Kao's lips parted from Mok's. Mok's split lip glistened with moisture.
They paused briefly to catch their breath, their noses nearly touching. Kao's fingers brushed gently over the cut on Mok's lip.
Mok's entire body burned with heat, and his unbuttoned shirt clung tightly to his skin.
"Mok…" Kao's voice sounded low and full of longing.
Mok let out a quiet hum. "Mh…"
Kao's hand slipped through the opening of Mok's shirt, tracing the exposed skin.
That only made Mok blush harder. Kao's fingers lightly pinched the tip of his nipple before lowering his head and licking it softly.
The towel around Mok's waist slipped onto the floor, unnoticed by him.
Kao kissed him without restraint.
Steam from the warm water fogged the mirror. Through the blurred reflection, Mok could see his own hands tangled tightly in Kao's hair as Kao continued teasing his nipples.
Kao rested one hand on the tip of Mok's other nipple, while his tongue continued wetting the skin. Mok closed his eyes, unwilling to open them. He was having a difficult time controlling himself.
The unfamiliar sensation scattered Mok's thoughts completely.
"Shit… It's hot. I want to stop him, but I can't…"
His heart pounded heavily inside his chest.
Kao leaned closer and whispered, "Mok…"
Then he gently bit his ear.
Mok couldn't force his eyes open, yet Kao kept staring at him. Seeing Mok's shirt hanging half open, Kao hurried to lick along his neck and shoulder, leaving faint pale marks behind.
Mok's skin burned with heat, damp with sweat.
"Mok… you're making me hard."
Coaxing his chin upward, "look at me…"
Mok slowly forced his eyes open.
As they stared at each other, their heartbeats echoed through the silence, mixed with uneven breaths.
Kao took Mok's right hand and guided it across his body.
The suit clung tightly to Kao's skin because of the zippers. Mok's fingers brushed against his chest, lingering there for a moment. Even through the fabric, Kao's body was more than enough to turn Mok on. He swallowed hard before tracing lower along Kao's strong arms and finally up to his neck.
Kao lifted Mok's palm to his lips.
He still couldn't get enough of saying Mok's name. He whispered it again and again before slipping one of Mok's fingers into his mouth.
"Shit… Kaopun…"
Kao pulled Mok closer to the washbasin, one arm wrapped securely around his waist to keep him from slipping.
"Wait…" Mok gasped softly.
But he pretended not to hear him and continued kissing along his neck.
When Kao finally lifted his head, their eyes met once more.
"Kao…" Mok's voice came out low as he bit down on his own lip.
Still, Kao's hands continued roaming across Mok's body, nearly reaching the waistband of his pants. As he tried to undo the button—
Mok quickly grabbed his wrist.
Kao looked at him silently.
"Mok…" He stepped closer until only inches remained between them. Their hips collided softly in the narrow space. "You're hard…"
"So are you."
Kao's hips pressed against Mok's, shifting urgently again and again until it was impossible to ignore. Their skin rubbed together as Kao's hands braced against the cold white tiles of the washbasin, while Mok gripped Kao's waist tightly.
"Then… I…"
Kao's hand slid lower, fingertips pressing gently against Mok through the fabric. Just as he almost reached the zipper, Mok slapped his hand away.
"Ouch..."
Kao rested his head against Mok's shoulder, suddenly unable to continue.
"Does he hate me? What did I just do?"
Kao shifted his head from Mok's shoulder to his neck. "Do you hate..." His words broke off.
"Not here…"
"What?" Surprised by those words, Kao blinked.
Tilting his face up, their lips hovered just inches apart. He tried once more to capture Mok's lips, but Mok's hands blocked the advance, forcing Kao to create some distance between them.
Mok glanced toward the locker room door, which was still slightly open.
"It's not even safe here. Is he an idiot?"
"So what do we do?" Kao asked.
"You're asking me? How would I know? Who started this first?"
"Mok… don't say that." Kao sounded almost desperate. "Why are you saying that?"
Still holding Mok's hand, Kao leaned closer, trying to kiss him again.
Mok smacked his hand away.
"No. It's not like you didn't hear what I said."
"…You win. I'll go take a shower and come back."
Kao was definitely pouting. Even as he walked away, his expression clearly showed he didn't want to leave.
Then he suddenly turned back with a grin.
"Come take a bath with me."
Mok picked up the towel from the floor and threw it straight at Kao's face.
"Fuck off."
Kao pulled the towel off his head. "Khap—"
He paused before starting to remove part of his suit.
"At least help me unbutton this."
Mok shot him a sharp glare, already knowing exactly what would happen if he got closer.
Before Mok could throw something else at him, Kao ran for his life.
The moment Kao disappeared, Mok clutched his chest tightly.
Thump... Thump...
"I can't believe what I just did."
He touched his forehead.
"Still hot…"
Mok stared at himself in the mirror. He adjusted his shirt before slowly buttoning it again. Before finishing, his fingers brushed over the spot where Kao had licked him.
Unable to hold himself up for a second, he leaned heavily against the washbasin.
"That was a close call. I almost lost my—"
He quickly straightened himself and lightly tapped his cheeks.
Splash...
Mok hurriedly washed his face, but the moment his gaze drifted downward, he froze.
"I'm hard…"
Embarrassment rushed through him instantly, making him sprint toward another washroom.
A car entered through the entrance of K9.
A pair of black shoes stepped out as someone opened the door for him.
He wore a pale violet shirt paired with white pants. The top buttons of his shirt were left undone, exposing part of his fair chest. His shoulder-length hair was neatly tied back.
His gaze settled on the K9 logo. Standing there quietly, he removed his pale gold sunglasses.
"It's been a while," he muttered in Japanese.
A small smile appeared on his face as he walked inside with light steps.
Spotting someone holding papers near the front desk, he approached casually.
"Hi, can I ask where the owner is?" he asked in English.
"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"
"Oops, I don't." He smiled lightly. "But I personally know the owner. You can just tell him."
"Then… I'll need to ask who came."
"Just tell him Mamushi is here."
The girl paused for a moment after hearing that name.
"Can you wait here for a second?"
She guided him toward a seat before hurrying inside.
As she walked away, she glanced back once more.
"Mamushi… where have I heard that name before?"
Her pace quickened as she rushed off to inform Samy.
Mamushi remained seated quietly for only a few minutes before eventually standing up again.
His eyes wandered around the building, carefully scanning the surroundings until his steps suddenly came to a halt.