Through the mirror, Đông Anh caught a hazy glimpse of his own body in the throes of pleasure. His hips were moving shamelessly, thrusting back in rhythm with the man behind him. His cheeks burned red, his head tipped back, lost in the frenzy of lust. And there, his lips had parted, spilling out ragged, obscene moans.
In that instant, Đông Anh squeezed his eyes shut, desperate not to see himself so wanton in the glass. Turns out, even with the cross pendant stripped away, shame and guilt still found a way to slip into his mind. They hid well, tangled up in the slap of flesh on flesh, until they vanished completely beneath Dung's groan:
"Ahhh… Damn it, this is fucking insane!"
Dung panted hot against Đông Anh's ear after their wild bout. His head slumped on the boy's shoulder, his whole body fevered, pressed tight against the slick, sweaty back in front of him. He slid his arms around, cupping Đông Anh's chest, fingers teasing playfully at the pink tips.
"Have you gotten that out of your system?"
"You tired already?"
Instead of answering, Dung spun Đông Anh around to face him. Then he dropped to his knees, guiding Đông Anh's hands into his hair.
"Knew you wanted this back at the army camp," Dung said, grinning up, teeth flashing.
"Then don't you dare disappoint me." Đông Anh shoved Dung's head down against his junk.
It didn't take long before the broken moans came spilling out, beyond control. Đông Anh gripped Dung's hair tight, lips curling into a satisfied smile. To be the one looking down from above—at the man on his knees, bowing low, serving him with everything—God, it was delirious joy.
That frenzy inside Đông Anh dragged up bolder, wilder urges, pushing him to take the reins. With a sudden shove, he knocked Dung flat onto the bed, then climbed on top.
"You maniac," Dung laughed, thrilled, letting himself be pinned down, wrists locked tight against the sheets. His body jerked with every fierce drive from the boy above.
"Út!" Dung hissed, when Đông Anh sank his teeth into the inside of his thigh.
Look at Đông Anh now—the seminary boy stripped of his cross, turned into a real devil. And the more debauched he looked, the more Dung was hypnotized, driven half insane. Lost in the haze, Dung groaned, "Tonight, I am yours."
"Eyes and lips, here for you. Don't wait.
That kiss—I've been craving for hours.
Fingers, don't you turn away.
Take my hand and lead me through the longing."
(Song: Hãy yêu như chưa yêu lần nào by Lê Hựu Hà)
After the storm of passion, a sweet ballad floated from the radio, softening the room thick with the scent of desire. Đông Anh lay face-down on Dung's chest, his eyes hazy, unfocused.
"Has your fever burned out yet?" Dung asked, stroking his hair.
"Then what about you, back to your senses?"
"What for? Once I'm sane, how can I stay in bliss?" Dung chuckled, running his hand over Đông Anh's back. "Still burning up. Guess you haven't let all the fire out yet."
This time, Dung rolled Đông Anh over, pressing slow, teasing kisses onto his lips.
"How many more times till the fire's gone?" Đông Anh asked.
"Once, twice… maybe ten times. You game?"
Đông Anh had already picked up that sly half-smile of Dung's. He flashed it right back, then leaned up to catch his lover's mouth in another hungry kiss.
On the radio, the love song played on, smooth and tender:
"Let's love like we've never loved before.
Let's give each other all the sweetness in the world.
Let's ride to the edge of the sky,
And dream this dream of love forever…"
Still lying facedown, Đông Anh propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes darting toward the vanity table and its mirror.
"Dung… Dung…" He shook the man beside him.
"What is it?" Dung jolted awake, one arm slung protectively over Đông Anh's shoulder, eyes scanning the room like a soldier on guard.
"Nothing happened," Đông Anh reassured him. "I just… can't find my necklace."
Dung let out a breath and flopped back onto the mattress. "The night's not even over. Why rush to look for it?"
"I'm not used to it. Feels like something's missing…" Đông Anh's hand instinctively brushed his bare collarbone.
"Who gave it to you?"
"The seminary. If I don't keep it safe, I can't go back."
"So the night's not done and you already want to leave me for God, huh, Út?" Dung teased, pinching his chin.
"Ow!" Đông Anh swatted Dung's hand away, trying to sit up but a sharp ache below made him groan. Dung chuckled, laying a playful hand on his backside, stroking gently.
"First time always hurts a bit more. You'll live, sir."
Face buried in the pillow, cheeks burning, Đông Anh muttered, "Go find it for me."
"So you're still giving me orders? I figured you'd put me in a new position." Dung grumbled.
"I can't walk."
"Why not?" Dung asked with a wicked grin, already knowing.
"Just do it! Stop asking."
"Yes, sir."
Dung planted a noisy kiss on Đông Anh's cheek before hopping off the bed. After rummaging around the table and corners, he called out:
"Út, maybe you threw it out the window in the heat of the moment?"
"You're the one who took it off."
"Nope—your own hands did that. Funny how memory fails you right where it counts!"
Reaching behind the table, Dung fumbled around for a bit before pulling out the necklace. Grinning, he dangled the pendant in front of Đông Anh.
"So without this, you can't go back to seminary, right?"
"Not exactly. It's more like… a reminder."
"A reminder?"
"It reminds a disciple to keep himself pure, with his eyes always on God."
At that, Đông Anh rolled onto his side, his head propped up by his hand, with his elbow resting on the mattress. His body curved in a languid line, bare to the hip, the rest only half-covered by a careless sheet.
"Damn it… tempting me again?," Dung muttered, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He opened his palm, necklace glinting, and scolded:
"You want to stay pure, yet you throw that sinful body in my face?"
Catching sight of himself in the mirror, Đông Anh shook his head with a shy smile. He yanked the blanket over his head, leaving only one hand sticking out to snatch the necklace back.
"Flash it all you want, then hide? Trying to torture me?" Dung dove into the bundle of sheets, grabbing, groping, tickling everywhere. "My Út's gone bad. Don't even think about keeping that body chaste now."
Beneath the blanket, Đông Anh shivered under Dung's touch, yet clutched the necklace tight. The pendant pressed deep into his palm like a reminder: "Return to God."