Finally, the last day of the internship has arrived. It's hard not to feel a bit sad about not waking up early in the morning and coming to the company anymore, even though it was only a short two months. Laem still has lingering emotions because he wanted to be part of the team working on the new game. However, as an intern, there was only so much he could do, and what he did was considered beyond his role. Besides, he was seen as inexperienced and unreliable by the boss and some people thought of him as a burden. It wasn't surprising if he received some disdain.
Some people speculated that it was because Laem was part of the famous e-Sports team, and the boss gave him more opportunities. They assumed he had a closer relationship with his teammate, Jack. Others blamed the boss for favoring him over other interns. Laem enjoyed the excitement of presenting his game ideas.
Some people may not have liked his attitude, but there were still many kind-hearted senior colleagues who encouraged him to apply for a job here as soon as he finished studying. When he heard that, he smiled faintly because he couldn't help but wonder what excuse he would use to apply for a job if the boss didn't like him.
Who knows? The future is uncertain.
Tonight, the colleagues from the company and Laem agreed to have a farewell party. They jokingly said it would be a simple and ordinary pork party, but in reality, it involved drinking, singing, getting tipsy, and having a wild time to release the stress accumulated from a busy workday.
Laem was one of those people who became carefree after drinking. He wouldn't go all out like that if it weren't for Jack's influence. He knew that Jack had just started helping him, and the last night of his internship at PHENOMENAL ended with beautiful bottles of liquor. He also made a promise to himself that if the game was not released after he finished studying, he would follow this guy and apply for a job as a game developer!
He knew very well that drinking both liquor and beer together would make him drunk quickly, but the sour taste filled his mouth, and he enjoyed the alternating between liquor and beer. He looped around like that without caring about anything, and the night reached its climax when shots were being poured. Laem looked like he was about to vomit his intestines out, and his sad face drew a sad end to the night.
He vaguely remembered being scolded by Jack and receiving a couple of punches. He was accused of being drunk and talking nonsense. Trash talk poured out of his mouth, and he ended up threatening to leave him there. But in the end, Laem was dragged onto the back seat of the motorcycle, embracing his beloved person.
Once again, the image was interrupted when I realized the sun was shining. My body felt rough and worn out, lying on the bed, gazing at the balcony door, hoping that the curtains would close on their own after sensing the hidden inner power. But it was just a drunken person's thoughts. In reality, Laem was just a naïve kid, not Harry Potter.
3:32 PM.
He slept like a corpse, with Laem burying his face in the pillow, inhaling its gentle fragrance. It wasn't wrong to change the sheets since yesterday. He wondered if there was anything better than spending Saturday afternoon in a warm bed. It was so good that it reminded him of someone, someone he hadn't talked to since last night. He wondered how Boss was doing, what time he went to sleep, whether he was sleeping well until two or three in the morning. No one was there to lull him to sleep, leaving him puzzled.
But before he had a chance to initiate contact, he found that someone in his thoughts had been sending messages since ten in the morning.
You have received a message from...
'Creditor'
[Are you awake, or still drunk?]
It seemed like Boss had developed a little bit of care and attention. He spoke, even in his messages. It felt like he was getting used to it, but it still felt strange and new to have someone asking how his day was going. They talked in the morning, during the day, in the evening, and before bed. He remembered when he sent a message to report that he would be going out to eat with his friends, and Boss replied cutely, saying, 'OK, if you can't make it back, call me, and I'll come pick you up.' It seemed like he wanted to secretly come because he was afraid of that damn Laem feeling embarrassed in front of others.
A good boyfriend should know his responsibilities. Laem stared at the phone screen with a heavy feeling in his head. From being strong and robust all his life, he suddenly felt like wanting to lean on someone, just like he used to do with the girls he dated.
You sent a message to...
'Creditor'
[Headache feels like I'm dying. Come take care of me, please -.-]
As soon as P'Tee barged in a bit, the tiger within Laem leapt out and roared in the middle of the city. "Where are you, you coward? The person who's afraid of being courted by men. What about the star? P'Tee has gone through that phase, and so can you, damn Laem. And you better do it you better!"
From now on, Boss would know what it's like to be courted and have a man of great stature fighting for him, hugging him tightly. Right here!
Wait for less than five minutes, and the person who said they have work until evening will respond to the message. Laem looked at the screen with a bright smile, as if at this moment, no one had ever hurt him before.
You received a message from...
'Creditor'
[ I have ordered food for you, it will arrive in half an hour. Please wait downstairs. ]
Oh, they must know about this job in order not to say, "I'll go make something to eat, wait a moment." That's enough to surpass the number that the boss is already annoyed about. It's starting to get addicted to being spoiled. Using money to solve problems, that's the kind of person society wants. Laem won't reject them like in any drama.
It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon, resembling rain. Laem grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up, which hadn't been touched by water since yesterday. Then he finished bathing within five minutes. If he entered the camp, it meant he wouldn't be ordered to clean the floor.
But while waiting for the free meal with a good mood, his head hurt because of that Thoop again.
Tuup: Can you lend me eight thousand?
Tuup: I'll find a way to return it by Wednesday.
Son of Sunday: What do you need it for?
Tuup: Personal matters.
Son of Sunday: What matters?
Tuup: You don't have to ask so much. I just need to know this much.
Son of Sunday: With eight thousand baht, you have to tell me what you're going to do.
Son of Sunday: And why did you say you'll get it back on Wednesday? Where are you going to find it from? You don't even have an income.
Son of Sunday: Fine, Thoop. I'm not kidding.
Tuup: Isn't it obvious?
Tuup: Alright, forget it.
Son of Sunday: Just tell me what you're going to do. Is it that difficult?
Tuup: I'm taking my friend's car to a football match. It will take today's money.
Son of Sunday: Wait, and what are you then?
Tuup: It's nothing. But if I don't give my friend the money today, he'll probably be mad.
Son of Sunday: Well, you're nothing. But it's dangerous to drive when you're not focused, and you're borrowing someone else's car in Bangkok. Dangerous.
Dangerous.
Tuup: Will you keep scolding me? If scolding doesn't help, just don't give it. I'll find someone else to borrow from.
Son of Sunday: Okay, I'll transfer it to you right now. But remember to find it and return it.
Son of Sunday: If you're going to borrow from someone else, don't bother. It's enough for me to wait.
Tuup: Thank you.
Son of Sunday: Talk to the adults and say thank you.
Tuup: Thank you.
Son of Sunday: Damn.
Laem frowned and looked at the annoying message sender, then exhaled and said that if they were next to him right now, he would slap them until their ears rang and they danced. He would ask for help from someone else. Has there ever been a time when he asked for help?
You received a message from...
'Creditor'
[Has it arrived yet? I think the messenger should have arrived by now.]
It's clear from counting the days that the boss is the main comfort in life at this time. The mood that used to be down because of being a loser was suppressed by the attention that was repeated once again to show concern.
Not sure if it's because of hunger, but if I get delicious food now, maybe I'll forget about its drawbacks. While criticizing it in my mind, I press into the money transfer app and enter the numbers nine followed by three zeros because I'm afraid it won't have enough money to buy food, so you give an extra thousand.
As I walk downstairs, I found that the person who came to deliver the food is not the messenger, but a well-dressed man with an expensive suit, carrying a bag of snacks in his hand. Honestly, it's not much of a surprise. It feels like a deep thought in my heart that the boss will come to find and comfort me on a bad day.
"Hey, messenger."
"Today I received a special job."
"Oh, did you get a lot of money?" Laem stand awkwardly, hugging the wall, looking embarrassed at the boss. Look at his clothes and face. He look like someone who just came out of a hotel and came straight here. Just wondering how important the meeting with the boss is.
"Um... I'm not sure. It seems like you have to be the one to answer this question." Whoa, who's hot-headed about the loser now? Now there's only a mischievous kid who just smiles because the only thing the boss is expressing.
"You got wet in the rain. Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"
The worried person's heart is growing. Gun looks at the mischievous kid who has turned into an adorable person just because he helped wipe the rain off his hair until he had to bow down a bit so as not to make people in front of him stand on their toes.
"It started drizzling when I got out of the car."
"Do you want me to call the rain again?"
"Do you not like it? Then should I chase it away to another place?" Laem didn't want to provoke him anymore because he didn't want to show his cuteness here and now. The boss shouldn't make him feel uncomfortable until he had to go to the room first.
"No need, come here." Show off by going in and holding everything heavy by yourself. Boss's face is slightly surprised, but it's reasonable that a small boy like him can be a leader to this extent.
"I can help carry it."
"No need, your hands will hurt. I can hold all this with one hand. Just follow me" He blinked and walked ahead. And the reason why the boss probably didn't want to help was because he started to see the manliness in Laem. You can feel it.
"Is your head still hurting?"
"If I say it still hurts, will the boss help make it go away?" Maybe shock him with the story that was taken back. What's this? The old loser who used to wander in all directions so as not to be caught and trapped. Since he knew himself, he was ready to add MAX. It's time to show off and show what he has. And now, that Laem has something.
When they reached Laem's room, Laem swept his gaze around to see the mess. He didn't intend to clean it up because he wanted to show that a single man's room must be like this. It has to be messy. It has an artistic touch in it. And it's strong. Like if you pick up a cigarette to smoke right now, you'll forget about dying.
"The balcony is filled with cigarette butts and empty cans of energy drinks. Laem lowers his bag and looks at the face of the person who is no longer the same. For a moment, he feels like he's seeing the boss's old self again, the one who used to furrow his brows and make a displeased face at everything he saw. And yes, his room has the power to make the boss feel that way just by taking a step inside.
"This is how a single person's room is. There's no sweetheart to keep it clean," he adds another flower to the bouquet. The boss blushes and stammers. At this moment, it can be considered very generous of Laem not to say, 'I lack a wife to keep it clean.'
"Sure, sir."
"What?"
"Come here. Why are you standing there? It feels like I'm being stared at with piercing eyes and a pointing finger, Laem. You haven't done it yet, because I'm trying to read your indifferent expression that came with dissatisfied eyes. "In a moment."
"What? Did you order something?"
I've seen a movie called Split before, where the main character has multiple personalities, and depending on which one takes control, they can manipulate their body. And yes, the old boss is trying to take control and outshine the annoying boss. Hey!
"I don't want to force you because I know you don't like it. But I've already told you that I don't like the smell of cigarettes. When I'm outside, I can tolerate it, but as soon as I come into this room, I feel like I'm suffocating from the smoke. And what's with the scattered rice all over the floor?"
"The room of a single person--"
"Come here right now."
"What? Did you say something?!" Don't act tough, Boss. You always end up giving in anyway. Just get irritated and leave first.
"Look at my fingers. This is one, this is two, and this is three. And I don't have a fourth finger to give you." He didn't just say it. The boss raised his middle finger, pointed it up, and used it as a gesture to let Laem know that his life depended on that long finger.
"You're cruel. Fine, I'll open the window for ventilation. No need to get worked up."
Not only did he have to endure the overpowering boss trying to take control, but now it seemed that the suppressed anger was about to burst out. Laem looked at the person standing there with an irritated face behind him. Before the boss could take a breath and walk away, he picked up an empty bag and filled it with cigarette butts, one by one, to show him.
"Maybe you enjoy smoking more than caring about whether I can tolerate the smell or not."
"It's not like that. Geez, you're so stubborn." If the boss were a woman, he would have begged to be hugged from behind and given a kiss on the neck. But it seemed difficult now because not only could he not reach his neck with a kiss, but his posture was also leaning forward as the boss stooped down. "When the boss said that, I thought you wouldn't smoke in front of me anymore. And you'd clean up this messy room too. Are you satisfied?"
"And you're going to scold me?" Laem's eyebrows twitched, pretending to be dramatic, as he leaned against the wall and hugged himself, putting on a theatrical show.
"That's right... My head hurts." He feigned despair, slumping against the wall, and covered his face as if trying to hide the emotions.
"Really...?" Before he could become his wife, he started whining again. Laem looked at the tall figure who was taking off his suit and rolling up his sleeves, before firmly inserting his hand into the pocket and taking out a plain plastic bag. "Keep it. It's proof that you know me best, Boss. Oh, and why don't you clean up the room while you're at it? I'm curious to see if there's a new mistress or something."
"Oh, my... My head hurts." He moaned melodramatically, pretending to be overwhelmed, as he leaned against the wall and covered his face, putting on a theatrical performance.
"That's right... I guess..." Before he could take a picture, Boss quickly snatched the phone away and stuffed it into his own pants pocket. And he also put the empty bag into his trouser pocket, hoping that when the person on the other end of the call came, it would shake Laem vigorously.
"Really tired"
"I can't take it anymore, so I'll run through the rain to go back home."
"You don't want me to come back, do you?"
"You're so confident." Playing around like this, are you trying to make me happy, Boss? Haha.
"Because you miss me."
"Well, not as much as Boss misses me—wait, I haven't finished eating that yet?!"
"If you want to eat, I can buy a new one for you. But for these old snacks in the room, shouldn't you throw them away instead of putting them in your mouth?"
Boss, in the form of a housekeeper, turned around. It would be cute if he wore a stained apron. Next time, he secretly planned to buy navy blue color for him to wear.
"If others knew, the CEO, who is very rich, is cleaning the room for an intern like me." Laem spoke with a floating tone, but Boss continued to bow his head and collect the things in the trash, creating a white silhouette. And then he sweated. Oops, I forgot to turn on the air conditioner.
"Cher, I like you just the way you are, but I can't stand the mess."
"Jack also said the same thing, and I told him off."
"But I'm not Jack."
"I know that."
"Next time, if I come back, I hope you'll take better care of cleanliness than this, please."
"No, if you want this room to be clean, you'll have to come and clean it yourself." Gun didn't expect this kid to challenge him like that, because the gaze that looked at him was more complicated than that.
The person who loves cleanliness is starting to let this room get messy again. When the mischievous boy thought of leaving the door open, ready to give a subtle hint that he would come here again someday.
"Okay, from now on, I'll try to smoke less. If Boss comes to find me, I'll clean up and spray air freshener. Will that make you feel better?" Well, okay then. Normally, my mouth is heavier than my feet. Giving such special privileges, if Boss still doesn't stop playing with my heart, I guess I'll have to adapt like back then.
"I'm concerned about your health. Can you understand that a little, please?"
Oh, if being stubborn and not giving in makes you feel guilty, then that's fine. Besides, it's yielding results. My heart feels light as a feather now.
"Well, I've already told you to relax and calm down."
Boss seemed to have successfully captured the night's spotlight, as he looked at Laem with sweet eyes and smiled like that. Both of them continued to help each other tidy up the room. Despite their different appearances, they both had their own charm.
"You know, before I went to find Boss, I was in a really bad mood," the man with a shabby appearance said while holding a bag for Boss to throw garbage into.
"Did a ghost crawl up your legs or did you step on unwashed underwear and trip?"
"Well, it's terrible. This guy," Laem raised his head and flexed his arm, which was larger than his own, "I mean, Tien's younger brother."
"Yes."
"He messaged me asking to borrow money. He said he would pay it back on Wednesday, but when I asked him what he would use it for, he refused to tell me and just beat around the bush. Honestly, I feel like I'm his guardian or something. He should behave better towards me, right?"
"Heh..."
"What's so funny?"
"When I hear you complaining, it's entertaining to watch."
"I'm not complaining, I'm serious."
"You're cute when you say you're someone's guardian."
"Because on the outside, I'm just a loser who looks like he can't survive, you know? And I'm tired of it. Everyone says that."
The hand that was dusting the TV slowed down until it stopped. Gun turned around and looked at the cheeky kid who was separating colored and white clothes from the basket. Yes, up to this point, Cher still looked like a child who couldn't take care of anyone seriously. But that was just an external appearance, because ultimately this kid showed that he was capable of more than meets the eye.
"I have one drawback that I think can be an advantage if I stay with you."
Laem, with his face upturned, looked at the larger man, who was wiping the TV and didn't know what he was thinking.
"It's... not caring. Not caring about what others think. It's terrible if I'm with you, but it's probably good if you don't care how others see you," the man said, turning to meet Laem's gaze.
Once again, Laem felt like he was a flower, and Boss was the cool water in the midst of the morning sun.
"You may be a child who is not seen as grown-up by others, but you already know yourself best, what you are. For Tien's brother, at least now they think of you when they're in distress, and you have helped them successfully.
Just now, my heart was pounding, you know? Don't speak like that too often."
"Don't worry, sir. I'm not good at saying nice things anyway, and you know it." The boss smiled and chuckled, intending to lighten the atmosphere, which he agreed was his weak point, despite his efforts to heal others.
"Earlier, you praised me too directly, and you said it about yourself."
"Ah, I'll die at the end, then."
"When it comes to introducing others, you're good at it, but when it comes to yourself, you almost don't make it. We both suck at it."
"I agree."
Laem took a deep breath. It was a relieved breath that couldn't be expressed accurately. At least the boss was there, listening to what he had to say, and he could accept it.
"You're sweating. Do you happen to have a T-shirt and pants?" Laem looked at another person from behind who was unbuttoning one button at a time before showing off playfully that the person's back was so tight from going to the fitness center. "I want to take a shower."
The sentence accompanied by a mischievous glint in the eyes made them both laugh. Laem stood still, processing in his mind what would happen next, before the sound of raindrops would fall, giving this lively kid a reason to walk and fetch clothes from the wardrobe for the boss.
"Take a quick shower, boss. I'm hungry."
*
The sound of water from the faucet competed with the sound of rain outside, pouring down relentlessly as if it wouldn't stop easily. It feels like everything has vanished from the heart. Before the boss entered the bathroom, he asked if there was an umbrella. Probably he would have sent it with the car. But unexpectedly, words blurted out of my mouth that there weren't any in the wardrobe.
And the guy sitting on the pipe above lowered his gaze, lost in thought, before raising his face and saying...
"I don't like wet shoes."
"Then should we wait for the rain to stop before you can go back?"
"Even if the rain stops, the water will still be blocking the way."
"Then what should we do? Should I stay with you and go back tomorrow?"
"Are you inviting me?"
Oh... it's like riding a bike with hands off the handlebars, just like boiling water. Don't stereotype based on appearances, as even a skinny guy can have a strong stature. We have to look at each other with the heart, emphasizing the feeling as the main aspect. P'Tee said he would only worry until he hasn't done it yet. Once he's fully committed, he won't be able to stop.
Laem sat cross-legged, pondering with a frown on his forehead, more tense than L in Death Note. In his imagination, there were scenes of how to start, how to handle the situation. Once it became clear in his mind, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, gently caressing the side of the bed with his knuckles, searching for the items he used with the woman he had brought with him a long time ago. And this time, there were still two packets left to be used with the boss.
He slipped the condoms under the pillow and closed his eyes, exhaling a deep breath through pursed lips, while gently stroking the boss's cheek, hoping not to panic. This guy would take care of it himself.
The boss took a long shower, seemingly aware that he would be heavily scolded and have his precious vibrant hair messed up. Restless, he fidgeted and shuffled, almost losing his sense of self. Laem leaned down with both hands on the bed, assuming a lying position, hips approaching the air, imagining the long legs of the boss, recalling the mathematics lessons to calculate the accuracy of angles.
But before he could think further, he quickly turned over and lay flat as if nothing had happened as soon as he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. The boss came out with wet hair and didn't wear his glasses, which made Laem's heart tremble. Not sure if it was because of something lingering in his mind or something else. Anyway, it looked like he had woken up completely like this.
"Come and sit here. I'll dry your hair," said Laem. Everyone enjoys being cared for like this, whether it's a woman or a man. And Laem likes that the boss agreed to sit without saying anything. However, it's extremely difficult to wipe the hair for someone taller than oneself. So, he stood up.
"... The boss raised his head, looking like a big dog hoping for a reward from the master, while both hands reached out and held his waist, exuding a sense of longing.
"Where do we need to hurry to tomorrow?"
"No, I've been caught in the rain until midnight tomorrow." He finished speaking and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if inviting. The relaxed expression clashed with the gaze directed this way, making it difficult to swallow.
"Are you talking to yourself?"
"Yes, I am."
No need to waste time creating any more situations. If you want to kiss, just lower your head and tilt your chin. The other side will rise up, it's that simple. Laem was about to do what he had in mind, dropping the towel on his face, drawn by the gravitational force, before bringing the boss's face closer in a close range.
"Boss, can I kiss you?"
Even at this point, he still had to ask! He wanted to slap himself silly. What if he didn't get a kiss back? But there was no time to think about it. Instead of waiting for the boss to open his mouth to say something, he immediately bent down and pressed his lips against the other side.
Laem caught a glimpse of the boss's eyes changing at first, which was startling, but in the next minute, they looked approving. This meant that this mischievous kid had leveled up, seeing that he had to kiss to make the master of lip teasing feel something. There was more that he could do with his mouth than the boss imagined.
He withdrew his lips slightly, then bent down even more than before, gazing at the other side as if to signal that this time it was for real. With a slight tilt of his head, he leaned his face closer to allow the other side to deepen the kiss even more passionately. And the boss responded with an intense and passionate kiss.
He didn't expect such skillful and experienced moves from someone who had already had experience, but he didn't expect the boss to kiss this well. Trusting that Laem was able to push the other side to lie down, even though the boss's legs were still touching the ground, he leaned down, using both arms to embrace the person underneath him, before moving his hot tongue assertively and playfully.
"No matter how many kisses, it's never enough. The more the boss extends his hand to pull him closer, the more Laem wants to push back. At this point, he crawls up to the boss, leaning against him, to show that he's more comfortable like this. And then, he used his mouth to suck and lick his tongue, creating a stimulating sound that gradually arouses emotions.
It might be like the first kiss that happened that day, or maybe not at all, but Laem can't deny that it's a kiss he longs for. It reminds him of the excitement and confusion at that moment, filled with uncertainty. But now it's different because he knows what he's doing.
The person who used to wear suits now only wearing a T-shirt and basketball shorts, and in a few minutes, he'll probably be left with nothing but his boxers, which he will remove himself with his hands. Laem imagines it in his mind.
The young man pulls away from the kiss and trails his lips along the jawline. His hand slides in, feeling the warmth under the tight shirt, filled with muscles. It's like a smooth hand, but it's also firm and pleasurable. His lips and nose are close to the neck, creating a new and continuous sensation.
The person being touched can hardly bear it anymore. Gun gently pushes Laem's mouth away from his neck, realizing that he's starting to suffocate with the waistband of his pants starting to tighten and pressing against his abdomen. But he can't help but focus on his feelings.
He doesn't know if Laem is aware of it, if he realizes how he's looking at him now. The sparkling eyes of the other side are so enchanting that he wants to dive in and fill the void. But he can't rush it too much. Otherwise, this kid will probably run away for sure.
"B-Boss, what are you doing?"
Laem hesitates and asks because as soon as he realizes it, he's already been lifted up and embraced by the other side. The boss takes advantage of the moment when Laem is inhaling the scent of his pink vanilla perfume from his neck to replace it. Now, it seems like he himself is the one who has fallen into a situation where he can't help but surrender.
"Shh..."
Instead of answering, the other side responds with a commanding tone, urging him to be quiet without giving Laem a chance to speak anything. The boss presses a heavy kiss on his earlobe, teasing and nibbling down to his neck, folding him over in the process.
"Boss... wait."
Minutes passed by, only filled with prohibitions. As the other party's hand raised his shirt, stacking it on his shoulder, the boss just gave a small smile and let Laem perplexed with the situation. Before two hot hands started dragging down his side, pulling his boxer shorts down until only his white briefs remained. That was when Laem began to understand what the other party was about to do.
As the boss lowered himself to kneel on the floor, his serious face now focused on his target. It was impossible to resist the temptation, but Laem had to put on a strong front. He tried to understand the person behind the act, which he now realized from watching gay movies, as Tee had mentioned before. He knew he had to handle his little guy's excitement before going any further. Despite the tension between them.
The boss playfully bit his lip, giving a teasing look, but the sound that came out of him was a suppressed moan. His mouth remained open, leaving Laem speechless. The boss played with his, teasing and lightly squeezing it before breathing heavily, causing his body to involuntarily twitch. Instead of keeping his mouth shut as before, now the boss moved his face closer, looking even more alluring.
"Oh, shit! Boss, we can't hold back anymore, can we?"
There was no need to ask anymore what the boss was going to do when it rained outside, giving the boss permission to stay until noon tomorrow. Laem's body responded to the boss's strong grip, as the other party inserted both hands inside his briefs and squeezed his butt, massaging and pressing against his front with expertise. But it didn't last long. The boss used his hand to pull the fabric from behind until it slid down his waist, before wrapping his head around the throbbing tip, all with his tantalizing mouth.
It was hot. That was the first sensation Laem felt. He could confidently say that in his entire life, no one had used their mouth like this, even though he had been with many women before. Despite imagining how good it could be, it was not as good as being on the receiving end like this. He had no idea whether he was ascending to heaven or descending to hell when his heart throbbed every time the boss used his other hand to gently stroke him. It felt like he was dying, but then he was revived as the boss skillfully used his other hand to stroke him lightly. It was as if he was about to climax, but then he was brought back to life again by the flick of the boss's tongue on the tip.
I can't stand it to the point where I have to use my elbows to prop myself up and look. And it must be a strong heartbeat after realizing that the other side is watching from down below.
"Ah... Boss?"
The boss didn't say anything, just extended a supporting hand that hadn't been used to hold his hand tightly, then pulled it back to the end of his own waist. This point is sharp work too, no need to say much, he arranged to use his own hand to lightly massage the other person's waist before allowing the other side to relax and look embarrassed, swallowing him more skillfully.
"Ah..."
The sharp tongue licked the lower lip when the other party moved their hand quickly, as if competing with the sound that was stuck in his throat. It didn't suck so much that it felt like he was going to die right then and there, and the boss withdrew his mouth and looked at his face, which was flushed to the extreme. But the other side wiped the saliva on the corner of his mouth and wrapped his mouth, sucking directly on the head more forcefully.
Laem thought that this much might be too much, but there was more to it than that. With the boss moving his hand rhythmically and bending down lower than before, along with dragging his tongue under the frenulum slowly, as if trying to kill him indirectly.
The exhausted person gasped heavily, even the body his twitched and tensed. He slumped, his dark hair falling between his legs, and leaned forward to warm his lips without realizing it, until he regained consciousness and saw the cloudy white liquid coming out of the corner of his mouth. The sharp-faced kid hoped to tell the boss to spit it out, but the person sitting there made his heart beat with a wink and swallowed it and made him watch it.
And he even leaned down to lick from the head to the base.
"Boss... What are you doing..." Soft all over, both body and heart. Did the boss liked him so much that he could swallow without hesitation?
The boss didn't answer the question that the sharp one didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear. The older person just sat on the bed together, leaning down to kiss him softly until a smacking sound was made.
"Would you do this with someone else?"
"I think it wouldn't be as good if it were someone else right now."
"Don't do this with anyone except me, ok?" Well, he was being ridiculous. Even though he could guess who the boss would have sex with, he probably took it for granted that this kind of thing was normal.
"I don't do it with everyone."
"oh"
"Are you annoyed?" The person asked with a smile, pleased to see him like this. Let me tell you, Laem is a very stubborn person and ready to be extremely mischievous if he's not satisfied.
"What about the others? Are they outstanding?"
"They're gone..."
"Don't judge yet until I show you the real thing." Laem didn't want to lose to his old boss in any way. He looked for a condom hidden away and brought it up to his nose, teasing his boss with a smirk. "Shall we continue?"
"Just a moment." Gun laughed at the image of the feisty kid who kept gritting his teeth. He was quite adorable, but if he wanted the other side to wear the condom, thinking he'd be the one to put it on... it's too soon, maybe hundreds of years too soon.
"I can still go on for real, Boss. You can go ahead and lie down. I'll take care of it this time."
"Let's leave that for now." Gun took the condom from the kid's hand and threw it into a corner of the room. Before lying down, he made sure to bring another body down with him.
"Why is that? Or is it because I'm not good enough, Boss?"
"Not at all. You're amazing."
"Really? You're not lying to me, right?"
If he were a lion, then he probably wouldn't get much from that kid, just a simple smile back when they were kids. Looking at his face and eyes now, there's hardly anything left to lose. Where did he get this determination? From porn movies or consulting experienced friends? But no matter what, this kid is so adorable that Gun doesn't want to go back to the condo anymore. He wants to sleep and cuddle all day, making Gun feel so content.
"I want to do this with you again, but you're still injured. I'm afraid you'll get tired and have no strength."
"Are you worried or just making excuses? It's okay." Laem kissed his forehead gently. He wanted to massage Gun's shoulders right away.
"Yes, I'm worried."
Gun smiled and kissed the little lion who was lying on the same pillow. Before he could refuse, Gun hugged him tightly, pulling him closer to his waist, and the person who was just released didn't resist and hugged him back. They nestled together, whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling each other's necks, with Laem softly saying,
"Don't escape when I'm asleep."
To which Gun responded by leaning down and kissing him before pulling up the blanket to cover their chests, hugging the little lion tightly until they both fell asleep.
TBC
Translator's note: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa