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Crunch
“Sorry for making you pick me up.”
“No problem, Khrap. It’s my job.”
The moment Pakin stepped into the sleek luxury car pulling up in front of him, the booming music from the building behind faded as if it belonged to another world. The young man spoke to the driver picking him up at two in the morning with a bored expression. Panchai responded calmly, pulling the car onto the nearly deserted road.
“And Win?”
“Today, Khun Win finished work and went to pick up Khun Graph, Khrap.”
“Is that so?”
The conversation seemed to end there as Pakin acknowledged the reply, his thoughts drifting to the past few days.
He was too lazy to face that youth. It kept reminding him of breaking his own rules.
Not just once, but twice.
The blaring warning signals of danger made him pull back. His mountain of work was a perfect excuse—not just the business he inherited from his father, but his own racing ventures, which were far from light. Most importantly, the big project he’d been preparing since last year was finally taking shape, and it was looking promising.
An illegal race with massive money flowing through it. He’d just secured deals with a couple of sponsors, keeping him busy enough to avoid thinking about other things. But he still thought… about that egotistical youth with more charm than expected.
He hadn’t anticipated anyone meddling with Graph, but it turned out both women and men were hovering around him. What irritated him more was that one of them was his close friend’s brother.
Troublesome, messy—especially anything tied to that damned shit-lizard Seen.
His close friend who’d gone silent but showed up at the house a few days ago. Pakin didn’t trust him.
Seen might just be visiting Win, but Pakin knew his nature too well… he doesn’t let go.
Same with that youth Graph.
“Besides that day, has Seen come to the house again?”
“No, Khrap. Just Khun Win visited him yesterday.”
Pakin glanced at the rearview mirror, intending to meet his confidant’s eyes, but Panchai kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
The corner of Pakin’s mouth lifted slightly, and he said evenly: “You didn’t stop him?”
“I don’t have the right to stop Khun Win, Khrap,” his trusted subordinate replied. But Pakin could tell the luxury car sped up slightly, betraying the driver’s heightened emotions. Since this was something Pakin had long chosen to overlook, he brushed it aside, turning to the empty road, itching to take his superbike out and race to shake off the lingering frustration of recent days.
If only he hadn’t drunk so much.
“Khun Graph’s in the middle of midterms, Khrap. I hear he’s studying every day.”
“Being quiet’s a good thing,” Pakin said, knowing his subordinate was deliberately steering the conversation away from himself.
“Aunt Kaew said Khun Graph waits for you to come home every night.”
Snap
Pakin’s large hand clenched unconsciously before loosening. He shook his head and smirked.
“None of my business.”
“Khrap, none of your business,” Panchai echoed, while Pakin’s sharp eyes flickered briefly.
Flickered as he recalled the pale, lithe body that had writhed beneath him.
A slender yet not frail body, full in his grip when he squeezed or held it, leaving possessive marks all over. The faint, natural scent that teased his nose every time he nuzzled close, and even the pure aroma of desire emanating from that body—so pure it made him want to break it with his own hands.
That youth was grown, and Pakin didn’t deny… he was tempting.
He didn’t care if it was a man or a woman, but those who caught his eye were always the type whose fiery passion was evident at a glance. The kind where words weren’t needed in bed—just mutual stoking of flames into unforgettable, mind-blowing sex, not some frustrating letdown.
Graph was the latter.
That youth didn’t even know how to kiss properly.
At that thought, Pakin’s lips curled into a mocking smile, hiding the smoldering heat rising in his body. Images of Graph pleading for release flashed behind his eyelids. Pakin knew exactly how to banish those images.
Deal with that youth… crazy thoughts.
He dismissed the thought instantly. As long as he was fully in control, he’d never complicate things by sleeping with Graph… no way.
***
“Finally back. Drink with me.”
The man who’d just returned home paused slightly, seeing his younger cousin still awake, holding a glass of liquor to greet him at the door. Win’s gaze lingered on the trusted subordinate stepping out of the car, his sharp eyes gleaming with understanding. His low voice spoke simply:
“Drink, Chai?”
“No, Khrap. I’ve got work early tomorrow.”
“The boss doesn’t, so why does the subordinate?” Win interjected, making the stern-faced man turn to meet his gaze.
“Some jobs don’t need the boss to handle, Khrap. Just a subordinate or two is enough,” Panchai replied. Win rolled his eyes, muttering audibly:
“Lame excuse… so, Kin, drink with me.” Win turned to his cousin, who chuckled in his throat.
“Got a problem?”
“Hmph, I can handle it,” Win said casually, glancing at the other man, offering the glass of liquor to his close cousin before turning back into the house, saying with a bored tone:
“Jealous types were gossiping that I got jobs by trading my body. I overheard and shot back that my father’s influence alone could land me work while their loud mouths squirm in envy.” The young model spoke, striding toward the second-floor bar overlooking the pool. Pakin laughed.
“Didn’t tell them that running their mouths might get their heads shot through?”
“Hmph, if Kin’s handling it, they’d probably prefer holes elsewhere. Desperate for it, trembling with want.”
Win’s quip made Pakin laugh, not entirely wrong, before asking: “So, why the drinking invite?”
Win glanced at him briefly, shrugging with a charming air.
“Because you look like you want to drink.”
Freeze
The cousin who’d read his mind narrowed his eyes slightly, but Win continued:
“You seem stressed about work, so I thought a drink would help you unwind. It’s Friday, after all… and maybe it’s not just work stressing you out.” Win’s words floated lightly before he added:
“It’s been a week.”
Pakin knew exactly what he meant—a week since he’d pulled that youth out of his friend’s club. His sharp face broke into a wicked smile.
He knew he was being provoked, his emotions toyed with. But when challenged, Pakin never backed down. He was confident no one could pry out what was truly in his heart.
“Alright. It’s been a while since we drank together. I’m curious if you’ve improved over the years.”
“Don’t underestimate someone who drank every day over there,” Win shot back.
“We’ll see.”
Pakin said as much, not objecting since someone wanted to drink with him. Win smirked, satisfied, curious if the potent liquor someone had bragged about could knock down this devilish man, letting the little angel unleash his true emotions.
The fear is peeling back the devil’s skin only to find an even bigger demon.
His job was to knock Pakin out. As for waking him…
Will Graph pull it off?
Win couldn’t help wondering if Graph would come up empty-handed.
***
“Alright, handle the rest as I told you.”
“I… can I really do this?”
At that moment, Kritthee stood tense in the mansion owner’s bedroom, staring at the man on the bed with a face full of worry. The tall, broad man had shed his dark leather jacket, leaving only an unbuttoned shirt revealing his chest. His sharp face, slightly flushed, hinted at heavy drinking, yet his intimidating presence hadn’t diminished. Graph’s gaze shifted to the man’s wrists… tied up.
And the one who tied them was none other than his younger cousin.
For the past hour, Graph had waited anxiously in his own room until the young model called, telling him to come to the second-floor bar. When he arrived, he found the large man passed out on the sofa. They struggled to haul him to the spacious bedroom, panting heavily by the time they got there. The drunk man grumbled and swatted at them irritably.
Once they’d dumped him on the bed, Win flashed a wicked smile, wasting no time in tying his cousin’s wrists to the headboard with a silk tie. Then he turned to Graph, saying simply, making Graph’s face pale:
“It’s up to you, Graph. Decide for yourself.” Though Win had gone as far as getting his cousin drunk to the point of stumbling himself, he said as much.
Everything hinged on this young man’s decision to move forward or stay stuck.
Graph turned to the man on the bed, his sharp teeth biting his lip as he steeled himself.
If I don’t do something, I’ll regret it someday. Better to go all in now.
The young man, whose heart held only this dangerous man, told himself. His hesitant eyes turned resolute—he couldn’t stand Pakin avoiding him any longer.
“I’ll do it.”
“You prepared like I told you, right?”
Thud
Ugh
The follow-up question made Graph freeze, turning to the model with a startled expression. His pale cheeks flushed with no small embarrassment, as the preparation involved… readying his body.
Win had even offered to help, but Graph, too shy for that, had refused in a high-pitched voice. He’d spent ages mentally preparing, telling himself it was normal. But being asked about it now made his face and ears burn. He quickly changed the subject, nodding toward the other man. “In this state, will he even wake up? I think he’s out till morning.”
Win grinned widely, a knowing smile, as he patted Graph’s shoulder and whispered softly:
“I asked around. When Kin’s drunk… he’s easier to wake than usual.”
Graph froze, instantly grasping the implication.
Who would Win ask if not someone Pakin’s slept with?
The thought set his chest ablaze with jealousy, surging through his body. The sound of the door closing snapped him back. He took a deep, long breath to brace himself for what came next.
Then, Graph pulled a small packet of pills from his pants pocket.
A gift from Phîi Seen… If you don’t want it to hurt too much, use it.
It wasn’t hard to guess—they were aphrodisiacs.
Graph stared at them, then tossed the packet onto the bedside. He shook his head.
No more. I don’t want anything with Phîi Pakin because of drugs. Every pain, every desire—he wanted them carved into his body, his heart, as someone who’d always known there was no hope. But just once, he wanted to follow his heart, with Pakin unable to escape.
What better state than this?
The young man climbed onto the large bed, recalling every lesson from someone far more experienced.
“Every guy’s the same. The easiest way to wake them… right there, Graph.”
Win’s words made Graph swallow hard, gazing at the towering figure. Even passed out, Pakin’s dangerous aura couldn’t be suppressed. On the contrary, his chiseled face now resembled a wicked Lucifer, luring mortals into a trap.
“I’ve come this far—I’m not backing down!” Graph growled low, straddling Pakin’s thighs. His trembling hands reached for the stubbled cheek.
Phîi Pakin’s cheek is warm—no, hot. His knuckles brushed the faint stubble along the jaw, moving to lips that had kissed countless others. It sent shivers through Graph. No drugs were needed—just the thought of those lips kissing his body, leaving faint red marks, made him burn like he had a fever.
Smack
Urged by desire, Graph leaned down, pressing a kiss to those shapely lips, his tongue flicking like a curious puppy. His heart pounded so loudly it drowned out everything.
Excitement rose in his throat as his hands unbuttoned Pakin’s shirt, revealing… a chiseled chest.
Pakin’s physique screamed masculinity, as if he knew exactly how to wield its allure to the fullest.
His chest, abs, and arms—tight, sculpted, like someone who works out regularly. Anyone embraced by this body would be hooked, unable to pull away. Graph’s gaze drifted lower, past defined muscles to the navel, then to the dark trail of hair disappearing into Pakin’s pants.
Just looking made his body blaze, his fists clenching tightly.
I’m not gay. I just can’t resist Phîi Pakin.
Graph was certain he’d never feel this way about another man’s body. But with this man, it was different. Driven by instinct, the unsure young man leaned down, nuzzling Pakin’s neck, his tongue tasting skin laced with cologne and sweat—a scent more intoxicating than any aphrodisiac.
Slurp
Graph inhaled deeply, soaking in the overwhelming allure. His tongue traced along the neck, down to the chest. Though clumsy as someone new to this, it awakened a desire that sent heat to his lower body.
His tongue grazed a dark nipple, sucking lightly, setting his entire body ablaze. His breaths grew rapid, desire urging him on. The hot tongue trailed across the chest, over sculpted abs, feeling unbelievably good.
So this is Phîi Pakin’s taste.
Sweet, luring him into a trap, laced with an addictive bitterness like fine liquor.
Unable to stop, Graph’s hands slowly undid Pakin’s pants, pulling them down to reveal dark boxers with a noticeable bulge. But… it wasn’t what he’d hoped.
“Why?”
He was the one aching below just from nuzzling that powerful body, so why was Pakin still so calm? Graph began doubting the other man’s close cousin.
Didn’t he say he’s easy to wake when drunk?
“Because you’re no good at it.”
Gasp
Suddenly, the man Graph thought was passed out spoke, making him jump and look up in shock. Pakin’s eyes were open, staring at him. He tugged lightly at his bound wrists, glanced at them, then back at the young man straddling him. His shapely lips curled into a mocking smile.
“This your big plan with Win?”
“How’d you know!” Graph’s voice trembled. Despite Pakin’s slightly reddened eyes from the alcohol, he answered with full clarity:
“The brandy. Win doesn’t drink it, so why would it be in the house? More importantly, I know the taste… Seen gave it, didn’t he?” Graph’s eyes widened, unable to believe Pakin figured it out. Pakin smirked.
“You got played by him.”
The sweet, deep aroma of brandy with nearly sixty percent alcohol was enough for Pakin to piece things together.
It was Seen’s kind of liquor. One sip was like a signal from his friend that someone was scheming to get him drunk.
If someone wanted him drunk, Pakin just… played along.
Though it nearly knocked him out for real, his internal alarms never slept. Hearing the two talking, he pieced it together, waiting to see what this stubborn youth planned—a perfect excuse to stay still and watch the amusing drama he’d tried to push out of his mind.
With alcohol in his bloodstream, what’s wrong with a man like him doing what he swore not to?
Thud
“Ugh!”
“Hmph, this worked up already?”
Suddenly, the young man raised a knee, rubbing it against Graph’s crotch, making him gasp and bite his lip hard. His face twisted with pleasure, and he tried to push the knee away, but against the larger man, it was futile. Pakin kept pressing, grinding his knee against the burning bulge, feeling the familiar hot hardness he’d tasted before.
“Pathetic,” the drunk man said with a wicked smile, as if eyeing a small prey, not the hunter straddling him. His gaze fixed on the prominent bulge straining Graph’s pants.
“What about you!” Graph shot back.
“Me? I’m not into youths like you,” Pakin said with cruel words that made Graph clench his jaw. A need to prove himself surged in his chest. Graph moved to strip Pakin’s pants down to his ankles, then grabbed the hot shaft.
“You’re feeling it too!” Graph said defiantly, gripping the hardening length that pulsed under his touch. But the heartless older man remained calm.
“Me, feeling something for a youth like you?”
Grind
Graph gritted his teeth, yanking off Pakin’s dark boxers to reveal a strong, hot shaft, not fully erect, as if mocking Graph’s inadequacy. He leaned down.
Slurp
Pakin twitched slightly, but that was all. His sharp eyes watched the young man trying to lick along the length, sucking and teasing to stoke his desire. Only Pakin knew he was holding back, just to… provoke the other.
He never let anyone take control. He’s the one who dominates!
The dangerous man’s confidence held as he lay still, watching the attractive face of the eighteen-year-old. Graph’s vibrant tongue traced the shaft, sucked at the ridge, and moved to the twin orbs below, drawing a satisfied groan from Pakin’s throat.
Yet he said simply: “That all you’ve got?”
Though his large shaft swelled fully, he spoke as if unimpressed, prompting Graph to open his mouth and take the burning length inside, sucking and nibbling as Win had instructed. But it didn’t boost Graph’s confidence, especially with Pakin calling him clumsy.
Smack, slurp… slurp…
“Ugh!” The sounds of Graph’s mouth working the hot shaft echoed through the room, yet it was Graph who moaned. Pakin’s long leg rubbed between Graph’s thighs, pressing deeply, making Graph’s face flush red, aching to release.
Snap
Not just thinking it, Graph yanked off his pajama pants, revealing his newly matured, vibrant shaft to the open air.
“Can’t even handle this?”
“You’re the same! I’ve got you like this!” Graph retorted.
“With a youth like you?” Despite the aching heat from Graph’s handling, Pakin, master of self-control, sneered. Graph bit his lip, panting deeply, and climbed to straddle the large shaft.
“I’ll prove I’m not a youth!” Graph declared fiercely, knowing this was exactly what Pakin wanted.
Right now, Pakin was desperate to release. What better way than letting Graph take charge?
Pakin wasn’t fazed by being tied up. On the contrary, it was an unbelievably perfect excuse. And… thrilling as hell.
You wanted it, Graph. You brought this on yourself.
The heartless man told himself, his sharp eyes gleaming as Graph pulled a bottle of lube from his pajama pocket. Straddling him, Graph took a deep breath, then smeared the gel over Pakin’s shaft and his own fingers, and…
“Ha!” Graph cried out in pain. Despite his body throbbing with desire and the act of licking the large shaft setting him ablaze, the moment his finger slipped inside, he moaned, nearly collapsing onto the broad chest.
It was more intense than when he’d cleaned and stretched himself earlier, but it still hurt like hell.
“If you can’t do it, stop,” Pakin said.
“I! Can! Do it!” Graph growled, eyes shut tight, breathing deeply. He pushed his finger in fully, moving slowly, blowing hot breaths onto the broad chest, sending shivers through Pakin, who said simply:
“This all you can do?”
Graph gritted his teeth, eyes brimming with tears, glaring at Pakin. The bound man was growing impatient.
“Take off your shirt,” the alcohol-fueled man ordered. Graph looked confused for a moment but complied, using one hand to remove his pajama top, revealing his slender chest. Pakin said one word:
“Lean!”
“I’m not—”
“Lean down!”
Graph bent forward instantly, and then…
Slurp
“Gasp! Ah… ugh…” The moment Pakin’s tongue flicked over a pale nipple, Graph arched into it, panting rapidly. The drunk man didn’t hesitate, biting lightly, knowing exactly how to make Graph tremble with pleasure. His hot tongue lapped until it was slick.
“Ugh… Phîi… Phîi Pakin…” Graph moaned.
The burning sensation surged back. Graph worked three fingers into the tight passage, moving gently, feeling the desire about to erupt. The more Pakin’s tongue teased his nipple, the closer he felt to bursting.
Slurp
“Inept youth!”
Pakin’s wickedly handsome face licked his lips in satisfaction, but his eyes burned like a devil’s. His sharp mouth sneered slightly, prompting Graph to pull his fingers out and guide the fiery shaft to his entrance.
Then he declared fiercely:
“You’ll regret saying that!”
“Go for it,” Pakin challenged.
Graph pressed down, and…
Gasp
His entire body jolted. The searing heat rubbed at his entrance, but pushing down proved harder than he thought. At first, it was a thrilling rush, like his body was on fire. But soon, pain replaced it, forcing him to grip Pakin’s shoulders tightly, panting heavily.
No way. No way. It won’t fit.
Those words swirled in his head. No matter how he tried to take in the burning heat, sweat pouring, it was just pain screaming he couldn’t do it. Combined with Pakin’s taunts, Graph, who’d been trying so hard, just…
“More…”
“Hmph, crying already?” A sob escaped Graph’s throat as he collapsed onto the broad chest, panting heavily. Pakin said coldly:
“Ugh… I’m just a youth… I’m bloody fucking useless… yeah, I’m pathetic. Happy now, huh? Happy?!” Graph lifted his tear-streaked face, not quite crying but eyes brimming, shouting as he could bear no more.
The look of disappointment and hurt made Pakin clench his jaw.
Drip
“I’m useless. No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be anything in your eyes!”
“Untie my hand.”
Suddenly, Pakin’s voice was firm, making Graph, tears hitting the broad chest, look up.
“I said untie my hand now!”
Gasp
Graph flinched at the fierce gaze, and though he thought he wasn’t scared of Pakin, he gave in, reaching to untie the silk tie with trembling hands, his heart shattered. He’d lost to Pakin. This heart could never win.
No hope left, huh, Graph?
Snap
Crash
But then, expecting the usual scolding, Graph gasped as one of Pakin’s freed hands flipped him onto the bed. The larger man spread Graph’s legs wide, his usually annoyed eyes blazing with desire.
“You did this to yourself, Graph.”
Because you made me lose my patience.
Thrust
“Ah! Ugh… Phîi… I… it hurts… hurts… ugh…” Suddenly, the searing heat plunged deep inside, catching Graph off guard. He moaned, trying to push Pakin’s hips away, but the pain sliced through slowly, the wicked devil licking his lips.
“Didn’t someone warn you? When I’m drunk… I’m a damn devil.”
“No… ugh… Phîi… wait…” Graph pleaded.
Though one hand was still tied, Pakin drove into the tight, burning passage fully, watching Graph writhe, tears streaming down his cheeks. He leaned down, kissing hungrily, devouring Graph’s lips. Graph could only sob, wrapping his arms around Pakin’s neck.
“Ugh… ah… ah…”
As Graph opened his mouth to the scorching kiss, easing the pain into pleasure, Pakin freed his other hand, moving slowly to let Graph adjust. The pained expression turned to pleasure, the smaller body writhing.
“This is where the real thing starts,” Pakin said hoarsely, gazing at Graph’s half-open eyes.
That look fueled Pakin’s need to take what he’d wanted all week. He hoisted Graph’s legs over his shoulders, and…
“Gasp! Ah… Phîi… Phîi Pakin… too… too hard… ugh… it’s intense…” The large shaft pulled out and thrust back in fully, making Graph tremble, hands gripping the sheets tightly, overwhelmed by the fiery passion being fed to him. But it wasn’t just that.
Thrust, thrust, thrust
The burning shaft began pounding in and out heavily, circling in the tight passage. Graph jolted with each thrust, pain turning to pleasure, taunts becoming heat. The hot mouth devoured hungrily, the lower body moving in a fiery rhythm.
“Phîi Pakin… ugh… I… I’m so sensitive… ah… there… don’t focus there… don’t…” Graph moaned desperately as Pakin found his sensitive spot, hitting it hard, grinding and thrusting forcefully.
Graph’s hands clutched the pillow, legs tensing on the broad shoulders.
Snap
“Not enough!” Pakin growled, flipping Graph onto his side, sliding in from behind, spreading the pale leg wide. The fiery shaft thrust with precision, yet fiercely.
Creak, creak, creak
Though the bed frame was solid wood, it shook with the intensity of the two bodies, mingling with moans and the slick sounds filling the air.
“Phîi… ugh… ah…”
“Good, Graph, like that!” The tight, warm passage clenched hard, making the drunk man growl in satisfaction, thrusting harder, the sound of flesh slapping echoing through the room.
The room’s temperature soared, and Graph couldn’t handle the overwhelming pleasure driving him to climax. His body jerked, hips grinding against the hot shaft.
“I’m going to cum… I… Phîi, I can’t… ah… more… ugh!” Graph cried.
Spurt
His body spasmed, breaths rapid, and soon Graph moaned, trembling, releasing fully onto the wide bed without even touching himself.
Snap
“Phîi Pakin… don’t… ugh…” Graph pleaded.
Suddenly, Pakin turned Graph’s face for a searing kiss. Not only that, his lower body moved frantically, slick with sweat, still grinding from behind.
“Ah!”
The moment his mouth was free, Graph gasped for air, seeing Pakin’s clenched jaw, eyes burning like fire.
The man spoke as if reciting a lesson: “It's your fault for making me lose my patience!”
Thrust, thrust, thrust
“Ah! Phîi Pakin… wait… ugh… it’s too much…” Graph moaned.
No time for arguments. The devil who’d kept his claws and fangs hidden from this youth was now fully unleashed—a true demon, just as Win had warned.
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