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“Ugh,” Graph mumbled.
Why’s it so ticklish? Graph thought.
Graph let out a faint moan, like a cat protesting its owner’s touch during a pleasant dream. His body shifted slightly, as if trying to escape the sensation, but it didn’t relent. On the contrary, the caressing touch that tickled seemed to roam everywhere, making the deeply sleeping young man question himself.
Warm—no, hot. Why’s my whole body burning? Graph thought.
A tingling sensation surged through his body, causing him to tilt his neck to dodge it. But that movement only brought a damp warmth pressing against his throat, gliding over his Adam’s apple, making his body tremble. A mix of hot and cold sensations, like a fever, stirred until his tightly shut eyes began to flutter.
What’s going on? I have to go to school today, right? Yeah, school. Janjao will throw a fit if I’m late, Graph thought.
“Ugh, what time is it?” Graph mumbled.
“Seven in the morning,” a voice replied.
“Seven? I’m late. Gotta get up…” Graph said.
Whoosh
“Hey!” Graph shouted.
The young man, habitually late, groaned softly, reluctant to leave the comforting warmth. But the voice answering his question startled him. His eyes, struggling to open, snapped wide in shock, even more so when he saw who was straddling him.
The young man he hadn’t seen in a week, now in a state of… no shirt.
No, it’s not Phîi Pakin who’s shirtless—it’s me! Graph thought.
“What the hell are you doing, Phîi?!” Graph yelled, trying to squirm away, but the other was faster. Pakin grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the soft mattress. That handsome, infuriating face smirked, sharp eyes scanning Graph from head to toe with satisfaction before leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Even a youth should know what I’m about to do,” Pakin said.
Graph flinched, caught off guard. In this situation, this state… he knew what was coming. But why was the young man who’d vanished for a week doing this now?
“Let me go!” Graph said, struggling against the hot breath grazing his neck.
His fierce resistance only made Pakin… smile.
A wicked grin from a young man in a far better mood, especially after sleeping soundly for hours.
Pakin hadn’t planned this at first. But when Graph snuggled closer, the scent of shampoo and soap, combined with his warm body, ignited the unfulfilled desire within him. He’d intended to leave and do what he’d done all week—seek release elsewhere. But then he asked himself, Why make it so complicated?
The one stirring this desire is this youth. No matter who I’m with, it’s not right until I have him, Pakin thought.
The young man knew it was a selfish thought, but he’d always been selfish. Why play the saint and resist touching him?
Why deal with that irritation when I can just satisfy my desire? Pakin thought.
With that selfish reasoning, the youth was right there, body ready, though his face… showed pure anger. That made Pakin, who’d quenched his thirst with the wrong kind, swiftly strip the youth he’d sworn not to touch. Now, Graph’s half-naked body lay before him.
Grab
Pakin matched Graph’s anger, gripping his wrists tightly, pressing him into the mattress as his larger, broader frame loomed above.
Kiss
Gasp!
As Graph turned his neck to escape, warm lips pressed against the prominent curve of his Adam’s apple. Not stopping there, a tongue slowly traced the ridge, sliding down to the hollow of his neck with deliberate calm. Graph shuddered, letting out a faint moan in his throat.
“L-Let… go! Gasp!” Graph said, inhaling deeply as the tongue moved to his ear. The rollercoaster-like sensation hit him, triggered by the hot tongue licking just below his earlobe.
“Ah!” Graph let out a low moan, the electric sensation surging through him, making him struggle harder to escape the young man who… chuckled softly.
“Found a weak spot, huh?” Pakin said.
“Ugh… I said let go, damn it… don’t lick… shit-lizard!” Graph said, as the warm breath deliberately targeted his sensitive neck, followed by heavy kisses and strong sucks that left faint marks. Graph writhed, breathing heavily, feeling like a fever was rising from just a few kisses.
It wasn’t that his body rejected it, but…
“Go to hell, you promise-breaker!” Graph shouted.
Graph was furious—bloody fucking furious, hurt, and resentful. Disappearing for a week and returning to do this? Did Pakin expect him to play the good youth, moaning and accepting everything? What did he think Graph was?
“I’m not a whore!” Graph said.
Even if he’d started this relationship, was it wrong to want more than just sex?
His words made Pakin pause, staring at the flushed, angry yet aroused face. Making Graph melt would be easy, but hearing him say this…
“I don’t see you as a whore,” Pakin said, his deep voice softening. Graph turned, meeting his gaze with red eyes.
“Then why treat me like one? Taking me whenever you want?” the rebellious youth retorted. Pakin narrowed his eyes, his voice growing firmer.
“If I wanted a whore, I’d go find someone else. I wouldn’t be arguing with a youth like this!” Pakin said. The words stung Graph, who struggled harder.
“Then go screw someone else!” Graph said, the words cutting him deeply.
Pakin’s face darkened, his voice rising. “I’m telling you I don’t want anyone else. I want you—that’s why we’re arguing!?”
If it was just sex, he could snap his fingers and have it. But arguing with this arrogant youth was because he wanted him, driving him to frustration.
Graph’s eyes widened, a faint understanding dawning, his struggling easing.
As the youth softened, Pakin, who’d misdirected his pent-up desire all week, didn’t wait. His large hand gripped Graph’s chin, forcing him to meet a searing kiss with precision.
A kiss unlike any before—not to punish or teach, but filled with raw desire to savor soft flesh.
“Ugh… uck… ah…” Graph moaned. Slurp…
The hot tongue plunged into his warm mouth swiftly, giving no chance to catch his breath. Pakin’s lips crushed against his with fervor, their tongues entwining until they felt like one, ignoring the weakening pushes at his shoulders… until Graph’s body went limp.
Pakin deliberately stoked the flames of desire, his tongue pressing close, rubbing until saliva tasted sweet. He pulled back, and Graph, unaccustomed to such a kiss, instinctively followed, his tongue reaching out despite gasping for air. His pushing hands now clutched Pakin’s broad shoulders.
Just a kiss, and I’m already tingling all over, Graph thought.
The youth’s lower body responded honestly, hardening painfully in his pants from the lascivious kiss, trying to keep up with the far more skilled young man.
But Pakin didn’t stop at kissing. His large hands roamed the lanky yet enticing body, tugging Graph’s pajama pants down to his hips.
Grab
Gasp!!!
“Ah… don’t… I have school… I have class today…” Graph pleaded.
“In this state?” Pakin asked.
Flick
“Ah… ugh… shit-lizard… don’t… don’t…” Graph stammered.
Pakin didn’t just ask; his large hand gripped the soft, enticing part, slowly stroking, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the flushed tip. Graph writhed, his hands clutching Pakin’s shoulders, trembling as Pakin chuckled lowly.
Not even fully exposed, and he thinks he can resist me? Pakin thought.
The more Graph resisted, the more it spurred him. Pakin’s fingertips rubbed the flushed tip.
“Ah… it’s intense… intense! Don’t rub there!” Graph cried, thrashing, pushing and pulling at Pakin’s strong shoulders as tears welled, overwhelmed by unintelligible moans.
“Want me to use my mouth?” Pakin whispered slyly. Despite the resentment, Graph, burning all over, nodded vigorously, head shaking.
Lick
“Gasp! N-No… not there… Phîi… don’t play with my chest…” Graph stammered.
Their last encounter had been like a storm passing through, but this was different. The young man promising to use his mouth didn’t move to the enticing part but focused on another equally tempting spot… Graph’s pert nipples. A mere touch made him tremble.
When warm lips enveloped one, Graph arched his chest, unable to bear it, head thrown back. The mix of pleasure and slight pain from the intense sucking and licking numbed him, yet he didn’t want it to stop.
Grab
Despite his protests, Graph gripped Pakin’s neck tightly, teeth clenched, as the wicked lips teased his reddened nipples, sending waves of pleasure that threatened to shatter him. Pakin alternated sides, as if ensuring neither felt neglected, while his hand stroked the enticing part, making Graph feel his fluids leaking.
Not release, but desire.
Desire that grew with the actions of a young man who knew how to please his partner.
Pakin looked at his wet hand, chuckling softly. “It’ll get even better,” he said.
How long since I’ve been with someone inexperienced like this? Last time was probably when I was Graph’s age, Pakin thought.
Pakin had been with inexperienced partners before, around this age, with a fem romantic partner or two. But he’d found seasoned partners less troublesome—until now. Teaching this arrogant youth to writhe beneath him made him… hard.
Not just hard—aching, sweat beading on his back.
Grab
Pakin reached for his pants pocket, then frowned in frustration… no condom.
“Where are you going…?” Graph asked.
Pakin nearly stood to grab a condom, but Graph’s trembling voice and grip on his wrist stopped him. He looked down at the youth, almost fully grown, sprawled on the dark sheets, flushed from his touch, nipples erect, legs spread wide, revealing a tight entrance pulsing invitingly, urging Pakin to enter and thrust until Graph screamed.
Few times have I wanted someone this badly just by looking, Pakin thought.
Screw it, he decided.
The young man who always used protection, no matter who he was with, dismissed why he’d forego it with Graph. His handsome face pressed between Graph’s legs, not letting him prepare, and his tongue licked the wet length, swallowing the sweet, musky fluid with satisfaction.
Slurp… Slurp…
“Ah! Hah! Phîi Pakin… don’t suck… don’t…” Graph cried.
Phîi Pakin’s too good—too good, I’d give him everything, Graph thought.
Graph lay powerless, hips bucking toward Pakin’s mouth, overwhelmed by intense pleasure, heedless of the finger probing his tight entrance. It didn’t hurt—on the contrary, it made him writhe until the sheets crumpled.
A long finger pushed through the tightness, feeling the rapid clenching, moving in and out gently before adding another, thrusting harder. Graph’s body arched, mind blank, only able to beg in a trembling voice.
“Ugh… I give up… Phîi… ah… I give up… take me…” Graph pleaded.
All pride vanished. If the other was so skilled it left him senseless, Graph could only spread his legs, experiencing pleasure he’d never known.
It’s so good, I’m shaking, Graph thought.
The pleading voice made Pakin look up, licking his lips with satisfaction, and he lightly tapped Graph’s pale cheek with the back of his semen-stained hand.
“Say it again,” Pakin said.
Normally, Graph would argue until his throat gave out, but now he spread his legs wider, looked up with teary eyes, and said in a trembling voice, “It’s torture… Phîi… I give up… help me… please… ugh!”
A scorching kiss met Graph’s warm mouth again, and this time, the youth learned quickly, responding skillfully, clutching Pakin’s shoulders and neck, desperate for more. His legs spread wider as Pakin roughly tugged off his pants, their heated cores rubbing together until slick.
Flick
“Ugh… slurp… ah…” Graph moaned. As the hot tip pressed against his small entrance, it felt like plunging off a rollercoaster.
The pleasure’s overwhelming, Graph thought.
Thrust
“Ugh! Hah! Ah…” Graph cried.
As the tip entered, tears streamed down Graph’s face, the piercing pain urging him to push away. But Pakin kept kissing, dominating with his soft tongue, moving his hips expertly—pushing in slightly, pulling back, then thrusting deeper—until Graph moaned, mouth open, accepting the relentless tongue.
“Ah… ugh… mm…” Graph whimpered.
Pakin pulled out slowly, letting Graph barely catch his breath before…
Thrust
“Ughhh! Ugh… hah… ah!” Graph cried, as the hot iron shaft plunged in fully, making him thrash, muffled cries trapped in his sealed mouth. His body trembled with pain and fullness, but above all, it felt like soaring to the sky and crashing down.
This is what ultimate pleasure feels like, Graph thought, experiencing it today.
Pakin, having entered fully, paused briefly before moving slowly, deliberately, making Graph nearly bite his neck from the intense sensation.
“Phîi Pakin… hah… ah… it’s tight… more… give me more…” Graph pleaded.
Desire consumed him, his moans incoherent, feeling suffocated yet bucking to meet Pakin. The larger young man growled softly.
“Good… that’s the face I want to see… good, Graph… beg me,” Pakin said, jaw clenched as the tight passage gripped him, welcoming him more than anyone before, testing his seasoned restraint.
“Harder… Phîi… harder… I want to finish… I…” Graph begged, the slickness easing the pain, unlike last time. Pakin complied, thrusting harder…
Thrust
“Ugh! Hah!” Graph cried.
Pakin sucked relentlessly, the fiery shaft pulling back nearly fully before plunging in deep, nearly tearing the sheets with Graph’s slender frame. His breathing trembled, body shaking, even his pale nipples quivering, until warm lips…
“Phîi… I’m gonna… I… ugh…” Graph stammered.
The relentless teasing pushed Graph to his limit, only stopped by Pakin’s hand squeezing the base of his enticing core, preventing easy release.
Then, Pakin rotated slowly, making Graph tremble helplessly, able only to moan as Pakin desired.
This is what I wanted—his pleading, his unfeigned response, Pakin thought.
“Don’t! Don’t pull out… don’t…” Graph cried, as Pakin slowed, nearly withdrawing the fiery shaft. The youth, initially resistant but overwhelmed by Pakin’s skill, moaned shakily, clenching to keep it inside, desperate for the searing heat.
Graph’s cries made Pakin laugh, mixed with a growl, staring at the tear-streaked face begging him not to stop, pleased.
He rewarded him by…
Thrust… Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ah! Hah… it’s intense… I’m intense… Phîi… harder… I can’t… I can’t…” Graph cried.
Pakin thrust in fully, hoisting Graph’s legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward, hips pounding rapidly. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, the large bed shaking with each thrust, while Graph could only moan endlessly.
Phîi Pakin’s too good to resist, Graph thought.
Pakin knew how to maximize pleasure, ensuring satisfaction, keeping Graph from release like a doctor teasing a patient to beg for medicine. Minutes ticked by, the room’s heat like hellfire, showing no signs of cooling.
Graph moaned until his voice gave out, flipped to his side, back turned, taught the joys of sober sex driven by intent. His mind blurred, aware only of the thrusts filling his body and mind, until he could bear no more, pleading.
“I can’t… let me finish… let me… Phîi Pakin… I can’t…” Graph begged.
Clutching the pillow against the headboard, tears streaming, Graph tried to stroke himself, unable to endure, hips rising to meet each fiery thrust.
I can’t… I’m losing my mind, Graph thought.
His desperation made Pakin chuckle lowly, growling with satisfaction, indulging in the body he couldn’t stop thinking about for the final stretch. He thrust harder, faster, unleashing the pent-up desire that wouldn’t fade.
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Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ah… hah… ugh!” Graph cried.
“Good, Graph, so good… ugh… ugh!” Pakin growled.
Desire released in a flood of thick fluid into the tight passage, while Graph buried his face in the pillow, spilling onto the sheets.
“Huff, huff, huff, huff,” Graph panted.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the room as Graph collapsed face-down, exhausted, with Pakin dropping beside him, running a hand through his hair forcefully.
Unbelievably satisfying, Pakin thought.
Seeking release, Pakin growled softly, glancing at the youth panting so hard his shoulders shook, hardly believing his own desire.
Realizing I want this youth this much is as unsettling as it is thrilling, Pakin thought.
He could no longer control himself from touching him.
Grab
Pakin rolled over, draping an arm over Graph’s waist, pulling the exhausted youth into an embrace. Graph, too drained to resist, panted into the soft pillow, savoring the joy of their lovemaking etched into his body.
Only Phîi Pakin can give me this kind of pleasure, Graph thought.
Not just his heart—his body was now inescapably bound.
“Heard you’ve been a good boy,” Pakin said.
“Ugh… maybe,” Graph mumbled.
“Eating all your meals, taking your medicine?” Pakin asked.
“Yeah,” Graph replied.
“Not causing trouble anywhere?” Pakin asked.
“No,” Graph said.
After the emotional storm subsided, Pakin leaned against the headboard, lighting a cigarette, watching the youth still face-down in the pillow, avoiding eye contact, answering with grunts—“ugh,” “yeah,” “maybe.” It should’ve annoyed him, but Pakin laughed, holding the cigarette in one hand, the other resting on Graph’s messy hair.
“Still mad?” Pakin asked.
“I’m not mad,” Graph said.
“Seems like it. You responded well, though,” Pakin teased.
“You shit-lizard, Phîi!” Graph snapped, angry at himself for giving in and begging, losing all dignity. Pakin’s hand pressed his head into the pillow.
“Ow! What the hell, Phîi?!” Graph shouted.
Graph shot up, glaring angrily as Pakin inhaled deeply, tapping the cigarette into an ashtray while speaking calmly.
“Speak properly when talking to an older person,” Pakin said.
“What’s respectable about you?” Graph retorted.
Whoosh
Graph wanted to argue more, but Pakin’s cold eyes silenced him, making him purse his lips.
“Going to school every day, right?” Pakin asked.
“Yeah! Until you came back from who-knows-where, screwing me so I can’t go to class!” Graph said, irritated by the phrase “dying of desire.” He wasn’t starving—there was plenty to “eat,” but it never satisfied, leaving him wanting. Pakin merely shook his head.
“Come here,” Pakin said, beckoning. But the rebellious youth clung to his pride.
Mad as hell! Gone for so long, then doing this? It felt good, but isn’t that a different matter? Graph thought.
“Graphic,” Pakin said.
“Hmph,” Graph scoffed.
Grab
“Hey!” Graph yelped. When words didn’t work, Pakin didn’t wait, grabbing Graph’s arm and pulling him close. Graph stumbled, collapsing against Pakin, who… wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
The gesture made Graph’s… heart race.
He’s rarely this gentle. When he is, I’m speechless, Graph thought.
As the youth fell silent, Pakin, knowing how to handle him, took another deep drag, then asked calmly, “Heard you were lonely.”
“No way!” Graph protested loudly.
“Someone ratted you out,” Pakin said.
Thud
“Phîi Win betrayed me?!” Graph exclaimed.
So, the youth complained about being lonely, and Win threatened to burn my cars, Pakin thought.
Graph fumed, thinking he could trust Win. Pakin smirked, eyeing the arrogant youth who couldn’t outdo Win.
As ruthless as I am, Win’s just as bad… except in some ways, Pakin thought.
“Not just him. Several people snitched… hmph, you were a good youth waiting for me, huh?” Pakin said.
“I said no!” Graph insisted, face buried in Pakin’s shoulder, cheeks reddening as he denied it. Truthfully, he’d been bloody fucking lonely. Pakin said nothing more, extinguishing his cigarette and looking at the rebellious youth who’d surprisingly been good, staying put as told.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” Pakin said.
“Huh?” Graph perked up, intrigued, as Pakin explained simply.
“I’ll take you out to eat tonight,” Pakin said.
Graph’s eyes widened instantly, but Pakin released the embrace and lay down.
“Hey, Phîi Pakin, talk first!” Graph said.
“No, I’m sleepy. I said tonight, not now. This is my bedroom, and I’m sleeping,” Pakin said, closing his eyes to end the conversation. Graph nearly spoke but stopped at “my bedroom,” falling silent.
If Phîi Pakin isn’t kicking me out, can I stay? Graph thought.
With that, he let go of his doubts and lay down too. He’d get called to the principal’s office if he went to school now, so he’d skip. But…
Grab
A strong arm draped over him again, making Graph call out uncertainly… truly unsure how far Phîi Pakin would make his heart waver.
“I said I’m sleeping,” Pakin said in a low voice. Graph relaxed, wanting to clean up but unsure when this hot-and-cold young man would be kind again. So, he… closed his eyes.
Being a good youth feels pretty good, doesn’t it? Graph thought.
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