Asher's lips trailed from Noah's chest to his stomach, moving steadily lower.
Then his mouth found the curve of Noah's waist, kissing the hollow there.
Noah's body jolted.
Asher noticed his reaction.
He licked and nipped at that spot again.
Noah trembled once more, fingers instinctively clutching at the sheets.
His waist was sensitive too.
Asher's gaze darkened.
His tongue lingered in that soft dip, alternating between gentle licks and light suction.
Noah's body writhed beyond his control.
Finally, Asher straightened and reached for the coconut oil on the nightstand.
The moment he opened the lid, a sweet coconut fragrance drifted through the air.
He scooped some into his palm, warming it with his body heat until it melted, then reached down between Noah's legs.
His fingertip circled the entrance first, spreading the warm oil. Then he pressed in slowly, opening him bit by bit.
Noah's body went rigid. The sensation of intrusion felt strange.
When the preparation was complete, Asher withdrew his fingers. He coated himself with the coconut oil, and the sweet scent grew stronger.
Then he positioned himself at the entrance and pushed in slowly.
Noah's body tensed.
Even with thorough lubrication and preparation, Asher's size was still overwhelming.
He bit his lip, trying to adjust.
Asher eased in gradually until he was fully seated.
Noah could feel that burning presence inside him, stretching him uncomfortably.
Asher paused, letting him adapt.
Then he began to move, slowly.
At first, the pace was gentle.
But the feeling of being filled was too intense every thrust left him struggling to breathe.
Asher's movements gradually quickened.
With each stroke, the coconut scent intensified.
The sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, mingling with the ache in his body.
Asher moved faster, deeper.
The pain made Noah hold his breath instinctively.
His face flushed deep red, lips pressed tight, body unnaturally rigid.
Asher noticed something was wrong.
"Don't hold it in." His voice carried command. "You'll hurt yourself."
Noah ignored him, continuing to bite down on his lip.
Stubborn as ever.
Asher frowned.
He increased his force, thrusting hard.
While simultaneously lowering his head to bite Noah's shoulder.
Twin pains struck at once.
"Ah..!"
Noah finally couldn't hold back, a sharp cry escaping him.
His body relaxed, and he began gasping for air.
Asher released his teeth, glancing at the shallow bite mark on Noah's shoulder before continuing his rhythm.
The coconut oil's fragrance intensified with each vigorous movement, filling the entire room.
Gradually, something else began to mix with the pain.
Then suddenly...
"Ah... nn!"
Noah's voice pitched higher. Asher had found that spot.
It was a sensation he'd never experienced before.
Like electricity exploding from deep inside, coursing through his entire body in an instant.
The pain faded in that moment, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
Noah's mind went completely blank.
Asher began grinding deliberately against that spot, again and again.
Noah lost all control. Moans spilled continuously from his lips, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Each thrust pushed his body upward, his thoughts growing more and more scattered.
His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white.
Asher watched him like this, the darkness in his eyes deepening.
He increased his pace, each stroke precisely hitting that sensitive point.
The air was thick with coconut fragrance, mixed with sweat and the scent of desire.
Noah's moans grew louder. Something kept building inside him, fuller and fuller, about to overflow.
Then...
His body went taut, a violent shudder passing through him.
He came.
It was the first orgasm of his life.
Pleasure exploded through him like fireworks, leaving his mind utterly empty.
At the same time, Asher felt Noah clench tight around him, gripping him hard.
That sudden tightness made his breath catch.
But he didn't stop.
Noah's body, fresh from climax, was impossibly sensitive every thrust made him shake.
Asher lowered his head and captured his lips.
The kiss was deep, demanding.
Just like the rhythm below, giving him no chance to breathe.
Noah was kissed breathless, his body thoroughly undone.
He didn't know how long this went on.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly.
His mind had completely unraveled. All he could feel was that presence inside him, driving in and out, hitting that maddening spot over and over.
Finally Asher quickened his final thrusts, then buried himself deep and released inside Noah.
---
The room fell quiet.
Only the sound of two people breathing hard.
The air was heavy with coconut oil and the aftermath of what had happened.
Noah lay on the bed, utterly spent, traces of involuntary tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes.
He couldn't move at all.
Asher was still pressed over him, still inside him.
Noah could feel it still there, and... it seemed to be getting hard again.
Fear flickered through him.
They weren't going to continue, were they?
He really couldn't take any more.
"Pull out..." His voice was faint, rough with exhaustion.
Asher looked down at him.
Noah's face was streaked with tears, eyes red, lips bitten and swollen.
Noah felt Asher's gaze on him.
"Pull out..." he said again, even quieter this time.
Asher was silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew.
The instant he pulled out, Noah's body trembled, a soft grunt escaping him.
Something warm trickled out from inside.
Asher rolled over to lie beside him.
Noah's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
He was too exhausted.
Consciousness began to blur, sleep crashing over him like a wave.
Asher turned his head to watch him.
Noah's eyes could barely stay open, his breathing evening out.
He was falling asleep.
Asher felt somewhat exasperated.
Last time he hadn't cleaned up, and this time he seemed to have forgotten again.
He got up and gathered Noah, already half-asleep, into his arms.
Noah groggily opened his eyes. Being lifted made him slightly more alert.
"What are you trying to do now..." His voice was weak.
"Clean you up."
Asher carried him into the bathroom.
---
In the bathroom.
Warm water flowed over both their bodies.
Asher helped clean what remained inside Noah.
Noah leaned against him, body soft and boneless, completely drained of strength.
He rested against Asher's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
For some reason, this position made him feel... safe?
Noah cursed himself internally.
Safe? Really?
This was the man who had bought him.
The man who could do anything to him at any time.
What was there to feel safe about?
But his body was honest leaning into Asher's embrace with no intention of moving away.
When they finished, Asher carried him back to the bedroom and laid him on the bed.
Noah pulled the covers over himself.
Drowsiness surged back.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard Asher's voice through the haze.
He was on the phone.
"How is Grandfather doing?"
The tone was flat, emotionless. Not worried, more like a routine inquiry.
"..."
"Got it."
"..."
"Then deal with their people first."
Noah wanted to hear more, but he was too tired.
Consciousness sank into darkness.
---
The next morning.
Dawn was just breaking.
Asher woke early.
He opened his eyes to find himself lying face to face with Noah, very close.
Noah was still asleep, breathing evenly, expression relaxed.
His sleeping face was completely different from when he was awake.
No stubbornness. No guardedness. No evasion.
Only stillness.
Asher watched him, that strange feeling rising in his chest again.
Ever since meeting Noah, this feeling had surfaced from time to time.
He didn't know what it was.
He'd never experienced anything like it in his life.
From childhood on, his world had been cold.
His heart was surrounded by walls nothing got in, nothing got out.
He'd thought he would always be this way.
Living cold. Dying cold.
But now...
Asher reached up and pressed his hand lightly against his own chest.
It felt like a small crack had appeared in that wall.
He didn't know what it meant.
Asher lowered his hand and continued watching Noah's sleeping face.
For a very long time.
Then he rose, dressed, and left.
---
When Noah woke, sunlight was already filtering through the curtains.
The ache in his body reminded him of what had happened last night.
Noah buried his face in the pillow.
Bastard.
Why did it have to be here, in his own home?
His bed, his sheets now they all carried that man's scent.
And that lingering coconut fragrance that wouldn't go away.
How was he supposed to cook with coconut oil ever again?
He braced himself on his lower back as he crawled out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror.
The bite mark on his shoulder not deep, but still clearly visible.
Noah sighed.
He showered, changed into clean clothes, and tidied up the aftermath of last night while packing what he needed to take with him.
When he finished, he went to the kitchen and made himself a simple breakfast.
Then he went over the week's schedule with Vivian.
"There's a workshop today at eleven, at the company rehearsal studio," Vivian said. "Then workshops for the next three days. Filming starts next Monday there'll be a launch ceremony and press interviews. I've sent the details to your email."
"Got it." Noah acknowledged.
---
Eleven in the morning.
Company rehearsal studio.
When Noah pushed open the door, Asher was already inside.
He sat on the floor in dark casual clothes, expression indifferent.
When Noah entered, Asher's gaze swept over him.
Just for an instant. Then it moved away.
As if looking at a stranger.
Noah rolled his eyes internally.
Last night he'd been fucked senseless, and today Asher was pretending not to know him. What an actor.
Director Marcus sat nearby, script in hand.
"Noah, you're here." Marcus waved him over. "Have a seat."
Noah sat down beside Asher.
A small distance between them.
"Today's workshop I want you to understand each other more deeply, build some chemistry. After all, this is the first time either of you is doing this kind of project." Marcus set the script aside. "Alright, let's do some exercises. Sit facing each other."
Noah and Asher turned to face one another.
The distance between them was close less than a meter.
"Now, hold eye contact for three minutes. No talking communicate only through your eyes. Feel each other's presence. Try to convey love with your gaze."
Noah raised his head and looked at Asher.
Asher was looking back at him.
Noah tried to focus.
He stared into Asher's eyes, attempting to get into character.
But he couldn't do it.
The moment he saw that face, he thought of last night.
A hint of irritation crept into Noah's expression without him realizing.
Asher, meanwhile, had already slipped into the role.
He was a professional actor. Portraying love was no challenge for him.
His eyes began to warm, filling with tenderness, with restrained longing.
A perfect performance.
But as Noah watched those eyes, he froze.
Beneath all that performed affection, there was something else.
Faint. Subtle.
Noah couldn't be sure what it was.
But he could sense it that part wasn't acting.
Asher himself probably wasn't even aware of it.
Noah's irritation vanished in an instant.
He just stared at Asher, forgetting what he was supposed to be portraying.
Three minutes ended.
"Good," Marcus said. "Now sit back to back, close your eyes, and meditate for five minutes."
The two turned around and sat with their backs pressed together.
Noah could feel Asher's body heat.
Warm.
Through their clothes, he could feel the contours of Asher's back muscles.
Solid.
Noah closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind.
But Asher's presence was too strong. He couldn't completely quiet his thoughts.
His body stayed tense, unable to fully relax.
On the other side, Asher had his eyes closed too.
He could feel Noah's back against his.
Thin, but warm.
Five minutes later, Marcus spoke. "Good. Last exercise. Face each other, close contact. Kiss each other's cheek."
Noah and Asher faced each other again.
This time, the distance was even smaller.
Noah's heart rate quickened.
They'd done far more than this, but this kind of exercise still made him nervous.
Because it was in front of the director.
Asher moved first.
He reached out and gently tilted Noah's chin upward.
Noah instinctively wanted to pull away, but he held himself still.
Asher lowered his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Light. Tender.
Nothing like last night.
Noah's body trembled slightly.
Then it was his turn.
He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and brushed his lips against Asher's cheek.
His movement was stiff, like he was completing an assignment.
After that, Marcus had them do many more exercises.
Holding hands. Embracing. Foreheads touching. Noses brushing...
All kinds of intimate physical contact.
When it was over, Marcus looked at them both and fell silent for a moment.
Then he sighed.