[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
Chapter 4: How to Eat Deliciously
After letting the big man stand there hugging him for what felt like an eternity, Tongrak realized not only had he easily cried, but he was also in the embrace of his supposed rival, so he quickly pushed the wet figure away, stepping back to sit down at the bow of the boat, his arms crossing over his chest, turning his face away, trying to hide his cheeks that were burning embarrassingly hot.
He had actually cried for him!
He was so scared he lost his mind and slapped him with all his might.
The thought of the man who glanced at Mahasamut, only to find that sharp eyes were already on him, made Tongrak quickly turn his face away again.
He was utterly outmatched.
And then...“I'm sorry...I was wrong...”
From the three to four days they had known each other, this was the first time he heard a voice not filled with teasing or intent to make his head explode. It was soft and deep in his ears, tinged with genuine guilt, softening his anger slowly.
Mahasamut was at fault, but so was he for slapping him like that.
With full force, no less.
The usually composed man stole another glance at the Southern guy's cheek, an apology stuck in his throat...even though he had convinced himself he did nothing wrong. He shouldn't have to apologize...after all, who was the one playing childish pranks, nearly scaring him to death? This was still too little, considering.
But if he asked, this man would surely complain about how much it hurt.
And luckily, Mahasamut was no longer using that soothing tone from before. He was grateful as the other returned to that teasing, nerve-wracking voice with a bit of playful banter that made him feel bold enough to curse.
“Sure, sure, someone as great as Khun Tongrak wouldn't waste tears on a country bumpkin like me.”
“It's good that you know.”
“So mean.”
For heaven's sake, he even changed his voice to sound like a young, naive boy. How could someone so tall sound like that?
Maybe he should slap him again.
Swoosh!!
“!”
“Why are you taking your shirt off!”
And just as the writer was deciding whether to slap him a couple more times, Tongrak shouted out loud when, out of nowhere, the dark-skinned Southern man pulled off his wet T-shirt with an easy, yet somehow appealing, motion.
When the wet T-shirt clung to the well-built body, Tongrak could somewhat imagine what lay beneath that fabric. Add to that the time when Mahasamut pulled him into an embrace, the close contact told him a lot - about the strength of the muscles, about the heat emanating that turned the cool seawater into warm steam.
He knew. He had felt it. But he acted as if he didn't care.
But this moment was different.
Tongrak watched as the large hand grabbed the hem of the shirt and easily pulled it off, revealing a strong physique. Whether it was the broad chest, the well-defined abs, or the muscular arms with their beautiful muscle lines, the dark skin accentuated his masculinity. Tongrak's honey-colored eyes couldn't help but follow down to the narrow waist, tracing the deep V-line that disappeared into the low-hanging trousers at the edge of his hips. He even noticed the dark trail of hair that tempted him to reach out and touch.
What am I thinking, damn love?
Tongrak wanted to slap himself hard.
His beautiful eyes roamed down to the prominent bulge beneath the trousers before looking back up.
And there it was.
He was looking at him.
Now, Mahasamut's eyes sparkled with amusement, making Tongrak's cheeks burn.
“My shirt got wet.”
Not only did his eyes seem innocently teasing, but his deep voice was so naive it was almost infuriating.
He definitely knew what he was thinking!
“And who told you to jump in?” Tongrak complained while averting his gaze.
Tongrak felt annoyed. His first experience with a man was back in high school, and in the over ten years since then, he had seen it all, so why not with someone with such a good physique?
He had eaten so much he was tired of it.
Even though he scolded himself, Tongrak knew his own reasons well...he was afraid he might look too much.
After he had just declared that even if Mahasamut were the last man on earth, he wouldn't take him to bed, but it had only been a few days...who would let this guy mock him?
He didn't want to admit that such a physique was indeed worthy of being the island's top product.
“I told you I would show you something good.”
“Sea urchins, I've eaten them until I'm sick of them.”
“Have you ever eaten ones just picked from the sea? Fresher than this, you'd have to dive in and eat it, sir.” Mahasamut teased at the end, enjoying how the other's cheeks turned redder.
“I'm not hungry.” But the stubborn one kept insisting.
“Oh, come on...You've only had one cup of coffee since morning, no wonder you're not growing.”
“Hey...I said I'm not hungry...”
Growl!
Tongrak really felt like jumping into the sea.
This time, it was his honest body's fault for betraying him, and it was now screaming that one cup of coffee wasn't enough. It wasn't sufficient fuel for arguing with this teasing man, and as soon as his stomach growled, a big wave of laughter echoed around, loud enough to bounce off the bright blue water, resonating in the embarrassed man's head.
Since they met, how many times had he been caught off guard like this?
Thump!
“Oh, oh, careful, you'll strain your neck. You always lift your chin when you're embarrassed.”
Smack!
“Butt off!” Tongrak grabbed his own neck, turning to glare in annoyance.
And what was there to laugh about so much?
The handsome man thought irritably, looking at the big man who was still laughing cheerfully while starting the boat's engine again, causing his neat eyebrows to furrow together.
Mahasamut must have noticed the suspicious look because his voice softened.
“We'll go down to eat at a nearby beach. You're not used to the sea...I'm afraid you'll get seasick.”
Tongrak was almost about to look at the Southern guy with more favor...if it weren't for the next sentence...
“I'm too lazy to clean up vomit.”
“May the ghost of the words you speak haunt you.” The young writer gritted his teeth.
And how did the annoying man respond?
“What ghost is as handsome as me, sir?”
Seriously, how could he be so confident!
Since arguing seemed to lead to defeat, Tongrak turned away to indicate the conversation was over. Go wherever you want, and once again, he could hear the laughter creeping into his ears.
Why laugh so much?
The beautiful man thought irritably. While he listened to the sound of the boat's engine mingling with the sea, watching the boat slice through the waves creating white foam, feeling the cool wind brush his face, and couldn't help but feel that moving on the boat was better than just floating in the middle of the sea, that's when...
Again, his glance caught the captain of the ship.
A big guy wearing only shorts, showing off his upper body that might drive many wild, but Tongrak was more interested in the intense look in his eyes when he wasn't joking, staring straight ahead.
Mahasamut gave off a rustic vibe, yet raw, wild, exuding masculinity in every fiber, enough to make Tongrak find this man strangely arousing.
When they hugged...it was just out of curiosity.
Just curious about...how having sex with this man would feel like.
Salty like the seawater lingering on the tip of the tongue, or hot and spicy to the point of dizzying the body?
Tongrak was just curious...really.
“Open your mouth.”
“I won't eat, it's dirty.”
“Saying that hurts my feelings...I went all the way to wash my hands.”
“If by washing you mean dipping your hands in the sea, my place doesn't call that washing!”
“Come on, saltwater kills germs.”
Once again, Tongrak wished he could go back in time to erase the previous thought from his mind...he was curious about how this lunatic's sex would be!
The crazy man who sailed him to some deserted beach where not even a bird could be seen, just tiny crabs scurrying around on the sand.
It wasn't that being on land was less dizzying than being at sea, but what about pulling out a knife and scissors to cut off the spines of a sea urchin, then presenting the pale yellow flesh he had once eaten in an upscale restaurant to his lips, followed by an utterly nonsensical reason:
“I forgot to bring spoons or chopsticks.”
But there were knives and scissors!
“Come on, eat it...I went through the trouble of diving to get it for you.”
“Who's eating?”
“I'm eating myself, try some...I guarantee you'll forget all about the imported uni you've ever tasted.”
Tongrak almost refused again, but didn't get the chance.
“Aren't you hungry?” The sharp gaze that seemed to see right through him made the hungry man clench his mouth shut.
“Consider it a personal favor, eat some for me.”
He didn't really want to eat.
Thump!!
But just as Tongrak reached out to take it, the large hand pulled back, and the yellow uni dangling from the fingertips circled back to his lips.
“Why would you want your hand to get dirty?”
There were a million reasons Tongrak could list to explain why he should have a dirty hand, but for some reason, his beautifully red lips parted, allowing Mahasamut's fingertips to approach. Maybe it was because of the sharp eyes right in front of him, or perhaps out of curiosity to see...what it tastes like.
Not the uni, but...this man.
Tongrak intended only to take the sea urchin into his mouth, but...
Thump!!
The slender fingers of the southern man pushed forward, brushing against his lips, letting the soft yellow flesh drop onto his tongue, the briny saltiness of the sea spreading through his mouth followed by a sweet burst that enveloped his taste buds. Yet, the deliciousness was less captivating than...the fingers playing with his lips.
The big finger remained poised there, while the honey-colored eyes met his sharp gaze.
His entire life's experience told him what that look meant.
This guy wanted him.
Beneath that strong gaze, Tongrak saw a flash of desire, those eyes watching his mouth intently, almost waiting for a reaction, reminding him of a predator stalking its prey. Strangely, the hunter in him felt like the prey.
Tongrak's stillness was as good as an awaited consent.
He just wanted to know, just to know, what would happen next.
That was the thought of the one sending back a challenging look. Whatever his thumb was doing on those full lips, at first it merely brushed them as lightly as a butterfly's wing before the pressure increased, probing between the lips, forcing them to part until Mahasamut could feel the warmth inside.
"Do you know what I wanted to do the first time I saw you?"
"Probably to annoy me.” Tongrak deliberately teased back by nibbling on his own thumb.
"No.” the deep voice rose slightly.
Strangely, this voice made Tongrak shiver with excitement.
"I wanted to know what this complaining mouth...tastes like."
"Oh."
Tongrak was about to retort. If it weren't for the thumb pressing down on his upper lip, moving across to the other side, stifling any sound he might make, and then dragging down to the lower lip, revealing the warm, moist, red interior.
The tall frame moved closer, the hot breath caressing his cheek.
Amidst the deserted beach, Tongrak found himself in a situation he'd never encountered before, and it...stirred an intense heat from head to toe.
Exciting, thrilling, and refreshingly novel.
The young writer thought, looking into those sharp eyes, then down to the lips, feeling a terrifyingly strong urge.
He liked this kind of excitement; it was exhilarating.
"Want to find out?" Tongrak asked back, which was as good as consent.
Tongrak watched the wild, untamed creature approach, feeling the warmth radiating and touching his skin, making him want to reach out and touch, to press his body close, to let instinct take over to the point of madness.
The sharp face came closer. The hot breath fanned his nose, close but not touching, as if teasing, making the desire almost unbearable.
And Tongrak couldn't stand it any longer.
Snap!
Tongrak pulled Mahasamut's neck towards him to seek the answer to his curiosity, his other hand braced against the sandy beach to support himself, but...
"Ouch!"
The moment his hand pressed down on the sand was the moment a sharp pain shot through his palm. Lips that had just touched for a fleeting moment parted, replaced by a cry that shattered the mood completely.
It was enough to draw the attention of the man in front of him to his hand instead.
“Let me see.”
Tongrak winced in pain when his hand was pulled away, and then he saw...drops of dark blood.
What did he get cut by now?!
The wound from Khom's shell wasn't deep, but it caused bright red blood to seep out over his stark white skin.
“Stay still, please.”
“Ouch, be gentle.” Tongrak grimaced at the pain when his hand was squeezed.
However, the pain turned to irritation when...
“I guess I'll have to find the answer next time.”
What the taste of this complaining mouth is like would have to wait for another time.
But this sentence seemed to snap Tongrak back to reality. He nearly swallowed his own saliva. He had to say firmly:
“There won't be a next time.”
While Mahasamut didn't respond, there was only a smile that seemed almost mocking on his lips, which was quite hurtful. Then the tall figure waded back through the water to the boat, leaving the wounded man sitting still on the beach, grumbling to himself.
Curious, huh? Even if I haven't had sex all week, but with this guy...
“Looks like tonight I need to find someone.”
He must have been too lonely, yes...just too lonely.
Okay, tonight Tongrak will dress up, go to the bar, and take anyone back to his room!
“You're good at talking to yourself, aren't you?”
While the slender figure was grumbling to himself in irritation, the annoying man returned with a bottle of water and a box of plasters. The tall figure easily sat back down on the sand, making light-hearted comments, causing the listener to turn his face away, trying not to pay attention to his hand being bandaged.
This guy's timing was just right...it made him bleed.
The writer chose to brush off the fact that he was so excited that he stuck his hand into the sand and got pricked by a shell shard. No matter what, Tongrak was always right; it was always someone else's fault, and this time, it was this guy's fault.
“Ouch. I'm hurt, quick, come on.”
When his hand was squeezed to let any sand stuck in the wound flow out with the blood, Tongrak flinched, almost pulling his hand away...if it weren't for the fact that the big man held it firmly. He even opened a bottle of water and quickly poured it over the wound, joking:
“Bear with it, please...I don't have any first aid kit now, let's just wash it and put a plaster on for now.”
Why did he feel like this guy was trying not to laugh, he didn't know.
“It hurts.”
“All out now, dear. It doesn't hurt anymore.”
“I'm not a kid. No need to coddle me.”
“But just now you were crying out loud that it hurts, 'Ouch, it hurts,' see, it's just a small cut.”
The injured man couldn't help but pound on the broad shoulder in annoyance...look at him mimicking his voice, and instead of feeling sympathetic, this guy burst out laughing, but what made the sweaty fist, poised to strike again, freeze in mid-air was probably...the affectionate look in his eyes.
Tongrak was sure he was older than the man in front of him, but he felt like a child under such a gaze.
No one had looked at him like this in a long time.
After applying the plaster over the wound, the fingertips lingered around the plaster as if to comfort him, the deep voice softened:
“Shall I kiss it to make the pain go away?”
“No...”
Peck!
The word of refusal was cut short at the tip of his tongue when Khom's face swooped down, pressing his lips above the plaster. Although there was something between, the warmth of the press spread through his heart, making Tongrak tense up, his beautiful lips moving to protest:
“It's dirty.”
“There's nothing dirty about you.”
The mischievous man didn't just say it; his warm lips moved to the wrist, pressed a kiss, before the sharp teeth gently bit down on Tongrak's wrist. Not hard enough to cause sharp pain, but enough to leave tiny bite marks on the body that twitched slightly, sensitive to the hot, almost hungry touch.
He was about to be devoured.
Why endure? Someone like Tongrak should get what he wants, right?
As his last bit of reason was about to slip away, Tongrak tried to rationalize his next actions, telling himself he wasn't doing anything wrong. Especially with Mahasamut using his tongue to lick at the bite mark, both body and mind were in agreement: why endure when he wanted to taste the inside of that mouth, to entangle his tongue with this wild man's.
“I...won't take you to bed.”
Holding onto the last shred of his self-control...even though his gentle voice was clearly trembling.
And that sharp gaze lifted, the man with the husky, low voice whispering back:
“This isn't a bed.”
“...”
“...”
Two pairs of eyes locked, breaths shuddering, the heat in his chest like being stoked by fire, and that was the last thing Tongrak registered.
Thump!
At this moment, Tongrak was the one to grip the dark hair, to feed the hot, fierce kiss into the mouth of the bothersome man. He pressed his lips against the mischievous ones that had embarrassed him countless times before, his soft tongue licking out, demanding the hot touch that made him swallow his own saliva.
Thump!
“Ugh...”
At first, it might have been Tongrak who initiated the kiss, but in the next moment, the handsome young man was grabbed by thick hands around his slender waist, pulled tightly against a broad chest. Those mischievous lips that had been criticized for being too playful now pressed back. Not letting the pale man control the game, the other hand reached behind his neck, pulling Tongrak into the taste he was curious about.
Mahasamut's kiss was aggressive. Not gentle. Not subtle. Not gentlemanly, and intensely passionate.
“Mmmh...mmmh pf...”
From Tongrak pushing his tongue in first, but soon, the power dynamic shifted when Mahasamut's tongue responded. Sucking hard, tasting the sweet, intense flavor they were sharing. In no time, the larger man took the lead, his hot tongue darting to the soft, vibrant part of Tongrak's mouth, sucking fiercely as if to suck out his soul, exploring every inch of the mouth, tangling and rubbing until Tongrak groaned deep in his throat.
“Open your mouth.”
The hoarse, low voice whispered the command, and it was enough for the listener to comply without question.
“Mmm!”
Tongrak let out a muffled groan when Mahasamut thrust his tongue inside, the strong hand that had been supporting the back of his neck now gripped and pulled, urging the beautiful man to accept the more aggressive touch.
Again...he felt like he was being devoured.
The writer moaned in a trembling voice that sounded almost pleading, but that only made the other party press on even more intensely until clear liquid trickled down the corners of his mouth. However, right now, no one cared; there was only the relentless kiss that continued.
“Huff...huff...”
In the moment Mahasamut pulled away, Tongrak was gasping for breath heavily, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted more.
But it seemed someone had other plans.
“Mmm...”
The sensitive spot of Tongrak wasn't his ears, but rather...his Adam's apple.
And now, the large hunter attacked with precision; when the big hand grasped Tongrak's hair, tilting his head back, and the other man bit down on the neck where the Adam's apple was located, his hot tongue licked from bottom to top, making Tongrak open his eyes wide. Before he knew it, he was lying down on the beach with the big man following to consume him.
“Don't...lick...there...ah...”
“Don't you like it?”
“No...not at all.”
“But you're trembling all over.”
Tongrak wasn't sure why he was trembling, but the moment the tip of the tongue darted to his neck, licking all over his throat, and then biting gently at his chin, the writer trembled even more, and his slender body shuddered when the large hand moved to brush his thumb across the nipple of his chest.
Everywhere Mahasamut touched seemed to know just where he was sensitive.
“Ah...mmm.” A trembling moan escaped from his thin lips as the big man didn't just tease with the tips of his fingers but also followed up with his warm mouth, sucking at the other nipple, licking until the shirt clung wetly to the flesh.
“Do you like it?”
Tongrak turned his face away, raising a hand to cover his face because he didn't want to respond and lose ground.
“Ack.” However, his body answered the question well enough.
No matter how Mahasamut bit or chewed on the light-colored nipple, Tongrak would arch his body in pleasure, liking the sharp bite of teeth before the wet tongue licked over it, sucking until the peak of his chest stood erect.
He liked how this wild man ate.
Thump!!
“Now...”
And in the next moment, the one being devoured widened his eyes in shock when the tall figure moved away briefly to...take off his pants.
The way Mahasamut grabbed the edge of the pants and pulled them down in one swift motion, both the soft, comfortable pants and the small underwear slipped down to his ankles, and then...the large man lifted Tongrak's legs onto his broad shoulders to quickly yank the pants off his ankles.
Everything happened with such expertise. Without embarrassment, and now the beautiful man's ankles rested on strong shoulders, revealing his sensitive parts now erect and slick to the view below.
Tongrak shouldn't have felt shy, but he was...embarrassed.
It might have been because they were now on a sandy beach in broad daylight, and only he was exposed from the waist down, his legs draped over the other's shoulders, causing his cheeks to burn hot with the desire to look away, yet he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight before him.
The sight of the fierce hunter, full of emotion with veins bulging in his neck.
Tongrak saw the bulge in the pants and wanted to reach out and touch it.
Mahasamut was hard too.
Thump!
“It's not your turn.”
As Tongrak reached out to soothingly stroke the hard part, the other man firmly grabbed his hand and pressed it down into the sand, his fierce face adorned with a smug smile, and then the person who should have been just as aroused...grabbed Tongrak's ankles...and spread them apart.
A position that allowed Mahasamut to see the nudity in full!
Whether it was the glistening, slick flesh that was engorged with excitement or the sweet, tight passage that was pulsing eagerly, which the big man then used Tongrak's pants to cushion his hips, and then...
Thump!!
“Wait...wait a second...”
Tongrak's legs were pushed up so that his calves nearly touched his stomach, and this position made his private area even more exposed, right in front of Mahasamut who knelt down perfectly in line.
Tears welled up in Tongrak's eyes.
Not from fear. Not from embarrassment, but from a desperate desire.
Tongrak was confident in his physique. He might have his legs spread wide in a position that could be considered embarrassing, but between the embarrassment of having a large man's face buried between his legs and the question of when this southern man would finally take action, Tongrak would choose the latter.
Why just look, why not do something already!
W...
Gasp!
The beautiful man shuddered when a warm breath blew against the sweet passage.
Now, his abdomen was both twitching and burning hot, craving something to fill it.
“Front or back?”
But then...the hoarse, low voice growled close to the flesh.
“Where do you want me to lick?”
No need for a follow-up sentence; Tongrak understood the question well.
Do you want me to use my tongue on your front or back?
“I...huff...haven't cleaned up yet.”
Tongrak didn't answer directly.
“Which means the back.”
Sting!
“Ahh!”
Tongrak no longer knew what was what. He answered that he hadn't cleaned the back to either refuse or perhaps suggest he wanted it licked, because the moment the big man finished speaking, his hot tongue flicked to lick the tight entrance without any disgust, just a light swipe at the sensitive area made the pale man scream in his throat, gasping as the tickling sensation shot through his body.
Many had licked him before, but not like this.
The way Mahasamut did it, in a way that left him unprepared.
“Ah, ah, hah, there...it's mmmhf...oh, it's so ticklish...”
As soon as the tip of the tongue probed the tight entrance, his whole body jerked, hips twisting from the overwhelming sensation, his hands now gripping Mahasamut's hair, demanding more contact, and then...the hot tongue delved inside.
The overwhelming pleasure made Tongrak throw his head back in a daze.
Each time the tongue thrust in deep, there was a warm rush in his stomach, each time the tongue moved, he craved it to the point of madness, the tip that was now hard and slick with his own fluids, and once again, Tongrak felt like he was being devoured.
Thump!
“Ahh, good, Mahasamut...good, do it harder, go deeper.”
The big hand gripped the sensitive part, moving in rhythm with the deep thrusts of the tongue, making Tongrak moan loudly, feeling so good that his hips moved on their own. He no longer cared who was doing this to him, knowing only that the hand and the tongue were about to bring him to climax.
Thump!
“!”
That's when Mahasamut quickened his hand movements, stronger, until Tongrak arched back onto the sandy ground, his hips jerking rapidly with the sensation. As the urge built to the brink.
“I'm coming...I'm coming...ah...ahh...”
And with just a few playful probes of the tongue, Tongrak shuddered, his back arching, releasing all over the big hand, some even splattering onto his own chest.
Bliss...pure bliss.
“Huff, huff.”
Tongrak panted heavily, his body still twitching slightly before collapsing back onto the sand. But while he was thinking about the hand and tongue that brought him to climax in a way no one had for years, that tongue was now greedily lapping at the twitching, tight entrance, causing the recipient to moan with a trembling voice, so tickled that tears welled up.
He had just finished, and this guy was still playing with him.
“Ah, stop...that's enough. Wait a moment.”
It wasn't that he didn't like it; on the contrary, he loved it, but as soon as that mischievous tongue teased him again, his body jerked, forcing him to push and shove at the broad shoulders.
“Why, it seems like you enjoy it when I lick after you've cummed.”
Yes, Tongrak only realized at this moment that he had this kind of inclination, enjoying it when someone teased him with their tongue right after release.
It felt so good that he almost forgot everything else, but...
Tongrak pushed Mahasamut away until they locked eyes, his voice trembling.
“I need to get back to the island now! Right now, Mahasamut!”
Even though his body was telling him it wanted more until tears welled up, the serious look in Tongrak's eyes was no joking matter, causing Mahasamut to freeze.
Chapter 5: The Price Worth Paying
Tap, tap, tap
In the late afternoon, as the sun was setting low, inside the luxurious room, the only sound that broke through the hum of the air conditioning was the continuous tapping of fingertips on the keyboard, which had been going on for the past hour, until the young man sitting with his chin propped on his hands by the window let out a sigh.
Or perhaps his skills have declined.
Mahasamut asked himself, lifting his leg to rest it across his knee while his sharp eyes looked towards the source of the sound.
Khun Tongrak
After what happened on the beach, believe me, if anyone knew, a hundred out of a hundred would guess that they would continue where they left off, but the reality was crueler. As soon as the beautiful man opened the door and entered the room, he made a beeline for the vanity table, which had now turned into a makeshift work desk.
The pale hand turned on the computer, his foot tapped lightly, impatient while waiting for the machine to boot up, and the moment his laptop finished loading everything, he opened his unfinished work and placed his hands on the keyboard.
And that's how it's been for an hour now.
Leaving Mahasamut, who followed him in, speechless.
He wasn't that confident in himself, but so far, no one had dismissed his sexual advances easily; they usually demanded more, but here...not only was there no interest, but there wasn't even a glance.
It should have been irritating.
But...it wasn't like that at all.
Mahasamut looked down at the now calm Mahasamut Jr. in his pants and couldn't help but find it amusing, even though he hadn't released, even though he was urged to return to the island, even though the other party showed no interest, yet he wasn't irritated at all. It could be lively, it could be calm; a man with high patience like him could endure it.
Besides...it was much better than this morning.
He meant Khun Tongrak, who was now staring at the screen with empty eyes compared to now.
You had to believe that the man who was sitting motionless, staring at the screen for hours, was enjoying his work this much.
How did he know he was enjoying it, you ask?
No one works with such a smile on their face like that.
Not just the smile, but the previously empty eyes now sparkled, his expression was better than this morning, as if he were a different person, and the fingertips that typed away without almost taking a breath told Mahasamut that Khun Tongrak was enjoying his work.
He had learned from the sharp one that Khun Tongrak was a writer.
Normally, he wouldn't care what kind of work the diving guests do, but because of three photographs that made him curious enough to casually search, “Writer named Tongrak”...if he hadn't found anything, he wouldn't have dug deeper, but in just a few clicks, a wealth of information appeared on the screen.
Whether it was news headlines saying, “Handsome young writer that women are crazy about.” or information about his new novel being adapted into a series, or pictures of Tongrak with a famous director.
There were also reviews of his novels and discussions among readers about their beloved author.
He only read a few headlines, just enough to realize the other was a famous person who writes in various genres, then he closed it. It wasn't that he didn't want information about a wealthy guest, but because he simply didn't like the photos posted; they didn't look like the haughty cat curled up on the sofa at all.
Every image seen on the internet was of a handsome man, sometimes beautiful, confident, subtly arrogant, but not looking like himself.
The way he fussed was much cuter.
He secretly thought, “Can someone like this do the delicate work of turning imagination into writing?” And he found that Khun Tongrak indeed could.
He was so focused that he didn't even pay attention to him.
“Ha ha.” But then Mahasamut let out a laugh.
He must be crazy to sit and watch someone work, and the person in question didn't even turn to acknowledge him.
He had served to such an extent, but there was no interest, which was quite disheartening.
Mahasamut couldn't help but laugh out loud.
“Quiet, I'm working.”
Gulp!
But then, the person who had been sitting quietly for so long spoke plainly, without even looking at him. The sound of the keyboard continued incessantly, causing Mahasamut to pause momentarily, even though his lips curled into a wide smile.
Being so silent like this was quite endearing.
The calm, focused demeanor, so different from before, only made him more interested, wanting to see more of this beautiful man's emotions, but if he didn't want to get kicked out of the room, he should probably stay quiet.
A thought that made his sharp eyes gaze at the back of the pale neck, now red from the sun, the white skin still smudged with sand from the beach, but the man himself didn't care. Only he could feel how enticing that neck was, and the taste he had experienced before confirmed how sweet that white flesh was.
Looking too much might not be good.
Seeing that his important guest was fine, just rushing back to work and leaving his little buddy to wither, Mahasamut shrugged, looked down at himself, wet from seawater at first but now almost dry, except for the sand all over, and decided to get up and head to the bathroom.
If he just washes up, the room's owner probably wouldn't mind.
Mahasamut disappeared into the bathroom, and soon the sound of water hitting the tiles could be heard, but what brought the person at the computer back to reality wasn't the sound of water, but the last sentence he typed to finish the chapter he had left hanging.
The problem of how to describe love in this story had passed its first hurdle.
“Phew.” And that made Tongrak exhale in relief.
While the famous writer Tongrak has produced many love stories, few know that he struggles with writing love scenes, and his way of solving this problem is...having sex.
Sometimes it's like becoming the warmth for someone to cuddle with.
Mostly, it just doesn't work well. One of the people he hugged who made him feel warm was Connor, but damn, he's married, so from not understanding what this warmth or love was, whenever he had a problem where he couldn't understand, he'd go to a close friend, snuggle into their embrace, and some ideas would pop into his head, but now he couldn't do that.
And yes, one of the reasons he agreed to come to this island by boat was because...he was bored of the men in the city.
Everything there was boring, so he thought about changing the scenery for his work.
And then he found...
Tongrak turned to look at the slightly ajar bathroom door.
From not caring about his roommate, Tongrak saved his work, shut down his computer, and his slow steps quickened. He pushed open the bathroom door with force, gazing at the naked figure standing under the rain shower. The thick, wet hair slicked down the cheeks, one hand against the wall, while the other...grasped the large part.
When those sharp, bold eyes met his, the water cascading down made this man look even more dangerously attractive.
The man whose expression changed from fierce to annoyingly playful as before.
Mahasamut didn't even care that Tongrak was looking down to inspect the significant part below.
Tongrak secretly thought this guy had good attributes, but he didn't expect them to be this good.
Be it the size or the shape, the bulging veins from arousal, all of it was something he wanted to look at.
“Looking like that, I'll charge you.”
That's when the annoying voice pulled the honey-colored eyes back to meet his gaze.
Mahasamut wasn't shy at all, willing to show everything.
This guy was so confident it was almost irritating.
“Normally, money comes, work goes, but just now I serviced Khun Tongrak that much, and you're here watching for free, that's quite a loss for me, I...”
Slam!
Tongrak didn't even wait for the man to finish speaking; the slender figure pushed against the broad chest until the back hit the wall, then moved himself under the shower too, pressing close against the broad chest, letting the sensitive part beneath his pants touch the hot flesh until the heat between them was palpable, and then...
Thump!
Tongrak swiftly grabbed Mahasamut's neck and kissed him.
A slender tongue flicked and licked at the teasing lips, then sharp teeth bit down on the lower lip so hard it almost drew blood. After that, the beautiful man pulled back to lock eyes.
“How much?”
“...”
Mahasamut remained silent, the only sound being that of water hitting the tiles.
“How much was it just now?”
“...”
“And how much for sleeping with you?”
“...”
“How much would it cost to have me?”
“...”
And Tongrak asked the final question,
“If I were to buy you, how much would I have to pay?”
Both pairs of eyes stared at each other intensely, neither backing down.
Strangely, this time Tongrak didn't show any sign of his usual fussiness; there was only the seriousness of a businessman negotiating.
Yet, this seriousness was...sexy.
The once arrogant man was now eagerly seeking an answer for how much it would cost to be taken.
“...I'm expensive, you know.”
Their eyes locked for a long time before Mahasamut replied, and that turned the serious businessman into a man consumed by desire.
“I can afford it.”
Tense!
With Tongrak's final words, it wasn't just one of them moving first; both moved towards each other as if they had been waiting for this moment all along.
Their lips crashed together, grinding and pressing.
Their bodies moved to close the gap between them entirely.
Hands wrapped around, caressing without restraint.
Tense!
This time, Mahasamut flipped Tongrak so his back hit the wall. While his hot mouth continued to suck thirstily, his tongue delved deep, ravaging the other without giving a moment to breathe, sweeping and chasing, aggressively attacking the sensitive tip of the tongue until clear liquid smeared around their lips, the sound of their passionate exchange echoing loudly.
Hey!
Found!
The larger man briefly pulled away just to pull Tongrak's shirt off. Meanwhile, Tongrak quickly shed his pants and tossed them aside.
Thump!
“Ah, hah...oh, good, so good...”
Just with the big hand lifting his slender white leg to press their lower bodies together without any space between, Tongrak moaned in satisfaction. He liked how his sensitive part was rubbing against the larger one, enjoyed the intense heat that almost seared their skins at the lower abdomen, so much so that he wanted to take the larger part into his mouth.
But today, Mahasamut had other plans.
“Hold it for me.”
Mahasamut took Tongrak's hand and wrapped it around the heat of his own flesh, which the slender figure complied with easily, but he couldn't grasp it with just one hand, so both hands worked together to hold both his wet part and the visibly longer, larger part against each other. His hips moved eagerly to rub, their hot breaths blowing over the broad chest.
His wide eyes sparkled with desire, his pale skin turning a flushed red that spread up to his ears where the hot tongue was licking and then biting hard.
“Ah, you like to bite, huh? Huff, were you a dog in your past life or what?”
At that moment, the larger man used his free hand to grab the neck, pulling the flushed face to look up, so he could bury his face in the bright white neck, licking at the earlier bite mark with thirst, making Tongrak moan in a hoarse voice, unable to help but ask, even though...he was excited to the point of madness.
He liked how Mahasamut treated him like this, to him like this.
It wasn't violently painful, but it thrilled his body into a scream of pleasure.
Thump!!
The listener glanced up quickly, and Tongrak saw no mistake in the smirk at the corner of the mouth, then...
“Oooh.”
One word escaped from the big man, which should have been endearing, but instead, it made Tongrak moan in a thrilling sensation.
Sting...sting...
The giant beast buried his face into the slender chest with just the right amount of muscle, the tip of his tongue lapping at the light-colored nipple that had perked up, before flicking and circling it like it was the most delicious treat.
Mahasamut bit, nibbled, and then soothed with his licking, repeating the cycle until it felt numb, the nipple turning a bright red, the moans becoming incoherent, and the slender hips moving, seeking friction.
Squelch...squelch...
At this point, he wasn't sure whose fluids were making everything so slick.
“Mahasamut, suck. Suck more, oh, it's good.”
Since he had bought him, why hide his own desires?
When Tongrak played with himself, he liked to pinch his nipples hard while simultaneously inserting his fingers behind to stimulate both above and below. Even though it rarely happened without someone to play with, what he could say was he enjoyed how Mahasamut kept sucking on his nipples like he couldn't get enough.
It was numb but incredibly good.
Meanwhile, the big hand caressed the white back, kneading the soft flesh until the fingertips sank into the smooth skin, a sensation that made the large man want to squeeze harder.
“Haah.”
If all he did was think, he wouldn't be Mahasamut, because when he saw the person in his embrace pushing his body forward, the cute hips trying to thrust like an animal in mating season, his beautiful face flushed red, breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his face, he moved his hand that wasn't holding the legs to turn off the water, then returned to firmly massage the round buttocks.
It was enough to make Tongrak moan with a trembling voice.
“Inside...do me inside...”
Just the tip of a finger teasing the soft passage he had played with before made it clench, the person in his embrace pleaded with a trembling voice, his eyes glossy with desire looking up at him until...
“Ohhh.” The hot lips sealed with precision.
The passionate kiss intensified the arousal to its peak. Meanwhile, the cute person in front of him was begging even more.
Thump!!
“Ohhh.”
Mahasamut felt the scream within the cavity of his mouth, as soon as his fingertip teasingly touched the sweet passage, the suction that seemed to invite him in drove the tall figure almost mad, unable to bear it any longer...
Swiftly!
The middle finger went straight into the hilt. As the person in his embrace widened his eyes, squirmed with excitement, his mouth opened, panting close to the other's lips.
Now, Mahasamut wasn't just growling, he had turned to a snarl.
Who made your writer's body so tight, so sensitive like this?
Now, the soft walls were gripping his long finger, the heat tightly enveloping it, sucking eagerly in a way not unlike the person in his arms, until the long finger curled, reaching the spot that made the smaller man in his arms twitch.
“Ah, ah, oh, eek.”
As soon as the lips were free, Tongrak moaned with a trembling voice, eyes tightly shut, welcoming the pleasurable sensation of the fingers moving in and out of him.
Seeing that it was okay, soon a second finger followed.
“You are really something.” The one who was snarling said.
“Why, huff, sexy...aren't I...?”
The sexy one opened his eyes, licking his own lips with fervor, his eyes narrowing, but only for a moment, when the long fingers stimulating inside...spread apart.
“Ah, ah, don't, don't, Mahasamut, ah, ah.”
Crazy, you!
Tense!
It was one of the few times in his life that Mahasamut lost his patience, when the teasing person who was moaning incoherently was tightly squeezing his fingers, forcing him to pull his hand out of the soft passage in one go, turning the pale body to face the wall, his strong knee pushing the slender legs wide apart.
“Put it in!”
While the slender body cried out in urgency because the foreign sensation had disappeared. He didn't like the sudden emptiness.
He liked when Mahasamut spread his fingers, enjoyed the thrilling discomfort, loved the tightness that felt like it might tear him apart, cherished the long fingers reaching where he couldn't, enough to make him beg for them to tease his sensitive passage again.
Whoosh!
“...aaargh”
But who would have thought that as soon as he pleaded, Mahasamut would thrust in three fingers at once, it was both forceful and raw, showing no mercy until the receiver felt choked, his legs trembling and his hands bracing against the wall, breath coming in short gasps as the desire rose to the brink.
“Ah, ah.”
The long fingers pulled out almost entirely, then...slammed back in.
Each thrust hit the sweet spot relentlessly, bringing the receiver nearly to the edge...the sensitive part stiffening and releasing beads of moisture incessantly.
Mahasamut himself could no longer hold back.
He wanted to thrust inside that sweet hole desperately.
“Condom.”
“Huff, huff, in the bag.”
No need for further explanation, they understood each other well, and then...
Bang!
Mahasamut yanked Tongrak's arm back towards the bedroom, pushing the white body down onto the bed, while he himself walked over to the open travel bag.
“Top zipper.” Tongrak called out in a trembling voice.
Tall figure took just a few seconds to find the box of condoms...which came in all sizes, complete.
Mahasamut quickly grabbed his size, but as soon as he turned back...
He felt like he wanted to slap himself.
Who would have thought that the handsome Tongrak would be on all fours on the bed, legs spread wide, hands braced on the soft mattress, exposing his naked body entirely...even the tight passage that was twitching slightly.
“Quick, Mahasamut, come on.” The slender figure urged with a trembling voice, spreading his legs even wider.
Slap!
“You dare to hit...Ahhhh!”
Tongrak almost turned around to curse in shock when suddenly, a large hand slapped his soft buttocks, but before he could finish his sentence, the sting from the slap was nothing compared to the intense heat and pressure that was overwhelming, filling him to the point where his passage felt like it might split.
“Wait!! Wait! You're too big, you...eek.”
The deep penetration caused clear tears to well up in his eyes, his pale hand reached back to grip the strong thigh, intending to stop him, but it only spurred the larger man to push in deeper, making Tongrak clutch the bedsheet, his feet digging into the soft mattress, his heavy breathing echoing throughout the room.
It was so tight.
“Mmmhpf, can you handle it?”
“I don't know, Mahasamut. I don't know…ugh, oh.”
At this point, he didn't know anything anymore. His mind was completely blank.
But when Mahasamut moved...
“!”
A scream erupted from Tongrak's mouth at full volume.
The large size meant initial pain, but it also meant no part went untouched. No part was left unfulfilled, every sensitive spot, every ticklish sensation shot up to his chest with each thrust...deeper...into the deepest part.
“Ah, oh, ohh.”
Thud! Thud!
Now, within the luxurious room, there were only the sounds of moans and low growls from the two men, accompanied by the sound of flesh meeting flesh in a rhythm that was both crude and intense. The temperature was rising to a point where the air conditioning was useless, but why would Mahasamut care when the sight before him was far more captivating?
The sight of the beautiful man's stark white back laid out in front of him, large drops of sweat trickling down, making the hair at the back of his neck wet and slick against his pale skin. The big hand pressed down on his back, forcing him to lay flat on the bed, only his beautiful hips raised high, letting him do as he pleased.
It was so beautiful that Mahasamut bent down to lick the sweat from the nape of his neck as he desired.
Slap!
“Mmm!”
Slap!
“Huh, eek!”
While the slender hips thrust forward with full force, pressing the soft buttocks tightly against his abdomen, feeling the strong twitch of the person beneath him, white hands reached out to grip his thighs tightly, arching his hips up. Meanwhile, one large hand braced against the headboard, while the other hand cupped the now wet and sensitive part, indicating that Tongrak...had gooned.
“Huff, huff.”
The person in his embrace trembled, seemingly losing consciousness for a moment at the peak of pleasure.
Then, with a flushed face, he looked back at him with teary eyes, his gaze still dreamy from the bliss, and Mahasamut, instead of teasing with a “You gooned so easily.” Chose to kiss him soothingly.
It seemed Khun Tongrak himself didn't expect to goon so easily either.
“Ah, mmm.”
The warm lips kissed gently, almost as an apology for the rough treatment, contrasting with the lower body which moved faster, more urgently, trying to catch up with the beautiful man who had gone ahead, and this taught the southern man something.
With his face contorted in ecstasy, the muffled moans, and the body jerking beneath him.
This man liked him to thrust deep inside even after he had gooned.
Holy cow!
The big man's neck muscles tensed, his eyes gleaming with emotion...just this alone was driving him mad, but the angle he discovered made him even more curious.
How to kiss, how to touch, to make this man writhe in his embrace.
The thoughts of the man moving vigorously, his hands shifted to lock Tongrak's shoulders close to him, listening to the sweet moans whispered near his cheek, and then...
Mahasamut felt the tension, his hands gripped tight, his body tensed, and...he released.
The sharp eyes closed to pull himself back from the peak of ecstasy, and then opened, intending to kiss those beautiful lips.
Thump!
“If you're have finished, pull out.”
But before he could act on his will, the writer covered his mouth with his hand, speaking while panting slightly, but with a...cold tone.
“I need to get back to work...If you're done, take that out already.”
Mahasamut felt like he wanted to slap the older man a few times.
Oh...just a moment ago, he was begging for it so desperately, and now, once it's over, he's kicked to the curb without a second thought.
He wanted to tease back a bit, but perhaps because today he had already gotten more than he expected. The tall figure clenched his teeth, slowly withdrew from the other, watching the beautiful face twitch just from the friction.
“As you command.”
What else could he say when his employer gave such an order?
“Do I have to leave right away?”
“Yes, what's the point of hanging around after you're done? You can go now.”
“So, once you're done, you kick people out, huh?” The larger man said with a light-hearted complaint, but it seemed like Tongrak didn't care. As soon as he flopped back onto the bed, the writer wrapped himself in the blanket and said,
“Take the condom and throw it away outside, and lock the door on your way out.”
“No loving embrace to end things?”
“Get out!”
When provoked, Tongrak looked up and said firmly, making the listener chuckle quietly. There was nothing else but to go put on the same sandy clothes from the bathroom, returning with the evidence of their encounter. His sharp eyes looked at the figure curled up in the middle of the bed, but before leaving...
“Should I clean up for you? My fingers are long, you know.”
Thump!
This time, Tongrak threw a pillow, still not lifting his head from under the thick blanket.
“I told you to get out!”
“Okay, okay, see you tomorrow.”
The larger man left the room without any fuss, not forgetting to lock the door properly.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing and locking that the person on the bed lifted his head again, revealing a flushed face, a dazed look in his eyes, and disheveled hair that could only be described as sexy, and then the handsome man...
“Crazy, damn it, how could I give in?”
Once his senses returned, he remembered everything he had said, and importantly...
“It was damn good.”
Yes, this sex was excellent, one of the top three experiences in his life, so good that just moments ago, instead of wanting to go for another round, he nearly suffocated trying to kick the other out.
Thinking about what had happened, he covered his face with his hands.
He thought he had messed up big time.
Meanwhile, the big man stepping out of the room laughed heartily. Sure, he was kicked out of the room, but thinking about the adorable behavior of the other party...who could stay annoyed?
“He kicked me out like a dog.” He laughed as he spoke.
“Hey, Phii Mut, standing here talking to yourself? What's up, huh? Coming out of a guest room too.” A young man in a bar uniform walked up, teasing in a knowing way, making the big man laugh loudly, ruffling the hair of his dear junior playfully.
“Know-it-all.”
“How could I not know...who else would help with the sales, Phii Mut? It's always me...Palm.” The boy said proudly, and Mahasamut grabbed him in a headlock.
“Okay, okay, dear junior, I'll buy you a treat later.”
“Make sure it's for real this time, don't trick me again.”
“You make it sound like I'm a liar.”
Palm made a face as if to say, 'Aren't you?' until the head-rubbing turned into a head-pat for being too smart for his own good.
“Come on, today I'm in a good mood, I'll buy you drinks.”
“Phii, but I haven't finished my shift yet.”
“I'll wait until you're off, are you coming or not?”
“Let's go, Phii...I won't miss out when Phii Mut is footing the bill.”
And so, the young man was distracted by Mahasamut, forgetting about the beloved older brother who had just walked out of the guest room. Yes, this kid...Palm...Mut's dear junior, was the same one who regularly advertised the island's best to the guests.
That's Phii Mut for you.