Bast gently laid Kai down on the bed, treating him with care despite the fire simmering in his eyes. Kai looked up at him, his cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. His drunken gaze was hazy—but undeniably alluring.
"You're so strong…" Kai murmured, slowly sitting up and placing a kiss on Bast's chest. His fingers traced the lines of Bast's muscles, his touch igniting every nerve.
Bast's breath caught. He pulled Kai close, and as their bodies pressed together, he helped Kai out of his shirt. The warmth of Kai's soft, bare skin against his own made Bast's control slip, piece by piece.
Kai tilted his face up. Bast whispered, "Open your mouth…"
Kai obeyed, and their lips met again—hungrier this time. Bast's tongue explored, and Kai met him eagerly, licking softly, losing himself in the rhythm. Their kiss deepened, both of them drunk—not just from the alcohol, but from each other.
Bast's hands slid down, unbuttoning Kai's pants, taking his time. He slowly removed his own too. Kai's face flushed a deeper shade of red as he tried to look away, but Bast smirked.
"We've seen each other like this before," Bast murmured, his voice husky. "But tonight… it feels different."
Their bodies burned under the dim light, and nothing else mattered.
Kai lay down on the bed, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hazy from the drinks, but filled with emotion. Bast leaned in and kissed his neck softly, murmuring, "You look even sexier when you're drunk."
Kai's voice came out low, almost a whisper. "Why are you always so angry with me...?"
Bast kissed him again, deeper this time. "I've always loved you," he said quietly. "I'm sorry for how I've acted."
Kai wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding Bast like he never wanted to let go. Bast lowered his lips, kissing down Kai's waist, then lifted his legs gently, trailing kisses along his thighs. Kai's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping.
"You're mine," Bast said against his skin, voice rough but tender. "No one touches you except me."
Kai looked into his eyes, his voice trembling but sure. "I'm all yours… Do whatever you want."
Bast turned to the drawer, pulled out a condom, and looked back at him. Kai met his gaze and whispered, voice husky, "I want it rough… Give me harder…"
Bast's smirk was full of hunger and affection. "As you wish, my baby. "Call me Daddy"
Kai's lips curled into a daring smile. "Daddy…"
Bast leaned down and kissed him with all the passion he'd been holding back.
The room was quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the night and the sound of their breathing. Both Bast and Kai lay there, bodies covered in sweat, their skin still warm from the heat they had shared.
Kai rested on his side, silent for a moment, before speaking with a low, thoughtful voice. "What is our relationship, Bast? People see us as father and son… but after what we did… what are we now?"
Bast paused, then gently leaned forward and kissed the back of Kai's shoulder. He shifted closer, turning Kai's face toward him and kissed his lips tenderly.
"I don't care what people say or what they think," Bast whispered against his lips. "You're mine… and that's all that matters to me."
Kai didn't respond. He stood up quietly and said, "I need a shower."
Bast rose from the bed, stepped behind him, and gently placed a hand on Kai's back. "What if we take a bath together?" he murmured.
"No," Kai replied softly.
But Bast didn't listen. Without a word, he lifted Kai into his arms and carried him into the bathroom. The warm light reflected off Kai's damp skin as Bast carefully helped him into the bathtub. The water lapped gently against Kai's body, making the faint scars on his chest glisten like silver threads.
Bast leaned in and kissed him deeply, his hands roaming, squeezing Kai's chest as his lips moved down his neck.
Kai whispered breathlessly, "No more..."
But Bast smirked against his skin and said lowly, "Just one more round, baby…"