Chapter 660: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 19 (M)
Ron refrained from repeatedly asking the berserker when they would do it because being eager did not mean he wanted to look desperate.
But he got impatient when two weeks went by without any follow-up schedule. He wanted to have it before he could forget the taste of those fiery lips and how the stubble underneath tickled him nicely. Ron was so close to losing it and jumped the older man in his office or something when Agni leaned down and whispered ’tonight’ one day while slipping The Captain’s room key.
Ron slammed his training journal and quietly waited for the older man in the Captain’s bedroom. It kind of felt like they were committing an affair and it got Ron even more excited about it. He even showered and stuff.
"You’re here already?" Agni raised his brow when he saw Ron already in his bed that evening, legs dangling and swaying at the edge. "How eager."
"I have nothing to do," Ron shrugged and added nonchalantly. "And I am eager, like any healthy young man," he said, arching his brow at the berserker. "Unlike a certain old man."
Agni groaned on the inside, but he knew showing it out would just fuel this youngster--and that would be counterproductive. His objective was to overwhelm the kid so Ron wouldn’t have the time to get under his skin as usual.
His mantra had changed from inhale, exhale to you will not get affected, you will not get affected...
Ron would probably laugh if he knew what was happening inside the older man’s head. But Agni’s poker face was rather strong if he wanted to, so all he saw was a dry, uninterested look that both inflamed his competitive spirit and made his inside squirm like a little child in a glittery candy store.
"So why did you insist on getting inside this old man’s pants?" Agni tilted his head while taking off his coat and threw it to the chair.
Did he gulp? Yeah, he did. Hopefully, this uncle did not hear it. At any rate, he managed to spew a few words. "I like them older."
Agni stopped in front of the bed, looking at the younger man who raised his head to look at him. This reminded him of the time Ron was drunk; the position was the same, but he had no intention of playing it softly and catering to the kid too much this time.