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The venue had emptied hours ago but the scent of flowers still clung to the air thick, heavy and almost suffocating. Mok sat at the edge of the bed, his fingers twisting the gold band on his finger as if it were a foreign thing. His reflection in the mirror showed a boy who looked far too fragile for the word ‘husband’. Damp hair clung to his forehead, his shirt slightly wrinkled from the endless ceremonies and his eyes wide and unsure. He had smiled so much that his cheeks hurt, bowed to relatives he had never met and stood beside a man he barely knew, but was now married to. Rome Kritdanai.
Across the room, Rome looked almost unreal, like a photograph drained of color, beautiful but untouchable. He had changed out of the cream suit from the ceremony and into a dark linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, the collar open just enough to reveal the sharp line of his throat. The soft yellow glow from the bedside lamp cut gentle shadows across his face, making him seem both close and far away at once. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard to read and even the way he placed his watch on the table was careful and deliberate. There was something about him, calm, controlled, quietly commanding that made Mok's stomach tighten with a feeling he couldn’t quite name.
The laughter from the family echoed faintly through the corridor, the echo of celebration and clinking glasses was a weird contrast to the awkwardness between them. The room was large, elegant, intimate but suffocating. Mok swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the space beside him, trying not to imagine Rome there. But Rome’s quiet footsteps approached and something inside Mok shifted. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was fear and maybe some curiosity too.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
It hadn’t been love. It wasn't even a choice. It was a decision made over a cup of tea that went cold while the elders smiled too wide and said words like understanding, compatibility and good families, all of which Mok tried really hard to ignore.
He had only met Rome three times before the wedding. Once in his parents garden, with air thick with the awkwardness of first meetings and Rome had spoken little beyond hello.
The second time at a dinner arranged 'to get to know each other' Rome’s mother broke the news as casually as if she was commenting on the weather.
"Your father reached out to them again. Their son just finished his degree. He thinks you’d suit each other and they would suit our family business too."
Rome didn’t look up from the folder in his hands. "We've discussed this," he said quietly.
"We have" she replied, not missing a beat, "and you said if something sensible came along, you’d consider it. Well, this is sensible."
Her tone didn't leave any room for argument. She slid a photo across the table.
The young man in it was smiling awkwardly, eyes soft behind glasses. His mother gave him some information on this boy. Mok. Twenty four. Exactly Rome's age. Literature graduate. Polite, good natured, introverted, from a family with old fashioned values. Basically everything his family wanted.
Rome didn’t know what to say. He studied the photograph longer than he meant to. He wasn’t opposed to marriage, he was opposed to performance. He didn’t want to learn the vocabulary of another person’s habits, didn’t want to act like he could love someone on command. But his parents' pressure made it impossible to say no outright.
"Just dinner," she coaxed.
And so, dinner happened, where Rome had asked polite questions about Mok's work, but his tone was so measured, so unreadable, that every answer Mok gave felt like a test.
The third time had been at the engagement, when he had caught Rome looking at him across the room, not with affection but with an odd sort of curiosity that honestly made Mok uncomfortable and judged.
Rome was the kind of man people described with reverence. Sharp, composed and quiet. He was the son of a family known for wealth and restraint so every word he spoke literally felt deliberate and his silences even more so. Mok, by contrast, was gentle to the point of discomfort, soft spoken, uncertain and always too aware of his own hands. He wasn’t naive enough to believe in fairytale romance but he hadn’t expected the quietness between them to feel so obvious. Their engagement had felt like a script they were both reading with each gesture and line repeatedly practiced.
By the time the wedding day arrived, everything had blurred into motion. Mok remembered little except Rome’s hand brushing his briefly during the vows, grounding him just enough to survive the noise. He remembered Rome saying 'you good?' to which all he did was nod.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
When the final rituals ended and the crowd thinned, Mok felt like he could finally breathe and maybe get to understand the dynamic of his and Rome's relationship, away from the noise of family. But then stupidly enough, the families insisted they stay at the venue for some time - "It’ll be nice" someone had said, "to spend time with everyone before you both leave." Of fucking course. He had smiled weakly, pretending to agree though his mind had already begun spiraling at the thought of everything that was about to change in his life.
Now, hours later reality was exactly what surrounded him. It was quiet and heavy. He had imagined the first nights before. Maybe awkward, maybe tender. This felt nothing like that. This felt like standing at the edge of something dangerous.
The bed between them looked impossibly large, impossibly intimate.
And that's when Mok had a realization, "Oh" he murmured before he could stop himself.
Rome glanced up from setting down his suit jacket. His expression didn’t shift much but his eyes flicked toward the bed, then back to Mok. "They must’ve assumed," he said simply with a voice so low, it was honestly intimidating.
Assumed. Right. Newlyweds.
Mok's throat tightened. "I can, uh- I can take the couch."
Rome raised an eyebrow. "There isn’t one."
Mok looked again. He was right. There was only the bed, big enough to fit them both and a chair by the window that didn't really look comfortable to sleep on.
Rome didn’t say anything else. He just walked into the bathroom. After 5 minutes, the sound of running water filled the silence.
Mok exhaled slowly. His palms were damp. It wasn’t that he was scared. Rome didn't seem unkind. He’d been polite through the ceremonies, formal during the photos and almost tender when they had exchanged vows. Almost. But now standing in this dimly lit room where they were supposed to sleep as husbands, Mok suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands.
When Rome came out of the bathroom, "You should sleep" he said, picking up a book from the bedside table. "Tomorrow will be full."
He just nodded. "Right."
They climbed into bed from opposite sides. The mattress dipped and Mok made sure to lie stiffly near the edge, facing the wall. He could hear Rome’s breathing steady and quiet.
Minutes passed.
Mok turned slightly, just enough to glance at Rome’s back. Broad shoulders under the soft cotton of his tshirt, hair falling over his forehead. He looked almost peaceful, if not for the faint tension in his jaw.
Mok whispered a barely audible, "Goodnight."
Rome didn’t reply, but a few seconds later, his hand moved under the blanket, not towards Mok, but closer than before.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
The morning came in quietly. Light crept through the curtains and settled over the edge of the bed. The room was still, no sound except the sound of birds chirping and the slow rhythm of breathing beside him.
Mok shifted under the blanket still half asleep and very tired. His body heavy with warmth. For a moment, everything felt normal like he was just home, still in his own bed. Then he felt it, the weight beneath his cheek and the faint rise and fall of someone’s chest.
He blinked. Then blinked again.
And that’s when he realized.
His cheek was pressed against a shoulder and his arm draped over a body. The shock hit all at once.
He sat up immediately. "Oh my god-sorry, I didn’t-" His voice came out in a rush as he fumbled with the blanket, trying to untangle himself. "I must have rolled over or something, I am so sorry, I don't -"
Rome stirred, opening his eyes slowly, his voice rough with sleep. "You move a lot."
"huh? yeah I’m sorry, I'm just not used to sleeping beside any-" he shut his mouth quickly, his cheeks red with the realisation that he might have revealed something he didn't really need to.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Rome just looked at him, the faintest twitch pulling at his mouth, not quite a smile, but close enough to make Mok's stomach flip.
"It’s fine," Rome murmured finally, he pushed the blanket aside to get up.
Mok stayed where he was, heart thudding far too fast for how calm the morning looked. The sheets still smelled faintly like Rome’s cologne, and the space beside him felt too warm, too real.
He sighed quietly, rubbing a hand over his face. "Perfect," he muttered to himself, "just perfect."
He quickly got out of bed and stuck to his usual routine. Even though he was in a completely different environment, he held fast to the one constant: skincare was and will always be his absolute favorite thing. He completed his routine and shuffled through the clothes to find something comfortable to wear for the family breakfast.
The sound of the bathroom door clicking open pulled Mok's attention up. Rome stepped out, a cloud of steam chasing him into the bedroom. He had only a towel wrapped low around his waist, clinging to his hips.
And well, Mok might've inhaled a little too sharply at that sight. Water beaded on Rome’s collarbones and shoulders, trailing down hiis chest before disappearing beneath the towel. On top of that, the casual dampness of his hair was almost too much.
Mok's face flushed an immediate, intense red. His breath hitched and he had to remind himself to blink. He knew Rome was handsome, of course, but seeing him so unguarded, so domestic was a different level of overwhelming.
"I need to grab a shirt," Rome said, his voice deep and easy as he walked toward the dresser.
Mok's mouth went dry. "yeah. Sure." He kept his gaze firmly fixed on his own side of the wardrobe, aware of the bare skin a few of inches away.
They both found something casual and comfortable to wear and one by one stood infront of the mirror to get ready. Rome carefully smoothed down his collar, while Mok was focused on his own thing.
He risked a subtle glance sideways in the mirror and their eyes met. Rome was simply observing him in the glass. The moment was unexpectedly so soft. Two strangers, forced together, finding themselves suddenly paired in the small intimacy of their individual morning routine. The whole room was silent, yet the quiet wasn't heavy but rather comfortable and easy.
And then the peaceful silence was broken by a sharp knock on the door.
"Morning, newlyweds!" A voice boomed from the hall, loud and cheerful. "You two better be dressed and decent by now. It's breakfast time!!!"
Mok winced, his attention snapping to the door.
Rome simply rolled his eyes at the lack of filter. "We're coming," he called out, his voice calm. "Let's go?" he continued, turning towards Mok.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
The breakfast table was massive and the conversation was politely stiff between the two sides of the family. They both sat next to each other with a formal distance in between. Mok was busy learning about Rome's cousins and his quiet and reserved parents. He learned that Rome's mother was a gentle soul who spoke softly and his father was usually a man of few well thought words. While Rome got the quick details about Mok's work and his cousins.
The cousins were the most excited about this whole arrangement. Lego, Rome’s cousin, set his fork down and leaned across the table toward Mok. "So, Mok, " Lego began, eyes sparkling with mischief. "What did you guys do last night? Did Rome show you the wedding pictures I sent?"
Mok's face instantly warmed, he looked down at his plate trying to pick up a piece of mango there. "We were... pretty tired after the wedding," he said in a voice barely a whisper.
Hong, Lego’s brother, chimed in. "sure you were. I saw the bathroom light on forever. What's so good about that bathroom in your room?
Rome took a deliberate sip of his coffee, offering a perfectly straight faced response. "We were trying to figure out how to run away from this place, Hong. Because you know having people like this family around is getting tough, man."
Everyone exploded into laughter. But then, Hong quick as a whip shot back, "Damn bro, you're so eager to get some alone time."
And then to Mok's horror, his own family decided to join the attack.
Tui, Mok's cousin, leaned forward clearly enjoying the drama. "Don't sweat it, Mok, we knew they'd be like this. But seriously, we need the scoop, too. Did you sleep well last night? Did you even sleep last night?"
"Seriously?" Mok groaned, giving his cousin a pleading look.
"What! I am just asking!" Tui shot back, shrugging.
And then to Mok's horror, Plub, his cousin who was more like a friend to him, delivered the killing blow. She smiled sweetly at Rome. "Mok is super shy, Rome. You’re definitely going to have to lead the way on everything. Please make sure he doesn't sleep right on the edge of the bed every night."
Rome, who was quietly watching the entire exchange finally intervened. He set his coffee cup down with a light tap.
"Alright," Rome said, his voice quiet but commanding, drawing the table’s attention. He looked directly at Mok, his expression soft. "I should probably show him around the place before you lot annoy him completely."
With that, Rome stood up easily, making space for Mok to leave the table. He tipped his hand slightly toward Mok and as he hurried to his feet, Rome reached down and nudged his chair in, clearing the way so Mok could step out without bumping into anything.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
Rome led the way out of the room and onto a wide, shaded patio that opened onto a garden path. Mok followed a few steps behind. They walked in silence until they reached a path lined with jasmine. Rome stopped and turned, his posture straight, his hands casually in his pockets. His expression was serious and composed but his gaze was steady on Mok.
"I owe you an apology for my cousins," he said with his tone low and even. "They were out of line. You shouldn't have been put through that."
Mok quickly ducked his head. "No, please. It's fine," he mumbled. Then he felt obligated to reciprocate. "My cousins were terrible too. I’m sorry. They only get like that when they..." He trailed off, biting his lip.
Rome raised an eyebrow, not pressing him, but his next comment was pointed. "When they like someone?" he asked, as if teasing.
"No! I mean, yes, but-" Mok tried to backtrack. "I mean they like teasing people and you were a great target."
Rome only replied with a slow, minimal nod but a flicker of something new, maybe curiosity entered his eyes. His next question took a subtle unexpected turn.
"You were moving a lot last night," Rome observed, the sudden shift in topic catching Mok completely off guard. "Was the bed uncomfortable?"
Mok just stared, his face heating instantly. The thought that Rome had been aware of his every restless movement was mortifying. "Oh. No, it was fine. I just…I’m a restless sleeper, I guess."
Rome’s eyes held his. "Restless is one way to put it. You nearly kicked me off the side twice." He paused, letting the silence hang. "What were you dreaming about that requires so much activity?" And Mok might be delusional but he saw a little smile on his lips, he really did.
Mok's heart gave a nervous thump. The way Rome stated the observation,calm yet utterly intimate was far more unnerving than a simple flirt.
"I don't remember," Mok managed clutching his hands together. "I am sure nothing interesting."
Rome’s gaze dropped briefly to Mok's mouth before returning to his eyes. "That’s a shame," he murmured.
Mok stared at him. Just stared. That man had just delivered a perfectly calculated slightly scandalous line with a very cool tone.
"Were you expecting something ?" Mok finally whispered, finding this strange eagerness to flirt back.
Rome's only reply was the faintest shadow of a smirk, acknowledging the challenge. Mok's mind was buzzing from the mixture of mortification over the 'restless sleeper' comment and the unexpected thrill of Rome’s dry flirting.
They continued their walk. The silence returned but it wasn't awkward. Thankfully.
"This is a huge place," Mok finally said, glancing at the vast distant structure visible through the trees. "It's beautiful."
"It is," Rome confirmed, his eyes scanning the grounds. "My grandfather built it for the family. We won't be staying here though. We head back to the city in a few days. My apartment is where we will stay." He paused, stopping under the tree, his posture relaxed but still formal.
Mok swallowed, the reality of their situation suddenly hitting him with force. "The apartment," he managed. "The two of us?"
"The two of us." Rome confirmed, his gaze direct and serious. He leaned a shoulder against the trunk. "And regarding the rooms..." Rome’s voice remained purely formal.
"My apartment has a separate second bedroom, I will get it cleaned and ready once we arrive. You can comfortably live there. Unless," he paused, his eyes holding Mok's with a cool intensity, "you prefer to share a room with me, in which case I have the master bedroom. Whatever you like."
The choice, stated so simply was staggering. It put the weight of the decision and all its awkward implications, squarely on Mok.
"Yeah, sure," Mok managed, his voice barely a whisper, his face heating as he stared at the ground. He couldn't commit to either option this fast. Obviously.
But in his mind, a quiet thought wrestled. It’s a marriage. Even if it’s not out of love, it’s supposed to be real. Isn't sharing the space, choosing the difficult, exactly how you put in the effort?
Rome pushed off the tree. "Any questions about the logistics of cohabitation, Mok?" he asked with a smile.
"No," Mok whispered. "I think... I think I have a good idea."
He started walking again and Mok quickly followed beside him. They walked a few more steps, the quiet between them charged with Mok's internal dilemma about choosing a room. Then without thinking, he spoke up, both soft and rushed.
"Do you... is there someone you love?" Mok asked with voice low but still. He had no idea why he asked it, it was too personal and too early and completely against the terms of their polite distance. "And is this whole living arrangement something you really don't want but just have to do?"
Rome completely stopped walking. He turned to face Mok and for the first time all morning, the coldness around him seemed to completely thaw. His gaze was soft and steady.
"No, Mok, I don't have anyone," Rome replied, with voice gentle and clear. He paused, making sure Mok was listening. "I know this is an arranged marriage, but I wouldn't agree to anything that would involve me hurting you or your family. I'm here because I accepted this and I'll make it work fairly, I promise." He said, offering a brief reassuring look.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
They eventually made it back from their walk, their quiet honest talk settled some of the tension. As they reached the main hall, Mok mumbled about needing the restroom and quickly headed down a side corridor.
Rome hadn't stood there long when Mok's mother arrived. She paused, seeing Rome by himself and then approached him.
"Rome" she greeted him softly, gesturing toward the empty chairs. "Come, sit for a moment. I wanted to talk."
Rome took the seat, his posture respectful but not stiff. "Of course, Ma'am."
Mok's mother looked down at her hands, which were clasped lightly in her lap. "You seem like a very steady young man. I know your family is good. I know you are a good man. But this whole situation…it’s a big change for my son." Her voice was soft, carrying the weight of a mother’s worry.
"I understand," Rome said quietly. "It's a lot I know, especially when everyone expects him to leave his house too. I know it's hard to adjust in a completely different place."
She nodded, relieved by his straightforwardness. "Mok is gentle. He's sensitive. He really doesn't like to make a fuss, you know? My big worry is that he'll try too hard to be polite, to just go along with things for your family, and he won't tell anyone if something is bothering him. Not even me." She looked up. "He hates to feel like he's asking for too much or taking up space. I just hope you can watch out for that."
Rome held her gaze and entirely focused on her. "Ma'am, I can promise you I'll be mindful of that. I truly respect the position he's in. I've made sure he has his own space set up at the apartment and options for how he wants to settle in. He won't have to compromise his comfort for me. Never."
Mok's mother let out a small, quiet exhale. "Thank you for thinking of that. I know this you both don't love each other yet but you are his person now. Please…just try to be open with him. He might be quiet, but he pays attention all the time and that's how he gets hurt too. And don't worry I will talk to him too, I will make him understand how he has to communicate in order for you to understand what's going on. I know you both will be very good for each other eventually."
"I'll take care of everything. I won't disappoint you and never him." Rome said gently.
Mok's mother reached out and squeezed Rome’s hand before pulling hers back. "Then I feel much better."
"And I'm pretty good at quiet myself." Rome said in a light tone, he had a minimal smile on his lips. "You would never have to worry about any fights."
She returned a small, knowing smile. "Yes, I think you are. Thank you. Now, let me go find my son."
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
Mok just came out of the bathroom when he saw his mother waiting for him right there, "Mom? What are you doing here?" Mok asked.
She walked closer and adjusted the collar of his shirt, a familiar comforting gesture. "I just had a nice chat with your husband."
Mok's eyes widened slightly. "Husband? You talked to Rome? About what?"
"Just checking in," she said simply, stepping back and looking at him with an affection that settled his nerves. "I know this is too much. Being married to someone you don't really know, being told to live in a new place... it's a huge commitment."
Mok looked down. "I feel like I will mess up everything."
"You won't," she assured him placing a gentle hand on his arm. "But you need to understand what this really is. It’s not a fairytale and it’s certainly not just a contract. It's a structure you have to build every single day."
She spoke softly, her eyes holding his. "Marriage, especially one like this is a hard work. It requires patience. Lots of it. You have to be patient with his silences and he has to be patient with yours. You’ll both have to make compromises, sometimes on the TV remote, on the dinner options, on how much space you need in the bed." She smiled faintly. "Most of all, it needs kindness and respect. You start with respect, Mok. You have to treat him with respect and he has to treat you with respect as well. Sometimes he listens when you talk and other times you listen when he talks and most importantly you ask for what you need, you share what is bothering you."
She squeezed his arm gently. "If you do those things, you will build something good and safe. And who knows? Maybe later, after all that effort, you'll find there's a lot of love there too." she finished, her voice lightening.
Mok just stared at her, trying to understand all what she said.
"Yeah." he said quietly. "I'll try my best, i promise."
"That's all I ask," she said, giving him a proud look. "Now, let’s go. I think your husband is waiting for you."
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
The days at the family estate flew by in a blur. Time rushed by long formal dinners, tours of the grounds with the family and a few obligatory meetings with extended family members who needed to 'welcome' the newest couple. The schedule was relentless and left little to no room for any sort of privacy.
Yet in between the chaos, an understanding between Rome and Mok started to begin. The initial stiffness remained, but the sharp edges of being strangers began to dull. They had to be together often and so their conversations gradually moved beyond formalities. They talked about work, about the city, about their differing tastes in music. The bond wasn't romantic yet, but it was there, a strengthening bond of mutual respect and easy conversations.
It was late one evening, the dinner was over, the family had dispersed. Rome was already on the bed, propped up against the pillows scrolling through something on his tablet.
Mok, meanwhile, was fully immersed in his evening routine. He was standing in front of the large dresser mirror, carefully layering serums onto his face. Quite literally his favorite part of the day.
The air in the room was thick with a strange energy. Mok could feel the back of his neck warming, fully aware of the weight of Rome’s gaze. He knew, without looking that Rome was no longer on his tablet.
He was unable to stand this awkwardness so he did what he thought he should, he slowly lowered his hands from his face and looked up into the mirror. Rome's reflection was right there, perfectly still, his eyes fixed entirely on Mok.
Mok turned his head slightly to face Rome directly. "What?" he asked, his voice soft but edged with nervous defiance.
Rome didn't change his posture. His expression remained utterly neutral. "Nothing," he replied. "You look-
And before he could complete the sentence, once again their quiet moment was disturbed by the loud knock on the door.
The chaotic rhythm of the knock immediately broke the tension. Before either of them could react, the door burst open. Lego, Hong, Tui, and Plub entered the room looking bored and very mischievous.
Rome immediately sat up straight, his expression turning sharp and serious. He set his tablet aside with a decisive thud.
"Knock," Rome stated with voice clear and unexpectedly stern, "and wait." He continued, turning the atmosphere serious. "This is a bedroom. You don't know how a person is sitting or laying or what they're doing inside. Learn some manners, all of you."
The cousins looked slightly taken aback especially by the severity in Rome's tone. "Sorry," Lego mumbled, quickly followed by nervous laughter from the group. "Won't happen again, promise."
Mok finally spoke, stepping away from the mirror and drying his hands. "Is everything okay?"
Tui grinned, the mischief returning instantly. "We're bored out of our minds. So, we decided we're playing Truth or Dare and you two are the main event! So we will just alternatively ask you both questions."
"Okay, we are starting now." Plub yelled, leaving no space for argument.
"Truth or Dare?" Lego challenged, eyes sparkling as he aimed at Mok.
Mok swallowed, deciding to play it safe "Truth."
Lego leaned in, changing his tone to mock seriousness. "Okay, Mok. What is the one chore you absolutely hate doing?"
Mok shot a look at Rome, who was watching the scene with so much interest. Mok thought for a moment. "Washing the dishes"
"Boring." Hong complained. He pointed at Rome. "Okay, Rome, your turn."
Rome fixed Hong with a stare but agreed to it.
"Okay…" Hong started. "I dare you to tell Mok the biggest professional risk you've ever taken."
Rome looked at Mok, whose eyes were filled with genuine interest now. Rome didn't even hesitate. "Last year, I pulled a major investment. It nearly cost us money enough to bankrupt atleast three of our generations but then somehow everything worked and it saved us a huge loss a month later."
Mok watched him, impressed by the cool and confident answer.
The cousins groaned again. "Too corporate, Rome" Plub complained.
Tui rolled his eyes. "Fine. Mok, dare!"
"Dare," Mok whispered.
"I dare you to apply one of your favorite skincare products on Rome's face." Tui suggested.
Mok hesitated for longer than a minute.
Lego made a tired sound. "Ugh come on Mok, you’re acting like you haven't touched him ever."
Well.
But then quietly Mok stood up and picked up the nearest bottle, a moisturizing cream. Might as well get it over with.
Rome remained still. He watched Mok with an intense gaze. Mok's fingers shivered a little as he scooped a tiny amount of cream and with immense concentration, applied it delicately to Rome’s cheekbone. Rome smiled softly at him.
The whole moment was so soft.
The game continued, the questions and tasks getting progressively more personal, all poor attempts to get them to acknowledge the reality of their marriage.
"Okay, my turn!" Lego announced gleefully, pointing at Rome. "Dare!"
"Dare," Rome repeated.
Lego beamed. "I dare you two to share a proper newlywed kiss. On the mouth. Ten seconds. Go!"
The room went silent. Mok's breath hitched and he felt a dizzying wave of heat and panic.
Rome stared at his cousin , the usual controlled coolness in his eyes replaced by a sharp flicker of anger. He looked over at Mok, whose eyes were wide and fixed on the floor. Mok was rubbing his palms together repeatedly, a nervous action that screamed awkwardness.
Rome's demeanor instantly shifted. He stood up from the bed, his movement commanding.
"Game over," Rome announced, his voice low and dangerous.
Lego protested immediately. "Hey! Come on. It’s just a game!"
Rome didn't even look at Lego. He addressed the whole group with a cold edge in his voice. "Everyone out. Now. I mean it. Get out of the room."
The severity of his tone was so rare and unexpected. The cousins exchanged frustrated glances but backed down immediately. Mumbling apologies, they shuffled out, closing the door quietly behind them.
The silence that returned was heavier than any silence before. Rome watched the closed door for a moment, then turned his full attention to Mok, who was still standing rigid and still rubbing his hands together.
"Mok," Rome said, his voice dropping to an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry. He was completely out of line. I am so sorry if that made you uncomfortable."
Mok finally stopped rubbing his hands. He looked up, his eyes sincere yet hesitant. "I'm not uncomfortable," Mok confessed quietly, almost defensively. "I'm just really private about things. I don't like doing... things with an audience around."
Rome studied him, his expression softening and suddenly, it was as if he caught up on what exactly Mok meant.
It wasn't the idea of the action that bothered Mok, it was the people.
A minimal almost predatory edge returned to Rome's eyes. He took a slow and deliberate step toward Mok. "So," Rome murmured, his voice low and tone light, "you'd be okay with doing things in the premises of the bedroom, is that what you're implying?"
Rome took another step forward.
And another.
And another, until he was just one breath, one small, charged space away from Mok. Mok stared at him, his heart pounding frantically against his ribs.
Rome leaned in, his gaze fixed on Mok's lips. Mok's eyes fluttered shut and his breath hitched in his chest. He stopped breathing entirely and waited for the touch.
But the touch never came.
Instead, Mok felt a light and warm pressure, a single hand cupping his jaw. He snapped his eyes open, meeting Rome's gaze.
"Relax." Rome whispered, the word a low command.
It was as if cold water had been poured over Mok. The tension broke instantly. He scrambled back, stumbling on his feet, his thoughts scattering all over the place.
"I- I need to use the bathroom" Mok stammered, the words rushing out in a messy burst. He spun around and practically ran for the bathroom door, slamming it shut behind him.
Rome stood alone in the center of the room, his hand still faintly raised where Mok's jaw had been. He stared at the closed door trying to process exactly what had just happened and why he hadn't followed through.
Mok leaned against the closed bathroom door, struggling to regain his breath. His heart was still racing but the panic was quickly giving way to a giddy feeling. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright. He looked completely flustered and exposed and utterly alive.
Mok pressed his fingers to his jaw where Rome's touch had lingered. He wasn't embarrassed, he was electrified and very eager. A slow genuine smile spread across his face reaching his eyes. He laughed a short breathless sound, right there in his own reflection. He needed to be private about things, yes, but that was the moment he realized he was intensely curious about what being with Rome, in the safe confines of their bedroom would bring.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
A few minutes later the bathroom door creaked open and Mok emerged. His face was still flushed but his composure had returned. He moved quickly to sit on the opposite side of the bed.
Rome cleared his throat. "Are you okay?"
Mok flinched at the direct question. He didn't look at Rome. "Yeah, yeah, all good," he rushed out, the phrase sounding too fast and entirely unconvincing.
To break the crushing awkwardness, Mok immediately turned back to Rome and forced a casual tone. "So," he started gesturing vaguely toward the large television on the wall. "Do you, uh, do you want to watch a movie or something?" He shrugged. "But you can say no, of course, if you're busy. I mean of course you're busy, you're always working, so it's totally fine, it's really okay."
Mok hated rambling and that was exactly what he was doing. Before he could apologize for suggesting the movie in the first place, Rome cut him off, his voice calm.
"Yes, Mok. I will watch a movie." Rome stated, slightly smiling. It stopped Mok's nervous stream of talk instantly.
Rome pointed the remote at the screen. "You pick."
The moment of tension finally went away, it was replaced by a strange peace. Mok managed a small genuine smile. "Okay."
They settled onto the bed, Rome remaining propped up against the pillows while Mok sat a respectful distance away, leaning against the headboard. Mok carefully chose a light comedy.
The movie played and the silence became genuinely comfortable. They didn't talk much, but the fact that they were sharing the same light and sound, the same space, felt grounding. At one point, Mok laughed at a ridiculous scene, a sound that made Rome glance over, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes.
Sometime after midnight, the low murmur of the film was the only sound. Mok felt his head grow heavy. He slowly slid down until his shoulders rested on the pillow. He glanced over and saw that Rome’s eyes were closed. He had fallen asleep.
Mok quietly pulled the light comforter up over himself. He didn’t dare move closer to Rome, he just lay there, side by side. He closed his own eyes, strangely settled and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Mok was sure something changed that day. For good.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
The morning they were set to leave for Rome's apartment felt heavy, marked by the inevitable goodbyes. Mok woke up before Rome, the soft and early light doing nothing to lift his mood. He felt a familiar knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach, the comfort of his family was leaving and he was about to face the real isolated commitment of this whole thing.
He dressed slowly. Rome stirred just as Mok finished fastening his watch. He sat up, his hair slightly disheveled, instantly sensing the change in the atmosphere.
"Morning," Rome murmured, his voice husky with sleep. He looked at Mok, whose shoulders seemed a little too hunched. "Something wrong?"
Mok gave a quick, almost panicked shake of his head.
"No. Nothing. Just... a long day ahead."
Rome studied him for a moment with a sharp and assessing gaze, recognizing the effort Mok was putting into appearing fine. He didn't press the issue, simply swinging his legs out of bed. "Give me 5 minutes and then let's go get breakfast."
The main hall was soon crowded with luggage and relatives. Mok's family, his parents and his cousins were preparing to leave for their own homes.
Mok's mother was the first to pull him aside. "Call me every day and ofcourse you have to come visit me too" she smoothed his shirt. "Remember what we talked about. Patience, respect, kindness and most importantly expressing your feelings .Take care of yourself, sweetheart."
"I will. You too." Mok said and hugged her tightly.
His father gave him a firm handshake and a quiet and meaningful look. "Take care, Mok."
The cousins were predictably less sentimental. "Don't worry, we'll crash your apartment soon" Lego shouted to Rome as he walked by.
Tui threw an arm around Mok. "And don't forget to text us the gossip!"
Plub gave Mok a quick, fierce hug. "Call me if he makes you sad. Okay?" She said, looking pointedly at Rome who was standing nearby.
Rome caught the look and for the first time that morning offered a reassuring nod directly to Mok's family.
Mok watched his cousins pile into their car, feeling a sudden ache of loneliness.
Rome, having finished his arrangements, walked over to Mok, placing a firm hand on the small of his back."Ready?"
He took a deep breath. "Ready."
They walked out together, two figures now heading toward a life that was entirely their own and left behind the comfort and chaos of their families.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
The journey from the family estate to Rome's apartment was a stretch of more than three hours and it was dominated by silence. Rome drove with the controlled efficiency he applied to everything, his gaze fixed on the highway. Mok, meanwhile, was pressed against the passenger window watching the landscape blur.
The quiet wasn't awkward, just heavy. Rome understood it. The whole shift was huge. For Mok, this move wasn't just about changing houses, it was about accepting a complete change in his life’s rhythm. He wouldn't be seeing his family daily anymore. The comforting chaos of his cousins, the immediate, familiar presence of his mother, all of that was now hours away. It was a huge thing, even with the promise of a new life. So Rome decided to let Mok have his space, without further burdening him with his presence.
The car finally pulled into the parking garage of a sleek modern high rise. Rome stopped the car and took a glance at Mok, who was still staring out the window, looking lost.
Rome didn't reach out immediately, he just gestured toward the building. "We're here," he announced in a low voice.
Mok moved to unbuckle his seatbelt but before he could open the door, Rome reached out and captured his wrist. This unexpected touch stopped Mok mid motion.
Mok looked up, startled and met Rome's gaze.
"Smile," Rome said, his expression softening. "Let's go in happily?"
It wasn't a demand but an invitation to face the new reality. Together. Mok felt a nervous warmth spread from where Rome’s fingers held his skin. He took a deep breath and gave a small and genuine, if slightly wobbly, smile. "Okay," he agreed.
They took the private lift up to Rome’s floor. The doors slid open and they were met immediately by a very friendly presence.
Nut. Rome's childhood friend.
"There he is!" Nut yelled, grinning broadly. He immediately walked up and clapped Rome on the shoulder, pulling him into a enthusiastic bro hug.
"Why are you still here, man?" Rome joked, his formal demeanor already struggling against his friend's energy.
Nut ignored him, he stepped back and turned his attention to Mok. "Welcome! Welcome to this boring man's boring place, Mok! Though I hope you like the view, it's beautiful" he said loudly, completely uncaring about the unfamiliarity between the two.
Mok offered a smile and a brief nod. "Thank you. It looks great."
Nut waited until Mok had stepped further, he jabbed Rome playfully in the ribs with his elbow.
"Damn," Nut whispered, but loud enough that Mok definitely heard. "He just keeps getting prettier, doesn't he? You are a lucky man."
Rome’s eyes narrowed instantly. "Shut up," he warned.
Nut just laughed, unrepentant. "Right, right. Anyway, good news! I got everything sorted. The cleaner was here so the place is spotless and the fridge is stocked with enough stuff to last you a week." He clapped his hands together. "My job is done. I'll take off and leave you two to... settle."
He winked broadly, giving them one last salute. "Good luck, guys. And seriously, Mok, congratulations."
And then he was gone. The apartment door clicked shut behind Nut, leaving an immediate silence in the wake of his noisy exit. The space itself was stunning, high ceilings, smooth marble floors, and a spectacular view of the city.
Rome gestured with a sweeping hand toward the massive windows. "So, do you like it?"
Mok stepped further in, taking in the clean lines of the minimalist furniture and the absence of any personal clutter. "it's very pretty," he said, turning back to Rome. He tucked his hands into his pockets. "Just... very quiet."
Rome nodded, understanding the shift completely. "Yeah. For days we were surrounded by so many people, so much family noise. Now, it's just us two."
Mok repeated the phrase, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the words heavy with significance. "Just us two."
Their eyes met.
The sight of Rome, standing in the perfection of his apartment, looking straight at him was both intimidating and intensely captivating. The shared realization that they were now entirely alone, with no cousins and no family to interrupt, charged the air instantly.
"Right," Rome said. "So, the staff will take your stuff to the room but we need to decide where it goes." He nodded toward a door near the hall. "The second bedroom is through there, it's set up as a guest room for now. It's yours, no questions asked. Or," he looked pointedly towards a room on the right, "we can just share my room."
He paused, letting the choice hang between them. "so, which room are you using?"
Mok took a deep, steadying breath.
"Your bedroom," Mok said, startling himself with the commitment. He met Rome's eyes, refusing to look away. "We've been sharing a room these past few days anyway and I don't mind it….unless you do. If that's so, I can take the other room, it's completely fine."
Rome didn't move. His expression remained neutral, but the stillness in his body intensified. It was clear he hadn't expected Mok to choose the option he chose.
"I don't mind it, Mok. Not at all" Rome smiled. "Okay, so then your luggage goes in our room."
Mok blushed at that.
Our room.
Rome picked up a smaller bag of Mok's from the floor and without another word, led the way into the large master bedroom. The place was immense and most of the space was covered by a massive neatly made bed.
Rome placed the bag down near the closet. "The bathroom is through there," he explained, pointing towards a door.
"It has two sinks, so you'll have plenty of space for your stuff." He paused, looking around the room, which felt suddenly much smaller with Mok standing in it. "Is this okay?"
"It's... fine," Mok whispered, a little overwhelmed by the size and the intimacy. He was about to share a bed with this man in a room that felt intensely private.
Rome didn't press him. He walked over to his side of the bed and picked up his tablet. "Good. You can unpack your stuff. I have a few emails to check before dinner, Is that good?"
"Yeah, all good," Mok said, realizing that the new chapter had begun. He was in the apartment, he was in the room and now he had to figure out how to simply exist beside Rome without constantly losing his nerve.
The subsequent hours were spent in Mok settling in. Staff had brought up his bags and he had changed into comfortable sleep clothe while Rome stayed focused on his tablet. Dinner was a quick event in the dining area. Mok was so utterly drained from being around so many people in the past few days and the long drive that he excused himself immediately afterward.
He returned to the room first. The bed, the soft lighting and the fatigue were too much. He barely managed to flop onto the mattress and pull the comforter up. The instant his head hit the pillow, he was out.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
Sometime in the deep night, a subtle shift in the mattress pulled Mok out of sleep. His eyes blinked open in the darkness. It took a confused moment for him to realize he wasn't just near Rome, he was practically draped over him. Mok's head was tucked close to Rome’s shoulder and his hand was instinctively gripping Rome's arm, holding on tight.
He immediately snatched his arm back, scrambling away to the absolute edge of the mattress.
Rome was already awake. He propped up on his elbow, looking down at Mok with a rare and gentle expression mixed with quiet amusement.
"You were seriously wiped out," Rome murmured, his voice smooth. "Not only did you move all over the place but you were talking in your sleep too."
Mok felt an intense wave of embarrassment. "What? no I wasn't."
"You were. I should have recorded. I will record it the next time" Rome joked.
"I am so sorry, did I wake you up?" He started to push the covers off. "I'll definitely take the other room tomorrow. I promise."
"Wait, it's fine," Rome said, his hand gently stopping Mok from fleeing the covers. "I didn't say you disturbed me. I actually slept well. Maybe too well."
Rome’s gaze dropped, slow and unmistakable.
Mok followed it…and froze.
The blankets didn’t hide much. The shape beneath Rome’s trousers was impossible to miss.
Was he hard?
He was hard. What the fuck.
Mok's entire face went up in flames.
Rome gave a slow, almost innocent smirk, eyes flicking up to meet Mok's with an unmistakable acknowledgment. "What? You are….distracting. he murmured. "and it didn't help that you were moving around a lot, you ran into me from every possible angle."
It was embarrassing, it was so overwhelming and all Mok wanted was to run away and so he tried.
"I-I need water," Mok stammered, already trying to roll off the bed toward the floor.
But Rome was faster. He shot out a hand and caught the other's wrist, gently but firm enough to stop him. Mok landed back on the mattress with a soft thud and Rome moved with him, bracing himself with his arms as he hovered above Mok.
Rome’s expression was dark and serious and heavily focused.
"Will you stop running away from me?" He commanded, his voice a rough whisper. He held Mok's wide gaze, the intensity in his eyes compelling. "I don't bite... not unless someone asks nicely."
Mok stared up.
Rome slowly lowered his head, moving his weight slightly. His voice was a low rumble.
"I'm not going to rush this. I don't want to" Rome murmured. "But I'm done pretending I don't notice you."
Mok swallowed hard, his throat tight. "I didn't do anything on purpose" he managed in a shaky whisper.
Rome offered a tiny genuine smile, it made his features so much more devastatingly attractive. "Exactly. You didn't even try. I am scared of the day you start trying. You know, you're a lot more than distracting. You're everywhere. Even when you're sleeping, you take up space." He gently brushed a thumb across the other's lips lower lip. "And I have realised that I like it."
The air was suddenly thick with a possibility of something Mok even struggled imagining. The initial panic was gone and now it was replaced by a slow sense of excitement.
Rome paused, his eyes searching Mok's face for any sign of protest. He knew he had to ask, this was still a new territory to step in and Mok's shyness was precious.
"Can I kiss you?" Rome asked, the words soft but serious.
Mok's mind went blank. He had no words left. His throat seized up though his heart screamed the answer. He couldn't speak, so he did the only thing he could, he slowly and trustingly, closed his eyes and gave a tiny nod.
A sound, half sigh, half hum escaped Rome's throat. The space between them closed completely. Mok felt the touch , a soft and warm pressure that was everything he hadn't known he was waiting for. It wasn't rushed or demanding. It was a slow and careful exploration. Rome used his hand to gently cup Mok's jaw, deepening the kiss only when Mok's own hand lifted and he found its way to Rome's shoulder, finally gripping him.
And then the tenderness vanished and was replaced by an urgent raw need. Rome’s lips covered Mok's again but this time the kiss turned deep and hungry. Rome kissed him with a sudden overwhelming force, his hands moving to cup Mok's face, angling his head to deepen the contact until Mok felt dizzy and breathless.
Just when Mok thought he couldn't breathe, Rome broke the kiss trailing a line of heaty kisses down Mok's jaw and neck. His teeth nipped lightly at a sensitive spot near Mok's collarbone, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp. Rome’s touch became demanding, his hands sweeping down Mok's body, tracing his ribs, pressing into his waist, exploring the soft skin which was exposed a little.
Rome shifted, settling his body closer and began to grind his cock against Mok's. His eyes fluttered shut with a rush of unexpected pleasure combined with a spike of panic. This was too fast, too much, too soon.
It was right then, as the pressure became insistent, that Mok's hands clamped down hard on Rome’s shoulders.
Rome stopped instantly. His body went rigid above Mok's. He lifted his head, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark, burning with confusion and desire. The control he valued so highly was fighting a losing battle with his need.
"Do you want me to stop?" Rome asked, his voic dragged and his desire painfully clear.
Mok's heart was hammering, but the immediate halt allowed him to find his voice. "Yes," Mok managed, his hands still gripping Rome’s shoulder. "Wait. Calm down."
Rome didn't move away, but he did release the tension in his hips. He simply rested his weight, chest to chest with Mok, breathing raggedly. He slowly eased his weight off Mok, rolling onto his side but staying close. He sat up, the heavy urgency in his eyes now mixed with confusion.
"What happened?" Rome asked, his voice rough. "Are you hurt?"
Mok shook his head quickly. "No. Not at all." he admitted, slightly breathless. He looked away, embarrassed but then as if realising that, that wasn't the complete answer, forced himself to meet Rome's gaze. "I'm sorry. I don't know"
Rome’s expression softened instantly. He lifted his hand and gently brushed a lock of hair from Mok's forehead. "No, I am sorry," he corrected firmly. "That was completely my fault. I lost my head. I promised I would respect your pace and I jumped the gun. That was selfish." He took a deep, steadying breath. "We have all the time in the world, right here."
He shifted back further, creating a necessary if small, gap between them. The intense energy ended but it was replaced by lingering awkwardness.
Rome sighed, running a hand over his face. He glanced down at the obvious state of his very erect cock, hurting under his pants. "I, uh... I need a minute." He gave Mok an apologetic look. "I'll go use the bathroom."
Mok flushed again, knowing exactly why Rome was retreating. "Yeah, okay. Take your time."
Rome slid out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
Mok sat up immediately, pulling the comforter over his chest. He reached blindly for his phone on the nightstand just as it began to vibrate with an incoming call. It was Plub.
He was relieved to have a distraction. He quickly stood up, needing distance from the bed. He walked silently toward the balcony door and slipped outside into the cool night air.
"Hey!" Mok whispered into the phone, trying to sound normal.
"Hello my favourite boy! Wanted to check in. How are you? Is it a nice place?" Plub's voice was loud and bright.
"Yeah, I am fine, it's really good actually." Mok said, his voice straining to be casual.
"That's amazing. What were you doing? I hope I didn't disturb you guys." Plub said.
Mok stammered, trying to come up with a believable explanation. "Uh, nothing much. Just on the balcony... trying to get some air, trying to breathe.”
"Where's Rome? What's he up to?"
Mok swallowed, his mind flashing back to the intense moment. And without thinking it through, in a low voice he said "in the bathroom, taking care of things."
A beat of silence hung on the line
Then Plub’s voice dropped, full of sudden, knowing amusement that required no direct explanation. "Oh. Right. Rome's... taking care of things. So why are you even talking to me? Say no more. I'll call you in an hour. Good luck with your... ‘trying to get some air,trying to breath’ bullshit." She laughed, hanging up before Mok could protest.
Mok stared at his phone, his face heating up all over again. He took a shaky breath and leaned against the cold railing. The amusement faded but it was replaced by worry. He immediately called Plub back.
She answered quickly. "I thought you needed alone time."
"No, I need to talk," Mok insisted, his voice heavy with anxiety. "Listen, something happened. We were... we were kissing and then things got intense and I stopped him. I told him to calm down."
"Okay... and?"
"And he just went to the bathroom," Mok whispered miserably. "I just panicked. I couldn't breathe. What if he thinks I led him on? What if he thinks I’m going to be too much trouble? Or that I am useless?
Plub's tone instantly shifted to gentle, steady reassurance. "Mok, stop. You did not mess up. You clearly communicated what you were comfortable with. That is literally the bravest, most mature thing you could do in a situation like that."
"But he was-"
"He was just being a man who was very into you and he's a grown man. He can handle his own needs," Plub interrupted softly. "He respected you when you said stop. That tells you everything you need to know about Rome. You were honest and he listened. This is how you build trust, Mok. It's not a failure. It's actually a really good sign."
Mok felt some of the tightness in his chest ease. "Okay, yeah. Okay".
"I am right. Now go back in there and sleep or do whatever. Just be gentle with yourself."
Mok took one last deep gulp of cool night air, ended the call and stepped back into the bedroom.
The air was calm now. Rome was already back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a fresh tshirt, looking composed again.
"Everything okay?" Rome asked, his eyes immediately searching Mok's face.
"Yes," Mok replied, walking toward the bed. "It was Plub. Just checking in." He paused, looking down at Rome, still unsure how to breach the subject of whatever happened earlier.
Rome simply gestured to the spot on the bed next to him. "Come here."
Mok walked over and sat down beside him. Rome didn't try to touch him or lean in. He just sat there, warm and solid next to Mok, letting the space settle.
Rome offered a minimal smile. "Let's sleep."
"Yeah. Goodnight," Mok murmured, lying down and instinctively turning his back toward Rome, he needed the final privacy to process the overwhelming events of the evening.
"Goodnight, Mok," Rome replied and the mattress shifted as Rome settled down, facing the opposite direction.
The room was silent and finally still. Mok lay rigid for a few minutes, his mind full of racing thoughts: The kiss. The panic.
He was overwhelmed by the sudden knowledge of Rome's desire and equally overwhelmed by the fact that Rome hadn't pressured him, respecting his need for space.
Then something shifted in Mok. A quiet deep feeling that he didn't even recognize began to override his anxiety. He wasn't scared anymore, he was cold and suddenly lonely on his side of the bed. He knew Rome was right there, solid and warm only inches away.
He didn't think about it, he simply turned around and moved, further and further, until his chest was gently pressed against Rome's broad back. He took a hesitant, final step and gently draped one arm across Rome's waist.
The contact was so comforting. Rome felt the warm, sudden weight against his back. He let out a soft sigh and slowly turned over in the bed, facing Mok.
"Mok?" Rome asked, his voice concerned in the darkness. "You okay?"
Mok was curled tight against him, he felt instantly shy about his spontaneous action and burrowed his head into Rome's shoulder. "Yeah" he mumbled sleepily. "Just... Cold."
Rome let out a surprised laugh that rumbled warmly through Mok's chest. He wrapped his arms securely around Mok, pulling him in close. "Come here," he whispered, his voice full of tender affection.
Mok sighed happily, no longer tense and no longer running. They settled together and drifted into a comfortable sleep.
𓍯𓂃𓏧♡
Slowly, almost without either of them noticing, their relationship settled into something softer, something more comfortable. Touches replaced words. Mok began to notice how Rome’s hand always seemed to find his waist whenever he got the chance. When Mok was in the kitchen and Rome had to reach for something from the cabinet, there it was again, warm, steady, grounding and gentle. So gentle. Rome held him like that while they slept, while they walked, all the time and Mok loved it. He loved every second of it.
They didn’t kiss again. But the touches multiplied and eventually grew familiar as if necessary. It was a nice change. Mok found himself easing into it.
Now, though he was starting to think he had made a mistake asking Rome to calm down that day. Between all these lingering touches, he felt painfully aware of his own need, touch starved with no idea what to do about it. Taking care of himself didn’t feel right when Rome was less than ten steps away in the living room. And hiding in the bathroom wasn’t an option either, Rome would notice. Fifteen minutes was already longer than Mok ever took. Rome would be suspicious.
So he stayed where he was, caught between wanting and waiting, every familiar touch was a reminder of everything they weren’t doing. He started pacing the room. But it didn't really help so he decided to face the problem at hand.
Mok walked out instead, bare feet quiet against the floor, until he stood directly in front of Rome, who was sitting relaxed on the couch, phone loose in his hand. He looked up when Mok blocked his view, eyes completely unaware. "All good?" he asked.
Mok didn’t sit. He didn’t move away either. "Do you not like how I look anymore?" he questioned, the words sharp but fragile underneath. His chest rose unevenly. "Do you not feel attracted to me?"
Rome stilled. "What?" He frowned, genuinely thrown off. "Where is this coming from?"
Mok laughed once, breathless and bitter. "I told you to calm down that day. I know I did." His voice dropped. "But was it really that easy? You haven’t kissed me since. Not once." He looked down at Rome, eyes burning. "Do you really not feel anything for me?"
Heavy and thick silence stretched between them. Rome’s gaze darkened, something slow and unreadable passing through his expression. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, fingers closing firmly around Mok’s arm.
Then he pulled.
Mok lost his balance with a soft gasp and fell forward landing squarely in Rome’s lap. Rome’s other hand came up instantly, steadying him, palms solid and possessive at his waist.
Mok's breath hitched.
Rome leaned in, forehead pressing briefly against Mok’s shoulder as if grounding himself. When he spoke, his voice was strained in a way that sent heat straight down Mok’s spine.
"You really don't know what you do to me, huh?" Rome said quietly. His grip tightened, not painful, just unmistakably there. "I didn’t stop because I don’t want you," he murmured. "I stopped because I want you so bad, sometimes I don't even know what to do with myself when you're around but I want to do it right. Because you asked me to."
Mok’s pulse thundered. Being that close again, feeling Rome’s body beneath him, the familiar hands holding him like this, it stirred so many things in him.
Rome tilted his head up slightly, breath warm against Mok’s jaw. "But don’t ever think I don’t feel it," he added, voice rough. "I feel it every time you walk past me. Don’t confuse control with indifference because I am still very much attracted to you, even more actually."
Mok’s breath came shallow. "It felt like that," he admitted. "You touch me like this but" his voice cracked, "but you don’t kiss me. You don’t look at me like I wish you would. I don't know what else to think."
Rome’s jaw tightened. He shifted beneath Mok, forcing him to feel the movement. Mok could feel it, no way he wouldn't feel Rome's cock which was undeniably very hard. Very proof of his restraint stretched thin. One hand slid up Mok’s spine, sending a shiver straight through him. "Can you feel it?"
Mok’s fingers finally curled into Rome’s shirt, gripping like he needed the anchor. Sitting there, straddled across his lap, it felt impossible to breathe normally. "Y-yeah."
Rome’s composure finally snapped. The hand at Mok’s waist pulled him down. He didn't close the gap immediately. He waited until their lips were an inch apart, sharing the same breath. "If I do this," Rome warned, his voice a low vibration that Mok felt in his whole body, "I won't stop unless something is wrong. Do you understand?"
Mok didn’t answer with words. He leaned forward and kissed Rome, desperately. And just when they drew closer, the frames of Mok’s glasses clinked softly against Rome’s cheek, it was a clumsy barrier which made it difficult to find the right angle. Mok let out a frustrated huff, his hand coming up to slide the frames off his face so he could finally get the kiss he was craving.
But before he could pull them away, Rome’s fingers clamped firmly around his wrist and pinned his hand mid air.
"Leave them," Rome murmured in a possessive rumble.
Mok blinked through the lenses. "They’re in the way. I can’t even tilt my head properly."
Rome didn't let go of his wrist. Instead, he used his other hand to steady Mok’s jaw, his thumb tracing the wire frame near his temple. A devastatingly fond smile tugged at Rome's lips.
"I don't care," Rome whispered, leaning back just enough to brush his nose against Mok's. "Keep those stupid glasses on. You look ridiculously handsome in them." and with that, he started kissing again.
Mok felt the shift instantly. Their tongues brushed and Mok felt Rome’s heart hammering, not just fast but heavy, like it was trying to beat its way out of his chest and into Mok’s. He gripped Mok’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there and lifted him slightly just to settle him back down more firmly against the heavy, pulsing length of his erection.
Mok let out a choked gasp, his head falling back as Rome’s mouth found his neck. "I've got you," he rasped, his voice vibrating against Mok’s skin. He pulled Mok’s shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside so he could finally feel skin against skin.
Rome’s hand slid down, fumbling with the button of Mok’s jeans before hissing in frustration and simply shoving the pants down over Mok’s hips. He needed to feel the heat. When his bare palm met the curve of Mok’s ass, squeezing firmly, Mok arched into him, a low whine vibrating in his throat.
"You have no idea," Rome muttered, his breath hitching as he felt the precum beginning to dampen the underwear between them. He reached between their pressed bodies, his fingers sliding beneath the waistband of Mok’s underwear. When he finally touched him, leaking and stone hard, Rome let out a jagged sound. "You have no fucking idea, how bad i need this. How bad I need you." He began to stroke him in a slow rhythm that had Mok’s fingers clawing at Rome’s shoulders. His thumb swept over the head of Mok’s cock, smearing the precum and the sensation was so intense Mok’s vision blurred.
"Look at me," Rome commanded softly, his own breath coming in shallow pants. He didn't stop the steady, grounding friction of his hand. He watched Mok’s face crumble into pleasure, watched his eyes roll back as he moved his hips rhythmically against Rome’s palm.
"You wanted this so bad, right?" Rome whispered, leaning in to catch a stray tear with his lip. "Baby, I am so sorry, I made you wait."
He shifted, his other hand reaching for his own belt, the intent clear in the way he moved his body beneath Mok’s, seeking a way to be even closer, to finally lose himself in the person in his lap.
"Mok," Rome groaned, the name sounding like a prayer. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes blown wide and dark, searching Mok’s face. "Bedroom?" He trailed his lips down Mok’s jawline before burying his face in the crook of Mok's neck. He inhaled sharply, as if memorizing the scent of him. He pulled back and started kissing Mok again.
The shift in the room was electric as Rome stood up, never once letting Mok’s lips go. He hooked his arms under Mok’s thighs, hoisting him up until Mok was wrapped around his waist. Mok clung to him, his fingers digging into Rome’s shoulders, his face buried in the crook of Rome’s neck where he could smell the heady mix of expensive cologne and the raw heat of their skin.
When Rome dropped him onto the mattress, the air left Mok’s lungs in a startled huff but he didn't even have time to recover before Rome was over him. Rome stripped his clothes off with a desperate kind of speed, his eyes locked on Mok’s with an intensity that felt like it was burning through him.
"I’m done holding back," Rome muttered, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly tone that always made Mok’s stomach flip. He reached into the bedside drawer, grabbing a condom with fingers that were visibly shaking. "If it's too much, you will tell me. If you want more, you will tell me. Okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, please." Mok breathed, his hands reaching up to snag Rome’s neck and pull him back down.
Rome’s expression softened and for a split second a flash of pure devotion before he moved between Mok’s legs.
When his bare palm finally met Mok’s hole, they both let out a jagged breath. "God..." Mok whispered, his legs falling open instinctively.
"I've got you," Rome murmured. He reached for a small bottle on the nightstand, his eyes never leaving Mok’s as he coated his fingers. The sound of the slick friction was loud in the quiet room, it made Mok’s toes curl.
Rome started slow, his thumb circling Mok’s entrance, testing the tension there. He watched Mok’s face, the way his eyelids fluttered and his lips parted. With a deliberate but steady pressure, Rome slid his first finger inside.
Mok’s hips jerked upward, a sharp gasp escaping him. "Oh god..."
"Just breathe. I'm right here," Rome whispered with a tone a perfect balance of demand and incredible tenderness. He didn't move for a second, letting Mok adjust to the finger before he began to curl his finger. When he hit a specific spot, Mok’s entire body went rigid, his fingers clawing at the bedsheets.
"There it is," Rome rasped, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He added a second finger, the stretch made Mok’s breath come in shallow, broken pants. Rome began a steady, rhythmic motion, his knuckles grazing the sensitive walls while his thumb maintained a perfect rhythm against Mok's insides.
Rome’s touch was devastating. He wasn't just moving, he was learning Mok's reactions, continuing only when he felt Mok’s muscles pulse around him. "You're so sensitive," Rome breathed, leaning down to catch a moan with his lips. "Every time I move, you shake. Do you know what that does to me?"
Mok couldn't answer. His vision blurring as the pleasure centered entirely on where Rome was working. He felt full, stretched and so close to the edge. Rome’s fingers were relentless and the wet sliding sounds of the lubrication filled his ears as the pace increased.
"Please... I'm gonna…" Mok’s voice broke into a high, needy whine.
"Go ahead," Rome commanded with an anchor Mok needed. He didn't slow down, if anything, his movements became more certain. "Do it. Show me how much you want this."
With one final, deep thrust of his fingers and a firm sweep of his thumb, Mok’s world exploded. He arched off the bed, his walls clenching desperately around Rome’s fingers as he came in a hot, messy rush. Rome didn't pull away, he held him through the tremors, his other hand coming up to stroke Mok’s hair, whispering soft, praise filled words, "You did so good for me, you're perfect for me, the best." until the worst of the shaking stopped.
Rome stayed there for a long minute, his weight heavy and comforting as he let Mok find his breath. He kept his hand resting gently on Mok’s thigh, his thumb tracing idle, soothing circles while Mok’s heart rate slowly settled. It was a rare moment of stillness, but the air was still thick with what was coming next.
Finally, Rome pulled back, sitting up on his knees. He reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his palm. Mok watched, mesmerized and slightly breathless, as Rome began to coat his own length. His fingers moved with a casual, practiced ease that made Mok’s pulse spike all over again. His face flushed a deep red color. To see Rome touch himself like that, so unbothered, sent a wave of heat straight to his groin. He looked at the sheer size of him, then back up at Rome’s face, his bottom lip trembling just slightly.
"I dont-" Mok whispered, his voice was small but thick with longing. He wasn't pulling away, if anything, he shifted his hips closer, his legs naturally parting further. "I am not experienced, I don't know…"
Rome stopped, his hand still wrapped around himself and looked down. He saw the shyness in Mok’s eyes, the way his fingers were bunching up the bedsheets, but he also saw the way Mok’s body was arching toward him in silent invitation.
"I know it looks like a lot, baby," Rome said softly. He reached out with his free hand, cupping the back of Mok’s neck and pulling him just an inch closer. "I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make sure it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt."
Mok swallowed hard, his gaze darting down and then quickly back up to Rome’s dark, steady eyes. "I’m not scared of you," Mok clarified. "I don't know what you like and I don't want to embarrass-”
Rome’s expression softened, he moved and gave a quick peck on Mok's lips. He noticed the way Mok was already leaking against his own stomach, his body clearly desperate.
"You won't. I know you can handle it and I know you will make me feel the best. You already are." Rome teased gently, his thumb rubbing the sensitive skin behind Mok’s ear. "Don't be shy with me." He shifted, moving back between Mok’s legs, the head of his cock brushing against the entrance he had so carefully prepared.
Mok let out a shaky, hitched breath, his hands reaching up to grip Rome’s forearms, anchoring himself. He didn't close his eyes; he wanted to see this. "I'm not being shy," he breathed, though his blush said otherwise. "Just... go slow?"
"I'll go exactly as fast as you tell me to," Rome whispered. "I'm right here. I've got you.”
When he finally guided himself against Mok’s hole, he paused, leaning down until their foreheads touched. "Look at me, Mok. Eyes on me," Rome commanded softly. He began to push slowly inside, Mok’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in a ragged hitch. Rome didn't rush it, he waited, watching Mok’s face as he filled him inch by inch. His hand came up to cup Mok’s jaw, his thumb stroking his cheekbone. "That’s it... just relax for me. You’re so beautiful like this, baby. You’re taking all of me."
He began the first movement, not a thrust but a slow, heavy tilt of his hips. He ground his pelvis against Mok’s, a deliberate circular motion that sent a wave of friction through Mok’s entire lower body. His eyes flew wide, his back arching off the sheets as his breath hitched. "Oh god... that."
"You like that?" Rome asked, his voice so low, Mok felt in his bones. He did it again, slower this time, letting the weight of his body do the work. He watched Mok’s face intently, catching the way his lips parted and the way his gaze grew hazy with pleasure.
Once he was seated deep, the pace changed. It wasn’t a scramble, it was a deliberate grind. Every thrust felt like a claim, a physical 'you're mine' that vibrated through Mok’s whole body.
"God, Mok," Rome gasped, his voice breaking as the friction started to build. He caught Mok’s hands, pinning them to the pillow for a second before lacing their fingers together, squeezing tight. "Can you feel that? I’ve been going out of my mind wanting this. Thinking about you like this every damn night."
Mok couldn’t even find his voice. The sensation was too much, the slide of Rome’s skin, the weight of him, the way he hit the perfect spot with every thrust. Mok’s hips started moving on their own, arching up to meet Rome, desperate for more.
"I'm... I can't," Mok cried out, his head tossing back against the sheets as the tension in his lower belly tightened into a knot.
Rome’s grip on his hands tightened until their knuckles were white. He didn't slow down, he leaned over, his chest crushing against Mok’s, his breath hot against Mok’s ear. "Don't hold back. Give it to me, Mok. I want to feel exactly how much you want me."
That was the breaking point. Mok’s body buckled, a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat as he came hard against their stomachs. The sight of Mok falling apart was the last straw for Rome. With a low growl of Mok’s name, Rome buried himself one last time, his body going rigid as he followed Mok over the edge, pouring everything he had into the man beneath him.
The silence finally broke by the sound of their ragged breathing. Rome didn't pull away immediately, he stayed buried deep inside Mok, his forehead pressed against Mok's damp shoulder. After a few minutes, Rome let out a long, shaky sigh. He shifted his weight, carefully withdrawing, a slow, wet slide that made Mok let out a small, involuntary whimper at the sudden loss of heat. Rome immediately leaned down, pressing a soft lingering kiss to Mok’s forehead.
"I’ve got you," Rome whispered, his voice a bit hoarse. "Don't move. Just stay right there." He climbed out of bed, his movements a bit stiff. Mok watched through heavy, half lidded eyes as Rome walked across the room. He returned a moment later with a warm, damp cloth and a clean towel.
Rome sat back down on the edge of the bed and gently nudged Mok’s legs apart. Mok felt a flash of shyness, his face heating up as he started to reach for the blanket to cover himself.
"Hey, none of that," Rome said softly, catching Mok’s hand and kissing his knuckles before resting it back on the bed. "Let me take care of you. You did so good for me, baby."
Rome began to clean him. He wiped away the mess with the warm cloth, his eyes focused. Every time Mok flinched or shivered from the cool air, Rome was there with a soothing shush or a gentle stroke of his thumb against Mok's thigh.
Once he was finished, Rome tossed the cloth aside and pulled the heavy duvet up, tucking it snugly around Mok’s chin. He climbed back in, pulling Mok into the crook of his arm so that Mok’s back was flush against his chest, a protective spooning position.
"You okay?" Rome murmured into the back of Mok's neck, his breath warm and grounding. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
Mok shook his head, leaning back into Rome’s chest. He felt relieved, so relieved of all the tension that had been eating at him for weeks. "No," Mok breathed, his eyes drifting shut. "It was... it was perfect.”
Rome’s arm held Mok’s waist, his thumb tracing idle patterns over Mok’s hip bone. It felt like the perfect end to the night. They lay there in silence for about 20 minutes. Rome stayed close, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the skin of Mok’s waist.
Just as Mok was about to drift off into a deep sleep, the stillness changed. Rome shifted, his hips beginning a slow rub against the back of Mok’s thigh. Mok could feel the heat and the unmistakable hardness of Rome’s cock pressing into him again. He let out a long, exhausted groan, his head falling back against Rome’s shoulder. "please... I am so tired," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"I’m not doing anything," Rome whispered back.
But his actions said otherwise. He began to trail wet, open mouthed kisses along the sensitive line of Mok’s neck, just enough to make Mok’s breath hitch.
Rome tilted his head, his lips finding the shell of Mok’s ear. He didn't just kiss it, he took the lobe between his teeth, giving it a playful, sharp nibble that sent a bolt of electricity straight to Mok’s groin.
"Can we sleep with my cock in you?" Rome breathed, his voice dropping into that dark, persuasive tone. Mok’s entire body went rigid, a wave of heat blooming across his skin that had nothing to do with the blankets. "What? Huh?" he stammered, his heart starting to hammer against his ribs again.
"Please," Rome murmured, his hand sliding down to grip Mok’s hip, pulling him even closer until there was no space between them. "I want to wake up and still be inside you."
Before Mok could find a logical argument, Rome reached down. He hooked a finger into the waistband of Mok’s fresh underwear, sliding them down just enough to clear the way. He began to rub the slick head of his cock against Mok’s entrance, the friction making Mok let out a loud, broken moan that echoed in the quiet room.
"Shh, I've got you," Rome muttered. He braced himself and with a single and devastatingly steady shove, he pushed back inside.
Mok gasped, his back arching as he felt the fullness return, stretching him open. Rome didn't start a rhythm, instead, he simply wrapped both arms around Mok’s waist, locking him into place and burying his face in Mok's hair.
"There," Rome sighed, his body finally going lax as he settled deep within Mok’s heat. "Stay right here. Don't move."
Mok was wide awake now, his pulse racing from the sheer intimacy of it but as Rome’s steady heartbeat thudded against his back, a strange, overwhelming sense of security washed over him. He reached back, covering Rome’s hands with his own and slowly let his eyes close.
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It was 4am when the shift in the bed finally pulled Rome out of a deep sleep. For a second, he was disoriented, his mind foggy until he felt the heavy, wet friction.
Mok was still asleep, or at least half in it, but his body was moving on a subconscious instinct. He was pushing back against Rome with a force, his hips grinding into Rome’s lap with a lewd, squelching sound that made the air in the room feel thick again.
Mok let out a loud, broken moan into the pillow, his voice sounding raw and uninhibited in the darkness. "God... please..."
"Mok? Hey, wake up," Rome rasped, his own voice thick with sleep and an immediate, agonizing hardness. He reached around, grabbing Mok’s shoulder and started shaking him gently. "you're moving too much, baby."
Mok jolted, his eyes snapping open in the dark. He felt the way he was still firmly impaled on Rome, his own hips mid thrust. The realization hit him like a physical blow.
"Oh shit," Mok squeaked, his voice cracking. He tried to scramble forward, his face instantly bright red. "I…was I? I didn't… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…."
Rome let out a low chuckle, his grip on Mok’s waist tightening to keep him from escaping. "You sounded like you were having a very good time."
"Shut up," Mok hissed, burying his face in his hands, the shyness returning tenfold. "It’s 4 in the morning. Just... let me go."
"Not a chance," Rome murmured. The playfulness in his voice dropped away. He didn't let Mok pull away, instead, he surged forward, catching Mok completely off guard.
Mok let out a strangled yelp that turned into a needy moan as Rome thrust deep. Rome reached up, his hands sliding under Mok's shirt, bunching the fabric up until it was around his neck. He found Mok’s nipples, his thumbs rubbing the bud, that sent jolts of electricity in his whole body.
"You want to move like that while you're asleep?" Rome whispered, his breath hot and jagged, "Then you can handle it while you're awake. Look at you... you're even tighter than you were last night."
Mok’s head fell back against Rome’s shoulder, his eyes rolling back as the stimulation of Rome’s hands and his cock became too much to process.
"I'm not…" Mok tried to protest, but it came out as a broken sob of pleasure.
"You are," Rome countered. "You're shaking just because I'm touching you."
And then suddenly, Rome shifted, his strong arms hooking under Mok’s armpits and lifting him. With a grunt of effort, he rotated Mok in the dark until they were face to face. He sat Mok directly onto his lap, their bodies still connected, the change in angle making Mok let out a startled, high pitched gasp.
"what…no, wait," Mok stammered, his hands landing shakily on Rome’s broad shoulders for balance. "I can’t... I don't know how to do this. I’ve never..." He was dizzy with sleep and the overwhelming shyness of being on top of him like this. "I'm too tired to move. I’m gonna fall."
"You're not gonna fall," Rome rasped, his hands coming down to anchor firmly on Mok’s hips. "I’ve got you. Just move with me, baby. Put your hands on my chest and just... sink down."
Mok’s face was buried in Rome’s neck, his skin burning. He felt clumsy and exposed, the initial stretch of the new position and the stinging ache of it all made his eyes water. "It hurts a little," he whispered, his body tensing up.
"I know. Try to relax?" Rome said patiently despite the way his own muscles were jumping with the need to move. He began to help, his hands guiding Mok’s hips in a slow, upward and downward tilt. "There. Just like that. You're doing perfect."
The ache faded into a deep, throbbing heat, Mok’s subconscious rhythm from his sleep started to take over again. He began to find the angle, his movements became more fluid as he realized how much control he had. He could feel every inch of Rome and the depth of it made his head spin. A low, lewd moan escaped his throat as he started to actually enjoy the friction, his weight coming down harder with every drop.
"That's it," Rome growled, his head fell back against the headboard as Mok took charge. Rome’s hands moved from Mok’s hips to his waist, squeezing tight as Mok’s pace became more frantic, more desperate. The exhaustion and the pleasure blurred together into one overwhelming wave. Mok’s breath came in ragged sobs, his forehead thumping against Rome’s shoulder as he reached his limit. "I'm... I'm gonna..."
"Do it," Rome choked out, his own restraint snapping. He met Mok’s downward thrusts with powerful surges of his own.
Mok’s body spasmed, a loud cry tearing from his throat as he came between their chests, his muscles clenching so hard it pulled Rome right over the edge with him. Rome let out a moan, his body jerking as he came deep inside Mok, the heat of it making Mok shudder one last time.
The moment the tremors stopped, Mok’s strength completely evaporated. He didn't even try to move, he just collapsed forward, his head landing heavily on Rome’s shoulder, his limbs like lead.
"Mok? Baby?" Rome panted, his hand stroking Mok’s sweaty back. "Hey, I need to get up. I need to clean you up, we're a mess."
"No," Mok mumbled, the word barely audible as he nuzzled into Rome's neck, already half asleep. "Too tired. Don't care."
Rome let out a weak, tired chuckle, his own eyes drifting shut. He knew they were going to wake up sticky and uncomfortable but with Mok’s heartbeat slowing down against his own, he couldn't bring himself to move him.
"Fine," Rome whispered, pulling the duvet up over their sweat slicked bodies. "We'll sleep dirty."
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Rome was the first to blink his eyes open. He was immediately aware of two things: the heavy, warm weight of Mok still sprawled directly on top of his chest and the undeniable, dried stickiness on their skin. He looked down at the top of Mok’s head, a slow devilish grin spreading across his face as the memories of hours ago came rushing back.
He reached down, his hand sliding under the duvet to find Mok’s hip, giving it a firm, waking squeeze. "Morning." Rome rumbled, his voice deep with sleep.
Mok let out a muffled groan, his face still buried in Rome’s neck. He shifted slightly and the feeling of the dried mess between them made his brain reboot instantly. He went stiff, his eyes snapping open against Rome’s skin.
"Oh... oh no," Mok whispered, the realization of their "sleeping dirty" situation hitting him in full force.
"Oh yes," Rome corrected, his voice full of suppressed laughter. He didn't let Mok move, instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around him, keeping him pinned. "I love this Rome, please don't stop Rome, it feels so good Rome…" He said, teasing Mok.
Mok’s face turned a shade of red. He tried to scramble back, but Rome held him tightly. "Don't... don't talk," Mok squeaked, finally managing to roll off and bury himself under the duvet, pulling it over his head until he was under the fabric. "I was half asleep. I didn't know what I was saying."
"Really?" Rome teased, propping himself up on one elbow. "But you seemed pretty sure of yourself when you were riding me. You were quite the boss at 4 in the morning."
"Why are you blaming everything on me?" Mok’s muffled voice yelled from under the blankets.
"I am not. Who said I didn't enjoy each and every second of it?" Rome laughed, reaching over to tug at the edge of the duvet. "Come on, come out. We need to shower. Unless you want to stay like this? I’m fine with it, but I think you’re starting to crust over, baby."
"You are disgusting." Mok yelled, kicking out blindly under the covers.
Rome just laughed harder.
The laughter died down as Rome watched Mok try to disappear into the pillows. The teasing had been his way of handling the intensity of what they’d shared, but seeing the genuine vulnerability in Mok’s eyes made his chest tighten with something much heavier than humor.
Rome reached out, his hand large and warm as he gently gripped the edge of the duvet and peeled it back just enough to reveal Mok’s face. He didn't pull away this time. Instead, he leaned over, bracing himself on his forearms, framing Mok’s head.
"Hey," Rome said, his voice dropping from the playful teasing into a soft hum. "Look at me."
Mok peeked up, his lashes still damp and his cheeks flushed. He looked small, messy, and completely cherished. "You're a jerk," he whispered, but there was no bite in it.
"Maybe," Rome admitted, a faint tender smile touching his lips. He reached out and traced the line of Mok’s jaw with his thumb and his gaze turned incredibly serious. "But I meant what I said last night. All of it. I’ve wanted to wake up with you like this for so long."
Mok’s posture softened. He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding, his hand coming up to rest over Rome’s on the mattress.
"Let's go wash off the night," Rome murmured against his lips, his voice gentle and grounding. He sat up and offered a hand to Mok, his expression open and honest. "And then I’m going to make you breakfast and we’re going to figure out exactly how we’re going to do this every morning from now on."
Mok looked at Rome’s hand, then up at the man who had finally stopped holding back. He reached out, his fingers locking firmly with Rome’s. "Okay," he whispered, a small genuine smile fell on his face. "Every morning. I like the sound of that.”
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