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The atmosphere in Sirphop’s private lounge was now cloaked in a chilling silence. The man reputed to be the most dangerous stood holding a gun to the temple of his friend seated on the floor. Those sharp eyes, usually gleaming with malice, were now icy, piercing the heart of the one called his closest friend.
Sirphop lightly tapped his cheek with the back of his hand, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. Yet… there was no trace of fear.
“It hurts, you know, Pakin,” Sirphop said.
Others might shrink in fear when Pakin was enraged, but not the cheerful man who looked up, speaking with a slight tone of reproach. He used his other hand to push the barrel of the gun aside.
“I don’t favor violence,” Sirphop said.
Sirphop chuckled, unconcerned that the gun’s barrel swung back to press against his forehead. Those fierce eyes signaled readiness to pull the trigger at any moment. Standing to his full height, he brushed off dust with a displeased gesture, as if more annoyed by the wrinkles in his shirt than the gun aimed at his face.
“You know I’m not in the mood for jokes,” Pakin said in a cold tone.
Ever since he learned that damned juvenile had stirred up trouble, Pakin had floored the accelerator to race to this club in a fury. Beyond that… was his burning anxiety.
He knew his friend’s nature well. If it was fun, Sirphop didn’t care who got hurt… a trait they shared.
A trait Pakin knew could lead to disaster if he didn’t arrive in time.
That tone made Sirphop pause briefly, then turn to meet those blazing eyes and laugh.
“Alright, I’ll get serious,” Sirphop said with a chuckle, his smile fading as he asked with sly eyes, “Your person? Where’s the label on him?”
Pakin didn’t hesitate at the question, responding knowingly, “You already know who this young man is.”
“I do,” Sirphop nodded slowly, raising his hands to shoulder level. “If you hadn’t barged in, you’d have seen Graph’s profile on my desk.” A few documents, briefly outlining the young man curled up nearby.
A young manSirphop wondered about, curious why his friend cared enough to keep him at his house.
“Then you know I’m this young man’s guardian now. If anything happens to him, I’m the one who gets screwed!” Pakin, frantic with worry, suppressed his emotions to maintain a cold demeanor, ensuring his weakness wasn’t exposed.
Let it be known he was this angry because someone messed with his ward, potentially causing future trouble. No need for anyone to know how anxious he truly was.
Expose a weakness, and you’re as good as dead. Someone like Pakin could never have a weakness!!!!
“Oh, so you’re his guardian now, huh?” Sirphop chuckled softly, raising both hands as if conceding to the armed man. Yet his smile, tone, and eyes betrayed his amusement at this negotiation. Sirphop continued in a teasing tone, “Then Khun Phô Pakin should know your little one came to me himself. And if I recall, we share a similar motto, don’t we? Oh, right… if it feels good, no need to hold back.” Sirphop spoke with cunning eyes, staring into his friend’s unreadable, stoic gaze.
Pakin was hard to provoke. No, he was too good at controlling himself… Sirphop had long wanted to see him lose it.
“So…”
Bang!
Click.
But Sirphop, who thought his friend wouldn’t pull the trigger—knowing he wouldn’t be foolish enough to ruin their mutual interests—was gravely mistaken. Pakin shifted the gun slightly to the right and fired, the bullet grazing past Sirphop’s face, its heat palpable as it embedded into the wall. Pakin, who’d kept a composed face… sneered.
“I told you, I’m not in the mood for jokes.”
Those icy eyes seemed to burn everything around them, paired with a mocking laugh that made Sirphop’s smile fade. This time, he sighed long and shook his head slowly.
“I was just teasing a bit. Saw him crying at your place, so I wanted to get to know him.”
“Know him enough yet?” Pakin asked in the same stern tone, enough to make anyone shudder. Sirphop tilted his head.
“Let’s say I’ve had my fun for today. Besides, I don’t fancy going home full of holes.” Sirphop spoke, moving toward the door, pointing at his reddened nose—nearly broken from a punch earlier—with a coldly-aloof smile, his casual demeanor laced with displeasure. “This punch, I’ll pay back later… Oh, and I forgot to mention something.” Sirphop paused before stepping out, as if recalling something.
“I was just teasing. If I were serious, you wouldn’t have found me tonight. Use the room as you like, I’m out… Hmph, Khun Phô Pakin.” Sirphop waved goodbye, grabbed a few documents from the desk, and left the room calmly, his sharp eyes brimming with… amusement.
How long had it been since he’d seen something this entertaining?
Pakin watched him leave, only holstering the gun at his waist once Sirphop was gone. Then…
“Why do you keep getting yourself into trouble?!” he shouted.
Pakin spun around, yelling at the curled-up figure on the sofa. Krittithee flinched, more startled than when he heard the gunshot. Pakin didn’t care, venting his fury at the source of his frantic rush from home.
This damned juvenile who never realized how much trouble he caused.
“What would’ve happened if I hadn’t shown up? Do you ever think, you dim-wit?! How many times have I had to save you like this? Do you want to make my life harder?!” Pakin no longer held back, directing his frustration at Krittithee curled tightly, covering his face. He strode over, yanking Krittithee’s arm up.
“Are you listening, Graph?!”
Slap.
The moment Pakin’s large hand grabbed his arm, Krittithee used what little strength he had to swat at it, though it didn’t budge. He looked up at his rescuer, the one who claimed him as his own… the one who made him feel both joy and pain simultaneously.
“You… drove me out… You told me to leave,” Krittithee said in a broken voice, sweat dripping around his forehead. Those words nearly made Pakin snap back that it was Krittithee’s own doing, but he froze, sensing something wrong.
Burning skin, flushed face, sweat soaking his brow, and rapid breathing that shook his chest. Pakin’s eyes darted to the small table.
“Damned shit-lizard Seen!”
An empty liquor bottle and glass told their story clearly, prompting Pakin to act without hesitation.
Grab.
“Let me go, Phîi!” Krittithee cried out in shock as his body was suddenly lifted into Pakin’s arms. The close contact was too much for his tormented body… so much that he pushed against Pakin with both hands.
Krittithee didn’t know whether to be glad or heartbroken that Pakin came to his rescue. One thing was clear—I don’t want Phîi Pakin to despise me, Krittithee thought.
My kiss was already pathetic. If Pakin knew I’m aroused by the drug’s effects, I can’t imagine how harsh the words would be, tearing my heart apart, Krittithee thought. So, he pushed, struggled, tried to escape the firm embrace.
“Don’t be stubborn!” Pakin’s strong voice commanded, making Krittithee with burning eyes look up.
“Let me go… I’m… disgusting…”
Pakin looked into those eyes, deep into the heart of the young man he’d pushed away for years. The one who looked ready to cry, just like when he’d told him to go home. The one who slowly calmed Pakin’s raging emotions. He now understood, as Phawit had said, what drove this young man here.
“Can you hold on until we get home?” His deep voice softened, making Krittithee pause. That tone made Krittithee’s body burn hotter, his hands that had pushed now digging nails into his own arms, his teeth biting his lips until they paled, his breathing growing more labored.
The sight of that flushed face, the body writhing to ease its torment, and those hot breaths made Pakin decide.
Instead of leaving the room, he strode to the bed, laid Krittithee down, removed his gun to the bedside table, and ran a hand through his hair roughly. He looked at Krittithee trying to shrink away, fearing the harsh words Pakin had always thrown at him.
A pitiful, pathetic sight that made Pakin sigh heavily.
Grab.
“Let go…”
“Stay still, and I’ll help you.”
Despite avoiding touching this young man all along, this time… Pakin couldn’t bear to see him suffer like this.
“Phîi… what are you going to do?” Krittithee asked, voice trembling, trying to see through blurred vision the face of the man he both longed for and dreaded. The one approaching closer, making his brain scream to flee, I don’t want to be treated like a worthless toy anymore, Krittithee thought. But…
Grab.
Not only was his right wrist seized, but his left was too…
“Phîi Pakin!”
Before he could react, both wrists were pinned above his head with one hand. Before his legs could move, Pakin’s tall frame straddled him, blocking all escape. Those sharp eyes stared down, making Krittithee bite his lip until it hurt.
I don’t know if that look is pity or contempt, Krittithee thought.
“Stop squirming. In this state, what can you do?” Pakin’s deep voice sounded annoyed, prompting Krittithee to retort in a shaky voice, “Whatever state I’m in, it’s none of your business!”
Freeze.
Pakin froze, staring at Krittithee who couldn’t even break free, couldn’t escape the drug’s effects, yet dared to claim this wasn’t his concern.
If it wasn’t, Pakin wouldn’t be here in the first place!
His calmed anger flared again, his hand pressing Krittithee’s wrists deeper into the mattress. His other hand slid to the flat stomach, and just by resting there…
Gasp!
“Hng!” Krittithee made a sound in his throat, trying to turn away from the touch. But Pakin showed no sign of letting go. Instead of helping, he now wanted to teach this arrogant young man how weak he was in his world.
A young man like Krittithee didn’t belong in his world from the start.
A world where big fish eat small ones, with no time for naive, loud-mouthed youths.
Swish.
Gasp!
Pakin slipped his hand under the soft shirt, touching the smooth, pale skin rarely exposed to the sun. His long fingers glided over the stomach, and with just a light touch, Krittithee clenched his teeth, breathing heavily, chest heaving, writhing in greater torment.
“Ugh… don’t… Phîi… ngh… hack… hack…”
His fingers continued to caress the soft skin, pulling the shirt higher. Those coldly-aloof, sharp eyes fixed on the flushed face, furrowed brows, bitten lips pale with pressure, sweat soaking the brow, and the expression battling the drug’s torment.
“Still want me to stop?” Pakin sneered, knowing from Krittithee’s state that he’d taken a heavy dose, his endurance nearly gone.
That drug was no different from one meant to make someone lose control.
If Krittithee had stayed away from him, he’d never have been dosed. He’d live a normal teenage life, untouched by the dark world surrounding Pakin. But because this damned juvenile was stubborn, arrogant, and kept pushing into his life, he faced what he feared.
Pakin’s fault, but Krittithee brought it on himself.
No answer came, as Krittithee bit his lip tightly, suppressing cries and the friction of his legs rubbing together. Pakin pulled the shirt above Krittithee’s chest, his sharp eyes pressing down, admitting one thing.
This young man had grown up.
Krittithee was no longer a seven- or eight-year-old. His body had matured, and if it were anyone else, Pakin wouldn’t hesitate to teach him a lesson in intimacy. But because it was this young man, the one he’d sworn never to touch, he only slid his hand up, and…
Gasp.
“Ugh!!!” Just a light pinch on a nipple made Krittithee moan, prompting Pakin to lean down and…
Slurp.
He lapped at the other pale, erect nipple.
“Don’t… ugh… don’t… ha… Phîi Pakin… don’t… ngh…”
The moment his hot tongue grazed the soft, untainted sweetness, its scent hit his nose, the taste divine. With just a light suck, Krittithee thrashed, his heavy breathing echoing, chest trembling. Pakin pressed his lips harder…
“Hng… Phîi… hack… hack… no… ugh…”
Krittithee could only writhe, My body’s burning as if it would explode, he thought. The lips on his nipple made his lower body slick, arching his chest to meet touches. I never knew could be so intense, Krittithee thought.
Yet, while his body screamed for more, My heart’s weeping, Krittithee thought, as Pakin spoke, “Your recklessness got you into this. Drugged or not, it doesn’t matter who does it—it’s all the same!!!”
“Not… true…”
Krittithee was stubborn, even now arguing despite his body’s weakness. Pakin looked up, meeting those eyes with a fierce glare.
Eyes showing displeasure at Krittithee’s defiance, but Krittithee always had an answer.
Through tears, he looked into those sharp eyes and said in a broken voice, “Even if I’m drugged… if it’s not you… I’d scream until… hack… I had no voice… I’d never… give in… never!” The resolve in his eyes, though clouded by lust, was clear, making Pakin pause noticeably.
“I’d never give in to anyone else… hack… never…”
Despite barely having strength to speak, this stubborn young man held firm to My beliefs, Krittithee thought.
If it’s not Phîi Pakin, I’ll never yield, Krittithee thought.
“Hmph, is that so?”
Krittithee wanted to smile pitifully at himself. Pakin will never believe me, never trust the feelings I’ve tried to show all along, he thought. As that terrifyingly stoic face leaned closer, Krittithee braced for the same heartbreak, fearing harsh words.
But…
“Open your mouth,” Pakin’s stern voice softened unbelievably. Krittithee had no time to wonder why, as warm lips met his.
The kiss he expected to be rough and savage was…
Smack… smack…
“Hng, ugh… Phîi Pakin…”
This time, those shapely lips touched his bruised ones gently. The cruel mouth that had berated him countless times sucked his lower lip firmly, sending shivers through his body. His legs pressed together, rubbing, and as he parted his lips, I welcome the hot, wet intrusion, Krittithee thought.
“Ugh… ugh… hack… hack…”
The tongue skillfully entwined with his, slick and intense, heightening the heat as Pakin straddled him fully, holding his chin to prevent escape, delivering a fiery touch that Sets my body ablaze, Krittithee thought.
Hot breaths filled his mouth, his panting echoing, tears streaming down his cheeks, Unable to swallow, Krittithee thought. The aggressive yet soothing touch from this man made Krittithee’s body go limp.
“Ugh… hng…” My body’s screaming I can’t take it, wanting to cling to Pakin, begging for release from torment, Krittithee thought. Yet My heart’s confused by the actions of the man before me, he thought.
Grab.
“Ahh!!!” But All thoughts vanished, Krittithee thought, when a large hand caressed his crotch, making him jerk his head away.
“Phîi Pakin… don’t…” Krittithee could only protest, Knowing what lies beneath my jeans… he thought.
“Already finished from just that?”
But Pakin released his wrists, unfastening the jeans from his hips. Before pulling down the underwear, the sticky wetness told its story, making Krittithee cover his face with his free arm.
“You’re gonna call me… pathetic… again… hack… hack… aren’t you?” Krittithee’s hoarse voice trembled with shame, avoiding those coldly-aloof eyes, until…
“I haven’t said a word, you stubborn pain.”
Grab.
“Gasp! Ngh… Phîi… hng… ngh…” Before he could process, a large hand gripped his still-hard, aching length. The mere touch made Krittithee arch off the mattress, but as Pakin stroked, I nearly thrashed, Krittithee thought.
“Ahh, Phîi, it’s… intense…”
The overwhelming sensation hit as the hand moved, a thumb pressing the tip, making Krittithee arch his head back, gasping, My hips moving toward the hand uncontrollably, he thought.
Slurp.
“Ugh!!! Don’t… ah… ahh…” But Pakin wasn’t done, his lips engulfing a nipple, sucking, nipping, biting lightly, making Krittithee thrash, moans spilling from his lips. And no wonder…
Slick, slick.
Spurt.
A few strokes, wet sounds echoing, and the flushed tip released another wave of thick fluid, staining Pakin’s hand.
Yet Krittithee nearly wept, My desire’s unrelenting, burning hotter, he thought. My body’s screaming for more, he thought, lowering his hand from his face, looking through tears at the cruelest man, Unable to suppress my emotions, he thought.
“Help… please… Phîi Pakin… ngh… help me… more… it’s not enough… hng… not enough…”
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pleaded with Pakin, whose expression had changed.
Of course, seeing Krittithee sprawled on the bed—arrogant no more, only pleading eyes on a flushed face filled with torment. His bare body, shirt pulled above his chest, once a mere child in Pakin’s eyes, now showed a glistening chest, a flat stomach arching slightly, an untouched length standing erect. Pakin felt a quiet desire building, ready to rage like a storm.
That pale, stained body, so pliant, seeking his embrace, rubbing against him, crying, panting, trembling like a fragile bird, irresistibly tempting. I can’t believe I’m restraining myself this much, Pakin thought.
How long has it been since I’ve touched something so fresh and beautiful? Pakin thought, gritting his teeth at the intrusive thought.
Grab.
“Phîi Pakin, more… help me… please… ugh…” Suddenly, Krittithee hugged his neck, pressing himself closer, Seeking relief, but the desire only grows, Krittithee thought. His lips kissed Pakin’s neck, craving more, making Pakin… soften.
“Ugh!!!”
Hot lips met Krittithee’s again, this time without gentleness, only fierce passion pushing him to the edge of desire, teaching the naive young man who could only spread his legs, Letting Pakin settle between them, Krittithee thought.
Thud.
As he was pushed back down, Krittithee nearly protested, but hot lips peppered kisses across his body, trailing to his smooth stomach, pressing hard, Making me tremble with sensation, Krittithee thought.
“Hack, hack… Phîi Pakin, gasp! Ahh… ha… Phîi, it’s intense… hng… so intense… ngh…”
Suddenly, Krittithee’s moans filled the room as a hot tongue worked his slick, flushed tip with skill, Nearly pushing me to a third release, he thought. My heart’s racing, he thought, hands gripping the soft pillow, My hips arching for more, he thought.
Not enough—it isn’t enough, Krittithee thought.
Gasp!
“Ah! Ah… ugh!!! Don’t… ahh… hack…” Krittithee moaned incoherently as the hot mouth engulfed his sensitive part, Sensations overwhelming me, he thought. His panting grew rapid, legs tensing on the soft mattress, My body arching to meet the fiery touch Pakin knows exactly how to deliver, Krittithee thought.
Swish, swish.
Lips moved, sucking harder, a large hand caressing Krittithee’s sweaty back, urging his desire.
“It’s intense, so intense, Phîi, Phîi, I can’t…” Krittithee’s face twisted with primal need, tears streaming, as the hand pinched his nipple, making him grip the mattress tightly. And soon…
“Ahh!!!” Thick fluid flooded the warm mouth receiving it, but instead of stopping, Pakin knows we’re only halfway there, Krittithee thought.
“Phîi… it’s not enough… hng… not enough…”
Krittithee’s trembling voice spoke, one hand gripping Pakin’s head, Pushing myself back into that mouth, unable to control my body, he thought. Pakin didn’t object, his lips sucking firmly, moving in and out, Knowing how to please, Krittithee thought, as Pakin’s sharp eyes glanced up.
The tantalizing sight of the young man he’d once called pathetic, Pakin thought.
Krittithee writhed beneath him, moaning at his touch, screaming with pleasure he delivered. Pakin’s hand strayed to the tight passage, touching slowly, making Krittithee flinch.
Smack… slurp… slurp…
“Phîi… Pakin… ugh!!!”
Krittithee’s cry was met with another kiss, silencing every sound, Pulling Pakin’s senses back from giving in to desire, Krittithee thought.
“It’s okay, I said I’d help,” Pakin whispered, clenching his fist.
Don’t break your own rule, Pakin. Don’t! Pakin thought.
Pakin fed relentless heat to Krittithee’s body without stopping. His hand roamed, exploring every inch, marking every surface with kisses, freeing Krittithee from the drug’s torment as moans echoed through the room.
Sounds proclaiming Krittithee was grown enough to learn about intimacy, but I refuse to go further, Pakin thought.
Krittithee was the one he forbade himself to touch beyond this, No matter how much I want to, Pakin thought.
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