Pitbabe S2, Chapter 22 pg 3

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 22 pg 3

   Less than three minutes passed, and the sound of footsteps outside gradually faded until silence returned. I felt like I could finally breathe easier, but for Babe, it probably didn’t make much difference. Right now, he was practically undressing me.

   “Can you not mess with my suit?” I grumbled, lightly swatting Babe’s hand. Of course, I got a big eye-roll in return, but it was a necessary trade-off. If I didn’t rein him in, Babe would do whatever he wanted until it became a habit (like always). “It’ll get wrinkled.”

   “Worried about looking good at a time like this?”

   “I don’t want to go back out there with crumpled clothes. It’s impolite.”

   “Ugh, Gentleman,” Babe teased, reaching to pull the toilet lid down before pushing me to sit on it. “Let’s see if you’re still worried about your suit getting wrinkled after this.”

   With that, Babe climbed onto my lap, and the kissing game, briefly paused, resumed without needing any warm-up. The sound of fine fabric rubbing together mingled with heavy breathing and the wet sounds of tongues in mouths. If anyone walked into the bathroom right now, they’d immediately guess that two people, bored with the event in the hall, had come here for some excitement.

   As our bodies moved with an irresistible urge, my mind started raising some intriguing questions: What are we doing? Is this really the behavior of people who’ve broken up? We kissed last time, and now we’re getting this physical again? When will Babe and I ever truly cut ties? And so many other questions that, if I dwelled on them deeply enough, might snap me back to reality.

   “Mmm…,” Babe moaned.

   But I chose not to think.

   I let myself go, giving in to the touch I’d been craving. The firm, enticing body on my lap had me completely under its spell, as it always had. From the first day we met, when neither of us knew who the other would become in our lives, to the days we could proudly call each other lovers, to now, when every encounter is laced with biting remarks—this has been a journey I never expected. But one thing has always been certain: no one else in this world could ever make me feel the way Babe does.

   “Keep it quiet,” I whispered softly, pleading as sweetly as I could. It might’ve been opportunistic, but if not now, I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to use this tone with Babe again. “If we get caught, we’re both screwed.”

   “Are we having an affair?” Babe chuckled.

   “For me, it’s not. But for you, I don’t know.”

   “Hmm… yeah,” the man on my lap hummed in his throat, his round hips grinding against my thighs. He was deliberately stirring something awake from its slumber—though, honestly, it had been awake since I caught his scent. Babe didn’t need to try hard with these things. He probably didn’t realize that, to others, I’m practically numb—unmoved, unexcited, unresponsive to sexual provocation. But with Babe, just his breath makes my whole body tingle. “Is this what you’d call an affair?”

   I didn’t know if it was true or just something Babe made up to rile me, but just hearing it was enough to spark an inexplicable irritation. I channeled that frustration by attacking his neck, wanting to go hard, to leave him in such a state that he wouldn’t dare face people. But then I thought better of it—those things would probably be trivial to Babe. Even if I left embarrassing marks all over his neck, the one who’d end up embarrassed would be me, not someone as shameless as him.

   Babe seemed relentlessly preoccupied with my clothes. Despite my initial protests, it was no use. He yanked the knot of my tie loose, pulled it until it lost its shape, and slid it off my neck. The top three buttons of my shirt were undone before Babe grabbed both my arms, pinned them behind my back, and used the same tie he’d just removed to bind my wrists to something on the toilet.

   “What are you doing?” I couldn’t help but grumble, trying to tug my arms free, but the more I pulled, the tighter the tie gripped my wrists. I had no idea Babe had such a knack for tying people up like this. “This is too much.”

   “Too much where? It’s fun,” Babe replied, slowly kissing along my jawline. His hot breath grazed my skin, his soft lips intoxicating, and his scent still lingered around me. Everything about Babe was so overwhelming that I forgot the discomfort at my wrists. “Not thrilling enough for you?”

   “Oh, it’s thrilling alright, but like this, I can’t do anything.”

   “What do you need to do? Just stay still.”

   “Stay still, my ass.”

   “Don’t be so greedy,” the beauty whispered in my ear, his giggling laughter sending shivers down my spine. He was like a demon disguised as an angel, luring a simple village boy like me to fall for him, offer my life, and then mercilessly slaughter me. “We don’t have much time, and the space is tight. Let your big brother handle this.”

   Truthfully, I wasn’t a fan of Babe calling himself “big brother.” One, it made me feel more like his little brother than his lover. Two, he only called himself that when he wanted to tease me, not out of affection. Still, it was better than the usual “ku” and “mung” he threw around. I once asked him to switch to “ku” and “mung” as “darling” and “honey,” and he agreed (with some grumbling) because I was serious about it. But that lasted one day. I had to ask him to go back to the old terms because every time he said “darling,” I laughed so hard I couldn’t focus on the rest of his sentence, which was a communication disaster.

   Babe seemed insatiable for kisses, like no amount was ever enough. He pulled away briefly to catch his breath, only to dive back in, repeating the cycle, making satisfied noises in his throat while rubbing his hips against my midsection, as if reminding me he hadn’t forgotten but wasn’t ready to act on it yet. Meanwhile, I was practically going insane with torment.

   “I never thought I’d run into you here,” Babe whispered against the crook of my neck. He nibbled lightly, and I was sure it’d leave a mark for all to see. I just hoped it wasn’t too high for my collar to cover. “But I’m glad we met. Even if you came here for connections, not for me.”

   “Really?” I asked softly. “You’re really glad we met?”

   “Totally.”

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