Undone

by lykwestie

Summary:

“Welcome, Khun Kritdanai.” Mok’s voice is steady, almost robotic. He lets out every word carefully with manufactured confidence, praying to whoever was listening to help him maintain his composure.

Rome tilts his head, smiling up at him. His eyes are playful, but full of something so overwhelmingly sweet Mok can’t help but look away. Rome knows him, and knows him well. Well enough to know one simple smile is all it takes to shatter the wall Mok has so carefully built around himself for years.

Mok’s gaze only returns to the other man at the sound of his velvet-like voice. “I missed you so much.”

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My version of Romemok's first meeting after almost three years apart.

Notes:

i know everyone and their mothers are writing about romemok reuniting but i couldn't get them out of my head so i had to do it myself. i've read the novel so i got inspired by that and their 15 second scene in me and thee. anyway, i hope you enjoy!

Standing outside the Arseni residence, Mok finds himself feeling too stiff, his back in a perfectly straight line and his shoulders shooting upwards, almost painfully rigid. He tries to shake off that heavy, burning weight in his chest, but he knows it’s all pointless. Nothing can help his heart beat at a normal pace, not when the black van of the Arseni family parks just inches away from his feet, and the youngest heir of the mafia family steps out in what seems like slow motion in Mok’s eyes.

Mok feels his legs go a little weak when Rome’s eyes immediately meet his. A spark goes off between them: familiar, warm and undeniably electric. Mok shifts slightly, pressing the soles of his shoes into the asphalt to stand firm on his feet, before forcing himself to speak.

“Welcome, Khun Kritdanai.” Mok’s voice is steady, almost robotic. He lets out every word carefully with manufactured confidence, praying to whoever was listening to help him maintain his composure.

Rome tilts his head, smiling up at him. His eyes are playful, but full of something so overwhelmingly sweet Mok can’t help but look away. Rome knows him, and knows him well. Well enough to know one simple smile is all it takes to shatter the wall Mok has so carefully built around himself for years.

Mok’s gaze only returns to the other man at the sound of his velvet-like voice. “I missed you so much.” Rome’s tone is soft, and so dangerously comforting, that Mok feels his act crumbling down.

The warmth he had so desperately craved was at arm’s length for the first time in what seemed like centuries. One step forward, and it will finally be his. One step forward, and the constant, tight, silent ache in his heart he had grown used to would vanish after all this time. One step forward, and the façade he had worked so hard for would also come to an end.

“I’ve made a reservation for you and Khun Thee to have dinner.” Mok’s voice remains unwavering, perfectly playing into the role he was urgently holding onto. “Boss is currently handling business, but he’ll meet you at the restaurant as soon as you’re ready.”

Rome’s smile grows bigger, completely unaffected with Mok’s cold demeanor. “You still call my brother ‘boss’ even when there aren’t other people around?”

“It’d be unprofessional to call him anything else, Khun Kris.”

“I’ve told you a thousand times, don’t call me that.” Rome took one slow, deliberate step forward, closing the small, painful distance between them.

Mok’s eyes widened a fraction at the bold movement from the mafia heir. His eyes snap up to the guards standing behind Rome, looking for any kind of judgment or disapproval. What he found was nothing but raw, unbothered disinterest. He clears his throat before turning on his heels and walking up the stairs. He hears a low, teasing laugh, a sound so familiar Mok doesn’t have to turn his head to know who would find Mok’s disguised panic so amusing.

“Khun Kris should change before we leave.” Mok reaches for the doorknob with trembling hands. He steps in the residence and moves to the side, holding the door open for Rome. “We should hurry, boss must be on his way.”

Rome’s steps are slow, almost unhurried, as if he owns every second of Mok's time. His whole body turns towards Mok as soon as he enters the mansion. Mok watches Rome as he shoots a silent, authoritative look at the guards who were walking behind him, making them stop dead in their tracks. Rome stares back at him, brown eyes fixated on Mok’s face. Mok can’t help but feel he has walked into the lion’s den when Rome’s fingers slide up the edge of the door before pushing it closed.

“P’Kian can wait.” They lock eyes, and Mok knows he’s done for. He’s completely helpless at the youngest mafia heir’s mercy. “Did you submit your seven day leave like I said?” Rome steps closer as he speaks, voice low and measured. Mok’s shivers with the radiant heat the other man exudes. He nods slowly, eyes still fixated on Rome’s. “Did it get approved?”

“Yes, Khun Kris. Khun Thee signed it two days ago.”

Mok sees a flash of Rome’s pleased smile before his expression suddenly turns sour. They are so close now that Mok can see how soft lines form in his forehead as he frowns.

“Mok.” Rome’s tone has become high pitched, almost whiny. His lower lip sticks out just barely, making him look much younger. It reminds him of earlier years, when they were sixteen and naive. Mok goes back to the moment they met, and realizes how truly young they were, and how little faith in life he had back then. Never in a million years did he imagine he would ever find someone to love as much as he loves Rome. “Do you not love me anymore?”

It’s Mok’s turn to laugh. He lets out a short, breathy chuckle, bright eyes searching for Rome’s sad gaze. Mok feels his heart surge in his chest, a powerful reminder of how intensely alive Rome makes him feel. His hands lift like they have a mind of their own, sliding up Rome’s arms in a sign of comfort. “I’m sorry, Khun Rome. It’s hard for me to log off work mode, you know that.”

Rome beams at Mok’s words. Using their new proximity to his advantage, Rome snakes his arms around the bodyguard’s waist, pulling them chest-to-chest. Mok’s entire body relaxes completely against his own will, tightening his grip on Rome’s biceps. Rome’s build has become stronger over the years, leaving behind any trace of that skinny boy Mok once knew. He thinks Rome must be thinking the same thing; noticing how Mok’s shoulders have become broader, how his back has grown bigger. Mok gets an ugly, burning feeling at the pit of his stomach, and he suddenly feels nauseous. He lets himself be held for one desperate, costly second, before he pushes back from Rome’s embrace.

“Now we really will be late, Khun Rome.” He takes a step back, and his monotone voice is back before he even realizes it. Rome’s gaze follows his movement, making Mok shift uncomfortably in his place. He avoids the younger man’s brown eyes, his own glued to the floor.

Rome scoffs, loud and performative, and Mok can tell how upset he is without looking at him. Rome pulls his phone from the pocket of his long brown coat, his restless fingers flying over the screen to type what seemed to Mok like no more than ten words. “There, I fixed it.” He blurts out, stepping into Mok’s space at once, like being apart from Mok for just one second hurts him deeply. Rome’s hands are immediately on him, caging Mok.

“What did you do?” Mok feels his carefully maintained composure slipping away. The question left his lips in a rush, his tone harsh. Definitely not appropriate for addressing a mafia heir, Mok scolds himself.

“I’ve notified P’Kian we won’t be attending dinner.” He states simply, his attention utterly focused on pressing his body against Mok’s. Rome’s warm breath fans Mok’s ear as he leans in.

Mok’s shudders, the magnetic pull from Rome hitting him like a physical wave. “What?”

“It’s okay.” His nose bumps Mok’s cheek, hands completely splayed across Mok’s back, pushing him impossibly closer. “He said he would take some guy instead.”

Mok can’t help but smile at this. “Khun Peach is with him.”

Since Peach had appeared in Khun Thee’s life, Mok's chest had filled with a strange sense of relief. His shoulders felt lighter somehow, knowing Khun Thee had found someone who made him feel safe.

Despite Mok’s newfound relaxation, Rome doesn’t seem so happy himself. His eyebrows furrow while pulling just a whisker away from Mok, still holding him against his chest.

“Mok,” He bites out, his tone accusing. “You’re making me angry. Why are you smiling at the thought of another man? Who is he?”

Mok suppresses the need to roll his eyes. This is the Rome he knows: spoiled, possessive, demanding. Mok wishes these traits turn him off and away from the younger, but instead, he finds them immensely endearing. If only Mok could let his mind switch off for a few moments, but standing there, looking at Rome’s displeased expression, Mok is reminded of where they are, who they are, and of what Mok is not anymore.

Mok is not the young, delicate, fragile boy Rome fell in love with. Years of physical training had transformed his slender body into a bigger, rougher husk than what it used to be. His muscular frame was the result of his desperate attempt to prove himself worthy of standing beside Rome. In the end, Mok’s raging yearning played against him.

Mok tries to step away from Rome’s hold once more, but this time, Rome’s arm tightens around his back. “Why are you trying to escape from me?” Rome's voice breaks with sadness, and Mok feels his own heart crack a little. “I missed you so much, my love, haven’t you missed me?”

“We have gone longer without seeing each other, Khun Rome.” Mok finds himself stepping back into his monotone voice.

Rome’s lips press into a thin line. “I feel like dying every second we’re apart.” His hands leave Mok’s back, and for a fleeting second, Mok thinks he finally will be able to breathe normally again. That thought vanishes in an instant when Rome’s palms frame Mok’s face, his thumbs digging slightly into Mok’s soft flesh. “Can’t you feel how much I want you near, my love?”

“Khun Rome.” He exhales, his breath shaky and shallow, a wretched whisper. Mok’s pathetic, final attempt to hold his composure failed, breaking through the last of Rome’s own control.

He crushes his lips against Mok’s soft, waiting mouth. Mok gasps, sharp and quick, before he dives in with equal force. Rome pulls Mok closer, his fingers tracing the edge of Mok's jaw while his tongue tastes the seam of his mouth. Mok is dizzy with want, the sensation so strong it overcomes his whole body. He reaches desperately for Rome’s shoulders, his grip tightening on the fabric of the coat. Mok groans, voice thick and deep with annoyance at the layer of clothing that keeps him away from the heat of Rome’s skin.

Rome’s hands leave his face to roam at Mok’s chest and abdomen, sneaking under his jacket and shoving it off Mok's frame. The sound of the coat hitting the foyer floor snaps Mok back into reality. He uses his hold on Rome’s shoulders to pull him off. A low rumble of frustration escapes Rome’s throat. He surges forward, chasing Mok’s mouth, but Mok’s grip is firm enough to keep him restrained. “We’re standing in the foyer, Khun Rome.”

“It’s fine, Mok.” Rome nudges Mok’s feet with his own, his hand pressing into the small of Mok’s back. “I called earlier to have everyone sent home by the time I arrived.”

He should have known Rome would do something like this. It was naive of Mok not to have foreseen this situation. Still, the logical part of his brain holds on by a thread, reminding him not to surrender under the tricks of the mafia heir.

“But—” Mok tries to argue.

The complaint dies in his throat as Rome shoves his thigh in between Mok’s, using the pressure on Mok's back to force Mok's groin to grind against his own thigh. “You can try to lie to me, lie to yourself, all you want, but your body has always been honest with me.” Mok searches for the right words inside his head, anything that can challenge Rome’s confident statement, but it feels like he’s made of glass. Rome sees right through him. It is ridiculous of Mok to think he can ever hide anything from the man that does nothing but uncover everything Mok has tried to suppress since he can remember. “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me show you how deeply my heart has ached for you.” Rome places a soft kiss on Mok’s lips, so delicate and full of love, Mok knows he has no chance of winning this doomed battle.

“Please.” Is all Mok says, but he knows it’s enough for Rome. A whispered plea is all it takes to surrender completely to the man that stole his heart at seventeen years old.

Rome doesn't need another word. His mouth slams back down against Mok’s, but this time, it is a hard, consuming claim. He twists his hand into the collar of Mok’s shirt, dragging Mok closer until there is no space left between their chests. Mok answers the aggression instantly, his groan lost between Rome’s lips. The only thing Mok feels is Rome, the urgent heat and the pressure demanding everything he has.

Mok’s mind goes hazy, completely overpowered by desire. He grabs and pulls, moving blindly down the corridor, dragging Rome with him. They move like that, bodies fusioned together, for what seem like hours, until Mok’s back slams against the hard wooden door of what Mok hopes is his own room. Rome’s hands, previously occupied with Mok’s shirt buttons, snake behind Mok to grab at the doorknob and jerk it open.

Rome shoves Mok into the room, forcing him to tumble onto the edge of the bed. Rome stands before him, gazing down into Mok’s eyes. Mok swallows hard, and Rome traces the movement with his eyes. Something ignites in them, a feeling Mok recognizes as pure, raw hunger.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about you like this, my love.” Rome’s fingers reach for Mok’s glasses, carefully slipping them off his nose. He folds them, slowly placing them on the night stand beside the bed. Mok grows bolder under Rome’s gaze, his hand raising to undo the last buttons of his own shirt. He slips it off his shoulders, eyes locked on Rome’s expression. “You’re so beautiful." Rome’s words are so delicate, Mok feels the last bit of his icy interior melt away.

“I missed you too, Rome.”

Rome moves before another word falls from Mok’s lips. He sinks down, caging Mok's waist between his arms, kneeling before his beloved. Mok can’t help but feel the urge to stop him, to ask Rome to rise back up on his feet. It’s too much, seeing one of the most powerful men in the country completely surrender before him, a sign of absolute devotion and adoration. But Rome is gazing up at him, waiting for permission. He was giving Mok full control to take this as far as Mok was comfortable with.

Mok raises his hips slightly, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his legs. Rome’s gaze follows the piece of clothing until it hits the marble floor. He sinks back down, the stiffness of his back a familiar feeling. Rome’s eyes don’t leave Mok’s body for a single second. “Can I touch you, P’Mok?”

The honorific hits him like a punch in his gut. Mok hardens instantly in his trousers, Rome’s plea is impossible to ignore. Mok leans in slowly, laying himself bare in front of the person he trusts the most in this world. No words are needed between them anymore.

Like a starving man, Rome launches himself to attack Mok’s neck. He soothes Mok’s pulse point with his tongue, sucking softly at the flesh. His hands travel as urgently as his mouth, palming Mok’s waist, shoving his torso flushed against his own. The radiant heat of their bodies burns where their skin touches, and Mok feels greedy for more contact, more warmth, more of Rome.

Mok lets out a whine as Rome’s mouth travels down his collarbone, settling in the middle of his chest. Mok fights the ugly, gnawing insecurity that possesses him and hugs Rome's shoulders to bring him closer. Rome takes a deep breath like he has just come up from underwater, Mok’s evident desire pressed against his abdomen. His hand snakes between them to palm at it, Mok’s nipple trapped between Rome's lips. Rome cups Mok’s cock in his hand and starts stroking him slowly over the fabric, feeling how it taunts and stretches around Mok’s member.

“P’Mok.” Rome calls, his voice hoarse and low. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” Mok looks down at him at the brazen words, ready to reprimand Rome on his harsh but sensual tone. “Will you, P’Mok?” Everything is forgotten as he feels a new wave of want rush through him at the sight of Rome’s flushed cheeks and bright brown eyes gazing up at him.

Even before Mok has finished nodding silently, Rome is peeling his underwear off. Mok’s cock bounces up against his stomach, flush red with want. Mok has no time to feel embarrassed about how evident his need for Rome is, because Rome is already diving in, taking the head of Mok’s dick in his mouth. Mok grunts, his hand flying to the top of Rome’s head, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s brown hair.

Rome’s hot, slick tongue swirls around the head of Mok’s cock before taking him deeper into his mouth. Mok lets out a choked sound when Rome hollows his cheeks as he moves up, only to try and take more of Mok down his throat. Mok’s grip in Rome’s hair grows tighter, almost painful, and Rome can’t help but feel extremely pleased at this. It doesn’t matter how long they are apart, or how much time they go without seeing each other; Rome is the only one who knows how to break Mok, how to make him shake and plead. Mok is his, and only his, for the rest of their lives.

The ache on his jaw feels delicious as Mok’s hips begin erratically thrusting against his mouth. The hot, heavy weight of Mok’s cock on his tongue drives Rome crazy. Above Rome, Mok is making the most lewd noises he has ever heard. Low, deep curses fall from Mok’s lips as Rome takes him deeper. Mok’s thighs shake around his head, and he’s pushing Rome away with urgency. “Rome, Rome, baby.” Mok gasps. “Stop. I almost—” Rome lets go with a loud pop, a satisfied grin decorating his face. Mok clashes their mouths together, the kiss burning against Rome’s raw, stretched out lips. He reaches for the hem of Rome’s shirt and aggressively tugs at it, forcing Rome to break the kiss to pull in over his head. “Come here, baby. I need—” Mok seems delirious, stumbling over his own words while he collapses on the bed and drags Rome with him.

“You’re so sexy, P’Mok.” Rome murmurs against his lips. His hands are grasping at every part he can reach, settling between Mok’s thighs pressing his clothed groin against Mok’s. Mok lets out a broken whine at the slow grind of Rome’s hips. “I want to be inside you so bad. Would you like that? Have you missed my cock?” Mok’s hands travel from Rome’s shoulders down his torso until they reach their final destination: the button of Rome’s pants. It pops open under Mok’s skillful fingers, and Mok wastes no time in drawing them down as far as he can, all while locking eyes with Rome.

Rome bites his lip, completely turned on by Mok’s desperation to undress him. He takes mercy on the man under him, hooking his index finger in the fabric of Mok’s trousers, peeling them off of him. He does the same with his own, his eyes fixated on Mok’s hungry stare. Now, completely bare, Rome feels intoxicated by the heat of their bodies gliding together. Mok’s hands are all over him, grasping as he sucks Rome’s tongue into his mouth. His fingers wrap around Rome’s length, stroking him with a slow, lazy rhythm, feeling how Rome’s entire body trembles above him. He twists his hand at the base, admiring Rome's expression shift into absolute pleasure. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good.” Rome exhales, almost breathless.

Rome’s self restraint completely crumbles, not wanting one more second to go by without being inside of Mok. He braces himself above Mok, fingers threading their way between Mok’s legs. Mok hisses, the sudden touch far too dry for its purpose. “Second drawer of the night stand,” he lets out, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Rome beams while he stretches his arm to feel blindly for the lube and condoms they so desperately need.

Readjusting his position above Mok, Rome's lubed-up fingers find their way back between Mok’s thighs. He rubs against Mok’s entrance, earning a choked gasp from the bodyguard. Mok’s whole body is glistening with sweat, his broad chest raising and falling with every new sensation. When the first digit finally slips in, Rome admires as Mok’s expression breaks apart completely. After the second one, Mok is grinding down in his hand, urging Rome to do it faster, rougher. When Rome pushes the third finger in, Mok’s hands grip the sheets so hard his knuckles go white, baring his neck completely at Rome’s mercy. Rome leans in, placing a soft kiss at the side of Mok’s neck, before trapping Mok’s earlobe between his lips. “Look at you,” He whispers, his voice heavy with want. “So desperate for me.” Rome bends his fingers inside Mok, rubbing against his walls. Mok cries out, turning his head to catch Rome’s lips in a trembling kiss.

Rome’s own desperation becomes unbearable, Mok’s entire body calling for him in every way possible. He slides the condom on his cock and positions himself between Mok’s trembling thighs. Lining his length with Mok’s entrance, Rome searches for Mok’s gaze, but he is overwhelmed by the eyes full of love that he finds looking up at him. Mok’s arms hug his neck, Rome’s powerful scent fills Mok’s senses as Rome pushes slowly inside him.

To Mok, it feels like the entire world has disappeared. When they’re together like this, mafia leader Rome and secretary Mok no longer exist. It's just them two, their hearts beating in unison, their souls becoming one. Rome stares at Mok’s gaping mouth, red and wanting, and dives in for a kiss so forceful it breaks the last bit of his restraint, slamming his hips flush against Mok’s skin.

The force knocks the breath from Mok’s lungs, but he clings tighter, his legs snapping around Rome's waist. Rome thrusts again, hard and fast, demanding a deep, immediate rhythm. Mok answers by bucking up to meet him, his hands clawing at Rome’s back. Rome’s voice is a low, guttural roar against Mok’s ear, lost to the sound of their bodies colliding in the desperate rhythm they have been fighting since their eyes met at the stairs.

“Rome, Rome.” A low, guttural cry escapes him as Rome leans back, gripping Mok’s hips and dragging him down to meet Rome’s thrusts. Mok’s back arches, his clasp tightening on Rome’s forearms, desperately urging him not to stop. “Fuck.”

Rome’s face lightens with a mischievous grin, his voice strained as he raises on his knees to angle his hips to pound harder into Mok. “You’re so hot, P’Mok. I want to make you scream and curse until your voice is gone.” Rome traces the lines of Mok’s abdomen, digging his nails into the skin. Mok groans and pulls him in, mouth now glued to Rome’s ear.

Mok bucks his hips, answering the aggression with an animalistic snarl. He uses the momentum, gripping Rome’s shoulders with the fierce strength of a bodyguard. In one powerful surge, Mok twists, using his weight to pin Rome down to the mattress. Rome gasps, the motion stealing his breath. He stares up at Mok, eyes wide with amusement at Mok’s evident loss of control, his usual demeanor completely demolished above Rome. Mok couldn’t wait, raising his hips and guiding Rome’s cock into his hole again.

Rome watches Mok as he slides down his cock, admiring the sweat-slicked body heaving above him. Laying down like that, Rome has a full, intoxicating view of Mok’s sculpted frame. From the faint blush covering his slender neck that travels all the way down to his defined chest. Rome palms at it, kneading and rubbing against it to watch him writhe and squeal as he chases his own pleasure.

“Your cock feels so good.” Mok grunts, dropping his upper body until he can press his palms against each side of Rome’s head. With Mok’s pecks only inches above him, Rome can’t help but stretch his neck to catch one of Mok’s nipples into his mouth, licking at it with passion. “Uh, I’m so close—”

Rome smiles sheepishly at this, grabbing Mok’s hips to stop his movements. He detaches himself from Mok’s skin to pull him down in a searing kiss. “On your knees, baby, let me finish you off.”

Mok’s eyes snap open at the command, the surprise quickly melting into obedience. He slides off Rome's lap, his body immediately folding into the requested position. Rome didn't waste a second. He gripped Mok’s waist with both hands, using the leverage to raise his hips and slide deep inside Mok from behind. Mok gasped, Rome driving him forward with every thrust.

Rome’s hands roam all over Mok’s skin as he slams into him. The sight of Mok’s back muscles flexing makes heat pool at Rome’s lower abdomen, his climax near. Rome slides his hands up Mok’s body, hooking his fingers on Mok’s shoulders, sealing his back to Rome’s chest. Mok sobs, reaching for Rome to intertwine his fingers with Rome’s to anchor himself. Rome kisses Mok’s shoulder to the back of his neck as he feels the other tremble against him. “You’re so perfect.” He murmurs against his sultry skin. Rome hammers into Mok, feeling his inside clench around his length. “And you’re all mine. My perfect, gorgeous P’Mok.” Mok cries out, sweat dripping down his forehead. Rome digs his finger in Mok’s jaw and twists his head so he could lick at the seam of Mok’s mouth. Mok's eyes roll back and Rome’s own vision goes white the second Mok's back arched beneath his chest.

They fall to the bed, completely spent and relaxed. Rome covers Mok’s body with his own, burying his nose on Mok’s hair. “You smell amazing.” Rome sighs happily.

“I smell like sweat.” Mok responds, matter of fact. Rome chuckles softly. Mok wriggles out of his hold to lay beside Rome, looking directly at him. “I really did miss you.”

Being this close, Rome has a detailed view of Mok’s face. His pink, plump, heart shaped lips, the slender bridge of his nose, and his beautiful brown eyes. Rome sighed, staring dreamily at his boyfriend. There was no way he could go even a day without looking at his pretty, adorable face. “You know I missed you like crazy, my love.”

Mok scoots closer, wrapping his arms around Rome’s torso. “Don’t leave then.” Mok whispers playfully, kissing Rome’s cheek.

“Gorgeous, if it was my decision, I wouldn’t leave this bed in days.” Rome plants a kiss on Mok’s forehead, making him giggle.

“Good thing my seven day leave was approved.” Mok laughs again when Rome raises an eyebrow at his words.

Rome grinned, tugging Mok tighter against his chest. “And I’ll spend every second of it looking at you.”

With Rome there, laying next to him, Mok felt the burning, ugly loneliness in his core vanish away. He knows that, as long as Rome is with him, the torrid heat of their love won’t let him feel the cold again.

Notes:

if you liked it, please comment so i know what you enjoy for the next time i write! thank you so much for reading, it means the world to me.