A/N:

Hi guys! Now before you think I have a kink for cuffing people up, just wanted to clarify that no, I do not have a kink cuffing people up. Nope, I promise. But what this is, is that I'm writing a short chaptered story based on the Cuffed universe, sort of like a sequel to it and I'm pretty excited for this story, tbh. It's going to be a bit angsty, smutty (duh), and probably a little drama in there. But yeah, I hope you guys will like it. If you do, please leave me a review, I'll be super happy to read it. :) Enjoy~

Cheers!

Chin 3

000

Conflict. It denotes the struggle between two opposing forces to achieve victory. It's a predominant emotion that arises deep within oneself, consciously or otherwise, when faced with extreme indecision. Like how the serene sound of quietness in the room, the warm bed he was lying in and the enveloping touch of the soft linen covering his naked skin, they were all very agreeable to the idea of wandering back into his dreamy sleep. But the opposing idea would be waking up, no matter how heavy the reluctance weighed, still posed an incredible amount of power, especially when the gnawing noise unrelentingly pulling him out of his sleepy haze.

Troye couldn't remember when was the last time he had slept so good, and he also couldn't remember when he had been so warm and comfortable and well-rested. Which precisely the reason for his irritated grunts and his flailing arms, in search for something, anything, that will make the noise stop. Having no pillow under his head or in the vicinity within his arm's reach, he resorted to pulling the cover pass his head and twisted his body so that the cover wrapped around his body like a cocoon would.

But even after the great effort to stay asleep, the persistent noise kept nagging at him to wake. He whined and grabbed on the cover tighter and twisted himself even further in the cocoon, successfully adding more layers of cloth between the noise and him. Only then, he was satisfied and he hummed a content sigh into his warm and comfortable cocoon.

However, to his utmost annoyance, the contentment was cut short when he felt his bed move beneath him and the spring creaked under the weight of another person. Amongst all that, he felt a hand brushed against his leg before groping at his foot, and then something that felt unmistakably like warm breaths and prickly stubble rubbing against his sole.

As ticklish as he is, his immediate knee-jerk reaction, quite literally, was to get away from that tickling sensation. So he kicked, the sensation was gone but only to hear a loud thud like something heavy landed on the floor and a muttered, fuck and followed by a long, low groan.

There's something about that sound and how the bass of the voice vibrated through the groan, it slowly cleared his mind out of his cloudy, sleepy haze. That voice, it was foreign and familiar at the same time, but there's a quality in the tenor of the voice that reminded him of something that he had been awfully well-acquainted with, something recent too. The familiarity was clinging so closely to his hindbrain, it felt as though the big mystery will be unraveled if he just focus harder on it. Then it did.

Images after images started bombarding him, his head swimming with clear visuals of him in compromising positions, and those visuals were as real as they get, especially when he recalled all the lewd, erotic sounds that came with them. All the moaning, the heavy breathing, the filthy words being whispered, the loose screams and the rustling sounds of the cover rubbing against trashing bodies. He felt a delicious swoop in the pit of his stomach even before he registered the sign of his cock stirring to life.

If it wasn't for the fact that he'd come to realize his surroundings as not of his own, he'd probably be annoyed by the distraction of the continuous groaning coming from the floor. He sat up on the bed, feeling a little disorientated as his gaze dropped to those fluffy pillows wedged at the bottom of his feet. He wondered at what point did he ended up at the bottom of the bed but then he shrugged, thinking that he must have passed out from exhaustion and he just didn't care which side of the bed he landed on after.

The cover was still comfortably wrapped around his body and his eyes automatically darted to the place where he sensed a slight motion. He looked over, eyes initially widened in shock but quickly morphed into mischief. His lips stretched thin into a cheeky smirk as he remembered the events he had participated quite willingly yesterday, with the man who was currently laying on the floor next to the bed, naked apart from a black boxer briefs he had on.

"Good morning, detective." Troye started and his voice seemingly still thick from sleep. "Hmmm, what in the world are you doing down there? Were you sleeping on the floor?"

Tyler didn't think to open his eyes when he answered. "I didn't sleep on the floor."

"Okay." Troye said, rolling his eyes dramatically even though Tyler wasn't looking. "You know, I may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I'm fairly certain that's the floor where you're lying on, and it's hard and cold, if I may add. I'd reckon sleeping on it wouldn't be the most comfortable thing in the world."

"Fuck off, I did not sleep on the floor." Tyler insisted and Troye sensed a slight annoyance in his voice, but continued anyway.

"Well, if how we go at it yesterday was any indication, I didn't think you find me repulsive in the slightest, that you'd rather sleep on the floor than sharing this big, warm bed with me. Besides, it's not like it's the worst thing you'd do with me. As I recalled, we did much worse." Troye said with a snicker, feeling all the goosebumps rise as he thought about some of the things they both did to each other. They were pretty unforgettable.

"For the last time-" Tyler shot up and sat on the floor with his eyes fixed on the wrapped-up Troye on the bed. "I did not sleep on the floor. You, for the lack of a better word, kicked me off the bed. And trust me, that is indeed a very soft and comfortable bed, I'll know because it's my bed.

Troye squeezed a frown on his forehead as he listened. "What are you talking about, why would I wanna kick you off-" The words trailed off as he thought back on the incident before his mind short-circuited to his dirty thoughts.

"Oh.. OH! Uhm, well, I really don't wanna point fingers but, you grabbed at my foot and I was startled. I just did what a startled man does."

"What? Your foot- Oh for fuck's sake, I was just grabbing for my phone."

Upon hearing that, Troye wanted to laugh but held it in. "And so you grabbed my foot? Which part of my foot looked or sounded or even felt like an electronic device?" And the laugh that he reigned in just before escaped through his lips and he was cackling up just short of breathless. Tyler scowled and tried to counter Troye's mediocre sarcasm but his phone rang again, the shrilling sound of his ringtone echoed across the room for the second time.

Tyler reacted in an instant, quickly got up from where he sat and threw himself across the bed to reach his phone. The bed bounced from the impact and Troye watched, bemused, as the intriguing guy was now scrambling to unlock his phone with his shaky hands.

"Hello? Yeah, Marcus. Fuck, what time is it now? Okay, I'll be there. What? No, wait for me. Stall, Marcus! Give me thirty minutes. Forty tops." Tyler disconnected the call before he dropped his head on the pillow and let out a frustrated groan.

The sound sent a shiver down Troye's spine, making him shudder involuntarily and most significantly, it also went straight to his cock. He eyed Tyler with renewed interest, sweeping his eyes shamelessly across his flat chest, going downwards until he reached the sexy little boxer briefs. By the help of the shimmering sunlight peeking through the curtain, Troye could make out the elegant outline of Tyler's bulge, and he was fairly certain he could convince Tyler at another go before he had to do whatever he had to do from that call. We only need ten minutes. Troye thought confidently.

"So, detective.." Troye started as he untangled himself from the cover and crawled over to his unsuspecting target, sat himself directly onto that promising bulge and began rocking his hips in a circular motion.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tyler said a little alarmingly, unsure if it was directed towards Troye's behavior or towards what he feared how he would react. Having the very naked Troye mounted on top of him, grinding their lower bodies together and shooting him those sneaky looks, he'd think it's definitely the latter. He tried to keep from moaning, no other reason than simply not wanting to give Troye the satisfaction of knowing he could coax it out of him so easily. But despite all his efforts, he couldn't stop the low hissing from slipping pass his clenched teeth, and judging from the growing grin on Troye's face, Tyler knew he had heard it. Smug bastard.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just making sure you have a very good morning." Troye said casually.

"S-stop it, I don't have time for this." He said in between hitched breaths. "Fuck, I need to go."

Troye continued grinding on the bulge and his fingers began playing with the taut, crimson-colored nipple, tugging and massaging them in a hurried manner but still pleasurable. "I guess I better get to work, then."

His smirked as he felt Tyler's cock twitched under him and he began tucking at Tyler's boxer briefs. Even though Tyler had, not in so many words, said no to Troye earlier on, he found himself arching his back and lifted his ass off the bed, all to help Troye get rid of the obstructing piece he called briefs. And this time, he couldn't stop his loud moan, not when his cock was suddenly in the grasp of Troye's hand. Troye was always quick to act. Tyler can confirm, mostly because he's rarely caught off guard by his previous sexual partners. Something about Troye that makes him absolutely pissed but at the same time, unfathomably mad with lust.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the menace who was now straddling his mid-thigh, eyeing him with great desire to fuck him. He secretly hated losing his control and that Troye was the one who make him lose it so easily. But that was what he was doing, making Tyler lose control of his increasingly loud moans when he alternated the strokes on Tyler's cock, now slick with his own precum, between tugging and massaging it.

Then his eyes dropped to his own cock, seeing it growing harder and thicker in Troye's clever hand. His breathing got harsher when he thought about the surreality of his situation, questioning himself, at what point had he became so sex-crazed that he didn't, couldn't stop any of these. Yesterday, some time between the second and the fourth time you've cummed so hard that you can't feel your cock for a while and can hardly remember your own name.

Tyler almost whined at the lost of the warm hand on his cock. His conscience told him it would lessen his dignity significantly if he did that but being in the pool of pleasure provided by Troye's hand and suddenly be deprived of it, he'd say fuck dignity and looked up at Troye, only, he'd already gotten off of him and retrieving the unused condoms from yesterday on the bedside table. Tearing one off the strip, resumed his cosy position on Tyler's thigh before helping him roll the rubber down his throbbing cock.

With that settled, Troye quickly balanced himself on his knees and hovered his ass over the sheathed cock. He almost sank down on it when suddenly he was stopped by Tyler's hand, clutching his wrist in a halt.

"What are you doing? You haven't prep yet." Tyler asked with slight concern.

"Mmmm, you've prepped me plenty yesterday, detective." Troye teased and to further demonstrate what he meant, Troye grabbed Tyler's hand and bring one finger over to his entrance and pushed in. Tyler's finger eased into the ringed muscle with little resistance, feeling it still slick and loose from yesterday. He can't help the groan that came, his chest inflated with what he's most certain was misplaced ego, that he'd fucked this beautiful creature so thoroughly.

Slipping his finger out, he redirected his hands to Troye's waist with a grip that spoke of desire and urgency. Tyler lifted Troye just high enough for Troye to align himself over the pulsing cock and then he bucked his hips upwards unintentionally. Once again, he couldn't control his urge and he regretted it when he heard Troye's teasing voice addressing him.

"Hmm, detective. Aren't you eager?"

"You're such an asshole, Sivan."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm the asshole that's gonna make you cum again. How many times was it now?"

"I changed my mind, you're an obnoxious bastard."

Troye chuckled and sank down after that, one swift movement and Tyler was balls' deep in the fevered slickness. They both groaned at the change of pressure where they were connected, feeling the delicious friction of skin rubbing against skin. Gathering his breaths, Troye started to move.

He started slow, moving up and down Tyler's shaft with a determination to make Tyler feel every inch of him. It was a torture for Tyler, of course, because despite what Troye had said about him being well prepped, he was still tight as fuck. The grip around his cock was so crushingly hot and when it clenched sporadically around it, be it intentionally or not, felt so amazing.

And it's mounting fast, Tyler felt every part of his body tensed up like a well-wounded spring and it is set to be released with an unthinkable force. He wanted it, the unimaginable pleasure that the hot swirling drawn from the depths of his balls promised to deliver. And with the provocative way Troye was riding him, he knew it will be so soon. He can almost feel it.

But one thought was keeping him from getting there. He hung on to it, no matter how flimsy it is, and tried to find the strength to keep himself from achieving his ultimate high. As outrageous as the thought seemed, he refused to be the first to finish between the two of them. He wanted to see to it that he had satisfied this enticing little nymph before he crosses the finish line himself. Call it a show of dominance or simply just plain ego, but he wants to be the one who will make Troye forget that the world exist, forget that he needed to breathe and just make him cum so hard, he'd feel the thrumming bliss from now and all through to next Sunday.

He had to admit though, he was slowly losing this battle. It was incredibly difficult to keep his urge to thrust upwards into the warm vise in check, not when the picture in front of him looked like it was freshly plucked out of wet dreams. Face flushed beet red, eyes fluttering close and the long eyelashes formed half moons when rested on the rosy cheeks. A perfect picture of someone drowning in their own pleasure. And those plump lips were agape, huffing strangled moans and other lewd noises and Tyler wouldn't admit it to anyone, but those noises felt as though Troye had every intention of dragging his soul out through his cock.

"God, yes. You feel so incredible, detective. I'm close.. so close.." Troye breathed and increased his pace with a renewed strength, riding on the hard prick so expertly that every friction can be felt through all the nerve endings in their bodies.

"Jesus.." Tyler muttered as his grip on Troye's hip tightened and aided his upwards movement and let the gravity do the rest. He doesn't need it, not in the way a person was celibate for a long time and craved for a taste of the built-up release. He'd had plenty of orgasms the night before; mind blowing, earth shattering orgasms that he haven't had enough time to relish in them. No, he doesn't need it. He wants it. He wants to feel the roaring satisfaction of teetering so close to the edge and still be able to hold back, and when finally he let himself fall over, he wants to feel the adrenaline, the raw excitement and pure bliss that courses through and lit up every fibre in his body.

And when he felt Troye's movement began to falter, breaking his rhythm a little, Tyler recognized it as the starting of Troye's impending high. As if he needed a confirmation, but Troye started to touch his own leaking cock, stroking furiously that his hand became a blur. They were obscene, the noises that tumbled out of Troye's mouth, so much so they coaxed the same noise, albeit in a lower octave from Tyler.

To what seemed like forever to Tyler, he knew the exact moment Troye cums. In the midst of their tryst, he didn't even think to question when he had become so well acquainted with this fish and how he had known to read his body so well. He had felt the start of the muscles clenching around his cock even before he hears the unmistakable cries of release. Still riding his cock and hand movement not stopping, Troye began spilling his cum, roping it onto Tyler's taut stomach.

"Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck.." Tyler felt the incredible pleasure wrecked through him when the clenching on his cock became too much and then he let himself cum, his vision turned white by the intensity of it.

A few minutes passed, or has it been a week, Tyler wasn't entirely sure but it felt longer than a few minutes for him to get down from his incredible orgasm. The heaving figure who was still mounted on his gradually softening prick was still dazed from his own release but slowly, he opened his eyes and stared directly into Tyler's.

"That, must have been our record to date." Troye announced proudly.

"Really, don't. Braggy is not a good look on you."

"And snarky looked absolutely horrid on you."

"Well at least I have reason to be snarky about. I'm already late to meet with my partner when you threw yourself at me."

"I seemed to recall you weren't very reluctant when I threw myself at you just now." He grinned and Tyler wanted to wipe that sheepish grin off of that pretty face. So he bucked his hips upwards. Troye yelped in surprise, jolted by the conflicting sensation of soreness and tingling pleasure in his ass.

"Now, why don't you be a good boy and get off of me so I can take my shower and go to work?"

"Hmmmm, such a hard working man, you are. Just the type of quality I look for in my lover." Troye said sexily.

"Beat it. I'm not your lover."

Troye giggled playfully as he got off of Tyler, hissing at the lost of being full and dropped to the side of the bed.

Tyler got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, and he can't help feeling a little smug when he heard Troye make an appreciative noise, no doubt directed towards the back view he was showing Troye. Without looking back, he raised both his arms and stretched his body, and feeling utterly satisfied that his action had coaxed one last frustrated groan from him.

"You can use the bathroom outside. Since all your clothes are already there anyway." He said before he close the door and took the quickest shower in his life.

000

Troye was already freshly showered and seated in his living room when he walked out. Seeing him all covered up in his clothes from yesterday, Tyler had to proverbially shove down the disappointment that threatened to rise. And so he ignored it and gestured to Troye with a slight tilt of his head, and Troye stood up from the couch and followed him to the door.

"Well, I certainly hope this won't be the last time I'll be seeing you, detective."

"If you keep at your pick-pocketing habit, I'm pretty sure it won't be."

"Oh, detective.. In case you need a clearer picture-" Troye walked closer to Tyler, eyes never leaving his. "That isn't the kind of scenario that I'm referring to." He whispered alluringly against Tyler's lips before they kissed, their fronts plastered together. Troye snaked his hands into Tyler's back pocket and groped his cute ass one last time over the jeans before retrieving them and pulled back. Eyes glazed, he continued. "You know where to find me.."

Tyler was a little dazed but not dazed enough to let the chance of retort pass by. "Do I?"

Troye stopped in his step and turned his head sideways and with a smirk on his face. "Well, you're the detective, aren't you, Detective Oakley?" And then he was off, leaving the slightly stunned Tyler standing in his living room.

Troye strode the hallway with a lightness in his steps, feeling pleased with himself of the outcome of his daring encounter with Tyler. For what it's worth, he knew there's a high chance that he won't be seeing him again, at least not for the sexy occasion that he was thirsting after. But he felt oddly content, gratified even, that he had experienced such a raw passion at least once with a sexual partner. So, he put the idea of seeing Tyler again to rest, at least for now.

As he reached the lobby, he chuckled to himself when he thought of how things were different yesterday, when he was desperately trying to get through the doorman to Tyler's apartment. And just as he passed the doorman, he swiftly picked up the cup of steaming coffee on the table, took a sip and handed it back to the doorman.

"It's a lovely day, Pedro. Take my word for it. It's a beautiful, lovely day!" He shouted over his shoulder as he exited the main entrance, leaving a rather dumbfounded doorman looking at his retreating figure, with a cup of coffee, a sip less, in his hand.