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Sahya slammed the body under him on his matress before devouring the sweet addicting lips he had been into for the past 5 years. Gasps and hot heavy breaths seeped between them as they parted, his hand upon Cahyo's throat. His teeth gritted, growled. "We aren't lovers."
Their body pressed together, his warmth against the phantom's coldness. He sucked the hell out of Cahyo's lower lips. His rough, raw kisses against Cahyo's gentle one. Hot breath against the phantom's lips, their mouths still in touch as Sahya whispered, "This is nothing."
He threw away the dark outer of his beskap and Cahyo's inner shirt. As Sahya stroked the already damp, jarik covered crotch underneath him, his head busy placing kisses by kisses, trailing from Cahyo's neck until his stomach. "You are nothing but an asset ... a weapon, a slave."
Cahyo's back curved as Sahya tasted, sucked the hell out of him. In Sahya's dead as a grave chamber, Cahyo's gasps were drums. The moment his phantom sat on his lap, there is nothing in this world that matters more for Sahya Rahagi to care about.
Speaking of care....
"I do not give a single shit about you." And Sahya Rahagi drowned himself in the little temporary heaven Cahyo had set.
Sahya's neat soft dark curls is now a mess under Cahyo's fingers as the phantom pressed his master's head while his other arm embraced Sahya's neck tightly, just the way Sahya Rahagi likes it. He would do anything for Sahya. Anything his beloved master said, anything Sahya Rahagi prefers on what to do and not to do in a session.
Sahya is drunk. He is drunk as hell and not a single drop of wine is in his stomach. The sight of the pretty little pet, soft dark strands all messy, red eyes glowing, sweet gasps and whimpers he let out purposely just the way Sahya loved it, them interlocking onto each other, are enough to made his mind floated away.
"Good, keep moving." Sahya's eyes sharpened as his hand gripping Cahyo's jaw, forced those red bulbs to stare at him directly. "You are fucking pathetic, I would do nothing for you."
"You wouldn't."
"I wouldn't."
"I would, for you are my life, for now."
For now. That was what Cahyo been saying for years. For now. They are temporary. This is truly nothing. Just like Sahya said, just like Cahyo's rule.
His arms wrapped tightly, his chest against a cold one, Sahya nuzzled onto Cahyo's nape. He won't let go. One last whisper "We are not lovers." And he drifted into his dreams.