Warning 18+
Sam stood by the refreshment table, glaring at his wine glass like it had personally betrayed him. The drink was too sweet, too smooth… and definitely not grape juice.
Just as he reached for a refill, a familiar figure stepped into view.
Sage.
Eyes sharp, smirk sharper, sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at mischief.
"I thought you didn't drink," Sage said, tilting his head like a smug fox who already knew the answer.
Sam didn't flinch. "I'm an adult. I can drink."
"Ohhh. Okay, Mr. Adult," Sage replied mockingly. "So grown-up. So bold."
Sam scowled. "And who played this nonsense prank anyway?"
"Someone come to mind?" Sage asked, lifting a brow, amused.
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Yeah. And that someone is standing right in front of me."
Sage chuckled. "Oh, come on. Look around. All your friends got exactly what they wanted tonight. No regrets. No cowardice."
Sam glanced toward the dance floor, where his friends were missing in action. Couples had paired off. Everyone was… busy.
Sage leaned in, his voice a whisper edged with temptation. "Guess they're all completing their night just fine."
Sam looked back at him with a raised brow, steady, unflinching.
"Are you sulking, Sam? Because you're not?"
"I don't want to get busy," Sam replied firmly.
"No?" Sage leaned closer, smiled wickedly. "Or are you just… afraid?"
Sam didn't answer. His eyes did.
Challenge accepted.
"If you're not scared to try something new…" Sage's lips brushed close to his ear, "follow me."
And just like that, Sage turned and walked off, no second glance.
Sam stood frozen, breath caught, fingers tightening around his glass.
He downed it in one gulp.
And followed.
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In the car.
Sage's sleek black car purred to life as Sam climbed in, trying to act like his pulse wasn't betraying him.
Sam, arms crossed: "Where are we going? Is this another kidnapping?"
Sage, shifting gears, voice lazy and low: "Is it still kidnapping if you're willing?"
Sam scoffed. "Cheeky."
Sage smirked. "Ungrateful."
"Excuse me? I'm not ungrateful—"
"Yeah, yeah. We'll see," Sage murmured.
He shifted again. His knuckles brushed Sam's thigh — lightly, like an accident. But Sam knew better.
He froze.
Sage didn't look his way. But that smirk was still there, sitting on his lips like a promise.
And Sam? He was suddenly very aware of how warm the car was. And how cold his skin felt where Sage hadn't touched him yet.
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The villa stood like a quiet predator beside the moonlit beach — white walls, sharp lines, shadows curling at the edges. Sam followed Sage in with hesitant steps, his breath catching slightly at the cold air conditioning and the even colder anticipation crawling up his spine.
"Welcome to my humble home," Sage said, voice smooth as silk, mischief curling at the edge of his lips.
He gave a look to the butler before ascending the stairs. "No one comes up till I come down," he ordered.
Sam scoffed, uneasy. "What are we even doing here?"
"Don't you remember?" Sage looked over his shoulder. "You followed me. Willingly."
They reached the second floor — one long hallway, black and white marble underfoot, the door at the end ajar like a trap set to spring.
Inside, the bedroom was minimalist and cold, yet strangely alluring — like the man who owned it. Large balcony doors stood open, revealing the moonlit waves below.
Sam stepped toward the balcony, letting the wind hit his face, hoping it would cool the warmth blooming in his chest.
But it didn't.
Because soon, there was a presence behind him. Arms caging him in on either side of the railing. A soft chuckle against his ear.
"This is the first time you didn't break into my room," Sage murmured.
Sam tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it."
"Oh, I did." Sage's voice dropped. "But this time… you're here by invitation."
Sam felt his breath hitch as Sage leaned in — not kissing, just… hovering. His scent, his closeness, the sheer gravity of him — it was overwhelming.
"Why am I here?" Sam asked, voice softer than he intended.
Sage's lips brushed against his neck. "To learn some manners."
Sam's laugh cracked, but he couldn't finish it. Sage had already turned him around.
"To learn how to be grateful."
And then — a kiss. Not soft, not gentle. It devoured. Sage kissed like a man starving, like every part of Sam's resistance was just a game he intended to win. Sam's knees nearly buckled. He clutched at Sage's shirt, pulling him closer, needing more — but not knowing what more meant.
They parted only when Sage reached into his pocket and slowly unfolded a silk ribbon.
"What are you—?"
"Shh."
He tied the blindfold around Sam's eyes. The world went dark. And then — he was lifted, carried.
"Sage—"
"Let me teach you what being grateful feels like."
The sheets were cool. His body wasn't. Sage's voice — rich, low, magnetic — was the only thing grounding Sam as warm lips trailed his jawline, as hands tugged at his clothes with practiced ease.
Sage wasn't rushed.
He was deliberate.
Sam's silk shirt was dangling from the shoulder as it was just there to increase his temperature. Pant? They are already gone. Sage tore them apart.
" Are you gonna buy me new clothes too? "
Sage while removing his own shirt. And Sam while blindfolded trying to unbutton it quickly.
" Is that a date offer? "
" Shut u... "
Sage bites his Adam's apple. Sam gasped. Sage laid him down.... Starting with the neck now in his collar bone. Bite again.
" Are you a dog? "
" Wanna see what real dogs do? "
"N.. "
Before he got to finish. Sage bites on his left tits. He choked on his breath. Nipple tears. Blood running.
" Ah... Hah... Hah.. Ah. "
He explored his body... Licking and biting every spot visible in his eyes. Munching on his belly button like it's the most delicious meal.
And finally got to crotch. And licked.
The hands that helped back Sam's hand till now is released. Fisting on Sage's hair.
" Don't. It's nasty. "
Sage unbuckled his belt and pinned Sam's hands against the bed board, tied his hands and, " Just enjoy it. "
He got down again. Sam was not small. But he put it inside his mouth in one go. While Sam whimpered, twisting his hands, red marks were already visible.
Sage bobbed his head, sucking every corner, finally tasting his meal.
" Ahh... Ahh.. Ahh... No. No. Wait. Slow.. Ah"
He didn't stop. He won't stop until making him experience the pure joy.
The bed board cracked because of Sam's twisting. But Sage... He didn't care. And finally he tasted.
" Ahh... I'm cumming! Move. "
But He didn't move. He kept going. Sam cummed in his mouth... " Ahh! "
He breathed heavily. Gasping for air. Experiencing the bliss he can't explain. Was it painful? No. Was it pleasure? Yes. Sam's pain now turned into pleasure.
Sage's mouth still covered in his cum, " You are sweet."
" Remove the belt. I want to touch you. "
And something in Sage just turned on. He is hard. Too damn hard. Sam already cummed once but Sage. His crotch is thriving... Standing tall, proud, ready to enter the hole. He uncuffed him.
Sam, still blindfolded, grabbed Sage's face and kissed him hard. As if he was kiss depraved. And suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside. He jolted. "Ahh! " He screamed. A foreign sensation.
" You're tight. " Sage groaned.
" Ah ah.. Ah... One.. One fing... "
" That won't do. "
Another two fingers scissored his hole, stretching, making his hole prepared for the upcoming hole. And Sam... In the tenth sky. Pleasure in his body. Now he was crying from pleasure and pain. A foreign sensation inside his body that made him forget who he was. His body was ready to take.
And Sage opened a pack of condoms. Whispered near Sam's voice. " Let's have a taste of raw meat. " And tossed the condom box away. Sage uses a condom while having Sex. But for some reason when it comes to Sam he just does everything opposite. He wants to taste him. And a rubber will just block that taste. And anything that blocks him from getting something he wants. No need for that.
And the wind blows cold outside, but Sam's body? It was hot as fire. Sage penetrated him in on go, pushing half, and Sam cried and screamed harder. He moaned. And Sage groaned.
" Honey, you're so tight. Ah. "Sage growled.
" Agh.. Hah.. Ahh.. No.. No.. Ahh... "
" Your body is saying one thing and your mouth is saying another. "
" Ahhh.. It will tear. No no no.. Aghh! "
And another thrust with and full in. It teared, blood messing the silk bed sheet. But did anybody care? No. Sam fisted on Sage's hair. With each thrust he devoured him. Taking his breath away.
" Ah ah ah..!! "
Sam just whimpered and moaned. And Sage removed his blind fold .... Finally eyes locking. Tears around the eyes left marks, red and dizzy from pleasure. And something shook in Sages heart while seeing it. He cummed. Inside him. Hot semen filling his stomach. Sam moaned. And kissed him again.
" The night is long, honey. "
And Sam knew his torture is not coming anywhere near to closing. It's just starting. Like the waves in the beach never stopped coming to the shore, Sage also didn't stop cumming inside him, Sam's stomach was just too filled. Sage didn't late single drop leak, as their body clapping echoed the room the entire night. Filled with moaning and groaning.
The next morning.
Sunlight spilled through the balcony windows, brushing golden warmth across Sam's lashes. His body ached—every muscle sore, his mind still fuzzy with flashes of last night.
He blushed.
So that's what they meant by pain and pleasure blending.
His fingers curled in the soft quilt draped over him. Naked. Cleaned up. No clothes in sight.
And then came the smell—sweet, warm, comforting. Pancakes.
"Already up?" came a voice.
Sam turned toward the door. There stood Sage in white joggers, shirtless, a tray of pancakes and coffee balanced casually in one hand.
Sam's eyes tracked the tray like it was the Holy Grail.
Sage smirked, "Stop ogling it. It's going in your stomach, not your soul."
"I'm not ogling," Sam grumbled. "I'm just starving."
"Sure." Sage placed the tray on the bed.
Sam took the first bite, syrupy strawberry flavor melting on his tongue. His mouth was full when Sage leaned in and kissed him slowly—cheeks, forehead, nose, lips—soft and patient.
"Good morning, honey."
"Good morning," Sam replied without missing a beat, too distracted by sugar and tenderness to register the nickname.
Sage sipped his coffee, watching Sam devour the plate like he hadn't eaten in days.
Then—
"Oh, shit. What time is it?"
"10:18."
"F*ck!"
Sage raised a brow. "Language."
Sam shot up—winced. His legs were not okay. "We're supposed to have breakfast together at 11. VP Sir might be doing his rounds by now. We're all screwed."
"Relax," Sage said, taking another sip. "He's the one who drank the most last night. If he's doing rounds, he's doing them in his dreams."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Now get cleaned up. I'll drive you back."
Sam paused, mid-bite. "Why would you drop me off?"
"Oh? You didn't know?" Sage smirked. "I'll be staying in Phuket too. With your group. Think of it as my vacation."
"What the fu—"
Before Sam could finish, Sage stole another kiss and handed him fresh clothes.
"Your outfit from last night wasn't in the best shape," he said with mock sweetness.
Sam glared and hobbled toward the bathroom, muttering, "Why do my legs feel like I ran a marathon through hell…"
"And that," Sage called after him, "was just the warm-up."
Sam paused. "What are you even talking about?"
"The shopping date. Still valid, by the way."
And before Sam could curse him, Sage was gone.
"That smug bastard…" Sam muttered under his breath.
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Scene: The Group Awakens
At exactly 10:58 AM, five doors in the hotel hallway clicked open in near-perfect unison.
Ray.
Juli.
Jean.
Prez.
Jake.
All stood frozen—hair wild, lips swollen, shirts rumpled or—let's be real—missing entirely. Bite marks. Hickeys. Backaches.
They stared.
They registered in each other's states.
And then, without a word, slammed their doors shut again.
Cut to: 11:10 AM.
Buffet lounge.
Silence.
Everyone sat at the table, nursing black coffee and toast like survivors of a very specific natural disaster. Eye contact? Forbidden.
Especially between Ray and Juli.
Jake glared at them like they'd stolen his dignity. They threw looks back with zero remorse.
Jean tried to mediate. "Can we not—"
Jake interrupted, "What the hell were you doing with that detective, huh?"
Jean pinched his own tongue. "I plead the fifth."
Prez sipped her juice and pointed her fork dramatically.
"Okay but… where the hell is Sam?"
And just then—
"Here."
Sam slid into the seat beside her like he'd been there all along.
"Where the hell were you?" Prez narrowed her eyes.
Sam pinched her cheeks. "Giving you and Jake some privacy. You turned our shared room into a love motel."
Jean: "Wait… so where did you stay?"
"Was with me," came Sage's voice, striding in casually with sunglasses and a grin.
Ray: "Why are you still here?"
Sage: "Great news! I'm joining your whole vacation package. Lucky you."
Juli: "Oh, f*ck."
Prez: "WHY are you here again?"
Sage checked his watch. "Well, my bodyguard had a very special night and hasn't reported back. I think he's abandoned me."
Right on cue, Felton walked in—plate stacked with eggs, bacon, and toast. Behind him: Rowon and Rai.
Sage's gaze shifted to Rowon, who looked far too put-together considering last night.
"Pretty," Sage muttered.
Felton leaned close. "Say one more word and I'm shoving this toast in your mouth."
Sage smiled.
Rowon, still cool as ever, sat beside Felton. Rai dragged a chair from God-knows-where and dropped it beside Jean like nothing happened.
Sage raised his glass. "You should all thank me for the most liberating night of your lives."
Everyone in unison: "Shut up!"
Sage: "Ouch. Tough crowd."
Just then, Miana walked in with her plate. "Why is everyone acting like they fought a war?"
No one answered.
Forks hit plates.
Eyes stayed on food.
Miana narrowed her eyes and slowly took her seat beside Juli.
"Weird.