Morning comes in a blush and a whole body ache. Like a truck crashed on him. Literally.

This is so not what he thought he would feel after losing his virginity to the love of his life. But then again, Kim is not what he imagined for a first love. Wik came close to that, but these days Wik was nowhere to be found.

Chay doesn't know how many times they did it yesterday. Maybe four times? Five? His mind and senses became a blur after the third one. They spend a whole night just messing with the bed over and over again until their bodies become familiar with each other and the bed cover is unrecognizable.

Kim was insatiable. It only took a gentle touch or a certain look for him to get up again. Moans and whispers became one. Chay was not the shouting type but Kim wasn't complaining. Can't shout when the breath was taken out of you.

They took a bath twice. One was ruined because instead of cleaning up, they did it again. Chay didn't even know how he could do it standing up when he felt his legs turned into jellies. They need to thank Kim's strength for that one.

But he doesn't regret it. Never.

Well, maybe just a little bit now as he feels that his ass is on fire.

"Good morning, baby," Kim is awake. His voice is low and raspy. He nuzzles Chay's side face, hands grabbing his waist while one leg intertwines Chay's.

When Chay feels a kiss on his neck, he automatically distances himself. After last night, he very much knows where this is heading and he doesn't want to be hospitalized, thank you. "No," he firmly says, pushing Kim's face away.

Kim laughs. Chay never heard a more beautiful sound than it. "Just one more?" he bargains, leaving kisses on Chay's skin. The later one sighs. Kim doesn't know why his thirst isn't lessening. If all, it just getting more and more. He thinks even when he is drowning in Chay, he still thinks it's not enough.

Never enough.

He wasn't the type to linger in bed after sex either. His past was full of one-night stands and 'thank you, I'm out of here' sentences after cumming. Rarely he had a second round, let alone sexing like wolves in heat like last night. Not even a 'see you later' as he doesn't mix business with pleasure. All his needs are in neat boxes.

But Chay is also unlike his usual hook-up. Kim's heart beats differently with Chay. His skin wakes up differently in Chay's touch. His reflexes react to every warmth his lover gives. Chay pays for every hard work Kim puts in the effort to get to him.

Chay is an exception.

Because what he did last night was make love with multiple stages. He was breaking his boundaries when it comes to sex and he is more than ok with it.

"Are you serious? Are you trying to kill me? Is this your main purpose of getting me in bed with you, me dead?"

Kim laughs again when he senses that annoyance wraps in a playful tone. "It's just...," he inches closer, now his mouth in Chay's ear. "You felt so good, baby. I want to feel you forever. And you won't be dead. Stop exaggerating."

Oh, for the love of life. Kim's a professional tempest. He got to be because Chay felt the lower part of his stomach stir.

He looks Kim in the eyes. The older one is in a dreamy state. His eyes are fixed on Chay's mouth. He wants to give in, but he also knows his body is already screaming that he's on the verge of dying. This man of his needs to know when to stop.

"No," he says, firmer. His tone is so teacher-like that it gets Kim to chuckle. He wants to remove himself from the bed, but Kim's hands are faster. He jails Chay under him. "Move, before I kick your balls."

Kim smiles like Chay hasn't threatened him in all seriousness. "Alright, alright. Just kiss me first."

Chay moves his head to give Kim a chaste kiss, but Kim chases his lips until his body presses against Kim's, and his mouth is devoured. Mind you, they are still very much naked. So every rub is torturous.

Chay takes Kim's face on his hands. "Stop, or you have to take me to a hospital after this." Genuine concern. Just imagine the embarrassment. And Hia ...

"Ok, ok. Just one more time." And he kisses him again. It takes a few more of 'just one more time' for Chay to finally be able to maneuver Kim and move out of the bed and into the bathroom. He is smart to lock the door because just a minute later Kim is banging on his door. "Pichaya. Baby. Sweetheart. Please open the door for me, please. Let's help the earth to conserve water."

Chay who just takes a look at his own body's state, chuckles. He's a little bit pissed now. "No. Go take a bath somewhere else."

There comes a whine of 'no' and a few more bangs and pleadings, which Chay chooses to ignore. His hand roams his red, blue, and purple skin. A few prominent bite marks. Handprints.

Just what the hell did they do last night? Did he bruise this easily? Chay doesn't think so. Damn that dog, Kimhan Theerapanyakul, and his insatiable lust!

Tracing the aftermath makes him relive parts and pieces of the events. This is his fault too, yes. He liked the rough playing. He wants to kick himself in the balls when he needs to sit on the toilet.

Chay sighs. And how to cover all these marks? Chay searches Kim's bathroom high and low but can't find a foundation or skin plaster.

After a long-needed bath, Chay roams Kim's closet, looking for a long-sleeve shirt and decent-length cargo shorts. When he comes out, Kim is already ready, his hair is a bit damp still. He works from his phone, typing fast.

'This is all this man's fault!"

"Do you want to go outside for breakfast?" he asks. Chay nods and waits for whatever Kim's business over the phone to be over. They walk hand in hand to the elevator.

"Oh, I love this," Kim says, tracing the bite mark on Chay's side neck, uncovered by the shirt as he presses the button.

"Hm, do you know?" Chay playfully glares at him, but Kim just laughs it off. "No sex for a week then."

Kim gasps. "What? You can't do that, Pichaya!" His hand is now circling Chay's waist, pulling him closer.

"Yeah? Watch me! For a month then," Chay sulks a bit for real now. Chay wants Kim to be him and tries to walk normally after a night like last night. This is his first time, for crying out loud! His body is not used to this kind of assault.

Kim gawks. "Now, you're just threatening me."

"Is it working?"

Kim presses himself closer to Chay. His lips trace Chay's cheek and jawline. "Do you know," he whispers, "that it's a bad idea to treat a Theerapanyakul?"

Chay smirks. "Is it?"

"Mm-hmm. People say we are the big bad wolves and I think we are. I can't wait to ruffle my fur in you again," Kim's teeth pull the lower part of Chay's ear, tugging it down in a slightly painful snap. Chay can feel the oxygen knocked out of his lungs before a moan appears.

"Hmm... What part of you that is big now, Wolfie?" His hand slides down off of Kim's body gently cupping and kneading the gradually hardened and lengthened part of Kim. "This one?" He gives Kim a big innocent smile.

Kim performs a wicked smile himself. His nose bumps Chay's. "Oh, you're playing with fire now, Kitten," he purrs. He is seductively brushing his nose. Lips are ghosting on the skin, creating heavy breathing for two.

Chay lets go of his hand in a surrender motion and looks ahead with a smile attached to his face. But Kim has a different idea as he brings Chay's face to his hands and turns his boyfriend's face to him. Lips and all parts of his mouth come crushing later.

Tongue lulls the other to play. Teeth nip playfully. Lips are wet by combining saliva. Noses press on cheeks.

Chay feels dizzy. He can feel he's out of breath but Kim won't let go.

There's a ding sound and finally, Kim lets him breathe. But his face is still just an inch from Chay's, eyes meeting eyes.

"Take the other one," Kim barks his order without breaking the stare. Chay feels sorry for whoever it is at the end of the burn. He can't look as Kim still has his face in his hands.

Kim is looking at Chay like he is the most exquisite art in the world and it makes him blush. "What am I gonna do with you, Pichaya? We spent the whole wild night for a virgin together and you still fucking blush whenever I stared at you," he sighs. "You're so fucking cute!" He kisses and nuzzles to Chay's cheek. "Fuck! I'm the luckiest man on earth. I must at least save a country from hunger in my previous life or something."

That gets Chay to blush even harder.

***
So, that's how Chay's life is for nearly a month. The honeymoon phase. He can't be happier. Can't be hornier. They can't keep their hands off of each other, or lips, or legs.

Words fall on deaf ears that they can't make out in every nook and cranny of the house. They are young and in love so hard, they can be reckless and shameless if they want to.

But that is short-lived, as a ding on his phone is heard and Chay opens a mail from his university. However, the content is not educational-related.

No.

The content is Kim, getting cozy and in dangerously inappropriate poses with a beautiful girl.

Chay can't breathe.