Notes:
- If you're under age, please don't read this. But I know that won't work so all sins is on you, lol.
- I'll probably take it down after some time. As I say, I'm not confident in it.
- Votes and comments are highly appreciated

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The kisses go slower as Kim props Chay to half-straddling his lap. He moves to put both of his boyfriend's legs on the edge of the bed, flanking both sides of his body.

Chay looks ethereally beautiful when the golden afternoon light hits his face. Half-lidded eyes, and redder lips due to the assault of Kim's tongue and teeth. Glowing and intoxicated by their love and lust.

Kim wishes he could photograph it and put it in the 3 × 5 meter frame. He would put it in his bedroom, where no one else but He and Chay could see it. Don't blame him. This is a beautiful art, but Kim is a jealous guy.

His hands drift from Chay's waist, down to the edge of Chay's shorts. They're making patterns on Chay's exposed skin. Chay can feel the callous fingers, creating goosebumps in their wake. It goes higher and higher. When Kim pinches the inner side of his upper thigh, Chay creates a sound so delicious, that it makes Kim dizzy with need.

"I want to mark you here," he whispers, "Where no one else can see but me."

His hands go around to the back. "And here," he pinches one of his globes. Chay hisses, head thrown to the back. The pain is surprising, but not unwelcome. Everything from Kim, he'll take them gladly.

He sits on Kim's lap, unable to hover again. Mouth connected to mouth again. He's chasing Kim's tongue, mimicking the seducing sucking of the older creates over and over again.

He is painfully hard now and the friction between their lower body feels so good when he sits on Kim's lap.

So, he carefully and slowly grinds his lower self, hips moving to create the sensation he longs for. It feels so good and the noises that Kim makes, make it a hundred times better.

"It feels so good, Phi. You feel so good," he whispers in Kim's ear. "I can't wait to feel you in me."

That seals his fate.

The next time Chay realizes between his foggy mind, he's on his back with Kim's body pressing him. The guy's mouth is devouring him relentlessly. Kim tugs his hair in a not-so-gentle way, forcing him to open his mouth and deepen the kiss. He's eating him alive.

"Do you know what you're doing, Sweetheart? Talking dirty like that to me," he says. There's a layer of viciousness on his smile as he grinds hard on Chay's hips. Chay moans loudly, but he keeps his mouth shut again when he realizes. He doesn't want anybody to find out just how lewd he can be.

"That's ok, Baby. Don't be shy. Let Phi hear you," Kim coaxes. "I love to hear your voice. I want you to scream my name so the world knows who fuck you this good."

Chay laughs. "Aren't you embarrassed?" God, there are people outside. Chay just knows he will forever support a red face if even one of them hears.

Kim hikes his brows. "Why? I'm proud to be your boyfriend, your lover, and soon," he bites the side of Chay's neck, hard enough to create an imprint, "Very soon, your husband."

Chay hums. "You haven't even purpose yet. No ring. Not even an I love you."

Kim's face is softening. "I love you, Pichaya Kittisawasd. For me, there is no one else but you. All of my existence is to find you and be with you. Again and again and again. Until nothing, not even death, can keep us apart."

"And I love you, Kimhan Theerapanyakul. Even in my angriest, maddest, state of my mind, I'll always do it. Don't forget that. I'll keep your name in every prayer. I want to make you happy, the happiest human being in the world."

Kim smiles so big and bright that it aches Chay's heart. "And you have, Chay. You make me the happiest man in the world right now. Thank you for having me, for accepting me in your heart. All flaws and mistakes."

What flaws? For him, Kim is perfection.

He tugs Kim's t-shirt, asking him to take it off without a word. Kim hesitates for a second. "It's not pretty, Baby," he says as he opens his t-shirt.

All kinds of scars litter the golden skin. Old. Slightly new. Different shapes. Chay makes sure to love every one of them as he kisses them all. "You're beautiful, Phi. The most handsome and beautiful human being I ever met."

Kim laughs. Chay kisses tickles a bit. "You're 19, Baby. You haven't seen much."

Chay bites down the skin that he earlier kissed gently in annoyance. Kim groans in pain. So he licks it slowly as a retribution. Kim groans again, a different kind of groan than the earlier one. "Now, where have you learned that, hm, Pichaya?" he teases, placing his thumb and ring finger on Chay's chin.

Chay just smiles, putting on his best innocent look.

Kim chuckles and gives him a swift peck on the lips before he lets go and lets Chay explore again.

The wound that is so close to Kim's heart attracts Chay. It's bigger than the rest with ugly rigs around it. He looks the older with a question in his eyes. "Yeah, that one is a close call."

Chay's face morphed in understanding what it meant. It breaks his heart. Kim hates it. "Don't make that face, Pichaya. These are," he points to all his scars, "my badge of honor. This is my hard work. The ones that get me closer to you. The ones that make me make me able to be with you. I'm proud of them and I want you to be proud of them too. Your man is a descendant of warriors and one itself. I want you to be proud of me, Pichaya."

There is pride in every word that Kim utters. Chay can't help but swell with pride too. He touches the ugly scar. "I am proud of you, but I don't want you to leave me behind in this world. If you," he pauses, unable to say anything again as tears threaten to spill.

"Hey," Kim lowers himself, now face to face with his lover. "No one will be able to take me away from you. As long as you are here in this world, I will always come home to you. In body or spirit."

He doesn't want to lie to Chay that there is no possibility he can die in a mission. But it's true. Even in spirit form, he will come home to Chay, accompanying him for the rest of Chay's life until he comes to his embrace again.

He kisses Chay again, slowly, deeply. "Let me take your mind from it. This time is for happiness only, Chay. I want you to be happy always, even when I annoyed you to death."

Chay's lips form a small laugh. His breath hikes higher and higher as Kim goes lower and lower. Kim lowers his shorts and boxers painfully slowly, but Chay doesn't mind. Kim's mouth, all parts of it, is taking all his ability to think.

His rough hand takes him from the base and goes up in circling motions before coming down again. It's a slow and delicious assault for Chay who can help but writhing under it. When Kim finally swallows, he arches his back. Kim's hand pushes him back again.

His tongue circles the reddened tip, and Chay can't help but grab Kim's silky locks. "Phi Kim, please. Please. Please," he pleads, but he doesn't know what he is pleading for. He is painfully hard. All tensions built inside of him, threatening to burst as Kim sucks hard. "No, I'm ... Phi, no," he says, doesn't want this moment to be over just yet.

Kim gets it as he lets go, replacing his mouth with his hand again, soothing the tension to back down. Chay comes down again. His body feels like a feverish dream, wet with sweat. When Kim's mouth is on his again, he welcomes it with a sigh.

He doesn't know when Kim takes off his pants, but now the older guides his hand to his cock. He is a lot thicker and slightly longer than Chay's. It feels hot and velvety, slightly wet from the precum.

For a second Chay just holds it in his hand, enjoying the weight of it. Then he mimics what Kim did. The older whispers instructions to his ear just how he wants Chay to touch him. What makes him feel good? Chay follows it to the T.

Chay is curious about its taste. So he asks politely, "Phi, can I taste you, please?"

Kim nods, laying on his back, and lets the younger's curiosity explore his most intimate part. When Chay shyly licks him, Kim gives him a wounded sound, he closes his eyes as sensations burst inside his head.

Chay marvels at the expression. He, Porchay, can make Kim look like that.

It encourages him to proceed. He looks at Kim's face conscientiously, learning what more Kim likes.

Kim tries his best to stay still. His hand brushes the strands of Chay's hair from his dampened forehead. It's wet from sweat. But when Chay accidentally choked from going too far, Kim grabs the hair in a painful grip.

He profusely apologizes. "It's ok, I think I like it when you're a little rough."

Oh shit. He must have won the jackpot when it comes to a soulmate, his better half.

Kim laughs, hoarse with a laugh. "Do you know?" Chay nods as he licks Kim from bottom to top, sucking the tip at the end of it.

Chay decides he likes Kim's eyes best like that. When he looks like he wants to devour him alive. That black dominating eyes fill him with fire.

"Come here," Kim gives a notion with his finger. He's too hard now. "You're done playing, you naughty brat." Chay laughs as Kim attacks him with kisses and bites. Kim retrieves gel lubricant from the side drawer. "Spread your legs, Baby."

Chay suddenly feels shy. "Do we have to?"

"Yes," Kim seriously replied. " I don't want you to get hurt. I'm ... bigger than average."

"Bragging now, huh?"

"It's a fact. You can measure it later if you want to."

Chay laughs. Even from observation only, he knows Kim is bigger than average. He now wonders how all that can fit into his tiny hole.

"Will it hurt?"

Kim pauses. "Only in the beginning. But we can stop any time you want to. If you feel it's too much or too painful. Just let me know."

Chay nods.

Kim applied the gel to his fingers and Chay's rim. It's slightly cold and makes him gasp. Chay gasps again when Kim inserts one finger into him.

He's not innocent. He played with himself before, experimenting taking one or two fingers. His best so far is three fingers, but Kim is bigger than that.

"Comfortable?" Kim asks as he goes in and out of Chay in slow motion. He builds a rhythm. Chay nods, so Kim adds another one. His focus is on Chay's face, trying to read his lover. Chay gaps his mouth in a silent scream when Kim pokes a certain spot inside of him.

Kim smiles widely.

Chay licks his lips. "More," he says. Kim complies, adding another one. It's starting to hurt a little bit, but it's a good kind of hurt. When Kim scissors him and deliberately hits that place again and again, he writhes and sobs with Kim's name undying on his lips.

When Kim feels Chay is loose enough, he stops. Kim aligns the head of his cock on Chay, inserting it slowly. When Chay makes a wounded sound, Kim tries his best to soothe him. "I know, Baby, I know," as he embraces his young lover.

"Just get it over with," Chay says through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure?"

He nods and determines.

"Ok. Get ready."

Kim tightens his hug before he snaps his hip forward in one hard thrust. Now Chay is not the only one who groans.

Chay feels so good. All hot and tight. His muscles squish Kim's subconsciously, making his ability to think dwindle to nothing.

He waits until Chay can adjust before starting to move. Slowly at first, he draws back until only the tip remains before pushing it in again. Lips are on lips again, stealing labored breaths from each other.

"More, Phi," Chay says. "I can take it. Please. Harder."

Well, Chay's wish is his command. For a moment there is nothing but sounds of skin slapping, moans, and writhings. Pleas are uttered and follow. I love you and each other's names are hushed whispers.

Kim turns Chay's body around. "On all fours, Sweetheart," he whispers. Chay does what he is told. For a moment he admires his boyfriend's physique. This training does good for Chay's body. His muscles aren't as developed as Kim's but they are there.

Kim slaps Chay's ass playfully, jolting the younger upward. Chay whines but doesn't protest. So he does it again to the other one, this time harder until there is a pinkish mark on it. He wants to do that for some time now. Back at that time, Chay met his friends until he forgot the time to come home as he promised.

He bites his lips. He's on the edge already and this play can wait until Chay makes a mistake again.

So he goes in again, this time in a harsher manner. His pace is faster as he chases both their releases. His hand goes to Chay's cock and moves it in line with the snaps of his hips.

Chay comes with Kim's name on his scream, but Kim doesn't slow down. Chay feels like he is being electrocuted with every move that Kim makes.

It's too much. He's too sensitive now.

He wants to tell Kim that, but no words come out other than, "Please... Please..."

He feels Kim is near. When Kim finally comes, he bites down on Chay's shoulder blade so hard that it bleeds a little.

Chay blacks out for three seconds and comes back to life again with a big gasp.

Kim slumps on him, peppering kisses, and licking the wound with a heated apology. He just hums.

Kim moves, he smiles when he sees Chay's drowsy face. His light is already out before finally closes his eyes. Kim kisses Chay's whole face gently.

"I love you, Pichaya. So so much. Don't forget that."