Masuk"Milashka."Nathan's head whipped back and a shaky breath slipping past his lips as Valentino trailed kisses along his torso. The man had his entire weight on him, his arms wrapped around his waist and his head buried beneath his top."Stop, I have to go to work," Nathan managed, but each time Valentino's hands traced his skin, his protests dissolved into helpless moans. "Fuck, you're annoying.""Come on, why are you so eager to leave?" Valentino whined, finally lifting his head. Then he rested his chin on Nathan's chest and raised his brows, demanding a response. It'd barely been two weeks since the boy started work, and he'd turned into some devoted employee.He would leave home by six when the company opened by eight. He'd said it was because transportation could sometimes be unpredictable, but Valentino had always seen the excitement brimming in him each time he was preparing to leave. The night before, he'd lay his clothes. All clean and pressed to perfection. His shoes, shined
"..."Valentino did not speak a word as they drove to the restaurant. He simply kept his eyes forward, his grip tight on the wheel, and his jaw set hard. And Nathan wasn't sure what to say to break the ice. "Valik."His husband's eyes never left the road. If he wasn't driving so well, Nathan could have sworn his mind was no longer here and who could blame him if it wasn't? How could anyone be fine after being introduced as a friend by their husband?"Valik. I'm sorr—" "Why?" The question cut him off. No, it was his voice. It had dropped a few octaves, laced with a rage that made Nathan's nails dig into his seat enough to cut through the leather. Yes why, Nathan?Why had he blurted that out?"I just—i panicked, okay?" He shifted forwards, turning fully towards Valentino as he pulled into a parking lot. When the car stopped, his husband killed the ignition and finally looked at him. "Who panics and says their husband is a friend, Nathan?" The way his real name left his mouth did mor
Maybe he should have let Andrew follow him. Valentino leaned back in his chair and sighed, his eyes drifting to his phone on the table. He reached for it, thinking of calling Nathan for the fourth time this morning, but eventually shook away the urge and retracted his hand. "Fuck, this is so annoying." "What?" The employee giving the presentation asked and the others tensed in their seats, their gazes flitting between the poor man and Valentino. "Not you, go on," he said, his voice low. Then with another sigh, he rubbed his temple and tried to focus on the topic of the presentation. He'd never felt this drained before. Barely 11AM and it was like his body weighed a thousand tons, and having Nathan running around in his head definitely wasn't helping. This was supposed to his leave week for fuck's sake, but how could he ever stay home calmly when Nathan was off working? Especially in a company that wasn't his?"This is driving me nuts."The employee froze by the board and looked
"If you breathe beside me one more time, I'll smack you," Elena hissed, glaring at Mikhail. The man quickly adjusted his chair and muttered apologies.Nathan guessed the pregnancy phase wasn't as sweet as he'd thought."W-wow, so how's the graduation process going?" He asked, his pulse thrumming with nervous energy, reaching for the fork beside the plate of lamb chops.It was not that surprising, though.His own mother had almost tore down the house because his father snored. Once. While she was eight months in with Kayla. Speaking of Kayla—"There's a party," Mikhail answered, slicing the lamb and putting it all in Elena's plate. She mumbled something about him wanting to make her fat and he stopped, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. Almost immediately, she swatted him and continued eating. "Plan to attend?" A silence stretched between them and from across the table, Nathan could see his best friend's grip on his fork tighten."Why would he attend when I can't attend?" Elena answ
Valentino woke up to the aromatic smell of coffee and the faint clinking of metal from somewhere beyond the bedroom.For several seconds, his eyes stayed shut.He simply lay there, breathing softly, his hand searching the bed for the familiar presence of Nathan, before he finally rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.Then it dawned on him.He was married.He was actually fucking married.A chuckle bubbled in his throat as his hands flew to his mouth. They did almost nothing to stifle the breathless rumble of excitement."My husband," he grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. When he finally stopped laughing, he stuck his left hand up in the air, letting the gold band catch the light.Three years ago, no one could have convinced him that he'd finally marry Nathan. Now, he had a ring on his finger, a house that was entirely theirs—A crash echoed from somewhere below him and another chuckle slipped out before he shook his head slowly.—and a husband that just might bur
Valentino started slow, his movements deliberate, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it. "Theo," he breathed against Nathan's neck, his warm breath ghosting across Nathan's skin. His hand slid along the curve of his waist, drawing forth soft gasps from his lips. Shivers thrummed across Nathan's skin, each one a response to the press of the man's rough hands against his body, and he arched into his touch. He had really underestimated Valentino's dedication to their wedding night. They had barely stayed for the after-party when the man had suggested going home. Home—a luxurious house he had bought to 'commemorate their new life as a married couple.'What a cheeky man!Valentino's lips followed, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone and the hollow of his throat, leaving a trail of wet heat that pulled another desperate sound from Nathan's lip. His arms found their place around the man's neck and he pulled him closer. Even with his body flush
"Did you enjoy the view?"Valentino's voice cut through the air—thick and rich, followed by slow, heavy footsteps. It was calm. Too calm. He claimed the living room, dark-brown eyes landing on Nathan—tinged with something unreadable. The boy had taken refuge in the farthest corner of room, behi
Click!The door to Nathan's apartment swung inward and he filled the modest space, switching on the lights. It had barely been two days, yet, it felt like he hadn't been there in weeks. His light steps filled the air as he crossed the small living room. Once he was in his bedroom, he crashed onto
Snoring. It was soft, drifting in the air like quiet churns of ocean water. Valentino frowned, perplexed, eyes fluttering open. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling rested than he had in two days. Then, he felt it.An unnatural weight pressing on his hand. His fingers twitched, catching the sof
Nathan's hand trembled as Valentino's engulfed his, calloused, with rough tips like sand paper. He shifted where he sat on the ground, his fingers curling and uncurling. The chill of the tiles bit at his skin, but he had no other choice. Valentino's breath filled the air, anything but soft. Each







