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Bang!
“How was your friend’s birthday party, Dear?” As Dear stepped into the luxurious condo, the tall figure emerging from the kitchen with a beer can spoke up, prompting the young man to purse his lips slightly, staring at Porsche intently.
What’s so great about Porsche? Why does that woman have to steal him? Fine, he’s handsome, tall, rich, and even in dark pajamas, he makes my heart race. Just lifting that beer can to sip looks cool. His warm personality made my heart surrender at fifteen. But so what? Does she have to steal what’s mine?
Porsche is mine.
“Something wrong, little one? You look peculiar,” Purin said, noticing Dear’s possessive expression. He stepped closer, placing a large hand on Dear’s forehead.
Just kind, warm, and caring—that’s all he’s got, so why steal what’s mine?
“You’re not feverish. What’s up, little puppy?” Purin’s soft, warm voice was soothing.
Ugh, I can’t take it.
Grab!
“Hmm?” Unable to hold back, Dear moved in, burying himself in Purin’s warm chest, arms wrapping around his slim waist. Purin, initially surprised, soon smiled softly.
Grab!
“What’s wrong?” Purin set the beer can on the counter, wrapping both arms around Dear’s waist, gently swaying. Dear hugged tighter, nuzzling deeper into the broad chest, thinking only one thing:
Porsche is mine, my romantic partner. I won’t give him to anyone.
“Nothing,” Dear mumbled muffledly, making Purin chuckle.
“Trying to tease me?”
Push!
“Psycho! I’m done. My butt still hurts,” Dear said, shoving Purin’s chest hard, face flushing as he grabbed his bag and muttered quickly.
“I’m going to shower first.” He started to dash to his room, but Purin grabbed his arm.
“Shower in my room and sleep there tonight. No escaping to your own room.” It sounded like a command from the tall boss, making Dear’s red lips pout as he looked up to argue.
“Why do I have to sleep in your room? I have my own.” Though he barely slept there, only retreating during exams or when his butt hurt, like now. His question made Purin grin widely, his words sending heat through Dear’s face and neck.
“I want to sleep holding you.”
“Porsche, you’re bloody fucking crazy,” Dear muttered softly, pulling his hand free and darting into the room, leaving Purin laughing, knowing the little puppy was embarrassed again.
Was he being clingy just now?
Purin’s thought was confirmed past one in the morning.
“Dear, go to bed,” Purin said, entering the bedroom after finishing his work. The red-lipped youth was frantically clicking the mouse at his beloved laptop. As soon as Purin spoke, Dear closed the game instantly, no complaints about finishing the round or caring about friends cursing him online.
After shutting down, Dear spun Purin’s commandeered office chair, looking up with blinking eyes, cheeks flushed, and mumbled softly, “Carry me.”
“Hmm?” Purin’s eyes widened slightly before he burst out laughing.
“Why’re you laughing? Fine, I’ll walk to bed myself.”
Grab!
“Did I say I wouldn’t carry you?” Purin said, pressing Dear’s shoulders, smiling broadly. Dear, suppressing his embarrassment, looked up with blinking eyes.
“Come on, wrap your arms around my neck properly.”
“Hey! I meant piggyback, not… not that kind of carry!” Dear’s voice shook as Purin bent down, sliding one hand under his knees, the other under his backside. Dear squirmed, realizing it was a bridal carry, but his protests went ignored.
Grab!
“You’re pretty heavy, little one,” Purin teased, lifting Dear effortlessly. Dear instinctively grabbed his neck, avoiding eye contact as Purin strode to the bed and set him down, too embarrassed to look up but complaining to cover it.
“You crush me all the time, and I never complain you’re heavy.”
“You complain it’s tight instead…”
Push!
“Âi Porsche, you psycho!” Dear punched Purin’s shoulder hard, mouth agape at the casual remark. True, but it wasn’t complaining. It was moaning, not whining!
Let-me-die, Porsche is teasing me again.
“Lie down properly. I’m turning off the light,” Purin said, pulling the large blanket over Dear’s legs, then switching off the light and slipping under the same blanket.
“Porsche,” Dear called out within seconds of Purin lying down.
“Hmm?”
“Hug me,” Dear mumbled softly, making Purin roll onto his side. Through the darkness, he saw Dear’s hopeful, clear eyes.
Grab!
Without a word, Purin’s arms pulled Dear’s small frame into his embrace, slipping an arm under his neck like a pillow, their bodies pressing closer. His deep voice teased, “So, not teasing me but being clingy, huh, little puppy?” Dear almost pushed him away but instead snuggled closer, arms wrapping around Purin’s waist, deciding to press his face into Purin’s chest, admitting, Yeah, I’m being clingy.
No big breasts, no curvy figure, no soft femininity, no cunning charms, but one thing I’m confident in—my clinginess. Even tough Jae Dream fell for it. So, I’ll use every bit of it on Porsche.
Even if it’s more embarrassing than clinging to my sister, Dream.
“Keep being this clingy, and you’ll hurt worse,” Purin warned.
“If you don’t pity this black-eyed puppy, go ahead. Don’t care if I hurt,” Dear retorted, voice tinged with playful defiance. Purin kissed his temple lightly, inhaling the sweet shampoo scent.
“Being this attractive today, what’s up?” Purin sensed something off, asking directly, feeling Dear squirm in his arms. He gently patted Dear’s head.
“So I’m not attractive usually?” Dear whined.
“Heh, admitting you’re attractive now? Thought you said you’re handsome,” Purin laughed, knowing Dear would protest, but instead…
“Only attractive for you, Porsche. Is that bad?”
Freeze.
Purin froze, heart pounding at Dear’s murmured words against his chest, a rush of emotion surging through him. He buried his face in Dear’s pale neck, hand slipping under Dear’s shorts, caressing his hip, whispering, “Being this attractive, I can’t guarantee your safety.”
“So anyone attractive gets you going, huh?” Dear shot back.
Freeze.
The heated moment shattered instantly. Purin stopped, looking down as Dear nestled closer, clearly thinking something.
Patty? But I cleared that up.
“Who do you mean, Dear?” Purin asked directly, hand on Dear’s waist, voice soft to coax the truth. Dear bit his lip, torn between speaking and silence.
Born a man, but challenged by a woman like this… bloody hell, it’s awful. Awful because I won’t lose to her kind.
“Porsche, can I ask?” Without waiting, Dear continued, “Have you ever loved anyone else? I know you’ve had lots of romantic partners, in Thailand and America. Did you… ever love those women? And if you didn’t, how could you have sex with them?” The questions, brewing since the train ride home, spilled out. Purin tightened his embrace slightly.
Why ask if it’ll hurt you, Dear?
Though hesitant, Purin sighed and answered. “Promise you won’t get mad if I answer.” Dear nodded, urging another sigh from Purin.
“Because of Dream.”
Freeze.
Two words made Dear’s face pale, heart nearly stopping. His hands, gripping Purin, trembled. Despite trusting both his sister and his romantic partner, old wounds weren't fully healed.
Purin quickly explained. “I always thought I loved Dream, just thought, Dear. It’s not that I didn’t try loving others. I dated those women to test my feelings. One at a time, not together,” he clarified preemptively, then continued, “I wanted to know if I could love someone else. I tried to care for them, to love them. When it came to sex, it was just physical. It didn’t bind my heart. When they ended things, I agreed—no pain, no hurt. It all ended because my heart was tied to Dream…”
The more I hear, the hotter my eyes burn… bloody hell, I want to cry.
Dear’s thoughts stung, pain overwhelming as he wanted to block his ears. But Purin’s warm lips on his cheek urged him to listen on.
“Until you came into my life, everything changed. I like being near you, kissing you, holding you. I started forgetting Dream. When I visited home, I saw you, not her. I realized my feelings for Dream weren’t the love I have for you.” Purin paused, gathering his thoughts. “I never loved anyone until I loved you.”
Dear looked up, meeting Purin’s eyes. Purin smiled faintly, fingers brushing Dear’s cheek. “It might be unfair to those women, but I never loved them. They came and went. But with you, it’s different. I won’t let you go, won’t let our relationship end. And I won’t let you test your love for me with any woman.”
Purin’s final words were firm. He understood his feelings clearly, but Dear, just eighteen, might think this a fleeting mistake or a test of his charm. That’d be trouble.
Thud.
“Psycho, who would I test it with? I’ve secretly loved you for three years,” Dear muttered, punching Purin’s shoulder, feeling foolish. He’d been hurt moments ago, but now he smiled.
Maybe the only good thing about Porsche thinking he loved Jae Dream was that he didn’t love anyone else until me.
“What about sex… can you really do it with anyone?” Dear asked again, making Purin grimace, tempted to smack the cheeky youth.
“I’ll pass on that one.”
“Porsche, come on~”
I wonder if someone fed my puppy something to make him this clingy, rubbing his head against my chest like that.
“Answer me, Porsche,” Dear insisted, and Purin relented, reminding himself not to spoil Dear too much.
“Fine, fine, khrap. Yeah, I can do it with anyone.”
Freeze.
“See? Now you’re upset. Why ask?” Purin patted Dear’s head gently, elaborating before Dear got ideas. “Sex is physical, not strange to have with anyone. But listen, when I love someone, I don’t care about the physical. I care about the heart. If being with someone else hurts the one I love, I’d never do it. And trust me, I’ve never been as happy with anyone as I am making love with you.”
“Why?” Dear asked, blushing but curious.
Grab!
“Enough bedtime stories. Sleep.”
“Hey, I’m not a youth who needs stories!”
“Look at those wide, sparkling eyes,” Purin teased, not poking Dear’s eyelids but leaning down to kiss one, then the other. The warm touch calmed Dear’s heart unbelievably.
“You’re always a cheater,” Dear grumbled but nestled into Purin’s chest willingly. Purin, stroking Dear’s soft hair, wanted to retort.
Who’s the real cheater? Don’t you know you’re making me blush?
Yes, Purin was embarrassed to admit that doing things with someone he loved felt infinitely better than just physical mechanics. With Dear, it was special, their bodies becoming one. But no way would he let Dear test that with someone else.
Being my romantic partner is enough.
Meanwhile, Dear clung tightly to his romantic partner, thinking, Porsche is mine, and I won’t give him to anyone.
***
“Post it or not?”
At the same time, Sun lounged on a soft sofa, staring at a photo of himself with Âi Ae’s person, debating. His hand wavered, unsure.
I want to know if Phîi Ryu will get jealous, but this is a despicable move, Âi Sun. What if Phîi Ryu doesn’t care?
Creak.
“When are you going back to your dorm?”
Whoosh!
“Nooo, I’m full, I’m stuffed, I can’t move!” As Phîi Ryu stepped in from the balcony after talking to family, Sun hid his phone, flashing a clingy smile, voice drawn out like when he showed up near nine, knocking.
“Phîi Ryu, can I hang out in your room? I brought snacks from that famous Paragon shop.”
Phîi Ryu, not one for food bribes, let him in to lounge, with one condition: leave before midnight.
Whose romantic partner is this bloody heartless?
“Whatever, you’ll leave eventually,” Phîi Ryu said with a superior smirk, keeping his distance, as if Sun were a psycho ready to pounce.
“Where’re you going, Phîi Ryu?”
“To shower.”
“I’ll shower too.”
“Eat my foot,” Phîi Ryu replied charmingly, raising a fist. Sun pouted, feigning a tantrum, but Phîi Ryu ignored him, slamming the bedroom door. Sun’s fake sulk lasted a minute.
“Where’s that spare key?” Nai Athit sprang to the kitchen drawer, recalling Phîi Ryu stashing keys there. He soon found two or three keys on a ring, grinning slyly.
“Heh, just ten p.m. Plenty of time.”
Shhh.
In the bathroom, the shower’s water hitting tiles drowned out sounds from outside. Ryu, rinsing shampoo, couldn’t stop thinking about the guy lounging in his room.
I should kick him out. Why am I soft on him? Ryu muttered, scrubbing his hair, frustrated with his recent actions.
Why do I care if Âi Sun’s sister likes me? We’re breaking up anyway.
The thought of breaking up made his bare body feel oddly unsettled, a hollow pang he couldn’t place, lost in thought, unaware of the psycho sneaking into the bathroom.
Now naked, Sun’s sharp eyes traced Ryu’s pale back, swallowing hard. His gaze slid from beautiful shoulders to a slim waist, soft-looking white backside, water streaming down pale skin, making him visibly aroused.
Grab!
“Ugh!” Ryu jumped as hands grabbed his waist. Eyes shut tight against soap, he could only thrash, but the sticky hands held firm, a husky voice whispering, “It’s me, Phîi Ryu.”
Damn, your voice sends shivers through me.
“What the hell are you doing? Get out!” Ryu wiped his face furiously, turning to glare at the hands on his waist, anger masking fear.
This situation is dangerous.
“Too late, Phîi. I’m… so damn turned on,” Sun said, voice trembling, pressing something against Ryu’s white backside, making him jump.
“You… again!” Ryu’s voice shook, eyes wide as Âi-nuisance grabbed his sensitive lower part, warm chest pressing against Ryu’s bare back. That look in Sun’s eyes was utterly lascivious.
“I’ll wash you, Phîi Ryu.”
“No… Sun, I don’t want it,” Ryu protested shakily, but the desperately aroused Sun ignored him, quickly pouring liquid soap and lathering Ryu’s wet body.
“Ugh, Sun, no, ahh!” Ryu gasped.
“Know what, Phîi Ryu? I’ve always wanted to lather up my romantic partner, see how hot it’d be,” Sun whispered, hands teasing Ryu’s core. With slippery soap, Ryu trembled, moans echoing in the bathroom.
“Don’t deny it, Phîi. You want me bad,” Sun whispered, nibbling Ryu’s ear softly, one hand sliding to Ryu’s flat stomach, then up to his chest, utterly captivated.
Grab!
“So soft, so slippery. Love it.”
“Ah… Âi’horny!” Ryu exclaimed.
“Yeah, I’m horny for you, Phîi Ryu. Look, the more I rub, the harder it gets. So slippery,” Sun mused, like an experiment, fingers circling Ryu’s pale nipples. With slick soap, they hardened, and Sun reveled in teasing them, making Ryu pant heavily.
“Phîi Ryu, khrap, kiss me,” Sun whispered, and Ryu, face flushed, turned, one hand bracing the wall as his legs weakened.
“Mmm.”
I said you’re like a tiger normally, but now you’re a seductive cat.
Sun’s arousal surged, eyes on Ryu’s watery gaze, trembling body, heavy breaths, accepting him fully. He wanted to ravish him.
“Open your mouth a bit, khrap,” Sun urged, and Ryu complied sweetly, parting his lips. Sun leaned in closer.
“Stick out your tongue.” As Ryu obeyed, Sun’s tongue lightly tangled with his outside their mouths. His hands roamed Ryu’s pale body, fingers roughly teasing Ryu’s reddened, wet tip.
“Ah! Sun, it’s… intense, mmm!” Ryu’s cry faded into his throat as Sun pushed his tongue back in, kissing hard. Ryu grabbed Sun’s arm, returning the kiss fiercely.
“Sun… I can’t… faster…” Ryu pleaded shakily, body tensing under Sun’s soapy, teasing hands. His plea nearly broke Sun’s restraint.
Grab!
“Ahh!” Ryu yelped as Sun pressed him against the wall, hands squeezing and parting his backside, a finger sliding into the tight space, sending a shock through Ryu, heart nearly stopping.
Slip!
“Ahh!” Ryu cried out, eyes wide, as Sun’s slippery finger pressed inside, the mix of warmth and coolness deep within making his eyes water, hands gripping the wall tightly.
“I can’t take it. I want in, I’m dying,” Sun muttered, moving his finger in and out, trying to stay calm, driving Ryu wild with both pain and pleasure.
Rustle.
“Ugh… ah… no, Sun, take it out, don’t do that!” Ryu, flushed red, moaned shakily, shaking his head, tensing fully, grabbing Sun’s hand. Sun’s sharp eyes, fixed on the tight space, met Ryu’s gaze.
“Phîi Ryu, please, I can’t take it. It’ll only hurt a bit…”
“No, no… Sun, I’m scared… your finger’s one thing, but that’s another size. No… if you don’t stop, I’ll… I’ll break up with you!” Ryu’s teary, pleading eyes softened Sun instantly, instinct and mind battling, but his heart won out.
“You promise, if I stop, you won’t talk about breaking up again,” Sun bargained, barely containing himself. Ryu nodded frantically, and Sun withdrew his finger, pulling Ryu into a tight hug.
“You’re heartless. I’m dying here,” Sun groaned, pressing his aroused part against Ryu’s beautiful backside. Ryu, wiping tears with the back of his hand, whispered, “Do anything… just don’t go inside.”
Sun sighed heavily, cursing himself for teasing Ryu, now suffering himself. He gripped Ryu’s midsection again.
Whoosh!
“I said don’t go inside!”
“Not inside. Keep your legs tight,” Sun whispered heavily, sliding his large part between Ryu’s clenched thighs, kissing his cheeks and lips repeatedly, hands stroking Ryu’s sensitive part, drawing low moans.
Meanwhile, Ryu felt overwhelmed—tingling, flushed, hot all over—as Sun’s large core rubbed between his thighs. Honestly, he didn’t mind Sun’s part; it felt good, making him press his thighs tighter, turning to kiss the nuisance passionately.
I know I’m wrong, but fear doesn’t care.
“Ha, Phîi Ryu, Phîi Ryu…”
“Mmm… Sun… ugh… Sun, ahh, faster…” Their moans echoed through the spacious bathroom, fueling their desire. Both moved more intensely until Ryu buried his face in his hands, looking down at his release in Sun’s hand.
Simultaneously, Sun rubbed frantically, panting heavily, releasing white fluid between Ryu’s thighs.
Finished, Sun grabbed the showerhead, rinsing haphazardly, avoiding Ryu’s heaving, wall-leaning form. He handed Ryu the showerhead, saying quickly, “I’ll wait outside,” grabbing Ryu’s towel and darting out without looking back, leaving the shocked cat reeling.
“Sun… Âi Sun!” Ryu called, but got no response. Shaking, he rinsed off, slipped on his discarded boxers, and hurried out.
“Sun…”
“I’m heading back to my dorm, Phîi,” Sun said, fully dressed, bag slung over his shoulder, ready to leave. Ryu stood frozen, water dripping, heart admitting fear—fear Âi Sun was angry.
“You’re all wet, Phîi,” Sun said, jaw clenched, turning back to wrap Ryu in the same towel before stepping back quickly, as if avoiding touch. Ryu grabbed his arm instinctively.
“You… can stay here.”
Damn, what are you saying, Âi Ryu?
But Ryu’s heart sank further as Âi-annoying-fucker, who should’ve pounced, shook his head, glanced at Ryu’s pale chest, and pulled his arm free.
“Phîi Ryu, I’m serious. I’m so turned on just looking at you. If I stay tonight, even if you cry, I’ll probably force you. So, I’m going back. See you at uni, khrap.” With that, the psycho who’d been all kisses and gropes turned and left quickly.
Everything I did was for Phîi Ryu. If I stayed, seeing his beautiful face, pale body, and that intense expression, Âi Sun would surely overpower him.
Ryu, unaware of this, stood stunned, watching Sun leave, eyes welling up.
“Don’t be mad, Sun. Please don’t be mad. I’m just scared… I’m sorry,” Ryu said shakily, wiping tears roughly, heart sinking at Sun’s abrupt exit.
I wanted it too, but I was scared… scared enough to make Sun angry.
“Don’t be mad. I don’t want you mad,” Ryu whispered, unaware how much he cared for his romantic partner.
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