Sain Antariksa 1

'I can't take my eyes off you.'

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So many stars were scattered in the sky, also lumps of cotton there but it wasn't enough to distract Sain from looking at the beauty of the creature lying on its side before him.

Neil.

A name that was always able to make Sain's chest rumble and with a sense of tickling every time he heard it. Someone who wants Sain to put the universe in his grasp and wrap all the happiness in the world for him. Maybe Sain was overrated, but when did he ever care. If he was able Sain would do it right now.

Neil's hand pressed against Sain's chest, not strong enough to push him away. Sain noticed how the reddish hue began to spread on his cheeks and neck. It made his chest pound pleasantly, with another problem arising that Sain wanted to drown his face in the curve of his neck like a bloodthirsty vampire.

Neil's bright brown eyes were enough to make his heart melt at every first glance Sain saw it. That iris almost always stares at Sain defiantly with wrinkles around his eyebrows that Sain always wants to be straightened out, but when he confronts anyone other than Sain, he'll again be shy and reserved. At least Sain was happy to be different in his eyes.

With courage, Sain raised his hand and rested on Neil's waist which slowly without making him realize that Sain was pulling him closer to him. This is the same in those days when the storm has yet to come to Neil's life, where Sain is not the forgotten man.

Sain docked to a body shorter than him and hugged his waist tightly, Sain grimaced slightly in his heart as Neil never knew what each touch of Sain meant to him. He only knew that it was a meaningless touch that Sain had deliberately done to upset him. But it's not.

Sain knew that the silence he created, would always be beautiful when Sain could look at him as greedily as he does now. The hue that slowly rose from the curves of Neil's neck then bloomed on his cheeks in a natural soft pink color was always able to amaze Sain in his silence.

Sain kept asking inwardly, could he recreate that hue differently? In fact, after thinking so his blood immediately flowed down.

"There's no need to be afraid of that dream because there's me who's coming to erase it from your little brain," Sain said softly, just a few distances to be able to reach for the lip.

From that moment on how Neil's blood blended in Sain's body. He always knew what the person in his arms was feeling. So Sain quickly comes to be by his side when a nightmare haunts Neil. Sain has since collected the pieces of memories in Neil's dreams then strings them together until he hopes to know who made Neil this way.

Neil stiffened in his grasp as Sain inserted a hand on Neil's leather cut which was slightly exposed. He never took his eyes off those brown eyes that made him opiate, Sain just didn't dare to stare at those pink lips or he would become bolder and lose control.

No one tried to break the silence between them as Sain firmly pressed his teeth against each other. He caught how the sight of the two beautiful eyeballs slowly descended observing Sain's lips. Jakun Sain goes up and down along with how intense they are and his heartbeat that scares Sain in case it sounds up to Neil's ears.

Sain sighed silently. His gaze was foggy with a passion enveloping him tightly, feeling increasingly suffocating. He couldn't do it, especially when Neil was still overshadowed by the trauma created by those bastards. Also, Neil is straight, unlike Sain who devotes himself like a sharp curve just to Neil. For years he kept it to himself, holding back and suppressing that sense deep into him. Until Sain felt pain because of it.

"Riksa," Neil called him like a beautiful opening chant.

Sain gasped when the lips that filled his mind had stuck with his own. Thousands of times Sain thought of this, but he never expected that Neil would start first. This is the first kiss that he only keeps for Neil and hopes moments like this arise someday.

It was only a brief kiss until Neil pulled his face away from Sain. A soft pink bloomed on Neil's cheeks, he seemed flabbergasted by his actions. Neil's glossy lips moved around wanting to say something.

"You kissed me?" asked Sain rhetorically, inserting his hand in stroking a delicate stretch of skin on Neil's back.

"I... I didn't intentionally, Riksa. Sorry," he stammered looking misbehaving, and went awry.

Sain's cheeks were burning because of the heat and Sain couldn't just escape his grasp he got up on Neil's body and pressed him. The feeling inside his chest bubbled inside him until the heartbeat race rumbled up to Sain's ears.

"Riksa—" Neil's words were cut off as Sain reunited their lips. Crushing the chewy lips was greedy until Neil made noises that made him no longer able to hold Sain.

Neil pulled his head back, staring at Sain with disbelief.

"Riksa...," a breathless whisper from Neil that Sain captured well. He raised his eyebrows, still bending forward placing his hands between Neil's head and watching the movement of Neil's expression, with emotions that had been foggy by desire.

Neil stretched out his finger pressing on Sain's chest to get away, but of course, it was futile.

The next second Sain dragged his tongue on Neil's chin, groped, and traced every curve that became his shadow. It creates a lot of reddish marks on Neil's citrus-scented white skin.

"What—" said Neil cut, as Riksa pressed his hard one on Neil's thigh. Neil's eyes widened cutely further excited Sain.

Neil tightly closed his lips, his cheeks blushing pink, as he stared into Sain's lustful eyes. Sain grabbed Neil's neck with his lips and sighed, causing Neil to shudder in his arms. Neil gulped, and the muscles in his jaw protruded as he buckled.

"Riksa stopped...," muttered Neil, his hand had pressed against Sain's chest pushing him away. But Sain didn't let it go, his tongue had shot over the lips of this man below him and danced around there. Sain's hand clenched in to feel the delicate skin behind Neil's thin T-shirt and moved wildly pressing against the bulge in his chest. "This is wrong."

"Neil," he said, re-immersing his kiss and barging in. Neil again continued to push him away, but Sain had been covered by his bubbling smog. However, Sain's little brain kept screaming to stop.

Their lips clashed and a splash of hot electricity shot all over Sain's body. Neil curled towards him when Sain fumbled his groin. Groans and whimpers came out of Neil's pink lips buzzing beautifully in Sain's ears.

Sain cupped Neil's face and noticed the breath of the hunting Clouds with his reddish face. "Riksa, please stop."