KV

As I gently trail my fingers down his back, his breathing grows quieter. He's clearly been awake for a while, but he's trying to pretend he's still asleep. I can't help but wonder how long he's planning to keep it up, so I start biting softly at his shoulder. Only then does Nai reach back to grab me, murmuring, "Stop it already."

"But I’m off today, and you said you don’t go in until the afternoon," I remind him.

I press my lips to the bite marks, watching the back of his neck turn red. I consider stopping, maybe getting up to stroke his hair, but Nai sits up first and looks down at me.

"You haven’t eaten anything yet," he says.

I can't argue with that serious face, so I just ask, "What’s that supposed to mean?" And of course, he pulls out a memory I’d rather forget.

"Don’t you remember last time? We had to stop because you were too hungry."

Shouldn’t have asked. I cover my face with both hands, trying to explain that I’d barely eaten the day before because I was swamped. But hearing myself say it just makes me more embarrassed.

"Now do you get it?" Nai asks, but he doesn’t leave the room—he stays right there.

I lower my hands a bit and ask, "Are you done teasing me now?" But Nai slowly leans over me and says, "Not yet."

Before I can say anything back, Nai nips at the tip of my nose, then lowers his head and slips his hands beneath my pajamas. He starts from my chest, kissing down slowly, and with every breathy sound, his fine hair brushes against my skin, tickling enough to make me want to sneeze. I start to unbutton my shirt, but he beats me to it, burying his face between my legs and murmuring, “You’re doing the laundry today.”

His lips follow the outline already forming under my clothes. How am I supposed to respond to that?

I try to force a smile, but something about the way he’s acting today makes me tense up. We’ve done this more times than I can count, but the sudden shift in mood throws me off guard.

Maybe seeing how flustered I am, Nai decides to tease me a little. He undoes my belt but pauses halfway, then slowly drags the zipper down with his teeth. Even just that has me gasping for breath.

He keeps a straight face, but I know he’s laughing on the inside. Then he presses his face against me, now half-hard and straining against the fabric.

“That’s kind of weird, isn’t it? You don’t have to go that far.”

I try to stop him, but his expression says it all—he’s not going to listen. Ignoring my protests, he tugs my pants all the way down to my ankles, then presses his lips along the shape bulging through my underwear, mouthing it slowly.

It’s already damp at the front, and I turn my head away in embarrassment, pretending not to notice—but my breathing only grows heavier.

I should’ve stopped teasing when I had the chance. Now I regret it, just a little.