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Also, this chapter has some mature content. If you're below 18, please skip this chapter, sorry.

Third Person POV

"Coo... Cooheart..."

When Cooheart did not respond but just kept his eyes tightly shut, Kao slowly moved his hand upward from Cooheart's knee to his silky thigh.

When Cooheart did not protest but kept quite still, Kao slid his hand inwards of the thigh, and then placed his hand over Cooheart's warm throbbing member that was still straining under the cotton briefs.

Kao heard Cooheart gasp and saw his chest jerk upward, however Cooheart still wasn't protesting.

Kao nervously and very slowly placed his hand, inch by inch inside Cooheart's briefs, expecting any second for Cooheart to stop his roaming hand.

Cooheart started to moan softly. Kao nuzzled his face against Cooheart's neck while at the same time taking hold of Cooheart's stiffened member and gently pulling it out of his briefs. Cooheart continued to moan softly.

Emboldened by Cooheart's moans and the fact that he wasn't protesting in any way, Kao placed his body over Cooheart, making sure not to place his weight on Cooheart's chest.

He started to kiss Cooheart, his tongue pushing between the lips, pushing them apart and soon Cooheart opened up and Kao dug deeper and let his tongue explore Cooheart's mouth, letting his tongue play with Cooheart's.

While kissing Cooheart, Kao was expertly unbuttoning Cooheart's pajama top and soon his chest was exposed to Kao's roaming hands.

Kao savored the silkiness of Cooheart's chest and abdomen and sides.

"Uhh..." Cooheart jerked his chest forward once more as he felt Kao's warm moist mouth cover one of his nipples while his other hand tweaked his other nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Kao's tongue traveled downward, blazing a searing hot path down the middle of Cooheart's chest and towards his abdomen, stopping to dip his feverish hot tongue into Cooheart's navel.

"Uhh... uhh..." Cooheart moaned once more as he started to feel delicious new sensations on his navel.

With his hardened member already out of his briefs, it was easy for Kao to encircle it with his hand and trace his tongue all around the top, tasting the droplets that oozed out from the slit.

Kao caressed Cooheart all around the engorged and therefore very sensitive spheres at the base of his hardened member while enveloping the excited member with his hot moist mouth.

"Uhh... uhh... aaahhh... Kao... sweetheart..."

Kao was a hundred and one percent sure that he did not mishear the word 'sweetheart' that slipped out of Cooheart's mouth.

Did he mean it or did he just always say that whenever Title..... Fuck, bloody, bloody, bloodiest hell... Kao hated where his mind was leading him.

He continued to do the motions to let Cooheart reach his climax and when Cooheart did, it did not give Kao any fulfillment. His excitement had all but disappeared. His own member which earlier was all stiff and engorged had suddenly gone limp.

Cooheart moved close to Kao and was trying to unbutton Kao's pajama top but Kao placed his hand over Cooheart's.

"What's the matter?" Cooheart asked, "don't you want me to give you the same pleasure that you just gave me?"

"I'm fine," Kao said, although the tone of his voice belied the message.

"Are you sure?" Cooheart persisted, peering into Kao's face in the dimness of the room.

Kao nodded and said, "Good night, Cooheart" before turning on his side with his back to Cooheart.

Kao cried himself to sleep while Cooheart remained awake for a while, staring at the ceiling before finally falling into a troubled sleep.

That same evening Title stayed awake in his own bed, feeling guilty as hell for harbouring a strong feeling of attraction toward his physical therapist, Kaownah.

He wanted to fight his feelings but at the same time he started questioning himself whether what he thought was a romantic kind of love for Cooheart was actually a possessive kind of brotherly love. Both of them did not have any siblings and therefore they tended to be possessive of each other.

Title's thoughts went back to his afternoon therapy session. It all started when Kaownah was helping him up from his wheelchair, his arms holding Title's waist very tightly to support his weight as he helped him to his feet. Title savored the sensuous smell of Kaownah's musk scented cologne and the fragrance of his freshly shampooed hair.

Title felt guilty about looking forward to the next day's session when Kaownah would be holding him again while performing the knee strengthening exercises on him. But then he remembered that the next day was a Monday and Kaownah had told him that he wasn't available on Mondays and Thursdays.

Title heaved a sigh. He would have to wait until Tuesday to see Kaownah again.

Meanwhile back at Cooheart's house, when Cooheart woke up, Kao was no longer at his side.

Cooheart slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to do his morning rituals. As long as he moved very slowly and carefully, he could shower himself without assistance.

Rose laid out for Cooheart a breakfast of hot oatmeal in a bowl. He sprinkled some sugar and cinnamon powder over it and spread out the thinly sliced apple bits on the surface before pouring some milk into it. He also had some slices of hard boiled egg on a plate on the side over which he applied a pinch of salt and black pepper.

"Do you know if Kao has gone off to school?" Cooheart asked Rose, making his voice sound as casual as he could.

"Oh, yes," Rose replied, "he left half an hour ago. He didn't touch his breakfast. He seemed to be in a hurry. I'm not sure if he looked worried or sad or angry but his forehead was all crinkled and his eyebrows were nearly meeting each other."

Cooheart sighed. He had thought that things were going just fine last night until suddenly Kao acted very uptight.

Cooheart was trying to assess Kao's personality. He seemed to be very unpredictable. You could never guess what he was thinking. And to compound matters, he wasn't a very chatty kind of person.

Cooheart sighed again before reaching for his glass of pineapple juice. He was not aware that Rose was observing him closely, trying to piece together the behavior of Mrs. Namwirote's tenant to Mrs. Namwirote's own son's behavior. Were they somehow connected? Rose made up her mind that she would closely observe these two young men in the days ahead.

If ever her young master had caught any feelings for the good looking tenant, she was going to do everything in her power to help him out. Rose was a very loyal employee in the Namwirote household.