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Inside the brightly lit bathroom, two young men stand pressing their bodies close together, eyes meeting eyes. No one says anything more since Práo Plêrng suggested having sex together. However, one thing that has changed enough for the little one to perceive is the atmosphere... as if the scent of lust is wafting from the large frame.
It is intoxicating, it is alluring, it is arousing, until the two hands tighten their grip on the strong neck even more firmly. The two pairs of eyes still meet, and that makes Plêrng... almost forget to breathe.
The young man feels a wave of emotion building in his stomach, creating turmoil in his body, spreading heat down to the tips of his feet, then swirling up to the center of his body. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. His throat is parched. His heart beats strongly with excitement mixed with anticipation.
Phîi Sǐndhu looks as if he will tear his body apart and taste him to the bone.
Gasp!
Plêrng inhales a full lungful of air, and he catches the sweet, pungent, overwhelming scent that the other has been releasing since before he stepped into this room, until he inadvertently glances downward. And that makes him unable to resist licking his own lips. His eyes fixate unwaveringly on the part still under the other's palm. His breath hitches in intervals.
"Phîi Sǐndhu, Khrap~" the little one calls out in a trembling voice, gently reaching out to touch the large hand, intending to help release it from its torment.
"Get out."
No way.
"Let me help Phîi Sǐndhu... Ná." Plêrng insists.
For this, he will accept anyone calling him a rhino.
The thoughts of the person who buries his face into the neck he finds appealing to suck, using his lips to brush against the skin damp with sweat provocatively, paying no attention to the other's words at all, while stubbornly pressing his body close, so the large frame can perceive the rigid desire in his shorts.
Before, Plêrng intentionally rubs the part under his shorts against the large hand still gripping his large thing.
"I mean it, Ná." The voice of the younger person is both hoarse and trembling, full of emotion, which has repeatedly proven unbearable for the one who has heard it before. This is not even including the breath that he intentionally exhales onto his neck, the body confident of its own quality pressing close, all the things that Plêrng thinks should be enough to make his composure shatter.
Since the thing in his hand is this hard, even if he were a truly straight man, he would think the same thing, why endure?
He has done it and never had stomach issues. If they protect themselves well, it is a win-win for both.
The little one therefore rises on his toes a bit more, to whisper by his ear...
"Let's have sex."
Snap.
Slam!
Urk!
Suddenly, the large man who had been standing still all along grabs snap both of Práo Plêrng's wrists. And before the flirt can steady himself, his entire body is pushed hard against the bathroom wall, making a soft sound. He winces, quite hurt. But above all else, it is not surprise or pain, but the excitement that makes his heart almost leap out of his chest, especially when Phîi Sǐndhu yanks his arms up above his head!
"Plêrng!"
This time, there is no word for 'younger brother', but the owner of the name likes it even more than when Phîi Andrew called him Nông Plêrng.
It is so fierce it makes his hair stand on end!
Not only that, Plêrng is starting to like this face a bit more... when emotion overwhelms the other's monk-like composure.
The face, devoid of glasses, looks very savage. The eyes with their slightly drooping outer corners are fierce and gleaming. Sharp teeth bite together until the jawline tendons bulge, looking so repressed it makes one's heart tremble. All of this makes Plêrng himself almost moan out loud with satisfaction. He inadvertently arches his chest forward as if to make way for the other to tear his shirt off like before.
"What did Phîi say?!"
However, the deep voice that barks out loudly makes Plêrng flinch, not thinking this person would raise his voice at him. And yes, those eyes are indeed savagely wild in the way he likes, but they conceal a certain ferocity that says he cannot fight back. His small heart beats erratically. Sweat begins to soak his entire back.
"Say... what..."
He truly does not know anything anymore, because it is as if he is pinned in place by those eyes.
And that makes Phîi Sǐndhu growl again."Phîi said get out, Plêrng!"
Someone's voice like Âi'Plêrng's trembles with fear!
Yet, the person in question still insists on the same answer: no.
Thud.
And the person who says no is the one who ends up splash, because of the smile... ferocious.
Snap.
Urrghh!!!
Suddenly, Plêrng himself lets out a loud cry because the large hand releases his wrist and grabs him by the tip of his chin, tilting it up to make him lift his face, and squeezes it tightly. At the same moment, intensely hot lips press down onto his fresh-colored lips, so violently that he gets the metallic smell of blood from teeth clashing together. The thin flesh is crushed and ground without any mercy, as if saying Sǐndhu... has run out of patience.
Gasp! Hrrghh This time, the one who provoked is the one struggling to get away, because he needs air to breathe. However, the large man does not make it easy, because one hand still locks his chin, and the other hand holds his neck to prevent him from turning away. The warm mouth both grinds and sucks strongly until he feels the pain. Moreover, the scorching hot tip of the tongue pushes deep inside, forcing his own tongue to make contact. And then Sǐndhu sucks strongly on the soft tongue until the owner's knees shake.
It is not just his knees; his whole body is shaking now.
Urgh... Hah... Hah...
He lets out heavy breaths several times. Plêrng has to use the moment when the other pulls away to gulp air into his lungs. He feels the palm on his neck moving to his chest...
Whoosh
Eek! Urghh Once again, the little one moans loudly in his throat, his eyes wide open, because the other is not just caressing, but... pinching.
Those long fingertips are pinching his nipple, and even pulling hard, making his chest almost flinch at the hand's touch. He can feel the pain transforming into a frantic desire that spreads throughout his entire body. His uncooperative limbs feel like they are about to slump stubbornly to the floor, but Phîi Sǐndhu still does not stop. The mouth that once spoke politely to him now touches him greedily and voraciously. A thumb presses down hard on the sensitive nub on his chest until he must moan loudly.
His large, round eyes are now narrowed and dazed, glistening with clear droplets that he does not know if they come from pain or something else.
He feels like he is riding a sadistic version of a roller coaster.
"Ph...Phîi Sǐndhu..."
Slump.
The moment the other lets go, his whole body slumps slump down to sit on the floor, devoid of strength. His lips stammer out the other's name haltingly. His wet, glistening eyes look up at the face, and then he sees... a beast.
Zing!
Who would believe that the exceedingly polite young man would slam his palm against the wall next to Plêrng's head with a loud sound? His sharp face leans down until it almost touches his cheek, forcing him to look into the eyes of a bloodthirsty hunter. Then the deep, strong voice, laden with danger, whispers by his ear.
"Phîi warned you to get out."
Ná... scary.
Plêrng sobs in his throat. Clear tears stream from his eyes, while his mouth can still taste the metallic blood from his lips, broken from the forceful grinding. Moreover, the man in front of him...
Flick.
Gasp! Hrrghh
The little one closes his eyes tightly as the hot tongue licks his mouth, and even grinds heavily against the split in the middle of his lip until he feels the pain. Then the heat intensifies gathering on his face, because...
"Are you a psycho, Plêrng?"
The pair of sharp eyes press down to look at the part that should be weak because its owner is so scared he is trembling, but it... is erect, glistening with fluid, peeking out from the hem of his short shorts.
"N...No, it's not..."
Hmph!
The listener's body trembles even more when the other gives a mocking smile while his tall frame moves closer. He himself inadvertently shuffles backward, the effect of the provocative brat from a moment ago gone as if he were a different person. The sound of his panting grows louder as the large hand reaches out to touch his sensitive neck and then drags down to his white upper arm.
Snap.
"Phîi... Phîi Sǐndhu, wait a minute... wait..."
Suddenly, the body that had been sitting on the bathroom floor is yanked up to stand straight, making Plêrng quickly cry out in alarm. However, the large man does not consider any negotiation whatsoever, until the small frame almost floats with the force of the pull. His two shaking legs nearly stagger into each other, so he can only swallow a large gulp of saliva. Meanwhile, Phîi Sǐndhu takes only a few steps to exit the bathroom door, enters the bedroom, approaches the bed, and then...
Slam!
Plêrng is thrown down onto the middle of the bed without any mercy. His flushed face looks up, intending to meet the pair of sharp eyes in the darkness, until he sees only a faint glow.
Fear grips his heart as Phîi Sǐndhu says in a low voice, "Do not make Phîi warn you multiple times."
Slam!
Plêrng can only sit still, stunned, because the person who left the warning turns back towards the bathroom again and closes the door slam, leaving him alone in the bedroom with the intensely cold air conditioning. His watery eyes blink dazedly. Both hands rise to hug his own body, and then...
Plop.
"Scary."
The little one flops plop down to lie on the bed, completely strengthless, mumbling softly to himself. His eyes remain wide open from what just happened. His hand rises to touch his bruised, split lip gently, which is... curling upward.
Flush.
Suddenly, Plêrng himself gets up from the bed. He does not intend to go bother the person who just threw him out of the bathroom, but staggers towards the bedroom door. His hand fumbles for the room key placed there, then he scrambles and stumbles out of that room as quickly as possible, as fast as possible. And because the elevator is annoyingly slow, his weak legs quickly step down the emergency stairs. He almost trips over his own feet and falls when he reaches the front of his own room.
Plêrng unlocks the door with trembling hands, rushes into the bedroom, opens the drawer next to the bed to grab a bottle of lubricant and his favorite toy.
Whoosh.
It takes only three seconds. The nightshirt he is wearing falls off his body. His pants are kicked out of the way. Then both hands focus on coating the cute, colorful toy until it is soaked with the cool liquid.
Urghh
Then the small body drops down to lie spread out on the bed, both legs parting wide to make way for the object in his hand. Sharp teeth bite his lower lip tightly as the smooth tip rubs against the entrance. His round bottom tilts up a bit more. The other hand helps part it wider, until he feels grateful that the enema for cleaning and preparation is already done, because...
Whoosh.
Ahh... Haa, Urgh, Hrrghh...
Plêrng lets out a trembling moan, eyes shut tight, as he slowly pushes his favorite toy inside. He feels the thrilling sensation shooting through the narrow passage, stimulating the front part that has been wet since he was in the bathroom, then pushes deeper inside, rubbing against the soft, constricting inner walls almost maddeningly.
Hah, Hah, Ahh... Hhaa, Urghh...
When it is inserted to its full length, Plêrng turns on the vibration without hesitation. Then his teary eyes close tightly, savoring the intense mood created by himself.
No, created by someone else, but having to finish with his own hand.
But this is not the time to feel hurt or think too deeply, because Plêrng feels an overwhelming desire to release. The hand helping to make way moves up to the middle of his chest, pinching and playing with his soft nipples in the way he likes, which always makes him moan almost breathlessly. But it is still not enough.
"Harder, harder, Sì."
The speaker almost chokes on his own breath, urging by pulling on his soft nipples hard until he feels pain. But beyond the pain is the frantic desire accompanied by the image of a certain man just above him. Just thinking about what that man might be doing right now makes Plêrng part his lips, let out a moan, his chest arching up off the bed, his eyes widening.
Vrr vrr.
"Harder... harder again..."
The young man moves the hand holding the end of the toy to thrust it in deeper, harder, faster, trying to use the rhythm he has always enjoyed. But it is not equal to the feeling when someone else does it, and not equal to... the image in his imagination.
The image in Plêrng's head where he sees himself being sucked whole, then bitten hard until he has to beg for mercy, while that part continues to thrust deep into his body repeatedly, hammering at his sensitive spot until he thrashes on the bed. But that person does not stop, continues plunging in until the bed frame shakes creak crack, forcing him to spread his feet apart to allow the touch even closer access.
While the eyes looking directly at him are filled with emotion, the face he once thought he did not like is fierce and awe-inspiring, has power over him, commands him, controls him, punishes him.
The man who bites his nipples hard until he has to cry and sob, then licks as if to comfort, which makes him shiver thrillingly, easily sending him to heaven, but still does not stop easily. The other continues to plunge in, kneading him as if he is just a little rabbit.
Yes, harder, deeper inside, thrusting hard, along with a low groan.
That man who does not talk much in bed, but whenever he speaks, he will tremble all over.
Hah... Hah, Hah...
Plêrng's panting grows louder. Both hands continue to stir up the mood. His eyes remain shut tight, to see the image that makes his body almost explode into dust.
That person continues to thrust deep even when he says he cannot take it anymore.
The person who gives him a mocking smile, and whispers...
'Psycho.'
Splurt.
Cummmm!!!
Suddenly, pleasure explodes behind his eyelids, releasing the need fully onto his stomach. His body slumps slump down onto the soft bed, contrary to the feeling of soaring upward. The sound of panting echoes throughout the large room, mingling with the sound of the toy still vibrating as it falls onto the bed, lying still between his legs. Both eyes remain tightly closed, unlike the tears that flow down, smearing his cheeks.
Plêrng... comes violently just from playing with himself.
To this extent, this might even be the first time he has felt like he was thrown down from a height.
Hah, Hah... Phîi Sǐndhu.
The young man opens his eyes, looking through the veil of tears born from intense emotion towards the bedroom ceiling. His lips can only murmur in a faint, wispy voice.
Yes, the person who caused him to feel so many things is... Phîi Sǐndhu.
The man he once criticized as boring, but has now learned how much violence the other hides.
Plêrng never thought that just that kiss would make him have to flee downstairs to pleasure himself so utterly defeated like this.
"Phîi Sin~"
Once again, Práo Plêrng calls out for the person on the floor above with a sweet, dazed voice, his gaze distant.
***
"Âi'Plêrng."
"Âi'Plêrng, answer me."
"Earth calling Venus, Âi'Plêrng, do you copy? Over."
"Are you going to keep this up for long? Like this."
Whap.
"Ouch!"
Práo Plêrng lets his spoon fall from his hand, hitting the plate of rice he had only eaten a few bites of, causing rice scraps to scatter all over his lap, making him cry out loudly. His other hand holds the head that was slapped. He springs up to look at the source of that violence with irritation.
Even if he likes it rough in bed, it does not mean he likes anyone messing around. My hair is all messy.
"No need to glare at us. Andrea has called you three lifetimes now, and you just kept spacing out." Phént admits to being the slapping hand without a hint of guilt, speaking with a tired tone, which makes Plêrng rub his head petulantly and turn to look at his other close friend, who nods in confirmation.
"Yeah, I (Kuu) thought your spirit had flown to Venus. Spacing out so much."
"I (Kuu) wasn't spacing out."
The person who scooped rice and has been holding it mid-air for many minutes denies immediately, shaking his head saying he was not spacing out, until the two friends turn to look at each other.
"Just now you were doing this." Seeing his disbelief, Phént scoops up some rice, holds it in front of himself, and then... smiles sweetly.
Well, whether it's sweet or not is debatable, but Âi'Phént smiles widely, showing all his teeth, making his eyes sweet and dazed until it's creepy.
Meanwhile, Andrea is playing back the tape for him to see, because he was dancing around like a sparrow in front of Plêrng, waving his hands, then leaning in to whisper into his right ear, then his left ear, and Plêrng just kept smiling sweetly, looked at the spoon he was holding, and then laughed for no reason. He looks exactly like a crazy person, no mistake, until he has to point a finger at himself.
"Just now, I (Kuu) was doing this?"
"Yeah!"
At a time like this, they chime in together in perfect unison.
Plêrng makes a displeased face, brushes the rice off his student uniform pants, and returns to his seat, picking up his spoon to continue eating as if nothing happened. But not even a minute later...
"Âi'Plêrng!!!"
When his two friends call his name so loudly that almost the entire cafeteria turns to look, the owner of the name himself flinches, turning to bare his fangs at them.
"What is it with you guys!"
"Well, you have that dazed look in your eyes and your mouth is hanging open again." The half-Thai girl says, her voice mixed with laughter, while moving to sit beside him and poking his cheek until Plêrng makes a face.
"You make it sound like I (Kuu) am crazy."
"Well, almost, Wá. Seriously, what's up with you today? You've been sitting there with that dazed look since you arrived. If you went to sit with that face in Silom, you'd probably have been dragged away already." Phént comments while shaking his head, his hand grabbing the plate of rice that Andrea finished eating and stacking it on his own, preparing to take it away.
"Me (Kuu), with a dazed look?"
He didn't really feel it, huh. It's just... feeling content and satisfied a little bit.
"Here, or were you subdued by Phîi Sin?"
Gasp!
He didn't mean to flinch and look guilty at all, really, but it makes his two close friends widen their eyes, especially Andrea, who reaches out to shake his arm vigorously with excitement.
"So the day has come when I (Kuu) have finished you, Nông."
Plêrng, please be a bit more reserved, my friend." Phént says with a tired tone, making the pretty, cheerful girl laugh loudly, then turn her attention to the small friend sitting with a flushed face, looking adorable and endearing. Oh, but sometimes he is also slap-worthy, like right now when he is raising both hands to face level and gesturing about the size.
"I (Kuu) wasn't subdued by Phîi Sǐndhu, but I (Kuu) was subdued by this thing of Phîi Sǐndhu, you understand? It's this big! This big!"
"I (Kuu) am going to die!"
Phrae Phla is so embarrassed he raises his hands to hold his temples, not daring to look left or right for fear that others might hear their conversation. And once again, the person in question confirms that he does not want to know the details of the size that his friend likes, which makes the person gesturing the size turn to...
Pat.
"Nông Phént is so cuteeeee!"
Práo Plêrng and Andrea high-five each other with amusement, until the one person in the group who still has some shame left sighs heavily again.
"I (Kuu) am going to go clear the plates."
"Wait, wait! Won't you tell me (Kuu) first?"
"You heel!" The good-looking (or sometimes cute) guy turns to glare, and then Phént walks briskly away to clear the plates, refusing to listen to any more. Unlike his other close friend, who almost presses her breasts against his arm, blinking her eyes rapidly, indicating she is desperately curious. Tell me, quick!
The way Plêrng narrows his eyes, thinking suspiciously.
"And what about you, this time you're not calling I (Kuu) a rhino?"
Even though Andrea likes to make below-the-belt jokes to tease his other friend and him, actually, the young woman does not approve of him liking to play around so widely like this. She nags constantly that he should find a real one and settle down, and Plêrng himself insists on the same answer: no way, no, not interested, will stay single to be picked up for a one-night or two-night stand.
"It's a different case."
"How?"
"Well, this is Phîi Sǐndhu, you see. He's not some man from the mud puddle you just fell into." Plêrng frowns.
"Even if it's a mud puddle, it's mud from the Dead Sea, Wôoi! Not from the ditch near your house."
"My (Kuu) house is in Russia."
"Oh, isn't it Bang Khae or something, Wá?"
Andrea bares her fangs at him, before waving her hand around.
"Don't change the subject. Tell me, quick."
"So impatient, girl from Bang Khae."
Plêrng continues to mock without stopping, but upon seeing his friend's desperate curiosity, to the point of almost tearing his chest open, he finally relents and tells the story.
"Well, it's nothing really. I (Kuu) just... have a physical craving."
"Isn't it an emotional craving, Wá?" the young woman asks curiously.
Plêrng continues, amused, "Well, I (Kuu) only want the body, how could it be an emotional craving?"
"And Phîi Sǐndhu, he agreed? Wá?"
"Why would he not agree?"
"I (Kuu) am not that close with Phîi Sǐndhu, but Drew says Phîi Sǐndhu is a serious person.
He never plays around with anyone. Then to meet someone like you, I (Kuu) think he wouldn't play along." The young woman comments bluntly, not adding that 'not playing along' here means the older guy would probably be serious, but the listener understands it another way, that a man like that probably wouldn't take someone like him as a Mia, which isn't that surprising.
Plêrng himself also doesn't think he is suitable for someone like that.
Wait, why am I (Kuu) thinking about suitability? I just want to sleep with him.
"It's precisely because he won't play along that I (Kuu) am so frustrated here."
"With you being 'frustrated' like this, did Phîi Sǐndhu really get you to that state?"
"And why are you so excited, foreigner?"
"I (Kuu) was born in Thailand, in case you didn't know." The Bang Khae girl, who is now called a foreigner by her friend, scowls at him, but doesn't stop asking.
"So, you're saying you actually have an emotional craving for Phîi Sin?"
"That's why I (Kuu) am asking, why are you so excited?"
Andrea smiles smugly immediately, precisely because she has just seen her friend have symptoms like this, so she cannot help but root for him, hoping to see the day the dream comes true... the day Âi'Plêrng stops being a rhino.
Even though she is half-convinced, half-doubtful that someone like Phîi Sǐndhu could definitely subdue her friend, it is still something to root for, isn't it? They say people with opposite personalities often attract each other. And someone like Phîi Sǐndhu would probably make Âi'Plêrng agree to stay within the bounds of good morals a bit. And if he can do that, she would cheer and shout for joy. These days, she worries he will die when he likes to sneak off to have fun alone.
"Be careful. It might not be just your body that gets taken by Phîi Sǐndhu."
"He didn't take me; he just wrestled with me (Kuu)."
"But you consented to let him wrestle with you."
Plêrng falls silent, because it is true... he did consent to be wrestled, really.
The pretty girl's manner makes her lean in closer and says teasingly.
"Be careful, your heart might consent to him too."
Pfft, "No way. A boring man like that? I (Kuu) think a person like that could never make my (Kuu) heart flutterrr."
Except when he makes a savage face and throws me (Kuu) on the bed, though.
Plêrng thinks with confidence, in a way that makes the onlooker feel annoyed.
"Hey, Âi'Plêrng, Andrea!"
Just then, the person who went to clear the plates comes running back to the table calling them, making them turn. And they find him making an excited face.
"What is it, Wá?"
"Over there! You guys look over there!"
Plêrng turns to look where his friend is pointing, and he is not the only one; it seems half the cafeteria is looking in the same direction. There is no need to squint or have anyone point it out; the thing that is the focus of everyone's attention is prominent enough to make both his eyes widen.
A young man who comes with a large bouquet of lilies.
A young man who is already tall and imposing.
A young man wearing familiar framed glasses.
A young man who is walking straight towards Plêrng with determination.
That young man who is handing over flowers that are worlds apart from Plêrng's own character.
"Phîi Sǐndhu."
Yes, that young man is none other than the young law student, Nai Sǐndhu.
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