Renjiro's POV
I told Kaein to come inside, my voice barely above a whisper, though my chest was pounding with a different kind of thrill. "Come in… wait with me," I muttered, pretending my voice shook from what that demon did last night. My heart didn't shake. My body didn't shake. But pretending it did… well, that gave me an excuse to have him here, in my living room, close.
He crossed the threshold, careful, cautious, eyes scanning me as if he could read past my act. I gestured toward the chair across from mine. "Sit," I said, pretending exhaustion. "Just… stay until I fall asleep."
Kaein obeyed immediately, settling into the chair, his posture relaxed but alert, like a predator at rest. I stared at the floor, faking that tremor in my shoulders, a shadow of fear from last night that wasn't really there. I needed him here. Needed to feel his presence, needed to see the small, careful movements he made.
I tried to steady my breathing, slow and shallow, and finally whispered, "Go… pick a book, read. Keep me… company." My words were soft, hesitant, but inside, I was grinning. Inside, I was thinking about everything I wanted to do if he leaned just a little closer, if his gaze lingered a fraction too long.
Kaein walked over to the shelves, fingers brushing along the spines of old books, flipping one open. I watched him, pretending my eyelids drooped, pretending I was vulnerable, exhausted, still trembling from the demon's assault. The demon hadn't touched me, not really but Kaein… Kaein made me feel a warmth I couldn't deny.
Minutes passed. I didn't move. I let him read, let his soft murmurs fill the room. His presence was intoxicating. I felt my body relax just enough to let the charade continue. His eyes flicked up occasionally, watching me, checking I was really sleeping, and each glance made my blood run hotter.
I murmured under my breath, just enough for him to catch, "Don't… go…" and let out a soft sigh, pretending exhaustion. But I wasn't tired. I was waiting. Waiting for the moment he leaned too close, the moment the tension in the room shifted and the game became something else entirely.
The chair creaked softly as he adjusted, book in hand, eyes scanning the pages while also watching me. I fought the grin that threatened to break my act.
I finally let my eyes slip shut. Pretending, just for a moment, that I could fall asleep.
I smiled under my eyelids. Tonight, the act of vulnerability wasn't a weakness. It was the weapon. The tension, the teasing, the quiet power exchange Kaein had no idea just how much control I had over this moment.
And as my breathing slowed, pretending to drift into sleep, I heard him whisper my name. "Renjiro…"
I smiled and let the darkness take me, knowing he'd stay until I truly fell asleep. Pretending trauma, feigned weakness, and all the while, craving the only person I wanted in that room.
And just as I let myself slip fully into the act, he stepped out, he lit a cigarette and fuck revenge for now he looked so good so I sent my hand into my trousers and of course, the door creaked. Timing, of course.
Kaein stepped back in, cigarette in hand, eyes immediately finding mine. His jaw was tight, tension radiating off him in quiet waves.
"You–" he started laughing , "haha , were you just about to jerk of thinking about me"
"No, no I mean.." he kept laughing and somehow it pissed me.
I walked closer, slow, careful, letting him feel my presence. "You really need to stay put," I said. "Restless, distracted, craving a smoke. You're not going anywhere. Not until we're done."
He groaned. "I'm not.."
I placed my hands lightly on his chest. I didn't press, just enough to make him aware of me. His body stiffened immediately. Every part of him resisted, every twitch betrayed the struggle he was having.
"You're crazy," he muttered, half frustrated, half amused.
"I know," I said. "And you like it."
His lips twitched. He tried not to grin, tilted his head, and muttered, "You're sick."
"Maybe," I said. "But you deserve this. A little reminder that being this hot warrants all this and you deserve whatever I feel like giving tonight."
His body shifted subtly under my hands, stiff and reluctant. He wasn't relaxing, but he wasn't pushing me off either. He was aware, painfully aware, of the pull between us, of the tension, and he was fighting it.
I rolled my hands slowly over his chest, brushing toward shoulders.
"Stop," he said.
"Stop what?" I asked. "Me? Never. You're literally asking for this."
He tried to shift, trying to push past me, but I held him lightly, playful but firm. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against his cheek, jaw, lips small, teasing touches that didn't commit but demanded attention.
"You're turning me on stop," he muttered, voice low and raw.
"Yeah I know ," I said, rolling my eyes, "that's my job."
His hands twitched under mine, resisting lightly. I whispered, leaning in just close enough to make him tense, "Think before you step outside again. Consider that some consequences… can be fun."
He exhaled sharply, frustration clear in his eyes, muscles tight, fingers flexing. Every flicker of resistance, every micro-expression told me he wanted something he knew he shouldn't take.
"Renjiro," he said, warning tone, voice raw, "this isn't a game."
"Oh, Kaein," I said, smirking, "everything with you is a game. You just need better rules."
He groaned, jaw tight, lips twitching. I kissed his cheek lightly again, then pulled back to watch him. His gaze followed me like I had gravity. He tried not to acknowledge it, tried to look annoyed, frustrated, controlled. But the twitch in his fingers betrayed him.
We circled each other like that, teasing, taunting, tension stretched tight, humor and sharp remarks punctuating every second, until the faint smell of smoke drifted under the door again.
He glanced at it, cursed softly, then back at me. He didn't move. I leaned in closer, whispering, "You're not going anywhere. Not yet. I'm not letting you."
His eyes met mine, sharp, acknowledging defeat without words. A small smirk of mine crossed my face, and then the sharp click of the front door downstairs reminded us both: nothing tonight would be simple.
I smiled, quietly, because if nothing else tonight, this was fun. Watching him struggle, resisting, biting back, and knowing he wanted me wanted attention, wanted a fight, wanted control was intoxicating. And just az
he thought I was done I sent my hand and grabbed his already very hard dick.