The callboy felt a twinge of nervousness as he approached the cottage nestled deep within the woods. It had only been a few days since his st encounter with Gun, but when the invitation came, he couldn’t resist. Something about Gun had an irresistible pull—an allure that made him crave more.

  He hesitated at the door for a moment, steeling himself before knocking. The door creaked open with a soft push, and as he stepped inside, he was greeted by the low flicker of candles casting a golden glow around the room. Gun sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing nothing but red lingerie that hugged his body in all the right ways. A matching red blindfold covered his eyes, the fabric a striking contrast to his pale skin.

  The callboy swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes raked over Gun’s figure. The thin straps of the lingerie barely concealed the curve of Gun’s chest, and the way his hips tilted forward made it clear that Gun was completely at his mercy tonight.

  Gun smirked, his lips curling in anticipation as he heard his footsteps approach. “You’re here,” he purred, his voice sultry and inviting. “You can do whatever you want to me tonight.”

  His breath hitched at those words. His nervousness melted away, repced by an intoxicating wave of desire.

  He crossed the room in a few steps, reaching out to run his fingers along the delicate ce of Gun’s lingerie, tracing the curves of his body with reverence. Gun shivered under his touch, a soft moan escaping his lips as his hands explored him, teasingly slow.

  “You’re so beautiful like this,” Jun whispered, his voice thick with lust as he leaned down , his lips ghosting over Gun’s neck.

  Gun gasped, tilting his head to the side as the callboy’s lips trailed hot kisses down the curve of his throat. His body was already trembling, aching for more, and the callboy wasn’t about to deny him. He kneeled in front of Gun, spreading his legs open as he kissed lower, trailing his lips over Gun’s inner thigh.

  Gun whimpered, his hips shifting forward as the callboy’s breath brushed against the fabric of his panties. The anticipation was driving him wild, his body already burning with need.

  The callboy didn’t tease for long. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Gun’s panties, pulling them down slowly, letting the fabric slide down Gun’s smooth legs. Gun’s breath came in quick, shallow pants, the cool air hitting his now-exposed skin.

  The callboy wasted no time, his mouth descending onto Gun with fervour. Gun gasped loudly, his head tilting back as his tongue swirled around his sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he worked him with expert precision.

  “Oh fuck,” Gun moaned, his hips bucking slightly as his mouth took him deeper, sucking and licking with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The blindfold amplified every sensation, leaving Gun utterly helpless to the onsught of pleasure.

  The callboy moaned against him; the vibrations sent sparks of electricity through Gun’s body. Gun’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his entire body trembling as he brought him closer and closer to the edge.

  “Yes, just like that,” Gun whimpered, his body arching off the bed as his tongue worked him mercilessly. His muscles tensed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. And then, with a strangled cry, Gun came undone, his body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over him.

  He didn’t stop, his mouth continuing to move against Gun’s sensitive skin, drawing out every st bit of pleasure until Gun was a panting, trembling mess beneath him.

  But it wasn’t over yet.

  The callboy stood, his hands gripping Gun’s hips firmly as he pulled him up onto the bed, positioning him on all fours. Gun’s breath caught in his throat, his entire body humming with anticipation as the callboy positioned himself behind him.

  “Ready for more?” he whispered, his voice low and teasing as he ran his hands down Gun’s back, savouring the way Gun’s body responded to every touch.

  Gun nodded frantically, his voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

  He didn’t make Gun wait. He thrust into Gun with one smooth, powerful motion, a groan escaping his lips as he felt Gun’s body tighten around him. Gun cried out, his fingers gripping the sheets as he filled him completely, the sensation overwhelming in the best way.

  The callboy set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against Gun’s as he took him over and over, each thrust sending Gun spiralling further into bliss. Gun’s moans filled the room, his body arching with every movement, completely lost in the pleasure.

  “Oh fuck, yes!” Gun cried out, his voice ragged as the callboy’s pace quickened, driving him to the brink once again. The callboy’s hands gripped his hips tighter, pulling him back to meet every thrust with an intensity that left Gun breathless.

  The blindfold heightened everything—the feel of the callboy’s skin against his, the heat of their bodies moving together, the sound of the callboy’s breath heavy in his ear. It was all too much, and yet not enough. Gun’s body tensed, his muscles tightening as he hung on the edge of release.

  And then, with one final thrust, Gun shattered.

  He came with a loud, broken moan, his entire body trembling as pleasure consumed him, leaving him a shaking, breathless mess. The callboy followed soon after, a low groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep inside Gun, his body stilling as he reached his own release.

  They colpsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, both of them panting and utterly spent. Gun y there, the blindfold still in pce, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

  For a while, the only sound in the room was their breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

  Tears welled up in his eyes, the weight of his memories crashing down on him all at once. He remembered King—how much he had loved him, how much he missed him. He had tried to bury the pain, to forget, but it was impossible. No amount of physical pleasure could erase the ache in his heart.

  The callboy watched silently as Gun’s tears fell, unsure of what to say. He had given Gun what he wanted, but it was clear that there was something deeper, something he couldn’t reach.

  “I miss him,” Gun whispered, his voice barely audible as he wiped his eyes. “I miss him so much.”

  He didn’t respond. He simply stood, dressed, and left the room, leaving Gun alone with his memories even though deep down, he felt Gun’s pain.

  *

  After the callboy left, Gun sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of his emotions still heavy on his chest. But something else was beginning to nag at him—a sense of curiosity that grew with each passing moment. The callboy had insisted on him wearing the mask and being all secretive. That intrigued Gun far more than he was willing to admit.

  As Gun rode back to his apartment in the early morning hours, his mind churned. He didn’t ask many questions before, but now, after everything that had transpired between them, he needed to know more. Who was the callboy really?

  Just as Gun had his nose in work after attending a meeting, the door to his office creaked open, and he instinctively closed the file on his ptop, not wanting to be caught with his illegal business information. He gnced up to see Cassius standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet of vibrant flowers, a charming smile spreading across his face.

  “Good morning, love,” Cassius greeted, his voice warm and affectionate. He stepped inside, pcing the flowers on Gun’s desk as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

  Gun blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden change in atmosphere. “Cassius,” he murmured, the stress from earlier moments melting away as Cassius leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. The floral scent filled the room, brightening the otherwise dark mood that had loomed over Gun.

  “I thought I’d surprise you,” Cassius said, his voice ced with a pyfulness that Gun found irresistible. “Fancy a date? I’ve cleared the whole day.”

  Gun hesitated for a moment, the weight of his earlier work lingering in his mind. But as he looked into Cassius’ eyes, so full of life, warmth, and genuine care, everything else seemed to fade into the background.

  A soft smile tugged at Gun’s lips. “A date sounds perfect.”

  Cassius chuckled, pulling Gun up from his seat with ease. “Good, because I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  Gun gnced briefly at his phone, where a list of meetings and appointments was scheduled for the day. But at that moment, none of it seemed to matter. He messaged Troy to cancel everything. For once, Gun chose to let go of the control he clung to so tightly and simply live in the present.

  Hand in hand, they left the office, Cassius leading him out into the world, away from the shadows of his past, and into the light of something new.