A romantic candlelit dinner inevitably involved red wine, so on the way back, the car was filled with a faint, mellow aroma of alcohol.
Cohen Phillips had only taken two sips and wasn't prone to getting drunk easily, but now he felt inexplicably lightheaded.
Perhaps it was because of the man leaning against his neck...
Baldur Morgan wasn't drunk either.
Sensing his underlying nervousness, he gently squeezed his palm.
"Baby..."
His eyelashes fluttering, Cohen lowered his gaze.
"Are... are you drunk?"
"Heh heh..."
Baldur Morgan chuckled, straightened up, and stared intently at him.
"No."
Meeting his gaze, Cohen Phillips shifted slightly away.
Baldur Morgan, who had already abandoned any pretense of being civilized, fueled by a touch of alcohol, saw the storm of desire in his eyes blazing fiercely.
Watching Cohen Phillips shrink away from him like a startled little rabbit, the smile on his lips grew even more profound.
The car stopped at the entrance of Baldur Morgan's home.
Eager to escape the dangerous atmosphere inside the vehicle, Cohen Phillips quickly pushed the door open and got out.
The cold wind dispersed much of the heat, but his nervous heartbeat only quickened.
Baldur Morgan wrapped his arms around him from behind, his tone thick with excitement.
"We're home..."
"Baldur... Ah!"
He had barely uttered the name in a trembling voice when the next second, the world spun.
He was hoisted over the man's shoulder. He struggled.
"What are you doing? Put me down..."
Baldur Morgan strode into the house, heading straight for the upstairs bedroom.
Tossed onto the soft bed, he bounced a couple of times before Cohen Phillips could prop himself up, glaring at the man standing by the bed.
This guy... he keeps reshaping my perception of him!
This feels like a ruffian's behavior!
Doing this so suddenly makes me feel like I've been kidnapped!
Baldur Morgan was, at his core, a dominant beast.
Being glared at by such captivating eyes made his primal blood boil.
He knelt on the bed with one knee, pinched Cohen Phillips's chin, and kissed him hard.
"Mmph!"
In the fierce entanglement of lips and tongues, Cohen Phillips gradually succumbed.
His arms lost their strength, wrapping softly around Baldur's neck.
Baldur Morgan took off his coat, his sweater, leaving only a thin base layer.
Cohen dodged slightly, lifting his watery eyes.
"I need to shower..."
Baldur Morgan scooped him up horizontally and walked towards the bathroom.
"We'll shower together."
After the shower, Baldur Morgan carried Cohen Phillips back to the bedroom.
The beast, caged for twenty-eight years, was finally unleashed, indulging freely in the feast that belonged solely to him.
...
...
In the end, Cohen Phillips was crying pitifully, tears at the corners of his eyes as he passed out...
Beast!!!
Baldur Morgan held his treasure, who was still whimpering in his sleep, his heart aching.
He gently stroked his back.
"Sleep well, my good boy."
"Wah..."
Cohen Phillips let out a low moan and fell into a deep sleep.
Baldur Morgan got up, went into the bathroom for a warm, damp towel, and wiped him down.
He felt his forehead – the temperature was normal – and breathed a sigh of relief.
He then wrapped him in the blanket, moved him to the sofa, changed the bedsheets, carried him back to bed, slipped under the covers, pulled him into his arms until they were inseparable, and closed his eyes to sleep.
In the morning, Baldur Morgan woke first.
The person in his arms was still asleep, his body temperature normal.
He gently kissed Cohen Phillips's forehead, then reached for the phone on the nightstand.
He had turned his phone off after posting on WeChat at the cinema yesterday.
Now, as soon as he turned it on, a pile of messages and missed calls popped up.
He ignored them all, sent a message to his assistant saying he was taking the day off and to reschedule his work appointments.
Finished, he tossed the phone aside, hugged his treasure tightly, and closed his eyes contentedly.