Sweet CEO's First Love

He got up and walked to the bathroom, pulling off his mangled and slightly ripped shirt, then throwing it to the floor.

Heart stepped out of the shower, the warm glow still radiating off his body from the heat of the steam. Saint's shower facilities were soothing and relaxing. Now Heart was clean, and his pink skin had been maddeningly scrubbed to practically raw everywhere on his body. He thought twice before doing it because he had never had to go about cleaning down there so... thoroughly before, but he had cleaned everything. 

Yet it hadn't helped anything. He would never be able to clean the images of their wild and passionate sex from his mind. 

Which was okay by him since he didn't want to. He rather wanted to treasure it, actually.

And treasure it he had.

Because he had spent the entire shower thinking about how Saint's face had looked as he came, replaying that moment like his own personal movie inside his head. 

The face he made when he kissed him. The groans, moans, the very way Saint's muscles had twisted and contracted against him.

His eyes filled with tears of heavy pain from his intense hard-on, and he found despite their earlier sexcapades, he had to masturbate again in the shower just to get it all out, which in turn made him have to shower all over again. 

He had told himself so many times that he knew tonight would come. But he had always told himself, he wasn't ready for it, to have Saint grab him and thrust inside him. But the truth was, he had dreamt about it so many times. So many ways, so many things, he was doing to him. He wanted it badly but feared the pain. 

And it had hurt, but the pain had turned into the hot pleasure that stirred him up inside and drove him wild. It had been scary, erotic, and oh so delectable.

He couldn't believe he had actually given up his first time to someone, and that it had happened similarly to how High had described.

Overwhelming emotions overtaking him to remove the fear of his first time. He had assumed that the fluttering, burning ache inside him echoed in Saint. He could see it without knowing how Saint really felt by words or actions alone, in that moment Saint's body had spoken volumes.

Whether before today, it was all just teasing, playing around, straight up hot desiring lust after each other's body. Or something more genuine and strong? More heart-wrenchingly beautiful? Heart really didn't know.

But at that moment it had been two people who cared about each other, releasing pent up attraction and emotions, and it had all burst out of them like crazy people.

A little part of him was a bit nervous, of what was next?

What happened after tonight's meal?

After the day had popped back up and they were Boss and employee again? After they had sex what was next? He didn't think Saint would get bored with him, and ultimately leave, his conquest fulfilled. He had thought that at first, but he could tell now that Saint wasn't that playboy people had thought and made him out to be. He had actually kept himself cut off in a tight space far away from the world where he could never get hurt anymore. And to make that stretch between him and anyone else, he had let rumors fly on purpose.

When Heart had first started working for Saint, he had been naïve and thought that the world was exactly as it seemed but now. 

Now he had met a murderer and looked him in the eye.

And he had known that he would be okay.

He knew the moment Saint kissed his neck, and fire consumed his world just as Mark had said, that his heart was beating only for Saint now so no matter what, he wanted to trust his heart to those flames. He wanted to let his world burn with passion and desire and know that as long as Saint was there; they were safe together.

But after tonight he knew he was addicted to Saint for more than just his personality, his charms, and his commanding presence. He was one hundred percent whipped for that man.

He knew he wanted Saint to take him, to thrust inside him, he wanted to moan Saint's name as he rode him, making Saint lose his mind for him until they both came together. He wanted that victory under his belt.

Now, even if Saint told him he was nothing but conquest, he would still leave all of this satisfied.

'Wait, no, that is a lie. I can't leave this behind, ever. My heart throbs and aches. It bemoans the very idea.'

I wouldn't care if the man told me he lied to save his own ass, lied because he was worried about his dad. But lied most of all to just get in his pants.

Really, he didn't have the heart to hear those words, that he had been just a conquest to add into his belt, however big that was. 

The pain from that would be scary, and it would be inevitable in the future someday. Because a man like Saint didn't marry a guy like him. But he wanted to enjoy it right now. 

Because now had been amazing. 

But he waxed and waned through the feelings of desire, and the idea that the ending of this was all only a breath away. A dull aching that sat in his mind making him feel wrong when he should have felt right.

The thought of a broken heart that felt more than the other person did, was irrefutably the worst, most daunting pain a soul could experience, especially if they had thought they had found someone that completed it. It's something he had overheard Saint say it after they had first met and he felt like those words were an echo of his own future.

'Gah! Stop wallowing like the nervous sop you are pretending to be right now. You just don't know what to say to him, when you are standing in his house half-naked after showering.'

He stepped out of the bedroom's, bathroom, then looked around, before spotting Saint in the kitchen across the way. Freshly showered, his wet hair brushed back against his skull on one side, the other hanging down over his eyes as he leaned forward, cleaning a bunch of greens over the sink.

Heart picked up his shirt, staring at it and wondering. He knew he probably shouldn't go out there shirtless, and his shirt was an even worse idea. Knowing it smelled of both of them and was dirty and ripped, but he had nothing else he could put on.

Heart pulled the shirt over his head, attempting to ignore the smell of their sweat on it, which was an immediate turn on. 

Heart looked over at Saint and didn't miss the quick glance towards him Saint had made. Watching enthralled as Saint took to chopping the greens with extra fervor added into it, the beating sound echoing louder than before. His muscles working and flexing through the activity.

He sucked back a smile, realizing he understood Saint's pain all too well, and laughing right now was probably not the best idea.

Heart walked out of the room and down into the lowered kitchen, his bare feet slapping across the tile.

"How did you shower?" He asked, disappointed, that the cum covered naked Saint was gone and instead. Stood before him clothed, clean, and presentable Saint was wearing a long sleeve white shirt with black pants that had a thin white checker board pattern on them. His whole body was essentially covered up to his collar to his toes, and yet he still looked just a sexy as he did naked.

"There is a second bedroom and bathroom over there," Saint replied, raising an eyebrow while pointing to the other door on the right side.

"Are you okay, you know there is another room over here. You saw pictures when Kit showed you a picture of Tara." Heart closed his eyes and tried not to berate himself for being an idiot and misspeaking.

"Yes, Ah, sorry I actually meant how was your shower?"

"Was... Was the word I had mean to say." Heart bumbled, realizing he was talking faster and tried to stop.

"You will really stand there in that barely put together shirt abs hanging out and ask me how me soaping up and rinsing off your cum went?" Saint asked, holding the knife upwards, the handle clenched tightly in his fist.

"On second thought, you are correct. I shoulda started with something else." Heart agreed.

"Yeah, like a fresh shirt. For example."

"This one now looks like a shredded version of a post-apocalyptic k-pop outfit."

Heart chuckled.

"Ah... But I don't have any other clothes." Saint raised an eyebrow and sighed heavily.

Heart tentatively made his way into the Kitchen, his feet shuffling across the ground, and he pulled out one of the tall black short backed bar stools, sitting down on it to watch Saint prepare to cook.