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Has he ever learned his lesson... ever?
At this moment, the handsome young businessman nicknamed "The Smiling Tiger"—Tinn Metthanun—is about to transform into a snarling tiger. His usual composure and depth are nearly obliterated when, upon unlocking his phone screen and opening an application, the image of his troublesome romantic partner appears on the screen alongside... another woman.
Today, I had the chance to meet Nong Khaen (my personal trainer).
So, I thought I'd drag him along to have a meal together.
Oh, dining with young men is so invigorating, isn't it?
No, Tinn is not angry that his troublesome romantic partner went out to eat with an older woman, nor that she posted the picture on social media and even tagged Khaen. What he is furious about—extremely furious—is how a simple client interaction on LINE escalated to allowing the client into a private space like Facebook.
For Tinn, Facebook is highly personal. He dislikes nosy people. Moreover, being a Metthanun, he cannot openly declare his relationship with Khaen on that platform.
It is not that he does not want the world to know, but his professional responsibilities are fraught with narrow-minded individuals. Keeping it private is better than fixing problems later. Khaen understands this too and has never complained.
On the other hand... perhaps Khaen does not think much about it either?
The thought makes the young man clench his teeth, suppressing his anger. He knows that even if Khaen goes out for meals or casually chats with others, Khaen would never care for or love anyone the way he feels about him. Right now though, Tinn is growing tired of being the only one frustrated about these issues. Every time Khaen notices his irritation, Khaen apologizes, asks for reconciliation, and he relents.
Sometimes, this cycle was simply too exasperating.
What could he do to make Khaen realize how much he dislikes what Khaen is doing?
The tall figure lightly taps his fingers on the desk as he contemplates a way to make his troublesome romantic partner consider his feelings for once.
"I guess I'll have to stop being so kind to him for a while." Tinn mutters to himself before the tall man in a fully tailored suit stood up and headed to a certain place to ask someone for permission.
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"Khaen..."
"Wait, let me reply to this LINE message first."
"Khaen..."
"What is it now? Hold on, just a bit more."
"Khaen-ta-lup!" Tinn pushes.
"Call me whatever you want. I'm not responding to you anymore." Khaen replies.
The response makes the man who seemingly has everything widen his eyes. He looks at the person seated at the edge of the bed, typing furiously on their phone. Unable to tolerate it further, he moves to sit behind Khaen, wrapping his arms around Khaen's waist. However, instead of realizing this was a sign of dwindling patience, Khaen leans back comfortably against his warm chest, eyes still fixed on the screen.
"Stop replying already. You're here with me, Khaen."
"Just a little longer, okay? Go ahead and sulk; I'll make it up to you later. Let me finish arranging this client meeting first," comes the reply that makes Tinn feel the blood vessels in his head pulse. He stares at the person he finds so endearing, though at this moment, they are utterly frustrating. With a long sigh, he exhaled his exasperation.
Today is a rare mutual day off. Khaen's schedule often didn't align with others, so Tinn has agreed to come over for dinner, knowing it has been a while since he has shown his face to Khaen's parents.
They had come out to Khaen's family during their third year in university. Initially, the family had been shocked, with Khaen's mother nearly fainting. Luckily, Lemon had been instrumental in persuading and comforting them throughout the ordeal.
Over the next three years, their relationship proved genuine, and Khaen's parents eventually accepted the reality that their eldest son would not be providing grandchildren.
"Why worry about it, Mama? I think it's for the best. With P'Khaen's personality, if he had a Mia, she'd leave him anyway. Having a Phua to take care of him is much better. Don't burden the next generation."
Thinking about Lemon's words always brings a laugh to Tinn. Especially recalling Khaen's reaction—when he should have been red-faced with indignation—he had instead nodded earnestly and even added for his mother:
"Exactly, Mama. Otherwise, women would think your son's an idiot. That Tinn tolerates my quirks means you should be thanking the heavens for sending him to us. Oh, and one more thing, Mama—you don't have to worry about me starving. I found you a filthy rich son-in-law!"
Remembering this makes Tinn smile and laugh, but... He is starting to lose patience with Khaen's obliviousness to his surroundings.
Grab.
You're with me. What's so important about your phone?
Thus, Tinn grabs the mobile phone (the new one he just bought for Khaen as a New Year's gift by cleverly persuading him) and holds it himself. Khaen immediately turns sharply to follow the movement with his eyes, then starts complaining softly.
"Hey, that's my phone."
"But it's under my name."
"Exactly! You bought it for me, so why register it in your name?"
How can I explain that it is for situations like this? "We're a couple—whose name is on it doesn't matter."
"Right! If it doesn't matter, then give it back. I need to reply to a customer; they're waiting." Khaen-ta-lup retorts instantly, making the listener narrow his eyes slightly, wondering why Khaen is so quick-witted about such matters but doesn't seem to care much about emotional ones. Tinn raises the phone above his head.
"And I'm not waiting for you?"
"Come on! What's the big deal? I'm just replying to a customer. Don't sulk over something so ridiculous."
The single-lidded-eyed man, who should have realized he needed to play along by now, still speaks in defiance, prompting the listener to adopt a serious expression. Tinn glares, tucking the phone behind him while fixing his gaze on the equally feisty Khaen.
"You think others are more important than me?"
"No way, Ai'Tinn! Come on, don't be ridiculous. Please, just give it back."
The man with single-lidded eyes softens his voice, which would normally make the listener relent. However, his gaze, focused only on the phone, causes Tinn's thick brows to knit even tighter. Especially at that word... ridiculous.
Who's the ridiculous one here?
Grab.
"Hey!" At that moment, the former football player seizes his chance, lunging to reclaim the phone. However, Tinn quickly dodges, causing the pale figure to dive onto the bed instead. And, of course, Khun-chai wasn't about to let the opportunity to pin him down pass by.
"Know this—I'm angry," Tinn's deep voice sounded from above, prompting Khaen to lift his head to meet his gaze. Yet, after being in a relationship for four or five years, Khaen wasn't the least bit intimidated. Instead, he flashes a wide grin and reaches out with both hands to cup Tinn's cheeks gently, stroking lightly as if to soothe his anger.
Tinn isn't fooled though.
Khaen isn't apologizing—he is treating Tinn like a pet Gucci instead.
"Stop stroking me. I'm not a dog," Tinn says coldly, making Khaen burst into laughter.
Still, Khaen stops stroking and instead clasps his hands around Tinn's neck, pulling him closer.
"How about this then…"
Grab.
Soft, warm lips lightly touch Tinn's straight-set ones before pulling away.
"You like that, don't you?" Khaen teases, making Tinn sigh.
"That's nowhere near enough," Tinn replies, leaning in with the intention of claiming the beautifully tinted lips in a proper kiss, thinking Khaen will surely realize by now that he needs to appease him. However…
Snatch.
"Got it! Ha!" Khaen exclaims.
The Pheuak Monkey is as quick as expected from a monkey, reaching out to grab the phone at the moment Tinn is distracted. It then rolls away to stand beside the bed, still grinning like someone superior, which used to be cute but now just makes one want to punish him thoroughly.
"I'll continue later, you." Then Khaen walks to the office chair, lowers his head, and taps on his phone, leaving the person frustrated and scowling. The tall figure in casual clothes immediately gets off of the bed, turning to grab the phone and car keys. After that...
"Partners!"
Khaen only realizes when the door to the room closes, causing him to look up and find that his beloved partner has already left the room. However, the naive one thinks he must have gone downstairs to drink water. So, he keeps tapping away until...
Bang.
Briinnnnnn.
"Damn it!"
Khaen jerks up immediately when he hears the sound of the sports car speeding away from the front of the house, rushing to the window. All he sees is the rear of the luxurious car as it speeds off, leaving him with no choice but to shout, "Ai Tinn! Ai Tinn, damn it! Where are you going?"
The shouting makes his younger sister, who was reading a book to prepare for exams, peek her head out to see.
"What's going on with you, P'Khaen?"
"Ai Le! Ai Tinn!" Khaen turns to ask his sister loudly, making Lemon smile sweetly.
"He's gone back already."
"Damn!" Khaen doesn't know how many times he has exclaimed already. He can only stare with wide eyes at his sister, who emphasizes it playfully.
"Serves you right!"
"Ai Leee! Ai Tinn is mad at me again! He's definitely mad at me again! How do I apologize now?" The young man says, hoping for some help, but his beloved sister responds with...
"I don't know, don't care. I'll side with P'Tinn. I really don't understand. How could someone as perfect as P' Tinn settle for someone like you? He brought flowers, but you forgot them in the kitchen until they wilted. He invited you to a movie, but you forgot the appointment. Every time he tries to be romantic, you ruin it. I don't know, you'll have to fix it yourself. This sister sides with the seme!" Lemon flashes another sweet smile before walking back to her room, leaving Khaen, who has no advisor, feeling dejected.
"I might be crazy, but I love him more than anyone else. Where did I go wrong in him choosing me?" Khaen always tells himself this. The love he has for that bloody damn dog-mouth Khun-chai... no one can beat it. However, sometimes Khaen should realize that love... has to be shown.
"It's fine. He'll show up tomorrow. Ai'Tinn doesn't stay mad for long."
In the end, Khaen comforts himself, but at least he sends a text to apologize first.
~~~
Three days now. Three days!
Khaen mutters to himself as he stares at his phone screen without looking away. However, it remains silent for several days now. Furthermore, there is no sign of that person, who usually shows up every morning. Over the year they have both worked, Tinn has only disappeared when traveling out of town or abroad.
But he has always said something before he has left.
"Probably working hard. Yeah, definitely working hard," Khaen reassures himself, but still tries calling, only to find... no answer.
"Probably in a meeting," Khaen, starting to imagine like his sister, tells himself in his mind.
Recently, his popularity has been increasing, so work-related matters are causing him to think less.
It must be because of work, definitely because of work!
A week passes.
"Are you okay, Nong Khaen? You look pale today."
"Oh, I'm fine, Phii," he replies, lowering his head and shaking it in denial.
How can I explain that I can't eat?
"Hey, P'Khaen, are you okay? You look like you haven’t had enough sleep."
"I watched a movie late last night," he responds, feeling even more deflated because he can’t admit he can’t sleep.
A colleague asks, and Khaen, now struggling with his imagination and on the verge of losing his sanity, snaps at them.
"What’s wrong, Khaen? By the way, I haven’t seen that handsome guy around lately. Did you break up?"
"Ugh! It’s not like that! Don’t jinx me, Phii!"
Khaen can’t keep his mood up, and he doesn’t run around the gym like he usually does. Hearing the word... break up... makes his chest tighten.
"What’s wrong then?"
"I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, my heart is restless, my stomach feels off, I’m irritable, uneasy, the sky is dark and gloomy, everything feels boring, my phone is just in the way, the dog’s barking makes me want to kick it, my sister is complaining to the point I want to shut her up, Mom’s cooking is terrible, Dad keeps planting trees..."
Khaen begins ranting uncontrollably, with no one able to do anything but make strange faces before walking away, leaving him with his bizarre thoughts as he pouts.
The reason for everything he says is clear: his husband is gone.
"Bloody hell, I can’t take it anymore!" In the end, Khaen mutters to himself in a heavy voice.
Since today is free, the Pheuak Monkey quickly takes time off and rushes to the place where he thinks he might find his missing husband... Metthanun Mansion.
"Oh, Tinn didn’t tell you he has to go work in Australia for three months?"
"Huh? Three months? Uncle, you’re joking with me!"
After rushing to the large mansion, where everyone knows his relationship with the second Khun-chai, Khaen is shocked to learn the truth when his lover’s father answers his question with surprise that he doesn’t know about it. Of course, Khaen, the Khaen-ta-lup, is furious.
"When will you call me ‘Father’? Never mind... didn’t Tinn tell you last week that he has to work there?"
"No..."
Wait... is that the day I ignore him? No wonder. He probably wants to tell me something important, but I’m too stupid to listen. It’s no surprise he’s mad at me.
Sigh.
"Ah, Ai'Khaen, feather-headed fool, fool, fool!" Khaen squats down, rubbing his head heavily, his face looking like he’s about to cry, fully realizing his mistake upon learning the truth.
Three months, three months! Just not seeing his face for three days, and I’m already about to interrogate him. How can I survive three months like this?
The thought of Tinn only makes him pout more.
"Khaen, Father has something to tell you..."
"Wait a second, let me complain first. Oh, Ai'Khaen, Ai'Khaen, you should know already that when Tinn is sulking, you have to always apologize. When will you realize that, huh? And stop leaving him waiting! When will I stop being the one who ruins the romance? I feel so sorry for my romantic partner, bloody damn it..." Khaen rambles on before looking up at Tinn’s father.
"And when does Tinn leave?" I need to hurry and apologize.
The question makes Tinn’s father look at him with pity, then sigh deeply.
"That’s what I’m trying to tell you... Tinn leaves today. In just a few hours, his flight departs. He probably left straight from the office."
"Bloody damn!!!" Khaen shouts loudly, his eyes wide in shock, as if he doesn’t need any plastic surgery.
His hands tremble, and his heart drops into a black hole as the other person emphasizes again.
"Tinn leaves today."
Ohhh, I want to die!
That’s the only thought in Khaen’s mind at that moment.
"Ai Tinn, pick up the phone! Pick up! Pick up!"
After lamenting to his heart’s content, Khaen gathers his composure and rushes to Suvarnabhumi Airport. Throughout the journey, he continuously presses his phone, dialing his romantic partner, but it is turned off. When he calls the office, Tinn’s secretary informs him that Tinn has already left the company. Now, he feels anxious and worried, and above all else... afraid.
Khaen is scared beyond words.
If they are apart for three months without understanding each other, he is terribly afraid things won’t be the same when Tinn returns.
"Ai Tinn, pick up the phone, please, pick up!"
What Khaen does now is pray that Tinn picks up his call at last.
"The number cannot be reached at this time…"
"I hate that voice!" Khaen curses, rushing straight to the screen displaying all the airlines, because he already knows Tinn’s flight.
Once he finds the check-in counter, he uses his old footballer skills to dash straight to that point. His eyes frantically search for the tall, prominent figure, but... nothing.
"Where the hell are you? Where are you?" Khaen mutters anxiously, continuing to look around, but there’s no sign of Tinn.
He keeps trying to call, even though all he hears is the voice of the woman he hates most. Still, he hopes... hopes that he will make it in time.
The check-in counter has only been open for half an hour. He has to make it in time!
However, even after an hour passes, and the counter is about to close, there is still no sign of Tinn. The person holding onto hope feels like crying, lamenting his own stupidity for not taking care of the one he loves.
Sigh.
Khaen slumps onto one of the chairs, lifting one hand to cover his face, disregarding anyone around him, and mutters,
"Sorry, Ai Tinn, I’m sorry. Don’t go like this... I can’t handle three months, I can’t handle it..." His voice trembles more with each word, until... tears begin to fall.
The first tear is followed by the second, third, and fourth in a flood, like a broken dam. His shoulders tremble, shaking with sobs, until the person sitting next to him glances over in surprise and quickly gets up to leave. Khaen doesn’t care, letting out his grief in loud, unrestrained sobs.
"If he were standing right in front of me, I swear I would give my partner more time."
"If he were here, I would stop texting while I’m with him."
"If he were here... I would do anything."
"Are you serious?"
As tears stain his hands, a voice cuts through his thoughts. Khaen looks up in surprise to see... Tinn, staring at him with a serious expression.
Grab.
"Ai Tinn, Ai Tinn, I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry, really. Please don’t be mad at me. Please don’t be mad at me." Khaen immediately grabs the hem of Tinn’s suit jacket, stuttering, his voice trembling with desperation. His tear-streaked face looks a mess, prompting Tinn to ask,
"Do you promise to give me more time?"
"P-Promise." Khaen nods quickly.
"Promise me you’ll stop using LINE all the time."
"Promise! I promise!"
"Promise you’ll do anything."
Hug.
"Mm!" Khaen nods vigorously, almost causing his head to fall off, still clutching Tinn’s shirt. Tinn smiles at his response.
"Good. Then we’ll go to Australia together."
"Huh!!!"
Like someone turning off a faucet, Khaen’s tears stop flowing immediately. He shouts loudly, staring at Tinn in utter confusion. "Wha... what do you mean?"
Tinn looks back at him, locking eyes with an amused glint in his sharp gaze.
"It means you and I... will go on a one-week vacation to Australia."
"B-but, but, but..."
"No buts. You said you’d do anything, so don’t argue."
"But... what about work..." Khaen stammers, his voice shaking.
Tinn’s lips curve into a small smile. "Work can wait until we return to Thailand. Go relax with your partner first."
"You’re lying to me!!!!"
Khaen shouts, pointing at Tinn, who looks back at him with a serious expression.
"But I’m really mad at you."
"Eh?"
Khaen immediately slumps, lowering his head.
"Sorry."
"It’s good that you know you’re wrong. Do you understand now how I felt when you ignored me? How did you feel knowing I wouldn’t be with you for three months?"
"My heart dropped."
"And?"
"Sorry."
"Then..." Tinn turns to look at him, his voice soft as he reaches out to grab Khaen's arm.
"Don’t go too far away from me, Ai Tinn."
That’s enough to make Tinn smile. The hand that has been carrying him now gently wipes his tear-streaked face.
"I’m not going anywhere. Do you think I could live without you?"
Khaen immediately smiles back—a smile Tinn always finds both adorable and captivating. He knows Khaen isn’t angry about being fooled.
Khaen values that Tinn is still here more than the trick that was played on him. That’s the good thing about this honest guy.
"So, does that mean your father helped you?"
"Yes."
"Wow, both the father and the son are so cruel, but I forgive you because I’m happy you haven’t gone far from me."
This is what makes Tinn love Khaen with all his heart.
"By the way, what about my work?"
"I’ll have someone take care of it."
Others might be annoyed at being dragged along like this, but Khaen laughs and wipes his tear-streaked face on Tinn’s shirt.
"Okay, I believe you can handle it. Oh, one more thing..." Khaen suddenly remembers and turns to look at the person beside him.
"How do you know what I’m thinking?" Khaen asks, and Tinn smiles as he bends down to hand Khaen the passport and boarding pass.
"You said it all yourself."
"What!" Khaen exclaims in surprise, his eyes wide, just realizing that he has been mumbling his thoughts out loud. But for someone like Khaen-ta-lup... embarrassment lasts only two minutes, and that’s enough.
"Eh, never mind. There are only foreigners here; they won’t understand me. However, how do I have an Australian visa?" Khaen waves his passport in the air, making Tinn look at him with a frown, as if it’s the stupidest question ever, before replying.
"Don’t you know what your husband’s name is?"
That’s when Khaen bursts out laughing, nodding his head in embarrassment.
Right, how could I forget that my Phua’s name is Metthanun? Asking for a visa is no problem for him.
"Then don’t forget that you promised to do anything."
"Yes, yes! I won’t forget. I will do anything!" The adorable person smiles brightly, saying it with all his heart because not only will his partner not be away for three months, but now they’re also going to travel together, just the two of them.
Turn off the phone, turn off LINE. For now, I just want to spend time with my beloved.
~~~
"Ai'Tinn, I want to go out and do stuff!"
"Ouch, it hurts that you say that, Khaen."
At this moment, the two young men had already flown across the sky to the capital of Australia. However, since checking in at the hotel yesterday, Khun Kirakorn had yet to step out into the sunlight of Sydney because...
"Sorry, it's your fault."
"You promised, yourself, that you would do anything."
"I did, I did... but how many times already?" Khaen responds with a gruff voice, still... gripping tightly around the large shaft in front of him, making Tinn laugh.
Huff.
"The mouth says that, but you feel it too, right?" Tinn teases.
The businessman says that while standing positioned with his foot reaching toward the groin of the young trainer who is in front of him on his knees. Tinn uses his toes to lightly rub Khaen's sensitive area. This makes Khaen-ta-lup jump in surprise, and the hand gripping the hem of his lover's pants tightens.
“Hey, don't rub it... Siiit... You, Ai'Tinn, stop... Ah...”
"Are you really going to go out in this state?" Tinn asks.
"Well, I have been repressed. I haven't done anything for a whole week." Khaen grumbles in reply immediately.
This causes the listener to extend a hand to brush Khaen's hair and bend down to offer a smile full of desire, no different from his own.
"I, myself, also desire you, Khaen."
The answer makes the listener raise their head to look, meeting with serious eyes, until both hands return to grasp the large member that moments ago he had just used his mouth on once again, He moves to slide and pull with his hands to arouse the other person’s passion. The lips that had been complaining smile back.
"Answer correctly, then I will do it for you."
Upon finishing the words, the bright-colored tip of Khaen's tongue licks Tinn's shaft, making him tense up as his sharp eyes lower to gaze at the person kneeling, at the moment when Khaen uses his lips to pamper Tinn, a weakness he always succumbs to.
Slurp.
"Mmmm..."
Always defeated by someone who is willing to do this.
Then now, Khaen's warm lips trace a kiss along the length, while sending his tongue to lick from the base to the tip, gently nibbling at the red tip, before opening his mouth to receive the intense heat inside. He begins sucking hard, causing Tinn to growl in his throat. His large hand moves into place on the other's round head.
Kiss; slurp.
The more Tinn tenses up, the harder Khaen sucks. Satisfied with making his lover pleased with the taste of love, the mouth that just a few years ago never imagined doing something like this, now handles it skillfully—biting, licking, and sucking, fully knowing exactly what to do.
At the same time, Khaen's hand reaches down to pull his own pants back down to his hips, looking up at the person whose breath is becoming heavier.
"Hmm... good, Khaen." Tinn gets out.
Kiss... kiss…
The more compliments Khaen receives, the more he puckers his lips. When he moves in and out quickly, he also alternates with spinning his lips around. He is satisfied seeing Tinn's abdomen tense up to the point of forming a ball, even though he himself is also about to reach his limit.
I don't know why, but whenever I see this coldly-aloof Ai'Khun-chai also turned on, I get turned on too.
"Ai'Tinn, should I lick until you finish?" Khaen asks in a hoarse voice, looking up, making the person listening, who is leaning their hips against the window of the room, smile.
"May I release onto your face or not?"
Grab.
"Can I put it in my mouth? I'm too lazy to wash my face," Khaen replies seriously, causing the person who was only teasing him to smile even wider.
"It is better like this," Tinn grabs his lover's arm and pulls him toward the large bed. Tinn lies down first and then pulls Khaen up to straddle him but with Khaen's face turned toward the foot of the bed.
This makes the young trainer eagerly follow suit. This position is really cool.
"Ah, huh... Ai'Tinn, don't yet, I am still..." Huff "This place is still wide open. You can go in now."
Tinn chooses to tease into the narrow path that is still relaxed because just an hour ago they had sex, until his long fingers slide all the way in, still playing by stimulating intensely until Khaen's face turns brightest red.
"Ma... you, ah... hey, ya... I’m getting aroused, you bloody fucking cur!" Khaen exclaims as soon as he turns his back to his lover.
Khaen rests his face against Tinn's thigh and then arches his hips toward.
"Ah… Tinn, ha…"
Khaen groans low when his lover uses both his hands and mouth on him. He has to grab Tinn's shaft and move it hard with his hands, while also using his tongue. The sound of sucking and pulling skin begins to echo throughout the wide room. His breath becomes even more rapid as both parties feed their lover's desire as much as they can.
Huff
"Mm... Ugh... Huh..." Tinn receives the central part of Khaen's body into his lips, as he had been doing for many years, while using his fingers to play with the warm, hot channel of Khaen's backside. The person on top of him jolts slightly, yet Khaen's soft lips continue to perform their task excellently.
The sound of sucking skin blends with the moaning sounds from their throats. Both of their toes dig into the bed as waves of lust begin crashing in.
The skin of their bodies begins to moisten with drops of sweat as the two sped up their mouths.
"Pant… Gasp... Ha..."
This time, the breath becomes heavier than before, allowing the hips to move toward the warmth. Meanwhile, the room is filled only with intense heat and an atmosphere full of desire, urging both individuals to climb toward blissful joy.
Grab.
Then, Tinn is the one to hold his lover back and make him turn around. He pushes until the young trainer's back is pressed against the soft bed, then follows closely, turning so they are face to face and pressing his lower body firmly against Khaen's. His hot lips met his, pressing against the soft mouth, and he thrusts his tongue inside passionately.
Khaen, in turn, uses one hand to grab Tinn's neck, responding to the passionate kiss by sending his tongue to entwine, making a sound that echoes throughout the room.
"Hah... Ai Tinn, more... Ah... I feel so damn good."
Tinn himself responds with a hoarse voice. "Same... good... Hah..."
His large hands help pull and slide the shafts that are rubbing together, making them move toward each other with greater force. Meanwhile, Khaen uses his hands to make the heads rub against each other as much as possible, before taking the lead in pressing another kiss.
"Ha… Kissing you will make me cum..."
Khaen pulls away until the saliva connecting them becomes visible, still accompanied by gasps, before closing his eyes tightly. When the end of pleasure is just within reach, all he can do is bury his face in the other person's shoulder, tensing his body to receive, as Tinn himself urges on with increasingly forceful palms.
"Ah... ah... ha..."
Gush.
Kirakorn is the one to cum first, while Tinn continues to move his hand.
Turn over.
"Gasp... You can put it on my face, you know."
Then, Khaen pushes Tinn down and climbs down between Tinn's legs again. He once more opens his mouth to receive the hot part inside, sucking and nibbling hard.
It is the previous words though that make Tinn feel... that he is about to finish.
"Khaen, wait... ik... ha... Pant."
Stroke.
At the moment when his lover tenses up, indicating that they are about to release, Khaen is the one to quickly pull away, using his hand to stroke instead, until…
Gush.
The liquid from the ejaculation flows out, dirtying the pale face in such a way that even Tinn can't help but be shocked.
"I like you releasing it on my face, but you don’t tell me, Ai’Tinn."
Flick.
Seeing the Pheuak Monkey using his tongue to lick around his mouth with satisfaction and the face smeared with cloudy fluid causes Tinn to extend his hand to wipe the face clean, then pull his romantic partner into a tight embrace.
"I am not a sexual deviant to that extent."
"But..." Khaen laughs softly, whispering to the sexually deviant person.
"But with you, even if I'm called sexually deviant, I will accept it."
After saying that, the warm embrace tightens, and Khaen hugs back.
I'm not saying anything about it being released on my face like this, because if he's satisfied, then it's okay. Even though it feels incredibly erotic.
~~~
"Let’s go out," suddenly Tinn says, causing the one who has been persistently wanting to go out since arrival to look up and meet his lover's sharp eyes, which show a slight trace of guilt.
"I’m sorry for doing this," the large hand wipes Khaen's cheek in a way that makes Khaen's eyes widen.
"Go out! Okay, I’ll go take a shower and get dressed then," the listener says excitedly, standing up immediately, thinking that his troublesome partner will only do this. But before running off to the bathroom, he turns around and seriously says...
"Tonight, you can let it slide, but tomorrow, take me to eat something delicious, okay? I’ve been stressed about you for so long, I’ve lost weight!" Once he says that he disappears into the bathroom, leaving Tinn frozen in place.
This is allowing me to do anything in exchange for food, huh... Well, it's fitting for him.
However, what Tinn himself is unaware of is that during the time he pretended to disappear, there was a person who couldn't eat and couldn't sleep, to the point of losing weight. Therefore, the part where Khaen says to take him out for a meal in exchange for anything is partly because Khaen wants to please his coldly aloof partner, and partly... to regain the weight before returning to Thailand.
Damn, that guy telling people we broke up! I'll let them know that we didn't break up, damn it. Moreover, I'll come back in a way that makes it known that my romantic partner takes care of me really well, for sure!
Actually, Khaen-ta-lup might be the most annoying person.
NEXT Special Chapter 4 - Even Though He's a Busybody, He's My Best Friend
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