Let me be...

Your favorite toy

How the time he spends with his angel without having s*x isn't awkward, Dark doesn't know.

At this point, he is convinced that he's just grown used to it; that being in a silent room with another man is just the same as being in a s*x shop.

The woman by the cashier doesn't stop giving him dirty looks, but he doesn't mind anymore.

He just buys the stuff and goes back to his car.

This time he is forced to drive because he got so distracted with messaging a certain man that he forgot about buying a present for Luke's child.

However, visiting a s*x shop and a toy store right after isn't a good idea and he finds out until a nine-year-old is staring right at the plastic bag he's holding, trying to peek inside it.

Mark notices his presence quite late and desperately hides the plastic bag in the one made of paper that he's just got, mixing everything together.

With an apologetical smile to the mother beside him, Mark leaves the place.

There is no traffic on the streets, which causes him to arrive soon again.

Craving for his angel's body makes him take the bag from the passenger's seat carelessly and walk to the usual room without hesitation.

The heart attack happens when he puts the bag on the bed and sees a teddy bear holding a bottle of lube.

As funny as the scene may be for anyone else, it doesn't make him laugh at all.

After writing a mental note that reminds him to wash the teddy before going to the party, he separates the items.

Nonetheless, there's no time for him to go back to his car and he's forced to hide the bag beneath the mattress before the door of the room is slowly opened.

"Hi." Corey salutes while locking them both inside.

Dark, after kicking the box slightly with his foot, smiles at him.

His client does not notice it and he is glad for that.

"So... Do you come here often?" he asks as he walks closer to the other man, getting a giggle in return.

"Are you going to give me a tour or something?" The green haired man says mockingly, not expecting at all the serious response that would follow.

The red-haired man abruptly pins his companion against the wall behind him.

"This surface right here is said to be soundproof."

"Oh, really?" Corey asks with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah." Dark groans against his neck before pulling him up, his companion's legs fitting perfectly around his waist as he moves on to the next location. "This is the bathroom." He indicates while sitting Corey by the sink counter, his back pressed against a cold mirror.

"What about that shower place? I've heard it's good."

Dark lets out a breathless chuckle, finally looking in the other's eyes full of lust. "I had something else in mind."

The curious question Corey was about to ask is soon replaced by blank thoughts and deep groans from his throat. His body is lifted up the counter and carried to the bedroom.

He takes a glimpse to some items on the bedside table but pays no mind as his complete attention is on his companion's actions.

"Is this going to have an extra cost?" The Irish man asks innocently after gulping, motioning to the handcuffs that hang from Dark's fingers.

The red-haired man answers with a slinky smile. "It's a courtesy."

The dim light is enough to guide the men to the bed and Corey is handcuffed to the headboard before he can protest about it.

Even though the tie that covers his eyes makes him look like a meek prisoner, he doesn't mind; as long as the emptiness in his soul disappears, he'd do anything.

The energy that flows in their veins intensifies with the smiles on their faces. It is something he never thought would think; but being f****d by a complete stranger does make his world spin and his lungs breathe.

As pleasure fades and their bodies collapse on the mattress, the sun falls.

With no way to stop it, the two men fall asleep; careless of their personal lives until an alarm goes off.

Corey silences his phone clumsily after noticing Dark is still there, looking quite calm instead of aggressive.

His blue eyes could stay on the other's perfect body, but he knows he can't stay longer.

There's a meeting with his parents he must not miss, and he knows perfectly that closing his eyes again will make him surrender underneath the sheets.

Thus, he gets up and puts his clothes on, careful to keep the marks on his skin hidden from the world.

Though the handcuffs left his wrists red, his clothes will keep them unseen throughout the day.

It's not until he's almost finished that he notices one of his shoes is missing.

When trying to remember, the only images that appear in his mind are sinful.

After shaking his head and looking around the room one more time, he decides to look under the bed.

His eyebrows furrow. Yes, he found his shoe, but he also found a paper bag.

The curiosity he feels is unbearable and, after sending a quick glare to make sure Dark is still asleep, he reaches for the unsuccessfully hidden object.

What was he expecting to see inside, he didn't know. However, surprise isn't the only thing on his mind when he takes out a teddy bear from the bag.

Although his eyes land on his companion once more, that doesn't help him to determine what his heart is feeling.

But at least he's feeling something.