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Perspective - Khaen (Khaen-ta-lup)
"Tinn, I can't stand his face. You shouldn't have stopped me. Couldn't you even let me curse him out for satisfaction?"
"We already agreed that you won't cause trouble with my brother."
"But you, you look at him! He did all that to you, and he's still pretending to be a good person. Just seeing him smile makes me want to punch him until his lips split."
The moment I enter Ai'Tinn's bedroom, I leap onto the bed, arms crossed, waiting until the owner of the room follows me inside before I start complaining. I don't understand why he stopped me from cursing his brother, especially since I'm itching to do it. My hands are just twitching, ready to knock him out for good.
"I just don't want you to get into trouble." Tinn frowns again.
"What kind of trouble do you mean? Is he going to call people to gang up and beat me? I'm not scared! I've got a whole football team backing me up. Let him come at me. I can call my guys too." But as soon as I say that, Ai'Tinn sighs at me again.
"Let's just say I'm scared... You promised not to mess with my brother."
"You talk like I'm going to ambush him and assault him."
"Not that kind of messing... sigh." He sighs at me again but then smiles and lies down beside me, hands clasped behind his head. His eyes, though, seem to drift far away.
"Seriously, why are you so scared of your brother?" I ask.
I'm genuinely surprised. I've never seen Ai'Tinn scared of anyone before, even knowing about his childhood. If it were me, I'd fight back with everything I had against anyone who dared to do that to me. But Ai'Tinn? He shows just how terrified he is of that fucking shit-lizard.
"Yes, I'm scared." This time, he admits it outright. "But I'm most scared that he'll come after you."
Thunk.
I turn to look at him, seeing the usually bad-mouthed Khun-chai with a worried expression.
[[Translator's Note: The Thai word ปากหมา (paak maa), which translates to "dog-mouth," and ปากเสีย (paak sia), meaning "bad-mouthed," both refer to someone who speaks rudely, but they carry different connotations and levels of intensity. Bad-mouthed is milder than dog-mouthed.]]
Then, he reaches out to touch my cheek. "I won't let him lay a hand on you."
Normally, I'd say this sounds like pure cheesy nonsense for him to say this to a guy like me. However, with the serious look on his face, the weight of his tone, and the touch on my cheek, I can tell he's genuinely worried.
I know Ai'Tinn doesn't care about anyone. Truthfully, he's indifferent to everyone. It feels awkward to admit it, but I'm probably the only one who's ever seen him like this—like a regular person, not some high-born Khun-chai.
"Same here. I won't let him hurt you again. If he messes with you, I'll go and beat the crap out of him." I smile, feeling Ai'Tinn's hand move to my head.
Then instead of stroking it... he shoves.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Stop talking about this already. We're alone. How about saying something that sets the atmosphere for once?"
"What the hell kind of atmosphere do you mean?"
I honestly can't keep up with his mood changes. One moment, he's all serious, and now he's relaxed again, expecting me to say something ridiculous.
This time, though, he explains. "Set the atmosphere... make it feel a bit more like we're partners."
Once he says that, I look around the room. To be honest, I've been hanging out in Ai'Tinn's room plenty of times. I don't even want to mention that the best part is the entrance to his bedroom, where when you stop there, the lights automatically turn on, just like in a Korean drama. Of course, I play around with it. Before going to bed, I make Ai'Tinn turn off the lights, then I run in and out of the room. It's fun, even if I have to endure being called you feather-head every time.
Well, now Tinn's asking me to set the atmosphere, huh? There's no candle. Can I use a lamp instead? What if I run downstairs to cut some flowers from his garden? Would that be romantic enough? (I'm being sarcastic.)
My eyes stop at the large TV, and I suddenly remember that I haven't tried using it yet. Every time I come over, we always end up watching movies in his home theater, and whenever we're in his bedroom… We end up on the bed every single time.
"Let's watch a movie." I turn to him.
He thinks for a moment and then nods.
"Alright, but no horror movies."
"I know, you want to set the atmosphere, right? So a zombie movie is definitely not the vibe." I wave my finger dramatically, offering up my suggestion while he gets up to grab the remote.
Oh, and by the way, his TV can connect to the internet?!?
"What do you want to watch?" He seems curious about my choice, and I proudly suggest it.
"Ben 10."
"Ben 10!"
Whoa, I've never seen Ai'Tinn snap his head around and yell so loudly before. Even when I kissed him by the football field, he didn't look this shocked.
He even asks me again like he hadn't heard it right. "Ben 10? That transformation cartoon?"
"Yeah, that one! Your TV is huge, so it's going to be awesome. Don't look down on it just because it's a kid's show. You need to pay attention. This show has deeper messages than some Japanese anime. Plus, it's cool. The guy can turn into so many aliens. Is it on now? Your TV's connected to the internet, right? Connect it, I want to watch Ben 10." I grin widely, excited about watching it on the big screen—much better than borrowing Le's laptop.
"Unbelievable." I hear him mutter under his breath.
However, he still turns on the TV and sets everything up for me, even though he pulls a face when I say… "Change the language for me. I can't keep up with English."
"We're alone in the room, and you want to watch Ben 10. Next time, I'll take you to get your brain checked."
"Hey! You said to set the atmosphere, right? Look, it's exciting, fun, and cool as hell!" Of course, I argue back, not sure why I'm getting criticized here.
He sighs heavily, tossing the remote onto the bed.
"I meant a romantic atmosphere. Never mind, I expected too much."
Beep. Beep. Beep!
"Heyyy! Wait, hold on!" Ai'Tinn is about to head into his study, separated by a partition, and I quickly crawl across the bed, grabbing his shirt just in time. My voice comes out in a panicked pitch as I call him back. Oh, wow—he's giving me that fierce look again. Back to being bad-mouthed Ai'Tinn.
"That's the atmosphere you meant?"
He rolls his eyes but answers anyway. "Yeah."
Well then, why didn't you just say so?
I quickly yank off his shirt and toss it beside the bed. I grin, releasing his shirt and grabbing the hem of my own.
"If you wanted to do it, you should've told me. Come on, let's do it. I'm ready too."
Beep.
He squints at me, looking both confused and like he can't follow my mood. I laugh, grabbing his hand and tugging.
"Lie down, or are you going to do it standing up? I'm okay with that too."
"Groan, Khaen…"
"What?" I arch a brow at him.
Tinn reluctantly sits on the bed, and I crawl on top of him without wasting a second.
I stare into his glaring eyes as my romantic partner asks me… "How long are you going to keep ruining the atmosphere?"
"Why complicate things? If you want it, just say you want it... or don't you like it?" I know that sometimes I talk too much without considering the situation, but I still raise an eyebrow and ask him.
Instead of denying it, he responds that…
"No... If it's you, I'll always like it."
I'm really proud, you know? Ai'Tinn is completely smitten with me. So, I have to…
"Such sweet words! Then I'll service you myself," I say, lightly tapping his cheek and smiling like someone in a good mood.
[[Translator's note: เซอร์วิส (ser-wit) – Literally means service and is a transliteration of the English word. While it can refer to general service or assistance in various contexts, it is often associated with sexual services, depending on the surrounding context.]]
How could I not be in a good mood? Just the thought of being with him makes me incredibly excited without needing to create any ridiculous atmosphere. Then, I decide to straddle Ai'Tinn's lap, holding his neck with both hands.
Kiss.
I kiss his lips, licking them lightly, and slide my tongue into his mouth.
Have I mentioned how much I love kissing Ai'Tinn? I used to get annoyed when he would steal kisses from me, always asking for a kiss or a peck. Then when I experienced the real thing in the movie room that day, I realized I enjoy kissing him.
I love when his tongue tangles with mine.
I love the softness of his cool tongue; the more we kiss, the hotter it gets.
I love the feeling when our tongues slide against each other.
I even love the sound of our kisses—it gets me so in the mood.
"Ha..." I inhale deeply while trying to keep up with his kisses before pulling away, leaving saliva connecting our mouths.
"This kiss is so dirty, absolutely damned," I pant but smile, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Ai Khun-chai starts to smirk at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out to hold my cheek. "How do you know this is dirty?"
"Well, I’m already hard."
Honestly, when we kiss this intensely, it’s so electrifying that I immediately know the difference between an ordinary kiss and a dirty one. This kind of kiss is exactly what gets me going.
"Heh, you’re such a romantic-atmosphere-killer."
"But I know you’re into it," I grin widely while leaning down to unbuckle Ai Tinn’s belt without wasting time. Stroking and grasping, I find that he feels the same. I've no idea why he’s pretending to act all proper.
Grab.
"About the so-called service..." Suddenly, he grabs my hand, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Well, it's a service. You just lie still, and I'll take care of everything. Come on, I'm not going to penetrate you."
This relates to a previous conversation: I had asked him to penetrate me from the start, hadn't I? Then I found that it was incredibly exciting, so I wanted him to experience the same feeling. As soon as I mentioned it though, Ai'Tinn looked at me like a centipede or worm and clearly said that…
"If you don't want to die, don't even think about it."
Since he doesn't want to try, I'm not going to force him. I'm okay with my position as it is…
"I'll be waiting to see," he says this, but somehow I feel like he's looking down on me a bit.
Fine, even if I've never been with anyone but you, I have a history of doing it three times in a week, you know!!!
"Take off your pants," I manage to yank his pants down, and he cooperates quite well.
Grab.
I don't think about wasting time. I grab hold of Ai'Tinn's little dragon, stroking it like I used to do to myself. He uses both hands to brace himself against the bed behind him, looking down at my hand as well.
The next sentence he throws out is what gets me though.
"Is this all you can do?"
"I just started, man, just started." I feel a little irritated, and since using just my hand isn't satisfying enough, I decide to give it a try.
Slurp. I proceed to use my tongue to lick it for him.
"The taste is not as unpleasant as I thought."
I have been curious about the taste for a long time, wondering what it would be like. I have watched AV films—how could I not have seen women licking it? They always appear to be in utter bliss, so I naturally grew curious. But I would never presumptuously lick my own. Now that I have my romantic partner's, I must try it. And as it turns out, it is not unpleasant in the slightest.
Gasp!
Flick.
But as soon as I lick, Ai'Tinn’s body tenses immediately, prompting me to lift my head and glance at him. I catch a brief glimpse of him clenching his teeth, just as my lips begin to curl into an ever-widening smile.
"You like it?" I ask.
"You can't even do it, yet you still talk about it."
"Ah, you speak as if you’re so skilled, huh?" I bite back.
Now that I think about it, Ai'Tinn has never used his mouth for me at all, has he?
But never mind...
Slurp.
As soon as I know it feels good, I start licking from the base up to the tip in a long stroke. This time, Ai'Tinn tightens his stomach a lot. I have fun and repeat it several times. Seeing his expression, he must be really excited. With my other hand, I also massage the head.
I hear it clearly... the sound of Ai'Tinn breathing in.
This time, I suck it into my mouth. I'm not disgusted by it. How many times have we slept together?
However, I don't know how to suck it. I rely on the sound of Ai'Tinn, who starts to breathe more heavily, and his heavy breathing is making me... hard.
I reach for the crotch of my pants, unfasten the hook, and pull it away from my hips, just as Ai'Tinn slides his hand to help. Soon, both my pants and underwear end up in a heap on the bed. Then I use my right hand to grab my dick and stroke it. My mouth strokes Tin's shaft at the same time.
And damn... it feels amazing.
"Ahh!"
Ugh... it hits my teeth.
"Ahh, ohh." I wanted to know if he liked it, but my teeth caught something in my mouth. I hear Ai'Tinn gasp; he must be in pain. However, it seems he's more afraid of me saying anything more, as Khun-chai is placing his hand on my butt. I feel him using his fingers to stroke and knead right there, so I shift to sit bent over to make it easier for him to grab.
Kiss... slurp... kiss.
I gasp harder than before, feeling so good that I nod my head up and down without realizing when Ai'Tinn grabs something. I only notice when something slippery slides down to my butt, and then...
"Oooph!" I protest as I suddenly feel something stuffed into my butt. It's not just anything. It's Ai'Tinn's finger, sending waves of pleasure through me. I look up over my shoulder at him, saliva dripping down to the edge of my mouth.
I breath in and... gasp!... Ai'Tinn is...
He pushes his finger in all the way until I jump, accidentally biting my lip when Ai'Tinn starts pulling in and out.
"Again, damn it." I gasp, but I am still me. Even though it feels a bit sharp, it feels good. So, I sit back down, straddle his lap, use my knees to brace against the bed, and let Tinn handle my back.
When I ask, he pushes in another finger.
I'm moaning out loud.
"Put a condom on for me," the packet of condoms is handed to me, and I tear one open with trembling hands.
Ai'Tinn relentlessly pushes against my back without a break, putting his fingers in and pulling them out. There's some twisting and pressing hard, making me gasp multiple times.
"Ah...Ai'Tinn....Huh....I will...not be able to take it..."
"One more moment, hold on… it won't fit."
Tinn is panting because I am currently putting the condom on slowly, sliding his member inside until the condom completely covers it. Then I also use my hand to stroke it along, urging it a bit more with my mouth. I am telling you straightforwardly though that I do not like fingers nearly as much as that hot rod I am holding here. I turn to face him.
Slurp.
"Ugh!" I bite my lip the moment he leans in to suck my nipple through my shirt. Honestly, it feels incredibly good. The more he licks and sucks, the more his hands keep exploring me without stopping, until I can barely take it anymore.
"Ah... Ai'Tinn, stop playing... for once... aah... please."
"Hee, but I love seeing you like this."
Like this means watching me suffer from desire, right? I straighten up, thinking to myself, as he sucks and bites my nipple. Damn it... I can't take it anymore.
Grab.
"You won't do it? I'll do it myself!" I immediately yank his hand away and raise myself to sit on top of him, rubbing the entrance for a moment, and then I...
Thrust.
"More…" haah... haa... "yours... damn..." That's all I say as discomfort overwhelms me.
I admit that as Tinn's shaft enters, it still feels unfamiliar. I even want to pull out, but I know that after this, the pain will disappear, the sting will go away, so I grit my teeth and press my hips down further until...
"Haa... I'm good... it's all the way in." I pant so hard my body shakes, but I lift my sweat-drenched face and smile at Ai'Tinn.
"Very good, my good boy," he says, stroking my cheek, and even though I'm not a child, those words make me press my hands against his stomach and start moving.
"Ah!" Ai'Tinn lies flat on the bed, letting me take over. I'm not looking at him, though, because I'm focusing on the heat inside me. Each time I lift up and press down, I feel the heat, the hardness, the discomfort, and... the pleasure.
Hnng!... Haa... uhh...
I hit the spot exactly, and as soon as I do, I cry out, my whole body tingling, making me move even harder.
"Spread your legs a bit... I can't see." He tells me.
See... ah... what the hell…
Grab.
Before I figure out what Ai'Tinn says, he grabs my knees and spreads them wide, forcing me to lean back and brace myself with my hands against the bed. In this position... Ai'Tinn probably sees everything inside me because he says...
"Nice view."
Damn him!
Now, I'm sitting with my feet apart on top of him, his member filling me, making a steady thrust-thrust sound, while mine stands erect, pointing toward his face. My shirt is fully unbuttoned, so it's not wrong to say Ai'Tinn sees everything.
I don't care about that so-called nice view though, because I'm too busy tilting my head back, gasping for breath as my hips grind down even harder.
Grab.
"Ugh... Ai'Tinn... I'm... so turned on…"
Hisss...
I moan softly as he grabs my hips and thrusts into me. Now, we're both going at it hard. The sound of my hips slamming into his lap is so loud, and when he grabs me and starts stroking, I throw myself into his arms immediately.
Kiss... Suck...
If I had called his kissing dirty before, this time, it's downright obscene. Our tongues tangle messily, and I twitch uncontrollably, moaning without even meaning to.
"Haa... Ah... Ai'Tinn... more... more... Uhh... I..." In that moment, the pleasure peaks, and I release everything until I feel completely relieved.
Thud.
Suddenly, Ai'Tinn flips me onto my back and lifts my ankles high. Then... he slams into me, making me hiss through clenched teeth.
I can feel him trembling inside me, and sure enough, he bites his lip tightly, his eyes squeezed shut. Sweat pours down his face, and I have to admit that the look on his face when he climaxes is mesmerizing... No matter how many times I see it, my chest flutters.
Thud.
When he collapses beside me, panting so hard that his chest shakes, I turn my head to look at him, offering him a tired smile.
"How about another round?"
He laughs and pulls me into an embrace. "That's so you. You're never romantic no matter how hard I try to build it up, but... damn, you're delicious."
He licks my ear. I want to protest that my ear isn't food, but he whispers again.
"Let's do that position from before."
The one where I sat on top of him, right? But no matter the position...
"You're hooked, aren't you? See, I told you I'm good." I laugh, but this time, he doesn't argue.
Instead, he climbs on top of me again, saying… "Be good all night, then."
"Mmm!" He kisses me before I can react, an incredibly filthy kiss that silences me before I can say…
"The whole night is fine, but can I please get something to eat first? I'm starving hereee!"
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I didn't even check the clock to see when we started. All I know is that when I finally come to, it's already dark outside, and my backside is killing me. As for my partner? After finishing the last round, he just knocked out cold. Meanwhile, no matter how much fun I have been having, my stomach is starting to protest, so I have no choice but to get up.
I want to wake Ai'Tinn, but he looks exhausted. Now that I think about it, I've known since staying over at his place last week that he wakes up in the middle of the night to read some kind of documents. They're a mix of Thai and English, and when I asked him before, he said they were old company papers his father let him review.
He mentioned that the more he delays, the more his brother pulls ahead.
"Rich people make no sense to me." I mutter to myself while rummaging for snacks in his room. This is another thing: originally, there weren't any snacks in here, but since I tend to get hungry late at night, Ai'Tinn had someone stock-up the cupboard for me. However, snacks just don't fill you up the way real food does.
Grab.
"Ai'Tinn... I'm hungry," I reluctantly try waking him, but when he doesn't move, I start to worry.
Did Tinn completely collapse in my arms, or what?
When I notice he's still breathing, I breathe a sigh of relief. I want to shake him awake because I know he'd kindly take me downstairs to eat, but seeing him sleeping so soundly, I decide to shower, get dressed, and put on his clothes instead. Then... I walk out of the room.
The maids should be kind enough to find me something to eat, I hope.
It's almost 10 PM now, but the lights are still on in the house. However, there's no sign of anyone around, and it's eerily quiet, which creeps me out a bit. Still, my hunger drives me straight to the dining room. Whenever I'm here with Ai'Tinn, there's always something delicious waiting, but now... it's empty.
The long dining room table, decorated with a chandelier, is completely empty. I can only sigh.
"Ma did tell me not to barge into other people's houses, but I'm starving. What should I do, Ma?" I mumble to myself as I walk toward its kitchen, hoping beyond hope that there's still at least one maid.
I'm not brave enough to use this kitchen on my own.
"Where the hell did everyone go? In the middle of the day, there were like ten people, but now it's as quiet as a graveyard at night..."
"The workers' quarters are behind the building. Most of them have gone home."
Gasp!
While complaining to myself, a voice suddenly comes from behind, making me jump in shock. I think I've run into something bad, but it turns out to be... that half-Thai, smiling at me.
Don't start anything, Khaen. Don't start anything.
"You don't need to be so cautious," Ai'Tul laughs, sounding annoyingly cheerful. "And my younger sibling?"
I want to snap back and ask if he still sees Tinn as his sibling, but I made a promise...
"Asleep."
"So, what are you doing down here? Do you need anything? Our parents aren't coming home tonight, so the maids left at 9 PM."
I really don't want to talk to him, but since the maids aren't around, it means I've got nothing to eat. That thought makes me feel down.
Of course, I'm not going to beg this vile older brother of my lover.
Gurgle.
You bloody cursed stomach!
At that moment, my stomach acts a bit too honestly, growling loudly enough to get attention. My eyes widen as Ai'Tul freezes, and then... he laughs.
"What the hell are you laughing at, you fucking shit-lizard!" Don't expect me to talk nicely to him.
Instead of being offended, he just walks towards the kitchen.
"If you're hungry, come on. I'll cook you something."
"What?" I blurt. Him? Cook something for me?
"Hahaha, you're funny. Surprised? Just because I look like this doesn't mean I can't cook. I can make a lot of dishes, unlike Ai'Tinn. That guy never steps foot in the kitchen."
Yeah, I agree with that. Whenever Ai'Tinn wants something, all he has to do is pick up the phone, and someone brings it straight to the table. Meanwhile, I get the feeling this older heir... is more grounded.
Why the hell am I thinking that?
I hesitate for a moment, but I end up following behind the tall, well-built guy with Western features. Even though his face, build, and demeanor make him seem more like a noble than Ai'Tinn, his voice, words, and a lot of things about him make me feel surprisingly comfortable.
No, no, no! Ai'Tinn warned me not to trust him.
I follow him into the kitchen, where he tells me to sit at one of the tables before opening the fridge.
"Spaghetti with veggies, chili, and bacon okay?"
"Huh?"
"Okay, it's easy enough to make."
I'm confused. It's not like Ai'Tul is just giving me some pre-made food. No, he's actually setting up a pot and placing uncooked spaghetti on the table, which means... he's really going to cook for me.
"No, no, no! I'm not eating it!!!"
"Come on, it's good. Believe it or not, I've taken a cooking course."
"What?!"
Is there anything more absurd than this?
I just sit there, dumbfounded, watching the guy who severely hurt my partner now cooking for me with surprising ease. He boils the spaghetti, then turns to prepare the ingredients, placing a pan on the stove and pouring in olive oil. He sautés the ingredients, seasons them, and once it's ready, he drains the cooked spaghetti and tosses it all together. In no time, a delicious-looking dinner is placed in front of me.
"Try it. Not sure if my skills are still sharp."
Wait... am I getting this wrong?
I'm completely floored, looking up to meet Ai'Tinn's brother's eyes. Honestly, the image I had of him—being nasty, arrogant, and acting like some self-appointed judge—flips completely. Now, he's this kind, warm older brother who can actually cook, even with a house full of chefs.
I'm stunned.
"Hahaha, look at your face."
I don't know what kind of face I'm making, but I pick up the fork and poke at the food, taking a bite. And... It's delicious.
"Tastes good, right? Phu likes it too, though he doesn't eat spicy food and prefers extra bacon." I'm not really paying attention to his story. I'm just shoveling the spaghetti into my mouth because I'm starving.
I actually planned to eat quickly and leave, even though I had some doubts about whether he might have put something in the food. Before I take a bite, I see him taste the food first.
It's safe.
No matter how it tried to start a conversation with me, I didn't answer any of its questions until...
"My son said Tinn's friend mentioned that his father isn't a good person... that's Khaen, right?"
Thud.
"What did Tinn tell you?"
I immediately looked up at him, the noodle still halfway in my mouth. I had to slurp it up before replying in a firm tone.
"He told me about your wicked deeds."
Sigh "No wonder you speak to your elders like this."
I knew it wasn't right to speak rudely to elders, but I didn't feel like talking nicely to this one. Then, it asked me another question.
"Do you believe Tinn?"
"I do!" I reply firmly, and he says to me...
"I don't know what Tinn has told you, but you've seen for yourself what kind of person I am. I love my younger brother, but I just don't understand why Tinn keeps spreading stories that I hurt him…"
Slam.
"Because you did hurt him!!! Damn it, what kind of older brother are you to hurt your own brother? Framing him with drugs! Don't even try to fool me. I'll never believe you. I only believe Ai'Tinn!" I couldn't take it anymore. I stand up abruptly, shouting at him.
No matter how much I wanted to eat, my appetite has disappeared. The fact that Tul claims Ai'Tinn made up stories infuriates me.
I clench my fist tightly, wanting to punch him. Instead, I turn and head back to Tinn's room. I don't want to listen to this demon-kin trash-talking my partner. Yeah, I know Tinn's brother is a lot friendlier, but I don't believe him.
I believe in the dog-mouth who looked like he was dying as he told me stories about his brother.
Even if I'm feather-headed, I'd rather be someone feather-headed who trusts Ai'Tinn!
One thing's for sure, I hate Tinn's older brother to my core.
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