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  Krist bit his lower lip. Across the table, he could clearly see Singto calmly talk to Knot about a their mutual decision for Krist to become the official liaison between Singto's and Bright's companies. Was it wrong for him to feel excited by merely watching his husband a few meters from him? "You can drag him to the restroom." Rome suggested. "Papi and I tried it before and the last cubicle in the male's restroom is rarely used. You have 10-15 minutes before Tutah arrives. Leah is still on her way as well. Ample of time for a round or two if you go now." Flushed, Krist excused himself and marched towards his husband. Two months of married life coupled with unbridled sexual activities inside and outside the bedroom still made him want more. Like, NOW. A confused Knot was left standing as he dragged Singto out the private dining room. Hands clammy, he did not utter a single word as he pushed Singto inside the last cubicle in the men's restroom as Ro

 Wrists tightly bounded on either side of his head, Singto growled. Goddamnit! "Kit, go faster." The slender male sitting on him shook his head.  "Punishment." Krist murmured between bitten lips as he go up and down on his cock in an agonizingly slow tempo. Relinquishing control was never Singto's cup of tea. Until now. With his inability to hold his pet's mouth in place, it was pure torture watching Krist go down on him earlier. The texture of that rough tongue licking its way from his balls to his tip and all the way back down again drove him crazy. More so when his veiny tip was suckled and the skin of his length was nipped. Now that his engorged cock was being 'suckled' by a different vacuum, Singto can feel his self-control slip away from his fingertips. If Krist's movement would not speed up anytime soon, the bedpost will be broken. Palms on his chest, legs on either side of his thighs, head thrown back as he rode his cock, the other male l

 He knew Krist cried a lot. Even back when they started this unusual relationship, the younger male would always have reddened eyes. That was proof of how Krist was emotionally struggling. It also proved Singto's chance to win him over. But this time around, there would be no telltale signs of his emotional struggles. No forced smiles, no reddened eyes, no soaking in the bathtub, no flushed cheeks. Back when they were together, Krist would go out of his way to be his cheerful self despite his tiresome job as a fast food crew. Singto asked him to stop working but the younger male was resolute in saving as much as he can for his family. Krist wanted to help as much as he can before they finally settled down with an adopted child. This had been boggling him for years. Why would Krist exhaust himself if he could simply ask money from him? Was it to continue his act as a white lotus? Were the plans they made only for naught? "Sir, I've cleaned up the Masters Bedroom. Shall I or

 "They don't know where he is. I think Rome does but he wouldn't say anything, even to Bright." Wayo sat beside Godt and received the cup of hot milk the older male offered. "Undetermined leave. That's what Bright's husband said." His mood plummeted to the ground even more at the news. Singto should have fucking locked him up before he could even think about running away from him. "Forth's on his trail but he's also having a hard time. He said Krist might be randomly riding busses, trains and even cabs to an indefinite destination." Godt explained. "He's running away from me." "I don't think so." Wayo softly disagreed. "He's only getting a breather." Singto chuckled at the irony. "Yeah. A breather from me." The younger male shook his head. "I heard a couple of things about him. Unpleasant. . .things." "What do you mean?" Godt questioned. Wayo bit his lower lip,