hidden, to further tease the man laying on the bed. He saw how Aisoon felt himself up - his big and calloused hands smelling oddly like the sun cascading down his body, all towards a particular destination. Rachi warned him - told him not to cum, not until he was buried deep, and then proceeded to continue sucking him off.

“And if I make a mess now? Would you punish me?”

Rachi looked up with hazy eyes, his lips currently wrapped around Aisoon's tip. The sides of his mouth twitched, as if he were going to smile - how would he punish Aisoon for cumming too early?

"Hmmm...." Rachi hummed around the tip before pulling away, running his lips along the underside teasingly. He intentionally did so, wanting the man to shake from the vibrations, and was about to do it again when he felt a hand on his head pushing him down. He smiled, a sultry, winning smile, feeling as though Aisoon was close to his limit.

“Baby, you’re killing me… Take me in… I want to be inside you… So bad…”

Rachi let out a small needy noise, his wet lips running along the outside of Aisoon's cock whenever the other's hips thrust upward. Fuck, he was nearing his limit too. He wanted to suck Aisoon so bad - wanted his big fat cock invading his mouth, hitting his throat, choking him the way he liked.

Aisoon was losing it - he tried, tried to get up and pull Rachi forward, but his drunken state had him falling back onto the bed. Rachi's dick throbbed seeing him laid out like that - open, desperate, begging, his member and angry red and ready to release...

“Baby, please.”

"Fuck..." Rachi mumbled, deciding he couldn't wait any longer too. He yanked his hoodie off, the cool air barely bothering his heated skin, and shimmied his underwear down his legs before settling himself between where Aisoon's lay open. He gave the man's cock a final, slow, teasing lick, one that started from his heavy balls and ended all the way at his tip, before opening wide and sinking in.

The moan that came from Rachi was instantaneous, as his mouth was full of Aisoon. The salty pre-cum hit his buds, sending him in to overdrive, causing Rachi to dig his nails into Aisoon's thighs and start bobbing his head up and down. His lips were loose, but they tightened around him quickly, stretching over the girth as he blew the man's brains out. His tongue would drag on the underside and he kept getting lower and lower with every push down, until his nose was brushing the man's body and the back of his throat was occupied. He dragged himself slow, but soon became desperate, bobbing faster, choked noises erupting as he swallowed and convulsed around Aisoon's length. He could feel it twitch - felt like Aisoon was close. Wanted the man's hot cum to splash down his throat and own his mouth, until all Rachi could taste for days was him.

Rachi pulled off, gasping for air, staring up at Aisoon's face to watch his expression. "Teerak, you've been so good," Rachi breathed, his voice strained with arousal. He moaned, licking Aisoon's hard length, a final move before his checkmate. "Fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat."

Finally, after hearing a low curse coming from Rachi, the man lowered his head and filled his mouth with his cock. His stomach tightened at the contact, feeling that familiar warmth envelop him… It was glorious, the sensation as soon as Rachi began bobbing, taking his entire length in with one slow, sweeping move, his tip hitting the back of the man’s throat. Expert lips wrapped loosely around him while inside the man’s mouth was this sucking motion that sent him nearly to the edge. He didn’t hold his moans; he cursed each time Rachi brought his head down, impaling his pipe with his throbbing girth. And when he thought he was about to completely lose it, the man spoke -

“Teerak, you've been so good. Fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat."

A breath escaped him, upper body rising from the bed and without a warning, he grabbed Rachi by the back of the head. As the man was lowering his mouth down his cock again, he held the other firmly by the nape and began thrusting forward. “Your mouth feels so good, babe,” he grunted, loving the way his cock sounded slipping in and out of Rachi’s full lips. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard,” he continued, slightly moving his hand to the back of Rachi’s head where he grasped the man’s thick hair, and forcefully locking the other in place. “Let me hear you choke on it…” He slurred but his actions were full of conviction. A few strokes and he flipped Rachi on his back - Somehow they made it to the edge of the bed; he swayed as he got up, heavy cock swinging as he repositioned Rachi, head hanging to the end of the bed, the man’s naked form exposed to him and so as the other’s long neck…

In sex. That's all, Rachi told himself. Aisoon could only give him what he wanted in sex, and nothing more anywhere else. Rachi wasn't looking for a partner, just someone to fuck and suck - and nobody did it for him like Aisoon. And in the man's drunken state, perhaps he'd be more receptive to Rachi's original plan about being exclusive fuck buddies.

After pulling off Aisoon's cock and begging for the man to cum down his throat, Aisoon sprung into action.

Fingers clamped down on the back of Rachi's head, just as the dancer had swallowed Aisoon's entire length again, keeping him flush against the man's body. He hadn't expected it, since he had been setting the pace, and a muffled choke escaped him as his throat was instantly occupied. His eyes widened, trying to flicker up to meet Aisoon's gaze when the man started thrusting, each rock of his hips seeming to force more of his length down Rachi's throat. The dancer gripped Aisoon's naked thighs, fingers leaving tiny crescents in the firm flesh as he convulsed around the intrusion, his lips stretched wider than ever and painfully straining against the man's member. His own cock throbbed in interest and he moaned a muffled moan, swaying his hips and letting himself enjoy the feel of becoming hard while his mouth was used.

“Your mouth feels so good, babe. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Let me hear you choke on it…”

"Mmmffhh-urkkkh," Rachi choked loudly, tears beginning to sting in his eyes with blurred vision from Aisoon's fingers fisting his hair and from the cock that was cutting off his breathing with deep thrusts. Aisoon was all he could feel, all he could taste, and fuck, this is what he wanted all along. What he had been waiting for. Aisoon had left him high and dry for too long, and Rachi had been growing more and more desperate in trying to seek out the feeling that only the other man could provide. Nobody could fuck his mouth like Aisoon. Nobody could make him scream like Aisoon. Nobody could play his games as well as Aisoon. Rachi wasn't just hungry to experience this with Aisoon again - he was ravenous.

Breath filled Rachi's lungs when Aisoon flipped them over and pulled his cock out with a wet pop sound, his swollen lips coated with saliva. Aisoon was wobbly, the man still drunk, but he clearly had a plan as he positioned Rachi with his head over the edge of the bed. The dancer almost felt lightheaded, blinking through the shine of unshed tears from being choked while Aisoon lined his cock right back up, ready to continue from where they left off. Rachi had only just got his breathing back to semi-normal when it hitched, as he looked up at Aisoon from his upside-down position. Fuck, the man loomed over him, all muscle and tightness, handsome to a fauly even from this view. Then one of his hands ran down his throat in a move that was far to intimate for what they were about to do, and it just... it threw Rachi off, for a moment.

Because why did it make Rachi's chest tighten? Why did it make him arch up to lean into the touch, like this was more than what it actually was?

“Open wide.”

Aisoon's deep voice - thankfully - pulled Rachi out of his thoughts, and he smirked up at the man before obliging, full lips parting wide. He thought he was ready, having just had Aisoon in his mouth seconds ago, but nothing could ever prepare him for that wondrous girth when it entered him. Rachi moaned, sucking in air through his nose until it got cut off from the way Aisoon thrust inside him. Then he began to choke, the muscles in his throat spasming from how deep he was. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it - the outline of Aisoon's cock in his throat, bulging in the small canal, preventing him from doing anything but as his mouth was used.

“Ahhh fuck, you look so fucking hot with my cock deep down your throat.”

"Mmmfffppphhh~" Rachi tried to cry out, blinking through his tears as his body bobbed with the movements of Aisoon's fucking, fingers scrambling for purchase in the sheets. Aisoon was unrelenting, and it only got more intense when his hands found Rachi's cock. Rachi choked again, moaning even more now when Aisoon began tugging at it. His length was hard, red and angry and leaking at the tip, neglected in his endeavours into making Aisoon feel good, and now that it was receiving the attention it had been wanting Rachi knew it would only be a matter of time before he exploded in orgasm.

Aisoon's hips didn't stop, and Rachi knew that the man had been close for ages because of his edging. He swallowed around the length, feeling it twitch in his throat before it erupted with cum, filling up the occupied space with so much of it that leaked from around Rachi's lips. He choked as he tried to swallow, squirming on the bed and smacking at the mattress as he struggled to breathe, vision littered with white spots while the man came for what felt like forever. But it worked both ways too - the asphyxia was intoxicating, with Rachi's cock responding, the strangulation causing him to spurt all over Aisoon's hands even as he choked and tears began to slip down his red face.

When Aisoon was done, he didn't pull out, body sagging and almost falling on top of him, making it even harder for Rachi to move.

"Ahffpon-" Rachi tried to call out his name, reaching up to weakly swat at the man and lightly push him aside. When Aisoon's cock popped out of him Rachi gasped for air before flopping onto his side, coughing and spurting. He had swallowed all he could, but some of Aisoon's cum leaked from the side of his mouth.

"F-fuck, teerak," Rachi turned to Aisoon, wiping at his lips, his voice scratchy from the abuse. Staring deeply into the man's eyes, Rachi licked the cum he had gathered off of his fingers before resting his hand on his stomach. His own sticky release coated it. "So full of you..."

Rachi walked into his dance studio early with an iced coffee in hand and his bag with a change of clothes and his heels slung over one shoulder, a bit hungover from the night before. He was here alone, for now, but knew that soon enough the space would be full of energy and music, just the way he liked it. He had to be here early this morning to do a quick tidy of the space, since it hadn't been used much over the weekend, and because he had a booking today at 9am.

After setting his things down in the back, Rachi woke up his sleeping computer at the front desk to check the confirmations, sipping his sugary, creamy drink. Bleary eyes brought up the booking sheets - ah, another full day. Mondays were usually quite busy, since most events and performances were scheduled for the end of the week, so the early days would be used to practice. As he cross-referenced his sheets - the boring part of his job, he felt his phone ping from where he had placed it on the desk.

Rachi grabbed it wondering if it would be Aisoon, but when he glanced down at the screen and saw a familiar name a scowl crossed his face. He groaned, loudly, already feeling the lightly throbbing ache in his head increase tenfold. Asnee. God. A blast from the past who apparently, Rachi would have to be interacting with again. He didn't keep in contact with the man, who he knew from high school, but did know that he was working in a field that often times crossed paths with him. The person he would be training this morning, Reya, had been excited to book with Rachi, not knowing that the dancer was already dreading talking to the agent listed on her card.

Reading the message, Rachi wondered if he should ignore it - but since this was his work and he had a reputation to uphold amongst his thousands and thousands of social media followers, wrote up a quick reply.

Hi. It's Rachi. Yes, it's all been confirmed for 9am. After our session, we can discuss if there will be future ones - depends on how quickly she can pick up on the training.

After reading the message, Asness let it brew for a moment and made his coffee, sat down, and sipped. When he was satisfied that he made Rachi wait, he picked up his cellphone and began to reply -

Oh, great! We will see you soon then.

And hit sent.

After checking his bookings - still no message back from Asnee that bitch - Rachi tidied up the studio. There wasn't much to do, since Rosie had stayed back on Friday night to practice and had cleaned up so that it was spotless for money, but a quick spritz across the mirrors and a sweep of the dust wouldn't hurt.

When Rachi's phone pinged again, he knew straight away who it was. Glancing at the message, the dancer tutted to himself - we? That meant Asnee was going to be here too? Ugh.

Looking at the mirror, Rachi examined his appearance. His outfit was fine - fitted, good for both dancing and looking great. His face - flawless as usual, but a touch of make-up would enhance it. He had to look good, if his rival was coming. Hmm... what else...

"Body glitter," Rachi clicked his fingers, dashing to his bag. He rummaged through, taking out his emergency make-up kit, smirking to himself. By the time he was finished dolling himself up he'd be shining brighter than the sun.

Feeling much more chipper, he sent a text Asnee's way, hoping the mix of confidence and sarcasm bled through.

Timeline: 2025 May 20th, Monday, very early in the morning... Location: Wyatt and Parker Co. office in Bangkok. Mood: Irritated. Attire: White button-up shirt and relaxed black pants... With: @rachiqueen

It's boiling in Bangkok and Asnee was restless. If it wasn't for his niece Anong, he would be in New York, busying himself with his talents. But family comes first, he always say. And so, here he was. After his older sister's death, he'd been a constants fixture in his niece's and brother-in-law's life. His brother-in-law... That man was another story.

To make things worse, Asnee had to deal with people he'd avoided most of his life. Like Rachi. Someone from his past he never cared for. He didn't think that he'd cross paths with the man again who he deemed exaggerated and completely delusional. Who thinks they're the queen and acts like their shit don't stink? But he had no choice. His new talent, Reya didn't want to work with any other trainer but Rachi. One of the best dancers in Asia. Or so people said. He had to admit - although he would never out loud - Rachi was a professional. At least there was that to think about while he compose himself so that he could contact Rachi who he'd rather strangle than work with if he was being honest. Their story was for another day. In the meantime...

Fuck my life.

Asnee typed a message to Rachi.

Heeey, this is Asnee. Reya's agent. I'm just confirming her appointment with you today at 9 AM.

Rachi walked into his dance studio early with an iced coffee in hand and his bag with a change of clothes and his heels slung over one shoulder, a bit hungover from the night before. He was here alone, for now, but knew that soon enough the space would be full of energy and music, just the way he liked it. He had to be here early this morning to do a quick tidy of the space, since it hadn't been used much over the weekend, and because he had a booking today at 9am.

After setting his things down in the back, Rachi woke up his sleeping computer at the front desk to check the confirmations, sipping his sugary, creamy drink. Bleary eyes brought up the booking sheets - ah, another full day. Mondays were usually quite busy, since most events and performances were scheduled for the end of the week, so the early days would be used to practice. As he cross-referenced his sheets - the boring part of his job, he felt his phone ping from where he had placed it on the desk.

Rachi grabbed it wondering if it would be Aisoon, but when he glanced down at the screen and saw a familiar name a scowl crossed his face. He groaned, loudly, already feeling the lightly throbbing ache in his head increase tenfold. Asnee. God. A blast from the past who apparently, Rachi would have to be interacting with again. He didn't keep in contact with the man, who he knew from high school, but did know that he was working in a field that often times crossed paths with him. The person he would be training this morning, Reya, had been excited to book with Rachi, not knowing that the dancer was already dreading talking to the agent listed on her card.

Reading the message, Rachi wondered if he should ignore it - but since this was his work and he had a reputation to uphold amongst his thousands and thousands of social media followers, wrote up a quick reply.

Hi. It's Rachi. Yes, it's all been confirmed for 9am. After our session, we can discuss if there will be future ones - depends on how quickly she can pick up on the training.

Rachi glanced up at Aisoon, his eyes sparkling deviously as his hand played with the other's hardened length behind his underwear. He knew that Aisoon was drunk, and that the logical thing to do would be to let him sleep it off - but today was not the day that Rachi would let his brain dictate his actions over his desires. He wanted Aisoon, carnally, craved his touch and his taste to a degree he never had before, and here he was laid out for him on his bed, willing to let Rachi do whatever he wanted to his pliant body. Not only that, but Aisoon was reciprocating, clear as day even through his slurred speech. He called out Rachi's name, moaned when his hot cock was gripped by Rachi's manicured fingers, head falling back onto the mattress in pleasure-

“Rachi… Hmmm...”

Fuck. How could Rachi refuse such a treat?

Rachi continued to pump Aisoon's cock, his tongue pressing against it from the outside of his underwear, his free hand running his way down the man's deliciously well-sculpted body before joining his other. He slipped it in to tease the other's balls, rolling them around between his fingers, taking delight in the way Aisoon's hips keened upward for more of his touch. Rachi flattened his tongue, feeling how his underwear grew wet beneath it, and how the man's cock hardened even further at the stimulation the dancer was giving him.

“It’d be a lot harder if you suck my balls.”

"Hmm... should I?" Rachi mused in a teasing tone, his touches on the man's cock beneath his underwear slowing down. They were as feather-light as he could make them now, intentionally, occasionally giving the member a tight squeeze before resuming. It was fun, being on the opposite end of things, holding the power over another person's pleasure. Usually it was Aisoon driving him mad - he played his body like a well-used instrument, knowing what strings to pluck to make Rachi sing. This time, it was Rachi making the other squirm. He loved it. He understood why Aisoon always riled him up, kept him on edge - it was a specific type of thrill.

“Hmmmm, ahh, fuck…”

Hearing Aisoon moan again, once again hitching up his hips and now fisting the sheets on the bed, had Rachi licking his lips. He longed to wrap them around the other's member, blow him good, get his body to remember the mouth that could draw him into orgasm - but he waited, kissing the top of the other's cock through his underwear, slowly ghosting his fingers along the man's balls, listening to him groan atop him.

“Aaahhh, show me… Please…”

Rachi giggled, giving the wet patch on his underwear a final lick before resting his head against Aisoom's thigh and glancing up at the man. He looked so desperate for him, unfocussed drunken gaze watching Rachi's every move, lust filling the shining orbs. Aisoon wanted him to touch him, and Rachi would, but he decided he was going to to Aisoon what the man had done unto him - tease him, make him beg. If he wanted Rachi's mouth and ass to swallow his cock, Rachi wanted to see him squirm for him. It was a reminder to the both of them who Aisoon belonged to, their twisted back-and-forth amounting to this moment where Rachi was determined to ensure the other never forgot who could truly make his body writhe in pleasure.

"You want my mouth?" Rachi teased lightly, removing his hands away from Aisoon's body and finally fingering the hem of his underwear. He dragged the fabric down slowly, watching with delight as that huge cock sprung up once it was free, already leaking for him. "Do you deserve it?" Rachi continued, lightly blowing a stream of air on the sensitive member, loving the way it twitched and throbbed. He drew one of his fingers up, using the pad of it to trace a line from the root to the tip, swirling around the wet head before dragging it back down. He trailed his finger along the other's balls too, getting them wet with the man's pre-cum before inching his face closer.

"Hmm I like you hard like this for me. Maybe I should keep you that way allllllllll night. Ready to fuck me whenever I decide you can, 'cause you're not going to do anything but sit back and take whatever I want to give you until then, right teerak?" Rachi told him, sticking out his tongue and licking a strip across the other's heavy sacs. He didn't know what was coming over him - revenge at being ghosted for so long? Annoyance at the fact that Aisoon had been kissed by another? Being just really fucking horny? Whatever the reason, Rachi was enjoying himself. His own cock throbbed in his pants, but he didn't touch himself at all - he wanted to be wound up as tight as Aisoon was, drawing out his own pleasure too.

Holding Aisoon's legs open, Rachi swirled his tongue across Aisoon's balls, drawing one of them into his mouth and suckling at it wetly. He gave it such good attention, occasionally glancing up to see how the other's cock responded. The dribbling, wet head - it was enticing. Rachi took a break from sucking Aisoon's balls to lick up the man's cock, tasting his salty precum and moaning as if it was the most delicious thing in the world, before drawing back down and focussing on the other sac. He was starting to get uncomfortable in his pants, so took a break to unbuckle the belt and relieve himself off the fabric, until he was just in his underwear and oversized hoodie.

"You want my mouth?"

“Yes, please,” he moaned out, licking his lips as he waited patiently. His cock throbbed when Rachi finally pulled his underwear down, revealing a pulsing hard-on. He could cum any second just by the man’s teasing and by god did he want to. So fucking bad. But the thought of exploding deep in Rachi’s throat stopped him… He needed to wait, he told himself.

"Do you deserve it?" 

He pushed his upper body with his elbows, left hand reaching to fist his own cock. “What do you think?” And moved his wrist up and down, working himself up even more, panting, putting on a little show. He wanted Rachi salivating, craving his girth in the other’s mouth… After a few moments, he let go, feeling Rachi blew air into his sensitive cock. A finger tracing along his length then followed before focusing on his tip. His tightening sacs were given attention, too, causing his head to fall back to bed once again, his mouth wide open. 

"Hmm I like you hard like this for me. Maybe I should keep you that way allllllllll night. Ready to fuck me whenever I decide you can, 'cause you're not going to do anything but sit back and take whatever I want to give you until then, right teerak?" 

“Fuuuck,” he let out before picking up his head to look at Rachi again, “Whatever you want, babe… You can suck and ride me all night.”

He had to fight the urge to explode when the man’s tongue found his balls, sucking them into the other’s mouth one after the other… It was glorious, the way they felt moving around Rachi’s mouth. He wanted to once again reach and jerk himself but he focused on Rachi’s tongue, not wanting to interrupt the act by intruding. His cock leaked, dribbling onto his stomach. There was a moment pause and he watched as the man unbuckled his belt and took his pants off. Aisoon was positive that it was deliberate - to drive him crazy and to torture him. Would he dare tell Rachi to take all of his clothes off?

Instead, he moved his body to take his own shirt off, tossing it carelessly away from him. He didn’t care where it landed. His hands, they moved over his torso, feeling his own taut stomach and hard chest, still fighting the urge to reach for his aching cock… 

"No cumming teerak… Not until you're deep inside me." 

Rachi’s voice once again came through before having his balls in the man’s mouth again. Tongue alternated between his sacs and length, rolling over his dribbling slit. He was fucked. If this was the man’s way of torturing him, then he was all for it. But would he be an obedient player?

“And if I make a mess now? Would you punish me?” He asked, tongue swiping his lower lip, eyes fixed on Rachi’s mouth over his cock head. He wanted Rachi to take him all in then ride him… He had to be patient, he kept telling himself, hips raising to meet the teasing lips, filling the room with his moans. 

When his instinct kicked in, his hand landed on the back of Rachi’s head and pushed absentmindedly. “Baby, you’re killing me…” He declared, chasing Rachi’s mouth with his hips, the tip of his cock brushing the man’s lips. “Take me in… I want to be inside you… So bad…” And thrust his hips upward, wanting - needing - something tighter, wetter to wrap around him. 

He was desperate, pulling his upper body up, hand on Rachi’s back. The man’s sweater prevented him from touching any skin but this was contact. He wasn’t as strong as he thought he would be, he thought to himself, fighting the strong need to smack Rachi’s ass. The man’s in control, right? He’d given Rachi the power tonight and he wanted the other to take advantage. He wanted Rachi to do whatever the man pleased… 

When Rachi asked him if he deserved to cum - because Rachi was so very much enjoying drawing it out of him and making him moan for it - Aisoon was hardly coherent. The drunkenness and fog of his obvious arousal had him responding, asking Rachi what he thought, while simultaneously jerking his own cock impatiently. Rachi watched with half-lidded, hungry eyes, blowing on the man's cock before teasing the length and the heavy sacks beneath.

“Fuuuck. Whatever you want, babe… You can suck and ride me all night.”

Mmm... that's what Rachi liked to hear.

He suckled on Aisoon's balls, his warm and wet mouth enveloping each of those sacs so tenderly, rolling them around and lightly tugging at them with his tongue. Rachi was conscious that Aisoon was fisting his leaking cock, and the two only took a break to disrobe - Aisoon removed his shirt, exposing his firm and muscular body, while Rachi only took off his pants, keeping part of himself hidden, to further tease the man laying on the bed. He saw how Aisoon felt himself up - his big and calloused hands smelling oddly like the sun cascading down his body, all towards a particular destination. Rachi warned him - told him not to cum, not until he was buried deep, and then proceeded to continue sucking him off.

“And if I make a mess now? Would you punish me?”

Rachi looked up with hazy eyes, his lips currently wrapped around Aisoon's tip. The sides of his mouth twitched, as if he were going to smile - how would he punish Aisoon for cumming too early?

"Hmmm...." Rachi hummed around the tip before pulling away, running his lips along the underside teasingly. He intentionally did so, wanting the man to shake from the vibrations, and was about to do it again when he felt a hand on his head pushing him down. He smiled, a sultry, winning smile, feeling as though Aisoon was close to his limit.

“Baby, you’re killing me… Take me in… I want to be inside you… So bad…”

Rachi let out a small needy noise, his wet lips running along the outside of Aisoon's cock whenever the other's hips thrust upward. Fuck, he was nearing his limit too. He wanted to suck Aisoon so bad - wanted his big fat cock invading his mouth, hitting his throat, choking him the way he liked.

Aisoon was losing it - he tried, tried to get up and pull Rachi forward, but his drunken state had him falling back onto the bed. Rachi's dick throbbed seeing him laid out like that - open, desperate, begging, his member and angry red and ready to release...

“Baby, please.”

"Fuck..." Rachi mumbled, deciding he couldn't wait any longer too. He yanked his hoodie off, the cool air barely bothering his heated skin, and shimmied his underwear down his legs before settling himself between where Aisoon's lay open. He gave the man's cock a final, slow, teasing lick, one that started from his heavy balls and ended all the way at his tip, before opening wide and sinking in.

The moan that came from Rachi was instantaneous, as his mouth was full of Aisoon. The salty pre-cum hit his buds, sending him in to overdrive, causing Rachi to dig his nails into Aisoon's thighs and start bobbing his head up and down. His lips were loose, but they tightened around him quickly, stretching over the girth as he blew the man's brains out. His tongue would drag on the underside and he kept getting lower and lower with every push down, until his nose was brushing the man's body and the back of his throat was occupied. He dragged himself slow, but soon became desperate, bobbing faster, choked noises erupting as he swallowed and convulsed around Aisoon's length. He could feel it twitch - felt like Aisoon was close. Wanted the man's hot cum to splash down his throat and own his mouth, until all Rachi could taste for days was him.

Rachi pulled off, gasping for air, staring up at Aisoon's face to watch his expression. "Teerak, you've been so good," Rachi breathed, his voice strained with arousal. He moaned, licking Aisoon's hard length, a final move before his checkmate. "Fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat."

Deep down, Rachi knew this was the wrong way for him to be conducting himself. Rachi had no claim over Aisoon. Aisoon was a grown-ass man working a job that provided service for other people - unless he decided to quit or change careers, he was under no obligation to sleep only with Rachi. He also didn't owe the dancer any explanation about who he was going to be kissing or sleeping with. It wasn't Rachi's business.

The worst thing that Rachi was coming to realise however, was that he was getting himself deeply involved in Aisoon's life. His decision to free himself of attachments was made after years of searching for something he didn't think existed for him anymore, yet here he was stewing in jealousy. He didn't have any issue with escorting as a job - he was thankful for the service, for the anonymity, for the fun, and was fully supportive of it as a career choice - but he did have a problem that he was currently feeling possessive over a person whose job featured catering to multiple people at a time. Rachi had to wonder if it wouldn't have been so bad if Aisoon hadn't hunted him down after that first time, because really, that's what had set the ball in motion. Rachi would have been content - eventually - to never see Aisoon again after they had slept together on that fateful night. But now that they had done so multiple times - now that Rachi was becoming reliant on Aisoon for his pleasure - it was becoming a problem.

Seeing Aisoon kiss that bitch earlier hadn't helped. It stoked the fire of his jealousy, making his mind made up about the fact that he needed to make that man exclusively his, otherwise he'd lose him forever. And Rachi knew that was selfish of him, and was most likely going to be the reason Aisoon stopped interacting with him entirely. He was trying to have his cake and eat it too, all while vehemently rejecting the idea of getting entangled in an attachment again, and while refusing to acknowledge whatever Aisoon was feeling. Nobody was winning in this battle of attrition.

So, Rachi told Aisoon what he thought, watching as the man's face shifted into one of confusion. It was a bad idea for Rachi to be bringing this up while Aisoon was drunk, but he hoped that it would work in his favour too. Technically it was... taking advantage, wasn't it? Aisoon's real feelings may not be apparent because he might not be able to voice them coherently in his state, but Rachi just kept wondering to himself that if he didn't say anything now, when else would he get a chance to? Aisoon made it clear that he could keep his distance from Rachi by not contacting him, and there was no guarantee that he'd stumble his way to the dancer's apartment building if that happened again.

"Excuse me? Who - who did I kiss? Oh, P'Lani?"

While Rachi was not happy about hearing that bitch's name, he felt a smug satisfaction when Aisoon tightened his hold around him, not even remembering that he had made out with that woman downstairs. Was Rachi that infatuating that he could make Aisoon forget that he had kissed her? The drunkenness might be a factor as well, but Rachi recalled how Aisoon's friend immediately called for him and not Lani to take Aisoon up into the building too. That meant that even if Aisoon had been intentionally avoiding him, some part of his brain was occupied by Rachi.

Rachi continued to pepper the man with kisses before feeling Aisoon hold onto his wrists and lightly push him away. For a brief moment, Rachi thought he'd be pushed off entirely - instead, Aisoon kept him there, and spoke.

"You want to possess me... Not allow me to sleep with anybody else but... How about you? Will you follow your own demands? What if I tell you that I don't want any compettion either... That you only reserve your body for me... Would you agree to that?"

Rachi swallowed, conscious of how Aisoon was now holding him by the back of the neck, keeping him in place and forcing the dancer to look only at him. Rachi's attention was occupied by Aisoon's kiss-swollen lips, his unfocussed his eyes, and the micro-expressions that played across his features, a part of him that Rachi was still trying to decipher. This was, Rachi believed, the first time he had heard Aisoon voice his desires, and it stirred about more conflict within him. The idea of being possessed or owned by another person had him wanting to flee, not willing to risk falling into another bad relationship - yet here Rachi was opening that can of worms to begin with by echoing the same sentiments earlier.

"Hmmm, would you actually be able to resist me? Even without a contract?"

Rachi bit his tongue, not wanting to say anything more. The answer was yes - that contract was a way for him to get what he wanted without putting himself in a vulnerable position, but Aisoon didn't need to know that.

He held onto Aisoon when it appeared the man was about to carry him, his arms wrapping around the escort's shoulders as he stumbled his way towards Rachi's bedroom. He remembered where it was, gently placing Rachi on the mattress before groaning and falling onto the bed himself too.

"Hmmm, I'd give you a free pass tonight... Just - keep the lights on... I wanna see you..."

"You... you're drunk," Rachi swallowed, his eyes sweeping over Aisoon's form on the bed, feeling his heart race in his chest as he mentally undressed the man in his head. "You should just sleep..."

And Rachi should just let him sleep. But then Aisoon reached out for him, almost desperate, calling out his name and-

Fuck, Rachi was usually the drunk. He was usually on the opposite side, clumsily trying to get himself fucked even if he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings. He had been taken advantage of by Aisoon too, but he had liked that because for some reason, he felt like he could trust the man not to take it too far while he was incoherent. Did he... have that same trust in Rachi? Because Rachi was just going to let him sleep off his drunkenness, but now, hearing him call out his name and tell him to do whatever he wanted...

It was tempting as the apple had been to Eve...

Rachi shifted onto his knees on the bed, crawling towards Aisoon's body. "You know, I'm taking advantage of you right now," Rachi told him, slinking one leg over Aisoon's body and straddling his lower half, fingers slipping into the man's shirt. The pads brushed against his skin as they slowly drew his shirt up, exposing his stomach and running along those rippling muscles that Rachi had missed so much. "But I only think it's fair, since you've done the same to me too. Consider this payback."

Rachi bent down, kissing the exposed part of Aisoon's stomach before trailing his fingers down to the hem of the man's pants. He unbuttoned them, opening up the fly just enough to expose his underwear. The Pavlovian response to drool kicked in, and Rachi licked his lips as he bent down again to this time kiss the other's member through his underwear. He mouthed at the fabric, dragging his teeth along the hidden length, all while continuing to shimmy the man's pants down to his thighs. Rachi's hands settled on the meat of Aisoon's thighs as he nipped through the fabric, using tongue to apply pressure against his clothed cock to get it nice and hard for him.

Aisoon hummed at the comment that sounded too far. Like, Rachi  was speaking to him from the other part of the room. He opened one eye and caught a glimpse of the man sitting on the bed with him. 

“Not too drunk to give you what you want, babe,” he slurred, his hand running down his body, stopping just above his crotch where his cock was already semi-erect… 

“Rachi…” He called out the man’s name again, as he slipped his hand inside his pants. Then he felt the weight of Rachi’s body slightly on top of him -

"You know, I'm taking advantage of you right now." 

“Hmmm… ” He moaned out, feeling the man’s hand under his shirt now, the fabric being pushed to his chest, exposing skin. It felt cold but his flesh was hot. Mix of the alcohol he consumed and Rachi’s body getting closer… The man’s hand felt nice over his muscles, stirring his cock in his pants. 

"But I only think it's fair, since you've done the same to me too. Consider this payback."

“You can do whatever you want to me, baby…” He responded, raising his head, reaching out to touch the side of Rachi’s face as he watched the other slink down his body, leaving traces of kisses on his skin as fingers dragged down his pants. His breath hitched when he felt the man unbuttoned and opened his fly… His head fell back to bed when mouth found his cock, teeth teased it over his black underwear… 

He moaned, hips raising forward to press his front onto the tongue that now taunted his cock… It felt nice. It would be nicer when Rachi’s mouth finally enveloped his dick, he told himself, pulling his head forward to watch Rachi torture him…

"You gonna get big for me?" 

Hand to his balls, the reaction was instant, his cock springing up under his underwear. “It’d be a lot harder if you suck my balls,” he said, eyebrows knitted together as his cock ached to be touched by bare hands.

He felt a squeeze that drew a moan from his throat. Oh, how he enjoyed the attention and as much as he wanted to move, to feel and touch as well, he remained just laying still in Rachi’s bed. The man’s teasing was torturous but he liked it. He wanted more of it. Please, he thought to himself, take advantage of me. I’m all yours, and raised his hips to give more into the palm that rolled his sacs. 

“Hmmmm,” he continued to moan, Rachi’s hand over his stiff cock over his underwear, now the grip is tighter, sliding up and down his length. “Ahh, fuck…” He said, hands on either side of him, fingers clutching the sheets underneath him. 

"Gonna suck you so hard and then ride you good, teerak." 

“Aaahhh, show me… Please…” He responded, moving his legs wider apart to give Rachi more access to his body. His mind was completely under Rachi’s spell; he was still drunk but it felt more like he was hypnotized by Rachi’s words and actions. He was going to forget the conversation they just had - The deal that he didn’t think would have a clear resolution. At least not tonight. One thing was for sure and that was they both enjoyed each other’s bodies. 

Tonight, he was going to be used for Rachi’s pleasure and he was going to let the man do as he pleased. He loved it, he enjoyed it, and if Rachi wanted him to beg this time, well, he’d go off on that, too… He just needed to be closer to Rachi, even if just physically…

Rachi glanced up at Aisoon, his eyes sparkling deviously as his hand played with the other's hardened length behind his underwear. He knew that Aisoon was drunk, and that the logical thing to do would be to let him sleep it off - but today was not the day that Rachi would let his brain dictate his actions over his desires. He wanted Aisoon, carnally, craved his touch and his taste to a degree he never had before, and here he was laid out for him on his bed, willing to let Rachi do whatever he wanted to his pliant body. Not only that, but Aisoon was reciprocating, clear as day even through his slurred speech. He called out Rachi's name, moaned when his hot cock was gripped by Rachi's manicured fingers, head falling back onto the mattress in pleasure-

“Rachi… Hmmm...”

Fuck. How could Rachi refuse such a treat?

Rachi continued to pump Aisoon's cock, his tongue pressing against it from the outside of his underwear, his free hand running his way down the man's deliciously well-sculpted body before joining his other. He slipped it in to tease the other's balls, rolling them around between his fingers, taking delight in the way Aisoon's hips keened upward for more of his touch. Rachi flattened his tongue, feeling how his underwear grew wet beneath it, and how the man's cock hardened even further at the stimulation the dancer was giving him.

“It’d be a lot harder if you suck my balls.”

"Hmm... should I?" Rachi mused in a teasing tone, his touches on the man's cock beneath his underwear slowing down. They were as feather-light as he could make them now, intentionally, occasionally giving the member a tight squeeze before resuming. It was fun, being on the opposite end of things, holding the power over another person's pleasure. Usually it was Aisoon driving him mad - he played his body like a well-used instrument, knowing what strings to pluck to make Rachi sing. This time, it was Rachi making the other squirm. He loved it. He understood why Aisoon always riled him up, kept him on edge - it was a specific type of thrill.

“Hmmmm, ahh, fuck…”

Hearing Aisoon moan again, once again hitching up his hips and now fisting the sheets on the bed, had Rachi licking his lips. He longed to wrap them around the other's member, blow him good, get his body to remember the mouth that could draw him into orgasm - but he waited, kissing the top of the other's cock through his underwear, slowly ghosting his fingers along the man's balls, listening to him groan atop him.

“Aaahhh, show me… Please…”

Rachi giggled, giving the wet patch on his underwear a final lick before resting his head against Aisoom's thigh and glancing up at the man. He looked so desperate for him, unfocussed drunken gaze watching Rachi's every move, lust filling the shining orbs. Aisoon wanted him to touch him, and Rachi would, but he decided he was going to to Aisoon what the man had done unto him - tease him, make him beg. If he wanted Rachi's mouth and ass to swallow his cock, Rachi wanted to see him squirm for him. It was a reminder to the both of them who Aisoon belonged to, their twisted back-and-forth amounting to this moment where Rachi was determined to ensure the other never forgot who could truly make his body writhe in pleasure.

"You want my mouth?" Rachi teased lightly, removing his hands away from Aisoon's body and finally fingering the hem of his underwear. He dragged the fabric down slowly, watching with delight as that huge cock sprung up once it was free, already leaking for him. "Do you deserve it?" Rachi continued, lightly blowing a stream of air on the sensitive member, loving the way it twitched and throbbed. He drew one of his fingers up, using the pad of it to trace a line from the root to the tip, swirling around the wet head before dragging it back down. He trailed his finger along the other's balls too, getting them wet with the man's pre-cum before inching his face closer.

"Hmm I like you hard like this for me. Maybe I should keep you that way allllllllll night. Ready to fuck me whenever I decide you can, 'cause you're not going to do anything but sit back and take whatever I want to give you until then, right teerak?" Rachi told him, sticking out his tongue and licking a strip across the other's heavy sacs. He didn't know what was coming over him - revenge at being ghosted for so long? Annoyance at the fact that Aisoon had been kissed by another? Being just really fucking horny? Whatever the reason, Rachi was enjoying himself. His own cock throbbed in his pants, but he didn't touch himself at all - he wanted to be wound up as tight as Aisoon was, drawing out his own pleasure too.

Holding Aisoon's legs open, Rachi swirled his tongue across Aisoon's balls, drawing one of them into his mouth and suckling at it wetly. He gave it such good attention, occasionally glancing up to see how the other's cock responded. The dribbling, wet head - it was enticing. Rachi took a break from sucking Aisoon's balls to lick up the man's cock, tasting his salty precum and moaning as if it was the most delicious thing in the world, before drawing back down and focussing on the other sac. He was starting to get uncomfortable in his pants, so took a break to unbuckle the belt and relieve himself off the fabric, until he was just in his underwear and oversized hoodie.

The man was staring at him so intensely, too, as Rachi tried to process the other's words from earlier. What an awful rift between them, in the silence of Rachi's apartment - but isn't that what the dancer had wanted in the first place? Distance, so that they wouldn't be at risk of getting more involved in each other's lives? He should be fine then to answer the escort, to set those boundaries he had followed religiously since he last break-up - but the thought of Aisoon ghosting him and of Rachi never seeing that handsome face and gorgeous body or hearing that rumbling voice again... Rachi didn't want that.

It left them at an impasse that they both stubbornly were trying to claw their way out from, but neither were succeeding.

“Come here.”

Rachi felt Aisoon's powerful arms pull him towards his body, his face still eerily cold. Rachi straddled him, legs on either side of the man while Aisoon ran his hands down Rachi's back. They were face-to-face, like this - no more hiding.

“You like the way I make you cum?”

Rachi sucked in a breath. Shouldn't Aisoon know that by now so that he didn't have to say it? Of course he liked it. He more than liked it. That's why even though Rachi had been bothered about breaking his "no sleeping with someone more than once rule", he was able to let it slide. "What kind of question is that?" Rachi mumbled, continuing to act nonchalant despite the fact just thinking about Aisoon had the various ways the man had made him cum before had his heart pounding in his chest.

“You want me to keep doing it, and you wanna keep paying me for it… So, I serve only you but you -”

Rachi waited for Aisoon to finish his sentence - but the man never did. His immediate reaction was to say yes - that's exactly what he wanted. Securing Aisoon and his dick so that nobody else could touch him. Men and women - like that bitch a few floors down - wouldn't be allowed to touch what Rachi deemed was his, especially because he was paying for it. It worked out for everyone - Aisoon would get a steady income, probably better than what his job would give him, and then Rachi could get fucked by someone he wanted to explore his deepest desires with whenever he wanted.

So why hadn't Aisoon accepted, when Rachi brought it up the first time? Why was he still not accepting now, when it worked in his favour in so many ways?

Rachi got his answer very shortly after.

“Why disrupt how things are going? I can see you and my other clients, too… I’d make sure you’re satisfied. No need to worry about what’s happening outside what business we have with each other. If you can’t deal with that, then you can always find another escort to play with, right?”

Rachi felt his mouth go dry, the rejection staring at him in the face. Not only was he not good enough for his past relationships, he wasn't good enough for an escort either. Aisoon had asked him what he could offer, and Rachi was willing to give so much of himself up for the prospect of making his contract worked - but it appeared that the man's mind had been made long ago, and the question had just been for show.

What a fool, Rachi was. Putting himself out there in a way that might make him vulnerable even though he knew he shouldn't. A lesson he had learned in the past, yet still couldn't put into practice. It might not be Aisoon's intention to make him feel so worthless, but fuck if it didn't sting.

The worst part was that even though Rachi knew that Aisoon didn't want to be tied down to him, Rachi was still desperate to find a way to make it happen.

Rachi was a selfish, selfish man, wasn't he?

"You-" Rachi started saying, swallowing the lump in his throat. Why didn't Aisoon tell him earlier that he felt that way? Rachi had had hope that his proposal would be accepted, or at the very least it would be considered, but it turns out he had just been an afterthought this entire time. He wished that Aisoon had contacted him to tell him, earlier. Because Rachi felt like a fool right now, blind-sided, embarrassed to have been holding out on something that would never happen in the first place.

Aisoon didn't wait for Rachi to respond, nuzzling into his neck and then bringing their lips together, all with gentle and caring touches that were so contrasting to the words he had spoken earlier. Rach's hands fell flat against Aisoon's chest, ready to push the man away and end it for good since he wasn't going to get what he wanted out of him - but fuck, he liked kissing Aisoon. Kissing him in the elevator hadn't been enough, and now he was getting a taste of him again. Usually when they found themselves entangled like this, it would be intensely desperate - Rachi would be left panting, lips tingling from being bitten, mouth red and swollen from how hardly Aisoon had claimed his mouth. But like the kiss he gave the escort in the elevator, this one was different. Soft, gentle, slow. Rachi could feel even the slightest of movements, his fingers curling into the escort's chest as his eyes slipped shut to return his kisses. Aisoon's calloused hands - smelling like the earth and nature - held him so tenderly by the head, almost as though Rachi were a precious lover rather than a client. Rachi made a small happy noise from the back of his throat when Aisoon's tongue slipped inside of his mouth, which he willingly parted, allowing it to explore every crevice. His own tongue licked up against Aisoon's, curling around it and keeping their lips locked together in their deep and passionate kiss.

They spent so long on that couch, but time passed by so slowly. Maybe because it was intimate in a different kind of way than they were used to - and Rachi was enjoying every moment. Yet, as they kissed, Rachi's mind wandered. It wandered to how even though Aisoon was clearly enjoying this, he still didn't want Rachi in the way Rachi wanted him to. That even though Aisoon had called out his name, he had been staring at that bitch's tits and kissing her instead of him first. How he had almost, almost, walked down the corridor to her apartment instead of stay in the elevator to go up to Rachi's.

It filled Rachi with utter jealousy.

Rachi made another noise, this time lightly pushing Aisoon's chest so that they could break their kiss. Rachi was clearly affected by it - his lips were pink and plump, shiny with saliva, eyes half-lidded as they stared at the escort - but he had to hold it together, to say his piece. He hadn't answered before because Aisoon hadn't let him - he had kissed him instead. But Rachi couldn't forget what the man wanted, and if Aisoon was going to insist that they remain how they were then he had to let his opinion be known, too.

"If you want to see me," Rachi started saying, his voice slightly breathless. "Then you can't see anyone else. Especially her. Seeing you kiss her... I didn't like it." The dancer's jaw set, his eyes flashing with anger for a moment. He took a breath, to calm himself down, before continuing. "I don't want anyone else to be with you the way I get to be. If they want to look at you, that's fine. But they don't get to touch you."

Slowly, Rachi trailed his hand up Aisoon's chest, cupping the man's face and holding it gently. He leaned forward, kissing him softly on the lips for a moment. He barely pulled back, just enough so that he could speak to the man in between soft pecks. There were no more tricks he could use. His body wasn't enough. His money wasn't enough. Maybe even his true feelings wouldn't be enough - but he had to speak them, He had to try and put himself out there, otherwise he'd never get an answer.

Aisoon cut Rachi's word, covering the other's mouth with a kiss. It was slow and deep; Aisoon took his time and the way he paid attention to parts of Rachi's mouth was meticulous. It was like reading a book, he read each word, turned each page slowly, gently, one by one... His hands caressed Rachi's back, palm running down the man's body until they held the other's tiny waist. He tasted and felt Rachi but still, he couldn't fully understand the man. No, that was an incorrect statement. He guessed it was clear what Rachi truly wanted from him but he was complicating things. Yes, that's right. That was more accurate. What Rachi wanted was simple but he just couldn't accept it and wanted to push the man to his agenda. Was he actually ready to play a wicked game on Rachi? Even though he was positive it wouldn't affect the man in any way? He was upset and he thought of ways to get the best out of this fucked up situation.

The kiss continued and by this time, he was fully settled on the couch, Rachi's body pulled against him in a tight embrace. He liked the way Rachi's body moldedd against his and he wondered, how many other bodies get to experience this with the man? if the other enjoyed the way he fucked him then why continue to see other people? It was - confusing. And the more he thought about it the more the feeling burnt his mind and blackened his heart with jealousy. Perhaps he ccould just lock up Rachi in this room, keep the man from leaving, force the other to be with him. Oh, he was totally drunk and out of his mind. He wasn't making sense and he was thinking -

His demented thoughts were interrupted by Rachi's palms pushing his chest away from the man. He frowned, staring at the other's face, lips swollen, disheveled.

"If you want to see me... Then you can't see anyone else. Especially her. Seeing you kiss her... I didn't like it."

Aisoon was confused, his eyes fixed on the man who spoke suddenly. It took a moment to process Rachi's words, frown lined his forhead.

"I don't want anyone else to be with you the way I get to be. If they want to look at you, that's fine. But they don't get to touch you."

"Excuse me?" He muttered, unsure if what he heard was right. Rachi was playing games with him, right? The man was being selfish. Again. But he had to admit, he liked it. Especially the part where the man expressed his dislike that he kissed someone -

"Who - who did I kiss?" He genuinely had forgotten and had no idea what the other was talking about. It took a moment and then - it hit him... "Oh," he said, his hold on Rachi's waist tightening. "P'Lani?" He mentioned his client's name, watching as Rachi slowly came closer, kisses pressed on his lips. He saw what he thought was anger in the man's eyes as the other talked about the woman. He didn't want to get ahead of himself. Maybe he was just really drunk but... It sounded like Rachi was - jealous?

"And if you want to keep working... Then you don't get to touch me."

Rachi's mouth now moved to his jawline and although he enjoyed the attention, he focused - It was hard but he was determined not to be swayed by the man's words. Rachi was laying out all these rules, masking his game with something that Aisoon felt was just a ploy to further mess with him... Did this all make sense??

Aisoon then reached for Rachi's wrists, holding the man there as he pulled away from the kisses. "You want to possess me... Not allow me to sleep with anybody else but... How about you?" His jaw clenched, attemtping to read Rachi's face once more. "Will you follow your own demands?" He then let go of Rachi's left wrist and placed his right hand to the back of the man's neck, gripping Rachi there, "What if I tell you that I don't want any compettion either... That you only reserve your body for me... Would you agree to that?" He smirked, shaking his head, "Hmmm," he continued, "Would you actually be able to resist me? Even without a contract?"

He then slid his hands down Rachi's body, holding onto the man so tightly before getting up. He staggered for a second but found his footing. He still remembered where Rachi's room was and he headed there, Rachi's body against him until they reached the bedroom where he carefully laid Rachi down on the bed. "Hmmm," he groaned, feeling the room spin that he ended up laying down on the bed next to the man he just carried there. "I'd give you a free pass tonight..." His words were slurred. "You can do whatever you want..." He reached to his side, touching Rachi's cheek... "Just - keep the lights on... I wanna see you..."

He thought he would be done for if Rachi knew the truth. That he'd laid hands on no other person since he'd had Rachi. It was maddening, how Rachi completely and fully own him without the man even knowing it. He could end this game; be bold and admit what he felt. But he knew that the moment he take that step, it would be over. Rachi would run away and lost interest. The man wanted him because well, the man thought everyone in Bangkok was getting a piece of him... Rachi wouldn't pay him mind if the other knew he was just a loser gardener who could barely make a relationship work. Obsessive, possessive...

Deep down, Rachi knew this was the wrong way for him to be conducting himself. Rachi had no claim over Aisoon. Aisoon was a grown-ass man working a job that provided service for other people - unless he decided to quit or change careers, he was under no obligation to sleep only with Rachi. He also didn't owe the dancer any explanation about who he was going to be kissing or sleeping with. It wasn't Rachi's business.

The worst thing that Rachi was coming to realise however, was that he was getting himself deeply involved in Aisoon's life. His decision to free himself of attachments was made after years of searching for something he didn't think existed for him anymore, yet here he was stewing in jealousy. He didn't have any issue with escorting as a job - he was thankful for the service, for the anonymity, for the fun, and was fully supportive of it as a career choice - but he did have a problem that he was currently feeling possessive over a person whose job featured catering to multiple people at a time. Rachi had to wonder if it wouldn't have been so bad if Aisoon hadn't hunted him down after that first time, because really, that's what had set the ball in motion. Rachi would have been content - eventually - to never see Aisoon again after they had slept together on that fateful night. But now that they had done so multiple times - now that Rachi was becoming reliant on Aisoon for his pleasure - it was becoming a problem.

Seeing Aisoon kiss that bitch earlier hadn't helped. It stoked the fire of his jealousy, making his mind made up about the fact that he needed to make that man exclusively his, otherwise he'd lose him forever. And Rachi knew that was selfish of him, and was most likely going to be the reason Aisoon stopped interacting with him entirely. He was trying to have his cake and eat it too, all while vehemently rejecting the idea of getting entangled in an attachment again, and while refusing to acknowledge whatever Aisoon was feeling. Nobody was winning in this battle of attrition.

So, Rachi told Aisoon what he thought, watching as the man's face shifted into one of confusion. It was a bad idea for Rachi to be bringing this up while Aisoon was drunk, but he hoped that it would work in his favour too. Technically it was... taking advantage, wasn't it? Aisoon's real feelings may not be apparent because he might not be able to voice them coherently in his state, but Rachi just kept wondering to himself that if he didn't say anything now, when else would he get a chance to? Aisoon made it clear that he could keep his distance from Rachi by not contacting him, and there was no guarantee that he'd stumble his way to the dancer's apartment building if that happened again.

"Excuse me? Who - who did I kiss? Oh, P'Lani?"

While Rachi was not happy about hearing that bitch's name, he felt a smug satisfaction when Aisoon tightened his hold around him, not even remembering that he had made out with that woman downstairs. Was Rachi that infatuating that he could make Aisoon forget that he had kissed her? The drunkenness might be a factor as well, but Rachi recalled how Aisoon's friend immediately called for him and not Lani to take Aisoon up into the building too. That meant that even if Aisoon had been intentionally avoiding him, some part of his brain was occupied by Rachi.

Rachi continued to pepper the man with kisses before feeling Aisoon hold onto his wrists and lightly push him away. For a brief moment, Rachi thought he'd be pushed off entirely - instead, Aisoon kept him there, and spoke.

"You want to possess me... Not allow me to sleep with anybody else but... How about you? Will you follow your own demands? What if I tell you that I don't want any compettion either... That you only reserve your body for me... Would you agree to that?"

Rachi swallowed, conscious of how Aisoon was now holding him by the back of the neck, keeping him in place and forcing the dancer to look only at him. Rachi's attention was occupied by Aisoon's kiss-swollen lips, his unfocussed his eyes, and the micro-expressions that played across his features, a part of him that Rachi was still trying to decipher. This was, Rachi believed, the first time he had heard Aisoon voice his desires, and it stirred about more conflict within him. The idea of being possessed or owned by another person had him wanting to flee, not willing to risk falling into another bad relationship - yet here Rachi was opening that can of worms to begin with by echoing the same sentiments earlier.

"Hmmm, would you actually be able to resist me? Even without a contract?"

Rachi bit his tongue, not wanting to say anything more. The answer was yes - that contract was a way for him to get what he wanted without putting himself in a vulnerable position, but Aisoon didn't need to know that.

He held onto Aisoon when it appeared the man was about to carry him, his arms wrapping around the escort's shoulders as he stumbled his way towards Rachi's bedroom. He remembered where it was, gently placing Rachi on the mattress before groaning and falling onto the bed himself too.

"Hmmm, I'd give you a free pass tonight... Just - keep the lights on... I wanna see you..."

"You... you're drunk," Rachi swallowed, his eyes sweeping over Aisoon's form on the bed, feeling his heart race in his chest as he mentally undressed the man in his head. "You should just sleep..."

And Rachi should just let him sleep. But then Aisoon reached out for him, almost desperate, calling out his name and-

Fuck, Rachi was usually the drunk. He was usually on the opposite side, clumsily trying to get himself fucked even if he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings. He had been taken advantage of by Aisoon too, but he had liked that because for some reason, he felt like he could trust the man not to take it too far while he was incoherent. Did he... have that same trust in Rachi? Because Rachi was just going to let him sleep off his drunkenness, but now, hearing him call out his name and tell him to do whatever he wanted...

It was tempting as the apple had been to Eve...

Rachi shifted onto his knees on the bed, crawling towards Aisoon's body. "You know, I'm taking advantage of you right now," Rachi told him, slinking one leg over Aisoon's body and straddling his lower half, fingers slipping into the man's shirt. The pads brushed against his skin as they slowly drew his shirt up, exposing his stomach and running along those rippling muscles that Rachi had missed so much. "But I only think it's fair, since you've done the same to me too. Consider this payback."

Rachi bent down, kissing the exposed part of Aisoon's stomach before trailing his fingers down to the hem of the man's pants. He unbuttoned them, opening up the fly just enough to expose his underwear. The Pavlovian response to drool kicked in, and Rachi licked his lips as he bent down again to this time kiss the other's member through his underwear. He mouthed at the fabric, dragging his teeth along the hidden length, all while continuing to shimmy the man's pants down to his thighs. Rachi's hands settled on the meat of Aisoon's thighs as he nipped through the fabric, using tongue to apply pressure against his clothed cock to get it nice and hard for him.

God, what was wrong with Rachi? He asked himself that so frequently since meeting Aisoon. He had never before been so desperate for someone to want him as much as he wanted them, the carnal desire almost overwhelming whenever he was in proximity to the man. Even just a thought of Aisoon could have him hardening in his pants in an instant, which was not a normal response for Rachi. Was that why he found it so hard to look into the other's eyes? Because his weaknesses were threatening to spill out of the cracks of his poorly mended broken heart? Because he was even thinking about his heart at all when he knew he shouldn't? Was he feeling bad about giving Aisoon hope in what Rachi had already deemed a hopeless situation?

Aisoon finished drinking, and Rachi set the cup down on the table beside the couch. His finger automatically reached up to cradle Aisoon's face, curling around his chin while his thumb swiped away at the droplets of water that had escaped from his mouth.

“What do you want from me?”

Rachi paused, swallowing thickly, his thumb lingering on the other's face. What did he want from Aisoon? Had Rachi been asked this question a few weeks ago, he'd automatically answer "body" or "dick"; but that show of possessiveness and jealousy he just demonstrated in front of that woman spoke indicated that that wasn't the case anymore. Rachi did not want a relationship - he had convinced himself long ago that he wasn't built for them, that he was better off alone and having fun in the way he wanted, by drinking his nights away and sleeping with strangers until he couldn't feel the sadness of his past anymore. And yet, despite this belief, Rachi had absolutely no explanations for his reaction from earlier. How as he going to excuse the way he had gotten so upset about almost losing something he didn't even own in the first place and still tell the man in question that all he wanted was sex? How could he ever come back from admitting to Aisoon that he wanted him, and not just the parts attached to him?

Something wasn't right. This was heading into very dangerous territory for Rachi, and even though he was in his own apartment all he wanted to do was run the fuck away from it all.

"I told you what I want from you." Rachi ended up saying, leaving it at that, his hand slipping away from Aisoon's face and resting in his lap. The walls that had slipped up just a little, the ones that had shown his vulnerability when had kissed the man in the elevator like a lover instead of a fuck-buddy went right back up again with those uttered words. He knew that was an assholish thing to say, but what else was he going to do? Admit anything else and risk falling into a trap he had sworn himself to be careful of? Hell no.

The question was, how was Aisoon going to respond to that? He had cut off contact with Rachi for two weeks the last time Rachi tried something like this, and that had been agonising. The usually confident Rachi found himself in a position of uncertainty that was totally unlike him. If Aisoon tried that again, Rachi truly didn't know what else he could do. He had already offered Aisoon his body, his mouth, his ass, anything the other wanted, but that hadn't seemed to work...

“You want me to continue working for you? Want me to service you whenever you want? Is that it? I don’t think you can afford me. I’m pretty popular…”

A small wince appeared on Rachi's face. Even though he knew what he had asked of Aisoon was selfish, hearing it spoken like that was like a smack in the face. Is that the reason why Aisoon hadn't contacted him? Was it because the way Rachi had spoken to him made it seem as though he was talking about an object and not a human being? Rachi never considered that until now, when Aisoon had asked him in such an accusatory way...

And then Aisoon asked him something that Rachi truly didn't know how to respond with.

“What do you have to offer?”

Rachi glanced back up at the drunken man on the couch, finally meeting his eyes. A shiver ran up Rachi's spine, not able to decipher the expression on Aisoon's handsome face. Was he annoyed at him? Mad? Was he going to leave and never speak to him again?

"I..." Rachi started to say. Words, however, got caught in his throat. He himself didn't quite know how to answer, because he had offered Aisoon what he thought would be most desired, his body, but that been rejected. He couldn't offer a relationship, because it would against everything that he believed in for himself. And money clearly wasn't cutting it, because Rachi suspected when Aisoon said he couldn't afford him, he wasn't really talking about cash anyway.

So... what now?

Rachi didn't even realise he was faltering, staring at Aisoon with his mouth slightly open, unable to finish a sentence. All of a sudden, the self-worth he had built himself up was gone out the window. He remembered his exes, how he had given all of himself to them, and how that hadn't been good enough. He was still cheated on, broken up with, had his heart stepped on. Nothing had been enough to give to them to stop that from happening.

Rachi hadn't been enough.

He opened his eyes and stared at the man who hadn’t said anything in a while. It was unlike Rachi to be speechless but he wasn’t reading too much into it. Maybe the man was just thinking of reasons to spew on him; some enticing bs to convince him to reconsider and accept the other’s  offer… His time and body for what exactly? There was truly nothing that the other could give him but money…  And with his premise being an escort that should be enough to convince him to agree. What escort would not want to get paid for doing his job? If he was a real whore, that’s how he would think…

But he never wanted money from Rachi even from the very beginning. He was curious and wanted to sleep with the man and eventually fell for the other’s trap. He’d been obsessed since then. Of course he’d get to have Rachi’s body over and over if he agreed to the man’s crazy idea, the main reason why he kept coming back in the first place but he realized he wanted more than just casually having sex with Rachi. He had to process the fact that it was also his fault they were in this situation to begin with. He never corrected Rachi that he  wasn’t an escort. But then Rachi’s rule of not sleeping with the same hook up twice sort of, in a way, made him stick with the initial assumption that he sold sex for money. So he’d have a reason to keep looking for Rachi, his “bank”, his “client.” Otherwise, he’d just be another person seemingly acting possessive, clingy. He scoffed at the thought. He was accused by his ex-fiancee that he wasn’t clingy enough, that he didn’t pay enough attention… What an irony. 

"I..." 

Rachi finally made somewhat of a noise after what seemed like hours of silence. The short response pulled Aisoon from his own thoughts. Rachi was taking his time, perhaps playing the coy client although he knew well there was nothing coy about the man that stared back at him. Even when Rachi appeared - confused, lost? - Aisoon didn’t buy it. Was he to make the decision for the man?

“Come here,” he said, pulling the man onto his lap, wearing the same cold expression he’d worn during their bathroom encounter weeks ago. “You like the way I make you cum?” He then asked, locking his eyes with the man. “You want me to keep doing it,” his eyes flicker to the man’s lips. Any other time he would’ve been hypnotized into submission but he was holding onto his self control and it wasn’t easy… “And you wanna keep paying me for it… So, I serve only you but you -” His eyes moved back to Rachi’s face as his hands ran down the man’s back… He didn’t finish what he wanted to say but the thought persisted in his head. Rachi would be Rachi, right? Everything will remain the same, the man gets to play with whomever while he would be binded by a contract through his “profession” to only satisfy one client…

“Why disrupt how things are going? I can see you and my other clients, too… I’d make sure you’re satisfied. No need to worry about what’s happening outside what business we have with each other,” he said with a stern tone. He wanted to see if Rachi would accept HIS proposal or insist on being selfish. Oh, he liked the idea of being selfish because he wanted Rachi all to himself. He wanted the man to just know his body. He wanted to be the only person to hear the sounds the man made in bed but - 

But he also wanted Rachi to admit the reason why the demand to just keep sleeping with the man and not with other clients. There could be numerous reasons for that. Safety could be one. Possessiveness which he often felt when he was with Rachi. But would the man admit to being jealous? Most likely not. Rachi pointed out many times that he was just an escort and that meant the man never saw them as equal. What was there to be jealous about?

“If you can’t deal with that,” he said, still feeling the strong effects of the alcohol he’d consumed, “Then you can always find another escort to play with, right?” He was a lot calmer than the last time. Maybe because he was drunk. Or perhaps, it was also Rachi’s presence, the warmth the other provided while they sat close to each other. 

It - probably didn’t make sense, how things were working in his brain. Baiting Rachi into a fake situation with his fake job. And what would he do if Rachi accepted? Well, it would only mean one thing, he’d always been right with his assumption that he was just a body to the man. It didn't matter if he slept with others because it didn't, wouldn't bother Rachi. The "exclusive" part of Rachi's proposal was just for the thrill of it... As long as his job was done and Rachi was satisfied, there's shouldn't be an issue. And - that had always been the case after his every encounter with Rachi. They parted ways with not much of word. He got off and the man got off... That was about it. So, in that case… In that case, should he take what he could get or play the game and give Rachi a taste of his own medicine. How would that even work if Rachi didn’t care and just wanted to get properly fucked?

The man was staring at him so intensely, too, as Rachi tried to process the other's words from earlier. What an awful rift between them, in the silence of Rachi's apartment - but isn't that what the dancer had wanted in the first place? Distance, so that they wouldn't be at risk of getting more involved in each other's lives? He should be fine then to answer the escort, to set those boundaries he had followed religiously since he last break-up - but the thought of Aisoon ghosting him and of Rachi never seeing that handsome face and gorgeous body or hearing that rumbling voice again... Rachi didn't want that.

It left them at an impasse that they both stubbornly were trying to claw their way out from, but neither were succeeding.

“Come here.”

Rachi felt Aisoon's powerful arms pull him towards his body, his face still eerily cold. Rachi straddled him, legs on either side of the man while Aisoon ran his hands down Rachi's back. They were face-to-face, like this - no more hiding.

“You like the way I make you cum?”

Rachi sucked in a breath. Shouldn't Aisoon know that by now so that he didn't have to say it? Of course he liked it. He more than liked it. That's why even though Rachi had been bothered about breaking his "no sleeping with someone more than once rule", he was able to let it slide. "What kind of question is that?" Rachi mumbled, continuing to act nonchalant despite the fact just thinking about Aisoon had the various ways the man had made him cum before had his heart pounding in his chest.

“You want me to keep doing it, and you wanna keep paying me for it… So, I serve only you but you -”

Rachi waited for Aisoon to finish his sentence - but the man never did. His immediate reaction was to say yes - that's exactly what he wanted. Securing Aisoon and his dick so that nobody else could touch him. Men and women - like that bitch a few floors down - wouldn't be allowed to touch what Rachi deemed was his, especially because he was paying for it. It worked out for everyone - Aisoon would get a steady income, probably better than what his job would give him, and then Rachi could get fucked by someone he wanted to explore his deepest desires with whenever he wanted.

So why hadn't Aisoon accepted, when Rachi brought it up the first time? Why was he still not accepting now, when it worked in his favour in so many ways?

Rachi got his answer very shortly after.

“Why disrupt how things are going? I can see you and my other clients, too… I’d make sure you’re satisfied. No need to worry about what’s happening outside what business we have with each other. If you can’t deal with that, then you can always find another escort to play with, right?”

Rachi felt his mouth go dry, the rejection staring at him in the face. Not only was he not good enough for his past relationships, he wasn't good enough for an escort either. Aisoon had asked him what he could offer, and Rachi was willing to give so much of himself up for the prospect of making his contract worked - but it appeared that the man's mind had been made long ago, and the question had just been for show.

What a fool, Rachi was. Putting himself out there in a way that might make him vulnerable even though he knew he shouldn't. A lesson he had learned in the past, yet still couldn't put into practice. It might not be Aisoon's intention to make him feel so worthless, but fuck if it didn't sting.

The worst part was that even though Rachi knew that Aisoon didn't want to be tied down to him, Rachi was still desperate to find a way to make it happen.

Rachi was a selfish, selfish man, wasn't he?

"You-" Rachi started saying, swallowing the lump in his throat. Why didn't Aisoon tell him earlier that he felt that way? Rachi had had hope that his proposal would be accepted, or at the very least it would be considered, but it turns out he had just been an afterthought this entire time. He wished that Aisoon had contacted him to tell him, earlier. Because Rachi felt like a fool right now, blind-sided, embarrassed to have been holding out on something that would never happen in the first place.

Aisoon didn't wait for Rachi to respond, nuzzling into his neck and then bringing their lips together, all with gentle and caring touches that were so contrasting to the words he had spoken earlier. Rach's hands fell flat against Aisoon's chest, ready to push the man away and end it for good since he wasn't going to get what he wanted out of him - but fuck, he liked kissing Aisoon. Kissing him in the elevator hadn't been enough, and now he was getting a taste of him again. Usually when they found themselves entangled like this, it would be intensely desperate - Rachi would be left panting, lips tingling from being bitten, mouth red and swollen from how hardly Aisoon had claimed his mouth. But like the kiss he gave the escort in the elevator, this one was different. Soft, gentle, slow. Rachi could feel even the slightest of movements, his fingers curling into the escort's chest as his eyes slipped shut to return his kisses. Aisoon's calloused hands - smelling like the earth and nature - held him so tenderly by the head, almost as though Rachi were a precious lover rather than a client. Rachi made a small happy noise from the back of his throat when Aisoon's tongue slipped inside of his mouth, which he willingly parted, allowing it to explore every crevice. His own tongue licked up against Aisoon's, curling around it and keeping their lips locked together in their deep and passionate kiss.

They spent so long on that couch, but time passed by so slowly. Maybe because it was intimate in a different kind of way than they were used to - and Rachi was enjoying every moment. Yet, as they kissed, Rachi's mind wandered. It wandered to how even though Aisoon was clearly enjoying this, he still didn't want Rachi in the way Rachi wanted him to. That even though Aisoon had called out his name, he had been staring at that bitch's tits and kissing her instead of him first. How he had almost, almost, walked down the corridor to her apartment instead of stay in the elevator to go up to Rachi's.

It filled Rachi with utter jealousy.

Rachi made another noise, this time lightly pushing Aisoon's chest so that they could break their kiss. Rachi was clearly affected by it - his lips were pink and plump, shiny with saliva, eyes half-lidded as they stared at the escort - but he had to hold it together, to say his piece. He hadn't answered before because Aisoon hadn't let him - he had kissed him instead. But Rachi couldn't forget what the man wanted, and if Aisoon was going to insist that they remain how they were then he had to let his opinion be known, too.

"If you want to see me," Rachi started saying, his voice slightly breathless. "Then you can't see anyone else. Especially her. Seeing you kiss her... I didn't like it." The dancer's jaw set, his eyes flashing with anger for a moment. He took a breath, to calm himself down, before continuing. "I don't want anyone else to be with you the way I get to be. If they want to look at you, that's fine. But they don't get to touch you."

Slowly, Rachi trailed his hand up Aisoon's chest, cupping the man's face and holding it gently. He leaned forward, kissing him softly on the lips for a moment. He barely pulled back, just enough so that he could speak to the man in between soft pecks. There were no more tricks he could use. His body wasn't enough. His money wasn't enough. Maybe even his true feelings wouldn't be enough - but he had to speak them, He had to try and put himself out there, otherwise he'd never get an answer.

He couldn't believe that he had almost given up. That he had let that woman kiss Aisoon, that his grip had loosened around the man's arm, that he was so close to pushing the two of them out of the elevator so they could have their merry way with each other. But giving up wasn't Rachi's nature - when he wanted something, he got it, even if it meant he'd have to fight tooth and nail. And that's exactly what he was doing when it came to Aisoon.

And if there was one thing Rachi knew how to do, it was charm a man with his body.

He held Aisoon gently, slowing down the pace, giving the man a taste of one facet of Rachi's many talents when it came to being with a partner. It was intentionally slower than usual, passionate, deep, as if he was trying to erase remnants of that other bitch's kiss. He used his tongue lick the inside of the man's mouth, rubbing it against Aisoon's, sliding it across his teeth and cheeks. And when he felt Aisoon begin to break, having been lured to his sweet honeyed trap, he started to let go, waiting for nature to take its course - and it did, in the form of Aisoon stepping away from the woman and the elevator door, a hand threaded behind the back of Rachi's head, where Rachi felt like it belonged.

Aisoon's hands ran down Rachi's back, drawing a shiver to run up the escort's spine. He took it as a good sign that even though Aisoon was drunk and stone-faced, the man still kept him close. Even better was how Aisoon didn't seem to pay that woman any mind, as the elevator doors began to close.

Rachi nuzzled into Aisoon's face, letting it slip that he missed him. Was that a mistake? Should he not have said that? Perhaps, but Rachi was willing to chance that maybe Aisoon wouldn't remember in the morning.

Besides, did he really miss Aisoon? Or was it his cock he missed? His body? The way he held him, the way he fucked him, the way he massaged his feet. That's what Rachi told himself he missed, as he pressed little kisses against Aisoon's jaw. The man made a pained noise, almost a groan, but Rachi didn't stop, his mouth working its way down to the man's neck, nibbling the side gently. His body stirred awake, easily aroused after over two weeks without Aisoon. Rachi had used his hand, used his toys, gotten himself off on his bed and in his shower with nothing but Aisoon filling his mind - but it was different now that the man was in front of him. His lips had been warm, tasting of alcohol, his body rock hard against Rachi's lithe one - it was no wonder that Rachi already started to feel his pants begin to tighten at the front, already anticipating what he and Aisoon could do tonight in his apartment...

“Huhh, you’re so cruel.”

Rachi was interrupted from kissing Aisoon when the man cupped his face, bringing it up to his own. It almost took Rachi's breath away, being so close like this to the escort - fuck, he was so hot. Rachi's gaze fluttered down, shining like diamonds to the mouth he had been kissing earlier, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips hungrily. He had held back on their kiss earlier, wanting to deliberately prove to both the woman and Aisoon that he knew how to play the man's body like a fiddle, but now he wanted to go all in - to attack Aisoon's mouth and claim his prize, bruise his lips so that everyone would know they belonged only to Rachi.

"Maybe," Rachi hummed in response, meeting Aisoon's gaze again. "And yet, you keep coming back to me, teerak." Rachi said, emphasising the last word, not breaking the eye contact as the elevator slowed to a stop with a ding at Rachi's floor. The mechanical door slid open, just as Aisoon had broken away to look for his phone.

“Hmmm, you can call Tino. I - Can’t remember his number but you can call him - Tell him to come pick me up… He’ll take me home. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Rachi smirked, raising a brow, allowing the drunken man to draw him out of the elevator. Funny - Aisoon was telling him to call someone to pick him up, yet had already started walking the corridor down to his condo. Aisoon didn't actually want to leave him, otherwise he would have turned his ass back into the elevator. That suited Rachi just fine, since he wasn't planning on letting Aisoon go anywhere tonight.

Aisoon, who was almost tumbling onto the floor. He stubbornly claimed he was fine, but the man was wasted, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. What an opposite turn of events - usually it was Rachi who was plastered to hell and stumbling his way bacj home.

"There's no need for me to call anyone, you're staying in my condo," Rachi said, holding onto Aisoon's arm and gently pulling him along, trying to make sure he didn't fall down. "Your friend who dropped you off here is probably gone by now, and there's no way in hell I'm letting you stay with that bitch you were kissing earlier." Rachi continued, some of his jealousy seeping out of him without him even realising it.

They thankfully made it to Rachi's condo without any more accidents, and the dancer punched in his door code, the very same one it had been since that fateful September night he had met Aisoon. When the door beeped the confirmation, Rachi helped guide Aisoon into his place, switching on the lights as he did and carefully having him sit on the couch.

How did he respond to that? Perhaps, there was no getting through Rachi and the earlier he accepted that, the better. Or maybe he already did, that day at the cafe’s restroom where they met. He’d always known where he stood in the man’s life, why was he surprised how the other reacted when he showed some type of emotion. He breathed out, washing his reddened face with his hand, stance still unstable but his mind, well, it was still foggy but he decided it had never been clearer when it came to Rachi.

He either needed to forget the man and move on or play the other’s game. He just had to stop - feeling when he dealt with the man… Catching a glimpse of Rachi as he told the man to call Tino [ although he couldn’t remember Tino’s number… ] 

"Maybe… And yet, you keep coming back to me, teerak." 

The man’s words rang in his ear, agreeing with what was said.

Yeah, he kept coming back because he was stupid. He was a damn fool for thinking somehow, he could make this man who he was obsessing with care about him. Oh, right, so, he was admitting that he was obsessed. He was really fucking drunk. 

"There's no need for me to call anyone, you're staying in my condo… Your friend who dropped you off here is probably gone by now, and there's no way in hell I'm letting you stay with that bitch you were kissing earlier." 

He heard Rachi then said, as he was guided towards the man’s apartment. Of course, the man had an ego the size of a planet. He’d want to win over P’Lani. Not that he was complaining about it, no. He had no intentions of hooking up with the woman although he thought of it, yes. To break free, to move on. 

He wasn’t sure how he managed to make it inside the man’s apartment, his shoes kicked off by the door and his large frame sliding down to settle on the couch… 

"Let me get you some water." 

He groaned; it wasn’t a proper response but he attempted to get up and asked himself what he was doing? He was going to try to leave the apartment? To be stubborn? Before he could decide which one, Rachi was back with the water, the man sitting next to him and encouraging him to drink. He wasn’t thirsty but opened his mouth as he stared at the man, drinking carefully from the glass of water. He took a few sips, some of the water dribbling from the sides of the glass’ mouth and onto his shirt. He hardly noticed it and he didn’t really care.

Once done, he sat there in silence, contemplating, then said, “What do you want from me?” It was an echo of the same sentiment he displayed during their cafe rendevouz. In the back of his head he was reminded that he wanted to come up here way before everything that happened earlier. He had this man in his head the entire time he refused to contact the other. All of those were true but, wasn’t he allowed to feel some time of the way he was treated?

Pull away or play the game?

He’d been in a somewhat same situation in the past. He thought he did the smart thing. Leave when he wasn’t wanted. He suffered a lot during those times yes but it was for the better.

He knew what to do, supposedly, in this situation now but the part of his brain, the one that didn’t make sense, told him he could handle it. He could turn off the obsession and the feeling. He could give Rachi that taste of his own medicine. Right?

God, what was wrong with Rachi? He asked himself that so frequently since meeting Aisoon. He had never before been so desperate for someone to want him as much as he wanted them, the carnal desire almost overwhelming whenever he was in proximity to the man. Even just a thought of Aisoon could have him hardening in his pants in an instant, which was not a normal response for Rachi. Was that why he found it so hard to look into the other's eyes? Because his weaknesses were threatening to spill out of the cracks of his poorly mended broken heart? Because he was even thinking about his heart at all when he knew he shouldn't? Was he feeling bad about giving Aisoon hope in what Rachi had already deemed a hopeless situation?

Aisoon finished drinking, and Rachi set the cup down on the table beside the couch. His finger automatically reached up to cradle Aisoon's face, curling around his chin while his thumb swiped away at the droplets of water that had escaped from his mouth.

“What do you want from me?”

Rachi paused, swallowing thickly, his thumb lingering on the other's face. What did he want from Aisoon? Had Rachi been asked this question a few weeks ago, he'd automatically answer "body" or "dick"; but that show of possessiveness and jealousy he just demonstrated in front of that woman spoke indicated that that wasn't the case anymore. Rachi did not want a relationship - he had convinced himself long ago that he wasn't built for them, that he was better off alone and having fun in the way he wanted, by drinking his nights away and sleeping with strangers until he couldn't feel the sadness of his past anymore. And yet, despite this belief, Rachi had absolutely no explanations for his reaction from earlier. How as he going to excuse the way he had gotten so upset about almost losing something he didn't even own in the first place and still tell the man in question that all he wanted was sex? How could he ever come back from admitting to Aisoon that he wanted him, and not just the parts attached to him?

Something wasn't right. This was heading into very dangerous territory for Rachi, and even though he was in his own apartment all he wanted to do was run the fuck away from it all.

"I told you what I want from you." Rachi ended up saying, leaving it at that, his hand slipping away from Aisoon's face and resting in his lap. The walls that had slipped up just a little, the ones that had shown his vulnerability when had kissed the man in the elevator like a lover instead of a fuck-buddy went right back up again with those uttered words. He knew that was an assholish thing to say, but what else was he going to do? Admit anything else and risk falling into a trap he had sworn himself to be careful of? Hell no.

The question was, how was Aisoon going to respond to that? He had cut off contact with Rachi for two weeks the last time Rachi tried something like this, and that had been agonising. The usually confident Rachi found himself in a position of uncertainty that was totally unlike him. If Aisoon tried that again, Rachi truly didn't know what else he could do. He had already offered Aisoon his body, his mouth, his ass, anything the other wanted, but that hadn't seemed to work...

“You want me to continue working for you? Want me to service you whenever you want? Is that it? I don’t think you can afford me. I’m pretty popular…”

A small wince appeared on Rachi's face. Even though he knew what he had asked of Aisoon was selfish, hearing it spoken like that was like a smack in the face. Is that the reason why Aisoon hadn't contacted him? Was it because the way Rachi had spoken to him made it seem as though he was talking about an object and not a human being? Rachi never considered that until now, when Aisoon had asked him in such an accusatory way...

And then Aisoon asked him something that Rachi truly didn't know how to respond with.

“What do you have to offer?”

Rachi glanced back up at the drunken man on the couch, finally meeting his eyes. A shiver ran up Rachi's spine, not able to decipher the expression on Aisoon's handsome face. Was he annoyed at him? Mad? Was he going to leave and never speak to him again?

"I..." Rachi started to say. Words, however, got caught in his throat. He himself didn't quite know how to answer, because he had offered Aisoon what he thought would be most desired, his body, but that been rejected. He couldn't offer a relationship, because it would against everything that he believed in for himself. And money clearly wasn't cutting it, because Rachi suspected when Aisoon said he couldn't afford him, he wasn't really talking about cash anyway.

So... what now?

Rachi didn't even realise he was faltering, staring at Aisoon with his mouth slightly open, unable to finish a sentence. All of a sudden, the self-worth he had built himself up was gone out the window. He remembered his exes, how he had given all of himself to them, and how that hadn't been good enough. He was still cheated on, broken up with, had his heart stepped on. Nothing had been enough to give to them to stop that from happening.

Rachi hadn't been enough.

And why, why, was Rachi so upset? Aisoon was just an escort. Rachi had told himself time and time again that this man was just an escort, he could find another one, a better one even if he looked hard enough right? Except deep down, Rachi knew that that wasn't true. Nobody could compare to how Aisoon treated him - held him down, fucked him hard, kissed him rough, before tending to him like a queen, making sure he was alright, rubbing his feet, his back... It evoked feelings that Rachi didn't want to acknowledge, like feeling comfortable enough to allow himself to let go entirely, where he could enjoy being helpless, knowing that he was with a partner he trusted. Feelings that he was forced to face right now, as he watched Aisoon hesitate to even look at him, slipping between his fingers, attracted to the siren's call of a woman who was threatening to take Aisoon away from him entirely.

Rachi thought he had won when Aisoon pressed the number to his floor. He thought that that bitch would give up, seeing that even when drunk Aisoon knew what - who - he wanted. And Rachi was sure Aisoon would pick him, when it came down to a choice. And yet, here they were - suspended in a state of unknown, Aisoon in the middle of the elevator, holding the door open while being pulled from two different angles...

The woman seemed to like this. She was running her fingers through Aisoon's hair, luring him in with that charming smile and those huge breasts that were right in the escort's line of vision. And her seduction was working, especially when she stepped onto her tip-toes to press her lips against Aisoon's.

Rachi's heart was squeezed tightly in his chest as he watched the display, his own fingers loosening around where he held onto the escort's arm. The woman kissed him softly at first, but then it was very obvious that she was planning to change that soon. The kiss that they shared was much deeper - open-mouthed, controlled by the woman, who threaded her fingers in Aisoon's hair to keep him close, not allowing Rachi the chance of space to do anything other than witness this. He refused to acknowledge the tightness in his throat, watching the escort he had selfishly claimed kissed by another person. He refused to acknowledge the jealousy bubbling within him, making him want to scream and cry out in frustration.

P'Dan had warned him that Aisoon was bad news, but Rachi didn't think it would be like this.

The pain in his chest didn't ebb. It was only made worse when that woman's eyes slipped open, narrowed in victory, starring straight at Rachi while she kissed Aisoon.

Rachi should let him go. Physically and mentally, Rachi should separate himself from the man that was driving him crazy. It would be the smart thing to do. P'Dan would be happy, Rachi could go back to his old ways, and Aisoon wouldn't suffer anymore because of him. It was a winning situation for all.

But Rachi was never one to follow his brain. And when presented with a situation like this, it was hard to ignore the way his heart called to do something to win Aisoon back instead of lose him forever.

Acting on instinct, Rachi's arms tightened around Aisoon and he pulled him away. He watched as the woman frowned now, trying to chase Aisoon with her lips before they finally disconnected, leaving them free for Rachi instead. Rachi didn't even look at her - his focus was on Aisoon, on his kiss-swollen lips, on his unfocussed eyes, on the handsome face that Rachi dreamed about every night.

He was determined to leave this encounter with Aisoon by his side.

Tenderly cupping Aisoon's face, Rachi let out a shaky breath, drawing closer to the man. He knew what Aisoon wanted - he just had to remind Aisoon of it too.

Rachi pulled in for a kiss, replacing the woman's lips with his own, against the familiar, firm ones of Aisoon. Kissing Aisoon made it feel like all the broken pieces of his self were put together again. It felt right, and Rachi wondered if Aisoon felt that way too.

Usually when they kissed, it was a clash of teeth and tongue. This time, Rachi tried another approach - one that was reserved for when the both of them were in the midst of post-orgasmic bliss, sloppily kissing each other senseless, their tongues twisting in a dance of passion. He went slow, first, rewriting the imprint of the woman's lips across Aisoon's before tilting his head to the side and opening his mouth to deepen their kiss further. His eyes fluttered shut as a light moan escaped him, his tongue darting out slip into the other's mouth, licking every inch of the inside that he could find. God, he missed this. Missed his familiar scent of the soil and the sun, missed the way he kissed, missed that firm body beneath his - he missed Aisoon. And Rachi knew that it was dangerous for him to miss someone like this, but he couldn't help it. Aisoon had been his exception to every rule - and it didn't look like he was going to stop now.

As it usually did, their kiss became heated, Rachi's tongue twisting against Aisoon's and he tried to get the both of them lost in the pleasure. The elevator doors attempted to close again, but with Aisoon's body in-between they firmly remained open. Rachi pressed up against that body he loved to touch, feeling their chests and crotches connect, igniting within him that flame that always sparked whenever he was near the escort. If he didn't stop, he'd burn right here for anyone to see - and while he'd LOVE the satisfaction of seeing the woman lose right before his eyes, his priority was focussing on Aisoon, and guiding him towards making the right choice.

Aisoon didn’t have any expectations or perhaps he did - That Rachi wouldn’t want to be defeated and would do something drastic so he paid the man mind. Not that it wasn’t his intention to begin with. He declared earlier that he was there for the man. He purposely got his drunk ass out of his truck because he recognized the building and the apartments. That even though for weeks now he contained himself, prevented himself from making any contact. A few bottles of beer inside him and he was a weak ass crawling back to Rachi. He was pathetic. And he knew, whatever Rachi was planning to do right now to up-stage P’Lani, he would cave. Maybe not instantly but he knew, in the end, he would give in…

After a moment, he felt that tug and his body laxing and turning, pulling away from P’Lani’s kiss. It wasn’t that Rachi pulled him too hard; just the fact that Rachi was showing interest, he was hungrily seeking for it without even realizing it. By the time Rachi closed in on him, Aisoon was lost. P’Lani’s lips were soft and they tasted sweet but Rachi’s - They were full of intention and knew how to move along his. 

Surprisingly, there was not a lot of force in the kiss. No such intensity like the ones they shared whenever they encountered each other in the oddest places, resulting to them being half-naked, fucking each other’s brains out. No. This kiss was different. It was slow; Rachi set up a pace as if attempting to taste every corner of his mouth. The man did this for a moment and he felt himself slipping in, deeper, harder. And he almost wanted to fight it. What was happening? What was Rachi doing? When Rachi moaned in his mouth and pressed his body against his, Aisoon had forgotten P’Lani, he slowly stepped into the elevator, the hand that stopped the door from sliding close now held Rachi by the back of the head, firm with the touch, keeping Rachi in place as he responded to the kiss… 

He was backed up against the wall now, the woman just behind Rachi but he couldn’t see her face anymore. It was as if she was standing miles away. And then he heard it, the words Rachi said in a voice he rarely heard from the man -

"I missed you." 

The man nuzzled his face and his chest felt like it had just been pierced. His jaw clenched together, his hands ran down Rachi’s back, keeping the man close to him.

“Huhh,” he breathed out, the sound similar to a noise someone in pain would make, “You’re so cruel,” he said as he door to the elevator began to close. 

His body was so hot - no, warm, from the alcohol he consumed and his brain, foggy, but he knew who he was holding. He looked down at the man’s face and expected it to have a smug expression. He was in the elevator with Rachi. The man must be so happy that he won. And after this? What then? He cupped Rachi’s face, watching it intently as if he was studying it. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless towards him? Saying words he didn’t mean to get him to do things… But he was a fool to believe it in the first place even though he knew it was a life.

He couldn't believe that he had almost given up. That he had let that woman kiss Aisoon, that his grip had loosened around the man's arm, that he was so close to pushing the two of them out of the elevator so they could have their merry way with each other. But giving up wasn't Rachi's nature - when he wanted something, he got it, even if it meant he'd have to fight tooth and nail. And that's exactly what he was doing when it came to Aisoon.

And if there was one thing Rachi knew how to do, it was charm a man with his body.

He held Aisoon gently, slowing down the pace, giving the man a taste of one facet of Rachi's many talents when it came to being with a partner. It was intentionally slower than usual, passionate, deep, as if he was trying to erase remnants of that other bitch's kiss. He used his tongue lick the inside of the man's mouth, rubbing it against Aisoon's, sliding it across his teeth and cheeks. And when he felt Aisoon begin to break, having been lured to his sweet honeyed trap, he started to let go, waiting for nature to take its course - and it did, in the form of Aisoon stepping away from the woman and the elevator door, a hand threaded behind the back of Rachi's head, where Rachi felt like it belonged.

Aisoon's hands ran down Rachi's back, drawing a shiver to run up the escort's spine. He took it as a good sign that even though Aisoon was drunk and stone-faced, the man still kept him close. Even better was how Aisoon didn't seem to pay that woman any mind, as the elevator doors began to close.

Rachi nuzzled into Aisoon's face, letting it slip that he missed him. Was that a mistake? Should he not have said that? Perhaps, but Rachi was willing to chance that maybe Aisoon wouldn't remember in the morning.

Besides, did he really miss Aisoon? Or was it his cock he missed? His body? The way he held him, the way he fucked him, the way he massaged his feet. That's what Rachi told himself he missed, as he pressed little kisses against Aisoon's jaw. The man made a pained noise, almost a groan, but Rachi didn't stop, his mouth working its way down to the man's neck, nibbling the side gently. His body stirred awake, easily aroused after over two weeks without Aisoon. Rachi had used his hand, used his toys, gotten himself off on his bed and in his shower with nothing but Aisoon filling his mind - but it was different now that the man was in front of him. His lips had been warm, tasting of alcohol, his body rock hard against Rachi's lithe one - it was no wonder that Rachi already started to feel his pants begin to tighten at the front, already anticipating what he and Aisoon could do tonight in his apartment...

“Huhh, you’re so cruel.”

Rachi was interrupted from kissing Aisoon when the man cupped his face, bringing it up to his own. It almost took Rachi's breath away, being so close like this to the escort - fuck, he was so hot. Rachi's gaze fluttered down, shining like diamonds to the mouth he had been kissing earlier, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips hungrily. He had held back on their kiss earlier, wanting to deliberately prove to both the woman and Aisoon that he knew how to play the man's body like a fiddle, but now he wanted to go all in - to attack Aisoon's mouth and claim his prize, bruise his lips so that everyone would know they belonged only to Rachi.

"Maybe," Rachi hummed in response, meeting Aisoon's gaze again. "And yet, you keep coming back to me, teerak." Rachi said, emphasising the last word, not breaking the eye contact as the elevator slowed to a stop with a ding at Rachi's floor. The mechanical door slid open, just as Aisoon had broken away to look for his phone.

“Hmmm, you can call Tino. I - Can’t remember his number but you can call him - Tell him to come pick me up… He’ll take me home. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Rachi smirked, raising a brow, allowing the drunken man to draw him out of the elevator. Funny - Aisoon was telling him to call someone to pick him up, yet had already started walking the corridor down to his condo. Aisoon didn't actually want to leave him, otherwise he would have turned his ass back into the elevator. That suited Rachi just fine, since he wasn't planning on letting Aisoon go anywhere tonight.

Aisoon, who was almost tumbling onto the floor. He stubbornly claimed he was fine, but the man was wasted, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. What an opposite turn of events - usually it was Rachi who was plastered to hell and stumbling his way bacj home.

"There's no need for me to call anyone, you're staying in my condo," Rachi said, holding onto Aisoon's arm and gently pulling him along, trying to make sure he didn't fall down. "Your friend who dropped you off here is probably gone by now, and there's no way in hell I'm letting you stay with that bitch you were kissing earlier." Rachi continued, some of his jealousy seeping out of him without him even realising it.

They thankfully made it to Rachi's condo without any more accidents, and the dancer punched in his door code, the very same one it had been since that fateful September night he had met Aisoon. When the door beeped the confirmation, Rachi helped guide Aisoon into his place, switching on the lights as he did and carefully having him sit on the couch.