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Sarawat looked me intently while sipping his bourbon.

The afternoon sunrays flowed in the room illuminating the messily arranged books, hapazard and disorganised bedsheets and the lamp that was suspended from the ceiling via cable.

It was a particularly silent and cosy afternoon. And it's today when he has offered me a glass of his favourite liquor. I didn't get the possible perverted reasons behind such an invitation- given that such a peaceful ambience can only stire Sarawat's horniness to come out.

The way he looking at me was obviously making me self conscious right now. The way the sun ray refracted in his eyeballs giving a deliciously warm colour to his iris making me want to stare at them all day.

"Did you not like that?" Sarawat's voice broke my trance. It was not his usual mellow voice- it was deeper and much more sensual. Something that made my c'ck stir.

I cleared my throat, "I did".

Why isn't he looking away? The intense gaze was definitely doing something to me. I could feel heat creep up to my cheeks. "What?" I questioned.

He came closer as cicadas cried out outside the windows. His Adam apple bobbed up and down, lips quivered in anticipation. "Keep looking at me like that", he looked at my quivering lips, making me blush, "and I'll kiss you till you drop".

This was, what, the millionth time I have heard him say this, yet betraying my brain and it's sane reasonings, I whined.

He stared at my lips, I did too. He stared at my eyes, probably boring holes in it, searching for something. For me, I found my salvation and sanity in his.

The tension made butterflies sore up higher and higher in waves unlocking the gates of adrenaline. I took his face in my hands, feeling the familiarity in between them, the warm skin I have grown to love. "Kiss me, Wat", his breath hitched, "like you mean it".

"I always mean it, Tine", he sighed putting his lips on mine. A soft brush made me shiver. I tilted my head to get a better angle and started moving my lips against his. He, too, followed the suit but much slowly and with much more passion. His eyebrows furrowed as he closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensation. I followed.

He pulled my face yet closer. I followed.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I followed.

I want him. I want him. I want him.

I moaned when he bite my lips. Soon I had parted them too, welcoming him to invade my senses. If it's him, I am willing to die even.

"Wat", I let out, shivering when he slide his tongue and licked around my cavern and pushed me on the couch until my head stuck with the head rest, in the process.

"Yes, love", he mumbled in between the kisses. I moaned.

He parted soon after looking at me with hooded eyes. His fingers brushed over my cheeks and chin while we gasped for breath. He put his forehead on mine, looking at me. I could see his skin glowing from the sunrays falling on him and his eyes glimmering with love, probably.

"I love you, Wat", I whispered.

"I love you too, Tine", he answered, shortly looking at my face, like I am going to fade anytime soon. "I love you".

He ducked his head in the crook of my shoulder and sighed. His hot breath tickling and making me shiver and close my eyes. I was aroused to the extremities.

He soon began peppering hot kisses on my neck before tugging my T-shirt collar away with a growl and licking a long stip on my collarbone. I moaned and panted at the sensation.

Every stroke of his tongue, every occasional bites, licks and kisses hardened my member bit by bit. I moaned and chanted his name. He was my kryptonite, yet he was salvation.

He tugged open my T-shirt in a swift flow and then worked at opening his. He ducked his head down again after kissing my lips. He went towards my chest, kissing, bitting and sucking there until there were scattering love bites in brilliant shades of red. I squirmed on the couch. He attacked my nipples quite unceremoniously. He sucked on them, licked them and bite them one by one abusing them and praising them in turns.

I mewled and cried and pushed myself towards him more, but, the bastard he was, he slowed down his activities every time I whimpered in complain.

"Patience, baby", Sarawat had answered with a smug smile and hoarse chuckle that undoubtedly hardened my twitching member even more.

I pushed up my lower body towards him, rolling it for some friction which made him hiss and groaned and bite his lips.

That's right! If two could play the game, I was in.

His continued struggling at holding my waist down but it went in vain. But before I can finally give a mental high-five to myself, Sarawat gripped my waist tightly and slammed it down on the couch.

"Don't you test my patience, Tua Woon Wai!" He growled lowly in my ear, biting it after. It sent another wave of arousal to my south. Shit.

I moaned nodding, "Please".

"Please, what?" He asked, his hands landed on my cheek, rubbing soothing circles on it.

"Do... Something", I looked up, watching his melted expression and the way his eyes were almost pouring out love.

He kissed me again slowly, tasting me. He tasted strongly of bourbon, chips he had before and faintly of the mint toothpaste he used in the morning. It was intoxicating nonetheless.

I gripped his hair running my fingers through the soft and smooth locks, moaning and groaning as our pecs brushed against each other creating delirious friction.

His magical hands soon removed my shorts and he groaned finding I went commando.

"Did you like it?" I asked, trying to be bold.

He groaned again falling on top of me, "you're going to be the death of me, Teepakorn". Within seconds his own pants and briefs flew out the scene and we stuck our bodies together, kissing hungrily trying to eat each other. The skin to skin feeling was indescribably ecstatic. The way our throbbing members slided againsts each other left us panting in arousal. It was too much stimulation and too little at the same time.

"More", I choked out.

"Yes, baby. Be right back", Sarawat moaned before running out towards our bedroom. I whined subconsciously at the loss of warmth and contact.

The serenity of the afternoon was creeping away with the city buzzes. Our empty liquor glasses stayed lying on the ground, probably had knocked over by either one of us.

Sarawat soon joined me, putting me down on the couch and pulling my legs on his shoulder. He silently poured excess lube on his fingers before intruding them one by one in my hole, stretching them and lubricanting them for one bigger intrusion coming ahead.

Electricity buzzed down my spine as the pain converted into pleasure. I cried out loud as his crooked fingers brushed my prostrate. The room filled up with lots of "ah, Sarawat!"s ,"more"s and "fuck me already"s.

"Trust me", Sarawat had whispered before kissing my forehead and portruding his condom-wrapped, throughly lubed member in me, stretching me like there was no end.

I screamed at the thick intrusion. It hurts, probably because we didn't do this in three weeks. Last time we did this made me unable to walk for days- it was good nonetheless. I could feel him in me when I walked to University or roamed around the house. It was a fantastic feeling to be honest.

Sarawat stopped immediately, before peppering small kisses over my face with few 'sorry, babe's in between.

He connected our foreheads together again and looked patiently at me, entering even more slowly. Once he was completely in, he asked, "how do you feel?"

"Feel like letting out an infinite shit", I chuckled before Sarawat joined me.

It was surreal. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. All my senses were hyper-aware of Sarawat's existence. He was everywhere. I wrapped my hands over his torso.

"Go, move", I said, breathlessly.

He thrusted slower than the word slow, panting over my parted lip. I, too, panted towards him, moaning breathlessly.

It was beautiful. I felt beautiful. The way his hands glided over my body, worshipping every curve and dents with delicate touches, I felt butterflies. I felt loved.

"Open your eyes, love". I obliged to find eyes full of love staring at me.

His thrusts, unlike last times, remained slower. He was, as if enjoying every single feeling, making it a lasting impact on us.

The pain subsided, opening the gates of ecstasy to fill my senses. His c'ck hit my prostrate soon and I screamed with stars infront of me, "Oh my... Wat! Wat! Ah-"

He snapped his hips with larger force but the rhythms never increased. "Please... Ah... Faster- oh! Please... Please... Wat".

"No, love. Let me... Ah... Love you", he answered, kissing my forehead, gently.

I drank in the view of the person infront of me. He looked etheral making those sounds calling my name. His strokes grew harder but rhythm stayed pathetically slower. The inbuilding frustrations, and stimulations made tears flood out of my eyes.

It was like after an eternity we both came down the intense highs. He fell down on me- over our cum filled bodies.

"You always smell so good, love", Sarawat whispered before falling asleep.

My eyes drooped too. I stayed awake a little longer to drink in the view infront of me- my Wat over me after our love making, glowing under the afternoon sunrays-until the city noises outside would lull me to sleep.

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