I dare you (M)

Ravi was fucked.

That kiss had messed him up more than he would like to admit and he could not take his eyes off Arlen. His boyfriend moved around the apartment, looking for plates before transferring the food from the takeaway into two plates. He waved his hand and they were steaming hot once again and he carried them to the dinner table, placing one before Ravi and the second one, on the opposite seat.

"Where did I keep it?" Arlen mused as he started opening shelves one after the other.

Ravi watched those muscles flex and he swallowed. He was hungry. 

Just not for the stewed pork ribs, boiled rice, tofu puddings, and pan-fried vegetables in front of him. He felt that his trousers were growing tighter with each passing second and he moved, sighing. It did not help that Arlen was walking up and down in front of him, those thighs having a parade in front of his eyes.