Sleeping With My Step Daddy-Chapter 36: "Hold Me"

Bast kissed Kai’s ear gently, his voice low. "Your ears are so red," he whispered.

Kai flinched slightly and said, "Don’t... they’re sensitive."

A smirk played on Bast’s lips as he nibbled at the tip of Kai’s ear, making Kai let out a soft moan. "B-Bast, it tickles..."

Bast chuckled. "We’ve been this close before, but I never noticed how soft your ears are." He kissed them again, teasingly.

Kai’s face turned crimson. He tried to push Bast away, embarrassed, but Bast only pulled him back into his arms. Their bare bodies pressed together under the dim light, their warmth shared beneath the sheets.

"Be mine, Kai," Bast murmured, holding him close. "Only mine. I’ve never touched or loved anyone the way I do you."

Kai traced his fingers along Bast’s chest, his voice soft. "I’m all yours..."

Their eyes met—locked in a quiet intensity. Bast smiled and leaned in, kissing Kai deeply. His lips brushed over Kai’s, slow and savoring. "I love when you touch me... when your eyes explore me. It drives me crazy."

Kai cupped his face gently. They remained on the bed, wrapped in the white sheets, skin to skin, as Bast whispered, "Tonight, I don’t want to rush anything. I just want to feel every minute with you. So hold me like this... Kai."

Bast began kissing Kai gently, his lips trailing slowly across Kai’s skin. Every touch was unhurried, full of emotion. Kai let out soft, breathless moans as Bast explored his body with delicate reverence.

When Bast reached Kai’s chest, he kissed his way to his nipples, licking them softly before giving one a playful bite.

Kai flinched with a gasp. "B-Bast... ah—it hurts..." he moaned, his voice trembling.

Bast soothed the sting with his tongue, circling it with care. "I like this," he murmured, his voice deep and warm. "I like you... all of you, Kai."

Kai looked into Bast’s eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "Make me yours... all yours."

Bast gently took Kai’s hand, guiding him lower. Kai’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise and nervous laughter in his voice. "Why... why does it feel even bigger tonight?"

Bast chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss his neck. "Because everything about tonight is extraordinary."

Kai flushed, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he began exploring with gentle curiosity. Bast reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out lube and a condom. With quiet care, he prepared everything, making sure Kai was comfortable.

As Kai lay back, Bast leaned down, spreading soft kisses across his body, never rushing, always watching his expression. When he gently slid in two fingers to prepare him, Kai moaned, gripping the sheets. Bast kissed him deeply, whispering reassuring words as their bodies moved in sync, slow and full of emotion.

They didn’t rush. Every touch, every breath, was a promise. A moment of love reclaimed and strengthened.

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Meanwhile, Rico sat alone in the corner of a dimly lit club, glass in hand, drowning himself in one drink after another. His eyes shimmered with something he didn’t want anyone to see—regret, guilt... maybe even pain. He whispered to himself, almost bitterly, "I have no one... so who cares?" And with that, he downed another shot.

Just as he reached for the next glass, a hand appeared from the side and stopped him, taking the drink away and placing it firmly on the table. Rico blinked in surprise. "Who the hell—oh... Mr. Jun... no, Mr. Jeff," he slurred. "Why are you disturbing me during my very private time?"

Jeff stayed calm, his voice level. "I’m just here with my friends."

Rico’s tone turned sharp. "Then why show your face to me, huh? Liar. Where’s security?! I don’t want to see you!"

Jeff grabbed Rico’s wrist tightly and said, "That’s enough. Sitting here alone, drinking like this—it’s not helping you."

Rico yanked his hand free. "Who are you to say that? We just slept together once and you think that makes you my boyfriend?"

Jeff’s expression darkened. "I’m not interested in you like that. And honestly, I don’t want to be near someone who tramples on people’s feelings."

Rico suddenly stood, grabbing Jeff’s collar. "Yeah? Well, I did! I hurt people. So what?! No one ever gave a damn about my feelings! Do you know how it feels to always be the second option? To be ignored?"

His voice cracked, and tears gathered in his eyes. Jeff looked at the bruises on Rico’s face—the swollen cheek, the cut lip. His anger softened into concern.

"You need to go home," Jeff said quietly.

But Rico shoved him away. "Don’t you dare act like you care. Just get out of my sight!"

Jeff turned and walked back to his table. He sat with his friends, trying to focus, but his eyes kept drifting toward Rico.

Why do I still care? Why do I feel sad for him? Jeff thought, shaking his head and taking a slow sip of his whiskey.

Rico continued drinking, his eyes unfocused, emotions muddled by the alcohol. From across the club, a man watched him intently before casually approaching.

"Excuse me," the stranger said smoothly.

Rico frowned, eyes narrowing. "You again...?" he muttered, thinking it was Jeff. But as he turned to look, he blinked in confusion. "Wait... you’re not Jeff."

The man chuckled. "I just saw you sitting alone. Thought maybe you could use some company."

Rico scoffed and leaned back in his seat. "Nope. Don’t need company. Especially not from someone who’s definitely not my type. So, go away."

Ignoring the warning, the man slid into the seat next to Rico, his eyes trailing over him boldly. "You’re really seductive, you know that?" he murmured, placing a hand on Rico’s waist.

"What the hell—" Rico growled, trying to shove him off. "Get your hands off me!"

Before the situation escalated, Jeff stood up from across the club. His gaze locked on the scene. Without a second thought, he stormed over and grabbed the man’s wrist tightly.

"It’s pretty pathetic to touch someone else’s boyfriend, don’t you think?" Jeff said, voice sharp.

The man blinked. "I thought he was alone..."

Jeff pulled Rico closer by the waist and said firmly, "Well, he’s not. He’s mine. Any more questions?"

The man’s confident smile faltered. He chuckled awkwardly, trying to save face. "Nah... it’s nothing. My mistake."

He stood up and disappeared into the crowd.

Rico stared at Jeff, stunned and slightly breathless. Jeff didn’t let go, his arm still protectively wrapped around Rico’s waist.

Rico shoved Jeff away, his eyes blazing. "I don’t need your protection."

Jeff narrowed his eyes. "Who said I was protecting you? I just didn’t like watching someone else touch what I’ve already touched."

Rico stiffened. "I’m not a thing, Jeff. And I’m definitely not yours."

He yanked his car keys out of his pocket and stormed off. Jeff followed, steps steady and persistent.

Rico reached his car and pulled the door open. Jeff caught his wrist.

"You can’t drive like this," Jeff said firmly.

Rico tried to shake him off. "I can, and I will."

"You’re drunk," Jeff snapped. "What, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Rico laughed bitterly, swaying slightly. "Yeah? So what if I am? You gonna die with me, too?"

The sharp air between them tightened. Jeff stepped in closer, eyes dark and unflinching.

"If I said yes—if I wanted to—then what?"

Rico’s breath hitched. His laughter died instantly. His eyes widened, caught off guard by the softness in Jeff’s voice. He pushed Jeff away, voice low and tense.

"Don’t waste your time on me."

He slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut—but before he could start the engine, the door flew open again. Jeff didn’t say a word. He dropped to one knee, leaned in, and kissed Rico.

Rico gasped, lips parting as Jeff’s tongue slipped into his mouth. For a moment, the noise of the club, the alcohol, and the pain disappeared. All he could feel was the heat of Jeff’s mouth, the pressure of his hand on his cheek, and the dangerous fluttering in his chest.

Jeff stepped back slowly. Rico sat frozen in the car, his lips still tingling from the kiss, eyes wide with confusion and something deeper—fear, maybe, or longing.

Without a word, Jeff reached out and gently took his hand. "Come on," he said softly.

Rico blinked, unsure when his body decided to follow. But something in Jeff’s voice—steady, warm—eased the ache in his chest. As he stepped out, he realized... the pain didn’t feel so sharp anymore. Being near Jeff felt oddly comforting. Almost safe.

He didn’t resist when Jeff laced their fingers together.

They walked silently toward Jeff’s bike. Rico stared at it with mild hesitation.

Jeff turned to him, placing a helmet on his head. "Ever ridden one before?"

Rico shook his head. "Nope."

Jeff chuckled, then reached behind and guided Rico’s arms around his waist. "Then hold on tight."

Rico hesitated for a second... then wrapped his arms fully around him, leaning in close. Jeff’s warmth seeped through his jacket. Rico held tighter than necessary.

Jeff smiled to himself as he started the engine. "Good," he murmured. "Just like that."

And they took off into the night, the wind rushing past them, but for the first time in a long while—Rico didn’t feel alone.