Bast gently laid Kai down on the bed, treating him with care despite the fire simmering in his eyes. Kai looked up at him, his cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. His drunken gaze was hazy—but undeniably alluring.
"You're so strong…" Kai murmured, slowly sitting up and placing a kiss on Bast's chest. His fingers traced the lines of Bast's muscles, his touch igniting every nerve.
Bast's breath caught. He pulled Kai close, and as their bodies pressed together, he helped Kai out of his shirt. The warmth of Kai's soft, bare skin against his own made Bast's control slip, piece by piece.
Kai tilted his face up. Bast whispered, "Open your mouth…"
Kai obeyed, and their lips met again—hungrier this time. Bast's tongue explored, and Kai met him eagerly, licking softly, losing himself in the rhythm. Their kiss deepened, both of them drunk—not just from the alcohol, but from each other.
