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Slap, slap, slap
Creak, creak, creak
“Ugh… ah… I… can’t… Phîi… no…”
At this moment, the master bedroom of the house was still scorching, no different from over an hour ago. While pillows and blankets were strewn about, the two on the bed showed no signs of stopping their heated activity, which had been going on for quite a while. The young man gripping the headboard tightly moaned as if pleading for mercy, in stark contrast to the wickedly handsome man who kept thrusting into the tight passage with fervor.
The larger man had no intention of stopping. The intensity made the sound of flesh against flesh echo through the room, Graph’s head shaking, the bed creaking loudly, telling its own story. But no matter how much Graph moaned until his voice was hoarse, the man…
“Ugh… gasp… ah… it’s still not enough.”
Pakin’s low, husky voice growled as he claimed every ounce of pleasure, driving into the warm, tight passage, feeling the searing heat, the slickness, and the fierce clenching that only urged him to thrust harder.
It’s not enough. Not yet. And it won’t be anytime soon.
Snap
“Ugh!” The thought made the larger man pull out, turning Graph, who had his back to him, to lie flat on his back. He spread Graph’s legs wide, and…
Thrust
Pakin drove in, rubbing against the slick, soft walls.
“Ah… stop… enough… ugh… it’s too much… Phîi… I… can’t…” Graph cried.
Though pleasure overwhelmed his body, Graph’s voice trembled, his chest heaving with rapid breaths, sweat drenching him like someone who’d been caught in passion for hours. His pale hands grabbed Pakin’s hips, trying to slow the force, but the larger man didn’t hold back in the slightest.
Pakin’s sharp eyes, still ablaze with desire, fixed on the pale body that had endured him for so long. The scent of release filled the room, but it didn’t temper his intensity. On the contrary, that scent awakened his primal instincts even more.
And the more he looked… the less Pakin could restrain himself.
The image of the stubborn youth beneath him—face flushed, lips swollen, eyes brimming with tears, his slender body marked with love bites, hands clutching the soft pillow tightly, body swaying with each thrust. Graph’s mouth said no, said enough, but his hips tensed and arched to meet every deep thrust, making it nearly impossible for Pakin to stop.
Snap
“Ugh! Deep… this position… it’s too deep… I’m going to lose it…” Graph moaned.
Thrust, thrust, thrust
“Good… like that, harder, Graph,” Pakin said, pulling the prone body into his embrace, letting Graph straddle him. His large hands gripped the pale hips, squeezing firmly, urging Graph to move until the sound of his backside hitting Pakin’s lap echoed through the room. Though Graph lacked seductive finesse, his raw innocence, rarely tasted, made the wicked devil… lick his lips in satisfaction.
“Mmm…” Pakin kissed Graph deeply, tongues entwining, as sweat dripped down Graph’s face. Graph’s hands clung to Pakin’s broad shoulders, moans echoing in his mouth, drool trickling to his chin, while his pale hips moved, clenching Pakin relentlessly.
Graph was so overwhelmed with pleasure he could barely breathe. The position drove the hot shaft deeper, grinding against the sensitive spot inside, pushing him to the edge. He reached down, stroking himself in rhythm with his panting breaths, the sound filling the room.
“Phîi Pakin… smack… ugh… smack…”
The sound of kisses mingled with the slick sounds of sweat and release—Graph’s third climax of the night—stoking their fervor. Graph pulled back slightly, resting his face on Pakin’s broad shoulder, eyes wide, body tensing as he couldn’t hold on.
“I’m going to come… ugh… ugh… I’m going to come… going to come… ah… ah…” Graph cried.
Spurt, spurt, spurt
His fourth release of the day. The larger man moved to stroke him harder, the flushed tip pulsing. Pakin’s hot lips kissed the stubborn youth, who tensed, gasping for air before releasing every drop.
“Gasp, gasp… ugh… ah…” Graph trembled, collapsing into Pakin’s arms, utterly exhausted. The hot, tight passage clenched rapidly with his climax, gripping Pakin so tightly he clenched his jaw, thrusting to meet Graph’s hips fully.
“Phîi, I can’t… can’t anymore… ah…” Graph pleaded.
Though he’d reached his fourth climax, Pakin hadn’t come once. Graph flinched, biting his lip, tilting his head back as the rigid shaft moved slowly, then heavily, stoking the heat in his body. But the exhaustion from over an hour of activity was too much for Graph to bear.
“But I’m not done,” Pakin growled, pushing Graph to lie flat again.
“I can’t… gasp… ah… really can’t… Phîi… ugh… enough… enough… ah…” Graph pushed and shoved at Pakin’s broad shoulders, but he had no strength left. He could only spread his legs, taking the rigid shaft that pulled out and thrust back in. His tearful eyes pleaded, one hand digging into Pakin’s shoulder, shaking his head fiercely.
Bang
Gasp
Graph’s small resistance made Pakin slam his hand against the headboard, startling the exhausted youth. Graph looked up at the sharp face, half-hidden in shadow, revealing only a visage consumed by desire, sweat dripping, low panting, a growl in his throat, and blazing eyes that spoke of his intensity.
“Remember this: don’t mess with me when I’m drunk.”
Pakin was already relentless, but with alcohol… no one could stop him.
“I never messed with you… gasp… ha… I never messed with you, Phîi…” Graph replied faintly, wrapping his arms around Pakin’s neck, lifting his legs to encircle Pakin’s waist.
Pakin clenched his jaw, closing his eyes as desire peaked, his lower body moving in rhythm.
“Do it… go all out… ah… I won’t give up… no way…” Graph said, panting, his senses fading, arms clinging tightly, head tilted back. Pakin pressed his hand against the wall, feeling Graph’s exhaustion but unable to stop.
“Ah… Phîi… don’t hit… that spot… don’t… ha…” Graph trembled, voice hoarse, as the tight passage clenched harder.
“I can’t… can’t… ugh… can’t… ugh…” Graph’s trembling voice grew faint, his body overwhelmed by the day’s stress, emotional pressure, and physical exhaustion. And so…
Slump
Kritthee, who’d endured the intense desire for so long, could no longer hold on, collapsing onto the bed, unconscious.
Snap
Pakin caught the slender body in time, inhaling the scent of desire deeply, thrusting a few more times.
“Graph… gasp… gasp… almost… just… ugh… ugh…” Pakin growled low, his body shuddering, releasing every drop of desire into the tight passage, his large hand gripping the headboard tightly.
Thud
After a while, he leaned against the headboard, panting deeply, opening his eyes to see Graph unconscious in his arms. He slowly withdrew.
“Gasp, gasp, gasp… ah… sober now, damn it,” Pakin muttered.
He slid to rest against the headboard, tilting his head to stare at the ceiling, steadying his breathing before reaching for a cigarette and lighting it.
“How long’s it been since I went this long?” he mused.
Normally, he was stamina-driven, but not for hours. When too drunk, he’d stop when he felt like it. But with Graph, he didn’t know why he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to rest, wanted to keep going, to claim fully—maybe to satisfy the week-long craving.
Pakin glanced at the tear-streaked, exhausted body beside him.
“Puff” He inhaled deeply, then stubbed out the cigarette, leaning to look at Graph. Seeing the tear-stained face, he wiped the tears away with his fingertips.
Graph’s state now might be worse than being ravaged.
Pakin sighed again, gently moving Graph to the center of the bed, then inspected the damage, running a hand through his hair roughly.
“Damn shit-lizard!”
Though Graph had annoyed him since they were young, Pakin never imagined using alcohol as an excuse to leave him in this state. Initially, he thought satisfying his desire would let him return to a peaceful life. Who’d have thought he’d feel guilty about Graph like this?
Yes, there was blood.
Pakin shook his head slowly, getting up from the bed but not going far. He went to the bathroom, grabbing a damp towel and wet wipes to clean Graph roughly, focusing on the most battered area. Once Graph seemed more comfortable, he pulled the blanket over him.
He wasn’t so despicable as to sleep with Graph and leave him like that.
At least he’d looked after him since he was young.
“But I didn’t think I’d wreck him this bad,” Pakin muttered, running a hand over Graph’s pale forehead, seeing the tormented face even in unconsciousness. He leaned close, whispering:
“I’m sorry.”
An apology—whether for giving in to base desires, provoking Graph to get what he wanted, or making Graph hurt again and again.
Pakin slept only a few hours before a burning sensation woke him. It was hot, uncomfortable, tormenting, stirring him from sleep. At first, he was irritated by someone clinging to him, nuzzling close, but the unusually high body temperature made his eyes snap open. He turned to look.
The stubborn youth was shivering as if cold, yet his bare body… burned like fire.
Rustle
“Graph!” Pakin sat up instantly, touching Graph’s shoulder, then wincing.
Yank
Without thinking, he tore off the blanket, seeing Graph’s pale body, face flushed like someone with a fever. Everywhere he touched was scorching, making him curse.
“Bloody fucking cur!”
Graph’s health was never strong. Stress or physical strain often made him sick, but what Pakin did last night was more than strain. As the alcohol’s haze cleared, Pakin was fully alert, recalling the intensity of his actions.
“Ugh… ugh…” Graph’s pained movements, shaking harder, made Pakin pull the comforter over him, then grab the phone.
“Call the doctor, and Aunt, get up here now!”
Crash
He slammed the phone down, rubbing his head, tilting it to the ceiling as trouble lined up from the moment he woke.
Yes, he wanted to deal with Graph, but he hadn’t ignored the consequences. Last night, too drunk, desire overpowered reason. Now that trouble lay shivering on his bed… in a room that clearly showed what happened.
“Phîi… ugh… Phîi…” Graph’s faint, feverish moans called out, making Pakin turn back.
“Causing me trouble again,” Pakin said harshly, but he wasn’t cruel enough to abandon Graph. He grabbed pants, slipping them on roughly, then climbed onto the bed.
Snap
He pulled the sick youth into his arms, one hand gently stroking his hair.
“Don’t die over something like this.”
No one had ever died from his sex, and Pakin didn’t want Graph to be the first.
“Take care of the room myself. Go wait for the doctor and bring him up immediately,” Pakin ordered.
“Yes, yes,” the housekeeper, Aunt Kaew, replied.
***
That morning, Win woke early, quietly worried about last night’s outcome. He was surprised to see the household staff scrambling, especially the head housekeeper, who seemed more frazzled than anyone. He approached, asking curiously:
“What’s all the chaos this early?” The housekeeper turned, forcing a smile.
“Khun Pakin called for a doctor, Khrap. Khun Graph has a high fever, and his condition… isn’t great.” The long-time housekeeper, summoned early, spoke softly, recalling Graph sprawled on the bed, drenched in sweat, burning up.
But that wasn’t all. Stepping into the master’s room gave her a clear idea of what happened last night. She knew Win was up to something, but hadn’t imagined it was sending a little pup to be devoured by a lion.
“Not great?” Win frowned sharply, but the housekeeper only smiled faintly, relaying Pakin’s orders.
“Khun Pakin hasn’t allowed anyone to visit Khun Graph yet, Khrap. I’ll go wipe him down first.” Aunt Kaew headed upstairs, leaving Win momentarily still, eyes worried. But soon, a faint smile curved his lips.
He could guess Graph’s state, but one thing stood out… no visitors allowed.
That could mean two things: Pakin didn’t want anyone to know his mistake, or he didn’t want anyone seeing Graph right now… covered in his marks.
“I don’t think Khun Win should meddle in this,” a deep voice said disapprovingly from behind, making Win turn.
Panchai stood, looking disapproving, while the family doctor behind him smiled.
“Hello, Uncle Doctor,” Win said, ignoring Panchai, greeting the other man.
“I’ll check on the patient first. Khun-chai ordered it urgently,” the senior doctor said, following a maid upstairs, leaving Win and Panchai staring at each other.
The stern-faced man repeated: “This is between Khun Graph and my boss.”
“It’s done, right?”
Pause
Win froze as Panchai cut him off, offering a faint smile, arms crossed, speaking as if Win were still a youth.
“No matter how much you try to help, the one who decides is my boss.”
“It’s done, then… I’ve got work today,” Win said, heading to his room to change, but paused as Panchai’s deep voice followed:
“You can’t change anything, Khrap.”
For a split second, Win continued walking, ignoring the warning, the charming smile on his face… gone.
Yes, I can’t change things between me and you anymore, but I can still keep Graph from walking my path, can’t I?
He might have chosen the wrong path from the start… one that grew further from that man with every step.
***
“I gave him a shot and left medication. Make sure he takes it as prescribed. Monitor him—if the fever spikes, he may need a hospital,” the doctor said.
Pakin stood, arms crossed, leaning against the bed’s edge, listening calmly to the family doctor who’d cared for his family since his father’s time. The patient on the bed had been cleaned, dressed in fresh pajamas, and calmed significantly after the injection.
“That youth’s always been tough to medicate. In this state, no way he’s waking to take pills,” Pakin said, nodding toward Graph, whom Aunt Kaew was wiping sweat from. The doctor met his eyes, smiling.
“If he can’t take pills, suppositories might be needed, but in his condition, I wouldn’t recommend them… lucky he didn’t need stitches.”
Pakin froze, knowing since last night how battered that tight passage was, swollen and bruised. Lucky it hadn’t torn enough for a hospital trip. The guilt hit harder as the respected doctor examined Graph and shook his head slightly.
A gesture that showed how much of a monster Pakin had been.
“As for the medicine, if he won’t take it, you’ll have to force-feed him,” the doctor said.
“Force-feed?” Pakin echoed, sighing deeply as he looked at the doctor.
“You made the mess, you clean it up. Lucky you’re not being sued for assaulting a youth.”
“He came onto me,” Pakin retorted.
“Since when does Pakin give in to youths… and this one’s a politician’s son, no less,” the doctor said. Pakin sighed. If not for their long-standing respect, he’d have snapped back until the doctor trembled. Instead, he just nodded curtly.
The doctor knew Pakin hated complications.
“Funny, I’ve been with this family for decades, and this is the first case like this. You never bring youths into the house, let alone call me urgently like this,” the doctor said, eyeing Pakin curiously. Pakin waved it off, as if it was nothing.
“Taking care of him temporarily,” Pakin said.
The doctor smiled, standing up.
“Then take good care of him.” Knowing the family’s depths, the doctor understood silence preserved peace best.
“By the way, when’s your father back in Thailand?” the doctor asked.
Pakin glanced at him, smirking coldly.
“No idea when he’s back, but I hope Graph’s situation doesn’t reach his ears.”
Graph was always Pakin’s trouble.
Pakin had lived freely for years, both as a teen and in his career. His father, now a senior consultant, was investing in a new business in Europe while still controlling many ventures behind the scenes. Though Pakin never feared his father, he knew some lines shouldn’t be crossed… including this youth.
“I’ll try to keep it quiet,” the doctor said, his faint smile a subtle threat. Pakin walked him out, as the doctor reiterated:
“Make sure he takes his meds on schedule. If he worsens, call me, or get him to a hospital, especially with his history of frequent hospital visits.” Panchai had shared Graph’s medical history when picking up and dropping off the doctor.
“Thanks for coming, Uncle,” Pakin said, noncommittal. The doctor, about to descend the stairs, turned back.
“I shouldn’t say this, but being that rough with a youth… take good care of him.”
The marks on Graph’s body told last night’s story clearly. Pakin just smiled coldly, neither confirming nor denying, as the doctor, done with his task, left. Downstairs, Panchai waited.
Panchai’s eyes met Pakin’s, a question in his gaze. Pakin waved a hand.
A signal to cancel today’s work.
The stern-faced man nodded, escorting the doctor out.
Bang
“Should we move Khun Graph back to his room, Khrap?” the head housekeeper asked as Pakin returned. He glanced at Graph, now more comfortable thanks to the medicine, though his breathing was rapid, his body burning with fever.
He’s just in my way here.
“No need,” Pakin said.
“And you, Khun Pakin…” the housekeeper began.
What charm has this youth spread through the house?
Aunt Kaew’s eyes held hope that Pakin would care for the stubborn youth himself. Sensing it, Pakin gave a cold smile.
“I’ll sleep in another room,” he said.
“…Yes, Khrap,” Aunt Kaew replied, her eyes disappointed, but she accepted politely.
“Then I’ll stay tonight to watch Khun Graph, Khrap,” she said.
“Hm,” Pakin responded, seemingly indifferent, heading to the bathroom to clean himself after the morning’s chaos with Graph. Aunt Kaew sighed, gently stroking Graph’s hair, sighing softly.
“Khun Graph, don’t hate Khun Pakin, okay? He may be rough, but he’s never truly cruel to you,” she said. Her eyes, watching Graph since he was young, always chasing her Khun-chai, now grown and still devoted to this man.
“Don’t give up easily. I’m rooting for you,” she whispered.
Bang
Gasp
Aunt Kaew jumped as the bathroom door opened. Pakin spoke evenly:
“Do whatever you need to, Aunt. I’m free today. I’ll look after him.” The old woman beamed, nodding eagerly, hurrying out to hide her overly delighted smile. Pakin watched her leave, then approached the exhausted figure on the bed, tapping Graph’s forehead lightly.
“Get better quickly, before they think I’m more of a monster than I already am.”
Though it sounded like he was dodging blame, his tone was gentler than usual.
A tone that let the sick youth sleep soundly, free of nightmares.
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