Ch-1 Happy Anniversary
“How dare you try to run away from me?
The words tore from Neer’s throat, his voice strained with an exertion that vibrated through the small space between them.
Beneath him, Ved trembled against the mattress, his breath hitting Neer’s chest in uneven, shaky gasps.
He tried to turn his head away, but the heavy weight pinning him down made escape impossible.
“You should see that look on your face right now,” Neer taunted, his hands locking ruthlessly onto Ved’s hips.
“It’s screaming pleasure.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
“Seeing you like this always makes me lose my shit. I’m glad I backed off my decision.”
“Sh...” Ved mumbled. His voice barely audible.
“Heh? What was that?” Neer leaned closer.
“Say it out loud, my love.”
“Shut the fuck up, you son of a bitch,” Ved managed, trying to regain control of himself.
“Tsk. How hot-headed. You know, Ved, at times like this, your body is more honest than your words,” He gripped Ved’s hips even tighter, and shoved inside him with a harder, deeper force.
The sheer friction of the impact wore Ved’s voice down to a hoarse rasp.
“What happened?” Neer asked. “You used to ask me for more. What changed in a week? Huh?”
Ved refused to answer.
Neer studied him for a moment before his expression turned teasing again. He gripped Ved’s member, stroking it slowly before quickening the pace.
Finally, just as Ved was about to climax, he pressed his thumb firmly against the tip.
“What the— ” The sudden restriction made Ved’s breath hitch.
“Say you love me, say you like it when I’m inside you.” He had that possessive edge in his tone, urging Ved to give him the answer he wanted.
Ved still refused to give in. He squeezed his eyes shut, clearly fighting both his embarrassment and his anger.
“I asked you something, Ved.” He said calmly, yet unmistakably stern.
“Don’t you think it’s rather shameless of you to bite your lip to seduce me instead of answering.”
He trailed his thumb over the tip, deliberately dragging Ved right back to the absolute edge, before capturing Ved’s parted lips. But just as the kiss deepened, his grip tightened, ruthlessly blocking the release once more. The sudden restriction turned the heat of the kiss into a desperate, muffled plea.
“So, quit distracting me and answer,” Neer murmured against his mouth.
“Do you like it or not?”
“Mmm-hmm.” A low, breathless sound escaped Ved’s lips.
Neer raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck is ‘Mmm-hmm’?” he asked.
“Ved, I need my answer in words, not in sounds,” he said, his voice dropping into dangerous teasing whisper.
“I know I once said the only sound I like hearing in bed is your moaning, but this isn’t the time to follow past rules. It’s time for the present ones.”
With that, he slid down slowly to tease Ved’s nipples, his hands still tightly clamped below, refusing to let him find relief.
The simultaneous torment of his blocked release and the intense teasing on his chest sent a feverish glow consuming Ved’s expression, He could barely think straight.
“I—I like it.” The admission was laced thick with frustration. He arched off the mattress, fighting the agonizing pressure of Neer’s thumb.
“S-so much that I’m going to die If you don’t move your hand, you crazy bastard!” Neer’s lips curled into a knowing smile against Ved’s chest.
“Look at you. Still fighting when your body is literally begging for it.”
“Move... damnit! I feel like it’s about to burst”
“I know. I can feel it throbbing in my palm,” Neer sounded, amused.
His eyes locking onto Ved’s. “But I’m not letting you finish if you don’t answer me honestly.”
“Yes! I still love you—and everything you do to me! Now let go of it, you freak!” Ved yelled, completely undone.
That answer seemed to please Neer, the tension in his expression softened instantly, replaced by unmistakable satisfaction. He looked down at Ved as though that confession was exactly what he had been waiting to hear.
“Good boy,” Neer purred. “Knows that honesty is the best policy.”
True to his words, Neer finally released the agonizing pressure of his thumb. His hand shifted into a smooth, comforting, yet demanding rhythm, guiding Ved over the edge while his other hand worked his own length at the same frantic pace. Ved arched high into his touch, both of their bodies shuddering violently as an overwhelming relief washed over them. They came at the exact same moment, spilling their combined heat over one another.
.“Wow, quite a load you’ve been holding back in there,” Neer teased, he kept his dark brown eyes locked on Ved’s heavy, unfocused ones the entire time.
“Must’ve been quite painful.” He added, licking up Ved’s heat.
He knew exactly how pissed off Ved was, which only made him want to push further.
“By the way, it’s our first anniversary today,” his voice dripping with mock sweetness.
“Happy anniversary, my love. Shall I go down on you again as a gift? How about using my mouth this time... what do you say?”
Ved immediately grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
“Fuck off.”
“You need to understand me, Ved,” Neer said, catching the thrown pillow effortlessly.
His teasing expression faded slightly.
“The kind of business I’m in, I’m no saint.”
Ved said nothing.
“I’m not justifying what I did,” he continued.
“I’m saying I can’t change the moment when that thought crossed my mind. It’s in the past now. And we can’t change the past, can we?”
He tossed the pillow aside, unhurried and completely relaxed.
“If you want to blame someone, blame that gambler father of yours. After all, he’s the one who drove me to that decision.”
Leaning down, Neer closed his eyes, his lips parting slightly as he pressed closer, aiming right for the center of Ved’s forehead.
“Go away!” Ved spat, using every ounce of his remaining strength to shove Neer back.
“I don’t want to talk to a cheating bastard like you. And I’m literally exhausted, you sick fuck,” he snapped, swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress and sliding his feet into his slippers.
“I’m going to wash up.”
Neer didn’t chase him. He simply let out a low sigh, stepping back and sinking onto the edge of the mattress as the bathroom door clicked shut. Leaning back against the pillows, Neer rested the back of his head in his palm, his eyes tracking the shadows dancing across the ceiling.
He ignored the sting of Ved’s words, his mind instead drifting back to a date that felt like a permanent scar on his memory.
August 7, 2025.The exact date flashed through Neer’s mind. The day he first met Ved. Exactly one year ago today. He still remembered that day as though it had happened yesterday.
It had been incredibly chaotic; everything was in absolute mess upon his return.
The modern bedroom slowly dissolved, replaced by the memory of a big, dark room inside an old factory
