Ahem, ahem...
Having finished cleaning the kitchen, Kewa Morgan came out, glanced at the affectionate young couple, and blushed.
"Well... Young Master, Young Master Cohen, I'm heading back to Morgan Manor..."
Feeling awkward, Cohen Phillips let go, trying to shrink back.
Baldur Morgan wrapped an arm around his waist, keeping him close and not letting him retreat.
He looked back at Kewa Morgan.
"It's a bit late. Have the driver take you."
"Alright..."
After she left, Cohen Phillips's shyness also faded.
He leaned on Baldur Morgan's shoulder,acting coquettish in a subtle way.
"Baby..."
Baldur Morgan held his soft, warm boyfriend, utterly charmed.
"Hmm?"
Cohen Phillips nibbled on his earlobe.
"If you take me home, when will I get to see you again?"
He gave a warning pinch to the soft flesh at Cohen's waist.
"We haven't even parted yet, and you're already reluctant to let me go?"
Cohen Phillips admitted openly.
"A little."
Baldur's heart melted.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll be a bit busy. If you're willing to come keep me company at work, you can see me every day."
"Never mind. I'm quite busy too. Have a bunch of drafts to finish."
"Ah, then there's no choice. If we can't meet, we can only call. If I finish work early and have no engagements, I'll come find you."
Cohen Phillips played with his hair, suddenly remembering some things he'd been curious about and searched online.
He slightly withdrew from Baldur's embrace, looking at him with a probing gaze, hesitant to speak.
Baldur Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"Say what you want to say."
"You..."
Cohen Phillips's fingers on his shoulder curled shyly.
He asked in a low voice, "Weren't you... unsatisfied? Don't you look forward to... the next time? Online they say men... once they start, they can't stop..."
Baldur Morgan's eyes gradually darkened.
"What websites have you been secretly browsing?"
He averted his eyes.
"Just looking around casually... Don't you have... for me..."
"For you what?"
His voice grew even smaller.
"An irresistible urge..."
Baldur Morgan tightened his grip on Cohen's waist, his tone thick and profound.
"I'd love to be unable to stop, but with your constitution, would I dare go too far?"
He threw his arms around the man's neck, wanting to slap his own face for the nonsense he'd spouted a minute ago.
Baldur Morgan hummed lightly).
"Your mouth dares to say anything, but when it comes down to it, you chicken out faster than anyone. Who taught you to only stir the fire and not take responsibility?"
Feeling guilty, Cohen Phillips squirmed in his embrace, clumsily changing the subject.
"I need to change and go home."
"Humph."
Baldur Morgan ruffled his hair.
"Go up and change. Bring my coat down."
Cohen Phillips scrambled up, glanced at the front of Baldur Morgan's pants, panicked, and ran upstairs.
He's already mine. I can't be so brazen and provoking anymore. Otherwise, I'll suffer greatly.
Baldur Morgan found it both amusing and exasperating.
He closed his eyes to calm his desire.
This fragile treasure... needs to be nurtured well.
On the way home, Cohen Phillips hung his head in embarrassment.
Only when they reached his doorstep, about to part, did he wrap his arms around Baldur Morgan's waist, tilt his little face up, and blink, silently asking for a kiss.
Baldur Morgan lowered his head and captured the soft lips, a brief taste.
"Go inside. Sleep early."
Dissatisfied, he forgot the self-admonishment from moments ago to be more reserved.
He grabbed Baldur Morgan's collar.
"One more kiss."
I won't get bullied right now.
Why be reserved?
Baldur Morgan laughed helplessly, pinned him against the door, and kissed him ferociously.
"Mmm..."
After a deep kiss, Cohen looked satisfied and happy.
He pushed against Baldur Morgan's shoulders.
"Drive slowly on your way back."
Baldur Morgan pinched his nose.
"I really can't do anything with you now."
A sly glint flashed in Cohen's eyes.
"I'm going in. Goodbye, baby."
"Go on, you little rascal."
Cohen Phillips opened the door and went inside.
The house was brightly lit.
Only Anthony Ferguson sat in the living room watching TV. Hearing the sound, he glanced over.
"Back, huh?"
He changed his shoes and walked over.
"Kerry isn't home?"
"Went back to Y City to discuss some business this afternoon. He'll be back in a few days. Didn't he tell you?"
"Ah, my phone was out of battery."
Cohen Phillips just remembered his switched-off phone.
He went back to his room to charge it, then came out to get some water.
Anthony Ferguson's gaze burned intensely as he looked him up and down.
"Went on a date with Baldur last night? Stayed at his place?"
He lowered his eyes to drink water.
"Mhm."
Anthony Ferguson crooked a finger.
"Come here."
Cohen Phillips went over with his half-glass of water and sat down beside him.
Anthony Ferguson reached out, hooked his collar, and peeked inside.
"Did you do it?"
He blushed in shame and clutched his clothes.
"What are you doing... Can't you have some boundaries?"
"Humph."
Anthony Ferguson crossed his arms.
"Weren't you also lacking boundaries when you asked about Kerry's and my private matters?"
"..."
He was at a disadvantage.
Anthony Ferguson leaned closer with an ambiguous look.
"How is Baldur in that aspect?"
Blushing, he pushed Anthony Ferguson away.
"Stop asking."
"Come on, what's wrong with chatting with your sis-in-law? But looking at your condition, you seem pretty good. Baldur isn't all show and no substance, is he?"
Cohen Phillips gulped down half the glass of water, couldn't help but defend Baldur Morgan, and muttered softly, "Of course not... I even passed out..."
"Huh? Passed out? Fuck! Isn't that too intense?"
Anthony Ferguson was shocked and pinched his arm.
"Or are you just too weak..."
He stood up in shameful anger.
"I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to shower and sleep."
Anthony Ferguson stroked his chin, watching his hurriedly retreating back with keen interest.
Our little cabbage can't be this incapable.
Wouldn't he be completely at the mercy of that big wolf Baldur?
After his shower, Cohen Phillips heard knock, knock, knock on the door.
He didn't even want to open it.
Anthony Ferguson has no sense of shame!
Knock, knock, knock...
Anthony Ferguson kept knocking, as if determined not to give up until the door opened.
Cohen Phillips patted his hot face and reluctantly opened the door.
Anthony Ferguson wore a mischievous smile and waved his phone.
"Want to see something good?"
Cohen Phillips's instincts told him it wouldn't be anything good.
He blocked the door firmly.
"I don't want to see. I'm going to sleep."
Anthony Ferguson stopped the door from closing.
"Tch, it's barely past nine. Why sleep so early? Let me tell you, if you miss tonight, you'll lose a big chance to gain the upper hand with Baldur."
"I don't want to gain the upper hand with him..."
Anthony Ferguson affectionately patted his face.
"You've had a crush on Baldur for so many years, finally got him. Shouldn't you hold onto him firmly? He's so tall and strong, and your body is so weak. If that aspect isn't harmonious, how can the relationship last?"
He wavered slightly.
Anthony Ferguson added, "Doing that with someone you like is wonderful. Don't be ashamed to talk about it. Like when Kerry and I are intimate, when the passion is high, we don't worry about the outside world either."
"......"
Speaking of that, even Cohen Phillips felt embarrassed for him and Kerry.
Half a year ago in Y City, when the hot spring resort wasn't fully built, only a few pools were open for trial.
Anthony Ferguson suddenly came to find Kerry Phillips.
The long-separated couple were like dry wood meeting blazing fire, in the pool...
Cohen Phillips was in another pool, separated by just a wooden partition.
He was so scared by these two bold people that he fled in panic.
For a long time afterward, he couldn't look directly at Kerry, who appeared reserved and steady on the surface but talked extremely dirty in private...