Together With Me (Thai Novel Fan Translation)

Chapter 23B

"Those assholes all turned off their phones!"

"Of course they did, they fucking drugged us!" My limbs felt all rubbery, and I fell down heavily to sit on the bed, as I continued to feel my body heat up even more. "No wonder they were staring at you so hard when you drank that beer. I was worse, I didn't suspect anything and drank the majority of whatever it was. Fuck, it's so fucking hot in here!"

I tore off my shirt and laid down on the ground, meanwhile Knock was still trying to get in touch with the others, but to no avail. I could see that he was trembling, needing something even as he was trying again to call any of our friends; I knew what he needed, because I needed the same, and even worse than him.

I grabbed his arm and pushed him onto the bed. Whatever it was they'd drugged us with, every tiny sensation was amplified. I nearly got lost in the texture of the skin on his muscular stomach when I was trying to pull his shirt over his head.

His phone dropped out of his limp hands as I undid the buttons on his jeans, hastily dragging both them and his boxers down his long legs. I leaned down to kiss him, and it seemed that Knock had lost his mind too, throwing his arms around my neck in a way he never would have sober. I couldn't stop myself from devouring his trembling lips and pushing my tongue into every corner of his hot mouth; it was full of the sweet and bitter taste of the spiked beer we'd shared earlier, along with an almost undetectable chemical tang I couldn't identify. The kiss grew hotter, I was nibbling and licking him, nearly mad with desire. Knock couldn't suppress his own desire either, he was caressing his fingers delicately over my abs causing me to shudder and gasp. His hand ghosted over the sensitive skin just above the edge of my jeans, and I was still drowning in the texture of his lips.

I finally managed to unbutton all the buttons of his shirt with my shaking hands, even though my lips never left his. He was sprawled out on the bed under me, his chest moving in long, deep breaths, even as his head rolled around on the pillow. I could even see his eyes moving wildly behind his closed eyelids, long black lashes fluttering against his brown cheeks. I moved my lips down to his honey-colored chest, my lips capturing one hard brown nipple. His heated skin was covered by the hickeys I had just left yesterday. Some had turned were so dark they were nearly purple, but at the moment I couldn't care less, because I was about to leave fresh marks all over him. My hand seemed to glue itself to one of his firm muscular buttocks, our chests now pressed together to let him feel the heat radiating from my own skin.

"Uh. Ahn... Ahh... Korn..." His cries sounded like a sweet melody to me as Knock clenched his hand in the duvet under our bodies. I had not stopped licking and nibbling at the hard pebble his small brown nipple had become. I felt him trembling underneath me; Knock was so hot, but it was still not nearly enough. I was almost totally out of control at that point, and I accidentally bit the tip of his nipple in my eagerness, causing his whole body to shiver violently. He was raking his fingers through my hair, and tugging on it in thick clumps; never had having my hair pulled felt so damned good. My free hand had moved all the way down, instinctively finding his secret passage with the tip of my finger, entered him while my lips were still wandering on his hickey-covered chest.

"I... I can't... Help... Help me." The hoarse voice was expressing his urgent desire, and the sound of his pleading voice shattered any sanity I had left. My face moved downwards, kissing his gorgeous lean abs, until I reached the start of the coarse black hair that began just beneath his navel. I grabbed his knees, spreading his legs wide so I could devour his skin with my eyes too. His body was craving for it, arching his hips against the bed like he couldn't hold it any longer. The tip of his trembling cock was already dripping with precum, and his body shook with even the lightest touch. Knock was curling and uncurling his hands into fists, seemingly unable to take a full breath.