Porchay always thinks every bit of Kim is beautiful. That's including his cock.

It's the right size for Chay, not too big and definitely not too small. It's longer than average, veiny, and a little bit thicker size than average. It also seems to be always ready to go whenever Chay is in the mood. It only takes one look or one touch.

Just like one time when Macau told him how he and Kai did it in the car as an appreciation act because Kai bought him a new wrangler just because. It ticked Porchay's competitive side.

Kim didn't even question why he was suddenly eager to give him a blow job in a moving car while he was driving. He just let Chay do whatever he wanted to his body and tried to stay calm and maneuver the car skillfully enough to avoid multiple accidents.

They stopped at a quiet city park. Kim lined his cock with his hand and didn't do anything to let his younger lover experiment and set his own pace, while he gritted his teeth and suppressed his moans hard enough that it was hard for him to breathe.

Kim spoiled him that way, letting him take the reign once in a while when Chay wanted to until he sobbed and was tired enough to get him to beg Kim for the rest. Only then Kim moved and Chay needed to do one thing: to feel.

Like right now, he watches fondly as Chay gives him a long wet lick, tasting his salty skin mixed with the strawberry lube. His tongue dances around the veins before his sinful dark pink lips suck the head and earn him an elicit moan that vibrates through his whole body. Kim holds his breath when Porchay takes him so deep that his tip touches his throat. He has been practicing a lot and he barely has a gag reflex anymore. He does it again and again until he feels Kim's hand on his hair, clutching it so hard that it hurts.

"God, baby. You're going to be the death of me."

Pearls of precum appear and Porchay lovingly spreads it with up and down movement, smiling at Kim's praises. "You like it?" he asked while biting his lips.

Kim clutches his jaws and brings him up to him. Now Chay is sitting prettily on his lap while Kim is kissing the fuck out of him. "I love it," he whispers, ghosting his lips on his lover's and just as a cue, Chay blushes hard. Kim can't get enough of how that reddish mark paints Chay's face.

It's just too fucking beautiful.

"I love it when you're being naughty on me," he says, dropping his voice a few octaves lower and huskier that it makes Chay painfully hard.

"Like this?" he asks innocently when he moves his hips and grinds Kim in a pistoning movement. Kim can't even produce a sound. He lets his mouth open in endless moans and groans. Porchay kisses him, swallowing his moans, letting Kim sucks the tip of his tongue over and over again. They are driving each other to the brink of madness.

He places his hands on Chay's waist but doesn't stop Chay. "Fuck, baby. I want to be inside you."

Chay strips his boxer away fast and takes Kim in his hand. Kim's forehead scrunched up worriedly. "You don't need me to prep you?"

"Already did it in the bathroom." He carefully sinks himself into Kim and throws his head back because of the intense pleasure. It just hits right. It always is.

Kim painfully groans again. "Will you let me watch you prep yourself next time?"

Chay bites his lips before shyly nods. Kim laughs and kisses him so hard, that Chay is sure it bruises his lips. "You're so cute, you know? Blushing while taking my cock so well. Are you going to ride it yourself or let me help you?"

Chay's answer is moving himself up and down along the girth. He can't stop himself from being a sobbing mess. It doesn't help that he is now overstimulated because Kim is circling his tongue on his nipples before sucking them. Wash, rinse, repeat.

"You love my cock just as much as you love me, don't you? Only I can see you like this, right, Pichaya? You are only a wrecking mess like this in front of me right?"

When Porchay doesn't answer, Kim snaps his hips upward so hard that Chay swears he sees stars. "Say it!" his lover demands.

"Yes, Khun Kim," he sobs.

What he thinks is a playful jab turns into something else because Kim groans loudly and begins to take control, setting a bruising pace and all Chay can do is take and take and take, until he comes undone.

But Kim hasn't.

He flips Chay to the bed, kissing him again while his long hand and warm palm hold his cock hostage. Porchay wiggles to get away but Kim is not having it. "You know what you're getting into when you said that, Pichaya?"

"Please, Khun Kim, no more. Please," he pleads, sobbing a real tear when Kim takes him in his mouth. Kim releases him from his wet cave with a pop but the torture doesn't end as he sinks his teeth on Porchay's smooth inner thigh. "Fuck!" he curses, tugging the older hair. "Just let me rest ten minutes, please? Khun Kim? Baby, please?" he begs again.

"No!" Kim viciously denies it.

Chay groans. He feels like his bones left his body already. Chay thinks the next orgasm will probably kill him but he can feel it stirs again on his lower abdomen as Kim skillfully plays him.

He feels Kim slips in again. He starts slow, letting Chay take him in and almost out. He kisses Chay's neck before painting it with more hickeys, down to his collarbone.  The pace stays but the movement changes. He draws painfully slow before thrusting in a sharp movement, making Chay jolt upward in bed.

Kim likes it when Chay cries his name over and over again like it is some kind of mantra. He likes it when his younger lover claws his back and bites him just to get off of the ecstasy he creates for his Pichaya only.

He can feel his end is getting near as he brings Porchay to his embrace, hugging him tightly as if he will disappear. They release almost at the same time.

Kim is now brushing the damp curly hair from his boyfriend's forehead lovingly with a smile on his lips. He rummages a tiny black box from under the bed and takes a beautiful ring from it. Kim slips it on Porchay's slender finger. "Chay," he calls, as his boyfriend gives him back a loving smile. "Let's get married as soon as possible, ok?"

Porchay's smile blooms beautifully. "Ok, my Khun Kim," he answers letting himself be kissed to death by his man.

It's a beautiful morning for a new beginning.