Page 24 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

“I don’t want to share you,” Ody said, his voice dropping. “You’re mine.”

“Stop…” Mano said, weaker than he intended.

“Say you’re mine and I will.”

Mano shut his eyes. “Stop making me say this shit…”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby,” Ody said. “I’ll make you say much worse than that. And you’re gonna love every second of it.” He tugged his pants lower in one sharp motion, before Mano could even move.

“Ody—!”

Too late. Ody pinned his hands again and pressed against him, slow and heavy. “You feel that, baby?” he murmured. “You see what you do to me?”

“S-stop… Stop it, I mean it…” he whimpered, turning his face into the mattress.

“Say you’re mine.”

“Stop doing that, I’m serious,” he said, trying to steady his voice, but it still betrayed him.

“Say it,” Ody repeated, his gaze dropping to his round glutes.

Mano’s breath hitched. “Okay… fine,” he admitted. “I am. Now stop.”

“That’s not what I told you to say.” He pressed his weight down harder.

Mano buried his face in the mattress, heat flooding his cheeks. “I… I’m yours,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

“What was that?” Ody said. “Couldn’t hear you.”

Mano clenched his jaw. He knew he had.

“You’re always so loud, so confident,” Ody went on, voice low with amusement. “What’s wrong? Is the bad boy getting shy?”

“Fuck you, Ody,” he muttered.

Ody let out a low chuckle. “I thought you were fearless. Big, strong, dominant…” His gaze lingered on him. “Now you’re scared of three little words?”

Mano looked away, unable to hide the flush creeping over his cheeks. “I’m yours.”

Ody went still. “Fuck… I didn’t think you’d actually say it.” He huffed a small laugh. “Guess I have to let you go now. Being such a good boy and all.”

“Stop… calling me that.”

Ody’s smile lingered, satisfied.

Mano exhaled. “You said you’d stop if I said it.”

“I did, damn it,” Ody let go of his wrists and shifted his weight off him.

Mano immediately pulled his pants up and pushed himself off the bed. His attention went straight to the balcony door. The only place he could disappear. “Don’t follow me,” he said, already moving. He stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

By the time he came back in, the tension hadn’t faded. Mano kept his eyes anywhere but on him, moving quickly as he grabbed his things. Ody leaned back against the door, watching him, that same knowing smirk still on his lips.

A few minutes later, they were ready to leave. Mano adjusted his hoodie, avoiding his gaze. They said a quick goodbye on their way out before getting in the car, Ody behind the wheel.

“Where are we going?” Mano asked.

“First, just a walk. Then this place I used to go to in high school.”