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"Keep going, please," I whispered, letting my gaze drift down his naked body on top of mine. I moaned as he lowered himself slowly, allowing me to go deep inside him. "That's it, just a little more, and I'll come," I murmured, hearing him moan along with the enticing sounds of our bodies.

"This is hard, I'm sore all over too," Matias grumbled between breaths. I smiled when he closed his eyes and braced his hands against my chest, quickening his thrusts.

"If that's the case, how are you managing to do it so well?" I shot back, captivated by the desire washing over his beautiful face. Matias leaned toward me as I gripped his throbbing cock and began stroking him.

"Ryuuji," he moaned, biting his lip hard.

"I want you to come with me," I murmured, making him move faster. When we reached our limit, Matias didn’t look away, and I remained lost in the deep brown of his eyes, feeling my cock throb and my skin hum with sweet satisfaction.

Visibly embarrassed, Matias lowered his gaze to my chest, seeing his release marking my skin. He tried to pull away, but I grabbed his hips, holding him in place.

"Not yet," I declared, still feeling him clenching around me. Slowly, Matias leaned in again, brushing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. "Aren’t you going to scold me for coming inside you?" I asked, inhaling his scent.

"If I didn’t want it, I would’ve put a condom on you," he replied, his voice husky and slow.

He kissed me again. I closed my eyes, parting my lips, giving him more space to let his tongue find mine. I memorized his movements, allowing myself to get lost in his different kisses—Matias was gentle, far too tender. It was strange, yet good. When the kiss ended, Matias pulled away, leaving me with the warmth of his skin and tingling lips.

Still lying down, I studied his broad back, noticing the numerous dark bruises covering his skin.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up in bed.

"You weren’t the only one causing trouble last night. I need to find my mother," he answered as he got up without looking at me again.

"Gabriela can’t win this war, Matias," I commented, watching him hesitate in the bathroom doorway.

"Those snakes always drowning in their own arrogance," he mocked.

"Don't act like you're not just as arrogant as I am," I chastised, forcing him to turn back toward me. "You may have started this war, but Hebi will finish it. And when Gabriela falls, all of the Lilies will go down with her," I declared, holding his deep gaze.

"You have no idea what Gabriela is capable of, Ryuuji. Take my advice—stay out of her way."

"And you have no idea what my father is capable of."

"Arrogance and presumption," he muttered with a hint of a smile. Matias walked into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving me alone.

After several minutes, I got out of bed and cleaned the mess on my chest. Then I went to the kitchen, ignoring every ache in my body. I made two simple sandwiches and grabbed a juice box from the fridge. Matias left the bathroom just as I was finishing the second sandwich—his hair was still damp, and he was wearing a simple black shirt with jeans.

"Want one?" I asked, my mouth full.

"No, I told Anton to get my lunch," he replied, running the towel through his hair, messing up the damp strands.

"And how’s your face?" I changed the subject, glancing at the dark bruise on his jaw and the cut at the corner of his mouth.

"It’s nothing. You’ve hit harder before," he said, heading to the bedroom.

"Unlike you! You didn’t even try to go easy on me," I accused, making him chuckle softly.

"I thought you liked it when I didn’t go easy," he reminded me, raising an eyebrow. He put on his hoodie and grabbed his keys from the counter.

"Yeah, but not when it ruins my handsome face," I shot back, making his smile widen slightly.

"I have to go. Clean up when you're done," he said, walking past me toward the entrance to put on his shoes.

"You could at least give me a kiss before leaving," I suggested, spinning on the stool.

"You seem needier than usual, but I really have to go," he commented without looking at me.

I got off the stool and abruptly shut the door, blocking his way out. Matias turned to face me, unsurprised, his gaze meeting mine.

"You wake me up to fuck, take a shower alone, refuse to have lunch with me, and now you can’t even give me a goodbye kiss?" I said, my hand firm against the door. "I like when you're rough with me, but don’t you dare treat me like just some whore," I warned, my eyes drifting to his inviting lips.

"So, it’s okay if I treat you like my whore?" he teased, making me grin.

"Asshole," I whispered, closing the distance between us. Matias kept his eyes open when I kissed him, and I laughed as I felt his teeth sink into my lip.

"Naughty, I like it," I teased, excited.

Visibly flustered, Matias looked away and left the apartment without another word. Smiling, I finished my lunch and cleaned up the kitchen. Then, I took a cold shower and borrowed some clothes from his dresser. I liked discovering that all of them smelled like him.

Tired, I returned to the unmade bed. I should go home, find out how the others were doing, and see what the city looked like after last night’s chaos, but my head ached, and my exhausted body sank into the soft mattress. I just needed to sleep a little longer.

"Run! I told you to run!"

"But he..."

"Go now! They can't see you."

The smell of blood made my injured nose itch, and the pain in my ribs made it hard to breathe. He ran off, stumbling and disappearing down the dirt path. I sucked in a sharp breath, making the stabbing pain in my chest worsen. I grabbed the small stone wall and avoided looking down at the river below—at the lifeless body.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered, but I looked anyway. "Fuck, Takashi!" I cried, feeling dizzy and burning from the inside out.

I woke up with a start, sweat dripping down my skin, my breathing short and heavy. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my racing heart, and before I could sit up, my attention was drawn to the boy beside me, silently watching.

"What are you doing?" I asked Matias, struggling to find his gaze in the dark.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, ignoring my question.

Still trembling, I sat up. I was still in his apartment, and judging by the lack of light coming through the windows, it was already nighttime. I had slept the entire day and was still exhausted.

"It was just a damn nightmare," I grumbled, brushing my hair from my forehead. "What time is it?" I asked, leaning over to turn on the bedside lamp. Matias continued studying me carefully.

"You talk in your sleep, did you know that?" he said, quickly catching my gaze.

"I did," I replied, resting my back against the headboard.

"And what were you dreaming about?" he insisted calmly. Matias was still wearing the same clothes from earlier, but his face looked more rested. Noticing my prolonged silence, he continued, "You can't keep secrets from me, Ryuuji."

I smiled, studying his handsome face bathed in golden light.

"We just met, Matias. Of course, we have our secrets. Even though I hate not knowing what’s going on in your head," I muttered, my voice rough from sleep.

"What would you like to know?"