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Dear stood behind the sofa, scratching his head, unsure how to start his plan to take the lead. His large, round eyes watched Porsche, who was engrossed in a famous American detective series. The confidence Dear gathered in the bathroom was fading fast.
Whoosh
"Phîi Porsche... what are you watching?"
"Criminal Minds. Want to join?" Purin looked up, smiling slightly as he leaned against the sofa, facing Dear.
"Uh... sure, I'll watch." Dear, intending to flirt, agreed hesitantly, plopping onto the same sofa. He glanced at Porsche, who seemed too focused, especially as the show revealed the psychotic killer.
Better wait until Phîi Porsche finishes.
"Phîi Porsche... what's next?"
"Still Criminal Minds. They're rerunning the week's episodes. I just got time to watch."
Good Lord! All week? Nothing else to show, so they loop it?
"Want to watch something else, Dear? Or play a game? I can watch in the bedroom."
"No... I don’t want to watch anything." Dear, with impure thoughts, shook his head, fidgeting. He wanted to snuggle but felt shy, inching closer but held back by embarrassment, rubbing his head in frustration.
Be bold, damn it! Be bold!
He screamed internally but couldn’t muster the courage. Porsche always initiated bold moves, but now Dear had to start. Take that Dranphat, chop his head off and display it! No matter how bold, Dear was still a man.
Grab
"What's wrong? You're restless." During a commercial, Purin noticed Dear’s odd behavior, like a puppy with ticks, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. Dear jolted, eyes wide.
"What's up? You looked at me like you saw a ghost."
"No... what ghost is as damn handsome as this?" Dear, trying to flirt, shook his head, stammering, making Purin squint at his flushed cheeks and smile thinly.
"Complimenting Phîi?"
"Complimenting some dog, maybe."
"Not nice, are we?"
"Uh." As Purin faked a stern tone, Dear groaned, burying his face in the warm embrace to hide his burning face.
Understand, khrap? Flirting to make love is way harder than flirting to go eat out... worlds apart.
"What's wrong? Acting weird today. Still mad about Patty?" The question made Dear freeze, then shake his head, rubbing his forehead against Purin’s chest, though the image of that beautiful woman flashed in his mind, making him breathe deeply.
Clutch!
"Hmm?" Dear hugged back, making Purin, focused on the screen, glance over as Dear mumbled softly.
"Not mad. I said I’m not thinking much about it. Just... want to tease, maybe." Purin gave a curious look, then smiled widely, tightening his embrace.
"Tease then. I like when you tease. It’s cute."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Like a Pomeranian jumping onto my lap."
Ugh, a dog again? Does Phîi get in the mood with a dog?
Dear bared his fangs at Purin’s shirt, wanting to bite hard for being compared to a yappy small dog. Compare me to a Siberian, I won’t complain! Seeing Porsche focus back on the screen, Dear lost confidence.
All this snuggling, and you’re not into me at all?
I thought it’d be like those Sailor Moon duo novels. Didn’t they say when the receiver gets close, coos, acts cute, the attacker pounces like a wolf? I’m close, rubbing my head, ears pressed, bathed with fragrant soap... why so calm?
No breasts? Nah.
His confidence plummeted, like a game’s green bar dropping to red. He took a deep breath.
Fine, let’s do it.
Dear buried his face in Porsche’s neck, summoning courage (from when Porsche did it), blowing warm breath on his neck, pretending to snuggle, pressing his mouth to warm skin.
Phîi Porsche smells like sunlight again.
Grab.
"Stop it, Dear. I'm ticklish."
What?! I’m teasing to death, and you say ticklish?!
A big hand grabbed Dear’s messy head, pushing him back to the chest, scolding like a naughty puppy. Dear, trying to flirt, gaped, confidence bar dropping with beep beep warnings in his head.
"Phîi Porsche..."
"One sec, Dear. About to catch the bad guy."
Beeeep! Smile!
The bar shattered with a clang, a long signal of character death. Game over.
I can’t take it!
Whoosh
Dear pushed Porsche away, grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and plopped onto the floor in front of the sofa, face red with anger, sanity gone, pure emotion left.
Thrust.
"What are you doing, Dear?"
"Just sit there, you crazy Phîi Porsche!" Dear, kneeling between Purin’s legs, spoke in a strong voice, hands pulling at Porsche’s pajama pants. A big hand rested on his messy head.
"Dear," Purin called softly, making Dear, busy pulling pants off hips, look up sheepishly, eyes showing grievance, face like he’d cry, comparing himself unforgivably to Porsche’s ex.
"What’s wrong?"
"Phîi Porsche, seriously, am I that charmless? Not even a bit? Offering myself like this, you feel nothing for me... not a bit, right?!" The half-whining, half-grieving voice of the puppy on the floor made Purin nearly smile.
"Who said..."
"See? I’m teasing you right here! Why don’t you do anything? Do it! Because I’m not Khun Patty!" Dear blurted his purpose, jealousy spilling out. Did he realize? No. Just stared with red eyes, making Purin nearly smile.
"I didn’t act, not because you’re not Patty, but because I was waiting to see how you’d flirt."
"I’m flirting right here!!!... with you. Wait."
Wait, Phîi Porsche sounds like... he knows.
"Hey!!! Phîi Porsche knows I’m... uh... flirting..."
"Since you buried your face in my chest. Who rubs their nose hard at the neck base? I almost couldn’t hold back minutes ago but wanted to see how far my puppy could go."
Dear, miserably flirting, gaped, meeting knowing sharp eyes and a smile he wanted to trample. Realizing this, he lost strength, flopping onto Porsche’s thigh, mumbling.
Damn, so embarrassing I’ll die. He glanced at Porsche, cheeks flushed.
"Phîi, seriously... I mean, it’s weird for me to ask, being a guy, but... does Phîi Porsche want to... um... do something with me?"
"Want to... and want it a lot."
Purin spoke firmly, big hand stroking Dear’s hair gently, then touching his changing-color cheek, sharp face smiling slightly.
"Why wouldn’t I want to do something with the one I love?"
Gulp
Dear froze, staring into serious sharp eyes. Heart pounding, face hot, he lowered his head, seeing the pants’ edge slipping, revealing faint hair below the navel.
The sight made his face burn, and he spoke softly.
"I’ll... do it for Phîi."
Purin nearly objected, ego high, preferring to please with his love style, but seeing Dear’s shy, held-back speech, the deep voice replied.
"Sure."
With permission, Dear slowly pulled down the pajama pants with Porsche’s help. His white face reddened, almost losing its original color, seeing his effort wasn’t wasted. At least... Phîi Porsche was more than half aroused.
Grab
Though he never thought of touching anyone’s, Dear now held the large core carefully, glancing at its uncomplaining owner, starting to stroke along its length.
"Umm." Porsche groaned softly, encouraging Dear. His hands stroked harder, kneeling on the carpet, eyes on the large thing that had entered him before, amazed he endured the pain.
Maybe because, except the first night, Phîi Porsche never hurt me.
Fine. Phîi Porsche did it for me. Why can’t I do it for him!
Whoosh
Red-faced, red-eared, Dear lowered his head, licking lightly at the tip. Porsche tensed, abdominal muscles clenching, growling audibly.
"Dear... if you don’t want to... you don’t have to."
"It’s fine. Phîi Porsche does it for me. Why can’t I do it for Phîi Porsche?" Dear mumbled, opening his mouth, lips covering the tip lightly, actions saying he’d do it, nearly making Purin smile, except...
"Ouch!"
"Phîi Porsche, does it hurt? Hey, I... I mean..."
"I'm fine. Don’t panic. Just avoid teeth."
"Ah... um..." Purin, feeling a sharp pain, spoke reassuringly, big hand stroking soft hair, easing Dear’s disappointed face, not wanting to dampen his effort. Dear opened his mouth, covering his lips again.
"That’s... good." Praised, Dear took the large part deeper, inching closer, hands helping, tongue licking along the length without disgust.
If it were anyone else, I swear I’d vomit, brush my teeth, and gargle antiseptic twenty times. But with Phîi Porsche...
Just his soft groans make me hot all over.
"Good... good boy..." Purin watched Dear’s red face above his member, fresh pink mouth wrapping, misty round eyes, hair falling over cheeks, and seductive expression stirring emotions.
Especially as Dear pulled back and pressed down again.
It’s... more seductive and sexier than anyone.
Others had done oral for him, many, but none looked so innocent, or adorable, with hot charm making him suppress pushing that cute face deeper.
Dear’s not used to it... might not breathe.
"Um... ah, good, good boy..." Purin said calmly, trembling hand stroking Dear’s cheek, jaw clenched.
As Dear moved slowly, he said hoarsely, "Faster, Dear?"
Dear looked startled but pressed deeper, speeding up sucking, making Purin shiver, gripping the sofa, eyes closed as pleasure waves were pampered by the red lips he kissed daily.
"Ah... Dear... um..." Low groans made Dear, kneeling, speed up, more deft, pushing the large part into his throat, lips tight, tasting the spicy throat flavor.
Why do I love Phîi Porsche’s low groans?
Dear moved closer, hands on lap, face moving in and out, driving Purin nearly mad.
"Uh... um..." Soft groans from Dear’s throat.
Clutch
"Ugh!" Dear jolted as Porsche grabbed his nape, pushing into the warm mouth, unable to hold back. The deep press nearly choked Dear, but he followed the lead of the one nearing the goal.
Thrust Thrust Thrust
"Ummmmmmmmm." Purin closed eyes tight, clenched jaw, released into the warm mouth, making Dear cough loudly, pulling away, eyes teary.
"Dear, ah, I'm sorry. I didn’t plan to release into your mouth, but I couldn’t hold back." Panting, Purin held Dear’s coughing shoulders. Dear shook his head hard.
"I’m fine..."
Gulp
Their eyes met, paused, then Purin smiled.
Grab
"Mm!" Purin yanked Dear close, kissing his fresh pink mouth, tongue tasting his own bitter love water, pulling Dear to straddle his lap, hands quickly pulling off basketball shorts to the knees.
"Ah... Phîi, Phîi Porsche." Dear groaned shakily, too late to look as Purin pulled him into an embrace, hand slipping into underwear to touch the sensitive part, making him shiver.
"I'm glad you’re this wet."
Dear bit his lip, wanting to protest, but couldn’t deny he was soaked. A thumb rubbing the tip made him shudder, hugging Porsche tight.
Whoosh
Underwear bunched with shorts, big palm gripping, stroking the length, kissing red lips ceaselessly, kiss sounds echoing the room, groans from Dear’s throat as he shivered.
"Phîi Porsche, ugh, ya, aah!" Dear, saying don’t, tensed as a long fingertip entered the tight passage. Loud panting, he buried his face in the broad shoulder, feeling no pain with desire hitting the ceiling.
Admitted, using my mouth on Phîi Porsche aroused me.
Thrust
Dear was pushed until his back pressed the soft sofa, legs spread wide, Purin’s large body kissing again, hand pressing into the tight passage, expanding for something larger, other hand under his shirt, squeezing soft nipple hard.
"Ah, I, Phîi Porsche, hua..." Dear panted, hugging Purin’s neck, hips moving with the fingertip’s rhythm.
"Feel good?"
"More, don’t ask... hua... feels like dying... don’t ask..."
"Can I enter now?"
Dear’s face flushed deeper, jolting as the fingertip hit the inner sensitive spot, groaning loud. "Mm... I mean... enter now..."
Purin pulled out, lifting Dear’s legs over his shoulders, sharp eyes gleaming at the nearly nude body beneath.
Flushed face, misty round eyes, fluttering lids, seductive red lips moaning, erect nipples begging for touch, making Purin rub lightly, small body writhing, tight passage clenching, wanting to be filled, driving him wild.
Though Dear’s a man, he’s prettier, more innocent, cuter than Patty by who knows how much... cute... want to love hard.
Swoosh
"Aaaaaah!!! Pa... Phîi Porsche, na, tight, so tight..." The large core entering the tightness made Dear groan loud, hands flailing, grabbing a soft pillow, fingers digging, tears streaming from shivering pleasure racing through his body.
"Cute... why so cute... like this, hmm Dear..."
Swoosh
"Aah!!!"
Purin growled, pushing in fully, making Dear scream, neck craning, body trembling, warm passage clenching until Purin nearly went mad, hands lifting small ankles higher.
Thrust... thrust
"Hua, feels good, Dear, feels good... ah..." Dear cried shakily as the hot rod moved inside, one hand gripping the pillow, the other covering his face in shame under bright light. Purin, jaw clenched, moved slowly, pulling the small hand away.
"Ya... don’t look..."
"Let me look. Know how beautiful... how beautiful you are..." Normally, Dear wouldn’t care for praise, but Purin’s desiring face, wild eyes, made him shy, turning away.
Thrust Thrust Thrust
"More, aah, Phîi Porsche, so, ya, don’t look, I’m shy... mm... my face must look... bad..." Dear shook his head as the large thing thrust harder, trying to turn away as Porsche stared at his pleasure-twisted face, making Purin’s eyes gleam.
"Ah aahhhh, ta... there, ooh, feels good there... ah..." Dear writhed as the core hit the inner sensitive spot, craning his neck, tears flowing.
"Here?"
"Ooh, I mean, there... hard... harder..." Dear’s plea made Purin clench his jaw, moving into the warm softness hard and fast, gaze on the cute face, now so desirable it was like pouring oil on fire, firm hips moving harder, spreading soft buttocks for deeper entry.
"Can’t take... kiss me... kiss... please."
Purin pressed on the red mouth, lower body relentless, muffled groans from Dear’s throat, small hands digging nails into the broad back.
Sweat streamed, Purin yanked off Dear’s shirt, bare skin grinding, flesh-slapping sounds loud with relentless hot penetration.
Soon, Dear closed his eyes tight, groaned loud, releasing all desire onto their stomachs. Purin pulled out.
Thrup
"Aaaah!!!" Dear, flipped onto the sofa, arched back as the scorching heat entered anew, shivering, responding to Purin’s unreached desire, jolting as fingertips pinched soft nipple lightly.
"Ugh... ah, Dear, Dear, ummmmmmm." Purin roared, hands gripping small hips, moving rapidly, releasing all desire into the tight passage, overflowing white thighs.
Thud
Dear collapsed exhausted on the sofa, Purin overlaying, hugging the small waist, burying his face in the sweaty neck.
"Phîi Porsche... hack... hack..." Dear, face on the pillow, called, panting.
Purin groaned in response. "Not... hack... bad, right?"
Dear nearly laughed, but Purin’s hand touched the small chest bead, lips kissing the back lightly.
"Not bad. Really good."
"Better than... that woman...?" Dear closed eyes, shy but curious, hearing a chuckle, jolting as a fingertip teased his nipple.
"Want to know..." Purin whispered, nipping the small earlobe.
"... let me embrace you again, and I’ll tell."
The unfair deal made Dear want to protest, not recovered, but as Purin arranged him to hold the sofa backrest, his body complied, wanting to ask another question.
Like, do I... um... have something good for Phîi to take?
But too shy, he kept it inside. At least Phîi Porsche liked his mouth.
If asked, Purin would say Dear has a lot... so much he wants to do many things, but slowly, afraid to startle him. Heh.
***
"Go back to your place!"
"Oh, Ryu khrap. Can’t I stay? Please, I'm a good Nong."
"Good shit what. Go! I don’t want to see your face!"
At Phîi Rahad’s room, Sun pleaded, coaxed, but Ryu looked ready to kill. The reason? The Sailor Moon duo.
Dream, Phîi Porsche, and Phîi Tawan (who called to confirm he could return alone) rode back to the city in Shin’s BMW, with only Sun’s Nongs and the half-breed youth chattering. Ryu sat shrunken by the door, facing out.
When Shin dropped the girls off, they bid the new Phîi farewell, ignoring the old one. Before entering the house, both wai’ed Ryu.
Janjao said, "Phîi Ryu, can Janjao have your Line?"
Though confused, Ryu agreed, and the mischievous one smiled, dropping a bomb.
"See you later. Next time, have Phîi Sun bring you to eat at Janjao’s house... Mom probably wants to meet you."
Janjao’s sly gaze scared Sun, She must know. Ryu, pale, stayed silent, face sullen, getting off at Ryu’s place instead of the dorm.
Wish you luck.
Damn, I hate that phrase now. Even without cases like ours!
"Is Phîi Ryu mad at me? Don’t be, I’m sorry na, Ryu." Sun used charm, stepping closer, but Ryu raised a foot.
"Not mad. Go back. I want to sleep!" Mouth said not mad, but scary eyes made Sun hesitate, then fake a long sigh.
"Sorry... Phîi won’t... break up with me, right?"
"If you don’t go now, I will!" Ryu’s ultimatum made Sun want to pounce. Acting stern now, but mewling like a kitten in bed.
"Fine, I’ll go. But first, I’ll tell Phîi Ryu..." Sun met his eyes, smiling wide.
"... I really freaking like you so much." Ryu froze, letting Sun lean in quick.
Smack
"Call me good night tonight, khrap." Fearing Ryu’s reaction, Sun zipped to the elevator. Ryu, stunned, almost rubbed his cheek but flipped the middle finger instead, stomping into the room angrily.
Inside, Ryu dropped everything by the TV, grabbed the phone, and called someone.
"Phîi Lan Lan Lan, help me! What do I do if I have to eat at that girl’s house?" Hearing his sister, Ryu slipped into cute pronouns with Phîis, which Sun would pounce on.
[Hmm, Nong has a romantic partner?]
"No, no, oh na... Phîi Lan, help me. How do I win that girl’s heart?" Mouth hating that damned kid, Ryu asked, trembling, thinking one thing.
If I go to Sun’s house, how do I make them like me? I’m stressed!
The fierce one rubbed his face hard, stressed, forgetting he said he didn’t want to be Sun’s romantic partner. Why was he so stressed when invited to his house?
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