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Phîi Oat only realized his passenger for the night was fast asleep when he slowed his beloved minibike into the condo area. He told the security guard what he was doing there so late, then drove in to park in front of the luxurious building that showed the status of its residents.
"Dranphat... we're here," the young man said, still sitting stiffly in the same position. The two hands that didn't even poke out from the sleeves of his leather jacket were hugging his waist tightly, and he wasn't imagining it—his Nong was pressing his cheek against his back, making him... even less willing to move.
He had to admit he'd taken a liking to this Nong from the first day they met at the freshman cheer event. Seeing those clear eyes and the kindness offered, before he knew it, every time he saw Dear... he always ended up staring.
Right now, he wanted to hold onto this good moment a little longer, but he knew it was way too late to keep sitting like this.
"Dranphat... Dear, wake up, Khrap," Phîi Oat called again, but the person behind him only shifted his head a bit and went still. It told him that the one who'd drunk "just a little" wouldn't wake up easy.
"Mmm... Phîi... warm..."
The soft mumbling made Phîi Oat pause for a moment. He grabbed his Nong's arm firmly, stepped down to stand on the ground first, then turned to support the drunk, sleeping person—who'd only had a few glasses—and helped him off the motorcycle with no small hassle.
"What now, Âi Oat? I don't even know which room he's in," he muttered softly to himself before freezing when he heard the mumbling from those red lips.
"Hug... me..."
The tall Phîi froze in place. He looked down at the person whose neck was limp, leaning on his shoulder, showing white cheeks peeking out from dark hair strands covering his face and eyes. The eyes were closed dreamily, and the most prominent feature was... the lips. The lips that, upon closer inspection, he realized were damn red.
The image of his attractive Nong so close, the warm body leaning against him almost as one, made Phîi Oat gently brush the hair from the white cheek. His dark eyes stared at the sight in front of him without moving.
He wasn't the type to take advantage, not the type to do things behind someone's back, but he... did it anyway.
Stealing a kiss.
He knew it was wrong, but he did it. His Nong's lips were warm and soft. What started as a light press turned into Phîi Oat pressing closer without realizing it. The alcohol scent clinging to both their shirts slowly stirred some feeling inside him, making him pull the little frame even closer.
"Dear, I think I like you, Khrap," Phîi Oat whispered softly, in a way the sleeping person couldn't possibly hear.
But before the young man could decide to take his Nong into the building, he suddenly felt someone yanking Dear away fast, followed by the loud sound of a fist hitting flesh, making him stagger.
Wham.
"Don't mess with my person!!"
While he was dazed and numb on one side of his cheek, the low, pissed-off voice of someone mighty mad rang out. Phîi Oat turned to look with stunned eyes, his hand still covering his mouth where he could taste the metallic tang of blood. And there he saw a strange guy he'd never seen before. The one who was hugging the Nong he liked tightly.
"Dear... wake up!! I said wake up!" Purin was yelling.
"Mmm."
At that moment, Purin was glaring hard at the person in student uniform, then bent down to tell the kid who was swaying as if he could fall any moment, mumbling in his throat. The smell of alcohol on his nose told him that no matter how much he shook, the little one wouldn't wake up. He had to look up at the one who'd brought him.
"Who're you?"
At the same time Phîi Oat asked, the listener clenched his fists tightly, holding back the urge to punch him full in the face a few more times. Irritation built in his heart as the image stuck in his mind. He had no right to kiss his little one.
"I'm the one who should ask who you are!! Why'd you kiss Dear?"
Maybe because of his naturally calm personality, plus his high-position job, Purin could still keep his cool steady, even though his low voice sounded scarier by the second.
"I'm his Phîi from the faculty," Phîi Oat decided to answer first, since the guy in front of him seemed to know his Nong well. Besides, he was wrong for kissing Dear first, even if he was still bugged by the words... my person.
The two pairs of eyes met steady, but before anything bad could happen, the female staff who'd followed out called out.
"Um, is there a problem, Khrap?"
"No, Khun Fon, nothing," and it was Purin who looked away to answer the young woman. Then he bent down, grabbed Dear's arm to drape over his neck from behind, and scooped under the legs to carry the little one on his back. He turned to look at the female staff who was watching what was happening with curiosity.
"Khun Fon, help me please. Pull Dear's bag and carry my MacBook up to the room. Thanks, Khrap."
Purin ordered all at once, then turned to meet the other student's eyes.
"Thanks for bringing my kid here. But next time... no need."
With that, Purin carried the little one into the building right off. Khun Fon hurried to follow and help carry the things as told.
"Phîi, Khrap," Phîi Oat called out.
But before she could do as she thought, the voice of the other attractive guy called her back, making her turn around.
"Yes, Nong?"
"Who was that just now... what's his relation to Dear?"
The question made Khun Fon pause to think for a moment. Since Khun Dream is the Jae, Khun Purin is the Jae's friend, so right now Dear is with Khun Purin, that means...
"Guardian, Khrap... Phîi'll go help Khun Purin first."
The answer made the guy freeze right off. Even if it wasn't all clear from what he saw, at least he felt a bit more at ease, and he'd have to think about how to deal with a protective Phîi.
Little did he know that Purin was a guardian, but guarding... the heart.
Purin dropped himself onto his own bed. His sharp eyes looked at the little one he had brought to sleep in the same room. He scanned from the eyebrows, eyelids, nose, and... the lips. The red lips he had once wondered why they were so red, but he never thought someone else would touch them like he had.
Clench.
The young man clenched his fist tighter, then moved to straddle over the body that was fast asleep. The irritation from seeing the earlier scene pushed Purin to lean his face down and roughly kiss those red lips, as if wiping out the previous touch. The kiss crushed across the lips hard. The hot tongue licked all over the upper and lower lips until they were wet. The feeling made the body underneath shift a bit as if uncomfortable, so Purin gripped the little neck firmly and pressed the kiss even harder, sliding his tongue in to sweep every corner of the mouth.
"Mmph!"
Dear shifted when his body started lacking air, making the one venting his irritation move his lips to the chin, pressing hard kisses, sucking and nipping the white skin hard before trailing down to the white neck. The smooth, slippery skin, and the anger made Purin press kisses on the white skin even harder, and it would've gone further if not for...
Whoosh.
Purin pulled away right off when the hand unbuttoning the student shirt of his Nong felt the slickness of the leather jacket still covering it. His sharp eyes flashed. Just from looking, he knew this wasn't Dear's jacket—from the size, it had to be from the owner of that minibike.
Right off, the thought made the young man stand up and pull that leather jacket off Dear's body.
"Damn it!"
Purin cursed as he threw the jacket onto the floor beside the bed. The irritation built even more in his heart, to the point he could feel... he was jealous.
And when he turned to look at the one with several red marks on the neck, the young man tried to calm himself.
And does a guy being jealous mean he loves?
There are two types of jealous guys: infatuated... or in love.
The question from his close friend echoed in his head, and he remembered well what he had answered. But now he was that guy, the dim-wit guy who didn't know if this jealousy was love or infatuation.
"Âi Purin, you're a damned shit-lizard. You can't love two people at the same time!"
The young man told himself in a pissed-off voice, then turned back to look at the Nong-next-door again. The one he saw as a Nong, but since when had he stepped into his heart?
Yes, right now he might feel something for this Nong, but had he forgotten the other person from his heart already?
He wasn't a dim-wit. No, Purin wasn't dim-witted. The feeling when he saw Dear being kissed by someone else was telling him the answer. But the important question was whether Dear... had replaced everything.
In the end, the young man got up from the bed and stepped out of the bedroom right off.
By the time Dear woke up, the short hand of the clock had hit ten. The young man could only sit up with his messy, frizzy hair in a daze. But the daze didn't last long before he had to widen his eyes when he looked around the room and realized this was... Phîi Porsche's room.
"How the hell did I end up sleeping in this room?"
With that, he threw off the blanket, planning to run out of the bedroom to ask the room's owner how he had wandered into the room. He remembered that last night Phîi Oat had dropped him off, and after that... he was out like a light.
I told you I'm a lightweight. If I drink and fall asleep, even if there's an earthquake, volcano eruption, or tsunami, I wouldn't know a thing.
Big.
"Ah... hey, that's Phîi Oat's jacket."
But when his foot kicked something soft, he looked down and remembered it was the Phîi's jacket that he must've worn back with him. He grabbed it and ran out of the room, but whether it was the kitchen, bathroom, living room, or study, there wasn't even a shadow of the room's owner. He had to scratch his head hard and look at the clock.
"Stupid again, Âi-goose Dear. By now Phîi Porsche has gone to work. But how did I get back to the room last night?"
He could only be confused with himself and walk into the bathroom. But less than half a minute later, it was followed by this sound.
"Waaahhh!! My neck, my neck!! What the bloody fucking hell are these marks!!"
He yelled while pulling off his student shirt to look at the faint red marks on his neck. And even though lately he's been focused on shrimp or whatever, it's not like he doesn't know what these marks are.
"Calm down, Âi Dear. You calm down... student shirt is intact, no butt pain, virginity still there... Then where the bloody fucking hell did these marks come from!!"
Dear calmed down for not long before the wailing cry rang out again. He had to throw the student shirt aside and slap his own cheeks with both hands.
"Calm down, calm down... you slept in Phîi Porsche's room all night, you woke up in Phîi Porsche's room with marks all over your neck..."
The loud voice slowly quieted down, and the yelling guy buried his face on the edge of the sink.
Don't say I'm biased, but with this IQ, I calculated that the only guy who did it was... Phîi Porsche.
"Damn, heart, beat slower. Are you thumping like you're looking for your Mâe?"
Just thinking made his heart race wild, almost jumping out of his chest. He had to place his hand over it, trying to take deep breaths. But just thinking about last night...
"Aaaahhh!! Don't think, Âi Dear. Don't think. Don't be slutty. Damned imagination, you don't have to picture me losing my virginity to Phîi Porsche!! I'm a guy, a full guy, a real guy, damn it."
Yelling alone in front of the mirror, both hands rubbing his head hard, but the voice slowly quieted when, again, his heart didn't feel disgusted or repulsed at all if it happened with Phîi Porsche.
The thought made him lower his hands, pursing his lips tightly.
"Phîi Porsche... I must love you a lot, right, to think that if you want to take it... I'd give it."
The words made the speaker look up at his reflection in the mirror. The one with a flushed red face, pursed lips tightly, red marks dotted all over the neck. The image that he admitted to himself...
When had I started making such a nasty face?
Maybe since I came to stay with Phîi Porsche.
Then suddenly, Dear broke into a smile. Happiness spread across his face. His heart felt good that if Phîi Porsche was the one who did it, it meant he must feel something more than just a Nong for him.
Whatever, today I'll skip the bloody fucking day. Go out to buy fresh stuff to make dinner and seduce Phîi Porsche... you're being quite nasty these days, Âi Dear.
Even though he scolded himself like that, he still walked humming to take a shower anyway.
Little did he know that no matter how delicious he made it, tonight's dinner would be wasted anyway.
Minute after minute passed slow, until the one waiting until the dinner had gone completely cold thought the other must've gone out to eat with clients or something. He could only put it in the fridge, jump to sit and play games to kill time. He intended that tonight he'd muster the courage to ask if last night Phîi Porsche was the one who made the marks.
"Dear, return home tomorrow then."
"Yeah, return home with Porsche then. I see he's been going home every weekend lately," Jae Dream said over the line after he told her he'd go home on Saturday and she didn't need to pick him up. After a few words, she hung up.
But when he looked at the phone screen, he saw... it was past midnight.
"Out drinking with friends again?"
He muttered to himself, since he rarely saw Phîi Porsche come back late, and it was Friday—maybe a happy Friday.
But then, the doorbell rang, making him frown immediately. He hurried to the door, looked through the peephole, and saw a strange guy supporting another person whose head was hanging down, but Dear knew right away who it was.
Creak.
"Hey, Phîi Porsche!! How'd he end up like this?"
Dear could only shout at the state of the guy whose tie was pulled low, face flushed red, the smell of alcohol hitting his nose. His arm was around the other guy's neck, who was in a similar state but seemed way more sober.
The one who'd found a friend to drop him off hurried to say.
"Hey, Nong, don't panic yet. Help drag this goose into the room first. He's not light."
Hearing that, for now, he forgot the stranger. Dear quickly slipped under the shoulder, his arm hugging the slim waist tightly, helping the other guy. Dragging and pulling the drunk guy, by the time they got him to lie on the bed in the room, they were both panting hard, and he couldn't help but curse a little.
The room area's so bloody fucking wide, just from the front door to the bedroom and I'm exhausted.
"Um, who are you, Khrap?"
After cursing, he started turning his attention to the strange guest. At least, he did drop off Phîi Porsche. Even as the other was scanning him from head to toe, Dear had to give a dry smile.
"Oh, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ohm, a friend of this guy since school days... You're Dear, right?"
"Ah, how do you know me, Khrap?"
The question made Phîi Ohm pause a bit, then rub his head with a bothered look, turn to look at the guy passed out drunk, and shake his head as if shaking off the daze.
"He talks about you. So the Nong with this face is why he's troubled... whatever. Good luck then. I'm off."
With that, Phîi Ohm staggered out of the room, but still had enough sense to turn back and leave a message for his friend.
"Oh, tell Pu that his daughter is still parked at the restaurant. Tomorrow have someone from his house drive it back."
Then the guy staggered out of the room, and Dear hurried to see him off, raised his hands in a wai to thank him, and locked the door behind. Then he walked back to look at the drunk guy.
"What do I do now... oh, wipe him down."
The young man told himself, and couldn't help but chuckle. No matter how many drunk friends, I never thought to wipe them down, but when Phîi Porsche comes back drunk, double standards right off.
"I'm really into it."
After that, Dear carried a stainless steel bowl from the kitchen with a small towel and placed it on the floor beside the bed. He took a deep breath, then used strength (that he never thought was little, but Phîi Porsche is bloody fucking big) to flip the tall body to lie on his back. By the time he succeeded, he was panting.
"Hmm."
But then, the faint voice calling his name made Dear frown and move closer, leaning his ear to hear what the drunk guy was saying.
Grab.
Thud.
"Hey!!"
But then Dear could only yell loud when he was pulled to lie flat on the bed with the drunk guy. Bloody fucking hell, he hadn't even griped yet when hot lips pressed against his until he could barely breathe, along with the strong alcohol kick that made the lightweight feel dizzy. Not to mention that Phîi Porsche shifted to straddle over his body.
"Phîi, Mmph, don't, Khrap... Phîi..."
The one underneath could only push the broad shoulders, but not really stopping hard. Kissing with this Phîi had become normal, but what was off was the hot kiss that delved deep, scooping hungrily until he could barely breathe. The two hands gripping and pushing at the shoulders could only move around as if protesting, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, the hot tongue delved in deeper with no escape.
"Mmph!"
Damn it, Phîi, don't kiss so damn good.
The one losing strength to resist could only tell himself in his mind, because when he realized, the two hands that should be pushing were clutching the other's shirt tightly, opening his mouth to respond to the hot kiss fed to him willingly. The soft tongue sent to entwine with the other's until the sound of exchanging saliva echoed throughout the wide room.
"Mmm."
The angle of the kiss changed again, making both lips press even tighter. Dear's two hands moved to hug around the strong neck, pulling the tall guy to give him more kisses than this. The hot, heavy kiss where as soon as Purin pulled his lips away, the clear string of spit clinging came into view. His sharp eyes half-opened. In his half-drunk haze, he was seeing his Nong lying panting on his bed. And with the alcohol's effect making his body even hotter, the young man had no control left at all.
"Dear... ah..."
Purin moaned low in his throat as he buried his face into the smooth white neck crease, nuzzling roughly, pressing kisses into the soft, slippery skin without giving the kid time to prepare. The one receiving touches other than kisses jolted.
Swish.
"Phîi... Phîi Porsche... ah!"
Dear's eyes widened, a thrilling shiver running through his body when the warm palm slipped under his soccer shirt, then pulled it up all at once above his chest. While both mouth and nose still buried in his neck crease, arousing the heated desire little by little.
"Phîi... Phîi... what are you doing?"
Damn it, Âi Dear, what a dim-witted question. Phîi Porsche is taking off your shirt, what else! He could only curse himself in his mind, because his body was going limp, the surging desire of a young man in his prime that just from a little teasing, the need arose easy and flared fast with the hot kiss pressing in again.
Grab.
This time, Dear hugged the strong neck tightly, his mouth tilting to receive the hot kiss without pause. His body couldn't help moving to grind against the tall, large frame that dropped down until both bodies rubbed, igniting the fire of love like pouring oil on flames.
"Ah..."
The little body could only jolt when the two large palms stroked the little waist, continuing along the sides until thrilling shivers ran through him. Then he had to widen his eyes, twisting his body a little when the long fingertips flicked and teased the soft nipple back and forth until he could only dig his heels into the soft bed.
"More!! Phîi Porsche, more, Khrap. D-don't. It's thrilling. I... Thrilling..."
Dear could only grit his teeth tightly when the tall guy pulled away from his lips fast, then trailed down to the white chest. The hot lips sucked in the hard bud in the center that had risen from the rapid fingertip flicks. The hot tongue lashed and licked hard until the big eyes widened with thrilling waves.
What am I doing? Âi Dear, what the bloody fucking hell am I doing?
"Ahhh... D-don't touch... more... Phîi..."
The thought vanished right off when the hot palm delved deep into the soccer shorts, then grabbed the core that was fully awake just from being teased from outside. The thrilling shiver from the first time someone other than himself touched the off-limits treasure made the young man only arch his face up high, both hands moving to grip the large pillow tightly.
Rustle.
"Phîi Porsche, ah, ha... Phîi, more, Khrap..."
The moan sounded in his throat, both legs flailing on the soft mattress as the soccer shorts along with boxers were pulled down below the hips. While Purin still tasted the sweet-scented skin on the chest area like a hog.
The more the one underneath moaned heavy, the more he didn't want to stop!
"Dear."
Purin pulled his body up just a bit to look at the white face of his little Nong that was now flushed red, panting shakily. The face full of desire further aroused his own until it was hard to quench. The little sense left told him this was his Nong... but he didn't care.
I want to do it. I want to do more than this.
"Attractive... do you know how attractive your face is..."
The young man muttered softly as he bent down to press a kiss on the red lips again, crushing hard while the large palm moved to grip around the soft part without disgust, stroking along the length that made the junior underneath twist hotly, both hands gripping his shirt tightly.
Grab.
"Phîi this... hard... ah... Phîi Porsche harder I can't take it anymore Hic..."
But then, Dear sent his hand to grab the cheeks of the guy burying his face in his chest, then said in a trembling voice that told that right now desire was running every feeling. The plea made the large palm stroke even harder, while the other hand fumbled to undo his own pants. Not long after, the fully expanded weapon came out, and Purin shifted to drop his body down until the sensitive parts of both rubbed together, pulling moaning cries from the one being dominated by love desire.
Both lips pressed kisses as if needing the sweetness that would ease this heat a little.
Whoosh.
Dear's soccer shirt was yanked off without anyone caring, thrown to the bed's edge. Followed by Purin's shirt that he practically tore off his body. The overflowing desire couldn't stop at just bodies rubbing.
"Ah!! Phîi Porsche... Phîi... don't..."
It was another time the young man jolted when being pulled to lift his white legs high, revealing the rear passage that no one had ever touched. Fear gripped his heart. Even if desire was at its peak, the large core poised close was so big it was scary.
The cry to stop, along with trying to close his legs, made Purin, who was bracing his body between both slender legs, look up to meet the other's eyes. A little sense told him his Nong was scared.
"Don't stop me... I beg... please, Khrap..."
Gulp.
The plea made the one scared until tears welled in his eyes could only look at the guy he had been in love with for many years. The face full of desire for him made Dear know he was weakening, especially stimulated by the hot palm that was stroking his core at the same time.
I can't... if it's Phîi Porsche... I can't stop really.
Swish.
"Ahhh!"
But then, Dear had to widen his eyes bulging, both hands digging into the strong shoulders full force when the long fingertip delved deep into the tightly closed passage all at once, hurting like hell. But before he could complain, a hot kiss pressed on his soft lips again, making him part his mouth to receive it. The little one could only moan, panting in his throat, his white face even redder as the long finger delved deeper into his body. At first, the pain was damn near unbearable, but as it slid further, his body craved it, almost shamefully.
"Phîi Porsche... kiss... more... kiss me."
The plea made the young man press a kiss right off as both cores still rubbed roughly. The long fingertips increased in number until the small figure hugged Purin's neck tightly.
"Mmph, good!! More, Phîi!! Phîi Porsche, more... please, Khrap..."
The flushed white face looked up, the big eyes narrowed and teary with clear drops. Dear probably didn't know he was making a face way more... enticing. Not to mention the squeezing grip on his fingertips that was driving the young man nearly mad.
Whoosh.
Patience ended in that second. Purin pulled the fingers out of the red-colored passage, then gathered the slender legs over his shoulders before shifting his body over the frame. His large core poised at the sweet-colored passage that pulsed. The other hand came to touch the soft cheek, sharp eyes staring deep into the big eyes.
The action that Dear knew was about to happen, both hands digging into the soft pillow full force. He could only moan faintly in his throat.
"Phîi Porsche."
Swish.
"Ahhh!! It hurts... I hurt. Hic, oh, more, Phîi Porsche..."
Just as the large core delved deep into his body, Dear screamed in his throat. Clear tears flowed down his cheeks from the stinging pain delving in. Both hands dug into the soft mattress until almost lifting it.
Gulp.
While the tears and scream, not to mention the tightness squeezing his core until he could barely move, called back the drunk guy's sense little by little. The tall body that almost pressed in all at once halted suddenly. The large hand propped on the mattress to support himself, then leaned down to gently kiss the soft lips. The other hand came to wipe the clear tears on the soft cheek.
"Are you okay... ah... good boy."
The mighty gentle action made the young man whisper back faintly.
"Y-yes, I'm okay..."
At this point, he didn't think to stop either. And it was this permission that made Purin press a kiss on the soft lips again.
Swish.
"Mmphhh!!"
As he thrust his body in all at once, making the little one widen his eyes bulging, twisting hotly but hugging tightly to make the other press kisses even rougher. The tight squeeze stimulated Purin to start moving his body, listening to the moaning cries mixed with heated desire and pain blended together. But above all, Dear was... feeling good.
The big eyes looked at the guy moving above his body. The sharp, strong face of the one clenching his jaw tightly, satisfied with his body. Right now, he and Phîi Porsche...
"Ah... hard... harder... I'm okay. Thrilling. More. Thrilling"
The little one cried out without shame when the large core hit the pleasure point inside. The little hips started moving in response to the deep thrusts every time, stimulating heavy until their lower body was hot, almost burning.
"Ah... Dear... Dear..."
The deep voice growled low as he hugged the little body tightly, then shifted positions, flipping the little one to lie face down on the mattress. The large core pulled out and thrust back in full length, making the trembling moan echo throughout the room.
He and Phîi Porsche... were doing it.
Dear's thought as he buried his face in the pillow, as large hands pulled his little waist so both bodies pressed together with no gap. The thrusts from behind even rougher following both their desires until the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the room. The hot lips pressed kisses along the back area, then circled back to nip at the white neck again. The large palm delved deep to stroke the smaller core at the same time.
"Good... more... good..."
Purin growled hoarsely, his sharp eyes half-open, looking at the flushed red face that was turning toward him, as the image of someone overlapped.
"Love... I love you, Khrap..."
Dear said in a quivering voice as he placed his hand on the large palm gripping his waist tightly, spilling the overflowing feeling in his chest for the other to know.
I love you... have loved you all along.
At the same time, Dear felt the roughness delving into his body without stop. The blissful pleasure spreading throughout his body, the tightness about to be released. The friction sending him to heaven, at the moment the deep voice whispered hoarsely.
"...Dream, Khrap..."
Gulp.
The one about to reach the peak of desire froze right off when the deep voice sounded close to his ear. His heart seemed to stop beating in that second when Phîi Porsche was calling someone else's name. Someone else's name that was... his Jae.
"Dream... Cream... sorry... sorry..."
Rustle rustle.
The thrusting rhythm even faster every time following the desire about to reach the end. Even though Dear's body floated in bliss from being pampered until moaning sounds escaped his lips nonstop, but the tears... flowed down his cheeks.
Phîi Porsche was doing it with him but calling... Jae Dream's name.
"Ah, More, More, Ahhh!!"
Dear screamed out loud as he released the tightness fully into the strong palm that had been supporting him. The exhausted, panting body almost collapsed to the floor but was held by the large palms gripping the little waist tightly, then pressing the body in fast and hard.
"More..."
The sobbing sound in his throat as he buried his face in the soft pillow. Tear after tear flowed soaking wet when his body was taken for pleasure by the other, but the heart of the guy wasn't with this Nai Dranphat at all.
Even if the body was blissful, the heart... was hurting almost to death.
You're sleeping with Dear, but why are you saying Jae Dream's name? Why, Phîi Porsche!?
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