forum I Hate You, Yet. . . I Still Feel the Attraction. . . (Closed with knightinadream) (1/1) (MxM)

Started September 13, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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"I do," He mused, "It's one of the many things I'm great at." From bossing people around to fixing ties, he could do it all. He even can stare at Roazin's lips while biting down on his own. The man was just full of talent. Part of him wasn't sure if he'd like it if Roazin would ever try to boss him around. It'd be cute to see the other man try that's for sure.

Adonis hated this feeling he had. Everytime he looks at Roazin, everything in him would change. He only ever wanted attention from him. Whenever Roazin would look anyway, he'd wilt from the lack of eye contact. Feeling his skin on him was more thrilling than anything. All that was left in his body was buzzing with the need to pull that man by the tie so their bodies would be pressed up against each other.

In his head he already imagined having his tie wrapped around his hand while they…No. Nope. Never. No way in hell. God no, he cannot let that thought continue. If his parents even knew how he felt, they would've been on their way home right now. His father would more than gladly drag him out of this charity event. Both of his parents didn't want a repeat of James Ryding, especially if it was Roazin.

Before he knew it, his wrist was in Roazin's grasp. Like a Greek statue, he froze. This wasn't good. The air around him was getting hotter and hotter. His hand trembled. Not that Adonis hated the way Roazin held his wrist. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew his cheeks were turning pink or that his breathing grew heavier by the second. Somehow he found himself staring at Roazin's lips while closing the space between them. His lips quivered as he removed his wrist from the man's grasp. The moment he pulled his hand away, he stormed out of the event hall and headed to the men's restroom.

Roazin could feel his face heat up at Adonis’s words, the blush darkening and growing, spreading across his cheeks and towards his ears. His eyes flicked to the other mouth, noting the way he was biting his lip. He was unsure whether Adonis liked bossing others around, or just him. Roa wasn’t one to boss people around, though he didn’t always like being bossed himself. But, he had his moments. There was an exception to every rule.

Roa’s skin itched and burned, not an unpleasant feeling he noticed. Wherever Adonis’s skin touched his, it lessened to a pleasant warmth, one he craved. He shivers slightly, not moving away from Adonis. His gaze flicked to the other’s eyes, staring at him. He sucked on his lower lip slightly. He was unsure of what exactly was happening right now, but he wanted. . .

He swallows, casting his gaze away for a moment and then back to Adonis. He couldn’t help looking at him. This was bad, not Adonis. He couldn’t feel like this around him. Under different circumstances, Roazin wouldn’t mind. I mean, Adonis was incredibly hot. If it was anyone but Adonis, Roazin may give in to his feelings, but he couldn’t because it was Adonis.

Roazin sucks in a breath, he hadn’t meant to grab Adonis, and now that he had, he felt his control slipping. His emotions were getting out of hand, and he could tell some were on his face. A flash later his face went blank, void of emotion. It was the best way he could control himself. But Adonis moved closer again, and Roa noted the direction of the other’s stare.

He lost control again, his eyes burning slightly, shifting to a slightly darker shade of Amber. His eyes always gave away so much emotion. The moment was shatter though, when Adonis pulled away, his wrist slipping from Roazin’s grasp. He sucks in a breath, something like disappointment washing over him as he looked at Adonis’s retreating form. He takes a step forward, moving to follow the other man. He had too many questions, and he would get his chance to ask them.

His mind started to seal parts off as a red alarm went off. All that he could hear was either his rapid breathing or his heartbeat. His feet started to drag despite himself wanting to hide. Adonis was mostly confident that he wasn't having an attack. It was just confusion. Sure the air was getting hotter and he was mere seconds away from creating a massive scandal. For the record, it was all Roazin's fault. He just had to have that sparkling look in his eyes. Don't even get Adonis started on how the man parted his hair or the fact that Adonis wanted to be the reason why it'd look all messy.

The only thing Adonis was supposed to be feeling when it came to Roazin was hate and frustration. It was what his parents had condition him to do. He wasn't sure if his parents would be more upset over him having any kind of perception of the other if it didn't involve the hate they had taught him. Both of his parents could care less about who was seeing, but he knew that they prayed for anyone but Roazin.

Only when he reached inside of the men's restroom did he notice the other man following him. As he turned around to close the door, he gently grabbed him by the wrist before pulling him inside. In an instant, he let go. He splashed some cold water on his face. When he looked into the mirror, his eyes flickered back to the other man. The cold water was useless.

Gripping the sides of the sink, he asked, "What?" His knuckles turned white before releasing. Thousands of questions ran through his mind. He wanted to know every single thing. Most of them weren't even about himself. All he could ask was, "Why are.you here? Why did you follow me?"

Roazin hated the sight of Adonis walking away. The man should be walking closer. Not away. That was why he followed him. That was why he didn’t resist when Adonis pulled him into the bathroom behind him. Which wasn’t Roazin’s goal, but it was better than what he had in mind. Which was to stand outside the door like a lost puppy and wait for Adonis to come out and acost him then. But this was better.

Though now he was mentally panicking and staring at him as the splashed cold water on his face. He watched the droplets roll down his face and drip off into the sink. He caught Adonis’s gaze in the mirror and he felt his face flame up again. He looks away again, his gaze falling to the floor.

He tucks his hands behind his back again, fidgeting with his cuff links once again as he stares at the floor. Jesus, someone help me here. . . He looks back up at Adonis, still watching the water roll down his face. He wallows and moves backward, away from Adonis slightly. Yet, he was still sating, “Fucking christ. . .” He mutters. His gaze follows the water and then settles on Adonis’s lips.

He stares at the reflection of Adonis’s mouth. It looked perfect, not exactly soft but close. He sucks his lower lip between his teeth slightly, chewing softly. His gaze flicks up to meet Adonis’s in the mirror. There wasn’t much water on his face any more, which stopped distracting Roa from the other’s gaze.

He could tell the other had questions, and Roazin didn’t exactly know the answers to the ones asked. “I-. . . Um. . . I don’t know.” He clears his throat.

Panic attack or confusion, he had no idea. It was hard to figure it out when your supposed enemy keeps staring at you. Getting his mind off of it, he stared back at Roazin's lips. The moment he wondered what they would feel like against his, he looked away. Adonis returned to splashing his cave with water. The only reason why he stopped was because of all the things he imagined while his eyes were closed.

He scoffed at the other's response, "You don't know." With his hand hung heavy, he shook his head. "You don't know…" Adonis didn't believe him. After the close proximity, ties, wrist grabbing, and following him to the restroom, he doesn't know. His grip on the sink tightened. The bleakness of the porcelain contrasted with the heat from his hands. It wasn't enough to get his mind off of…everything.

Releasing his hands, he shoved them in his pockets. On his left heel, he turned around then leaned against the sink. Strands of his hair fell out of place. His chest heaved with every long slow heavy breath. His gaze lingered on the other man who stood staring at him. Adonis would've asked another question, but he figured there was no point. The way Roazin's eyes appeared, he could only get a mere glimpse of what was going on inside the man's head.

"What is it?" Adonis asked while tilting his head. "I swear to God if you don't say something, I will-" What was he going to do? He bit on his bottom lip. With a shake of his head, he sighed, "Forget it. What's on your mind? Tell me everything or I'm leaving." He would do it. Adonis would leave and not drag Roazin with him. God forbid they'd have to repeat this cat and mouse game of theirs.

Roazin bites his lip, unsure of how to answer Adonis’s questions. How did he answer the question? ‘Hey, I’m super attracted to you and I can’t help but stare at your lips every time I see you.’ He didn’t know how well that would go over, even worse so how well the fact that he wants to kiss the other man just to experience how his lips really felt against his own.

Roazin sucks harder on his lip, his brain helpfully supplying a picture for him. Adonis pushed against him, with his own back to the wall. His lips on his own. He shoves the thought away, but it comes back with more force. He turns away, his back to Adonis and his hands runs through his hair, mussing it back onto its ‘natural’ state. Messy, tangled and wavy.

His breathing is quick and ragged, unsteady as he tries to catch his breath and clear his mind. He couldn’t stop picturing kissing Adonis. He wanted to kiss Adonis. Or, moreover, he wanted Adonis to kiss him. He chews harder on his lip, staring at the wall.

He turns back around, facing Adonis. “I- You. . .” He didn’t know what to say, and how to say it. He chews on his bottom lip again for long moments, trying to figure out what to say. He could feel Adonis’s gaze on him. His eyes flick up to meet the other man’s.

“Um. . . I. . . That-“ He swallows, “You- you’re. . . Um. . .”

He groans in frustration softly, unable to get the words out while Adonis was looking at him like that. He looks away, “You’re incredibly hot- Like-“ He feels the blush spread across his cheek and to his ears, a warmth he wished didn’t give away his embrasement as he looks back at Adonis.

All he could think of when looking at Roazin was making out with him. Suit jackets on the floor, loose ties, messy hair, and panting in between kisses. But it was all in his head. What he was doing now was waiting for Roazin to speak. It was hard to not get distracted by the man's mannerisms that may or may not have made Adonis more attracted to him. Did this guy have any idea how hot he is? The anticipation was killing him, but soon enough, his eyes widened at the man across from him.

Oh. My. God. Roazin thinks he's hot. Not even that but incredibly hot nonetheless. Adonis stood there with jaw slightly hung open. His brain couldn't compute this. He knew he was hot. When you're mother is the most gorgeous actress in all of South Korea and in the world, it makes sense. He was given compliments all the time. It was normal. He loved it, yet he only ever smiled and would say a thanks before moving on with his life. But what Roazin said was completely different. His heartstrings were pulled. Those words were enough to make him blush. He even tugged at his shirt, trying to get a breeze going.

The time he stared down at the floor felt lik an eternity. He laughed softly. When he lifted his chin up, he asked, "Did thee Roazin Demcrius just call Adonis Maeng incredibly hot?"

Just as he did moments ago, he went over to stand right in front of the other man. Except this time, Adonis gently cupped Roazin's cheeks. The heat from the man's delicate skin pressed against his palms. He had no plans to move away anytime soon. Even if he just stood there holding his man's face, it'd all be worth it to him.

He hated the fact that those words were enough to calm him down. He hated the fact that he had nothing to say despite the fact he had so much to say. There's also the fact that he knew barely anything about Roazin aside from the fact that he's hated this man since he could remember and his nickname. He hated how he wanted to kiss every single inch of the man's skin he could.

"You are so fine like a Prince Charming or…I- Well I-" God, did he really not know what to say? Absent-mindedly, he used his left thumb and began to brush Roazin's bottom lip. He was staring at it too. The moment he realized this, he muttered an apology before staring into those amber eyes.

Roazin felt his face flame even more, Did I just say that? Yes. Yes I did. Holy. . . He clears his throat, staring up at Adonis. “I- um. . . I did. . . Didn’t I?” He blushes more and looks down at the floor, kicking his toe into the tiled ground. He suddenly found the squares more interesting to look at than the other’s face. Which was absurde, because Adonis’s face has been the thing of his dreams for. . . Well, a while now. Which is even crazier, because he was so sure he hated the guy.

Roa jumped slightly at the other man’s touch, his gaze flicking up to look at him. He leans into his touch ever so slightly. He knew why, but wished he didn’t. In this moment, he wished he had the balls to shove this man away. But Adonis was too hot and sexy to do that to. Like, really hot and sexy.

Jesus fucking christ. . . Save me form this-

Or maybe he didn’t want to be saved. Adonis was hot, and generally seemed like a nice guy? He didn’t know. He knew nothing about the other. He was unsure as to why he had to hate someone he didn’t know. But he was raised that anyone with the Maeng name was to be hated no matter what. But if he made out with adonis, could he really still uphold his father’s expectations and hate him? He stares at the other, his gaze full of confusion and turbulence as his emotions overtook him again.

He closes his eyes, hiding the emotions and enjoying the sensation of Adonis’s hands on his face. He could fall in love with the touch. He knew this would be one of those moments he not thought about just before he fell asleep. ONe he would use as a harbinger of good dreams instead of bad ones.

He feels his face heat more under Adonis’s light touch. Those words should not be doing to him what they were doing right now. He should not find them sweet and endearing. He should not find them amazing. He swallows, he should hate this. But he couldn’t.

He blinks and before Adonis could pull his thumb away, he bites lightly at it and meets his gaze, his own amber ones now glittering with amusement.

“You should have known a little better than to put that there. I have a habit of chewing on my lower lip and anything in the way. Or sucking on it.” What the fuck was coming out of his mouth right now? He still some how managed to Keep Adonis’s thumb in his mouth, still staring at him.

It was difficult for him to resist any of this. Roazin was just too perfect. Too hot, too handsome. Sometimes Adonis felt like he was being driven wild just by thinking about this man. Rivalry or not, he couldn't stop thinking about him for a while now. At the last event, all he could think about was making out with Roazin. He was supposed to be hating him. In some ways he did. Adonis hated the way he wanted to be more than just enemies. He hated how much he wanted to leave this stupid charity with Roazin right now.

He wasn't sure what he was doing. If his father walked in on them, the old man would be fuming. Thinking about it made him even more excited, but also anxious at the same time. The Adonis Maeng has his waist pressed up against Roazin Demcrius. Both families would be livid at the sight of it. They'd be more furious over the things Adonis was thinking at the moment for sure.

A soft gasp left him when the other bit his thumb. It was light…soft even…He just wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that he liked it. Now, from what his father had told him, he shouldn't be liking this since it was the Demcrius boy who did it. Adonis never expected that he'd like getting bitten by his long time rival.

There was too much going on. Too much for him to dissect quickly. Roazin was staring back at him with his thumb in the guy's mouth. Something about his enemy's gaze fanned a flame inside. God, he hasn't seen such a view. He knew what he was going to do. Yes, he had a strategy. After all, Adonis always gets what he wants.

"Go on, keep it there…" Adonis smirked. His left hand left Roazin's cheek, traveling down to undo the tie and the first three buttons on his shirt. "Cause I won't kiss you…not on your lips…yet at least. Roa, you have to ask me nicely." He kissed Roazin's earlobe before making his way down to the man's neck. While he was kissing his neck, he pulled the man's shirt up from under the waistband.

His lips left the soft skin. Adonis smiled as he breathed deeply. "Are you going say something to me, Roa?" He asked. Softly, he moved his thumb up and down inside the other's mouth. He always gets what he wants. "I know there's something you want from me, Roa, but can I give it to you?"

He started to toy with one of the dress shirt buttons on Roazin's shirt. His lips puffed out as he stared at it. "What is it that you want from me, Roa?"

Roa felt his blush finally reach his ears and slowly make its way down his neck. Why the hell did he find it hot that Adonis was bossing him around? He swallows, staring at Adonis. He lightly presses his tongue into the pad of Adonis’s thumb. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to please Adonis.

He feels the man undoing the tie, and he squeaks softly. He feels a slightly tug on his shirt, and then cool air hits his overheated skin. He bites down slightly on the others thumb subconsciously, meaning to bite down on his own lip. He sucks in a breath through his nose, still biting down on the other’s thumb lightly.

His eyes darken slightly more, his pupils dilating as he hears Adonis’s next words. He wanted to kiss the man already. He lets out a soft whine, closing his eyes. Jesus, he sounded needy. Was he needy? He never thought he was, but Adonis was showing Roa parts of himself that he didn’t know existed.

He shivers, feeling the other man’s mouth on his ear lob and then making its way down his neck. He feels his shirt being pulled from his waistband and he sucks in another sharps breath, cool air brushing against his skin again. He shivers, his breathing heavier now as he opened his eyes again, staring at Adonis.

What the hell was happening right now? What was he doing with Adonis? He was going to get murdered if he was caught. But he didn’t really care at the moment. He was enjoying himself, having fun for once. His hands move to Adonis’s hips as he sucks on the other thumb again, pulling them both backwards until his back hit the wall.

He hesitates, still looking at Adonis. “I-“ He could feel Adonis moving his thumb, and it was distracting. Incredibly distracting. Every thought he tried to put together into words shattered.

“I. . . Um. . . What do you. . .” He makes a soft, whiny, frustrated sound.

“What do you want?” He finally manages to ask, his eyes focusing on Adonis’s face.

Anytime Roazin did the smallest thing, Adonis swore his heart stopped. Every little whimper or bite left him wanting more. He couldn't get over the way the man blushed. Feeling him shiver at his touch made his heart dizzy. There wasn't a single thing that he couldn't get over.

What does he want? Everything, honestly. He wanted to take Roazin by the hand and get out of this place. They could go to his room, watch a movie, and make out. To kiss Roazin was one of the many things he wanted. Adonis couldn't remember the first time he thought this. It had been a while for sure.

Time. Adonis ultimately wanted time with Roazin. It would take ten minutes for his mother to realize that he wasn't there in the event hall. She really didn't worry about him, especially if she was out talking to friends, but he knew that she'd keep an eye out. His father would take longer. The old man could care less unless he found out that his son was with Roazin. Adonis had no clue how long it would take for Roazin's parents to realize that he wasn't there. Neither of them shouldn't gamble on this.

Adonis kissed the other's earlobe while gradually moving his thumb. When he stopped, his lips hovered over Roazin's ear. "I want you," He whispered while he moved his thumb, "I want to know what you want. I want to be yours. I want to kiss you. I want to be with you, and I want to see you again. I don't want us to be enemies anymore."

Slowly, he removed his thumb. While he enjoyed the sensations, he needed to use his hand to check the time on his smart watch. After seeing the time, he turned his wrist for Roazin to see. "Ten minutes, that's all we have for now. Tell me what you want, we make out, I leave, and you wait a few minutes to go…that way neither of our parents will suspect a thing."

Not even a second later, he added, "Roazin, you have to talk to me otherwise I'll just go back to what I was doing before or instead I might just leave…" Adonis began to loosen his tie with one hand. His other arm was pressed against the wall. Very slowly did he start to undo every button on his shirt but purposefully left one in the middle alone.

Roazin stares at Adonis, a soft sound in his throat. The other’s mouth against his ear was a feeling he was dead ass in love with. He wanted more of it. Speaking of want. . . Adonis wanted him. Those words sounded amazing, like music. He presses his tongue more firmly against Adonis’s thumb, sucking slightly. He then sucked slightly harder, biting down gently while still making eye contact.

“What I want?” He mumbles around the thumb in his mouth. What did he want? He knew he wanted Adonis. He wanted to please Adonis, see him happy and satisfied. How did he put that into words? While sounding very simple in his head, he wondered how the words would sound in reality. “I. . . Want to please you?”

Damn, it sounded like a question. Like he was unsure of what he wanted. But he didn’t know if he could repeat the words, make them sound more sure of himself. He looks down for a moment, closing his eyes. He then looks back up at Adonis for a moment.

“I don’t either. . .” He whispers, though his amber eyes flash with fear for the briefest moment. Fear of his father. He squeaks softly when Adonis pulls his thumb from his mouth, not liking the motion. He leans forward, as if to chase the appendage with his mouth only to lean back when he notes Adonis is looking at the time.

Time, holy shit. . . How long has he been gone? Not too long, his father hasn’t texted him. The man will always text before looking for him. He looks at the time. He had plenty, though from Adonis’s next words, it seemed the man was on a time crunch.

He clears his throat, “To make you feel pleased. . .” He whispers, hesitantly meeting his gaze.

He notes Adonis unbuttoning his shirt, though he leave one intact and Roa itches to just tear it apart. To see and feel the others skin beneath his hands. To know how warm it is, whether it’s smooth or has scars. To know if it’s pale like his own, or tanned. Or just a darker skin tone. He wants to see it all.

He hated that despite being alone with Roazin, half of his mind was worrying about being caught by either his parents or Roazin's. Rarely does he ever get away with anything around her. He didn't fear her as much as he did with his father, but rather, he feared her reaction…her thought of them together and him above all. She would notice something soon. That was inevitable.

Thankfully the other's words brought him back to reality, helping him avoid letting himself boost his own anxiety. For the smallest moment, he wasn't concerned about families, rivalries, and time. The man was just happy to know that Roazin felt the same way he did.

As Roazin's gaze met his, a soft smile settled on his face. Excitment made his heart buzz amongst other things. He wasn't even smiling just to be flirtatious or anything. Something about Roazin telling him what he wanted was enough to make him smile. Even if it was just a few words, it was more than enough for him.

"You want to please me?" That's it? Adonis couldn't help but feel a little bit confused. Roazin wanted to make him feel pleased? Would he want the same thing for himself? As per natural of his own nature, he did want to feel pleased, although he gave some concern about the other man as well. It sounded slightly out of character for himself, but he would soon deviate back into his good old self again.

"I don't think that's all that you want," He whispered while lightly tugging in the last button, "Surely, there must be something else." Leaning in, Adonis pressed his lips against Roazin's. It was slow and steady. His hand steadily crept up the other's chest. It was as soft as his lips. Everything was smoother than silk. His touch melted from the warmth.

As much as he wanted to linger with the kiss, he broke away. Those few seconds were all that he was going to give for now. (Hopefully not for long.) He let his hand wander all over Roazin. It trailed up and down his chest then went uo to brush through his hair. Gazing down at the remaining button on his shirt, Adonis's lower lip puffed out as he stared back at the man. He's not going to move a muscle till Roazin does. Nope. If Roazin wants to get what he wants, he'll have to do it himself.

Roa paused, feeling as if he’d said something wrong. He bites his lip, hesitating as he looks down at the floor. He swallows, “I mean. . . Um. . .” He swallows and looks back up, shifting his feet.

“I want. . . You?” He whispers, looking back up at Adonis. And that was true. He wanted the other man. Desperately. And perhaps this was why he had a hard tome avoiding the man. Always pulled toward him by some invisible force.

Roa gasps softly at the feel of Adonis’s lips. He feels himself practically melt into the other, his hands sliding up from the other’s hips and into his hair. His eyes close and he presses against Adonis, kissing him back.

Roa blinks his eyes open, looking at Adonis when he pulls away. “Why-“ He bites his lower lip, sucking on it agains as he stares at the other.

Why would Adonis pull away? It felt too good, it was too perfect. Was he bad at kissing? He never thought so, but maybe Adonis thought differently. He huffs softly, a frustrated, grumpy kind of sound. His hands slide down and under the other’s shirt, feeling his skin and the warmth radiating from it. His fingers dig into the flesh slightly, pulling Adonis closer.

“Don’t stop-“ He mumbles, tipping his head back and reaching slightly, trying to meet Adonis’s lips with his own again. “Please. . .”

Adonis brushed through Roazin's hair while staring into his eyes. God only knows how long he had wished, waited for this moment to happen. I want you. Those words felt too good to be true. Like it was all a dream. He worried once the moment was over, he'd wake up in his bed and none of it ever happened.

"I want you, Roazin," He sighed. Not that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss him, but Adonis wanted to be with him. It wasn't the fact that he was going crazy with every single stare or whimper. There was so much more to them and he wanted to be with Roazin to find out why.

Quickly, he set a timer on his watch for seven minutes. That should plenty of time for them and hopefully enough to save himself from his parents' wrath. He didn't want to think about them, especially when Roazin's hands on his chest were making blush. But if he wanted there to be a next time with the other man…

His right hand returned to cupping the other's cheek. The side of his thumb brushed against the side of the other's cheek. He smirked, "Well, since you asked so nicely…"

It was difficult to hold back the eagerness. Just as he finished saying the last syllable, his lips pressed against Roazin's. He had no plan for them to pull away till the timer on his watch would go off, but that wouldn't be for a while. For now, it's just him and Roazin. There was no space between them. His face was flushed. He practically melted into the warmth of the other man.

Roa relaxes slightly at Adonis’s next words, his eyes closing. It felt unbelievably good to hear those words, that his feeling’s weren’t one sided. That would be unbelievably depressing. One sided feelings were never the best. They tend to lead to broken hearts and unnecessary pinning. Which Roa would do because he’s a fucking idiot.

Roa watches him set the timer, slightly upset they they even had to have a timer. That they had to hide. He looks back at Adonis, his fingers lightly trailing down the man’s chest to his stomach, feeling the contour of the muscles there. He bites his lip slightly, chewing on it for a moment.

He looks back up at Adonis, leaning into the touch on his cheek. He liked the soft, gentle touch, it felt good. Better compacted to most physical contact he had these days. He smiles softly, closing his eyes for a moment and enjoying the touch.

At the light press of the man’s lips against his own, Roa presses forward, one arm looping the other’s neck the anchor himself as well as pull himself up towards the other. The kiss felt amazing. Definitely one of the better ones Roazin had experienced. He never wanted it to end. Though, the timer would eventually go off, so Roa planned to enjoy himself as much as possible.

A shaky breath left him. All he could feel were the butterflies in his stomach, heat, and Roazin. His hand touched Roazin's lower back, fingers curling into fabric. Adonis couldn't be more closer to him than the way they were now. To be in this little world of theirs, he loved it and he didn't want to step out of it. Even the worry of parents and time faded away.

It was the two of them. Adonis could be himself without any worry. All he ever needed was right in front of him and God did the man feel so good. Not just the pillowy feeling of Roazin's lips, but his skin, hair, touch and the way he sounded. Roazin fulfilled all of his senses without even trying. He only hoped that he was doing the same for the man. The thought of pleasing him in every single way possible became a pleasure for himself.

Restraint held him back. He knew that if his kisses were to speed up then they would be going over the timer. Adonis's hands slipped underneath the man's jacket and shirt to let himself sink into this moment. Very very gently did he bite Roazin's lower lip. Perhaps next time they wouldn't have to worry about anything and he wouldn't have to hold himself back so much.

Roa shivers, the light press of Adonis’s fingers into his lower back. He pulls back slightly, taking a breath and staring up at Adonis, his green eyes bright. Face flushed, breathing already heavy. He leans in again, his hands sliding forward to lightly grip the other’s waist.

He was happy to be here, in this moment. With Adonis. He would have been happy if it were with anyone, but being here with Adonis was euphoric. It was amazing. Anytime Roa had tried to be with anyone else, it was awkward and clumsy and made him feel incredibly stupid. But here, it felt natural.

Roa lets his hands slide up Adonis’s back, feeling the bare skin there and relishing it. It felt warm and (assuming he has no scars?) smooth to the touch. His fingers slide into the slight indent of the man’s spin, tracing it up and down slowly.

He leans into the other’s touch, murmuring the other’s name against his lips, only for his lower lip to get nipped a moment later. He blinks once in surprise, and then relaxes, a soft sound in his throat.

For that split second, he opened his eyes. His right hand cupping Roazin's cheek. God, there was nothing more that Adonis wanted to see than how the man in front of him was. The light in those green eyes took his breath away. His chest heaved while watching Roazin doing the same. What a sight to see. When they continued, he just kept on wanting more. More kisses, more breathing, more whispers of his name, more of Roazin's touch, his sound.

A pulse vibrated against his left wrist. Adonis kissed Roazin one more time before pulling away. "Ahh shit," He panted whole looking at the timer on his watch. After turning it off, he gazed back at the man against the wall. The way he was messy only made him want to keep on going. He wanted to get that shirt all wrinkled while Roazin kept whispering his name. It sounded better coming from anyone else.

But he wanted to not die from his mother's (or even his father's wrath) because he needed to do this with Roazin again. It wasn't even just the making out or anything. He just wanted to be with him and he wasn't going to wait for another charity ball to see him.

"This isn't over," He sighed. Reluctantly, he took a step away from Roazin. He began to straighten himself up. After buttoning his shirt, he held out his right hand, "Give me your phone so I can give you my number. Come on."

Roa was enjoying being pressed against the other man, and when the other pulls away, he’s disappointed. He looks down, swallowing and slumps back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Heavy, fast and shallow, his breaths panted in and out as he stares at the floor. His fingers dig into the other’s flesh for a moment before slipping away and he drops his hands to his sides.

He was mildly upset with the fact that their time was up, and wanted to scream at the fact that it all had to stop. Why couldn’t he enjoy something for longer than ten minutes? Why did something always have to hold up a veto stamp and veto his fun? He just wanted to have something he could enjoy. something that was his and his alone and no one could take away.

He stares back at the other, chewing on his lower lip for a long moment. His gaze slides down the other and then back up, swallowing. The slightly ruffled hair, the shirt pushed back revealing the others stomach, the labored breathing trying to steady itself. Roa could get used to a sight like that, but he also wanted to get used to the man himself.

He lifts his gaze to meet Adonis’s and he realizes he knows nothing but what his father has told him about the guy. He wanted to know Adonis, it wasn’t fair to hate someone he didn’t even know. Someone who didn’t deserve his hate, or dislike. Someone who he’d just made out with seven solid minuets. Very unfair.

He blinks, his hand going to his pocket where his phone rested. “Um-“ The father that Adoins did ask more like order, registered in his head and he pulls the device from his pocket, handing it to the other.

“Here-“

The longer Adonis stared at Roazin, the more he wanted to say fuck it and keep on going. He wanted to push that man against the wall. He wanted to kiss every single inch of Roazin's skin. It was not the impatience driving him made, it was the fact that he missed hearing Roazin moan and whimper. He couldn't decide if he wanted to lock the door or run away with this guy.

But he couldn't do any of those things. He knew the horror that is his mother's concern would put everything down the drain. Most likely she would kill him if she knew then she would get Roazin's parents to kill their son.

He yanked the phone from the man's hand without saying a word. By creating a new contact, he just put his initials "AM" above where his number was. Then he handed the phone back.

"You better text me after this," He said while buttoning up Roazin's shirt. "I want you, I want to get to know you, so you better text me. Got it?"

Adonis didn't even wait for a response. Leaning in, he gave Roazin another kiss. His heart flipped. Before he could say or do anything else, he went to go splash some water on his face then left. Even was he walked back to event, his lips were still buzzing.

Roazin makes a small sound as his phone is yanked from his hand, not a squeaks, but a surprised sound nonetheless. He looks down at the screen, watching Adonis type his number in. He takes the device from the other and slides it into his pocket. Looking up at Adonis, Roa was quiet as the man buttoned up his shirt, enjoying the feeling of the others fingers when they brushed his skin slightly.

Roa nods, “That sounds more like an older than a request.” He murmurs, tipping his head to the side slightly and smiling. His green eyes were bright, happy for once instead of dull with boredom.

He smiles into the last kiss for a moment, kissing the other back and following him to the sink. Watches Adonis for a moment and then splashes water onto his own face. “I’ll text you later, you don’t need to worry.” He chuckles softly, taking a towel and gently wiping his face.

He turns, watching Adoins leave and starts counting in his head. Once he reaches five-hundred, he walks out of the bathroom, looking around. His gaze lands on his father, who was busy talking to someone else. He sighs softly, blending back into the crowd, though he can’t help but cast his gaze about for Adonis.

Luckily neither of his parents were greatly concerned about his whereabouts. Despite his cheeks still flared up, his mother smiled at him and patted him on the back. "Everything alright?" She asked. Adonis brushed his hands against the sides of his legs while nodding and smiling.

Even when he was standing next to his mom talking to some boring old man, his heart was racing. Frankly Adonis wouldn't be able to tell anyone what was being discussed. All he could think about was Roazin. Every single thought was tied to that man one way or another. Half of them were about making out with him and daydreaming making out or doing more than that.

He just was unable to stop thinking about Roazin. It came to the point where he'd look down at his smart watch and tap on the screen every couple seconds. When no one was looking, his mother lightly grabbed his wrist in order to get him to stop. Adonis sighed as he looked up. His eyes gazed around looking for him. Only when he found Roazin, he had to look away.

It was weird. At these events, Roazin was an afterthought. Adonis was conditioned to only hate the man anytime he ever thought about him. Even then, he was supposed to hate him. Now everything had changed. He wanted to take Roazin out on dates to nice restaurants or at home watching a movie. It didn't matter to him. All he wanted to do was to be with Roazin.

Roa’s gaze landed on the other man, and he watched as the other watched Mrs. Maeing, his mother, talk to an older man. His gaze flicks down for a moment, noticing the restless movement of Adonis’s wrist. The other kept checking his watch, so many times in fact that Adonis’s mother grabbed his wrist to prevent him from doing so again. Roa knew his father would have slapped the ever loving shit out of him for doing that. He barely got away with fidgeting with his fingers or cuff links. Ceaselessly checking his watch or phone was taboo to his father. It made him think that Roa didn’t care what was going on in his surroundings.

He kept staring at Adonis for a moment, and when his gaze caught with the other man, he tilted his head ever so slightly and then looked away, his feet moving of their own accord to bring him next to his father. His father’s hawk like gaze lands on him, narrowing slightly. The man grabs his shoulder, guiding him a few feet away from the crowd, “Where were you.”

Not a question, a statement. Expecting an answer, and an honest one. Roa swallows, pulling away from the other man’s touch, but not too much. Not enough to seem like he was fighting against his father, but enough to stay away from his contact. He looks at his father, “I was in the restroom.” He murmurs, keeping his voice low and quiet.

His father’s lips press into a disapproving line, “For ten minutes?” He murmurs, his voice harsh, but too quiet for anyone else to hear.

His face pales slightly and he tucks his hands behind his back, pulling at the cuff links. “There was someone else in there before me, Father. I had to wait.” He keeps his gaze focused on his father, unwavering. If he looked away, or anything else, he would be caught in his lie and then he would be screwed.

His father frowns and stares at Roa a moment longer and then turns away, “You’re lucky the Maeing boy didn’t make any bets while you were. . . indisposed.”

Roa nods, finally dropping his gaze to the floor. He was glad his father had not notice that Adonis was gone the dame amount of time as him, or gone at all. He moves away from his father, moving towards a smaller group of people. A few other young men his age whom he knew on the barest of levels but still ‘‘hung out’’ with to please his father.

One of the men looked up, “Roazin!” He was the son of the hosting family and his sister was not to far away, her gaze distant. Day dreaming, as she always did. Roa had to say the man, named Moore, was his only true friend. His sister was also pleasant company. Though he had seen her suck up to Adonis a few times.

He smiles, “Moore, wonderful event your parents are throwing. I’m going to guess it was your sister to pressed for the Maeing’s to be invited?”

Moore rolls his eyes, “No, actually, my mom thought to invite them herself.” Roa raises an eyebrow and then shakes his head, facing the main group, getting ready to kiss ass.

When the man had left, Adonis's mother turned to face him. There was a cool yet suspicious look in her eyes. She always did that everytime she donned on a thin smile. He knew that look for as long as he could remember. What made it more anxiety-inducing was that he could never tell what it was for. When he was five, it was because he didn't do as he was told. Then there was what happen with James a few years ago. Her expressions could mean anything.

Her cold hand touched the side of his face. "You were gone for a while," She whispered in Korean, "Are you alright?"

Adonis tried with every ounce of his being to not look at Roazin. Without saying a word, he nodded. If he spoke, he worried that he would give himself and Roazin away. Worst part is he didn't need to say anything in order to make that happen.

Hyejin bit the inside of her cheek while squinting at her son. In the corner of her eye, she looked over at the Demcrius family before smiling back at Adonis. She brushed through his hair a couple of times. "No you are not. Is it the anxiety? Is it warm in here?" The actress cupped his face before he shook his head.

She frowned, "Adonis Maeng, you were gone for almost ten minutes and look a little bit disheveled and tired. What is going on?"

Again, he shook his head. "Eomma, nothing's wrong. I just don't like these events…that's all." Gently, he removed his mother's hands from his face. In a split second, he saw Roazin talking to Moore. He sighed then returned to staring at his mom. "Everything's alright."

By the way she took a step back, he could tell that she wasn't fully convinced. Although he wanted to protect the secret that is him and the son of the Maeng family's number one rival family, he didn't care. Even she looked over herself before saying, "At least those Demcriuses didn't try to out bid us. Soon we'll win and then we can go home. Easy."

One of the other boys reaches out and pats Roa's shoulder, "Ah, you finally degin us with your presence! How gracious of you." The boy grinned at Roa and looked him over.

Before he could comment on anything, Roa flashes a smile, carefully removing the other's hand from his shoulder. He didn't really want to be touched by anyone other than Adonis at the moment. He could feel his skin was slightly warm, and he has to stiffen his back to not look over at Adonis.

Moore laughs and leans in, whispering into Roa's ear, "I know how much the Maeings bided on something. Come, write a check. It will infuriate them."

Ria looks over his shoulder at Adonis a challenging grin on his face. Like normal. He could pretend nothing happened. Like he and Adonis hadn't made out for seven minutes. He looks away, his gaze going to the project both families were after. Or more over, Roa's father wanted because the Maeings wanted it.

Ria reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his cheek book and pen, humming. There was something he liked about this auction. You didn't make any bet you couldn't pay. Instead of sitting in chair and holding up a sign with how much you'd pay, you would write a check and slip it into the box. You would add more checks as the event went on. You weren't really supposed to know how much other people were bidding, but the person with the most money on an object wins. And all the checks get cashed and the money goes to whatever charity they were raising money for.

Roa looks at Moore, "How much?" He murmurs.

Moore lusts off a number and Roa resists the urge to whistle. He shakes his head and starts writing on the paper. Tearing it off the stack, he walks over to the box. He looks up, waiting until he met Adonis gaze and holding it, that challenging grin still on his face as he slipped the paper into the box.

Just because he and Adonis now had. . . He didn't know what they had, to be honest, didn't mean Roa was going to don't try to out bid him. He enjoyed it but he had also seen the gleam in his father's eyes the last time they lost. The past event where his father didn't get what he wanted. He had seen the gleam again tonight in the car on the way here. He had known what would happen if they lost again.

He looks over to his father, who was watching him closely. The man's eyes flick to Adonis, the look on his face was the one he had when trying to solve a puzzle. While Roa knew he was good at pushing the right buttons when lying to his father, Roa didn't think Adonis knew them. Ria would have to tell him that. Somehow.

After a long moment of thinking, he pulls his phone out, looking at Moore and walking back to him. He wanted to tell his friend what had happened, but it wasn't just his secret to tell.

He clicks on Adonis's contact and hits message. He stands for a moment before sending what could be perceived as a random fact. The hawk loves to watch his prey. He never misses a sign in behavior, he will wait until he knows the patterns, and when they change, showing his prey's weakness, he will strike.

Very cryptic. But Roa knew his father was the hawk and the prey was currently him and Adonis. His father was smart, quick with his mind, and while he hadn't yet noticed anything off with Roa, he'd noticed Adonis. All it would take is one slip up.

His father knew about Roa's and Adonis's parlays. The taunting and glares across the room. The moments when they spoke being tense and full of. . .

And now that Roa thought about it, the both of them had always been attracted to each other. Like magnets. If Adonis didn't find Roa, Roa found him. But the only reason his father didn't figure it out was because they hadn't known. Hadn't known they had the hits for each other. He laughs, assumedly at something onenif the other boys said and makes a quick reply. Something about cake on a ceiling.

The hots for each other. Jesus, they were screwed. If they weren't very careful, this palace of cards would topple down so fast. And Roa would be left standing when th a million paper cuts.