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“Hey Sun, do you think Shin-jang is acting strange or what, Wá?”
In the lecture hall, Dear was making an observation while also sweeping his gaze left and right. Once certain his half-Thai friend hadn't shown up yet, he continued.
“For the past two or three days, he’s been off somehow. He doesn’t talk or say anything, doesn’t answer questions. That bloody fucking guy is also weirdly irritable. Yeah, yeah, yesterday when I (Kuu) asked what was wrong, he snapped at me (Kuu) to stop meddling. Huh, Shin-jang has never acted like he was annoyed with me (Kuu) like this before.” The puppy-like youth kept talking, but his close friend, who had his head slumped on the desk, still hadn't uttered a single word of agreement, until the storyteller narrowed his eyes slightly.
Whack!
“ARGHHHHHHHH! Phîi Ryu, I don’t have a side piece!!!”
Thud!!!
The moment Nǎai Dranphat slapped his friend’s head (he was sure it wasn’t heavy at all, Wôoi), Âi'Sun jumped up, wailing loudly enough to echo through the room where dozens of students were already waiting for class. The demeanor made the perpetrator freeze, then shuffle away in secondhand embarrassment.
Pretty much everyone must know by now what's going on between you (Mueng) and Phîi Ryu.
“Huh? Where’s Phîi Ryu, Wá?”
“What Phîi Ryu, what are you talking about? Were you sleep-talking?” Dear muttered softly, looking at the person who bent down to pick up the books that had fallen to the floor. He nodded to himself, then turned to make eye contact with his roommate, speaking in a way that spelled out he felt no shame.
“It’s nothing, friends. Just a little argument with the Miia. Everything’s under control. No need to panic.” Saying this, Sun raised his hand in a 'it's okay, it's okay' gesture to the person sitting next to him, who cursed.
“Damned-animal! You’re the only one panicking. Who would panic over you (Mueng), Wá? Just wait, Phîi Ryu will definitely come to slaughter you (Mueng) at noon.”
“Come on, Âi'Dear. I (Kuu) didn’t tell anyone what’s going on between me (Kuu) and Phîi Ryu. I (Kuu) was just sleep-talking. If anyone wants to take it and ship it, that’s their business. Heh heh.” The Phôo of the Faculty Moon had no sense of guilt. Besides speaking cheerfully, he finally consented to sit down, making his listener narrow his eyes a bit.
“Were you really asleep just now, or were you pretending?”
“Are you (Mueng) saying I (Kuu) act, Âi'Dear? Hey, your (Mueng) attitude, Hòe. Someone like Sunny here doesn’t know how to be fake or act, Wôoi. Being this innocent and pure…”
“Âi'fresh mushroom! I (Kuu) just asked if you were really asleep or pretending. No need to elaborate. I (Kuu) don’t want to know.” The listener hastily cut in, irritated, before his nuisance of a friend could go off on a tangent, which made Sun laugh loudly.
“I (Kuu) was really asleep, Wá. It’s like this, Âi'Dear. Yesterday I (Kuu) went out to drink with the guys from room six, and then Ryu saw and got jealous because I (Kuu) was with a woman. No, no, it was a tom, not a woman. Then he got jealous, you (Mueng) know. He called and yelled at me (Kuu) for three minutes without stopping for breath. So I (Kuu) went to appease him. In summary, he was jealous, Khráp, friend. It was tiring to pacify him, but totally worth it. Phîi Ryu cried for me (Kuu) to hear, and it was so fucking cute. Last night I (Kuu) came with Phîi Ryu, see. Just now I (Kuu) was dreaming of Phîi Ryu yelling at me (Kuu), and then… you (Mueng) woke me (Kuu) up. Couldn’t you let me (Kuu) sleep a little longer? After this, Phîi Ryu is going to be so damn cute.”
Dear was at a loss for expression facing the person overflowing with happiness who was babbling in his face. He wanted to ask if when you (Mueng) talked non-stop like that without breathing, did you (Mueng) breathe through your skin in your past life or something, Wá.
“I (Kuu) didn’t want to know about your love life at all, Âi'Sun.”
“Huh? You’re (Mueng) usually so nosy. How come you’re not asking today? Are you not feeling well? Come here, let me (Kuu) take your temperature.”
Sun said while shifting closer, his arm already locking around his close friend’s neck, making a move to press his forehead against his, causing the captured person to struggle for his life. His hand grabbed the center of his friend’s head and yanked him away.
“Get away, Âi'Sun! Ouch! I (Kuu) don’t need to ask. You (Mueng) fucking tell the story every day. I (Kuu) don’t want to know, Wôoi!”
Yeah, if when he was happy he expressed it through his facial expressions, then when Âi'Sun was happy, he babbled nonstop. As for the other friend…
“But, did you (Mueng) ask me (Kuu) something before I (Kuu) woke up…”
Thud!!!
Before Sun could finish his question, the other friend he mentioned slammed the door open with a loud bang, making everyone turn to look sharply. Then they saw the red-haired youth, who today was even more intensely red—whether he had added more dye or because of the pair of sharp eyes that seemed ready to kill anyone in his way. Then, the person in question strode heavily towards the two friends.
Thud!
Gulp!
Shin threw his bag onto the desk and dropped into his seat swiftly. After that, he did not greet his friends at all, besides grabbing the headphones hanging around his neck to put on his ears. He crossed his arms, his sharp, intense eyes staring straight ahead, paying no attention to anyone. Or, from another angle… anyone who greets you (Mueng) dies.
The demeanor of the half-Thai youth, whose mood was usually hard to guess, Had never before felt like it had flames raging around him like this.
“Âi'Dear, what’s wrong with your friend, Wá!”
“Pfft. Âi'Faculty Moon, Âi'handsome, Âi'sun. This right here is Âi'Shin-jang, my (Kuu) friend. He’s not your (Mueng) friend, is he!” The moment he regained his composure, Sun turned to ask suspiciously, making the listener almost push him away while also glancing sideways at the half-Thai friend who looked… not in a very good mood.
No, no, no. It would be better to say he was in a fucking terrible mood.
“And who stepped on his tail, Wá?”
“If you (Mueng) want to know, then ask, Sì.” This time Sun made a serious face, and his voice was even more serious.
“No, Lâ. Don’t forget I (Kuu) have a Miia to take care of. If I (Kuu) die now, Phîi Ryu would be a widower, you (Mueng) know.” The puppy-like youth made a disapproving face before retorting with the same words.
“You (Mueng) also don’t forget that I (Kuu) have a Phûa now. If I (Kuu) die, Phîi Porsche would be a widower, you (Mueng) know…”
“My, my. Now you (Mueng) call him 'Phûa' so readily. Don’t worry. Even if Phîi Porsche became a widower, my (Kuu) idol could find someone new better than you (Mueng).”
“Âi'Sun!!!” Dear could only gnash his teeth. At times like this, his nuisance of a friend could still annoy the fuck out of him. But what was most unacceptable was him saying Phîi Porsche could find someone better than him… Why are you (Mueng) telling me (Kuu) painful truths that hurt my heart, Wá!
“You guys (Mueng)…”
Gulp!
“Khráp!!!” But then, the person who had been sitting quietly listening to music spoke calmly, making the two friends startle. No, Âi'Dear was the one who startled. He even accidentally responded with a polite word. He looked at the person who hadn’t even turned to make eye contact, and he could also hear thump, thump, thump sounds from the headphones indicating music loud enough to burst an eardrum was playing.
“Stop gossiping about my (Kuu) business.”
How did he hear that, Wá!!!
“And you (Mueng) don’t need to wonder how I (Kuu) know. I (Kuu) just know, that’s all.”
Goose! Can he read minds too!
Dear immediately fell silent, using his eyes to ask his other friend, who shrugged in a way that Sun really didn’t want to explain. Just Âi'Dear opening his mouth to talk, and people already knew completely that he was meddling in someone’s business. His expression was so blatantly obvious, before Nǎai Athit said simply.
“I (Kuu) suspect Âi'Shin-jang had a fight with his romantic partner, Mâe. I (Kuu) should go back to sleep. I (Kuu) didn’t sleep much last night.” Having said that, Sun slumped back onto the desk as before. Since Âi'Shin-jang wasn’t like Âi'Dear, a shorty friend like this needed special care. But Âi'Shin-jang was even more capable of taking care of himself. If he didn’t tell, even if you pried his mouth open, he would never talk.
Unlike the dog-brain of someone else, who as soon as his friend spoke, Dear immediately thought he understood (incorrectly).
Or did Âi'Shin-jang have a fight with Phîi Oat, Wá? But wait… Are they really romantic partners or not? Huh, I (Kuu) need to go ask Phîi Oat!
The thoughts of a person who had no idea he was about to bring drama upon his half-Thai friend.
Finding Phîi Oat wasn’t difficult, given that Phîi was a famous figure in the faculty. It didn’t take long during the break before Dear stopped, standing in front of the mini bike beloved by the former Head wáak. The owner was wiping the leather seat with a somewhat dazed manner, which made the visitor feel he was on the right track.
Âi'Shin-jang is furious, Phîi Oat is absent-minded and distracted… Clearly, they definitely have problems.
The thoughts of a person who puffed out his chest a little more, feeling three times smarter for having cracked this case. Then he took a deep breath.
“Phîi Oat, Khráp.”
“Hmm… Oh, Dear. Since when have you been here?” Phîi Oat seemed not even aware that he had been standing there, which made the person with a dog-brain interpret it as… a serious condition.
“Just now, Khráp. Is Phîi Oat okay?” The question made the listener pause for a moment before shaking his head, giving a smile like the same kind senior as before.
“No, nothing’s wrong… And does Dear have something?”
“Well… A little bit, Khráp…”
How should I (Kuu) start, Wá? If I (Kuu) say it, will Phîi think I (Kuu) am meddling or not? No, Âi'Shin-jang once helped me (Kuu). For this task, I (Kuu) must help him.
“It’s… about Âi'Shin-jang.”
Thump.
Dear’s heart jumped a little when he saw the other party fall silent noticeably. Even though no one in the whole faculty knew for sure if Phîi Oat and Âi'Shin-jang seemed to have something going on, he was confident it wasn’t a joke. So he hurriedly spoke before his courage ran out.
“Did Phîi have a fight with him or something, Khráp?”
“No.” The other party answered without a second thought, making the listener freeze slightly, at a loss for words. And he froze even more heavily when Phîi Oat asked in a calm voice.
“Why would Phîi have to fight with Shin?”
Well, uh… Aren’t you romantic partners?
“Well… It’s just… Âi'Shin-jang is acting strange, Khráp.”
“Strange how?”
“He’s quiet, doesn’t talk, doesn’t answer questions, and seems to be thinking about something all the time.” Dear could only answer with a forced smile. The more Phîi Oat kept a straight face like this, the more he started to feel… I (Kuu) shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up and come meddling!
“Isn’t that normal, though?”
“No, Phîi. It’s true that Âi'Shin-jang is a hard person to read, but this is abnormally quiet. And he looks kind of angry somehow.” The words made the listener look at the junior in front of him. At this moment, Oat was surprised that he felt almost nothing towards Dear. No, if he felt anything, it would probably be affection for the person who was smiling dryly, making a face as if unsure whether coming to talk to him was right or wrong.
However, what Dear said made him unable to smile.
That much? Thinking about something that much… It must be about that youth. Since he asked to reconcile.
The thought made Oat just smile to himself, but it seemed to startle the other party.
“So Phîi didn’t have a fight with him, right, Khráp?”
“It’s not Phîi.” The blunt tone of the person in front made the junior smile dryly, feeling that he might be like what Âi'Sun said. What was it… dim-witted, not reading the situation. Intending to come help, but how come it seems to be making things worse.
The expression made Oat adjust his demeanor to be a bit better.
“The person Shin is thinking about isn’t Phîi. It’s someone else.”
“Oh. I thought it was Phîi Oat… I am worried about him. Even though he seems like a hard person to get close to, he has never been this irritable with me before. So I thought you had an issue.” Once Phîi Oat confirmed firmly, the visitor spoke softly, sighing heavily, extremely worried about his other friend. The demeanor made the listener wipe his hands on his pants hastily.
Pat.
He placed his hand on the fluffy head that he had always wanted to pat. But because his intentions weren’t pure, he hadn’t dared. But this time, Oat was ruffling the junior’s head, the owner of those clear eyes, with genuine affection.
“Dear is a good youth, Ná.” The words made the listener immediately tilt his head away, also making a face.
“Lâe. Why does everyone like to say I am such a youth, Wá? I am grown up. The same as Âi'Shin-jang, the same as Âi'Sun.”
“Hahahaha. Maybe because Dear is this size.” Oat said while using his hand to measure his height, making the shorty protest loudly.
“Hey! You might as well hit me, Phîi Oat!”
“No, Lâ. Phîi doesn’t want to bully a youth.”
Gnash! I want to bite Phîi Oat until my fangs sink in!
The puppy bared his fangs at him before letting it go, when he saw that Phîi Oat seemed to be in a slightly better mood. So the thought that he had fought with his friend was just his own imagination… He meddled in the wrong thing again, didn’t he?
The demeanor made Oat confirm once more, even though in his heart he didn’t think that way.
“Don’t worry. Phîi and Shin don’t have any issues. Besides, someone like Chonnon is capable. No matter what it is, he can decide for himself. No need to worry.”
Yes, no need to worry. Shin can decide for himself whether to break up with Phîi, or reject that youth… He can think for himself. And Phîi must accept whatever decision he makes.
A scene that neither of the two knew that the person being talked about was standing watching not far away. A person who was just smiling at the closeness of the two, senior and junior.
“In the end… Phîi still can’t completely let go of Âi'Dear.”
Knock knock knock.
“Coming, Khráp.”
“Hey, Phîi.”
The moment he opened the door, Oat could only freeze. Instead of being the dorm owner who said he would come up to check the problematic internet, it turned out to be the red-haired half-Thai youth, both hands holding several bags.
“Let me in for a bit.” Shin didn’t ask, but even pushed the other party, then stepped into the room as if what happened the week before had never occurred. Then he placed the things on the floor and began unpacking what he had bought.
“Do you (phîi) have bowls? I bought noodle soup.” Saying this, he held up a bag of food that seemed to contain more than just noodle soup, making the room’s owner frown in confusion.
“Why did you come here?” The question made the listener frown before saying simply.
“Coming to my romantic partner’s room, does that need a reason, Wá? Why? Or does Phîi not want me to come?” Oat froze immediately, looking at the face of the person who said he came to his romantic partner’s room without any trace of the angry demeanor from a few days before, until he had to sigh.
Shin was making everything normal. He should do the same.
“No… What do you have? I’ll get bowls.”
“Two bowls, and one plate, then.” Once the half-Thai youth said that, the person who had just returned to the room not long ago went to get the mentioned items, then came back to sit cross-legged in front of the television. His eyes looked at the several more cans of beer in another bag.
“You bought a lot of things.”
“To celebrate finishing exams, Mâe. My friends all disappeared to be with their romantic partners. I coming to find Phîi shouldn’t be wrong… Or am I not Phîi’s romantic partner?” Shin asked while raising an eyebrow slightly, making the listener feel relieved in an indescribable way. Because it meant he was still in the position of romantic partner, not that youth.
“And did you do well on the exams?” Oat decided to ask about another matter. Really, he was also somewhat glad that the midterm exams came to interrupt their issues just right. Because he himself also didn’t want to know if Shin had reconciled with that youth.
Speaking of which, this Âi'Oat person was also quite cowardly. He didn’t even dare to ask directly.
“I did more than well. Couldn’t understand the textbooks. My life lacks sex…”
“Cough cough cough!” The person who was pouring the noodle soup broth choked until his face turned black and red, unlike the person who spoke so bluntly, who merely reached over to hand him a tissue and continued as if talking about the weather.
“The mood is like someone who wants it, you know. Irritable, restless, no concentration. Good thing Âi'Dear dragged Âi'Sun to tutor. I got the spillover benefit. He shoved everything into my head before the exam day.” Shin kept talking, while his pair of sharp eyes watched observantly, then he turned his face away when the person who had stopped choking asked back.
“Is Dear good at studying?”
Tsk. In the end, he asks about him.
“Last semester he was a god in the faculty. His grades came out beautifully for every subject.” In truth, Oat wanted to ask the other party more about how he was doing. But because of that sentence about lacking sex, it made him unable to speak. After all, he was the one who refused to do it. Talking about the other junior also seemed to help steer the conversation away from this topic.
“Why? Does Phîi want to know about him or something?”
“No.” The senior couldn’t help feeling that Shin’s tone was strange. But because his romantic partner was already a peculiar-person, he didn’t think much of it. Moreover…
“And Phîi isn’t asking about my grades or what?”
“No, Lâ.” The red-haired youth froze his hand that was about to eat, before feeling relieved in an indescribable way when Oat continued.
“I heard from Dok Khem already. You have fan clubs. Those people know even your grades. So I already know your GPA is above 3.0.”
“I should be proud, right, that my romantic partner pays attention.” Shin asked with a laugh in his voice, then grabbed a beer to open.
Snap.
“Should we go out to celebrate finishing the exams?” But then, Oat grabbed his hand first and continued.
“You said you wanted to eat steak…”
Thump.
The red-haired youth froze instantly upon hearing this word. His sharp eyes stared fixedly at the speaker’s face, silent, thinking back to the day Focus showed up to find him. Yes, that day he said he wanted to eat steak. He was annoyed with himself for being happy with just Phîi Oat remembering this. However, he declined and steered it another way.
“Let’s save it for the end of the semester. It would be a waste since we already bought this.” Saying this, he gestured towards the various foods, as if to say he would haunt this place tonight. But these words seemed to make Oat fall silent noticeably.
End of the semester… Almost two more months… Does that mean you won’t break up?
The question piled onto the doubt that had been in his heart all week, until Oat blurted it out.
“And that youth… Focus, then?”
Thump.
“What does Focus have to do with it!?”
Shin asked back in a strong voice. He didn’t really want to hear his ex’s name from his current romantic partner, you know. The more he thought about their conversation last time, the more irritated he became, because it turned out they would break up but bring trouble to him.
When you wanted to date, I (Kuu) had to clear it up. When you want to break up, I (Kuu) also have to go clear it up. And now this Phîi Oat still brings it up to ruin my mood.
The demeanor that became immediately irritable made the questioner grab a beer to open, his mood clouded in an indescribable way when the red-haired junior reacted to this name.
“Nothing… It’s nothing.” Since talking about it would probably just lead to a pointless fight, Oat chose to brush it aside, returning to eat the dinner the other party had bought. Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the room held only the sounds of eating and the television interrupting, devoid of conversation as each party was lost in their own thoughts.
Until they finished eating, plus having another can of beer each.
Snap.
“What are you doing, Shin? I am washing dishes.”
“Tsk. Then keep washing.” Shin said simply while hugging the senior from behind. However, just hugging probably wouldn’t make Oat say anything, if it weren’t for the two hands not staying still… One hand, Shin slid into the large t-shirt, deliberately touching the broad chest. The other hand grabbed the center of the trouser waistband and rubbed gently with skill. Warm lips pressed a light kiss to the back of Oat’s neck.
“Finish washing the dishes first…” Saying this, he tilted his neck away.
“I told you my life lacks sex. Can’t you take pity on your romantic partner a little?” The red-haired youth said while using the tip of his tongue to lick the nape lightly, until the dish-washer got goosebumps, grinding his teeth when both palms were creating unexpected turmoil for him.
“Heh heh. Your nipples are so hard, Wá, Phîi.” Shin whispered softly while using his fingertips to gently rub the soft nipples. They stiffened in resistance. What was below also hardened almost immediately, indicating it wasn’t that the other party didn’t want it.
“I will count from one to three. Let go!”
Whoosh.
Instead of answering, Shin pulled down the other party’s home-wear shorts, also raising the corner of his mouth in satisfaction at a certain reaction that sprang out. And that made the dish-washer quickly rinse his hands before the red-haired youth could tease him any further.
“Chonnon!” Oat grabbed the hand that was about to grasp his thing firmly, turned around to make eye contact, until he saw a challenging glint.
“Will you agree to do it, or should I start?”
“You’ve already started, Haven’t you?”
Snap.
The question Oat asked in a heavy voice, then he was the one to pull the person who was challenging him in for a kiss…
An action the recipient thought was satisfying, because he was the one who offered his lips to be kissed, making it even more intense than before.
Shin had known for a while that he was satisfied with the kisses of this former, terribly serious Head wáak. Even though his real personality seemed rigid and almost comical, this man’s style in bed wasn’t comical like his personality. Variable, aggressive, intense… Whether attacking or receiving, this man responded as he desired, just like this kiss.
A kiss where he also yanked the other’s neck in for deeper contact, savoring it. The taste of alcohol lingering on the tip of the tongue further stoked the burning emotions. Desire surged even higher when the two pressed their bodies together as one.
“Mmm…” The closeness made the two shafts rub against each other through the thick fabric of Shin’s pants, and that made Oat also undo the red-haired junior’s pants.
An action where the two had no intention of wasting time stopping; their lips still devoured each other… And just from kissing… the lower part was stiffened to a comical degree.
“You really want it, don’t you?”
“Look who’s talking.” Shin said in a low voice before twitching slightly when the other party gathered the two shafts together to rub, then laughed hoarsely when Phîi Oat asked in a low voice.
“Can we go all the way today?”
“Isn’t it my dick going in?” Even though he wanted to release like crazy, he couldn’t resist teasing the other party, satisfied with the person whose face was covered in sweat but still wore a stern expression as if scolding, until he was the one to speak.
“I’m free tomorrow. If you want to, then do it.” The answer received the reward of another heavy kiss on the lips before Shin startled slightly, a low moan in his throat when the other party spread his buttocks open, then began inserting a fingertip into the warm passage—something that, let-me-die, he just couldn’t get used to.
“Relax a little, Sì. Like this, I definitely can’t put it in.”
“It’s… Phîi has to understand… I have never… Mmm… let anyone stick it in.” Shin tried to steady his own hot, panting breath, long, panting breath, while the passage behind was tightly clamping down hard. Both hands gripped Phîi Oat’s shoulders tightly, and that made the person looking at the junior’s sweaty face lean in to press a kiss to his temple lightly.
“Then just a moment.”
“Hey, Phîi Oat.” This time, Shin even protested when suddenly the other party pulled his finger out quickly, then turned towards the bedroom. But before ten seconds, the other party returned with a bottle of lotion, and also turned him to face the sink.
“Tsk. Preparing for me to do it, Phîi?”
Squelch.
“Ah… let-me-die, Wá!!!” Before the teasing words ended, Shin even cursed in his throat when the long finger pressed in again. However, this time it was soaked with lotion, and was slippery all over, making him grit his teeth, feeling good with the sensation pushing deeper into his body. Moreover, the shaft in front was also being gripped by Phîi Oat with cold lotion.
At this moment, the sounds, the smell, the body that was already turning slightly pink, and Shin’s suppressed reactions, made the person who was preparing his body go almost crazy. The more than a week of separation… It wasn’t that he didn’t want it.
Shin was making him addicted to the taste of making love until he couldn’t withdraw. It turned out that if Shin wanted it, he wanted it too.
“I can’t stand it anymore.”
Oat pressed close from behind when he pulled his finger out of the warm passage, pressing a kiss to the nape lightly as the person in front clenched his teeth tightly.
Squelch.
“More… Mmm… Hah… Hahk!” Shin used both hands to grip the edge of the sink tightly as intense heat pushed into his body. His sharp eyes squeezed shut tightly, feeling the pain that came along with the pleasure that was pressing in… deeper… deeper… before moaning out in satisfaction.
“Inside feels so good I could almost go crazy and die.” Oat growled close to his ear, making the recipient laugh softly mixed with low moans as the intensely hot shaft moved into his body more forcefully, until the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed. And even though he didn’t respond, Shin himself felt no different.
Felt so good he really wanted to go crazy.
Squelch squelch squelch!
“Ah… Mmm… good… harder… more…”
The low voice further excited the listener, until he drove his body in more violently. Oat’s sharp eyes looked at the person whose face was buried against the sink as he accepted his thrusts. Drops of sweat soaking all over until the student shirt clung to his back made Oat feel something he had never felt with anyone else.
He wanted to do more than this. He wanted to make love with this youth even more than this.
The thought made his shaft plunge even deeper, stimulating heavily. Both hands didn’t leave idle, rubbing the other party intensely.
“Ah… I’m going to… come…”
“Same… just a little… Mmm…”
It didn’t take long for the two to tense up, releasing their desires completely amidst heavy panting breaths. Their sweat-covered bodies, not even having taken their shirts off, leaned against each other, able to feel each other’s almost burning hot temperature.
“Feels good, Wá.”
Shin said to himself, and made the person whose face was buried against his back say in turn.
“Yeah, feels good.”
At this moment, their bodies fit together frighteningly well, merging in rhythm in a way that made the other feel good like he had never felt with anyone. But their hearts… were in completely different directions.
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