Semua Bab Silent Amour : Bab 41 - Bab 50

It was midnight, and the living room was aglow with party lights, pulsing to the beat of a pop song that gave a lively, intense vibe to the person dancing along. Empty beer bottles were rolling around, a clear sign that whoever was here had a bit too much to drink. Chips were scattered across the table and floor. "Claudia, come here, baby. Take a break; the night is still young," called the young man sitting on the sofa. She gave a carefree swirl of her hips before plopping down beside him, breathing heavily. As she fell onto his lap, he wrapped his arms around her, grinning as she playfully nudged him. His gaze lingered on her, slowly drifting down to her chest, barely concealed by her thin top. "You look so hot tonight." "Do I?" she teased with a smirk, and he nodded in agreement. Leaning in, she caught his lip in a light nibble, giving a playful tug. "You’re naughty," he murmured, trying to pull her closer, but she stood up from the couch, casting a sultry look back at him. He g

It was already 10 PM, and they were still going through the case details, with no intention of heading home anytime soon. That's when Braylon noticed the coffee cup in front of him. He looked up to see who had placed it there—it was none other than Adler. "You guys are working hard; I'm really proud of you," Adler said, handing out coffee to everyone who was working. But Eryx didn’t like the way Adler was looking at Braylon. "Thank you for your concern, Chief," Eryx replied, forcing a smile. Adler smirked, sensing the jealousy in the air. Franklyn, too, wasn’t fond of Adler’s presence, as it always made him feel uneasy. After a brief internal struggle, Adler decided to leave the room. He made his way to his cabin, and as soon as he entered, he received a phone call. Adler’s expression changed drastically, and Braylon, who had been sneaking glances at him, noticed the shift. "Don't you think you're looking at him like you're about to devour him?" Eryx's annoyed tone didn't affect Br

The room was quiet, filled with predominantly dark tones accented by occasional hints of white. Its appearance might have seemed cold and uninviting, but the atmosphere carried a surprising warmth. The air was infused with the strong yet refreshing scent of a woody room spray, softened by a delicate hint of sweet floral notes. Eryx let out a low grunt and slowly opened his eyes. Last night had been odd. He had acted like a complete jerk, while Braylon spent the night whining and complaining before eventually falling asleep in his arms. Eryx shifted his gaze downward, taking in the sight of his lover snuggled close against him. The traces of dried tears on Braylon's face told their own story—he had cried, even in his sleep, where his soft whimpers persisted. It wasn’t physical exhaustion that had drained him but a deep mental and emotional toll. Those tears carried countless untold stories, but the fragments Braylon had shared revealed enough to clear some of the tension between them.

"And don't be a child. You know, he doesn't like you at all, yet you're negotiating with me for him?" Braylon rolled his eyes, unable to bear the awkwardness of the situation. "Whatever. I'm not letting his baseless jealousy get to me," Adler responded, rolling his eyes in return. Braylon chuckled a little, easing the tension. Braylon stood up and took a few steps, but Adler stopped him before he could leave. "Can we go for dinner, if you're free? With Alan, of course. I miss my little prince." "Man, you're the prince, but look at you—working as chief of the precinct," Braylon facepalmed, almost exasperated by Adler’s choices, especially considering all he did for Braylon. "Aish, are you coming to dinner or not?" Adler pressed. "I'll tell you when I'm free," Braylon said, looking at Adler, who hummed in response. There was a brief moment of silence before Braylon walked out of Adler's office. His expression had completely changed since their conversation, now filled with a quiet

The smooching sound echoed throughout the room while Braylon was moaning helplessly. Braylon's pants were long gone, only with boxer on him. Eryx turned him around and looked at the messy face of the latter. His face got a tint of red dust, his chest was going up and down non-rhythmically. Braylon was wetting his dry lips now and then, contemplating his life decisions for sure. “Let me help you with your dry lips, baby.” Eryx's oral commissure was plastered with a dirty smirk which was clearly not good for Braylon right now. In the meantime, Eryx caught Braylon's soft lips between his own and started to devour as if there was no tomorrow. Braylon wrapped his hand around Eryx's neck, accepting everything on his way to the whole night. Eryx was biting, nibbling, smooching his lips and sucking his lips keeping the latter in high. Eryx broke kisses for a few seconds; Braylon hurriedly helped Eryx take off his clothes and tossed them on the floor somewhere. “Such an anguished kitt