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Pakin watched as the young man ran into the bathroom, his sharp eyes still blazing with intensity.
The fire of anger within him showed no signs of subsiding. His large hand raked through his hair forcefully, venting his frustration. He holstered his weapon before taking a deep breath to control the increasingly erratic rhythm of his breathing.
Then, his long legs pivoted toward the door, but as he reached it—
Snap
His large hand froze on the handle. Then...
Crash!
The young man slammed the door back into place with a resounding bang before turning around and collapsing onto the edge of the bed.
Whoosh
Pakin rubbed his face vigorously, his mind flashing back to the events at the field.
“It’s not over yet.”
A single defeat wasn’t just a loss of face; losing in front of an adversary brought catastrophic damage, more than anyone could imagine.
Once they gained the upper hand, the second, third, fourth, and subsequent victories would follow. This wasn’t just about the makeshift arena built for rich kids with too much money to burn on frivolous games—it extended to the numerous businesses he had invested in.
Even if this event only involved powerless youths, it wasn’t as if it went unnoticed. The power struggle between his family and theirs had been ongoing for years, intensifying when he dove headfirst into this world. Though much of it happened behind the scenes, unknown to the public, it still required support. A single misstep could lead to severe consequences.
Then there was the massive project, backed by billions and foreign investors, prepared over two years. Pakin had convinced everyone he was the new, unbeatable force in Thailand. But if word got out that he couldn’t handle a few insignificant punks, who would trust that his investments would succeed?
That major project... the one they leveraged as a bargaining chip, thinking he was foolish enough to invite his adversaries to undermine him.
It wasn’t just that. For years, he had built an image of Pakin as unyielding, and everyone believed it. But this defeat proved otherwise, giving the small fry who wanted to topple him ammunition. A small rumor could spiral out of control, becoming nearly impossible to quell.
That was the nature of his world.
He was riding a tiger now, unable to dismount. Thus, anyone by his side had to be bold enough to climb up with him—not just some naive little one, fit only to be prey for others to toy with.
And now, those predators had turned their sights on that very little one.
Yes, Pakin was furious—furious beyond measure. But deep down, he might be angrier at himself for caring about that young man, worrying about him, and exposing a weakness for others to exploit. If he had been more hard-hearted, pretending that young man meant nothing, Graphic wouldn’t have become a target. But because he feared what might happen to Graphic in the time it took to find him, he had to pause that thought—and negotiate.
It wasn’t just about the benefits from Graphic’s Phô. Sure, Graphic might be the only son of a powerful political family with shared interests, but in reality, his Phô wouldn’t cut political funding over a son he barely cared about.
If something happened to Graphic, their families might not see eye to eye, but the money... that would flow as usual.
So, everything he conceded at the field stemmed from... his concern for that damned-animal young man alone!
Someone who didn’t even realize what it took to stand by his side!
Pakin raked his hair again, trying to deny how anxious he felt, knowing his enemies had discovered his weakness was just one high school youth. They wouldn’t stop if they knew capturing Graphic would benefit them and ruin him.
Right now, the one in danger was Graphic... not him.
“Shit-lizard, I kept him away for years, and in one damned night... ” The young man cursed under his breath again.
He was no longer just Phîi Pakin, the one Graphic could act spoiled around. He was Khun Pakin, commanding hundreds, maybe thousands. He had tried to keep Graphic at a distance since returning to Thailand after graduating. But the moment he let Graphic get close, the very thing he feared from the start happened.
Glancing at the bathroom door, even without hearing anything, the tall figure knew the person inside was crying heavily.
Graphic needed to understand, to realize the consequences of his stubborn actions.
If he wanted to stay here, he had to grow up!
Pakin knew the harsh words he’d yelled at Graphic and his cruel actions were like slow poison killing him. But if Graphic couldn’t withstand that poison, Pakin couldn’t choose him either.
Yet, he couldn’t let him go... letting him go now would be like handing him over to them.
The young man stood again, intending to cool off in another room and figure out how to prevent this naive youth from stumbling into danger again. But... a tear-streaked face flashed in his mind.
A face usually full of bravado, now reduced to that of a youth terrified of being abandoned.
He needed to teach him a lesson he’d never forget, but—
“Shit-lizard,” his long legs halted. Instead of heading to the bedroom door, they turned toward the bathroom.
Shhh... shhh... shhh...
The tall figure heard the sound of water hitting the tiles first, seeing only steam filling the room. His sharp eyes scanned quickly, a deep fear that the defenseless youth might harm himself over earlier words. And then...
Hic... hic... sob... cough... hic...
Listening closely, amid the loud rush of water, sobs came from one corner. The tall figure strode toward the glass partition, squinting through the steam-covered glass. There, he saw... the source of the crying.
The person huddled in the farthest corner, knees drawn up tightly, face buried between them, curled into a ball. Soaked by the pouring water, his shoulders trembled with each heart-wrenching sob, causing the onlooker to freeze.
What radiated from the usually brash young man was... despair.
Tears streamed down his face, his nose red, gasping for air, choking on water but refusing to stand, fearing his sobs would be heard. Unaware that the angry man stood just beyond the glass.
Sniff, sniff
The young man wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand, but the tears wouldn’t stop. His eyes burned, his nose stung, his body shivered despite the warm water, and his heart pounded as if it might give out—like a runner who’d exhausted all strength but kept running.
“I’m... sorry... sorry... sob... sorry... ”
Let-me-die!
Ultimately, the one who vowed to teach a lesson opened the glass door and rushed in.
Snap
“Phîi... Pakin... ”
Two hands yanked the huddled youth up from the floor, pushing him against the wall. Startled, he called out in a trembling voice.
Seeing the state of the youth who’d defied him all along, Pakin was speechless. This sight left only the tear-streaked face, unbearable to look at, causing the youth to sob uncontrollably, stripped of his usual bravado.
“I’m... sorry... hic... Phîi... don’t leave... me... I beg you... hic... I won’t do this again... never again... Phîi Pakin... I love you... I love you... ”
Gulp
The listener froze, words stuck in his throat. Though Pakin knew full well how this youth felt, he’d never heard it so clearly. Now, the youth, terrified of being abandoned, clung tightly to his shirt, as if it were his last lifeline.
Afraid that if he didn’t speak now, he’d never get the chance again.
Thud
“Phîi... Pakin... I love you... always have... hic... love only you... ten years... I’ve loved you... I only have you... hic... don’t leave me... I have no one... no one else... Phîi Pakin... ” The youth leaned his head against the broad chest, speaking as if his heart might break.
“Phîi Pakin... I love you... love you... ”
Graphic sobbed against his chest, hands clutching tightly, declaring his love.
For the only person who’d filled his heart for ten years.
Words that left the listener stunned, staring at the head nestled against his chest, a trembling body like a baby bird fallen from its nest, and words of love... like a shattered heart.
It was too much to ignore.
Normally, the taller figure would find a way to dodge, avoiding complications. But this time—
Snap
His hands wrapped around the youth’s shoulders, pulling the not-so-fragile, not-so-strong body closer—closer than ever, with only clothes between them. The youth in his arms... sobbed louder.
“I love you, Phîi Pakin... I love you... ” Hearing the words of a youth terrified of losing everything, the man who’d tried to ignore those pleading eyes finally said,
“I know, Graphic. I know.”
Now, Pakin acknowledged the feelings of the stubborn youth in his arms.
Even after the youth stopped crying, Graphic refused to leave the volatile man’s side. Though terrified of earlier words, above all, he feared everything would end. He clung to the larger man, shedding wet clothes, bathing together without... conversation.
Krittitee had said “I love you” and feared the response. So when Phîi Pakin didn’t speak, he didn’t dare say more.
“Come sit here... take off your shirt too.”
Gasp
When they left the bathroom and the larger man pointed to the bed’s edge, the youth flinched, fearing a repeat of earlier events. But with those sharp eyes watching, he moved to sit, pulling off the small towel draped over his head and unbuttoning his sleep shirt.
Pakin stepped to the phone, calling downstairs.
“Someone bring up a first-aid kit.”
Graphic’s eyes widened, staring at the man’s back as he turned. Meeting those eyes, his own dropped immediately.
Pakin stepped forward, looking at the once-brash youth now staring down.
Rustle His gaze shifted to the bruise visible since their shower—a deep red mark on the youth’s stomach.
“What did they do to you?”
“I didn’t do anything, really! I wasn’t looking for trouble. I was just heading home, and they grabbed me, I—”
“I’m not scolding you. Don’t make excuses... just tell me what they did.” Perhaps due to lingering fear, Graphic rushed to explain, voice rapid, until the listener cut him off, focusing on what he needed to know. The youth quieted for a moment.
“Phîi... you’re not mad at me anymore... Khrap?” he asked uncertainly, prompting the listener to cross his arms.
“Don’t ask what you already know. If you’re going to ask, ask why I was mad.” The now-calmer man, as if the water had doused his rage, countered. His tall frame loomed over the youth, who stared at his own hands.
Was he still mad? Of course, but not as much as before.
“So... ”
“Because you didn’t consider what world you’ve stepped into.” Before he could finish, the listener answered, leaving the youth looking up, confused, as Pakin nearly sighed.
Even after everything, he still didn’t get it. Anyone else might let it slide, let him remain a naive high school youth unaware of the world’s dangers. But now, everything had changed. Despite his efforts to push him away, those damned animals would pull him in anyway.
“There’s danger all around me, you know that, right?”
“This isn’t just high school kids fighting, not just teachers chasing you. Understand that a life can end with a single bullet. If you keep acting naive, oblivious to consequences, you can’t stay here... ”
“But I—”
“I didn’t sleep with Plai-fah, and I didn’t sleep with Shin.”
Gulp
Pakin ignored the excuses. With the situation worsening, he needed to make this youth understand clearly. Even something as trivial as jealousy had to be addressed.
“Then why did you let them up here... ?”
“Look around before asking that, Graphic. Don’t you see what those guys are capable of? The safest place was that vehicle. I wasn’t worried about not sleeping with Plai-fah—I regretted losing a skilled racer, hard to come by. It’s not about sex; it’s about people’s lives.”
The firm tone made the youth feel only guilt piercing his heart. Yes, back then, he’d only thought of jealousy, not life-and-death stakes. But after being kidnapped and beaten, he began to understand how different Pakin’s world was.
“... I’m sorry.”
The youth shrank further, whether from fear or something else. But it was enough for Pakin to say,
“And I told you I wouldn’t mess with anyone else as long as you’re here.”
Pakin pointed at the youth before him, making Graphic blink. Yet, fear drove him to ask,
“Then... earlier... ?”
The room’s owner sighed openly and said firmly,
“I was just going to cool off, not find someone else!”
The words made the youth shrink further, feeling guilty, just as a knock sounded. The speaker sighed again, went to retrieve the first-aid kit, and returned to find the stubborn youth hiding under a towel, as if escaping blame. Pakin sat beside him.
“Phîi, am I really just a nuisance?” The lingering question made Pakin pause as he squeezed ointment onto his finger, touching the youth’s stomach, making him flinch slightly while Pakin thought of an answer.
Every time they met, problems followed. But was he really the disaster Pakin had called him?
“I spoke too harshly.”
That alone made the face under the towel regain some color, letting the larger man apply the ointment gently. When finished, Pakin stood again, but—
Snap
The youth hiding under the towel grabbed his hand and looked up.
“Phîi... aren’t you going to punish me?”
Pakin’s gaze steadied. He felt he’d punished the youth enough, but those eyes... they wanted redemption, no, wanted to do anything to make him less angry.
“Want to be punished, do you?”
Silence answered—no one wanted punishment.
“Go to sleep. It’s almost morning.”
Snap
But the youth who didn’t want punishment still gripped his wrist tightly, those trembling eyes fixed on the stern face, voice shaking as he said,
“Punish me, please, Phîi.”
Pakin understood why the youth said this—he wanted assurance he’d atoned. Moving closer, he placed a knee beside him, looming over as his deep voice asked,
“If I punish you, how can I be sure you’ll learn your lesson?”
“I’ve learned, Phîi. I really have.”
The youth’s words prompted Pakin to lift his chin, locking eyes.
“Then you’ll do as I say, right?”
Despite fearing those gleaming eyes, the youth could only agree.
“I... will.”
***
“Move your hips more, Graphic.”
“I... can’t... ha... ah... it’s too deep.”
The clock’s short hand had passed four, yet the room’s owner wasn’t asleep. The trembling moans of a youth straddling a larger body filled the air, hands pressed against a firm stomach, hips swaying to meet the large part penetrating deeply.
The youth could only moan shakily, toes curling into the soft mattress, nearly fainting as the man below swirled his hips lightly, the large part rubbing tightly inside, sending shivers through him.
Slosh, slosh
The embarrassingly wet sounds echoed through the room, lubricant dripping at the taut entrance with each movement against the fiery part buried deep.
“Ah... ah... aah... ” The youth felt his senses slipping, overwhelmed just by taking in the hot core. Only his honest body kept moving, as if trying to release the desire the other had ignited.
Phîi Pakin stoked the flames of passion—lips, hands, fingertips, and body rubbing until they were nearly one. But when Graphic pleaded he couldn’t take it, the larger man whispered,
“If you can’t take it, then do it.”
The image of the tall figure leaning against the headboard, large hands stroking the large part like a Lucifer tempting mortals to hell—hot, fierce, and sexy all at once—left Krittitee crawling atop, using fingertips to widen the warm, narrow path already prepared, then... taking it all in.
The sensation as it entered, turning to warmth on the bed, the heat and strength as if melting him.
Graphic knew Phîi Pakin was punishing him, knew he had to move, but could only sway his hips, letting it rub inside, biting his lip tightly.
Just rubbing was enough to push him over the edge.
Snap
“Phîi... I can’t... no strength... ah... ” Graphic collapsed forward, hugging the man’s neck, whispering hoarsely, body trembling as the hot flesh rubbed his sensitive spot inside, feeling more intense than the front, brimming with clear droplets.
His body had learned to find pleasure just from being driven from behind.
The plea made the listener’s eyes gleam, hands lifting the pale hips, pulling up until nearly slipping out, prompting a frantic head shake.
“No... don’t take it... out... ”
Thrust
“Ah!... aah... mmph... ” The youth cried incoherently as his hips were pressed down, taking the fiery part fully, tears streaming down his cheeks—not from pain, but from overwhelming sensation threatening to erupt. The man controlling his hips licked along his neck, feeling every flinch with each movement.
“Phîi... it’s intense... hic... more... ”
“You like it, huh? If you like it, it’s not punishment.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust
“Gasp!... ah... Phîi, I’m falling... I’m... mmph... more... ”
Pakin whispered in his ear, but before he could steady himself, large hands slipped under his knees, lifting the youth swiftly. His legs dangled above the bed, only the tight passage and large part colliding. The taller man raised his knees, pulling out and thrusting back in forcefully, making the youth moan shakily.
Likewise, his body trembled.
Thud
Graphic was pushed back against the headboard, legs lifted over Pakin’s shoulders, large hands supporting his round backside, controlling the rhythm—pulling out, thrusting deep, rubbing precisely. And...
“No... not there... hic... there... ”
Thrust, thrust, thrust
“Gasp!... ah... Phîi... ” The more he protested, the more Pakin targeted that sensitive spot inside, making the youth cling to his strong neck, panting heavily, body rocking. But he didn’t stop.
“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t beg me to stop today?”
“I... gasp... Phîi... I’m... I’m going to... mmph... ”
The listener’s eyes gleamed, gazing at the tear-streaked face, swollen red lips, flushed cheeks, and skin turning rosy. The honest body responded to his rhythm, despite its inexperience.
He didn’t like the inexperienced, but Graphic might be an exception.
Teaching this youth from the start until now... it aroused him more than ever.
A body that was his alone, and a heart...
Thump, thump
“Phîi... don’t... too hard... ugh... ”
Pakin halted his dangerous thoughts, channeling them into driving his body forward, shaking the bed, pressing the youth’s slender frame flat against the soft mattress. Only his spread legs welcomed the heated touch.
For some reason, he wanted to torment this youth endlessly.
His fierce eyes gazed at the pale body... a body that could grow stronger, but even now, it set him ablaze. He wanted to drive into that tight, warm passage gripping his son, to lick the sweaty, gleaming skin, to stroke the still-vividly-colored part never touched by another, to make this body moan until it broke—and couldn’t live without him.
A desire he didn’t want to question, whether it was merely physical or something deeper.
He only knew... he couldn’t stop.
“Ah... aah... aah!... ”
Splatter
He didn’t stop, even as the youth released onto his stomach. Pakin flipped the slender body, lifting his hips, and...
Thrust
“Mmph... hic... ” Graphic could only close his eyes, panting heavily as the large part entered again. It no longer hurt—only intense pleasure as it rubbed the tight passage. He arched his hips back as large hands gripped his sensitive part.
Graphic thought he couldn’t take more, but as he was roused... his body responded.
Slurp
Gasp!
The youth clutched the sheets as a tongue licked along his back, face buried down, hips swaying to meet the other relentlessly. The softened part hardened again, and he could only blame Phîi Pakin.
The man who pressed on relentlessly—slowly, then fiercely, swirling until wet sounds echoed, leaving no pain. Graphic felt only bliss in the heat of passion but whispered softly,
“Have... you forgiven me... ?”
A question the larger man didn’t answer, even as the tight passage overflowed with thick fluid.
***
The sun had risen, but Pakin hadn’t slept. He leaned against the headboard, smoking, gazing at the naked, unconscious body beside him.
He was asking himself what to do next.
Not about safety, but about this youth’s place.
Pakin had planned to increase protection, ensuring no mosquito could touch him. But what he couldn’t settle was where to place Graphic in his life.
Everyone thought Graphic was his, and Pakin didn’t deny it.
This youth was his—at least he’d claimed him from dawn to daylight. But what should he do next?
Step back, and it was no longer just a game. He was pushing him forward with no way back.
The powerful man had just acknowledged Graphic’s feelings, and having done so, he couldn’t ignore them as before. The question was whether he’d stop here or let it continue until Graphic had no way back.
He always had an out, but this youth... didn’t.
The man stubbed out his cigarette, gently ruffling the sleeping youth’s hair, then pushed all thoughts aside.
Snap
He lay down, pulling the unconscious body into his arms.
He was too tired to think now.
“Good night, you troublemaker,” Pakin whispered before closing his eyes.
Unaware that some things were beyond his control. Perhaps the one with no way back wasn’t the youth in his arms... but him.
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