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The room fell silent as two young women gaped at the little one, arms around the taller man’s neck, kissing fiercely. Patty looked like she’d seen a ghost in broad daylight, but Darinphan’s wide-eyed shock turned to delight seconds later.
My Nong Dear’s finally acting like my brother! Darinphan thought.
Purin hadn’t expected the young man, who’d dodged admitting the truth, to claim him so boldly. Shocked, Purin wrapped his arms around the slim waist, pulling him close, heart racing at the adorable jealousy he’d never seen before.
So cute, I’ll kiss him back to match, Purin thought.
Ugh!
Before he could, a scream from the young woman who’d just caused a scene pierced the air. Dear flinched, pulling back from his unexpected act, eyes wide, turning to Patty as if asking himself, What the hell did I do?!
“No way! Impossible! Phîi Porsche with this youth? No way!” Patty shrieked, losing it, shuddering at the thought of two men together, shaking her head violently, unable to accept it.
“Phîi Porsche likes women! How could he… with a guy? Lies! You siblings are tricking me again!” Patty’s eyes nearly popped, pointing between Dream and Dear.
Darinphan just shrugged.
“Seeing the truth and can’t handle it? Yah, Porsche’s romantic partner isn’t me, it’s my Nong,” Darinphan said.
“Eek! No! Disgusting!” Patty’s clear disgust made Purin frown, knowing trouble would follow. Shouldn’t have dated Patty, he thought, annoyed at her reaction.
“Tell me it’s not true, Phîi Porsche! Say you’re normal!” Patty demanded.
“It’s true,” Purin said firmly, holding the stunned Dear tightly, gazing at his pale face, drained of color.
“I’ve been with Dear for a while,” Purin added.
“Clear enough, Miss Panties?” Darinphan smirked, leaning in, emphasizing each word. Patty whipped around, eyes red with fury.
“I don’t believe it! You think I’ll buy this nonsense? I know Phîi Porsche isn’t gay!” Her stubbornness made Darinphan sigh. Pity this narrow-minded girl. The world’s moved on; men don’t just pair with women anymore. Thought she’d be modern, but she’s just a frog in a well, Darinphan thought.
Purin’s face hardened. “I am now!”
If gay means loving a guy, yeah, I’m Purin, and I’m that, he thought.
Grab
“Ugh!” Dear froze as Phîi Porsche cupped his cheeks, lifting his face, crushing his lips against Dear’s red ones swiftly, making him moan softly. His body stiffened, mind blank, only tilting his head, eyes wide, letting Phîi Porsche invade.
Purin angled his face, slipping his tongue into the small mouth, grazing teeth, tangling with Dear’s soft tongue, urging the stunned young man to respond instinctively. Kissing sounds grew louder, their faces tilting perfectly.
Grab
Dear raised his arms, wrapping them around Purin’s neck, offering his lips, their tongues entwining repeatedly. Patty gaped, stunned.
“I… I…” Patty stammered, watching two men kiss passionately, no act. Like being kicked off a cliff, she thought, hands shaking, unable to bear the sight.
Grab
Patty snatched her bag, fleeing the room in shock, the image of two men searing her mind, shaking her belief that Purin wasn’t gay.
Patty was gone, but the two men kept kissing intensely. The young woman in the room didn’t interrupt, just sat wide-eyed, curious, watching like it was a movie. Purin pulled back from the sweet lips, hugging the little one.
“What’re you staring at?” Purin asked.
“Keep going, Porsche! I’ve never seen Dear this fiery. Pretend I’m not here,” Darinphan said, unashamed, gesturing to continue, promising to stay quiet.
Purin, pulling Dear to his chest, frowned at her. “Wait,” he said, dragging the young man toward the bedroom, unlike his usual polite self. Can’t hold back after Dear’s jealousy, he thought.
Darinphan smiled sweetly, shouting, “Dear, should Jae wait to take you home?”
Ugh!
Hearing his name, Dear flinched, looking back, dazed, unsure. Glancing at Phîi Porsche pulling him and his sister, he said, “Wait, Jae. I’ll go back with you.”
I can’t face Phîi Porsche. I’m dying of embarrassment, Dear thought.
“No need to wait. Go!” Purin said.
“Wait!” Dear shouted, resisting with all his strength. Purin frowned.
Grab
“Hey!” Dear yelped as the taller man hoisted him over his shoulder, telling Jae Dream in a low voice, “If you’re waiting, don’t disturb.”
What’s Phîi Porsche saying? Don’t disturb what?! Dear thought, stunned. Being carried, he tried propping himself up, seeing Jae Dream… waving like a pageant queen.
Does my sister care what Phîi Porsche might do to me? Dear thought.
Bang!
“Ugh… Phîi Porsche… don’t…” In the spacious bedroom, after Purin set the young man on the bed, he wasted no time, pressing over the smaller body, lips claiming the bright red mouth, tongue diving in selfishly. Despite Dear’s attempts to turn away, soft moans mixed with protests escaped his small lips.
“Don’t stop me,” Purin said lowly, kissing again, crushing the red lips that had kissed him first.
“Phîi Porsche… ugh…” Dear moaned as the fiery kiss continued. The man who usually teased slowly now pressed his hips, hot core rubbing Dear’s thigh. His hands quickly unbuttoned Dear’s student shirt, greedily stroking the pale chest.
“Ha… ha…”
Purin pulled back, eyeing his work on the panting young man, desire blazing in his eyes. He buried his face in Dear’s pale neck, kissing, nipping soft skin, making Dear tremble, breath hot with awakened desire.
“Phîi Porsche… Jae Dream’s… ha… outside,” Dear said.
Slurp “Forget her. You provoked me,” Purin said.
“I didn’t… ugh…” Dear denied shakily, shaking his head as Purin’s lips roamed his chest, faint stubble grazing skin, sending shivers.
Whoosh
Purin pulled back from the pale chest, staring at Dear’s teary round eyes, saying firmly, “Know this, Dear. Your jealousy makes me want to handle you right now.”
“Ugh!” Dear moaned as the hot mouth claimed his again. How’d my jealousy spark Phîi Porsche? he thought, but the man’s actions showed how much he wanted him, proving his foolish jealousy had ignited Phîi Porsche.
If you asked Purin, he’d admit a slight psycho streak, loving Dear’s possessiveness. This need to be owned is new, he thought.
“Ah!” Purin buried his face in the slim chest, kissing hard, making Dear moan. His large hand yanked off Dear’s pants, touching the cute, swollen part, stroking firmly until Dear moaned huskily.
“More, Phîi Porsche… ugh…” Dear clutched Purin’s dark hair, alternating between gripping and stroking as Purin’s lips closed over a pale nipple, tongue flicking, hardening it. His large hand stroked Dear’s core, rubbing until Dear panted loudly with pleasure.
“Phîi Porsche… ah… ugh…” Dear forgot his sister outside, pushing himself closer, urging Purin to consume him. His small hips moved toward the large hand.
Whoosh
Purin lifted one pale leg high, kissing the swollen lips again. Dear’s eyes widened, body jolting, lower half writhing, moans swallowed by Purin’s relentless tongue. Purin slid a long finger into the tight passage, sending shivers through Dear’s lower belly, tears brimming in his round eyes.
“Ah! Phîi… Phîi Porsche… ugh… it’s…” Dear stammered.
“Good boy… my good boy,” Purin murmured, kissing Dear’s sweaty cheeks, watching him pant, clinging tightly. Dear flinched repeatedly as Purin pressed his finger into the tight passage, stretching it for something larger.
Dear’s flushed face, shaking on the pillow, pleading eyes, made Purin soothe him softly. “I need you, Dear,” he whispered, guiding Dear’s hand from his shoulder to his fully erect core. Dear’s face burned, but he stroked the large shaft, whispering words that made Purin clench his jaw.
“I… ugh… need you too,” Dear said, a rare direct admission. Purin yanked off his pants, pulling the smaller body onto his lap, kissing the red lips until moans echoed. The little one pushed his lower half, their cores rubbing, moans filling the room.
“Ah!” Dear’s small mouth opened as the finger was withdrawn, a regretful cry escaping, but the large shaft rubbing at his entrance made him flush, body trembling.
“Look at me,” Purin said.
Grab
“No… ha… Phîi Porsche… ugh…” As Purin wanted to see his face, Dear shook his head, burying it in Purin’s sweaty neck, stifling moans as the large shaft pushed into the tight passage, making him tense.
“Good?” Purin asked.
“Ahh…” Dear didn’t answer, his body pressing down, engulfing the fiery shaft, pleasure surging through his belly. Like a rollercoaster, he thought, lifting and pressing down again, voice trembling, heart pounding.
Purin couldn’t hold back. Grab
“Ah, Phîi… more… Dear…” Dear moaned.
“Like that, good boy… like that… ha… grip me tight…” Purin held Dear’s hips with one hand, thrusting into the warm passage rapidly, making Dear moan wildly.
The small body on his lap writhed, arms tight around his neck, head tilted, meeting the burning thrusts relentlessly. Purin groaned lowly, guiding Dear’s body, pulling out and thrusting fully each time, making Dear jolt, panting, fearing the small frame might break.
“Good… ah… so good… I’m dying… Phîi Porsche… you make me feel… ah…” Dear, breathless, admitted shamelessly, body trembling. Who cares if I’m a guy? If having Phîi Porsche feels this good, I’m in, he thought.
His confession made Purin grit his teeth, restraining the urge to thrust harder into the small body.
Grab
“Why…” Dear’s shaky voice protested as Purin pulled out, pushing him flat on the bed.
“Ahhh! Phîi… Dear… ugh… ha…” Purin lifted one pale leg, thrusting in fully, making Dear gasp, then cry out as the fiery shaft pounded rapidly. Dear’s half-open eyes met Purin’s wild, desire-filled gaze.
“Dear, I need you,” Purin growled, thrusting into the tight passage again and again, unable to resist bullying the trembling body.
Dear’s too cute, too tempting, too bullyable. I can’t hold back, Purin thought.
“Ahhh! Phîi… Phîi Porsche… too hard…” Dear cried.
“Say you’re jealous,” Purin demanded firmly, thrusting harder, making Dear pant, wanting to protest but mind blank. The dripping tip was stroked and squeezed by Purin’s large hand, forcing Dear to moan as demanded.
“Jealous… ah… I’m jealous… of Phîi Porsche… ugh!” Dear moaned as Purin kissed him again. The thrusts, instead of slowing, intensified, urging Dear to close his eyes, releasing fully into Purin’s waiting hand.
Purin followed, his heat flooding the warm passage, making Dear flinch, hands gripping Purin’s shoulders tightly.
Thud
Purin collapsed, hugging the young man tightly, their heavy panting echoing in the wide room. Neither spoke, basking in the quiet release. Purin’s large hand gently stroked Dear’s hair, soothing.
“Phîi Porsche… you’re heavy,” Dear said softly after a while, the hot breath on his neck making him fear he’d feel it again. His protest made Purin hug tighter.
“I like it like this. A bit longer,” Purin said.
Dear’s face flushed. Like this means staying inside me, he thought, awkwardly patting Purin’s sweaty back.
“Phîi… about her…” Dear started.
“Forget her, Dear. Don’t mention her,” Purin said.
“But if she talks…” Dear countered, uneasy. Purin lifted his face, meeting worried round eyes, cupping soft cheeks.
“I don’t want to talk about that. Just us, okay?” Purin said softly, easing Dear inexplicably. Blame the endorphins from climax, Dear thought, nodding, asking dreamily, “Us… what about?”
“Heh,” Purin chuckled lowly, glancing at Dear’s lower half, making him gape, squirming to escape, protesting, “Jae Dream’s still here, Phîi!”
“Forget her,” Purin said, silencing Dear’s protests with a heavy kiss, swallowing all sounds.
Dear realized, Phîi Porsche is way more selfish than I thought.
When they finally left the bedroom, the condo was empty, save for Darinphan’s note: Enjoy your Phûa, but I’m taking the stir-fried veggies.
My sister loves me so much, always pushing me to have a Phûa! Dear thought.
***
“What’d you two do? One looks like he visited heaven, the other like hell,” Shin said Monday morning, greeting his friends entering the room. Sun grinned widely, greeting everyone, friendlier than usual, eyes and mouth beaming. Dear, however, floated in, eyes dark like he hadn’t slept, collapsing onto the lecture table.
“I went to heaven,” Sun said proudly, tossing a soda and snacks to the half-breed.
“Heaven?” Shin narrowed his eyes, noting Sun’s drastic change from last week’s sulking. He’s glowing, Shin thought, suspecting something.
“Got it?” Shin asked.
“Non-stop, till Phîi Ryu got a fever,” Sun boasted, scooting next to Shin, smirking, implying it was epic. Shin grinned.
“Made him feverish and you’re bragging?” Shin said.
“You get me, man. I waited so long. Phîi Ryu’s unreal. Won’t spill details—I’m protective. Last night, he was burning up, refused the hospital, so I was the good romantic partner, wiping him down, getting food and meds. I’m here to check in, then I’m out to watch my Mia,” Sun said.
“Bet you didn’t just wipe,” Shin teased slyly. Sun grinned, snapping his fingers.
“How could I resist? Rarely does Phîi Ryu moan like a kitten. Don’t want to say it… I want him sick three days a week. So damn cute,” Sun said, dreamy, picturing Ryu’s pale, trembling, clingy self.
Hurry, professor, I need to check in and get back to my Mia, Sun thought, staring at the door, urging time to speed up. Shin shrugged, turning to Dear, asking, “And you?”
Dear’s usually nosy, listening to every word, but today he’s off, Shin thought.
“Didn’t sleep,” Dear mumbled, face buried in the table. Shin raised an eyebrow, concerned.
“Why?” Shin asked, patting Dear’s head. Dear looked up, sheepish.
“Nightmares… all night,” Dear said.
“About?” Shin asked. Dear clammed up, face back on the table, haunted by days of dreams. Phîi Porsche said don’t mind what Patty says, but I’m stressed. Worried she’ll ruin his name, saying he likes guys. He’d take the hit, not a youth like me, Dear thought. Last night, I dreamt Patty, with a trident, laughing like a demon, swallowing Phîi Porsche.
I read too much Attack on Titan, Dear thought.
“They say nightmares turn good,” Shin said, rubbing Dear’s head, comforting. Dear looked up at the redhead’s concern, forcing a smile, saying dryly, “If anyone else said that, I’d buy it, but you, a half-breed, quoting old sayings? Doesn’t fit.”
Crash
“Ouch! You hit my head again!” Dear yelled, clutching his head, glaring at Shin, who chuckled, unapologetic for the umpteenth smack.
“I bothered to comfort you,” Shin said.
Yeah, smacking my head’s your payment, huh? Don’t bother next time! Dear ranted inwardly, sighing heavily. I’ve been jumpy, scared Patty’ll show up. She’s quiet now, but I’m not calm. Phîi Porsche says he handled it, but is it wrong I’m… worried?
“I’m worried about Phîi Porsche,” Dear said.
“With your face, worry about yourself, Dear. Phîi Porsche can handle anything,” Shin said, echoing Darinphan, unaware of Dear’s stress. Dranphat sighed again.
“Whatever… professor’s here,” Dear said.
Sun, eyes sparkling, grabbed his book and pen, feigning focus. Shin laughed, letting the stressed one prepare, but… felt oddly uneasy.
My gut (working maybe three times in eighteen years) says trouble’s coming, Shin thought.
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