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"Good Lord, my sister, have you ever not worked your little brother to death?"
Dear staggered into the luxury condo, panting hard, his hands full of bags stuffed with goods. A huge basket of food hung from his arm, packed so tight that if he could've carried it in his mouth, he probably would've.
And why was he in this state? It all started about half an hour ago when his beloved older sister showed up, ringing the doorbell with his suitcase in tow. She came to check on the sick patient, who was doing much better than yesterday. After a few minutes of chatting (where she made it clear she was ensuring no one died on her watch), she dragged him down to the parking lot, saying Phîi Porsche's family had sent a few things.
Yeah, a few things that nearly had him dragging them around his neck!
"Bloody fucking hell, she didn't even help carry a single bag. Could've at least stacked them on the suitcase and pulled it along. Always using me—damn it!"
Dear grumbled to himself, dumping everything in the kitchen. He poked around, opening this and that. Word was Phîi Porsche's Mâe wasn't home, but she'd called the staff to prepare a heap of care-package items for her sick son. And Mâe herself is said to be heading to Bangkok tomorrow evening.
"As expected of Aunt Ni, a whole bunch of nourishing stuff," the young man muttered, organizing the items.
Then, out of habit from the past two days, he went to check on the patient and found...
"Hey!"
Bang bang bang bang
"Phîi Porsche! Who gave you permission to take a shower? You'll catch a fever again!"
The bed was empty. The owner of said bed? He'd snuck off to shower, that's what! Hence, Dear pounding on the bathroom door like this.
"Just a quick one, Dear. I couldn't stand it anymore—feeling all sticky," the patient's voice shouted from the bathroom, making the makeshift nurse scowl.
He plopped onto the edge of the bed, muttering to himself.
"If you get a fever again, I'm done caring!"
Dear tilted his chin up, vowing that when Phîi Porsche poked his head out, he'd give him the angriest face to show he was mighty pissed. He'd been gone hauling stuff like a mule, and the patient just vanished!
As mentioned, when Purin was sick, Dear felt like he had the upper hand. But he seemed to have forgotten who really held the power when things were normal.
Creak
So, when the bathroom door opened, the makeshift nurse put on his fiercest glare, staring hard at the fellow loosely wrapped in a towel around his waist, another draped over his head.
Purin let out a small smile, while Dear snapped in a strong voice,
"What are you smiling at, Phîi Porsche? Sit here, now! Hurry, or no cuddling tonight!"
The little one barked, smacking the bed beside him. Since this bargaining chip had worked the whole time Purin was sick, Dear was confident it'd keep working.
And sure enough, Purin obediently sat as the little one commanded.
Easy.
Slam
"Are you dim-witted, Phîi? You just got over a fever, and you're washing your hair? What if it comes back?"
Once Phîi Porsche sat beside him, Dear, now somewhat immune to the sight of the older person's bare torso, grabbed the small towel and knelt behind him, vigorously rubbing Phîi Porsche's hair.
"I'm fine now."
"Don't try to trick me. You were still warm this afternoon."
"I'm really fine. Thanks to my great nurse, I recovered fast," the young man turned to meet the little one's eyes, flashing a smile that made Dear's cheeks flush slightly before he puffed up proudly.
"Yeah, you better thank me, Phîi Porsche. Without me, you'd have died in this room. Wiping you down, giving you medicine, waking you up to eat—hard work, you know. Good thing you're not stubborn," Dear said, grinning widely, making the older person chuckle softly.
The handsome face that was once pale, lips once dry and cracked, and eyes red from fever were almost back to normal.
Then, a large hand reached to hold the hand drying his hair.
"So... since I'm such an attractive, obedient patient, shouldn't I get a reward?"
Sharp eyes glinted intensely, making Dear's heart skip, feeling like he'd forgotten something.
What did I forget?
Dear thought.
"What do you want, Phîi Porsche?"
The question prompted Purin to tap Dear's lips, then his own, with a fine smile.
"A kiss?"
Dear asked, cheeks red, making the older person nod.
"Pfft, just a kiss? I've kissed you a hundred times already. That's nothing," the young man claiming it was nothing had flaming cheeks but tried to act tough, grabbing Phîi Porsche's face firmly before leaning in for a quick kiss, planning to pull back.
"Satisfied—mmph!"
But of course, Purin wasn't letting him off that easily. A large hand... gripped the small neck, pulling the kneeling young man down for another kiss.
A muffled yelp escaped as the towel slipped from Dear's hands. The young man sent his tongue to lick the sweet, vibrant lips. The soft touch made Dear just go with it.
Fine, let's pamper the patient, Dear thought.
The thought crossed Dear's mind as he clung to strong shoulders, feeling the cool skin of someone fresh from a shower. It felt so fine he couldn't help but open his mouth, accepting the hot tongue delving inside, even returning the gesture, unable to resist.
The little one's body was pulled into an embrace, their bodies pressing closer than ever.
"Mmph," Dear moaned shakily, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest as fluid dripped from the corner of his mouth, signaling the growing intensity of the hot kiss.
Thud
"Ah... mmph!"
The little one's body was pushed down until his back pressed against the soft mattress, the older person straddling him without breaking the kiss for a second. The sound of their sweet exchange echoed through the spacious room, leaving Dear breathless.
"Ph-Phîi Porsche... enough... mmph... that's enough..." the little one said shakily, face flushed, gently pushing the broad shoulders.
The older person finally pulled his lips away slightly, fingers wiping the fluid from the corner of Dear's mouth.
"Dear..."
"Khrap," the young man responded dreamily.
"I'm all better now."
"Mhm."
"I'm collecting on that promise now."
"Mhm."
Wait, what promise? What did I promise? Dear thought.
Dear could only nod absentmindedly, his mind stuck on what promise? Panting hard, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, he had no idea how attractive he looked right then.
Slam
"Ah! Why're you grabbing my nipple, Phîi Porsche?"
But then, the young man lying attractively on the bed jumped when long fingers teased the hardened bud lightly, making his eyes widen even more.
And when Purin responded, the little one was floored.
"You promised me that if I got better, you'd let me do anything."
What? When did I promise that shit-lizard crap? Dear thought.
Dear's jaw dropped, making the young man straddling him smirk. Without giving the little one time to react, another hot kiss landed on those red lips, slowly erasing Dear's thoughts... bit by bit... until they vanished completely.
"Mmph, Ph-Phîi Porsche... no... please..."
This time, the young man couldn't talk tough anymore, only moaning shakily, hands gripping Phîi Porsche's shoulders.
Warm lips kissed his cheeks, trailing to his chin. A large hand slipped under his soft shirt, brushing his pale stomach, making the little one's body squirm slightly.
"Phîi Porsche... don't..."
"Please... let me," Purin pleaded.
Ugh, I hate myself, Dear thought.
Dear cursed inwardly. When Phîi Porsche looked into his eyes, his damn face shyly ducked away. He felt his shirt being pulled up to his chest, the cool air from the AC hitting his skin.
"Mmph... Phîi Porsche..."
The little one flinched slightly, looking down at his chest where fingers circled the light brown base. Then, when the older person leaned down...
"Ugh... don't lick... mmph!"
As a hot tongue flicked his soft nipple, Dear dug his nails into strong shoulders, his attractive face tilting back, lips parting slightly.
"Attractive," the young man said huskily, before covering the soft bud with his lips, alternating with gentle tongue flicks, making the young man beneath bite his lip hard.
His slim chest arched toward the touch, as if begging for more.
"Mmph, Phîi Porsche... ugh, don't... don't squeeze..."
"Then like this?"
Whoosh
"Again! That feels mighty!"
When Purin pulled back, a warm breath blew over the wet, light-colored bud, making Dear jolt. His toes curled into the soft mattress, hands clinging tight to the older person's neck, his body burning fiercely.
Whoosh
"Ugh!"
But then, the older person slipped a hand under his loose pants, touching the swelling sensitive part, making Dear's eyes widen. His body trembled, breath hitching, and he writhed as the large hand stroked the sensitive area. His pale face tilted back further.
The little one's reaction made Purin's eyes gleam. His large hand yanked the pants down to Dear's ankles, fingers brushing the flushed tip, making Dear moan loudly.
"Ahh... Phîi Porsche... more... it feels... mmph..."
The little one gasped, clinging to the older person's neck. The faster the hand teased his sensitive part, the less Dear could handle it. His round eyes brimmed with tears, unable to deny he... wanted more.
"Feels good?"
"More, Phîi..."
"Feels good, right?"
"Ahh... good... so good... mmph, I feel so good... ahh..."
The little one admitted shamelessly, his small hips moving with the older person's guidance. His pale face twisted with pleasure... making Purin bury his face in the pale neck, sucking and marking his claim on the white skin, unable to resist.
Thud
"Phîi Porsche... why'd you stop...?"
Dear protested huskily, making the listener's eyes gleam.
"Ahhh!"
The answer came when hot lips enveloped the sensitive part, making Dear's eyes widen. His legs tensed on the soft mattress, hands gripping the sheets tight. His clear voice cried out as pleasure surged from head to toe.
"N-No... Phîi Porsche... more... don't suck... don't..."
Dear tried to squirm away, not wanting the older person to do that. But Purin held his small hips firmly, hot lips moving faster, making Dear press his handsome head against his sensitive part.
"It's... ugh... I... feel too much... ahh... too much..."
The little one said, unable to bear it. He'd only ever used his hand on himself, and this was almost killing him.
His confession only made the older person ache below. He'd never felt anything for a fellow before, but with Dear, his patience was nearly gone. He wanted to make up for last time—it wasn't a fine experience for Dear at all. This time, it had to be better.
Slam
Gasp
"Phîi Porsche! More... don't... mmph... not there... ahh..."
This time, Dear jumped when his pale legs were spread wide, hands covering his face in embarrassment. The large hand replaced the lips, and those lips... teased the tight, twitching entrance.
As the tongue licked it wet, Dear's whole body jolted. But instead of stopping at Dear's protest, Purin pushed his tongue deeper, making Dear nearly rip the sheets. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the intense sensation of the older person's actions—something he never imagined Phîi Porsche would do.
Whoosh
"Ahh!"
Dear cried out when a long finger replaced the tongue, pushing in. The mix of pain and pleasure hit hard, his pale face flushed red, small hips writhing.
Meanwhile, Purin watched the pale face with eyes full of desire, though he tried to stay calm. His long finger explored the vibrant passage gently, while his other hand stroked the sensitive part, making the moaning young man tremble.
"Arghhh, mmph!"
Whoosh
But when the finger hit the sensitive spot inside, the young man writhing beneath clung tight to Purin's neck, crying out shamelessly, releasing all his desire into the large hand stoking his passion.
Purin froze, stunned.
"Hey, I haven't even done much, Dear. You're done already?"
The young man exclaimed, looking at the young man collapsing, panting hard on the soft mattress.
The "quick finisher" covered his face in extreme embarrassment.
"It's... pant... your fault!"
Dear felt like he'd die of embarrassment. He didn't expect to finish so fast, but it was all Phîi Porsche's fault—who kept stroking, using his mouth, and then that finger... and he was done.
It's not my fault—it's Phîi Porsche!
Dear thought.
His gesture of covering his face made the listener laugh, despite his own aching need. The large hand pulled the pale arms away, then leaned down to kiss the red lips...
Sharp eyes softened, making Dear purse his lips before opening them, letting his tongue meet the other's again.
Slam
This time, the tall figure pressed close until their skin rubbed together, reigniting the passion. The large hand tugged off the towel around his waist.
The sound of lips kissing white skin echoed, as Dear ran his hands through dark hair.
"Phîi Porsche... I feel good... so good," the little one said softly, hands roaming over the muscular body so different from his slim frame. His face tilted back, lost in the heated sensation Phîi Porsche gave him.
Slam
But then, pale legs were lifted high, the older person positioning himself between them. His large member rubbed against the vibrant entrance, making Dear's eyes widen.
Whoosh
"Ah! Phîi Porsche... ugh... don't... it hurts!"
But as the large part pushed in slightly, Dear pushed the broad shoulders hard, making Purin pause. He gritted his teeth at the tight heat gripping him, then leaned down to stroke the pale cheek of the young man who looked like he might cry.
"Phîi Porsche... sob... last time... I hurt..."
Dear said shakily, making the listener freeze. His heart ached instantly, remembering the last time.
He pulled out.
Slam
The older person pulled the little one to sit on his lap, kissing his cheek gently. Sharp eyes showed clear guilt before guiding the small hand clinging to his neck like a young fellow to his large member.
"Phîi Porsche..."
"I want you, Dear... I'm going crazy wanting you..."
The husky whisper made Dear cry and flush hotly. He held the burning member, unsure what to do, but seeing the handsome face full of desire, his fingers brushed it lightly.
"Ugh..."
Purin gritted his teeth. Just the little one's touch drove him wild. It made him yank the little body in for a fierce kiss, as Dear used both hands to do what Phîi Porsche had done to him.
And the hot rod in his hands told Dear... Phîi Porsche was barely holding on.
"Phîi Porsche... you can keep going... I'm okay now," the little one decided, whispering close to his ear. Large hands gently stroked his slim back.
"You sure?"
"Mhm," Dear nodded softly, biting his lip as Phîi Porsche kneaded his backside, spreading it and lifting him slightly until he felt the large part rubbing his entrance.
He clung tight to Phîi Porsche's neck, knees spreading wide as the older person whispered reassuringly,
"If it hurts, tell me to stop. I'll be fine."
Those words made Dear slowly lower himself, taking in the large part. He bit his lip until it hurt, nails digging into broad shoulders, a soft sob escaping his throat.
Purin pulled the little body in for a fierce kiss. The pale body lowered slowly, then decided to sink down fully, making a growl echo through their lips.
Neither pulled away. Their skin rubbed together, fanning the flames of passion. Their lips exchanged sweetness, the wet sounds echoing through the spacious room...
The one nearing his limit thrust gently, urging the little body in his arms, making Dear tremble.
"Phîi Porsche... more... it's tight..."
"Move... ahh... slowly... like that, Khrap," the words made the listener move slowly, face tilted back, panting hard as the large part hit the sensitive spot inside, replacing pain with pleasure.
His hands gripped broad shoulders tight.
"Phîi Porsche... sob... lick again..."
His white skin turned pink as the handsome face sucked hard on his soft nipple, making Dear jolt. Yet his pale body moved even harder.
"Good... more... good little one..."
The action made Purin growl low.
"Ahh... deep... Phîi... I can't... it's deep..."
Slam
"Ahh!"
Dear shuddered when he was pulled down onto the soft mattress again, the large member plunging in fully, making him cry out. Each thrust hit the sensitive spot, making his body tense, hips moving with the other's guidance.
"You're mighty fine, Dear," the tight grip around his member made Purin growl. His large hands lifted slim legs higher, thrusting hard, watching the attractive little one writhing before him.
"Phîi... ahh... it's... gasp!"
Dear flinched with each thrust, eyes glossy and half-closed, hands clawing at the broad back, making Purin's eyes gleam.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
Sweat poured from both, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing as Dear's smaller member rubbed against the firm stomach, slick with fluid.
"I can't... Phîi Porsche... I can't... ahh... more... ahhh!"
Soon, Dear closed his eyes tight, mind blank, releasing his desire a second time easily.
"Dear... ahh... just a bit more... a bit more..."
The strong voice growled, teeth clenched as pleasure neared. The sound made the panting young man open his glossy eyes.
The handsome face covered in sweat, with wild, desire-filled eyes, made Dear feel good... so good he was going crazy.
I want to do it again, want Phîi Porsche to look like this inside me again, Dear thought.
The thought made the little one take every drop the older person released inside, staining his pale legs.
Splash
"Mmph, Phîi Porsche... don't... sob..."
In the bathroom, water poured from the shower onto the stone floor, but its coolness couldn't douse the heat that had been burning since the evening.
Their bodies pressed close, lips still locked in a fierce exchange. Dear faced the wall, one hand braced against the stone-like surface, face tilted back, letting water mix with the fluid at his lips, without care.
A large hand slipped under his pale thigh, one teasing his attractive front, the other pressing into his rear entrance.
"Phîi Porsche! Th-There... harder... more..."
"You're gripping my finger so tight," Purin kissed the pale shoulder, his finger pressing the sensitive spot inside, making Dear push back, his soft backside rubbing against the growing heat...
"Phîi... more... come in... please..."
The pale body moaned shakily, unable to bear the dual assault. His pale face turned back. That attractive face was now mighty seductive—glossy eyes, swollen lips, flushed with passion—making Purin kiss the red lips hard.
"Don't say I'm too rough, Dear."
"Ahhh!"
As he finished speaking, Purin pulled his finger out suddenly, plunging his large member into the tight space fully, making Dear collapse against the wall, panting loudly.
"So good... feels so good, Dear..."
The size made Dear close his eyes tight, feeling it rub inside him, hands nearly clawing the wall, eyes shut tight.
Then...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
"Ahh, Phîi Porsche... there... more... more..."
Dear cried, barely coherent, as Purin deliberately hit the sensitive spot with each thrust, making him jolt. Embarrassment was gone, replaced by desire taught by this older person.
"Harder... can you handle it?"
"I can... I can..."
The young man nodded vigorously, placing his hand over the large one on his hip. The sound of skin slapping echoed with the cold water no one bothered to turn off.
"Phîi Porsche... kiss... please..."
The heat made Dear turn, pleading huskily, and the older person obliged. Their lips locked like opposite magnets, exchanging sweetness fiercely. Their lower bodies moved together hotly, muffled moans echoing.
Then, the young man's hand worked Dear's slick member, making the little body jolt. Purin smirked, satisfied with teaching Dear this passionate experience himself. And it seemed his junior was learning fast—mighty so.
The heat kept coming, and soon Dear tensed, moaning, releasing warm fluid into the large hand.
The older person gripped his hips tight, thrusting hard a few times, flooding the receptive space repeatedly.
And as the big cannon pulled out, Dear said, worn out,
"Pant... Phîi Porsche... I can't... I'm tired..."
Bloody fucking hell, how am I not tired? Phîi Porsche went at me nonstop!
Dear thought.
The panting young man thought, legs trembling like he'd collapse if Phîi Porsche didn't hold him up.
The older person kissed his shoulder gently.
"Mmph, no more kissing. I'm done."
"I heard the fellow saying 'no more' was the one tempting me."
"Don't lie! Where did I tempt you?"
Now breathing normally, Dear turned to protest, embarrassed, but bloody fucking hell, clinging to Phîi Porsche's arm for support was killing his pride.
"You know exactly where you tempted me."
Fine, I won't argue. Okay, I've never... except that drunken sex last time. This time, Phîi Porsche touched and teased, I got worked up, I asked for it, he gave it, and it just kept going like that!
Dear thought.
Dear pouted, turning away, pressing against the stone wall, worn out but somehow Phîi Porsche looked so happy and smug.
You're the one doing all the work, Phîi Porsche. I'm just lying there, so why am I so bloody tired?
Dear thought.
"Dunno. I'm going to shower and make something to eat. I'm starving," he said, side-eyeing the fellow who stood shamelessly in his current state, unlike Dear, who was practically hugging the wall to hide.
Yeah, I'm embarrassed and don't want Phîi Porsche to see me naked!
Dear thought.
Purin smiled, gently touching the pale cheek, speaking warmly—completely at odds with his next words.
"Come on, I'll shower you again."
"No way!"
"Come on, after we're done, I'll make you something to eat. Didn't my Mâe send a heap of stuff?"
In the end, the young man who promised to do anything swore he'd never make such a dim-wit promise again.
And he couldn't help thinking...
All that stuff Aunt Ni sent for Phîi Porsche? She should've sent it for me. I'm the one dying because of her son! Dear thought.
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