Chapter 19
Niran
When I woke on Halloween, Bento was passed out beside me on his back, his lips parted just the slightest bit as he snored.
Lifting myself to rest on my elbow, I tracked my eyes over his face.
In sleep, Bento looked calm and serene. He wasn’t trying to live up to my expectations, and he wasn’t trying to impress Rico.
He wasn’t worried about saying the wrong thing to Anurak and making the poor boy burst into tears.
When Bento slept, he was able to just be.
And while he was already a damn good-looking man when he was awake, seeing him so at peace was almost breathtaking.
His breathing pattern changed, and his eyelids slowly slid open. Turning his head, he let his eyes meet mine, arching a brow at me. “You’re such a creep,” he rasped, his voice still thick and heavy with sleep.
“Just admiring what belongs to me,” I told him. A stupid grin tilted his lips, and I chuckled, unable to help myself. He got happy over the simplest things. It was one of the things I adored about him.
“You’re so corny,” he groaned, then stretched his good arm over his head before wincing. “Why are you up so early?”
“Why are you?” I retorted. I actually thought the pain pills would’ve kept him knocked out half the day since he’d taken them so late last night.
He huffed in annoyance. “Because I could feel someone staring at me, and it was disturbing my sleep.” I reached out and lightly thumped his nose. He smacked at my hand, shooting me an annoyed look. “Again, Niran, why are you up so early?”
“Because I have things to do,” I reminded him. “Like taking care of the two men down in the basement. You were the one who suggested we should deal with them on Halloween for the irony of it.”
He grunted and threw his good arm over his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d be up at this ungodly fucking hour though.”
Reaching up, I moved his arm, laying it across his abdomen gently so as not to hurt him.
I knew his torso was still tender and bruised.
Without pain meds, it was still hard for him to do something as simple as breathe.
I couldn’t wait to do the same to those assholes currently residing in the basement.
I wanted them to suffer for what they’d done to Bento.
“I’m always up early.” He grunted. “Been doing this for years. My body is now on an automatic time clock.”
“I’ll never get used to getting up early,” he groaned. “Ten years of doing this shit, and I still sleep in every fucking chance I get.”
That he did. Bento had never gotten used to having to get up early. Each morning, he had an energy drink and a cup of coffee, and even then, that only woke his ass up about halfway.
“I let Rico know of our plan yesterday. He’d like to meet with us this morning before we head downstairs with Alfonzo.
Pretty sure he has some questions he’d like answered, but he’s not going to leave Anurak alone with two men that wanted to kidnap him in the house, even if they are tied up and behind a reinforced door.
” A door that required both an eye scan and a fingerprint scan to get in and out of. Very few had access to the basement.
Bento lifted his arm and grabbed the back of my neck, tugging me closer with a small grunt of discomfort. My cock immediately thickened when I saw the heat in his eyes.
“I’ll be more cooperative if you deal with this,” he murmured, releasing me so he could push the blankets down. His dick was hard and standing at attention, tenting his boxer briefs.
I smirked at him. “Your sass knows no bounds.”
“None,” he agreed with a cheeky grin.
I huffed. “You better be glad I’m obsessed with you, kon-dii,” I growled before leaning in to kiss him.
He moaned and opened his lips beneath mine immediately.
Neither of us had brushed our teeth yet, but I didn’t give a fuck about his morning breath.
I licked into his mouth, groaning low in my throat.
My hand slid down his torso, my fingers sliding through his happy trail until I reached the base of his cock.
He whimpered when I circled my hand around him. Reaching down, I slid my own boxer briefs down just enough that my cock sprang free as well, and then, I moved on top of him, being careful to keep my weight off of him.
When I slotted our cocks together in my fist and spit on them, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Leaning down, I kissed him again, my tongue gliding along his in an erotic dance.
My hips slowly began to move, fucking us into my fist, and he gasped, his hips jerking up to meet me thrust for thrust as best as he could with the pain no doubt rolling through his abdomen.
“Niran…” he moaned against my lips. “I’m gonna—”
“Come for me, kon-dii,” I rumbled against his lips.
With the neediest, most desperate whimper I’d ever heard in my life—better than any porn star could hope to be—he came, his cum painting my fist and his belly. I followed him over the edge, groaning into his mouth as my cum mixed with his.
“Now that… is a way to start the day,” Bento panted as I rolled to the side so I could relax without crushing him or hurting him more.
I hummed and pressed a kiss to his bicep because he was right. That was a good way to start the day.