hooked | brightwin

seven

win is greeted by the glint of sun's rays, though what he notices first isn't the seemingly blinding light but the bulge poking on his bottom. memories of what happened last night flash before his eyes, bringing a sheer pang of pain in his head.

he wants to regret everything, but the major part of him couldn't because he knows that despite everything, he desired for it to happen. besides, the rasp of lust still clings at the back of his throat, looking like it's ready to spike again whenever the opportunity shows itself. and by opportunity he meant the huge bulge rubbing on his ass.

win knows that having a morning boner is natural, but he can't stop himself from thinking that it's because of him when bright seems like in he's still in deep sleep.

he shifts his body to face bright whose gaze immediately locks with his. shock is evident on win's face and his first instinct is to get out of the bed to shy away from further embarrassment caused by his own lustful thoughts, but bright is quick. he cages win in his arms and places a peck on his forehead.

"hey," bright greets, his voice raspy, and tightens the hug causing both of their boners to rub on each other. win lets out a breathy moan, which doesn't escape from bright's ears.

"wow. this got to be the best morning ever," bright says, trying to get words out of win's mouth but he's keeps his silence.

"what? cat got your tongue? won't you at least greet good morning?" bright asks as he uses his index finger to put aside win's bangs so he can clearly see his eyes.

win looks at him. bright is right. this is the best morning ever, but he can't tell him that. he wants to tell him everything. every single thing that's been wreaking havoc inside his mind, especially those inside his heart. but the feeling of rejection and possibility of avoidance keep knocking his strength to confess that it feels like there's no way he can ever tell it to him.

"move, bright. i'd brush my teeth."

"it's fine, morning breath is sexier."

"oh jeez, you're nasty."

they chuckle in unison. the thundering laughter is easily replaced by an eerie silence, just them staring at each other's eyes. win gets up, and bright follows. before win can even put his flip-flops on, bright grabs his wrist.

"what are we, win?" he asks, his voice breaking.

win fidgets, his tongue feels knotted.

"i don't know. you tell me."