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“Phîi Sǐndhu, we've agreed, right, Ná?”
“Yes, Khrap.”
“And we're romantic partners now, right, Ná?”
“And Phîi Sǐndhu understands Plêrng now too.”
“I suppose so.”
“Mmm, then let's have sex.”
“Well... Hey!!!”
After successfully securing the highly desirable Nai Sǐndhu, Práo Plêrng felt as if a mountain had been lifted from his chest. But that relief was short-lived, as he soon encountered the same old problem.... Phîi Sǐndhu wouldn't comply.
Do something already.
At first, Plêrng consoled himself that it was fine. He figured that for people who were romantic partners, it took some time before entering the kind of relationship he wanted. Besides, he was afraid that if he let his thoughts run wild, things would get out of hand again. So, the young man behaved demurely and properly for a full week. But... was it too little, Wá?
Ever since he had straddled his lap, Phîi Sǐndhu hadn't done anything, not even held his hand.
Good grief. Was this insane? Was the person he was dating this slow?
The thoughts of someone who was used to catching someone's eye, locking eyes, and being taken to a room now led him to constantly question himself. And after learning the habits of Phîi Sǐndhu, the person who thought-deeply, Plêrng resorted to his direct tactic again. He bloody fucking asked if they were going to do anything, until the person wearing an apron and making soup in front of the stove turned to look at him with a start, his face so startled that Plêrng changed his words.
“Mmm, romantic partners shouldn't have sex, right? Then let's make love.”
This was the most proper invitation he could manage.
Having said that, Plêrng flashed a smile, the kind that made Phîi Sǐndhu stare hesitantly. But then he turned back to skimming the foam from the radish soup. His voice was laced with laughter as he said,
“Nông Plêrng, stop teasing me.”
“Huh!”
The attractive person let out a huge, exasperated sigh because his hands were shaking like someone in need of a fix. He was absolutely sure that since he was sixteen, he had never gone almost a month without being penetrated like this. Even if he had an exam tomorrow, if he happened to meet someone appealing, Âi'Plêrng would go for it and then manage to survive in front of the classroom later. But this.....
If you (meung) don't mind, then, Ná.
“I am serious, I wasn't joking at all,” Práo Plêrng said, resting his chin on his hand and gazing at the broad back that was preparing dinner for the two of them.
Even though nothing had progressed in the past week, Plêrng had learned many of Phîi Sǐndhu's habits, and he could definitely say he liked them indescribably.
First of all, Phîi Sǐndhu was clean, and Plêrng also hated dirt.
Next, Phîi Sǐndhu was very attentive. Even though they had classes at different times, he still made the effort to pick him up and drop him off at his faculty. Moreover, if he called saying he needed something, he would come running almost immediately.
Next, and most importantly... Phîi Sǐndhu's cooking was bloody fucking delicious!
For Práo Plêrng, who had relied on convenience store food or delivery from below his condo for going on three years, or who was occasionally lucky enough to have Phrae Phán come cook something for him, getting a man who could cook, and so deliciously at that, who always had food stocked in the fridge—unlike his own fridge which only had drinks—made Plêrng not hesitate at all to hang out at the other's room, refusing to go anywhere.
It was true they weren't intimate, but they spent a bloody fucking lot of time together.
“Don't say that anywhere else, if other people hear it, it won't look good,” Phîi Sǐndhu scolded lightly, but he wasn't serious. His mood was more worried. So Plêrng made a pout that was bloody fucking kissable.
“I didn't say it to anyone else. I said it to you.”
Phîi Sǐndhu smiled broadly immediately, not paying any mind to this being the most potent form of flirtation, until the person who had been done in since being seduced while fully clothed, right up to having his pants taken off, sighed again. He lowered his gaze to stare intently at the firm buttocks under Phîi Sǐndhu's home shorts, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
So damn spicy. Plêrng might not have been initially appealed to by Phîi Sǐndhu's face, but Plêrng confirmed once again that he liked Phîi Sǐndhu's body.
He liked people with muscles, but not the magazine model bodybuilder type. He preferred just the right amount, enough to lift him up and play the 'monkey holding a melon' position without dropping him, and he would be satisfied. Phîi Sǐndhu could be considered that type. Once again, spending time together allowed Plêrng to see the other's daily life.
[[Translator's note: ท่าลิงอุ้มแตง (thā lîng ùm dtâeng) is a popular M/M
sexual position in Thailand that literally translates to monkey holding a melon. Set up involves the receiving partner lying prone on the edge of a bed or other flat surface with their knees legs folded up to fully expose their bottom and the penetrating partner being in a standing position and holding manipulating the bottom of the receiving partner for penetration.]]
Phîi Sǐndhu woke up early. Phîi Sǐndhu never missed class. He used his free time to read additional books. And Phîi Sǐndhu really liked playing tennis.
The first time he saw it was three days ago. Phîi Sǐndhu said he would pick him up later because he was going to play tennis with friends. Âi'he himself thought he wanted to go check out the guys on the court, so he acted like a good romantic partner and said he would go find him himself. And then, bloody fucking hell, the man named Sǐndhu was bloody fucking hot!
Even wearing the same glasses, even with his usual serious expression, Phîi Sǐndhu, drenched in sweat, swinging a racquet, was bloody fucking manly. No wonder he had so much arm strength. Just watch him hit the felt ball, thwack thwack, it was so eye-catching that Plêrng forgot to even check if Phîi Sǐndhu's friends had edible bodies (he was just looking, okay?). And then to see him jogging over, drenched in sweat.... Bloody fucking hell! He really wanted to lick that sweat!
The thoughts of the person who glanced upwards... now he was getting interested in the man's shoulders too. Phîi Sǐndhu had broad shoulders, and Plêrng admitted that besides the butt and the crotch bulge, he was starting to take an interest in looking at men's shoulders.
“Is Nông Plêrng hungry, Khrap?”
“Mhm.”
I'm (meung) hungry for you (meung).
Plêrng made no attempt to hide the desire in his eyes, and even licked his lips again, in a way that made Phîi Sǐndhu pause for a moment before quickly turning to ladle the soup with a spoon. He then offered it.
“Nông Plêrng, please have a taste, Khrap. If you like this flavor, then I can turn off the stove and set the table, Ná.”
The little-one looked from the large hand to the sharp face of the person who was clearly changing the subject, and was the one to lean in instead, tucking his hair behind his ear. He made no move to take the spoon, unlike his lips which stretched over the spoon's handle. His downcast eyes looked up, and he slowly began to sip the broth.
Plêrng ate slowly, no different from a kitten lapping milk.
Gulp!
Once again, Phîi Sǐndhu sucked in a huge breath, swallowing hard so his Adam's apple moved violently, his breath catching.
Plêrng knew that Phîi Sǐndhu understood his body language now, but he was still evading and wouldn't quit. Therefore, his pink tongue licked along the length of the spoon, then flicked against the tip of the other's finger...
Clatter
That spoon fell onto the kitchen counter, but Plêrng grabbed the other's hand just in time before it could pull away as if from something hot. Then his soft tongue licked along the groove of the finger, picking up the scent of the soup, the food, and the sweet, salty taste of the person who had been standing in front of the stove for a while. And the owner still didn't stop.
Slurp... Smack...
The little-one licked as if this wasn't just a finger. He sucked, he nibbled, he licked until Phîi Sǐndhu's finger was soaked. He could perceive the reaction of the other's body, stiff and rigid, holding its breath, both shoulders straight, and the eyes... shining with an intense gleam.
“Slurp.” Plêrng gave the other's finger one final suck, then pulled away.
“It's delicious.”
His face was flushed with the simmering emotion, his voice trembling and faltering as he spoke, then he deliberately glanced down... at the crotch.
“I want to eat.... Phîi Sǐndhu too.”
Phîi Sǐndhu sure took a loud, gasping breath then, but...
“It's too soon, Nông Plêrng, Khrap.”
“Hmm?”
The person who was enjoying the bulging crotch looked up again and met a pair of sharp eyes that seemed almost unbearable. Yet, the good-hearted Phîi Sǐndhu still gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice while pulling his hand out of the grasp.
“What's too soon, Phîi Sǐndhu?”
“What we are doing right now, Khrap.”
“I was just licking your finger,” Plêrng said, making a pout and puppy-dog eyes.
“I meant when Nông Plêrng invited me to...”
“Have sex?”
Phîi Sǐndhu's eyes gleamed at this word, but he still nodded in acknowledgment with a calm demeanor, then continued with a composed manner.
“Yes, Khrap. I think it's too soon.”
“It's not soon. Phîi Sǐndhu, believe me,” argued Práo Plêrng, because it was finally getting somewhere. That person was finally willing to talk about when they would do it with him.
This made the large-built person shift as if hesitating whether to speak or not, but in the end, he sighed and said in a serious tone, “Last time was too soon.”
Ah, this he couldn't argue with. Last time, he really almost couldn't get his bearings.
“So I want the next time... to be better than the last time.”
“Then Phîi Sǐndhu should just do it,” Plêrng asked eagerly, in contrast to Phîi Sǐndhu, who shook his head slowly.
“I want the next time to be much, much better than that, Nông Plêrng, Khrap. I want to make it worthy of us being romantic partners, of us dating. I just think now is not the right time yet. Whether it's the atmosphere or whatever, I just want the next time to make Nông Plêrng... impressed.” Phîi Sǐndhu said shyly, but the listener was as if struck by a stupor spell.
Last time was bloody fucking great, you (meung). I (Kuu) don't want to say.
“Then when?” was all Plêrng could ask, to which Phîi Sǐndhu gave a bloody fucking vague answer.
“I think when the time comes, we will know it ourselves, Khrap.”
Then he bestowed a fatherly smile upon the person sitting still.
Whenever you (meung) realize it isn't important, but I (Kuu) here am itching like I'm going to die already!!!
The thoughts of the person who shed tears quietly.
***
“Can you (meung) stop making that face?”
“What face, Wá?”
“The face that says you want to have all of him.”
“Like you want that thing to stab your ass.”
“Why are you (meung) beating around the bush, Âi'Phént? Tell him directly that Âi'Plêrng is making a face.”
Today, the three close friends had plans to see a movie that had just been released. Since it wasn't time yet, they came to eat something together at a nearby restaurant. However, Práo Plêrng kept looking out the window. Every time a handsome man walked by, he would crane his neck to follow him with his eyes and then sigh, with a dreamy look, the type that in a club would have already been dragged away to be devoured.
His face yearned deeply for being penetrated.
“Well, I (Kuu) really want it, you know,” Plêrng himself turned and sighed, and then...
Whoosh
“Hey, you (meung), that guy is big!”
Before he could even finish his sentence, he almost raised his hands to press against the glass, following the stern-faced man walking past with his fem romantic partner. But his eyes weren't looking at the woman; they only looked down at that person's crotch, and he sighed with regret. This made Phént shake his head and flick water from his straw at his face.
“Eek, that's cold, Âi'Phént.”
“I (Kuu) call that a flick for wake-up call.”
“So that means you (meung) still haven't gotten Phîi Sǐndhu, then.”
Thud
Plêrng intended to retort against Phrae Phán, but instead was the one who froze, when Andrea, who was holding the iced drink straw, asked with a knowing smile. She even smiled so wide it almost reached her ears.
“So then? I (Kuu) was going to bang Phîi Sǐndhu and dump him within three days. How many days has it been now, Wá, Phént?”
Andrea turned to the other friend, who raised her hand and counted on her fingers, making a surprised face and then saying in a disbelieving tone,
“Over a week, you (meung)! I (Kuu) still see Âi'Plêrng arriving at the university in a black car.”
Exactly! It's Phîi Sǐndhu's black car! My (Kuu) car is white!
“This case is difficult,” Práo Plêrng said, playing it cool, crossing his arms, his mouth sulking from being ganged up on. But the other two showed no mercy, turning to laugh heartily, so he quickly added,
“But once I (Kuu) get him, I (Kuu) will dump him anyway, so.”
“A good man like Phîi Sǐndhu should be able to find someone better than you (meung).”
“But he wants me (Kuu). And if anyone is going to be the one to dump anyone, it has to be me (Kuu).”
“Really, Há?” Andrea nudged his shoulder.
“Foreigner, you (meung) take your (meung) woman's tits far away from me (Kuu).”
“Hahaha! Today I (Kuu) will be the foreigner, I (Kuu) won't mind. So, to summarize, you (meung) are still Phîi Sǐndhu's romantic partner, but you (meung) haven't banged Phîi Sǐndhu, and you (meung) haven't broken up. Is this correct, Há?” the half-Thai girl said in a good mood. At first, she was worried it would end with Âi'Plêrng really dumping Phîi Sǐndhu, but from the first day they met until now, almost a month had passed.
Wow, Âi'Plêrng has been stuck to one man for a whole month? Just this alone is a dream come true, let-me-die.
“I'll break up once I get him.”
“I'm (Kuu) asking seriously, Âi'Plêrng. And you (meung), don't wind up Âi'Andrea yet. Let me (Kuu) ask first,” Phént interjected between the two who were arguing, stopping the excited friend who said let her stir some more. Then he stared at the rhino, who also raised his eyebrows as if to say, what do you (meung) want to ask, Wá?
“Why are you (meung) so taken with Phîi Sǐndhu, Wá? Yeah, I (Kuu) know, right, Âi'Andrea, that you (meung) cheer for Phîi Sǐndhu. I (Kuu) am not trying to make you (meung) break up. I (Kuu) am just wondering why you (meung) haven't. You (meung) could just find someone else like before. Like with Phîi Drew, you (meung) didn't get him, you (meung) didn't seem stressed at all. You (Kuu) just went out hunting for your (meung) prey, fishing as is your (meung) nature. But this time, you (meung) are willing to have no one and then complain about being lonely sometimes, about itching sometimes, waiting only for Phîi Sǐndhu. So I (Kuu) am suspicious, that actually, you (meung) loudly declaring that you (meung) want to bang Phîi Sǐndhu before anything else is because you (meung)... also like him.”
This time, the whole table fell completely silent, staring at Plêrng's face, which was hanging open, dumbfounded.
That's right. While he didn't have Phîi Sǐndhu, he could have found someone else.
“Ooooh, Âi'Phént comes with full seriousness, and stabs right to the heart so accurately,” the beautiful girl who supported her friend the most said laughingly, making the heart-stabbed person turn to glare at her, then turn his face away in another direction.
“I (Kuu) don't like him. It's just that Phîi Sǐndhu's performance at times like that is more thrilling than others, that's all.”
“The wild animal you (meung) mentioned?” Phént asked with a face that said, what kind of taste is that?
“Well, yeah, it was really good that time, you know. And others can't compare either.”
“There, there, there, there! Be careful. If you get too physically attached, soon you'll get emotionally attached too,” the close friend still wouldn't stop stirring, until Plêrng pursed his lips, still firmly insisting that he wasn't the least bit attached. He was just with a hard-to-get man who was bloody fucking attentive, took good care of him without fail, and if he wanted anything, he would tell him and he would procure it for him.
A man like that is only good in bed anyway.
Is that true, Wá?
“Let's talk again in ten years.”
Nope. The person confident in himself, who believed he was born for the collective benefit (meaning he got to go around everywhere), remained firm.
“We will wait and see. But for now, hurry up and eat. The movie is about to start,” Phrae Phán was the one who looked down at her watch and urged the other two to eat quickly.
Soon, the three of them arrived in front of the movie theater. And once again, Práo Plêrng couldn't help but glance over at the group of good-looking men waiting to see the same movie. His eyes darted around in his typical people-watching manner, his lips beginning to curl into a smile, his eyes starting to get dreamy, until his two friends shook their heads in unison.
But then, suddenly...
Buzz, buzz.
“Yes, Khrap, Phîi Sǐndhu.”
Plêrng, who had been enjoying himself, grabbed his phone and answered as soon as it vibrated strongly in his pocket, his gaze leaving that group of men. His dreamy, want-to-get-impaled face changed into a sweet smile.
“I came with Âi'Andrea's car, Khrap, didn't bring my own car.... Phîi Sǐndhu will come pick me up? Really?... Mhm mhm, about three hours, Ná. If you arrive, please call me, Phîi Sǐndhu, Ná.” The little-one's mood improved visibly, making the eavesdroppers look at each other. Then Andrea teased by smiling sweetly and leaning on Phrae Phan's shoulder.
“Phént, remember. It looks like we are about to be ditched.”
“That's right. Where is the person who said he wanted to break up, Wá?”
“Shhhhhh... It's nothing, Khrap, Phîi Sǐndhu, just two crazy people making noise, Ná... Yes, Khrap, yes, Khrap. Bye bye. See you later, Ná.”
Plêrng hung up, smiled broadly, and looked at his phone until he heard a cough. Only then did he turn to look at the source of the sound, then quickly adjusted his expression, raised his chin high, and said nonchalantly,
“I (Kuu) have to charm him so he gets hooked.”
“Yeah, charm away. Smiled so sweetly. Had him come pick you up. Ditched your friends...”
“And do you (meung) want to be told to mind your own business, Há?” Plêrng bared his fangs at her, putting his phone in his pants pocket, while Phént himself laughed.
“I (Kuu) really want to know what you (meung) will do next if you (meung) get him. You (meung) get Phîi Sǐndhu soon. I (Kuu) want to know.” Even the person with a sense of shame said this, waiting to see, unable to bear it any longer, what would happen if these two got together again. Would Âi'Plêrng really agree to break up as he said? One could predict that later he would make another excuse, saying he was attached, wanted more, wasn't bored yet. So, get together quickly. I'm rooting for you so much I don't know how to root anymore.
“That's right. You (meung) should tie Phîi Sǐndhu up and impale him yourself.”
“Âi'Andrea, you (meung) are a woman,” he couldn't help but remind the friend who spoke so boldly.
“Where would I (Kuu) do it? He's that big,” Plêrng smirked. Even when he was plied with alcohol, he still managed to escape and sleep with a straight face. It made him start to wonder if tying him with rope would really work. Which made Phrae Phán say with a laugh in her voice,
“Handcuffs, you (meung)?”
“Hahaha! That's right. Get the kind with soft fur too. And then take a whip and go smack smack smack. Phîi will you impale me? Quickly! I am so itchy!” Andrea laughed, finding it amusing, not noticing that her little friend was getting quieter by the minute, in contrast to his eyes which were beginning to sparkle unbelievably.
Handcuffs!
A brilliant idea that secretly made him lift his phone to check a website selling that kind of toy immediately.
***
“Hello, Phîi Sǐndhu, Ká.”
“Hello, Phîi Sǐndhu, Khrap.”
After leaving the movie theater, Práo Plêrng called the person who said he would pick him up. Before long, the large-built man wearing thick-framed glasses walked in with a polite smile, returning the wais from the two juniors who greeted him in unison. However, that pair of stern eyes softened with affection when they rested on the group's resident “rhino.”
“Did you have fun, Nông Plêrng, Khrap?”
“Well now, the three of us are standing here, and you're only asking one person? Don't we know each other? But it seems Andrea is already invisible,” the instigator couldn't resist stirring right in front of them, which made the listener scratch his cheek in embarrassment and quickly say with a pleasant smile,
“Please don't say that, Khrap. I was asking all three of you if you had fun.”
“He clearly said Âi'Plêrng's name just now, right, Phént, Ná?”
Phrae Phán nodded and laughed with her friend. Not being close enough to tease him herself, she turned to look at her little friend, whose cheeks seemed to be turning red, though she wasn't sure if it was because of the lights.
“Well, I (Kuu) am Phîi Sǐndhu's romantic partner, aren't I? If he doesn't ask me (Kuu), who will he ask?”
“Mhmm, romantic partners, Ná,” Andrea said suggestively, which made Práo Plêrng start to feel flustered. If Phîi Sǐndhu found out he was planning to trick him into sex and then dump him, it would be a total miss. So he grabbed the forearm with both hands and pulled gently.
He's just afraid of missing his chance, not really afraid that Phîi Sǐndhu would misunderstand.
“Well, Phîi Sǐndhu, I think we should go. It's very late already.”
“Yeah, 8:30 is so late at your (meung) place. Every other place, you (meung) don't go home until 2 AM.”
“Let's go, Phîi. Bye, you (meung) guys. See you at the university.”
Práo Plêrng didn't wait to be exposed further, because his two hands pulled with more force. Sǐndhu himself didn't ask for details, just smiled at the two juniors.
“Thank you for helping take care of Nông Plêrng for me, Khrap.”
The smile made Andrea and Phrae Phán freeze simultaneously, and they felt the same doubt arise.
He's a bit too good. Why does such a good man have to fall into Âi'Plêrng's trap, Wá? But it's good too, hopefully he will absorb some of that goodness.
Meanwhile, Plêrng felt his face flush hotly. He had never thought anyone would say such a sentence to him. Because even his parents or his beloved Aphrodite had never said anything like he was someone who needed to be taken care of to that extent. Even though in his heart he had once thought that sentences like these would probably make his hair stand on end, feeling terrible about being treated as property. But not with Phîi Sǐndhu.
Phîi Sǐndhu said it because he was concerned.
“Why did Phîi Sǐndhu thank them? I am the one who takes care of them.”
Once they were out of earshot, Plêrng couldn't help but ask. The large-built person raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at his hand, and seemed to hesitate about whether he should pull it away, but in the end, he let him keep holding it.
“I am taking care of you for when Nông Plêrng goes out and comes back at two in the morning.”
The little-one was stunned. He didn't think Phîi Sǐndhu would have noticed that so quickly. But more than anything else...
“And can Phîi Sǐndhu accept that Plêrng likes to go out?” A serious man with a promiscuous person like him?
“I don't mind. I am more concerned. So if you go out and come back late again, call me. I will come pick you up.” Phîi Sǐndhu gave him a warm smile, making the person who had never been taken care of like this before tremble slightly himself. His cheeks were extremely red, and he could only lower his eyes shyly.
“Or next time, if you want to go, I ask to go with you.”
Then he wouldn't be able to go picking up men. But still...
The thinker looked up at the sharp profile, and then this feeling arose. Bloody fucking whatever. If I can't, I can't. Let me get this person first, then we'll see.
“So what was Phîi Sǐndhu doing around here, Khrap? Don't tell me it was just to pick me up.” Práo Plêrng had said from the start that he was going to see a movie with friends. Phîi Sǐndhu scratched his cheek and nodded, admitting readily.
“I intended to pick you up. It so happened I saw Nông Plêrng's car parked at the condo, so I thought you might have trouble getting back.”
Wow, you (meung) take the title of outstanding romantic partner right away.
Plêrng secretly smiled, because he was that romantic partner.
“But it so happened I had some spare time, so I stopped by to run an errand as well,” the large-built person said, leading the way to the car. Plêrng didn't ask further what the errand was, just enthusiastically told him about the movie he had just seen, spoiling it completely, and even extended an invitation.
“Let's go see it again another time, Phîi Sǐndhu. It was really fun.”
“Sure. Which day would be good?”
“Any day is fine,” Plêrng said in a good mood, then reached to turn on the music.
“Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything yet?”
“I ate already, Phîi Sǐndhu. How about you?”
“I ate while waiting for you too. Then we'll head straight home, Ná.”
“Yes, Khrap.”
Strange. Yes, bloody fucking strange.
This is what the person sitting in the passenger seat told himself. Because right now, he was sitting still. His hands weren't poking, caressing, or arousing the other. They were just sitting together quietly, not talking about sex, not inviting each other to do that kind of thing. They were just chatting about the movie they liked all the way home. But why... did he feel like he was floating in the air?
Plêrng felt so good he couldn't describe it, and that feeling multiplied many times over when they arrived back at their rooms.
“Nông Plêrng, Khrap, I have something to give you.”
“Yes, Khrap?”
Plêrng was unlocking his door to go into his room but had to stop when the person who had brought him handed him something... a single key.
“I don't know if Nông Plêrng wants it or not. The errand I mentioned was this. This is the key to my room. I'm giving it to you, Ná.”
The little-one stared at the key, stunned. A certain feeling was assaulting his chest. It was as if his heart was being inflated until it was swollen, almost bursting. His slightly trembling hand reached out to take it and hold it.
He hated it when others invaded his personal space. Even Phîi Phai didn't have a key to his room. Therefore, the fact that Phîi Sǐndhu was willing to let him enter and exit his personal space anytime made Plêrng feel that this was a level of importance he had never received from anyone.
“I'm sorry that the first gift I give you is just a room key.”
“No, I am happy,” the little-one murmured.
He wasn't saying it just to make Phîi Sǐndhu happy; he really felt that way right now.
“Then Nông Plêrng, get some rest. I am going back to my room first, Ná.” Phîi Sǐndhu said this and then turned to walk towards the fire escape. It seemed neither of them used the elevator when visiting each other, because they were only one floor apart. But then the large-built person stopped walking and turned back.
“Did Phîi Sǐndhu forget something?” Plêrng asked, no longer expecting that kind of thing. Phîi Sǐndhu hesitated a little, then reached out to brush his hair away from his forehead. Then he did what made Práo Plêrng almost forget to breathe.
“I forgot to say good night, Khrap... Good night, Ná.”
Plêrng was left gaping, watching that man who didn't even dare to hold his hand, but instead bent down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, making Âi'Plêrng tremble. He wasn't trembling with the desire to pounce on him. It was as if he was kicked up into the sky by the warmth and loving gaze of this man.
Phîi Sǐndhu walked back with red ears, but...
Thump
The observer raised both hands to clutch his forehead tightly, his heart beating rapidly, and he floated into his spacious room.
He felt better than when he had done things with other people.
"A good man like Phîi Sǐndhu should be able to find someone better than you (meung)."
Suddenly, his friend's words echoed in his head, which made Plêrng clench the key in his hand tightly.
I (Kuu) must have this man.
Right now, he didn't care about any bloody fucking reason anymore. But Âi'Plêrng must have this man!
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