The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 113: A Post-Engagement Treat

Kai’s P.O.V

The last of our friends were starting to head out, their faces lit up with tired but content smiles, like they’d just had a blast. It had been a good celebration, and I could tell they were happy for us.

First, Cole stepped up, his tall frame looming in the doorway as he flashed us his usual wide grin. "You two really knocked it out of the park with this place," he said, throwing an arm around Night’s shoulder and giving him a playful nudge. "I’m glad you guys are starting fresh. Don’t mess it up, alright?"

Night rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face said he wasn’t actually annoyed. "We’ll try not to, Cole."

"Good. Well, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t go getting into too much trouble now." He gave us a mock salute before stepping out the door, waving as he disappeared into the hallway. 

Landon, with his usual goofy grin, was holding Devon’s hand like he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go. "This night was awesome, guys," he said, his eyes bright. "I swear, you two are gonna have the best time living here. I mean, come on, it’s like… the perfect spot for two people who’ve already been through hell and back, right?"

"Yeah. It's a great place," Devon agreed, his voice low and warm.

Night chuckled, a little more shy than usual, probably because he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of so much attention. "We’re just happy to be here. Thanks for coming over."

"I mean, are we really leaving already?" Landon teased, his grin widening as he nudged Devon lightly. "You two don’t need us to stick around to make the place feel livelier?"

Devon rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him. "You’ve made enough noise for one night, trust me." Then, looking at us both, he added softly, "But I’m really glad we came. This... this is good. You two deserve this."

Landon squeezed Devon’s hand and winked at us. "I’m gonna say it for both of us—don’t screw it up. You’re on your own now," he joked, though it was clear he meant it in the most encouraging way possible.

Right; we’re on our own now. Somehow, that statement felt more comforting than scary.

Then there was Saya, always the last to leave because she was always the one who lingered. She stood in the entryway for a moment, looking around the apartment like she was soaking it all in. Beside her, Josh stood quietly. "I’m not saying I’m jealous, but wow. It’s like a dream."

Night chuckled and nudged me. "I think we’re still getting used to it."

She raised his eyebrows, looking at me knowingly. "Well, you’re doing better than I expected." He turned to me and then Night. "Seriously, I’m proud of both of you. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked to get to this point, and you deserve every bit of happiness this new chapter brings."

I felt the words settle into my chest, and for a moment, I couldn’t think of anything to say. So I just gave her a side-hug. "Thanks, Saya. I mean it."

She looked between us, a grin tugging at her lips. "Now, if you need help putting up furniture or figuring out the best way to decorate, you know where to find me."

“Same here,” Josh offered almost comically.

“Wow, way to ruin the moment, man,” I joked.

When the door clicked shut behind them, it was just Night and me. The noise, the chaos, the energy—everything that had been swirling around us for hours—vanished into the silence of the apartment.

And for the first time in a long time, the stillness didn’t feel empty. It felt like a new beginning.

“Well?” Night said. “Let’s get to cleaning so we can head to bed early.”

“Early in the morning, you mean,” I corrected, leaning against the kitchen counter, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “It’s nearly two.”

I glanced at Night, who was already picking up empty cups from the coffee table. Then he walked over and picked up the pizza boxes scattered across the room.

I stared at him through the half-empty glass of wine on the counter, feeling an inexplicable tug at the sight of him looking so domestic in our new apartment.

I reached him just as he straightened up from his bent position, wrapping my arms around his waist. As soon as I pressed my lips against the back of his neck, he gasped and tried to push me away.

“Come on, Kai, not now,” he said. “I’m trying to clean.”

“We can do it tomorrow,” I muttered against his nape, feeling his warmth from surface of his skin. “You already cleared most of it, anyway.” My hands found their way to his groin, where I traced the shape of his dick over his pants until I slowly felt it stiffen. “It can wait.”

Of course he couldn’t resist me. Despite his previous weak attempts at focusing on cleaning, his hips rocked at my touch anyway, and he let out a low moan as I went to nibble on the lobes of his ears.

“You are insufferable,” he whispered, and then he was pulling me to the bedroom, and I had never been so glad that he practically forced me to set everything up as soon as we moved in.

“You’ll thank me later,” he had insisted. And boy did I thank him now.

He crawled on the bed, and I made my way on top of him. Our lips met, his hands tugging at my hair as I tugged at the waistband of his pants.

“So eager,” he teased in between kisses.

“I need you,” I said.

There was a flash of emotion in his eyes for a second, and then we were back to kissing, his hands all over my body the same way I did with his. At some point, his shirt was on the floor, and I was licking at the hardened nubs of his nipples.

He gritted his teeth, every sharp intake of breath telling me he was excited.

I dotted marks all over his chest, every inch of his body I claimed as my own. “Take your pants off,” I grunted, and he was quick to comply. I always had this feeling that Night enjoyed being completely naked before a full-clothed me, and I often took advantage of that fantasy of his.

Pushing him against the mattress, we kissed until our lips were swollen, but even then we did not stop. Every whisper, every moan that came out of his pretty little mouth made me even more turned on, and I knew that he could feel my hardness pressing against his own.

“Open wide,” I said as I pushed his legs apart, reaching for the bottle of lube in our nightstand drawer. Slathering the liquid all over my fingers, I gently started to ease him in with one, then two, and then three fingers.

He was so tight, it almost made me go insane. His walls hugged my fingers so tightly that all I could think of was how it would feel when it was my dick that was inside of him.

He squirmed under my grip, toes curling, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the sight. Whenever we were in bed, everything he did turned me on.

“You’re ready,” I said after a while, finally pulling my hand out. At this point, he was all red in the face, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. His dick was oozing with precum, erect and desperately wanting to explode.

But just as I fussed over my own pants, his hand reached out to stop me. I looked at him quizzically.

“Wait,” he panted, looking up at me with those fuck-me bedroom eyes he always had when we were together.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Let me,” he said, and pushed my hands away. I watched as he did the honors of unbuttoning my pants and pulling it down, along with my boxers, so my erection sprung forward.

Kneeling beneath me, he looked up. “I have a treat for you,” he said, “since it’s our first time as an engaged couple.”

I grinned, falling onto the bed on my back. “All yours,” I said, and he was quick to move, folding his legs beneath him as he lay on my side and got to work.

Nimble fingers wrapped around my length, and later, a warm tongue… I liked to watch Night put his skills to good use, but even though I was staring directly at him as he sucked the life out of me, I couldn't really concentrate on him because of how good it felt to have his mouth around me.

Hands on the back of his head, I pushed him to go deeper until I was in his throat, and his gag reflex made him go tight all around me.

“Oh, yes,” I panted. “But don’t go overboard… alright? I want to… I want to come inside you…”

I didn’t know if he heard me because he was too busy and didn’t even nod to acknowledge what I said, but at some point, just as I was reaching climax, he let go of my dick, looking up at me.

“How’s that for a treat?” he asked with a smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Jesus, I thought you were going all the way,” I told him, “but I wasn’t about to complain even if I told you not to. Now get up; it’s my turn.”

With his back against the headboard, I held one of his legs up so I could get inside him without much trouble. He moaned into my ear as I started thrusting, first slowly, before building up momentum.

I buried my lips into his neck, enjoying the feel of his throat tightening and loosening with every grunt and exhale. I sucked his skin in places I knew would leave a mark.

The headboard squeaked with every push forward, and Night’s leg trembled beneath him, threatening to give away. His face was one of heightened pleasure, and he enjoyed the push and pull motions so much that he tried to stretch his other leg, like he couldn’t spread them wide enough.

“Oh, that’s it… Ah! My God…!” he cried, his arms wrapped around my neck in an attempt to steady himself. I shut him up with a kiss, capturing his shouts in my mouth.

This position was fine, but I wanted to see his face from the back. If only we had a mirror… an idea popped into my mind, and I pulled away from the kiss to look back at the full-length mirror attached to one of the closet doors in our room.

“Let’s have a change of scenery, shall we?” I whispered to him. I didn’t wait for his reply, because I knew he was too muddled with pleasure to realize what I was saying. Instead, I pulled out, then carried him into my arms off the bed and by the mirror.

“Turn around,” I said. “I want to see your face from behind.”

He complied obediently, too weak in the knees to form a verbal response. He bent over in front of me, hands on the mirror. His back was arched perfectly that I could see his channel, glistening with the lube.

“That’s it…” I said, holding him by the hips.

From here, I had the perfect view of his face as I was pounding him from behind. His hands left prints on the mirror, smudging as he moved. To elicit a louder reaction from him, I reached one hand over to grip his dick, caressing it in the same manner as I rocked my hips back and forth.

He whimpered under my grip, biting his lower lip as if he was trying to suppress his moans.

“Why are you trying to stop yourself?” I asked. “I want to hear you scream, babe.”

It was as if he was just waiting to be given permission, because the moment I said those words, he immediately let out a loud moan. I tightened my hold around his length, playing with the head using my thumb.

“Look at me,” I grunted. “I want you to look at me from the mirror.”

Bless his soul; he tried his best to maintain eye contact, but my thrusts were getting too rough for him to even lift his head.

“I’m close,” he managed to croak out.

“Hold it in,” I told him. “Hold it in until I come inside you.”

And when I finally did, it felt more than amazing. It was better than I expected, perhaps because it had been a long time since we had last been together.

It felt a lot like our engagement just previously… a release from all the chaos that had haunted our lives for the past couple of weeks.

He came right after me, splashing his cum all over our mirror. He slumped forward, knees trembling from the effort, and I caught him just in time.

“Thanks,” he said, laughing at his own silliness. “What a workout.”

“Look at what you did.” I nodded toward the mirror that was now decorated with sticky, white liquid. “We just got this cleaned, and now it’s all dirty again.”

“I’m too tired to care, Kai. Take me to the shower.” He slumped backward, placing a dramatic arm over his eyes.

I smiled. “As you wish, my love.”

At least…there was plenty of water to clean up after us, in the bathroom.