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"D-deeper... Go deeper... Ahh... T-there..." Krist moans loudly, moving his hips subconsciously. He feels a build-up bursting between his thighs. He starts gritting his teeth to suppress his moans when a finger slides into his lips as if begging him to suck on it.
"Mmm..." Krist bobs his head vertically as he sucks a slender finger wiggling in his mouth. His tongue slithers around the finger veins, increasing his desire for sex. His hand reaches below to stroke his hard-on. His butthole clenches tighter, wanting something to fill it up.
"P'Sing... Mmm... Phi... S-sing..." Krist moans. He lightly bites the finger he is sucking on and hears a low hiss in his ear. He makes a mistake by teasing the finger with his teeth and tongue. Krist yelps loudly when a sharp pain sprouts on his right collarbone.
"You better get up now before I lose my senses," a low dominant voice hisses in his ear. Krist knots his eyebrows together before blinking his eyes open. He meets a pair of lustful eyes and arms that are wrapped around his waist. Singto leans down and nibbles on his collarbone where there is a dark mark imprinted.
"P'Sing?" Krist blinks. He looks down and sees himself in a pair of wet boxers. Singto is fondling his nipples tenderly.
"Seems like someone had a really good dream," Singto whispers in Krist's ear. He licks his earlobe before inserting his tongue to reach a sensitive spot. He hears moans coming from Krist. "Haven't I satisfied you last night?"
"Mmm... Ahh... I didn't know ah... Mmm... it's a dream..." Krist breathes heavily, his dick exposes into a straight pole. He loses count of the number of times they had sex and how many times he came last night, but he still needs more. He meets Singto's lips and makes out passionately with their tongues exchanging fluids. He caresses his husband's excited region. Their moans turn louder and hurried, needing the main event.
"P'Sing..." Krist whispers desperately. "I'm ready... Please fvck me... Now." Singto growls and slips his finger inside, feeling the soft sensation and wet liquid from last night. In wasting no time, he inserts inside Krist moaning messily as Krist clenches tightly.
"You're too tight, baby," Singto pants. He pulls out and slams deeper into Krist, hearing his cries and grunts in pleasure. Krist bites down his ear and makes a mark below his earlobe. Singto slams again, harder and deeper until he reaches his prostate. Krist immediately trembles in his arms and becomes a moaning mess. As Singto speeds up, he presses down on Krist's erection; forbidding him to climax before him.
"Together," Singto pants. He quickens his thrusts. Krist grabs onto Singto's back and digs his fingernails into it. He is seeing white. Singto grunts loudly before releasing Krist's erection as they both climax immediately and collapsed onto the sheets. Krist continues to shake as Singto wraps his arms around him, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
"I can't feel my legs," Krist wheezes. He snuggles into Singto's chest and calms himself with his husband's heartbeat. They both lay in silence, enjoying a lazy morning with another round of sex.
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"D-don't!! Please don't!! I-I will do anything... Please don't go..."
A gasp escapes. Godt jerks awake from his deep slumber. Tear strains show on his cheeks, his eyes red from crying, his knuckles red from fisting against the sheets; another nightmare starts his day.
Godt pants heavily, recomposing himself from his sleep. He looks down at his shaky hands, a flashback clicks in his mind. Blood everywhere. Hands everywhere. He could not stop anything. And then, a gunshot rings in his ear.
He muffles his cries onto the pillow. He hates his mind. He hates his past. He hates his baggage. A piece of baggage no one understands. A piece of baggage no one is able to help.
He remembers his vow to never love again. To never feel the warmth of another person. He vows to never let anyone get hurt again.
"Godt?" A knock on the door makes Godt flinch. It is Kimmon. "I made some breakfast. Are you awake? I'm not sure if you want to talk, but I want to let you know how I feel."
Godt closes his eyes in pain. He lets his emotions slip last night. Kimmon definitely knows his feelings. He picks up his phone and checks his notifications only to realise the state he is in. His blood-shot eyes and bleeding lips. He does not want Kimmon to see him in this state.
He pulls the covers above his head and ignores the knocking outside his door. Please go away. He pleads internally. He squeezes his eyes shut until the knocking ceases and footsteps leave.
I'm sorry.
Godt barely whispers.
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Kimmon sits on the sofa and stares at Godt's room. He knows Godt is awake. He hears his cries until they stopped five minutes ago. He guesses Godt has a terrible face and does not want him to see it.
His heart aches to push its way inside Godt. He wants to know the reason behind his cries. He wants to wipe away the sad expressions he has when he is alone. He wants to hold him tight when he has nightmares. He wants to have him completely.
He has spent his days isolated in a newly-purchased property, going through scenarios of their future. No matter how many hours have passed, all he knows is he wants to fight for their future. He went to Sandee's place and talked things out with her. If everything goes well with Godt, he will break off the engagement. She is happy about his decision.
"Ai Sing... Are you free today? I want to meet you and Krist. It's about Godt."
He sends a text to Singto and looks back at Godt's room. He walks to the dining table and covers Godt's breakfast. He writes a short note before sticking it on the cover. He walks into his room and gets dressed.
Ding!
He reads Singto's reply and grabs his keys. He opens the door and turns back to Godt's room. "Goodbye Godt. See you tonight. I hope."
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"Sawadee krap phi," Singto greets as he opens the door for Kimmon to step inside. Kimmon is meeting them at Singto's apartment, in case of any prying eyes in the palace. Upon entering, Kimmon takes a whiff of a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
"Come in," Singto laughs. "Krist is making lunch."
"Are you sure is lunch and not breakfast?" Kimmon smirks. He never misses the opportunity to tease his little brother. Singto punches his left arm and walks to the kitchen. Krist greets them with a smile. Dressed in boxers and a lounge shirt, he swirls around the kitchen showing off his bare legs.
"Sawadee krap P'Kimmon!" Krist flashes a brilliant smile. He walks towards the table and sets down two plates of pancakes with mixed berries. A jug of maple syrup sits between the plates. An empty bowl faces Kimmon's seat as he takes out his breakfast. Krist offers a cup of hot coffee to Kimmon.
"Khàawp khun krap (Thank you)," Kimmon smiles before digging into his Khao Tom (Rice Soup). A light bowl of thin, salty soup broth with broken rice, paired with thinly sliced ginger, flavorful Chinese celery (similar to coriander/cilantro) and prawn bits.
(Credits to tripsavvy.com)
Singto sits back and enjoys his breakfast made by Krist. He waits for Krist to take a seat beside him before pouring a generous amount of maple syrup on his pancakes. Krist shows his dimples to Singto and touches his finger. Singto taps his cheek and puffs it out, hinting at Krist to show his thanks. Krist blushes and bites his lip before leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"Ookay~ stop!" Kimmon groans. "I'm sure you had plenty of private time in the morning. Can we not flaunt public affection in front of this single person?"
"Awww... I can't help it. My husband is cute," Singto laughs. "Plus, it's good to get back at you once in a while. I can't let you tease me all the time."
Kimmon growls and eats his breakfast in silence. Singto laughs again and drinks his coffee.
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"You're late!" An angry voice greets as Suthapong steps into his apartment. Suthapong signs and closes the door to meet Thanawat. His glaring face is enough to stop a mob of gangsters.
"What is it?" Suthapong questions while placing his working bag in its usual corner. He guesses his mood has something to do with Perth since he knows Thanawat gave him a ride to the lunch meeting with Krist.
"Something happened. But I don't know the details. Perth is behaving strangely," Thanawat frowns. He remembers Arm and his mood turns icy. "I also met Krist's bodyguard... I bet he's dying to meet you."
"Huh? Who?" Suthapong comes closer and sits beside Thanawat, his hand touches his fist whilst trying to relax his knuckles.
"Arm..." Thanawat grits.
"Ohh... Are you still not over what happened? That was an accident..." Suthapong frowns. "I haven't met him since."
"I don't know... He still gets to me... Regardless..." Thanawat signs. "Perth is ignoring my texts and calls."
"Mmm... Okay... Let me make some lunch and then we'll talk. Salmon or chicken?" Suthapong walks to the kitchen and opens the fridge.
"Salmon. Are you tired? Need me to give you a massage after lunch?" Thanawat relaxes a little.
"Sure, after lunch."
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29-09-2021
I didn't expect to write another "scene" for KS 😝 ~ Hope you all enjoy!
So thoughts on Godt's past and Kimmon's decision? Smooth sailing or trouble coming their way? 🤔
How will Thanawat, Suthapong and Perth turn out?