Page 23 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

Mano inhaled through his nose, brows pulling together as he stared at him. Ody slid his hand under the fabric, wrapping his fingers around his hard length. Mano went still, every muscle tightening.

“You get hard so fast for me.”

Mano’s gaze grew unfocused, needy against his will.

“Fuck… don’t look at me like that,” Ody breathed, moving his hand.

Mano’s chest rose faster.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he added, keeping his hand firmly over his mouth.

Mano squeezed his eyes shut, heat rising to his cheeks.

“This look…” Ody said. “No one else sees you like this. You hear me?” He lifted his hand just a little.

“Let me go…” Mano breathed.

Ody covered his mouth again. “Wrong.” His grip tightened around his shaft, his pace picking up just enough to make Mano react. “Who would’ve thought,” he continued, voice low, “that the guy beating people up could look like this?”

Mano struggled under his hand, but Ody didn’t stop.

“I’m letting go,” he said. “Don’t make me shut you up again.” He pulled his hand back.

The second he did, Mano smirked. “You think you can manhandle me, mikre?” he said, voice edged with arrogance. “There’s nothing you can do to me. I’m stronger than you.”

Ody’s expression went cold. In one quick move, he flipped him onto his stomach. Mano barely had time to react before his chest hit the mattress, Ody’s weight already pinning him down.

He pressed against his ass, his hips moving slow, deliberate.

Mano’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Putting you in your place.” He pinned both his arms to the mattress, holding him there before he could properly fight back.

“Cut it out!” Mano snapped, louder than he meant to.

“You were saying?”

“Ody, stop it!”

“Stop me.”

Mano struggled beneath him.

“Come on, big boy,” Ody murmured. “Show me what those muscles are for.”

“You’re crushing me,” Mano gritted out. “That’s the only reason you’re on top right now.”

Ody grabbed both his wrists, pinning them easily with one hand on his back. Rings, ink, chain, everything visible as he held him there.

“The second you let go, you’re done, mikre,” Mano warned.

Ody’s mouth curved in quiet amusement, but he said nothing.

“Stop rubbing on me like that!” he snapped, embarrassed.

“Shhh…” Ody whispered, squeezing one of his ass cheeks. “You don’t want them to hear.”

Mano’s body jerked, his breath catching.