(BL) In His Frame

I turned back to the sink, trying to calm myself.

Just wash your hands. Walk out.

But when I looked up, he was there—blocking the exit.

He took a step closer.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice low and unsettling.

I shook my head. "No."

He smirked, like it amused him. "Hmm. That's odd. I thought Phu would've warned you about me."

I stiffened. "I… don't understand what you mean."

"You know Mr. Ton, right? Phu's father's right-hand man?"

"Yes…"

"I'm his first son."

My blood ran cold, but I kept my expression neutral—barely.

He inched closer. I could feel his breath now.

"My father isn't happy with what Phu's doing. Disobeying him. Disgracing the name. I came to speak to him. But instead…" His eyes slid over me in a way that made my skin crawl. "I found something else. His little family. His happiness."

A chill rushed down my spine.

"So I thought… why not ruin it a little?"

Inside, I was screaming for Phu. Please come. Please, please come.

He tilted his head. "You're nervous."

"I'm fine," I lied, voice tight.

"Relax. We're just talking," he said, pretending to smile. "So… how long have you two been together?"

I stared him straight in the eyes. "Long enough to fall in love."

He studied me. And then he chuckled.

"I see. You're not enjoying this conversation, are you?" He stepped forward, deliberately closing the distance between us. I felt my stomach twist—not just in fear… something else.

My head was light. My skin flushed. Something was wrong.

He leaned in, too close. "How do you feel?"

I stared at him, then he suddenly pulled a small spray bottle from his pocket. He sprayed it near my face before I could react.

I stumbled back, coughing. "What did you just do?!"

He smiled, casually tucking the bottle away. "Oh, don't worry. Just a mix of things. You see, the drink you had earlier? It had a little something special in it—let's call it an enhancer. Ten times stronger than usual. And this spray? Just a little push to make sure you… lose control."

My eyes widened.

Panic surged.

"You drugged me?" My voice cracked.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," he said, calm, cold. "I just want to see how far love takes you. If Phu really values what he's fighting for."

I gripped the edge of the sink to stay upright. My vision blurred for a second.

No.

No.

I needed to get out.

I needed Phu.

I grabbed my phone and tried to dial Phu—my hands trembling—but he snatched it from me.

"Nah," he said coolly. "No need to call your man. He's already on his way."

My heart pounded. "Then you better leave," I snapped. "Before he gets here and tears you apart."

He smirked. "Five minutes. That's all I need. And you…" His eyes dragged across me in a way that made my stomach twist, "You look delicious like this."

I wrapped my arms around myself, stepping back—but my legs were weak. My head was spinning, my thoughts a mess. I tried to walk toward the door.

He grabbed me from behind.

His hand clamped over my chest—his mouth grazed my neck with a disgusting closeness.

"Let me go!" I screamed. "Stop—please—don't!"

I fought back with whatever strength I had, but my body was slow, my limbs heavy. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to pull away.

He didn't stop. His grip was tight, brutal.

"Please," I sobbed. "Stop. Please..."

He leaned in, biting down hard on my nape. I gasped in pain. My knees buckled.

In the mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself—and I didn't even recognize who I was. Shame. Rage. Helplessness.

Then he pulled back, satisfied. "Now your man will understand the cost of his choices."

He shoved me to the ground and walked out.

Moments later, the door burst open.

Phu.

He saw me on the floor—my hair disheveled, my eyes swollen with tears, my body shaking—and he froze. The fury in his eyes was instant.

"Baby," he whispered, kneeling beside me. "What happened?"

I couldn't speak. My lips trembled as I clung to him.

"Let's go to the room," I finally said, voice hoarse.

He held me tighter. "Okay. We're going. I've got you."

My tears wouldn't stop, but with Phu's arms around me, I could breathe again. Just barely.

Phu messaged my sister and James, telling them I wasn't feeling well and needed to rest. He added that he'd be staying with me for the night.

Not long after the message, my sister called.

"Are you okay, Phi?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah… I think the drinks hit me harder than I expected," I lied, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, I see. Should I come up?"

"No need," I replied quickly. "Phu is with me."

"Alright… she agreed softly.

'Can you hand the phone to James?' I asked."

Phu handed me the phone, and James came on. "Hey, you alright?"

"I'll be okay. Just… please take care of her tonight, alright? Don't leave her alone."

"I know," he said firmly. "I won't. You rest well, alright?"

He hung up.

I turned to Phu and couldn't hold it in anymore—I broke down and cried. My whole body trembled as I tried to explain what had happened in the restroom. Phu listened in stunned, furious silence, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes dark with rage.

When I was done, I reached for his hand.

"I feel weird," I said quietly. "He… he bit my nape. I feel so disgusted, Phu. I just want to shower… please."

He took a shaky breath, swallowing his anger as best as he could, and gently helped me to my feet.

"Okay, baby," he said, his voice low but soft.

Our room came with a private pool. After a quick shower, I slipped into the water, letting the warmth wrap around me. It felt like the only thing grounding me in that moment—washing away the lingering touch, the fear, the shame.

Phu sat nearby on the pool lounger, his phone pressed to his ear. He glanced at me, eyes soft but tense beneath the surface.

"Come join me, Phu," I called gently, my voice barely rising over the sound of water.

He looked up, offering a small smile. "Not yet, baby. You relax first. I just need to settle something… I'll join you shortly."

I nodded, understanding without needing to ask more. He was trying to keep things calm—for me.

I let myself float on my back, eyes half-closed, the pool cradling me in its quiet. I wasn't the best swimmer, but right now, just floating helped. The silence, the weightlessness… it gave me a moment of peace, even if my heart still trembled underneath.

Phu stepped inside to take a call, and I remained in the pool, still floating. I closed my eyes—just for a moment.

But something shifted.

It felt like I was slipping into an endless void—heavy, dark, and silent. My body was numb, my mind spiraling out of control. Why is this happening? Why won't they leave me alone? All I ever did was love a man. Was that such a crime? Questions ricocheted through the darkness, but no answers came.

Somewhere, faint and far away, I heard a voice. Muffled. Strained.

"Ian? Baby? Ian, please, open your eyes!"

I wanted to answer. I did. But my eyes stayed shut. My limbs were heavy, my body unresponsive—as if I were sinking into the deep.

Then—lips pressed to mine. Strong hands shaking my shoulders. A surge of panic shot through me. My chest felt tight, like I couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, I coughed—hard—gasping as air filled my lungs again.

My eyes snapped open.

Phu was beside me in the pool, drenched and shaking, his face ghost-white and his eyes glistening with tears. His hands gripped me, desperate and trembling.

"Ian! Can you hear me?" His voice cracked with fear.

I coughed again, breath coming back in shallow gasps. I looked up at him. "Phu… what happened?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, holding back emotion. "You drowned, baby. I came back and called you, but you didn't answer. At first I thought you were playing around, but then… I saw your face under the water…" His voice faltered. "I thought I lost you."

It hit me like a wave—I had drowned. And Phu had saved me.

I threw my arms around him, clinging tightly. "I'm so sorry… I didn't mean for this to happen—"

He pressed his forehead against mine, voice shaking. "Don't apologize, baby. You're alive. That's all that matters now."

With his arms around me, holding me close to his chest, the fear still echoed inside me—but somehow, it started to fade.

"I love you," I murmured into his soaked shirt.

He kissed the top of my head. "I love you, too. And I won't let anything happen to you. Not ever again."

Phu held me from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist as we sat on the pool's edge. The warmth of his chest against my back was grounding.

I turned slowly in his embrace, facing him. My voice trembled. "I'm sorry, Phu. I was lost in thought… I just don't understand why this keeps happening to me. It all happened so fast. I promise—it won't happen again."

Phu looked at me—eyes full of emotion. He didn't speak at first. Just nodded slowly, his jaw tight. He looked… shaken. Broken, even.

With a deep sigh, he finally whispered, "No more pool rooms."

I gave him a small smile, trying to lighten the moment. "Then how are we going to cross off that one thing from my bucket list? You know… making love in the water?"

His lips twitched upward. "Gosh, baby… you're seriously naughty."

"But you like it," I teased softly.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and leaned in to kiss me. His lips brushed against mine, slow and deliberate. One of his hands slid around my chest while the other gently gripped my thigh. Even though traces of that drug still lingered in my body, the fog had cleared. I felt… more in control now. Grounded.

Phu pulled back slightly, his voice husky. "Come on, stand up for me."

I did as he asked, and the next thing I knew, he was lifting me effortlessly into his arms—carrying me like I was something precious. He stepped out of the pool and walked us over to the lounge sofa nearby, water trailing behind us. His eyes never left mine.

And in that moment, despite everything that had happened… I felt safe. Wanted. Loved.

Phu undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands moved with a quiet urgency, removing my clothes one piece at a time. When he leaned in, his lips brushed against my neck, warm and unyielding. Then came a bite—sharp, intentional.

"Phu... that hurts," I whispered, caught between surprise and heat.

"I need to feel you're here… with me," he murmured, voice hoarse. "Tonight, I don't think I can hold back."

I cupped his face gently. "I'm yours, baby. Always. Do what you need."

He lowered me onto the couch, his lips trailing fire down my skin, kissing, tasting, leaving soft marks of his need and devotion. My breath hitched with each slow, deliberate touch. The way he looked at me—like I was the only thing that mattered—made my heart tremble.

Our bodies met in quiet harmony, the night wrapping around us like a secret. And in that moment, it wasn't just desire—it was the overwhelming need to feel alive, together, safe.

Phu gently told me to turn around and lie back on his lap. The moment I shifted, his fingers slid inside me, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply. His touch was everywhere—intoxicating, overwhelming.

"Phu… mnh—slow down…" I whispered, breathless.

But he only smirked, voice low and firm. "No, baby… not tonight."

His lips brushed my ear as he added, "You're so warm… I can feel everything."

Then his hand moved to the front, and the sensation sent shockwaves through me. My thoughts scattered, my body trembling.

"Phu—ngh… I can't—" I gasped, already slipping under the weight of pleasure.

My voice shook with every movement, each sensation sending waves of heat through my body."Aah… I—I'm losing it…" I whimpered, barely holding on.

He paused for a moment, eyes burning into mine. "Climb on me," he said gently, "face me."

My legs were already trembling, barely able to support me, but I nodded. I rose slowly, weak at the knees, trying to lower myself onto him. My hands reached for balance—and he caught them.

In one swift motion, he guided me down, a sharp thrust making me cry out. "Phu—!" I gasped.

He was fully inside me. Deep. My thoughts scattered, my body overwhelmed by the intensity. My mind went blank.

I moaned, my voice breathy and high."Phu… this is too much… You're so deep inside me… I can feel you everywhere—I'm leaking…"

My head fell forward as I clung to him. "Ohhh… every part of me's melting…"

Phu didn't stop. In fact, he picked up his pace—faster, deeper, his face focused, lips parted as he breathed heavily.

"You're driving me crazy…" he growled, voice low and wrecked.

The sound of our bodies echoed through the room—fwop fwop fwop fwopshlk shlk shlk shlk—loud, messy, desperate.

He thrust again, harder, deeper—shlk… fwmp… fwmp…

A deep groan rumbled from his chest."God… you're perfect… Every part of you…"

My moans poured out, unfiltered, breathless."Ahh… mmmn… don't stop… please…"

smackA sharp thrust made me cry out.

"Phu!"

He held me tightly, his forehead resting against mine, grounding me.

"I've got you," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm right here."

And I knew—my climax was close. My body was coiled tight, trembling, right at the edge.

His pace grew erratic—desperate. Every thrust deeper, every breath heavier.

"Hah… hah… You feel so good, baby…" he groaned, voice rough, trembling.

"I'm close," Phu gasped, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm coming, baby—so come with me…"

I was already losing control, my mind hazy, body burning."Baby… give it to me inside," I begged, barely able to speak. "I want you—inside me…"

"Aaah—God… right there…"Again—"Aaah… right there…!"

"I'm coming, baby," he groaned again—this time, deeper, raw.

Then—he thrust hard, and I felt it.The heat of him releasing inside me.His body shuddered, locking around mine.

That was all it took—"Aah… yes… Phu—! I'm coming too!"My climax hit like a wave crashing through me, pulling me under.

Our bodies trembled, breaths tangled as we collapsed into each other—sweaty, spent, and breathless. My legs shook while Phu held me close, still inside me, a lazy grin pressed against my neck.

"Mmm…" he murmured, kissing just below my ear. "You sounded so pretty when you begged."

I groaned, burying my face in his shoulder. "Don't start, Phu!" I added, smacking his chest, cheeks burning.

He just laughed, smug as ever. "I almost lost it when you said that."

Then he kissed me—slow, teasing. "You ruin me, baby."

"I wasn't thinking clearly," I muttered, trying to pout.

He tilted my chin up, eyes soft. "You were perfect. And completely mine."

Blushing, I nudged him. "Move, I need to clean up."

But he just grinned. "Mm-mm, baby… we're nowhere near done."

Before I could react, he lifted me and carried me to the bed. "Phu—!"

And that night…I lost count of how many times I came.Until I was limp, breathless—and entirely his.