[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
Chapter 10: Cold Water, Warm Body
Tongrak had always thought that this younger man was no different from a wild beast that no one could control, and what was happening now only confirmed that he was right.
How many times had it fucked him?
A question he himself couldn't answer, his mind clouded and confused by the happenings, because every time the hot shaft penetrated, all he could do was moan shakily, unable to respond as he was now, not even aware when he'd been flipped onto all fours on the rumpled fabric. When had the strong hands, like steel pliers, locked his wrists above his head to keep him from escaping, and how many times had Mahasamut thrust into him, making him feel like he was about to split?
Thrust!
“Shit.” Tongrak's eyes widened again as his hips were pulled up, the thick hand spreading his soft buttocks wider, and then...thrust to the hilt.
The long, thick flesh entered so deep he screamed into his hand.
He hadn't been able to stifle his cries for a while now.
It wasn't the pain that made his body ache, but the fullness, the pressure, and the overwhelming, torturous sensation that made tears stream down his face. The hard part inside him released more clear fluid, marking him with his inability to hold back.
Check, this was so good it was beyond words.
Tongrak turned his sweat-soaked face to look, and there he saw...the ruggedly handsome wild man.
The young man didn't want to admit this man was good-looking, but amidst the blurred vision from his tears, he saw the strong, muscular body that had been screwing him for hours, the powerful frame slick with sweat, the fierce face, eyes gleaming like they held a scorching fire, and the clear nail marks on his chest that only made him look even sexier.
Mahasamut was skilled, and Mahasamut drove him to the point where he had to beg.
Thrust!
“Smack, hah, hah”
Once again, the long finger entered his mouth, playing with his soft tongue until the wet, noisy sounds echoed around, pushing deep into his throat, and then...
Thrust!
“Ah, ah...”
Tongrak opened his mouth in a silent scream, his lower body lifting and tensing, and he was about to scream out loud from the force of the thrusts that made the sound of the strong abdomen smacking against his butt echo, his mind going numb, the tingling sensation spreading throughout his body until he started to shake. He shivered all over, tears from the intensity rolling down, blurring his vision.
Hadn't he just gooned?
This was the only thing the young writer could think of.
The slender body didn't even realize when he had collapsed, panting for breath like someone who had just surfaced from water, nor when the large man had lain down on top of him. His mind was filled only with the ringing sound and the heavy breathing of Mahasamut close to his ear. He didn't care at all that his whole body was smeared with white, sticky fluid.
What was this, what had just happened to him!
Thump!
“Gasp!”
Just as the strong arms wrapped around him, Tongrak trembled once more.
While Mahasamut could feel the body trembling in a way that was almost frightening, he stifled his own curse from the intense release, holding the slender body loosely, closing his eyes to catch his breath, his large hand soothingly stroking the smooth stomach, all while feeling puzzled.
Khun Tongrak seemed to have gooned again.
The warm, soft walls that pulsed and gripped him said it all.
Mahasamut waited until the body in his embrace stopped shaking before slowly withdrawing.
“Gasp!”
Once again, Tongrak flinched, holding back a cry without realizing that this reaction was driving him nearly mad.
As he removed the third condom from his member, his sharp eyes still gazed at the beautifully glistening passage. It was still wide open and was slowly contracting, making him want to slip his fingers in, to feel the tightness that wouldn't stop squeezing him.
The little hole was soaking, drenched in gel and various fluids, causing Mahasamut to lick his own lips.
Thump!
“Enough.”
He didn't know when Tongrak had turned to look at him, but the pale hand rose to block the pretty view, forcing Mahasamut to shift his gaze to the flushed face.
“How long are you going to keep looking?”
“And who made it worth looking at?”
He teased by reaching out to stroke the beautiful hips, only to get slapped.
“No, that's enough. I'm tired.” But the beautiful one didn't curse like usual. Nor was he scolding, instead, he was...being petulant.
Every time Khun Tongrak used that superior, boastful tone, the man who usually looked down on him was now unintentionally pouting and using a whiny voice like a child, his red, puffy lips sticking out, looking so adorable that the observer had to gently stroke the swollen lips with his hand.
“I see, you're tired now, aren't you?”
“I am tired.”
Kiss
So cute that he had to press a hard kiss, watching the person make those little sounds of protest before continuing to whine.
“Who told you to kiss?”
“You made your lips look so kissable.”
Thrust!
Realizing he had pouted, the person quickly covered his mouth, making Mahasamut laugh heartily.
“Don't laugh, I'm all sticky.” Tongrak looked down at his shirt covered in fluids he couldn't even tell whose were whose, then shot a look that said, “It's all your fault.”
He was going to blame this guy...blame him for everything.
Too bad Tongrak noticed the mischievous look in his eyes too late.
“Then I'll take you to clean up.”
“Hey!”
Tongrak screamed out in shock when suddenly, the man who had just screwed him to the point of exhaustion stood up and lifted him as if he weighed nothing, even though he was a grown man. His arms reflexively wrapped around the other's neck for fear of falling.
“What are you doing...Hey, Mahasamut. No!”
“Come on, I'm just going to wash you off.”
“The sea water? I said let go!”
Realizing where the man's destination was, the beautiful man tried to push away, yelling out in protest because they were...walking into the sea.
“You want me to really let go?”
By now, the water had risen to Tongrak's knees. He clung tighter to Mahasamut's neck, his eyes glancing at the sea with apprehension.
If you drop me here, I swear...
That thought made him shoot a glare of irritation at the one holding him.
“Is teasing me that fun?”
“If it wasn't fun, would I tease you?”
Tongrak really wanted to choke the annoying man until he couldn't breathe.
Splash, splash...
Now the sea water was up to Mahasamut's waist, and it was also splashing against Tongrak's back, making him urgently speak up.
“If you drop me, I'll be mad.”
Tongrak imagined being thrown into the sea, just like being tossed onto a sidecar, and having known him for several days, Tongrak found that this man was indeed daring. So he pressed closer to the hot chest, his eyes glancing nervously at the clear, mirror-like water.
“Then I'll let you stand properly.”
Mahasamut actually wanted to try it, to see the annoyed face of the person who would probably come at him, but he realized he had just tired out the beautiful one to the point of exhaustion. So the big man released his grip from the hip, allowing the other to stand in the sea properly.
“Ah!”
The soft sandy floor made the unsteady person stumble into Mahasamut's chest. Automatically, the large hand wrapped around the slender waist.
Even though the sea water at night was cold, the warm touch from the palm spread from the back and permeated through his body, until Tongrak slowly looked up at the other, meeting those dark eyes that were intently watching him.
When Mahasamut looked at him like that, it made him weak.
Very weak.
Amidst the twinkling stars in the sky, Mahasamut's dark eyes were even more beautiful, captivating Tongrak's gaze until he slowly closed his eyelids, his lips parting slightly in anticipation of the soft touch that would follow.
Splash!
“!!!”
But at that very moment, the sea, which only had small waves reaching their chests, suddenly had a large wave from somewhere crash into them, drenching them completely. Tongrak was startled, opening his eyes in shock, his white hand quickly swiping across his face to prevent the saltwater from getting in his eyes, ruining any romantic atmosphere in an instant.
“What the hell, it got in my eyes.”
“Ha ha ha.”
Instead of helping, Tongrak, who was trying to open his eyes, heard laughter and angrily pushed against the other's chest.
“Why are you laughing? We're completely soaked now.”
“I'm wet too, you know.”
Tongrak forced his eyes open to look at the man who had stepped back due to the push...the man who was now running his fingers through his hair with a casual gesture, yet...captivating.
Mahasamut was thoroughly soaked, so much so that Tongrak could even see the wet eyelashes sticking to his cheeks when he looked down. He noticed even the veins on the large hands while they were pushing through the damp hair. It was nothing special, just a man, but Tongrak couldn't look away, as if drawn by some immense force.
He had seen men who were more handsome, better, and larger than this one before.
Why, damn it, Rak?
Thrust!!
The young writer questioned himself and then jolted when a cold hand touched his cheek, sliding up to his forehead to push the wet hair out of his eyes.
“Feeling refreshed now?”
“...”
“See, the stickiness is gone.”
“...”
“The sea at night has its own charm, right?”
“..”
“Khun Tongrak?”
“…”
Tongrak didn't respond at all while this man was asking. He just stood still, watching the good-natured smile turn into surprise, observing as the man moved closer, noticing that he wasn't responding, yet the sharp face was still adorned with a smile.
“Are you making me talk to myself?”
“...”
Tongrak bit his lip slightly, suddenly too shy to ask.
What you said before, was it true? That...shall we give it a try?
“If you don't say anything, I'll kiss you.”
The listener was startled, looking up at the face leaning in as if waiting for permission, his lips parting to ask:
“And why...would you kiss me?”
That question was answered with a smile...of endearment.
“Because I'm your man, aren't I?”
Because you said, 'I want you.'
Tongrak understood the man's implication immediately, but instead of feeling the previous comfort, he found himself turning away, evading the large hand, not understanding his own feelings.
But...
Thump!
“And I want to kiss you.”
Then, his beautiful face was turned back to face those sharp eyes once again, eyes conveying something he didn't understand, only that his body was trembling, and it wasn't from the coldness of the water enveloping him.
One thing Tongrak knew...he couldn't escape.
The warm breath brushed against his cheek. The sharp eyes moved even closer until they were intimidating, and the lips advanced.
He couldn't escape.
Mahasamut kissed him again.
The soft, pliable touch landed on his lips, the faint, salty taste of the sea spread on the tip of his tongue, and...sweet.
The sharp coldness turned into warmth that surged straight to his heart, and the night sea no longer seemed frightening.
It wasn't just Mahasamut who wanted to kiss Tongrak; Tongrak also wanted to kiss Mahasamut.
Amidst the starry night, with waves crashing onto the shore, in the island's atmosphere that felt like every other day, the two men were...getting closer than before.
“Come to my room?”
‘Damn, Rak, why did you invite him?’
In the bathroom, Tongrak was staring at his reflection in the mirror, questioning what ghost had possessed him to invite Mahasamut to his room, only to contradict himself. Why were his cheeks red? Why was he pouting? And why couldn't he stop this stupid smile?
It's because of the sea, yes, it must be the sea.
He thought that when people go on vacation, they let their guard down. He himself must have been drawn in by the atmosphere of the sea to do something so unlike him.
Inviting someone to his room was not uncommon, but to just sleep, that was unprecedented.
He had just had sex with Mahasamut until his body ached all over, especially there, so if anyone thought they could shove that arm back into him, even Tongrak would say no. Hence, he was here, questioning himself, “Why did you invite him then?”
Aside from close friends, he never intended to cuddle with anyone without any ulterior motive.
But Tongrak did it.
He invited a man to his room without the intent of stripping down in passion, and importantly, he was now pondering how he should dress. Normally, Tongrak would just wear a soft shirt to sleep, but that might be too much in this situation. But if he dressed up...
“That would be too much as well.”
Mahasamut knew from waking him up multiple times how he dressed, so dressing up completely might make him a laughing stock, but dressing the same way might suggest he was trying to seduce him again. So he just kept pacing in the bathroom for a while.
Tongrak bit his lip and looked at his reflection again.
Why are my cheeks so red, damn it!
“Whatever.”
Finally, the young man grabbed his boxers to put on, covering them with his usual sleep shirt, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom.
“Mahasamut.”
The room was so empty it made his heart sink, but his honey-colored eyes caught a glimpse of something on the balcony, so he quickly rushed out, opening the balcony door swiftly.
“Mahasamut.” He even called out the name.
He was clearly showing signs of being afraid that someone might disappear.
Of course, there was no way the large man didn't notice.
“Yeah, don't forget to come tomorrow.” The large man was still on the phone when his sharp eyes looked over at the pale figure, his gaze sweeping from head to toe, making Tongrak feel like he was being undressed by the look.
Tongrak almost hugged himself but managed to stop in time.
“That's all.” Mahasamut hung up, his gaze lingering around the beautiful collarbones.
“What are you looking at?”
“Does it hurt?” The big man answered with a question, extending his hand as if to touch but not actually making contact, causing Tongrak to look down along the line of sight, seeing the bite marks and the heavy hickeys on his chest.
“If I say it hurts, will you stop biting and sucking?” Tongrak lifted his chin.
While the tall figure grinned broadly and answered confidently,
“No.”
There it was again, someone biting their lip.
“Your skin is so soft it makes me want to bite.”
“You're acting like a dog.”
“Woof woof.”
Tongrak paused, looking at the person who barked annoyingly and couldn't help but smile.
“You bite, hurt, and still bark loudly.”
He watched Mahasamut, who laughed along, the tall, unwashed figure took another step closer.
“And I'm a loyal dog too. In case you didn't know...are you afraid I'll disappear?”
“...”
Who would admit to losing their cool?
So Tongrak stayed silent, pretending to look at the sea view, listening to the laughter which he now thought was less annoying.
“I think I'll go take a shower.”
Not sure if it was because of his silence or not, but the large man spoke and walked past Tongrak. Before disappearing into the room, he suddenly pressed his pointed nose against Tongrak's temple.
“I'll come back to cuddle later.”
The larger man had gone inside, but Tongrak, who had just placed his hand on his own temple, regained his composure and shouted back.
“Who asked you to?”
He heard the familiar laugh as he touched his own warm cheek.
Who asked for a cuddle, not him at all.
Mahasamut walked out of the bathroom in a good mood, thinking of the beautiful face with red cheeks and the soft, white sleepwear, and found himself smiling. He thought he might see the haughty cat curled up in a ball on the bed, or taking up the whole bed leaving no space for him, but he didn't expect to see the writer back at his computer.
The person glanced at him briefly, then went back to typing away as before.
So the large man sat at the edge of the bed, resting his chin on his knee, watching.
“Is there a deadline?”
“No. I've agreed with the publisher that there's no set deadline for the manuscript, it'll be done when it's done.” The beautiful man explained.
“If it's not urgent, why not sleep first?”
“No.”
When there was a firm refusal, Mahasamut just sat and watched, thinking he could do this all night.
“You sleep first.” The honey-colored eyes under the glasses glanced over.
“How could I sleep before the host?” But it seemed someone disagreed.
“I'll be working for a while longer.”
“I'm not sleepy yet.” He said with a smile.
There...someone pouted again.
“Go to sleep, come on.”
“Why are you so eager to send me to bed?” The young man asked, puzzled, watching the person who turned to look at him and then quickly turned back to hide behind the computer screen, despite the hurried tone.
“Overthinking.”
“I don't think so.”
“...”
The one who couldn't argue fell silent.
Since no one was stopping him, Mahasamut continued to look, but he noticed how Tongrak's ears had turned a bright red, causing him to smile, his typing hands had stopped.
Tongrak took a deep breath and turned to face Mahasamut, saying irritably:
“Staring at me like that, I can't work.”
“Before you could work just fine. I promise to stay quiet, not to make a sound.”
Khun Tongrak glared at him and said in a grumpy tone:
“If you don't go to sleep, I'll send you back home.”
Gasp!
Mahasamut looked into those beautiful eyes, remembering when he was invited, finding it surprising, but the stern demeanor telling him to go to bed was even more surprising. Even if he could find a reason to stay, it wouldn't be right to make someone who allowed him to take a step closer suddenly back away. Thus, the young man from the south smiled in a conciliatory manner.
“I'd better go to sleep.”
Even a dog has to obey its owner, right?
The young man watched the satisfied smile with some fascination, but the tall figure reluctantly lay down on the bed, fearing his luck might run out. However, his eyes, still fixed on the writer, made the said writer squint and command like one would tell a dog to fetch a stick:
“Close your eyes, sleep.” in a dictatorial manner.
It seems when Tongrak was in Bangkok, no one would dare to defy him.
Mahasamut thought to himself amusingly, but he was too lazy to cause trouble, so he complied and closed his eyes, his ears picking up the sound of clothes rustling, indicating that Khun Tongrak had probably turned back to his work. After a while, the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard continued, not unlike the sound of a lullaby.
Actually, today has been quite long for Mahasamut. He woke up early to call and remind the villagers about tomorrow's activities. Mid-morning, he had a video conference with Ken, his Japanese partner, to plan for the upcoming high season in a few months. Ken wanted to organize a tour for Japanese tourists to visit the Thai sea. After finishing, he had lunch just before 2 PM, checked the diving equipment to ensure it was always ready for use, and then took Palm out to check the coral reefs.
By evening, as everyone knows, he exerted himself with the writer until he was drenched in sweat.
Now it was a new day...if it were anyone else, they would have been asleep by now. But not Mahasamut.
The young man had indeed closed his eyes, but his mind was going over the tasks for tomorrow, including the plans from the meeting with his partner. It wasn't that he was overly cautious, but life had forced him to plan since he ran away from home.
He learned to plan, to ask himself what he would eat if he didn't work the next day.
His aunt's family might give him a place to rest his head, but they didn't have enough to feed another growing child easily. Fortunately, he learned to work from a young age.
Back then, he had no choice, he would take any job he could find, not picky about where he worked, running around the island asking, “Uncle, do you have anything for me to do?”
“Is there anything I can help with today?” It became a habit for him to review his day before sleep.
Life wasn't as bad now as it was back then. He had a job. He could support himself. He was living out his childhood dreams.
Many thought he lived day to day, but Mahasamut knew his goals well. He just had to keep moving forward.
If a large tour group arrived, the current boats might not be enough; he might need to rent more, and about the workers...
Thrust!
Huh?
The tall figure was still thinking about work when a warm body squeezed in behind him, causing his brows to furrow. He hadn't even noticed when the typing had stopped or when the white-skinned individual had come to the side of the bed. Before he knew it, someone was trying to snuggle under the same blanket, pressing close until he almost cracked a smile.
“Mahasamut.”
“...”
He chose to remain silent, listening to the uncertain voice above him.
“Are you asleep?”
“...”
When he didn't respond, Khun Tongrak must have thought he was asleep.
Thump!
“It's so warm.”
This time, it wasn't just a snuggle, it was an embrace!
Mahasamut was equally stunned. He didn't expect the person to mumble contentedly, stretch out close to him, and wrap an arm around his waist.
That was Khun Tongrak.
This felt so familiar that he had to think hard to remember.
That's when Mahasamut figured it out.
“Ha ha.”
Swish!
“You're not asleep!”
Once he realized, he laughed until the person who had snuggled up close jolted awake, springing up, causing him to turn back with a wide grin.
Yeah, it was just like a cat sneaking in to cuddle when the owner wasn't aware.
Meanwhile, the so-called cat had bright red cheeks, but still pretended to be angry to cover it up.
“You're still not asleep.” Tongrak emphasized.
“Not yet.”
Mahasamut couldn't stop laughing, looking at the flushed face and feeling like giving those cheeks a playful pinch.
“I...I was sleeping!” The one who was caught declared loudly, quickly pulling the blanket up to cover his cheeks, turning his back to him. The observer moved closer slowly, like a hunter about to capture his prey, his large hand slipping around the waist, feeling the resistance of someone trying to squirm away, then saying the words that ended the game:
“I'm still not asleep. You were waiting for me to fall asleep then you'd snuggle up.”
“Nonsense, that's ridiculous.”
But the one who called it ridiculous covered his ears, indicating he wasn't listening, didn't need to be told, didn't need any reminders.
He thought he had guessed right.
It seemed someone wanted to hug but was afraid of losing their cool.
Mahasamut could have teased more, kept asking repeatedly until the person gave in, but seeing them shy and trembling, pulling the blanket over themselves, covering their ears, and shutting their eyes tightly, he thought it was cuter not to tease.
Otherwise, the cat might run away.
“I think you've set the AC too cold, Khun Tongrak.” Mahasamut changed the subject.
“Then go adjust it.” Came the muffled voice from under the blanket.
“No.” Mahasamut replied softly, pulling the slender waist closer into his embrace until the other's back was pressed against his chest.
“Hugging you is warm enough.”
The young man felt a slight resistance before the body relaxed into his hold, until he slipped a leg between the slender ones.
Today, he learned something...Khun Tongrak liked to be hugged.
“Who said you could hug?”
“I'm hugging what's mine. It has nothing to do with you, Khun Tongrak.” He felt a fondness for the person making those little sounds of protest. Sometimes he completely forgot that this person was almost ten years older than him.
The one who quietly agreed to be hugged, allowing Mahasamut to hold him tightly, his nose burrowing into the neck, inhaling the fresh scent deeply, and would have fallen asleep like that.
“Where are you going tomorrow?” If it weren't for the muffled voice speaking up again.
It seemed someone was curious about his phone conversation.
Once again, Mahasamut looked with affection, but instead of explaining, he invited.
“Would you like to come with me tomorrow?”
The beautiful face reluctantly peeked out from under the blanket, turned to look at him, and Mahasamut used his puppy-dog eyes to beg rather than tease.
“Please?”
The honey-colored eyes quivered slightly.
He thought today must have been particularly blessed.
Chapter 11: The Man With High Merit
...Phii Rak have you found out about your friend yet...
...You were so harsh to me...
...You should think about it...
...Suddenly telling me to go get stuff from the room and take it to the set...
...And the set is in Nakhon Pathom!...
...You know I am not good at driving...
...Driving in the city is hard, let alone driving alongside trucks...
...And why do I have to do it anyway...
...Yeah, I know that only I have the spare keycard...
...But I work for you Phii Rak, not for Vi...
...Phii Rak, you understand me, right...
...Right?...
Don't understand.
Normally at nine in the morning, the writer would be tucked away in his soft blanket, but today, his honey-colored eyes were scanning the phone screen, checking the messages from the secretary that had been fired off like a machine gun last night. As he smiled amusedly at the corner of his mouth, he could guess what had happened, but if asked if he understood how she felt,
No. Because between Muk and that Vi, he'd understand Vi.
Someone like Rak is more of a commander than a bystander.
His friend did the right thing, right? When you forget something, who else would you send to get it? If it's not someone with the room keycard and the code, which isn't him, then Khaimuk has to be the one to go, and then deliver it to the set. What's wrong with that?
If Khaimuk could hear his thoughts, she'd probably cry tears of blood.
After checking the messages, the person who usually wakes up late looked up to see why he had to wake up early today.
Tongrak knew the term “community activity.” But in his thirty years of life, he had never truly experienced it. He hadn't even written about it in his novels that were full of city dwellers, because even during his school days, he never joined volunteer camps or community development programs. He studied in Canada, where his idea of community was just going to bars after school.
So, now, Khaimuk would definitely not believe where he was.
At the sub-district administrative office on the island.
Yes, now Tongrak was sitting at the very back of a small meeting room where a poised woman was explaining slides on the screen in front of the room. The seats were scattered with villagers, some young, some old, all intently listening to the officer from the Marine and Coastal Resources Department.
“...So, does everyone understand why we shouldn't take coral fragments from the sea up to the surface, even for just a moment? Because the stress can weaken them and cause them to die since they are, after all, living sea creatures.”
The woman from the department explained, and then the man standing next to her, overseeing the proceedings, chimed in humorously,
“Understand, Aunt? They say don't take it from the sea!”
Mahasamut teased the old lady sitting in the front row, who quickly turned to scold him,
“Hey, why are you telling me? There are so many people here.”
Tongrak thought he had been here long enough to start picking up the local dialect.
He could understand that Mahasamut was teasing the old lady about her past habit of using coral remains as souvenirs, even though she had stopped, but she was still being teased about it. This turned what should have been a dull discussion into something amusing, with the villagers jokingly bantering back and forth.
The atmosphere was nothing like the academic seminars he had attended before.
Tongrak himself didn't quite know why he agreed to wake up at six in the morning, to ride pillion on someone's motorcycle to prepare for this event, especially when he had nothing to do. He didn't even know what the training was about until it started. All he could do was sit quietly, watching the big man bustling about, greeting villagers, welcoming the officials, and he then realized that Mahasamut was one of the volunteers for marine conservation in the area.
And one thing he knew...Mahasamut worked hard.
The young man couldn't help but watch the broad smile of the large man that encouraged everyone.
“Bored, Phii?” At that moment, a whisper by his ear made Tongrak jump.
Startled!
He turned to look with sharp eyes, making the playful kid shrink back.
“Ha ha, it's just me, come on, among friends, don't be mad, super handsome Phii.” Palm quickly said in an appeasing tone, to which Tongrak just crossed his arms and asked in a flat voice,
“What is it?”
“Uh, nothing. Just thought you might be bored.” Palm smiled ingratiatingly.
“And if you're bored, is there a way to make it go away?” Tongrak gave a cool smile as the kid scratched his head.
“Yeah, that's right, uh uh uh, wait, if you're bored, I can tell you about my beloved older brother.”
Gasp!
Tongrak paused, his mouth about to say he wasn't interested, but it had already slipped out, and he closed it.
Yes, he was extremely interested, actually.
He wasn't sure if the kid understood body language or not, because he started talking so fast it was hard to keep up.
“Do you know, Phii Mut, right? He's the one who's all about protecting the sea around here. He always says, if there's no sea, we'd have nothing to eat, and then he gets scolded by the old folks for being delusional, but Phii Mut doesn't give up easily. He went to talk to the subdistrict chief and contacted various departments, but it took until last year for someone to actually listen.”
“And why not leave it to the departments or whatever to handle?”
Why does he need to do it himself?
“Exactly, Phii, everyone says that. They've set up all these departments, so why bother? Do you know what Phii Mut said in response?”
If he knew, would he be listening now?
Tongrak wanted to retort, but just shook his head instead, watching the kid snap his fingers loudly.
“If the people in the house don't know how to take care of their own home, what can you expect from outsiders? Before you know it, the house will be destroyed and we'll have nowhere to live.” Palm said proudly, then added, “Phii Mut is cool, isn't he?”
“...”
“But it's easier said than done, brother. Phii Mut dragged me along for years, faced criticism head-on, until I started to wonder why we bother putting up with it...” The young man continued his story with such passion, and even showed signs of anger when recounting how they were scolded.
Tongrak found himself listening more intently than he had expected. His wide eyes turned to look at the younger, larger man, and suddenly, the young man wondered, what can this person do?
No, what can't he do?
If it were him, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
The thing Khun Tongrak hated most was being looked down upon or belittled, but Mahasamut seemed not to care. And then he realized, if asked whether he doesn't care about his dignity, this man would probably say, does dignity fill your stomach?
He was paying more attention to the other person without even realizing it.
Gasp!
At that moment, sharp eyes turned back to meet Tongrak's, and Mahasamut smiled.
It was just an ordinary smile, but Tongrak found himself looking away as if he didn't care.
Meanwhile, Mahasamut found this behavior amusing. He didn't say anything because the mere fact that the beautiful man was willing to sit there for hours was already beyond expectations. He didn't know...
He had no idea that an ordinary smile from an ordinary man was making the talented writer's cheeks burn.
“Hot?”
“And do you see me sweating?”
Mahasamut couldn't help but laugh at the response from the beautiful man, because even though the thin shirt he was wearing was soaked through, sticking to his white back with beads of sweat around his face, Khun Tongrak still didn't whine to go back to a cool room. He continued to sit quietly, chatting with Palm occasionally, answering the curious questions from the villagers, and didn't mind sharing the communal lunch prepared by everyone.
It seemed he really was accumulating good karma, indeed.
Betting Khun Tongrak had never done anything like this before, the thought that he might be the first, and perhaps the only man, to drag Khun Tongrak to such an activity filled him with pride every time their eyes met. Mut almost burst into a smile, afraid he might be called crazy.
Who told you to be so adorably beautiful?
The sharp eyes watched as the other used his hand to fan his shirt for some relief from the heat, unable to help but look at the collarbone, tracing the sweat that ran down from the hairline to the temple and down the neck, tempted to lean in and lick it off...but every time the other moved his hand, the glimpse of the chest made him...
Thrust!
“What are you doing? I'm hot.”
The large hand reached up to the shirt collar, buttoning the top button despite the protests of the one looking at him with clouded eyes, trying to push his hand away to unbutton it again, until he had to hold the soft hand firmly, his eyes now serious.
“No.”
“Why not?”
He liked when someone was being petulant, but if he didn't find some reason, the stubborn one would just keep doing the same.
“Do you want people to know what we did last night?”
Gasp!
He watched the other's reaction freeze, then leaned close to his ear.
“Your neck is covered in bite marks.”
Thump!
That was enough for Tongrak to grab his shirt collar, clutching it close to himself.
“So that's why.”
“Why what?”
“It's complicated.”
The listener laughed, watching the person tighten his collar further and turn away, then he noticed something.
The prying eyes glancing from every direction.
Oh wow, how much have they guessed by now?
This kind of attention suggested it wasn't just guessing; within three days, everyone on the island would probably be talking about it. But he didn't need to make the beautiful one worry, besides...they'd be leaving the day after tomorrow.
That thought slowly erased the smile from the larger man's face.
That's just how it is, Mut.
“Why are you making that face?”
He must have been too expressive, as someone looked at him with curiosity, so Mahasamut quickly adjusted his expression, putting on a front with a smile.
No need to tell Khun Tongrak what you're thinking.
So, Mahasamut lifted his hand to touch his chin, asking in a clear voice:
“I'm just being my usual charming self.”
There, the familiar look of disdain.
“Oh, I know I'm not as handsome as the Bangkok guys, but looking at me like that still hurts a bit.”
“You feel that too, huh?”
“Go ahead, if you want to scold me, just do it, don't beat around the bush. Say I'm shameless.”
Khun Tongrak gave him an annoyed look.
“Shameless, rude, and talkative.”
“Ha ha ha.”
This time, it wasn't just one word in response, but a whole package that made him burst into loud laughter, and soon even Khun Tongrak couldn't help but smile and laugh along.
“You really are crazy.”
If being crazy gets me a smile like that, it's worth it.
The tall man looked at the smile in front of him for a while, then changed the subject, glancing at his watch.
“It's afternoon already. Where should we go?”
“Have you finished your work?”
“Done for today.” Mahasamut replied, as today he had only coordinated with the department to educate the community, and there was nothing else after this.
Seeing that the person in front of him had gone quiet, as if unsure where to go, he suggested an idea.
“Want to go back to work? You can take your laptop and work on the beach as you like.”
And I'll sit and watch you work.
“No.” But today someone wasn't buying the idea.
“Oh, then where do you want to go? Waterfalls? There are waterfalls on the island, and this season, they're really nice to visit...”
“Go to your house.”
Mahasamut, who was speaking, fell silent, looking at the person beside him in disbelief, needing to confirm.
“Pardon?”
While the honey-colored eyes turned to meet his, and a soft, pleasant voice spoke almost pleadingly,
“I want to go to your house. Take me there.”
Even though Mahasamut could predict the weather and know when it would rain, he seemed to have missed the forecast on the writer's mood, because he had no idea why this person wanted to go to his house.
“You've never been to Phii Mut's house before? Wow. I thought you guys were close, I assumed you'd been there.”
The conversation with the kid, Palm, was still stuck in his head. Although he told himself it wasn't necessary to care, he couldn't help but feel irritated when the other said weren't we close? He started questioning himself: Yes, we are close, so why has he never taken me there before? We even know each other's moles.
Tongrak didn't understand why he was so annoyed while listening.
He just...didn't understand the feeling of wanting to know someone better.
“My house isn't like anything you've ever seen before, Khun Tongrak.”
As they walked together on the concrete bridge, Mahasamut turned to warn him, but he insisted on going. He looked at the sharp face that was looking at him with concern, but Mahasamut agreed to continue leading him down the wooden boardwalk to an old wooden house. Tongrak's wide eyes surveyed the place with curiosity.
“Have you changed your mind yet?”
“Why would I change my mind?” Tongrak didn't understand, only looking at the sharp face that laughed.
“You, huh.” The tall figure simply said, then unlocked the door and led him inside.
Indeed.
Tongrak muttered to himself; this was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Even the rooms during summer camp were better than this.
Mahasamut's house seemed more like a place just to sleep in. There was a mattress, a small wardrobe, a storage cabinet, a broken fan, and a bathroom. That was it...nothing more.
Even though the house was this simple, his round eyes continued to explore.
“Looking for inspiration for your novels?” A deep, amused voice came from behind, and Tongrak swallowed his response.
Not at all. He was just curious.
He had never written a character with a home like this.
“Uh, why did you become a volunteer?” Tongrak asked, suddenly remembering, turning to look at the large man who was putting down the house and motorcycle keys.
“Because I love the sea.”
“Just that?”
“And what other reason do I need? I just love my home, love the sea, oh, and I love it so much I even argued with my dad about it.”
Mahasamut spoke and laughed, not thinking much about it, even though his last sentence caught Tongrak's attention.
Found!
The tall man took off his sweat-soaked shirt.
“My father and I see things differently. He only thinks about catching fish for money. He doesn't care if nature is destroyed, if the aquatic life dies, or if there'll be any fish left to catch in the future. He only knows he wants to catch fish today, the more, the better...”
Thrust!
“!!!”
Tongrak watched as the man turned to open the wardrobe, observing the broad back, the beautifully moving shoulder blades with each movement. As the deep voice seemed to pass through his left ear and out the right, before his mind could catch up with what was happening, he lunged forward, grabbed the neck of the younger man, and pressed his lips against him firmly.
He didn't know why. He just...wanted to kiss him.
The larger man was initially startled, but soon, his strong arms wrapped around the slender waist, pulling their bodies together without any space between them. The fierce lips sucked back, sharp teeth bit into his lower lip, and a hot tongue flicked before invading the warm mouth.
“Kiss...smack...”
Tongrak responded by opening his mouth, not caring about the clear liquid trickling to the edge of his lips. He just wanted to kiss Mahasamut, to offer himself, wanting the other to take more than this.
He liked this kiss.
“Hah, hah, hah.”
They didn't know how long they kissed, but it was long enough for their lips to swell and redden, for their breaths to become short and quick, and for the clear liquid to form strings between their lips as they finally parted for air.
“Looks like I've scored high in good deeds today.” The voice was hoarse, whispering close to the soft lips.
And it provoked Tongrak to press his body closer.
“And it's going to get even higher.” Tongrak tilted his head back, opening his neck for the sharp face to nestle into the white crook.
Then whispered...
“Fuck me.”
The young writer felt the arm tense, but the large hand that was caressing his hips slid into his pants, squeezing the soft flesh, and then fingers reached to touch the entrance that clenched in delight.
“Your hole is still swollen.” Mahasamut whispered, his warm mouth hovering around Tongrak's chin before nibbling gently, making him shiver.
“You can put it in.” Tongrak confirmed.
He knew his own body well, to the point where he had to turn and bite the ear of the larger man.
“It goes in easily, huh, oh!”
Tongrak jolted when the long finger entered his tight passage right after he spoke, his hands gripping Mahasamut's shoulders firmly, feeling a mix of tightness and excitement.
“Ah...Oh.”
He liked how the large man crooked his finger and started to play with his entrance, pressing in, moving slowly in and out, almost driving him mad.
“Indeed.” The man answered through gritted teeth, sounding like a growl.
And that made Tongrak look up.
Thump, thump, thump.
Now, his heartbeat was so strong it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
He liked the sharp, tense face that showed how much this man was feeling, the dark eyes that were burning like fire about to consume him, the lips pressed together to suppress the emotion, the hot body pressed against his skin that he wanted to rub against, the large hands trying to ease him despite being so tense. He liked that this man was trying to restrain himself from being too aggressive.
But...
“Do it, go ahead.”
He wanted it even more.
“Ohhh!”
The moment he gave permission, the long finger that was trying to stretch him pressed in fully, followed by the second and third fingers, while the other large hand pulled Tongrak's pants down to his ankles. At the same time, the hot mouth pressed against his teasing lips, kissing and biting until Tongrak moaned deeply in his throat.
Meanwhile, his pale hands were urgently trying to undo Mahasamut's pants, eager to grasp the large, long member in his hand.
Thump!
“Wait...Wait a moment.”
“Sorry. I can't stop now.”
Tongrak had just felt the smooth hardness when Mahasamut grabbed him, turned him around, and pushed him so that his upper body was pressed against the wardrobe while he knelt down, parting the soft cheeks, and pressed his lips to the teasing entrance, consuming it ravenously.
The electrifying sensation that shot through his body made Tongrak moan, his eyes wide with shock.
Just with Mahasamut thrusting his tongue inside, his body screamed that it was too much.
The large man treated him like the tastiest meal, hot tongue licking, sharp teeth nibbling on the soft flesh, then invading with his warmth, long fingers not stopping their stimulation, deliberately pressing into the sweet spot inside until clear liquid filled his eyes, blurring his vision. The only thing clear was his hips being forced to arch up, opening to the invasion that almost stopped his heart.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
“Ah, ah, hah, Maha...Mahasamut, uh”
Tongrak heard the wet sounds of his own body being invaded, blending with his own moans.
“Enough...enough...stop, hah...” The teasing one pleaded, because if Mahasamut didn't stop using his tongue, Tongrak would finish any second now.
But it seemed that the more he asked for a stop, the more it spurred him on, as the ruthless tongue penetrated deeper into the tight entrance, torturing Tongrak who was swaying his hips back and forth, almost losing consciousness.
He was about to finish. He was about to...almost.
Thrust!
“Heh!”
Tongrak jolted as the pressure inside his body released his need all over the wardrobe, but he shivered even more because the hot tongue was still pressed in, the long fingers still emphasized their point until he moaned shakily, both legs trembling.
“No...not yet, it's too much...wait, ah...hah”
Tongrak nearly collapsed onto his own arm when the long fingers were withdrawn, his heavy breathing echoing around the small house.
His entrance was so hot, the heat spreading to his stomach, still feeling the tongue and fingers that had aroused him.
And then...
Thrust!
“Ha!!!”
It was then that Tongrak's eyes widened in shock, his lips parted in a silent cry when the hard, hot presence didn't just enter, but thrust in all at once, filling him completely, almost making him choke, with tears streaming down his face. He wanted to turn and say wait, because he had just finished, but...someone had already said they couldn't stop.
Swoosh.
“Damn, you're really tight.”
Slap!
“Ohhh!!!”
Tongrak jolted when the large hand slapped his hip, then gripped his waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and the large man thrust in with such force that it took his breath away, he felt pain, but above all, an intense excitement was coursing through his veins.
It felt so good that he arched his back towards it.
“Ah, oh...huhh.”
His white hips trembled, but when he tried to pull away, the large hand held him back to thrust in again...and again.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
“Ah, oh...huh, wait, wait, don't keep hitting there, it's so...hot inside, it's tight, ah, there, uh, huh.”
Tongrak was almost screaming in ecstasy. He felt like he was going mad.
Why did Mahasamut know exactly where to hit, why did he know how to make him cry out, why did he make someone like him tremble without any defense?
The heat in the air couldn't compare to the heat their bodies generated as they moved together, sweat dripping, mixing with other fluids. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, pushing, thrusting, striking repeatedly at the sensitive spot, making tears flow freely from Tongrak, his toes curling with each thrust that clouded his mind.
“Grit, it's so tight.”
Amidst the blurred vision, he heard the curse from the man behind, pulling his hips back when the shaft was almost fully withdrawn, then slamming back in.
“Uhhh!!!, hack, hack, slow down, a bit slower.”
He tried to plead, but the beast behind him wouldn't listen.
Tongrak was about to collapse from standing.
“Ha!”
And then he jolted entirely when a large hand scooped under his right thigh, lifting it to open the way for the hot shaft to thrust in deeper, causing Tongrak to clutch the neck of the man behind him in panic, biting his lip until it hurt as the pressure in his abdomen drove him almost insane, his inner core slick with desire.
Once again, Tongrak moaned at the top of his lungs, receiving the relentless thrusts from Mahasamut who showed no signs of tiring easily.
“Can't...stand...eek...hah, ah, ah”
“Just a bit more, hah, hah. I just need a bit more.”
“No, I'm going to...I'm going to goon. I'm going to, eek...again. Ah, uh!”
Thrust!
Tongrak's eyes widened, tilting his head back against the broad shoulder, releasing another wave of warm fluid over the wardrobe.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Thrust!
“Urk, hah, hah, wait, hah, just wait. I just came.”
“Hah, hah, sorry.”
The young writer pleaded in a rush, tears streaming, wanting a brief respite, but he was too late as the other man turned him around, scooped under his white hips, and pushed his back against the wardrobe. The deep voice whispered an apology close to his ear, and then the merciless shaft plunged in deep again.
“Sorry.”
Thrust! Thrust!
“Uh, hah, ah, ah”
Even though the deep voice murmured apologies, the large body continued its fierce and wild invasion, making Tongrak sob, grabbing onto the strong neck in fear, burying his face in the broad shoulder, responding to the intense invasion that was driving him mad.
“Kiss, kiss me.”
Found!
The plea was met with the hot lips pressing against his quickly, tongues sliding together outside their lips until clear liquid dribbled down. While their naked bodies moved in sync, Tongrak learned one thing...
This man filled him to the brim.
“Where have you been holding all this back?”
“Who made it worth taking like this?”
Smack!
When the heated activity finally ended,
Mahasamut once again thanked his luck for having this beautiful man lying on his arm in his embrace, the one who criticized his roughness, and the same one whose cheeks turned bright red when he retorted. It was so tempting that he wanted to press a kiss onto those soft cheeks.
“If it wasn't me, you'd probably be crying by now.”
“You cried too, a lot.”
When he stated the truth, the cute one glared at him and then turned away, flipping over, his face hot with embarrassment, until he had to follow and wrap his arms around the waist, nuzzling into the white neck.
“I can't take it anymore. I should have said so earlier.” Tongrak said in a muffled tone.
Even though Mahasamut wanted to go at it again with the pale man, he settled for holding the slender waist tightly.
“I must have used up all my luck for this life.”
“Huh?”
The one in his arms turned to look at him with curiosity, prompting him to smile and gently stroke the hair.
“How could someone like me even dream of having someone like you in my house, in my arms, in my bed? I think if I told anyone, no one would believe it.”
“You've never brought anyone home?”
He loved the inquisitive look in this man's eyes because Khun Tongrak wanted to know about 'him.'
“Who would I bring?”
This time, Khun Tongrak smiled broadly, then quickly suppressed it and turned away again.
“Yes, you're lucky, you won't get this lucky again in this lifetime. Remember that.”
Poke!
It was enough for the lucky man to press his nose firmly against the soft cheek, then tease and ask for a reward.
“You said that if I did well, next time you'd use your mouth on me.”
Gasp!
Mahasamut intended to tease, but after saying it, he found himself silent, because...next time?
When would that be?
Meanwhile, the person in his arms seemed to be thinking the same, as the handsome face turned to look at him, speaking softly,
“I'm going back tomorrow.”
“...”
Silence enveloped the entire room, even though just moments ago they were laughing and joking. But now, the typically shameless Mut, who never concerned himself with others' troubles, couldn't laugh. He could only gently touch the white cheek with the back of his hand.
“Yes, the boat leaves in the morning.”
“...Time flies, doesn't it?”
And then the room fell silent once more.
The silence was so profound you could hear the fan swaying back and forth, the soft creak of the mattress when someone moved.
The tall man saw the person in his embrace biting their own lip, and something unknown prompted him to speak,
“Can't you stay a bit longer?”
Even he himself was surprised he had asked for something so impossible.
From childhood to adulthood, Mahasamut had learned not to ask for anything from anyone, knowing everything always came with a price. He had long stopped asking for things because if you wanted something, you had to work for it yourself. But here he was, doing something he never thought he would do, asking this person...could you not leave?
How dare you ask that?
He felt pity for himself just thinking about it.
“I was just kidding...”
“Try asking.”
Gasp!
But the one who was about to move away paused when the hoarse voice spoke softly, making him glance back with hope.
Khun Tongrak looked at him and repeated,
“Try asking me.”