Chapter 5 One Condition

"Ahh...hhhaa..." he yawned, stretching out the lethargy from his sound slumber.

The bed felt so comfy that he was tempted to go back to sleep. However, his brain was aware that he needed to wake up. He blinked numerous times to clear his vision as he stared up at the ceiling.

Still dazed with sleep, he tried to recall what he did last night. He was certain he was not in his dorm room, so he figured he was in some random hotel, as he was used to whenever he had a hookup.

He expected to be alone since it was his rule to send the girl away once he had finished with her. However, he noticed that the room is far more luxurious than the one he had before.

Despite his ill reputation as a casanova, it had always been his rule 2 to pay for the hotel, and he had never had an expensive one like the one he had now.

"You're awake"

A deep voice drew his attention to the bathroom door, where a freshly showered guy wearing a white robe leans against the doorframe. The one who has tormented him even in his dreams.

He stiffened and tried to figure out the situation. Unfortunately, his brain appears to have stopped functioning, and all he can think of is his hammering heart.

His predicament was exacerbated when all of the recollections from the previous night at the bar flooded his jumbled mind.

"Why are you here?" He dreadfully asked while inwardly checking himself. But other than being almost naked, he does not sense anything unusual.

"Why would I not be? This is my room" he casually responded, but his response made Bienley gape in surprise.

"Your room?" He looked around, seemingly finding a clue.

It was only then that he noticed the photos displayed and the personalized vibe of the room.

"Ah, shit" he combed his hair in frustration after recognizing the mess he made. He got drunk last night and had no idea what happened that made him end up in his room.

He was correct about not having a hangover from the liquor he gave him last night. But he was certain he had done something stupid while inebriated. His stare seemed to tell him.

"I did not do anything stupid, right?" He softly asked, hoping that he was correct.

The man simply stared at him, taking his time to respond and his silence made him even more anxious.

"Well, you did this" after the long silence, he mumbled and pointed at his jaw with vivid bite marks.

Bienley paled, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. What on earth was he thinking when he gave him bite marks?

"Fuck," he exclaimed with frustration, facepalming himself.

"I do not mind them," he shrugged, rubbing the site of the bite marks.

Bienley should have been relieved, but he felt otherwise.

"However, having blue balls all night is another thing." The guy went on, his keen gaze piercing Bienley.

"What?" Bienley, puzzled, inquired with his brow furrowed.

"Last night, a drunk Casanova got fancy fiddling with my d*ck. But passed out before I could even find release" he casually explained, like it was the most natural thing to happen.

Bienley could feel the heat of humiliation creeping up his cheek as he looked at him with wide eyes. He has a lot of questions in his head but is too stunned to speak.

"You have to take responsibility, Mr. Casanova" Devon seriously muttered, watching his beautiful face.

"You are toying with me. I do not think you would let another guy touch you" he tried to say, although it was practically unclear.

"I am a bi and I enjoyed every detail of what you did. I can tell you have great hands" he unceremoniously announced to Bienley's surprise.

"You also appeared to be enjoying what you were doing. I was not expecting you to like playing with it." He teased after seeing Bienley's scandalized expression.

"I had a recorded video to prove it" Devon walked to the nightstand and picked up his phone.

"Here," he said after scrolling for a bit. He turned the screen towards Bienley, who gasped and looked away after recognizing the familiar figures on it.

It was a video footage from a CCTV camera. How the guy obtained it was not his concerns but the scandalous act he did. What possessed him to do such a thing? Although it has been in his thoughts since he met him, he can't believe he actually did it.

At this moment, he wished for the ground to crack open and devour him. He would rather be in the pit of hell than face the guy's intent attention.

"I've been sporting a hard on since last night and it's fucking painful" he continued, glancing downwards at his body.

Bienley could hear him but refused to turn and meet his gaze.

"I tried jerking this off, but I am not getting anywhere. My d*ck did not seem to enjoy my hands anymore," he said casually, as if he was just talking about breakfast.

While he was so calm about his dilemma, Bienley is in the verge of panic. Despite not wanting to indulge in his sinful thoughts, the guy's words made his heart race.

"It seemed to have grown accustomed to the Casanova's heavenly ministration" He continued with a smirk carving his lips.

Bienley swears he was blushing. His cheek felt like it was on fire.

"It wants the same attention it got last night," he says as he walks towards Bienley.

"I was drunk, and why would you have a video of it?" Bienley managed to defend himself while still refusing to look at him.

"Only I have the copy, so don't worry. Only you and I could watch it" he smirked and winked when Bienley turned to look at him.

"I will keep this video so your Casanova reputation will not be ruined" he added with an ominous smile while Bienley dreadfully waited.

"On one condition," he continued with seriousness.

Bienley was unaware that he had been holding his breath while dismally waiting for him to continue.

"Be my boyfriend"

****TBC****