Stranger that I Know: The Forgotten Promise

7 – Unrestrained Desire

**Warning Adult Content**

When Ilya finally left the meeting, he felt like a hollow shell. His face was pale, his sadness written clearly in the slouch of his shoulders and the emptiness in his eyes. He didn't wait for Leo to accompany him. Instead, he ignored the calls from behind, the words failing to register as he headed directly to the nearest taxi.

He couldn't remember much of the ride to his apartment. When he finally stepped out of the cab, he stood frozen on the sidewalk, lost in thought, until the loud honk of a car horn jolted him back to reality.

As he opened the door to his apartment, Ilya's eyes fell on Nero, sitting cross-legged on the ground. The food delivery Ilya had arranged was scattered all around him, the creamy beige carpet soaked with spilled soup.

The moment Nero saw him, he shot up and ran to him, his movements uncannily similar to an eager puppy greeting its owner after a long absence.

That smile.

It was the same radiant, unguarded smile that had been etched into Ilya's mind since the day before.

Ilya couldn't help but smile back, though his expression was laced with bitterness—a self-mocking smile that betrayed the turmoil within. A single tear rolled down his cheek, unbidden.

Nero's own smile faltered at the sight. He approached Ilya with a worried expression, lowering his head to match Ilya's height. He reached out tentatively, trying to wipe the tear from Ilya's face, but Ilya caught his hand tightly in his own.

Before Nero could react, Ilya leaned in and pressed his lips against Nero's.

Nero froze, startled by the sudden kiss. He instinctively took a step back, his wide honey-colored eyes searching Ilya's face for an explanation. But Ilya didn't stop. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Nero's back hit the couch.

Without giving Nero a chance to process what was happening, Ilya gently but firmly pushed him onto the cushions, his hands gripping Nero's shoulders to keep him steady. His lips captured Nero's again, this time with a fervent intensity like a relentless rainstorm refusing to end.

After a long, breath-stealing kiss that left both Ilya and Nero gasping for air, Ilya finally pulled back. His chest heaved as he looked down at Nero, their faces still inches apart. His gaze locked onto those honey-colored eyes that seemed to hold the questions in them.

Nero's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, but Ilya caught the faintest flicker of tension in his jaw, the way his fingers curled slightly at his sides.

His gaze lingered on Nero, tracing the lines of his sharp jaw, the messy strands of dark hair that framed his striking features, and the solid strength of his frame. Nero lay just like a statue, unmoving, unshakable, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"Will you look down on me? Are you going to judge me?"

Ilya asked, one hand keeping Nero in place while the other traced his lips, which were wet from his own saliva.

When Nero didn't respond, Ilya pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against Nero's ear. "It doesn't matter. I am keeping you," he murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and desire.

He slid his hands down Nero's torso, tracing the firm muscles as his fingers drew circles on the caramel skin around Nero's nipple. Nero's breath quickened, a soft shudder running through him as Ilya leaned down and nibbled on the pert mound of his nipple.

"Ah… Haa…"

Nero moaned softly, his voice trembling with pleasure.

Ilya's other hand continued to grope and tease the opposite nipple, his fingers drawing deliberate circles over the sensitive flesh. While still sucking on Nero's chest, Ilya's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Nero's pants. Nero let out a low, guttural sound as Ilya's hand wrapped around his hard member, stroking it slowly.

"You're so warm," Ilya whispered, his lips brushing against Nero's neck as his hand moved with deliberate precision. "Do you like this?"

Ilya shifted, straddling Nero's thighs as he stroked his length faster, his movements focused entirely on the thick member that filled his hand completely.

"Haa… Hhan… Aaahh…"

Nero moaned louder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

It didn't take long for Nero to come, his release spilling over Ilya's hand and dripping onto his shirt. The slimy, white fluid coated Ilya's fingers as Nero's body trembled, his breaths sharp and uneven.

Nero lay beneath him, his hands hovering near Ilya's waist, his restraint teetering on the edge. His body trembled, his muscles taut, struggling to maintain control despite the overwhelming sensations.

"It seems I've opened a new pleasure box for you, dear," Ilya teased, licking his fingers experimentally. The taste wasn't nearly as good as it was made to seem in pornos or comics. With a small shrug, he wiped his hands on his shirt.

As he did, his eyes wandered to Nero, who was lying still, staring at him with an intensity that made Ilya pause. Nero's honey-colored eyes overflowed with heat and hunger, and his still-hard length, which had just been satisfied, was already standing proud again.

A smile tugged at Ilya's lips as he reached out to touch the tip. Nero flinched instantly at the contact, his body trembling with need. When Ilya withdrew his hand, the loss was evident on Nero's face, his expression pleading for more.

Seeing the alluring man beneath him, with his thick member throbbing and his eyes full of lust, something snapped inside Ilya.

Clothes were soon scattered on the ground, mixing with the soup spilled earlier. Ilya sat on Nero's thighs, his legs spread wide, supporting himself with one hand while his fingers stretched the delicate rim of his rear opening.

Nero's eyes were glued to Ilya's movements, watching with fascination as his fingers slid in and out of the small, tight hole. His breathing quickened, and his already-hard length swelled even more, leaving Ilya momentarily shocked at Nero's size.

For a brief moment, Ilya froze, his hand wrapping around Nero's member to gauge its sheer girth. The realization hit him like a jolt, taking Nero inside might very well be the death of him.

His resolve wavered as he considered retreating, but Nero moved for the first time. His large hand covered Ilya's, pressing it firmly against his painfully swollen member. The desperate need in Nero's actions sent a thrill through Ilya's chest.

Ilya's thoughts flashed to the President's words, echoing in his mind:

"Either accompany the President of Evans Corporation, or you can say goodbye to your career."

"I have to do this," Ilya murmured, stroking Nero's cheekbone gently.

A pang of guilt shot through him as he gazed at Nero's innocent, trusting face.

"I hope you don't blame me when you realize what's happening between us."

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Ilya couldn't bear the thought of giving his first time to some unknown, lecherous old man. He'd rather it be Nero, someone who looked at him like he was the center of the world.

Taking a deep breath, Ilya adjusted his position. He sat on Nero's throbbing member, rubbing it lightly against his entrance. The slickness of Nero's precum eased the slide as the tip pressed against his tight opening.

"Aahh…"

Ilya's head fell back, a low groan escaping his lips as the pressure mounted. It was painful, but the heat and the anticipation drove him forward. Slowly, he pushed down, feeling the throbbing heat of Nero's length stretching him. Nero's hands gripped Ilya's thighs tightly, his strength almost bruising as his body tensed under the mounting pleasure.

Before Ilya could fully adjust, the world suddenly flipped. In one swift, fluid motion, he found himself lying beneath Nero, pinned by his overwhelming strength and weight.

With a primal snarl, Nero's restraint shattered. He grabbed Ilya's waist, spinning him around and pressing him against his bare body. His lips found Ilya's neck, hot and insistent, as his hands roamed possessively over Ilya's body.

Ilya gasped, his head tipping back as Nero's teeth grazed his skin, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. Nero's touch was rough but not careless, his movements driven by instinct and an overwhelming need.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. Nero's strength enveloped Ilya, his warmth consuming him as they moved in a fevered rhythm.

When Nero finally entered him, the sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that left Ilya gasping. Nero's pace was relentless, his primal passion driving him deeper with every thrust.

Ilya sensed his insides being messed up as Nero thrust his hard and big member nonstop. He could feel it pressing against his stomach, but there was no stopping.

Ilya felt overwhelmed and relieved at the same time, the sensation neither painful nor unpleasant.

The night stretched on in a blur of heat and intensity, their bodies tangling in a dance of unrestrained desire. Nero's stamina seemed endless, his need to claim Ilya consuming them both until exhaustion finally overtook Ilya.

After changing numerous positions and places, Ilya ended up on his bed, naked and ragged, while Nero continued kissing him breathlessly and thrusting inside him like a starving beast finally feasting after years.

Nero stopped only when Ilya lost consciousness. Though still hard, he wrapped Ilya in a blanket and lay beside him, his fingers brushing through Ilya's short hair, gently smoothing it away from his forehead.

"Jae Min…" Nero murmured softly.