[Bonus chapter] It’s Getting Hot In Here

Riley took his time in the shower. He needed it to calm himself. Thankfully soaking in the hot bath helped a lot to soothe his mind and settle his raging heart. Soon it was back to normal.

And as for the foreign feeling, he settled to call it gratitude... for now. 

Gratitude for the person who treated him way better than anyone else. Even better than his family.

Using one of the robes provided, Riley went out of the bathroom.

The aroma of food immediately greeted him. Riley felt famished as soon as he smelt it.

"Hmmm, smells nice." He said, taking a whiff. Tying the belt of the robe, he approached the table. "Are you going to shower first? I'll wait for you." Riley asked Draco, his attention on the food.

However, he did not get any response. Taking his attention from the food, he looked at Draco sitting in the corner. He found him looking at him intensely.

Riley was a little taken aback. "Draco?" He asked tentatively.

Draco saw the boy's expression and cursed himself for his undisciplined self.

Actually, the moment Riley went out only wearing a robe, his skin flushed from the hot bath with his collarbone peeking at the edges of his robe, took Draco's breath away.

Then the boy had to bend, giving him a peek at his chest. It was brief. But it was enough to awaken a strong desire to possess the youth.

Riley had no idea of his allure. He innocently smiled while standing there a few feet while Draco had to battle his unscrupulous desires.-

Taking a step towards Riley, not trusting himself to speak yet, Draco remained silent. The boy was staring at him but did not retreat. 

Draco was pleased by that.

He picked up the towel on the bed and said, "Don't leave your hair damp for too long. Why did you not use the blow dryer?" His voice came out hoarse.

Then Draco draped the towel over Riley's wet hair and began to rub it.

"It's fine. I can do it later," Riley protested. His hand came up to pull the towel.

However, Draco ignored him. Instead, he gently grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled him. "Come. Let me dry your hair. Then we'll eat. The food will grow cold. I'll take a shower later."

Riley let himself get dragged to the bathroom, where the blow dryer was attached.

Inside, Riley stuck close to the counter, trying to put as much distance between himself and Draco. 

The bathroom was not small, but with Draco in it with him, Riley felt cramped. As if the tall man's frame ate all the space away.

Draco reached to unhinge the dryer. As he did, his chest momentarily pressed on Riley's back. And Riley immediately went rigid, holding his breath. He stood in front of the mirror and bowed his head. Riley shut his eyes close. His hands gripped the edges of the countertop as his body was pressed forward by Draco.

When Draco straightened and turned on the hair dryer, Riley was so glad he felt light-headed. Inside the small room, the noise coming from the machine got amplified. It was so loud it drowned all other sounds, helping to conceal Riley's booming heartbeat.

Hot air blew as Draco's fingers combed through his hair. Riley had to bite his lips to stop himself from groaning. Gently and repeatedly, the fingers worked their way through his scalp like a caress. It felt so good.

Riley can't help but feel relaxed. His head lulled to the side following Draco's touch, revealing his slender neck. The youth's cheeks were flushed, and his lips were slightly open. And his half-open eyes turned drowsy.

The soft glow from the overhead light played with the paleness of Riley's eyes, making his image dreamy and seductive.

Draco's eyes in the mirror instantly turned red with lust. His carnal instinct urging him. It took all his willpower not to pounce and do things with the boy; make Riley his, right there and then.

Enticed, Draco moved closer, his gaze never leaving Riley's reflection. The hand on the boy's hair slid to the shoulder, down to the boy's arm. Draco felt the shiver that runs the boy's body.

The motor of the dyer automatically died.

Riley awakened from the stupor. His stare fixed on Draco's through the mirror. Draco's grey eyes, Riley noticed, were darker than usual.

It held Riley captive.

The stare was so intense it made Riley want to hide. He felt… shy. Yet somewhere deep down, he also felt an unexplained anticipation. Like a prelude to something more?

His senses still tingling, Riley suddenly felt... hot? Maybe it's the hot air from the dryer?!

So confusing! Ah, Riley Santillan, what in the world is wrong with you?! Riley cannot make ends of his conflicting thoughts.

Giving up, Riley averted his gaze. "It's getting hot here," he remarked, anxiously fanning himself. "Thank you, Draco. I think my hair's fine now. Let's eat?"

Riley turned to leave. Draco stood unmoving, then said, "I'll be out in a minute. I need to use the bathroom."

The non-suspecting Riley thought nothing of it and replied, "Okay. I'll wait for you."

Draco locked the door after Riley. He moved to the sink and splashed his face with cold water. After a few tries, he stopped and stared at himself in the mirror. Droplets of water clung to his eyelashes and dripped down his striking face. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes looked wild. He closed it, trying to breathe slower. 

However, the image of Riley's unfettered responses to his touch surfaced in Draco's mind.

Feeling discomfort in his nether region, Draco let out a frustrated groan that almost sounded like a roar.

Draco is beginning to believe that the boy's very existence unleashed all his pent-up sexual desire. 

After years of not having the yearning to be intimate with anyone, then finding someone he was so greatly attracted to was very satisfying. But at the same time, it was sweet torture.

The fact that the recipient of his affection was over a decade younger than him did not help at all.

Riley is still young and gullible.

He trusted Draco wholeheartedly. Clueless to the yearning Draco was suppressing.

Taking deep breaths, Draco pushed to calm himself.

And the little bull inside his pants.

He had to. The boy was just outside waiting for him to have dinner.