Chapter 20

After speaking, he raised his hand and pressed the switch on the wall, turning on a small bedside lamp that barely lit up the room.

Matthew Clark let go of his hand and walked toward the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt: "I thought it was someone else... so I just threw on something, didn't even bother to button up."

Before Ryan Miller could say anything, the other had already taken off his shirt.

The dim yellow light illuminated his upper body, casting shadows along his back, highlighting the man's well-proportioned muscles in a very pleasing way.

Matthew Clark sat on the bed, one leg crossed over the other knee, both hands propping himself up, leaning back: "Come on."

Only then did Ryan Miller realize his heart was pounding, even his throat was trembling slightly.

...How did he end up in Matthew Clark's room again?

Last time, although he drank a lot, he hadn't blacked out. He could still remember bits and pieces of that night, and now, as he and Matthew Clark sat together in a state of undress, the details came flooding back like a hive had been poked open.

The warmth of an arm, kisses both light and heavy, faint sounds of breathing.

"..." Ryan Miller stood frozen.

Matthew Clark raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong, are you scared?"

If Matthew Clark gave him an out right now, Ryan Miller might just take it.

But Matthew Clark was not giving him an out.

Ryan Miller never backed down. He lifted his chin at those words: "Scared my ass."

He straightened his back and stiffly walked over, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to Matthew Clark.

Matthew Clark looked at the person sitting half a bed away, his sleepiness long gone, and held back a laugh: "Sit tight, don't fall off."

The moment he touched the bed, Ryan Miller felt a dull ache in his butt.

Damn it, this time he was definitely going to be on top, let Matthew Clark have a taste of that feeling...

As he was thinking this, a wave of body wash scent suddenly hit him. Matthew Clark shifted his hand, bracing himself by his leg, and leaned in close to his face, asking, "If you don't take your clothes off, how are we supposed to do this?"

"Or do you want to do it with your clothes on?"

Ryan Miller felt goosebumps rise all over from Matthew Clark's words. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mind your own business, just lie down!"

Hearing this, Matthew Clark obediently lay down in the middle of the bed, hand on the waistband of his boxers, giving Ryan Miller a sidelong glance, pretending to keep undressing.

Seeing this, Ryan Miller instinctively reached out to hold him down: "Fuck... are you that desperate? Why are you in such a hurry to take it all off?!"

Matthew Clark laughed: "A little bit, yeah. Besides... it's past three, we still need to sleep."

Honestly, with Matthew Clark lying there like that, looking at him with that meaningful gaze, and thinking back to that night—

Ryan Miller could feel himself... reacting.

He took two deep breaths.

Damn it, it's just sex, hasn't he, Ryan Miller, seen it all before?

Steeling himself, Ryan Miller kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed, straddling Matthew Clark's legs, looking down at him from above.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds.

Matthew Clark looked at the person kneeling over him, wanting to laugh but having to hold it in, feeling terribly uncomfortable: "Go ahead, then."

Ryan Miller: "...You're so annoying, stop rushing me."

But—how the hell was he supposed to do this???

He'd seen videos, sure, but when it came to actually doing it, he had no idea where to start.

Suddenly, a warm sensation spread across his abdomen, startling Ryan Miller. He saw Matthew Clark slip a hand under his white shirt, smirking: "Don't know how?"

"How could I not... fuck—"

Before he could finish, Matthew Clark suddenly sat up and bit his chin, and Ryan Miller could feel the warmth on his abdomen moving lower.

Ryan Miller had come in such a hurry that he hadn't even buttoned his suit pants properly, making it easy for Matthew Clark to get his way.

Matthew Clark said, "Let me do it."

Ryan Miller immediately tried to struggle: "Let go, I'm supposed to be on top of you!"

"We don't have anything, can't do it." Matthew Clark's other hand pressed against his back, not letting him escape, continuing to lick his chin.

Ryan Miller felt like Matthew Clark was speaking right next to his ear.

His face was burning red, and he pushed at his shoulder: "Then next time!"

"Don't, let me help you." Matthew Clark suddenly used force, pushing him down onto the bed, this time really biting his ear, "Otherwise, if you go find someone else, what am I supposed to do?"

"I'm not going to find anyone else!" Ryan Miller was too drunk to muster much strength, and his position wasn't advantageous either, so he couldn't push him off at all, stammering, "I really won't, just stop touching—"

Matthew Clark suddenly straightened up, looking down at him.

Thinking he'd finally listened, Ryan Miller breathed a sigh of relief: "You're heavy, get off... and let go of my hands."

Matthew Clark didn't respond. He raised his hand and ruffled Ryan Miller's hair a few times, the soft texture passing through his palm.

Ryan Miller's skin was fair, and even with green hair, he didn't look bad. At this moment, his mouth was slightly open, breathing a little heavily, a light sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Matthew Clark's throat tightened, and he said, "Don't mess with your hair next time."

Ryan Miller glared at him, stubbornly saying, "If you're so good at bossing people around, why don't you go be a kindergarten teacher?"

"Sure." Matthew Clark wasn't annoyed at all. Smiling, he leaned down and kissed his lips, "Other than making you happy, I won't bother with anything else."

...

How did things end up like this?