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"Phii Khaen, do you know what day it is in three days?"
"Wait a minute. Today is Tuesday. Three days from now... Friday. I’m definitely right."
"Ai'Phii you idiot!!!"
For Kirakorn, who just returned home an hour ago, quickly devoured his dinner in less than ten minutes, and dragged his exhausted body to the shower, his younger sister’s question about what day it will be in three days is already a mental struggle. Even so though… he gets insulted with her spit flying onto his face.
"Hey, today is Tuesday. Three days from now is Friday. Have you studied medicine so much that you’ve gone crazy?" Khaen shouts back at his younger sister.
The former pigtail-wearing girl, who is now sporting a short bob, glares back at him in a way that, if she could, would flick his forehead.
"Even if I am crazy, I still have more brains than you, Phii Khaen."
"Hey, you’re just looking for a fight, Ai Le. Don’t even start. I’m tired from the trip home. Let me sleep, alright? Go read your books." The young trainer speaks as he pushes his sister away, then sprawls out on the bed.
However, instead of sleeping as he says, he grabs a comic book to unwind, making the observer frown deeply.
"Seriously, when you were born, did Father and Mother give you a brain too?"
"Hey, that’s too harsh, Ai Le... If you have a problem, just say it plainly. Don’t make me think too much. I’m dim-witted, alright?" Khaen lowers his hands, shamelessly admitting that he can’t keep up with her thoughts.
Lemon plops down on the bed, snatches the comic book from his hands, and asks again in an annoyed voice.
"Phii Khaen... What day is it in three days?"
"Friday."
"If you say Friday again, I’m tearing this apart," Lemon threatens in a chilling tone, gripping Khaen's book as if ready to rip its spine apart.
Khaen's eyes widen as he struggles to think carefully, but Friday is Friday—there’s no changing that. His blank, dazed expression makes the one asking sigh deeply.
There’s no point in asking again. Khaen won’t figure it out anyway.
So, the young woman gives him the answer.
"It’s your romantic partner’s birthday."
Gasp!
At that moment, the man lying comfortably with his legs swinging nearly launches himself forward, scrambling for his phone to check the calendar. And there it is—the brutal truth.
"Damn it!!! My life is ruined!!!" Khaen shouts at the top of his lungs, gripping his head with both hands, wailing loudly enough to make his younger sister let out another long sigh.
"Knew it."
Grab.
"Ai Lemon! Ai Lemonnn!!! You have to help me! You have to!" In desperation, the small-brained older brother seizes both of Lemon's shoulders, shaking her so hard that Lemon’s head wobbles back and forth.
"Ow! Stop shaking me! If I become an idiot like you, we’re both doomed!" Lemon jerks her shoulders free, her eyes gleaming as she glares at him.
And then… She begins to lecture.
"I truly do not understand what Phii Tinn sees in you, Phii Khaen. Seriously, are you expecting your younger sibling to remind you about your romantic partner’s birthday until the day you die? What have you ever done for Phii Tinn? All I ever see is Phii Tinn doing things for you! And now, now, now! You should at least try to remember your romantic partner’s birthday! If you can’t, then set a reminder on your phone so you won’t be a burden to your younger sibling!"
Throughout Lemon’s rant, the listener can only offer a dry smile, lower his head, and obediently listen to his younger sibling’s words.
"The more I think about it, the more I feel indignant on Phii Tinn’s behalf! On your birthday, Phii Tinn not only took you to a luxurious dinner but also bought you an incredibly expensive gift and gave you a huge bouquet of flowers. Even though you left them in the kitchen until they wilted—fine, whatever! But overall, Phii Tinn is the only one who tries to be romantic with you. And what was the result? You, being a fool, told Phii Tinn not to bother because it was pointless! Phii Tinn went out of his way to plan something for you, and you had the nerve to call it pointless! Good Lord, a fujoshi is stressed!"
Lemon truly seems stressed, speaking at an unstoppable pace, making Khaen shift onto his knees and look up at her.
"Lemon... help me. If you don’t, Ai Tinn will be furious! Do you really want to see your older brother fight with his romantic partner?"
Seeing Khaen’s guilty expression, Lemon immediately crosses her legs, lifts her chin like a wise sage, even though the corner of her lips is curling into a sly smile.
"If I help, will you do exactly as I say?"
"Yes!" Khaen agrees immediately without a second thought. It’s not that he fears Tinn’s anger—he just doesn’t want to see him sulking because he forgot his birthday again.
"Okay! First, Phii Khaen has to take Phii Tinn to a luxurious dinner..."
"What? Are you crazy? I can’t afford that, Ai Lemon! Do you know how much a single meal for Ai Tinn costs? A fancy dinner by his standards would wipe out half my salary!"
Kirakorn shakes his head instantly. Just thinking about the bill makes him shudder. But when he looks at his younger sister, she only shrugs as if to say, "No big deal if you can’t do that."
"Then, a gift..."
"Now that’s something I can consider."
"But Phii Khaen, don’t forget that this gift is for Tinn Metthanun. You have to buy something that matches his status, understand?" Lemon states with an air of expertise, making the listener furrow his brows.
"Like what?"
"Like… Cologne that Phii Tinn uses, his favorite watch brand, or a pen he always carries..."
"Are you insane?!" At that, Khaen’s eyes widen, and his hands tremble at the mere thought of the items Lemon lists.
"If you don’t know, Ai Lemon, Ai Tinn only uses luxury items that your brother here can’t afford! Just one of his pens probably costs half my monthly salary! And that cologne of his—just a tiny bottle costs nearly five thousand! What is it, cologne infused with gold dust?!" Khaen shakes his head furiously. It’s not that he wants to keep track of what his romantic partner uses, but being around him all the time, he’s inevitably learned what brand of cologne, what brand of watch (excuse me, the guy owns dozens for different occasions), and even what kind of pen he prefers.
Does his younger sibling want him to starve to death in the name of gift-giving?
"Well, if you're going to buy something, you should make sure it matches Phii Tinn’s status," Lemon remarks, fingers crossed behind her back.
She doesn’t actually mean it has to be expensive—giving from the heart would probably make Tinn happy already—but messing with her foolish older brother is just too entertaining to pass up.
"That’s impossible for your brother!"
"Okay, then, the last resort... Wait a moment." Lemon tells her brother before disappearing into her room.
She soon returns, holding a comic book.
"Read from this page to this page."
Khaen, though confused, accepts the book from his younger sibling... a comic book with a cover featuring two men embracing.
Wait, wait, wait—this is...!?!
But as soon as he starts reading, the images make his jaw drop in shock, while Lemon grins with satisfaction.
"This is the third option. If you don’t have money, then offer your body instead!"
"But this has me wearing only an apron, Ai Lemon!!!" Khaen shouts, holding up the book, which depicts the protagonist standing at the door in nothing but an apron.
"Do you want to have dinner, have a shower... or have me?"
"Damn shit-lizard! There is no way in hell I would ever say something like this!"
The absolute refusal only makes Lemon give a faint smile as she calmly takes back the book.
"Phii Khaen, I am giving you three choices… One… Take Phii Tinn out for a proper dinner. Two… Find a gift worthy of Tinn Metthanun. And three… Strip naked, wear only an apron, and jump onto the bed right now!" At the end of the sentence, Lemon points at her older brother, whose face turns pale.
"Why so few choices?"
"Few my ass! I gave you three! That’s all I could come up with. If you still love your romantic partner and want to give him something for his birthday, then pick one. This is all the help you get." The future doctor says nothing more as she turns and walks out of her brother’s room.
With that scheming look in her eyes, it is easy to guess which option she knows Ai’Khaen will choose. Well, studying medicine is exhausting—she needs to relieve stress by using her older brother as bait... and this is a pretty good way to do it.
This time, Phi Tinn will surely remember it forever!
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For Tinn Metthanun, birthdays have not held any special meaning for many years. In the past, it was a day he celebrated with his real brother, but their parents were always absent, too busy with their businesses. Yet, those days faded away when he learned the truth about his brother. After that, birthdays became just another day.
Until... he met Khaen.
No... Khaen never did anything surprising like a good romantic partner should. He never prepares a gift. Their first year together, Khaen even forgot his birthday.
However, as Tinn recalls this, he smiles… a wide smile as he remembers that birthday from years ago.
"Hey! Today is your birthday! For real? This won’t do—cake shop… Where’s the cake shop?! Where’s the cake shop?!!!"
That day, Tinn went to watch a movie with Khaen. He did not mention anything, did not give any hints. It is only when they left the theater at nearly 9 PM that he thanked Khaen for keeping him company on his birthday. And that is when he saw it—the moment Khaen lost his mind, shouting in the middle of the cinema. Then and there, Khaen dragged him, the birthday owner, on a frantic search for a cake shop—though, of course, at that hour, they were all closed.
But Khaen refused to give up. He thought of every cake shop he could remember, going through them one by one until he finally found a small roadside shop just about to turn off the lights and close for the night. Without hesitation, he rushed to the owner and pleaded to buy whatever cake was left, with the reason…
"Phii, please sell me one. Today is my romantic partner’s birthday, but I forgot. Please, please, please! Just a small one is fine—I only need one, please, Phii."
He begged, pleaded, and whined so much that Tinn, standing by the car, shook his head. He assumed Khaen would not find one, not that it mattered–Tinn did not care about birthday cakes anyway. But… Khaen came back, holding a small cake with a candle stuck in it.
And then Khaen said—
"Happy birthday. Thank you for being born so you could meet me. And don’t hold back—smile, damn it."
For Tinn, just a few simple words made his heart swell. He felt strength to move forward. He felt as if he was being healed by the foolish grin of the person who forgot his romantic partner’s birthday.
Since that day, Tinn's birthday has held meaning again.
A day… that exists so he could meet this idiot who forgets his birthday every single year.
Tinn shakes his head slightly. He knows Khaen forgets his birthday. Every year, he only remembers because his younger sister reminds him, but that is enough. It makes him happy just wondering… What Khaen will do for him this time (even if most of the ideas come from Lemon).
Last year, Khaen scattered roses along the entrance to his condo—but Lemon probably did not explain clearly enough, because instead of scattering the petals like a normal person, he simply tossed whole rosebuds onto the ground. Two years ago, Khaen placed scented candles all around Tinn’s dorm—only to set off the building’s fire alarm. Three years ago, he practiced singing "Happy Birthday" with little Phu but forgot to give proper instructions—so Phu ended up blurting everything out at the dinner table, and Khaen spent the rest of the night chasing after the kid, trying to silence him.
See? Every year, his birthday is so eventful that it is impossible to forget.
This year, Tinn is... somewhat expecting something.
Expecting... something unusual.
He thinks this as he sets aside the large stack of documents he has been reading. At present, he holds the position of International Affairs Coordinator, a role his father intends for him to oversee in the future. The company is no longer investing solely in domestic real estate but is aggressively expanding into the Southeast Asian market through collaborations with multiple countries. As a result, his workload is always overwhelming, like a shadow trailing behind him.
However... Today, he needs to leave work early, and besides...
..."What time are you coming home?"
A short message from that forgetful guy makes him want to hurry back—not to the Metthanun mansion, but to the luxurious high-rise condominium in the heart of the city that his father gifted him upon graduation.
What will it be this year?
Just the thought makes Tinn smile as he gathers his things and heads home. However...
..."Hey, hey, hey! Don’t come back yet! Not yet! Give me an hour!"
That message tells Tinn that this year… Khaen must have caused some kind of trouble again. His pace quickens as he makes his way to his unit. The moment he swipes his keycard and enters the access code to unlock the door—
What the hell is that smell?
The birthday boy immediately waves a hand in front of his nose, trying to disperse whatever strange scent is in the air. At the same time, the person inside must have heard him return because—
Whoosh!
"Hey! I told you not to come back yet!" Khaen shouts.
However, what leaves Tinn completely stunned is… the sight of the person who rushes to greet him at the door.
This has to be some kind of joke, right?!
That is all he can think as he stares, speechless, at the figure before him—a figure with disheveled hair, a sweaty face, and an expression of panic…
But from the shoulders down… only a red apron.
That’s right. Right now, Khaen-ta-lup is wearing nothing but a red apron with a heart emblem on the chest, tied with a strip of white lace that barely covers a handspan’s length. His broad, well-toned shoulders are fully exposed, as are his pale legs, complete with a thick dusting of leg hair.
The entire image is more terrifying than enticing.
“Hey! Stop staring so much, damn it! I’m embarrassed!” Tinn's stunned gaze makes Khaen hurriedly cover his crotch with both hands, leaving Tinn torn between commenting on the apron or addressing something else instead.
He chooses the latter. “What is that smell?”
“Oh, shit! Dinner!!!”
At that, the embarrassed man yells in a panic and dashes back into the kitchen, giving Tinn an unobstructed view of the fact that—aside from the apron—Khaen is wearing absolutely nothing. His bare, pale back and exposed legs shift with every hurried step as he disappears into the kitchen.
…The view from behind isn’t bad.
That thought makes Tinn remove his suit jacket, set his work bag near the entrance, and follow his romantic partner into the kitchen—only to find… complete disaster.
“Damn it! Didn’t Le say this was supposed to be easy!?! These damned seasoning packets! They don’t taste anything like in the commercials!”
The once-pristine kitchen is now a war zone of pots, pans, plates, and vegetable scraps scattered everywhere. The prep counter—barely ever used before—now looks like a mess. Over at the stove, one pan and one pot are in use. The pot contains a suspiciously murky green liquid that looks completely inedible, while the pan holds some blackened, shriveled, yellowish bits—presumably what was supposed to be an omelet, folded in half.
Tinn raises a hand to massage his temples, but…
“I’m so bloody fucking stupid. I go through all this trouble to surprise Ai'Tinn, but why do I always end up making him find out? Bloody fucking hell! Can I not succeed just once in a damn year?” Khaen mumbles to himself.
The frustrated words of someone who wants to do something for him make Tinn lower his hand and look at the person whose shoulders have slumped.
He has probably given up, realizing that the surprise has already been ruined?
Grab.
“Who says I find out everything?” Tinn says as he wraps his arms around the other’s waist from behind, making Pheuak Monkey turn around with a pout.
“Just look at it yourself. If you eat the meal in this state, you’ll end up in the hospital on your birthday for sure.”
“I’m not even talking about the food... I mean this.” Tinn hooks his finger around the apron’s strap and gives it a light tug, making Khaen flinch, probably just realizing what kind of state he is in.
“Hey! It’s not what you think—”
“Not what I think?” Tinn repeats, watching as Khaen, who rarely blushes, starts turning red—so red that it’s spreading all over his body.
“I-I mean, yes, it is what you think, but also, no, it’s not! I don’t actually want to dress up in this ridiculous way, but I had no idea what to give you for your birthday! Then Ai'Le suggested this stupid apron, and…” Khaen speaks so quickly that it is almost hard to keep up.
Meanwhile, Tinn simply pulls his flustered romantic partner toward the pristine dining table at the center of the house.
“So, my birthday gift this year... is for me to unwrap you from your apron?”
“Uh... I guess...? Do you want to unwrap me?” Khaen asks uncertainly, as Tinn's lips curve in what is almost a grin.
Tinn uses one hand to loosen his tie.
“Sit on the table.”
“Hey!”
“Today is my birthday. You’ll do as I say, won’t you? Since… The home-cooked meal is already ruined in the pot.”
Pause.
Hearing that, Khaen immediately shrinks back but obediently climbs onto the table.
“I’ll get up, alright.”
“Give me your hands.”
“Why?”
“Khaen.”
As soon as he asks, the other speaks in a firm tone, making Pheuak Monkey reluctantly extend his hands forward…
“Ugh, fine! Here!”
…Just for Tinn to tie them up with his luxurious necktie. And then…
“Spread your legs.”
“Huh?!”
"Spread your legs, Khaen," Tinn says calmly, watching the startled person with amusement, though he keeps his expression neutral. His voice is cold as he gives the command, making the other blink rapidly. Yet, Khaen still squeezes his legs tightly together, even though, sitting with his knees up on the table like this, anyone looking can catch glimpses beneath the apron.
"I... I have something to ask you, Ai'Tinn," Khaen stammers.
"Speak up."
Tinn thinks Khaen is stalling, but the serious expression and the deep blush make Tinn raise an eyebrow. Seeing the usually talkative person struggling to express himself…
It is rather cute.
It is rare to see Khaen flustered like this. I have Le to thank for it, correct?
"Uh…" Khaen mumbles before shutting his eyes tightly and blurting it all out in one go.
"Do you want to eat first, shower first, or take me first!?!"
Silence… complete shock.
Tinn freezes, staring at the person who just—What…!?!
How is he even supposed to put into words a sentence that truly captures how what he just heard makes him feel?
And that makes Tinn's lips curve up cunningly, giving the order as the other… slowly parts his feet. "Spread your legs, Khaen."
Then, Tinn steps in closer, plants his hands on the dining table, and leans in to whisper softly,
"Let’s unwrap this gift nice and slow."
And Khaen cannot shake the feeling that… This is going to be the most exhausting gift unwrapping of his life.
….
"Ai'Tinn… Ai'Tinn, I… I can't take it anymore… shit—ah…"
At this moment, the person in the powerful red apron is lying sprawled on the dining table, legs spread apart, both hands raised above their head.
Meanwhile, Khaen's narrow passage is becoming damp and slick with sticky, slippery fluid. Additionally, three long fingers are thrusting deep inside, stimulating intensely, causing the core of his body to arch up so noticeably that it’s clearly visible even through the covering of the apron.
“Can’t handle even this much?”
"Damn it... aah... it's you... it's you..." Khaen gasps, trembling, lifting his head up, still moving his hips in sync with the long fingers thrusting relentlessly into his sensitive spot, sending shivers throughout his passage and stomach.
Thump. Rub.
Gasp!!!
"You've made the fabric wet." Saying this, Tinn grips firmly at the length of Khaen's shaft through the soft apron.
The recipient lets out a trembling moan, shaking his head vigorously. Khaen's inner passage clenches in rapid pulses, prompting Tinn to stroke slowly, yet the deliberate motion heightens the sensation so intensely that the recipient bites his own lip nearly to the point of drawing blood.
"I just realized... You're a damned pervert..."
"I just discovered it, myself, today," Tinn responds simply, his gaze fixed on his romantic partner’s face, now twisted in overwhelming sensation. Khaen's eyes are glossy with moisture, and his body jerks with each teasing motion.
The heat spreads through Tinn's own lower body, and a part of him wants to take care of his inept partner this very second. However... teasing him is somehow unexpectedly arousing.
Rub, slide, rub…
"Ah... Ai'Tinn, enough... enough already... I want yours... just this... isn't enough... Damned it isn't enough." Yet, those sweet words from the Pheuak Monkey make Tinn pause.
The hand wrapped around the shaft presses a finger down harshly against the slickened spot, making Khaen jolt.
"Ai'Tinn, take me already... or else I'll be mad at you... ah..." A trembling moan escapes Khaen as Tinn thrusts his fingers in behind forcefully before withdrawing, revealing the glistening strands of clear fluid stretching between his fingers.
"Are you going to be angry at me?... But today is my birthday." Tinn asks as he unbuckles his belt. He raises an eyebrow as he questions the person lying on the table–which contrasts sharply against the stark whiteness of Khaen's skin–with legs spread, utterly drained of strength.
Khaen extends his hands, bound with a necktie, downward, and then...
Rub. Slide…
"If... hack... you come in now... I will not be angry..."
Click.
And Tinn realizes that this... is actually quite good.
The sight of the person using his own hands to spread his rear entrance as if to entice him—his entire face, his gaze, his voice—all of it provokes Tinn until he aches all over. So...
Grab.
Gasp!!!
"Ah... Tinn! Tinn, ha, ah, ah... you... you're too big... ah..."
Tinn then grabs the wrist of the person holding his thigh and pulls it away, thrusting his scorching body into the narrow passage in one swift motion, causing the other to shudder and moan loudly. This only intensifies the movement of Tinn's hips, now moving according to his desire, which he had been holding back ever since he caught sight of the pale, exposed skin of Khaen's backside.
Thump… Push… Thump…
"Ugh... Tinn... ah, I... my butt hurts..." Khaen cries out, but his pale hips continue to endure the relentless thrusts without stopping.
Khaen hisses through his teeth from the tingling sensation, but it is the friction of his pale skin against the cold table that seems to push him to his limit, and that…
Whoosh.
Grab.
"Like this..." Tinn pulls himself away, then turns the person lying on the table onto their stomach, securing their hands to the edge of the table. Then… Then Tinn pushes his manhood all the way in again.
Khaen gasps in a hoarse voice, "Good... Go ahead... ha... This position is good... Ugh... Ai'Tinn, right there... Damn, it's so intense!"
The young trainer speaks to his romantic partner without shame, moving his hips to meet him. Tinn reaches out to again grasp Khaen's burning heat through the apron, moving together—while those sharp eyes remain fixed on the fair-skinned back.
Someone who is willing to wear only an apron for him to see… This thought makes Tinn realize that this man, in an apron... arouses him more than he expected.
Rub. Gasp. Rub.
"Ha... I... I'm close. And you?" The sound of flesh striking flesh echoes throughout the spacious dining room as Tinn turns the other’s face back to meet his searing kiss, both entirely focused only on each other.
Until the destination of happiness is within reach, the two intensify their rhythm, surrendering themselves to the waves of passion they share with one another and... releasing every drop of desire.
Amidst the sound of heavy breathing, a voice speaks up...
"Happy birthday... huff... Tinn... I'm hopeless... but I... huff huff... love you the most."
Grab.
Hearing that, Tinn wraps his arms around Khaen’s waist, pressing his face against the sweat-covered back as he whispers, "In what way are you hopeless? You're the best person in my life. Thank you for the gift."
Tinn presses a light kiss to Khaen's temple while trying to steady his own breath. Then, as he turns back, he expects to hear something sweet.
"Ai'Tinn..." Khaen calls softly, but—
"Order a pizza. I'm starving."
Moreover... there is the sound of a stomach growling, causing the birthday person to freeze and then... laugh out loud.
"Pizza it is, then. Go take a shower, and when you come out, we can eat."
In the end, Tinn is the one who sends the surprise-giver off to shower, grabs his pants to put them back on, and goes to place the food order, while Khaen, smiling and cheerful, walks, legs wobbling, toward the shower—probably already forgetting that his plan for his partner’s birthday has failed again this year.
Handmade food... definitely not next year.
However, if anyone were to ask Tinn... Khaen's birthday plans have never failed even once, because the best birthday is... the one where this Khaen-ta-lup is present.
With that... His birthday becomes meaningful enough for him.
"Will next year be even stranger?"
And the anticipation of what Khaen will do... is so intriguing that Tinn almost can’t wait for next year to come.
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