34. rules

Storm let out a soft sigh. He push Bash’s fallen hair behind his ear then pinched his right earlobe playfully. “Don’t get too excited, I haven’t given you my conditions.”

“Oh—okay, “Bash said uneasily.

“I will be your boyfriend but you must never force me to profess love to you unless I indeed want to,” Storm said.

Although the idea of not hearing his boyfriend say he loves him tasted sour in Bash’s mind, he accepted, he was desperate. “Okay.” He forced a smile.

“In exchange for my attention you must satisfy my sexual urges unconditionally, no complains, is that okay by you?” Storm asked.

‘No, what if you do something I dislike?’ Bash wanted to say but foolishly rephrased at the last minute. “As long it is within my capacity, I will do as you wish.”

Storm smirked.” It will be within your capacity.”

The smirk on his handsome face seemed rather mischievous, it made the hair on the back of Bash’s neck stand but the lovesick boy ignored the feeling.

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