[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
Chapter 0: Introduction
‘I will go to study in Japan.’
'I know...I know you'll go anyway.'
'And will you stop me?'
'No...I know you've thought this through before telling me.'
That was the conversation from several months ago that came back to the mind of the young half-Thai, half-Japanese man, as he stood on the balcony of his room, his sharp eyes gazing at the numerous buildings and houses built so close together, fitting for one of the cities with the highest cost of living in the world...Tokyo, Japan.
“Phew.”
Mister Chanon exhaled white smoke into the air. While one hand firmly held a cigarette, his sharp eyes still watched the brightly lit city, though his heart felt nothing like it.
“Heh, acting all lonely like this isn't like me at all.”
He shook his head, took another deep drag of smoke, then stubbed out the cigarette end on the ashtray. Yet, he didn't go back inside; both hands remained on the balcony rail, his mind only on the events before he flew back to the country of his other half of heritage. The day he graduated with a bachelor's degree in engineering, the day someone came to congratulate him with a big bouquet and a wide smile, and helped carry his things like Shin once did when the other graduated. That was the day he told Phii Oat he would come to study further.
A place not in Thailand, but six hours away by plane.
That day, how did Phii Oat look? His smile gradually faded, his eyes began to tremble...Even his complexion turned noticeably paler, but the man responded that he understood, though his voice...was filled with fear.
He knew why Phii Oat was afraid; it was the same fear he felt.
Different countries.
Different times.
Different societies.
Different environments.
Everything was different, but what about the heart...would it remain the same?
The worry that gnawed at his heart. No matter how casual he acted...could he ever forget? The incident where his lover cheated on him just because he flew back to visit his grandmother in Japan; a few months was enough to change a person's heart, let alone years.
This might be one of the few times someone like him...was scared.
The world-defiant guy who seemed not to care about anyone was terrified out of his wits that someone in Thailand might meet someone new and say, “Let's break up,” even though his heart was certain it wouldn't happen. Someone like Phii Oat, who was loyal to the point of seeming foolish, stubborn to the point of appearing thoughtless, and monogamous to an irritating degree. There was no way he would do that.
But things aren't always as we think they are, right?
The second cigarette of the day was pulled from the pack, and Shin lit it with his lighter again, watching the red flame flare up before it dwindled to just the tip, then he inhaled expertly, even though back in Thailand, he hardly touched them.
The mixed-race young man once told his close friend he wasn't addicted. He only smokes when stressed, yet he started smoking more when he came to Japan for his master's degree.
Was it the stress of the language? His Japanese was as strong as his Thai.
Was it the stress of studying? No, he got along with his advisor better than anything.
Are you stressed about friends or not having a way out? He goes out in the evening, who knows how many times.
Are you stressed about food or not? He prefers Chinese and Japanese food over Thai food.
So, what would he be stressed about if not...love?
“Damn, if Dear knew, he'd probably worry to death about me, but if Sun knew, he'd laugh until his teeth fell out.” The speaker shook his head slowly, thinking of his two best friends from school, because they always thought he was someone who didn't overthink, just did whatever he wanted without stress in his head. But he's human too, this worldly guy also has times when he's stressed.
One of those times...the honest guy who's been missing for three weeks now!
“I'll just go back to Thailand and get him myself.”
He swore irritably, then grabbed his mobile phone from his pants pocket, made a call to someone in Thailand, only to hear the repeated message...that he couldn't be reached.
“Where the hell are you, Phii Oat?”
At first, when Phii Oat disappeared, Shin was still indifferent, partly because he was sometimes annoyed that Phii Oat would call without worrying about the phone bill, sending messages every time he finished work, or was going to eat with colleagues, or meeting friends...even telling him when he woke up some days.
Like, why tell me! We're in different countries; even if you tell me, I can't join you, Phii.
That's what he thought with slight annoyance, but he never told the other person to stop contacting him. It was Phii Oat's nature, he did what he wanted...just don't expect him to do the same. But then, three weeks ago, the messages started to decrease...At that time, he didn't suspect anything, thinking maybe he was busy with work, but after a week, it wasn't right anymore, though calls were still answered.
A couple of weeks ago, his phone calls started not getting through, making me worry he might have crashed his bike somewhere, or even died in some remote place. So, the mixed-race young man decided to call the other's mother...Even though she seemed surprised that a close junior of her son, who was supposed to be studying abroad, was contacting her, she confirmed that her son was still alive and well.
So...it seems I'm not the only one who can't reach him!
When things started to seem suspicious, what Shin did was call his close friend, Dear, who had graduated and wasn't working, probably staying at home taking care of his child, to ask if he knew anything. Dear went out of his way to check Phii Oat's Facebook, then replied in a somewhat annoyed tone:
‘Phii Oat doesn't use Facebook at all, man. Nothing's updated.’
What could he reply except...
‘Dear, use your brain a bit, will you? I'm in Tokyo, not some signal-dead mountain. Why wouldn't I know that Phii Oat isn't on Facebook?’
Shin asked with a teasing tone, which made the easily offended Dear yell back that he was trying to help. But no luck there, so he thought about calling another friend who was trying to save money to propose, but calling a friend of his girlfriend's friend didn't seem right. He still had enough sense to stop and think first, not wanting to make a big deal out of it...So, in the end, here he was, just sitting and smoking.
“Mmmh.”
Shin sighed, vigorously rubbing his head, because it seemed like cigarettes weren't helping him feel better. He just rubbed out another cigarette, leaned his arms on the balcony, bowed his head, closed his eyes, trying to think. No matter how he thought about it, this situation eerily mirrored the time he broke up with his ex, like a carbon copy.
At first, the contact lessened, then there was no contact at all. Later, he wouldn't meet in person, until I had to ambush him to see for myself that he had someone else. I hope he doesn't have to go back to Thailand to ambush him at his company, because this time, I won't just punch the person Phii Oat is cheating with, but I'll definitely land a punch right in the handsome face of my own boyfriend.
Of course, for someone like Shin-san, if his nose isn't broken or his jaw isn't cracked, don't even call him Shin. At least half of his blood is Japanese, mixed intensely with yakuza blood...even though his cousins insist the family is now in legitimate business.
“But if that's the case, I'll wreck his butt before I bash his face in.”
The handsome young man with blue-black hair sneered. And although now...my hair isn't the fiery red of a war god anymore. But believe me, anyone who looks into my eyes will see that the same bloodthirsty demon is still there, ready to reveal itself if someone back in Thailand decides to go off script.
“Enough, Shin, we're grown-ups now...If there really is someone new he is screwing, he should just call and tell me straight.”
But that's exactly what he feared. Not that the person in Thailand would disappear for a full month and then call to say he has a new lover; he wasn't sure if he could keep his composure then.
What did Dear say again...never make someone like Shin angry.
But right now, I'm damn angry.
The thoughts of the man turning back to his room, because he thought it would be better to use the time to find a way back to Thailand, rather than sitting here stressing in a way unbecoming of someone like Mister Channon.
Someone like Shin deals with things head-on. So, next month...there's Golden Week.
No matter how expensive the ticket, I'm willing to pay for this one.
Although he graduated with a bachelor's degree in engineering from a renowned university in Thailand, he chose to further his studies with an MBA at the master's level in Japan. With his capabilities and language proficiency not inferior to that of native Japanese, the young man was able to pass the entrance exam for Keio University, which only offers courses in Japanese, right from his first attempt. He also received advice about professors from a cousin who was an alumnus there. Therefore, even though the studies were tough, the young man found them easy compared to what was going on in his mind right now.
Today, honestly, he said he didn't understand the lessons at all, damn it!
The thought made him rub his head vigorously as he left the lecture hall, turning down all his friends who invited him for drinks after class. Today, he should have decided when to fly back to Thailand and how much time he would have before needing to return. However, before he could step out of the building, a young man with strangely colored hair that turned blue in the sunlight, who somehow didn't look like he could be a master's student at such a prestigious university, was about to leave.
Ding.
Ah, good timing, just as he was about to go back to hunt him down, he contacted him.
Shin picked up his mobile phone to check, and found that the person who had disappeared for nearly a month had messaged:
“...Are you in class?...”
The reader then replied in the most annoying way possible:
“...If I was in class, would I be replying to you...”
The person back in Thailand went silent for a long while, to the point where he could imagine the annoyance on their face, probably frowning, wanting to call him by his full name. He sighed heavily, thinking that the first thing he should reply with wasn't this, but something else entirely, yet...
“...Am I bothering you...”
The person reading this almost threw his phones away, but he just gripped them tightly. He didn't care at all that girls were eyeing him according to rumors that a Thai guy got accepted this year, because even if an incredibly beautiful girl stood in front of him, Shin would definitely say full-heartedly...“I'm gay.” The society here might be more closed than back home, but he's not afraid to answer according to the truth, since he is, so what? He's not out there with a knife killing anyone...Let them gossip, but right now, he doesn't care about his boyfriend who's asking like he's talking to a boss like this.
Are you sure the first thing you want to say isn't to explain where you've been?
So, what Shin does is...he smirks,
“...Phii, you're interrupting me while I'm flirting with someone here.”
This time, it's dead silent, the other person reads and doesn't reply, making him think he should stop teasing, and call for a serious talk, but before he could...
RRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The phone he left on loud when leaving the room screams loudly, forcing him to answer, and he simply says...
“I will give you three minutes.”
If the explanation isn't satisfactory in three minutes, he might have to go back to clear things up in Thailand. However, the threat seems ineffective, because a deep, angry voice comes through,
[Who are you flirting with?!]
“Two and a half minutes.”
[Shin!...I'm not playing with you, you've only been here a few months, are you telling me you've got someone else?]
The serious tone coming through the line is almost funny, but this time, Shin doesn't argue. He just shakes his head, looking for a spot to sit and talk properly. Meanwhile, his heart starts to feel a bit lighter, because if Phii Oat is still angry about him playing around, it means he probably hasn't thought about ending things. The lips that have been straight for weeks now start to curve into a smile.
“Coincidentally, I couldn't reach my boyfriend...so I thought I was free now.”
[Don't say that, Shin...I don't like it. So, you called to pick a fight?]
The half-Thai young man rolled his eyes before thinking he should stop playing around. He then said plainly,
“Okay...I was joking, but I'll get serious if you don't tell me where you've been disappearing to.”
[...]
The former senior who had now become his boyfriend fell silent again, as if considering whether to tell him or not, while the person on this end waited quietly, until...
Are you free around 10 PM tonight?
Shin looked down at his watch, which showed it was still work hours in Thailand; the other probably wanted to Skype rather than talk on the phone.
“Yes, will you be online according to Thai time or here?”
The question was met with silence from the other end again, making him impatient, annoyed at the delay, but he wasn't like Dear...even if he played silent, he wouldn't fuss over it. But then, the answer he heard made the handsome young man, who was the target of many girls' gazes...freeze.
[Let's meet at Shinjuku Station tonight, okay?]
“Huh!!!”
This time, there was a loud shout, causing passersby to turn and look, but the half-Thai guy didn't care. He thought he heard wrong, but the other end repeated,
[I'm here for work for two months now.]
What! Here! In Japan!!!
A sentence that made someone not easily surprised...widened his eyes in shock.
Chapter 1: A Man Like Khun Arthit
Shinjuku Station is one of the largest train stations in Tokyo, due to the convergence of various train lines here. Therefore, this station averages millions of users per day, serving as a transit point, a transfer hub, a youth center, and a meeting spot.
Today, amidst a bustling station that's always crowded, a young man stands, leaning against the wall by the exit sign above his head. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his suit, his sharp eyes watching the passersby with interest...even though he has traveled to Japan many times before. Whether it was to beg for love from the one he cherished most, for company seminars, and this time...he was sent to observe work.
Former head hazer, Phii Oat to his juniors, had known for a while that there might be a chance to come here for work observation, but because his boss hadn't explicitly mentioned it, he never told anyone about it, even though he had hoped for it, knowing...knowing that his girlfriend would have to return here someday.
Shin always said that his family wanted him to come back to study in Japan, actually since his undergraduate days, but because he refused, due to having a girlfriend who was a junior at the same high school, when he passed the university entrance in Thailand, he chose to study there, despite attempts to dissuade him. However, when it came to his master's degree...Shin really couldn't object anymore.
No, in fact, Oat himself agreed, someone already talented, with a linguistic advantage over other Thais, and with both time and money to facilitate, so if he wanted to further his studies, Oat was in favor of Shin doing so.
However, agreeing doesn't mean he wasn't feeling wistful.
The young man knew, had already anticipated hearing those words, and when his girlfriend told him she was actually coming to study, all prepared, already having an advisor even before taking the entrance exam, his heart just sank. He really didn't know what his expression was like then, perhaps pale, perhaps unable to smile, perhaps it was clear that...he didn't want him to go.
Even though he feels that way, Oat doesn't object. He and Shin are like this...We respect each other's decisions because they're not the type to speak lightly. There are times for joking, but when the other is serious, it means even an icebreaker ship couldn't shatter their resolve.
What can he do, except...be supportive?
Before coming here, Oat knew how much he was attached to his boyfriend, even though, previously, we might only meet once a month because he was working. Shin was also studying, but once he knew the other would have to continue studying abroad for no less than two years, what he did was try to spend as much time together as possible, which Oat thought...the other was doing the same.
We met more often, went out together more frequently, or even stayed over together, but all that couldn't compensate for the many months of not seeing each other in person.
Oat confessed he was scared...almost to death when he saw the pictures the other posted on social media.
Shin was enjoying his studies in Japan. Shin took photos with many classmates, and many were so good-looking that he himself felt uneasy.
His boyfriend is a charismatic man, a man who, no matter what hairstyle he has, speaks well, people listen, he's smart, witty. Plus, he's incredibly good at playing music. There's no way people wouldn't approach him, because even back in Thailand...when we went out together, both men and women would come up to flirt directly, even though they saw him sitting right there.
The former head-hazer was therefore afraid...afraid someone would steal his love away.
A fear he never once spoke aloud, only kept it inside, accumulating, layer upon layer, sedimenting in his heart, terribly afraid that if he spoke out, the other would get annoyed...He's the type who always reports where he goes, what he does, who he's with, to the point where sometimes Shin says it's not necessary to tell. Therefore, Oat truly doesn't dare to say that these two years...don't forget me.
Besides, the young man has seen countless couples; many of his peers have gone to study abroad, made promises to their partners, exchanged rings, said they would get married when they returned, and what happened? How many have broken up? How many have found someone new? How many can truly say that distance is no obstacle to love...Even though he and Shin are only six hours apart, less than the drive to Chiang Mai, but the real distance, it's far...so far it's frightening.
“Pathetic.”
Yes, that's the word he used to describe himself, because even though Oat always said he trusted Shin, he didn't trust the environment Shin was in at all. What he did was try to get an opportunity to come here for work...Let anyone say he's overly ambitious for someone who's only been working for three years. He wanted to come, wanted to be as close as possible.
That was the sole reason he strived since his student days to join this company.
Oat already knew that the Japanese company he worked for offered scholarships for further studies, had programs for employees to come for work experience, and he also knew that the location wouldn't be far from Tokyo. He knew something like this would happen one day, and indeed it did. His efforts in preparing beforehand paid off.
Last time, he came for a seminar, but this time, he really got the chance to come for work experience here.
He wanted to tell Shin first before anyone else, but...he accidentally let it slip to his best friend first.
Saifah, his closest friend both on the racing track and from the same class, the same major, the friend he sees more often than his own boyfriend, the one who heard during a drinking session that he had the chance to go for work experience in Japan, to meet Shin, was ecstatic but then said...
‘Hey, you shouldn't tell him about this. Don't you know you have to make it a surprise?’
'Shin wouldn't want that.'
'Damn, I'm telling you as someone with a girlfriend, anyone would want some romance. Imagine, not being in contact for a week, and then suddenly, you appear right in front of them. Trust me, there'll be a big hug for sure.'
A friend who just got a boyfriend a year ago gave that advice. Meanwhile, he and Shin have been together for over four years, but calling Oat foolish for believing might be right. He just wanted to see the other party...happy.
Shin never shows his happiness outwardly. When he's happy, his eyes sparkle. When he's having fun, he smiles at the corner of his mouth. When he's glad...he himself wants to see it too.
Therefore, Oat decided to try following his friend's advice for once. He forbade his family from telling Shin where he had gone. He didn't tell anyone else that he was coming to see the work, nor did he post any news on Facebook, mostly because the young man was busy preparing to come here, and today, Athit has been in Japan for four days already.
The tall figure himself wanted to contact his boyfriend, wanted to tell him quickly, but because he had to manage both accommodation, work visits, and training from morning till evening every day, before he knew it, time had passed...to Friday evening. And even though his caretaker offered to take him sightseeing, Oat politely declined, giving the straightforward reason that...“I've come to meet my boyfriend.”
Today he contacted to find out that Shin might be flirting with someone else.
That's what made him almost mad with anger at himself, almost dying of frustration at the lightning bolt, not thinking to hide it at all, but at least, the other party agreed to meet him.
Many thoughts swirled in his head, to the point where Oat didn't even realize people were watching.
Ever since he was young, Oat has been a tall, large man, because he liked sports since he was young...even when grown, he preferred sports that risked his life more, with sharp Thai features, deep black eyes, a well-shaped nose, straight lips on a strong face, matching his short-cut hair like a working man. When all this was combined with a dark suit, this man attracted even more attention, to the point where Japanese girls glanced his way several times.
The nickname “handsome senior” never faded away...even after many years.
And that handsome brother was now standing straight up as soon as he saw the very handsome man, the owner of the beautiful hair, quickly walking towards this direction.
“Shin...”
Thud.
“Ack!!!”
The young man was about to smile, but before he could, a heavy fist slammed into his stomach.
The force and intensity made the young man buckle, stifling a cry of pain, leaning forward to the greeter who was now supporting his body, acting as if nothing had happened just moments before. Shin still wore a wicked smile.
“Does seeing my face make you drunk, Phii Oat?”
“Shin!”
This time, he could only force out the name, almost speechless from the pain, only managing to turn and look at the face of the one holding him up, meeting a pair of intense eyes.
“Surprised to your heart's content?”
Thud.
The punched man froze, unable to speak, looking at the person who pushed his shoulder to lean against the wall, once again, their eyes locking this time. Then, the mixed-race young man spoke in a flat tone,
“I thought you died in a car crash somewhere.”
“Shin...I...”
“I haven't been able to contact you for two or three weeks. Did you think I'd be excited, happy, and rush to hug you like some naive girl? Or did you forget that I'm not Dear, and I'm here in Japan, how many hours away from Thailand? Did you think about how I felt not being able to reach you? Did you think I'd just sit back, laugh, be glad there's no boyfriend calling me, and then go flirt with others calmly? You underestimate my feelings too much, and...” Shin spoke with eyes that showed no joy at all, then pushed the shoulder against the wall behind.
“Shin...I never thought of you as Dear.”
True. He had once liked the other's best friend, but those feelings are gone now. There was only the feeling for this person, and that made the listener sigh deeply.
“Do you know what I thought first when I couldn't contact you all this time?”
“...”
“I thought you might have had an accident and were in the hospital, or worse, that you had died and no one contacted me to tell me.”
The listener fell silent, looking at their beloved with a stern voice.
“When I called your mom and found out you were fine...I started thinking maybe you wanted to break up with me, or if you had someone else...”
“Shin...I only have you!”
Suddenly, Athit interjected, causing the other to pause, close his eyes, and then say just...
“I'm so damn angry at you.”
“Shin...”
“Stop just calling my name, let's go...I don't want to kick someone in the middle of the station.”
Although his handsome face still looked upset, Shin spoke calmly before leading the way to the ticket gate again, with Oat hurriedly following, his hand still clutching his slightly aching stomach, knowing the other was holding back. Otherwise, no matter how much bigger he was, he could still end up on the floor.
In the end, the one who came to surprise him ended up hitting the jackpot himself.
From the Shinjuku Station until they reached the station near Shin's home, Oat didn't say a word. Not because he was angry about coming all this way only to face this kind of violence, but he was reflecting on his actions, realizing how much discomfort he had caused his boyfriend.
And the realization left him speechless.
He shouldn't have trusted Saifah at all. He should have considered his own perspective if he couldn't contact Shin for three weeks. How would he feel...it would be beyond worry, almost to the point of madness.
“You weren't at Ginza, were you?”
Seeing Shin walking ahead from the station towards a less crowded community area, the former head guard asked casually, as if it was an easy topic for the person leading the way:
“That's my cousin's room. If I was only staying for a few days, it's bearable, but if you have to live there for a year...I wouldn't take it. I don't want any trouble, so I'd rather find my own place.” The angry person responded directly, but it didn't reassure the questioner, because an answer doesn't mean the anger has subsided.
Crack
As Shin entered the door code and stepped inside,
Slam
“Shin...I'm sorry.”
Oat quickly followed, pulling the other's shoulder to make him turn around. Ignoring the door that closed on its own and the lights that flickered on instantly as someone stood there, at this moment, only two pairs of eyes met in silence, with an apology hoping to quell the anger.
“I didn't mean to hide it from you...”
“Hmm.”
The other raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Are you sure?” causing the speaker to fall silent.
“I intended to surprise you.”...Eventually, the truth slipped out, making the listener smirk coldly.
“Was it a surprise, Phii? Was it shocking?”
“...”
“Ohhh, come on! If you have something to say, say it. I'm listening.”
Seeing the sharp face unable to speak, the mixed-race young man sighed, nodding once to indicate he would listen, but whether he could accept it after hearing was another matter.
“The truth is, the company sent me here to observe work for two months.”
“When did you find out?”
“A while ago.”
“But you didn't think to tell me?”
The observer shook his head slowly, then spoke with a serious tone.
“I didn't mean to hide it from you, Shin...hear me out.” Seeing that the room's owner was about to interject, Oat spoke with a firm voice, then continued in a serious tone, no different from every other time.
“I was just thinking foolish things, Shin...I just thought I wanted to surprise you, wanted to impress you by following you here, like the time I followed you to Japan. But I was stupid not to consider how much you would worry about me...I'm sorry, please forgive me.”
A straightforward man, confessing directly, with such an honest tone that anyone could tell this was not a lie or an excuse. However, Oat still didn't mention that this was his friend's idea, since he decided to do it himself, he had to take responsibility himself. The idea of shifting blame didn't exist in any part of this man's mind.
The honest man whose gaze made Shin stare into his eyes, finding only a pleading look...
So, the half-Asian young man asked,
“Do you know what would make me the happiest?”
The listener shook his head.
“That I get to be happy at the same moment as you, when we know we're going to meet.”
Words that left Oat speechless, because it simply meant the moments we share our feelings with each other.
If on the day he found out, he had told Shin...we would be happy together, prepare together, and count down the days until we meet again. Not him feeling alone, then dumping everything in front of Shin, forcing Shin to feel happy. Was this what the other was trying to say?
“I...am sorry.”
The speaker bowed his head, realizing now that this idea was wrong from the start.
A gesture of acknowledgment of fault that the room's owner just shook his head at, before...
Hug
“But I didn't say I'm not happy to see you standing here.”
A strong embrace wrapped around Oat's shoulders, as he was pulled to lean against the shoulder of his former junior who had become his lover.
“I'm angry you didn't tell me, but I'm glad you're safe.”
A feeling of overwhelming emotion spread throughout my heart. I never expected to hear such words from someone so playful, until my hands, which were hanging limply by my sides, rose to tightly embrace the other person, pressing close, and then I whispered...
“I miss you, Shin, I miss you so much I could die.”
Words that made our embrace even tighter, and then the speaker...planted a kiss on the nape of the neck.
An action that made the mixed-race man chuckle softly. He didn't stop. He didn't complain, but that didn't mean...he was no longer angry.
Revenge could wait; he was curious to see what Phii Oat would do next.
The thoughts of the person allowing the former head wack to kiss all over his neck, even tilting his head to give more access, his body heating up from the longing because Shin himself wasn't without desire. This might be the first time in five or six years that Shin hadn't been with anyone for over four months.
Meanwhile, Oat knew he shouldn't be doing this while things were still unresolved, and he had once criticized those who prioritized such matters over everything else like Shin, but standing here, in front of the one he loved, in front of the body he yearned for, the faint scent of perfume acting like a drug, awakening a prime sex appeal that tempted him to lose control.
He wanted to hug Shin, to kiss him all over, to caress, to penetrate inside. He wanted...to possess.
Months without touch seemed to awaken his wild animal instincts.
Now, his large hand slipped under the undershirt, stroking the firm abdominal muscles, feeling the warm skin. While his warm lips showered kisses on the neck, nibbling as if he couldn't hold back, aware that the other was now running his hands through his hair, messing it up, and the other hand...sliding down to fondle the bulge in Oat's pants.
An action to which the former head wack didn't object. He simply turned his face until their eyes met once again, asking in a hoarse voice,
“Can I...kiss you?”
Intense emotions were overwhelming him, but Oat still managed to ask, looking at the strikingly handsome face in front of him, which Shin...opened his mouth.
Swipe.
“Ah...uh...um...”
At that moment, it was as if his brain had stopped working, leaving only his body and feelings, which instructed him to press firmly against those mischievous lips. Similarly, the other party reciprocated the kiss expertly, until moments later, the sound of kissing echoed throughout the large bedroom, both of their hands caressing each other's bodies.
“Mmmmm.”
Their lips still pressed together, the tips of their tongues entwined until they were one, even extending outside their mouths when Oat pulled back slightly to remove his suit jacket. In that brief moment, no one wanted to stop kissing, their tongues tangling outside their mouths, letting clear saliva flow messily without care, and then they pressed together once more, now only in their undershirts.
“Ah...uh...”
The hot kiss continued without any sign of stopping, until Oat tugged at the hem of the mixed-race young man's shirt. Only then did their lips reluctantly part.
Swipe.
Shin removed his shirt over his head carelessly, but in that brief moment when both hands were raised, it was an opportunity for Oat to dive in and nibble at the light-colored nipple.
“Heh...ah...Do you like my nipples?”
“I love them.”
Their conversation was just that, as Shin leaned against the wall behind him, slightly tilting his face up, watching the person who was now licking his nipple, while the other hand was undoing his belt, until Shin had to reach out to stroke the hard bulge in the other's pants.
Kiss-Kiss
“Ah...that feels good...”
As Shin massaged, Oat sucked with full force, making the mixed-race young man moan in a low voice, feeling the thrill and desire coursing through his body. The hand that was massaging then moved to unbutton the other's slacks, leaving them both in just their boxers and Phii Oat's tank top.
Swipe.
Oat glanced up, and that was the signal for their lips to meet again. But this time, it wasn't just hands that were caressing each other, because...
“Go for it, now.”
“You too.”
The heated members of both were pushing against each other, prominent over their boxers, which they were now rubbing together, eliciting low moans from both.
Hmp.
Shin grabbed it with both hands...even though his face was starting to glisten with sweat, he still managed to raise his eyebrows playfully, then he grasped them together, and then...
“Shin!...Ugh...”
“Haha...ha...does that feel good, Phii?”
“It does...ugh...”
The mixed-race young man thrust his hips towards the gripping hands, causing them to clash heavily, through the fabric, and this made Athit push his hand against the wall behind, panting with a trembling voice...both of their large members were pushing until it was evident that the tips of the fabric were wet with their desire.
“Obstructive.”
Hmmp.
Suddenly, the quiet man spoke in a deep voice and then proceeded to yank off his lover's boxers, followed by his own, until their lower bodies were bare except for their hardened weapons, now rubbing against each other without any barrier. The low moans echoed throughout the room, hips thrusting forward until clear fluid mixed together.
Then, Oat uttered words that left the listener stunned:
“I want to fuck you.”
For someone like Phii Oat to speak so directly with such words was even rarer than Dear being aggressively wanting to fuck his lover, Phii Porsche.
His words clearly indicated...he couldn't hold back anymore.
Given how explicit he was, the person who usually didn't care much about his status laughed inwardly, observing the tense expression of the man who seemed desperate to thrust into him fully but had to restrain himself to the point of stress. And then there was that hot, rock-hard part, making Shin realize...he couldn't hold back either.
Swipe.
“Go for it.”
The thoughts of the person who turned his back, one hand moving to spread his buttocks, gave a wink, and then...
“Ugh, playing like this, huh?!!!”
Shin growled, when at that moment, the senior knelt down. Without hesitation, even though this part hadn't been cleaned, Oat spread both cheeks apart and used the tip of his tongue there, without feeling disgust, igniting a rush of desire through the body. Both hands moved to brace against the wall, accepting the wet, soft pressure that was becoming more intense.
Slurp...Suck...
“Ugh...damn, that's intense...”
While Oat pushed his tongue deeper, using his saliva as lubricant, feeling the tightness inside, his mind raced with excitement because it meant Shin hadn't used this part either. And the more he thought about it...the lower part of his body ached painfully, almost mad with the desire to enter his lover's body.
Fssst.
“Ugh.”
It was enough to moisten the fingertips to slip into the tightness, feeling the squeezing, the constriction that nearly drove him mad. And Oat didn't hesitate at all to thrust inside, flick his fingertips, and probe heavily, feeling the jerking of the person standing, accompanied by heavy breathing.
“Phii Oat!...Enough already...just put it in...”
The crude words were enough to make the large man stand up, pressing his hot flesh against the crevice, rubbing gently, but making Shin growl.
“Phii Oat, don't tease...Ugh! Damn it, Phii Oat.”
Suddenly, the fiery rod was inserted quickly, causing Shin to flinch all over, followed by a long string of curses, but it was too late. Because the heat was slowly penetrating inside, slipping in until the sound of panting replaced words, sweat dripping until the body was soaked, the heart beating fast, and...
“Shin...”
The deep voice spoke in a pleading tone, making the one receiving the plowing to turn back, accepting a kiss on the lips, as the hot rod swerving inside his moist warmth began to move slowly.
Now, their lower bodies were tightly joined, making Shin hiss in his throat when it went so deep it felt constricting in his stomach. Yet, the mixed-race young man said nothing, instead, he moved his hips, accepting, squeezing the large presence inside, eliciting a trembling moan from Phii Oat that resonated through every nerve.
“I'm...getting serious...now...”
Phii Oat announced, and the listener wanted to retort, but...it was too late.
“Phii Oat!...Ah...damn it!...” Because Oat grabbed onto the hips, then thrust so hard that it shook the man who was looking head, turning curses into cries of pleasure. Moreover, his large hand reached around to the front, grasping Shin's own heated part, holding it firmly as he intensified his movements.
“Phii...ugh...ah...why have you been holding back from...gasp...damn it...that's intense!”
“You...ah...it's you...I only have you!”
Thump, thump, thump.
Oat responded sharply. While lifting one of Shin's legs higher, he thrust until he was fully inside, making the recipient moan deeply as it went deepest, and their lips met in a fiery kiss. Meanwhile, the formidable weapon continued to pound relentlessly, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing loudly, buzzing in their heads, but they didn't stop.
“My knees.”
Maybe because it had been a while, facing such intensity. Shin, well, his knees gave out completely, his body collapsing to kneel on the floor, and that made Oat follow suit, dropping down to kneel as well, and the hot rod plunged in again, their bodies slamming together with fierce sounds, his hands moving up to clutch at the broad chest of his lover, squeezing the nipples hard, causing Shin to moan with a shiver.
“Better...go deeper...all the way...hah...” Shin whispered, feeling that the person he hadn't met in a while had made him so weak in the legs, he could only stroke himself. Meanwhile, his other hand clawed at the flesh on the wide shoulder, moving his body to the intense rhythm. He didn't care how scraped his knees got; he only knew...he was about to cum.
The words made the one thrusting harder, sweat dripping down in response to the deep voice.
“Because I've been thinking only of you!”
The desire from just one person, and that made Shin laugh in a low, hoarse voice.
“Phii...ugh...harder...I'm close...”
“Me too...”
Thump, thump, thump.
The two young men moved even closer together, the sound of their heated movements filling the room with a wet, intense rhythm, accelerating their passionate emotions towards a climax. Their lips met once again, hands stroking the fiery flesh so intensely they could barely breathe. Then, Shin's body shuddered...
“Ah...ha...ha...hack...hack...”
Swiftly, while Oat closed his eyes tightly, panting heavily, thrusting several more times with force. And in the final moment:
Thud.
A cloudy white liquid spurted out, splattering across Shin's back and waist as Oat pulled away at the last second amidst their heavy, excited breathing, more thrilling than any extreme sport or lifestyle.
Smack.
“Mmmmmm.”
Then, Shin was pulled by the shoulder by the person behind to turn and receive a precisely placed kiss, responding with equal intensity, feeling the heat against his back and the hands wrapping around his waist, along with the sticky, slick residue that smeared everywhere, yet they paid it no mind.
Oat pulled back, looking at the strikingly handsome, sweat-beaded face with affection, and leaned in to whisper softly,
“Love...missed you...”
Two simple words, yet they conveyed more than any explanation could. Shin then pulled the other's head to rest against him.
“Mhm...I know now. Phii Oat...I know.”
What some might simply call sex, for them, it was a clear expression of feelings from this usually reserved man, all his longing focused solely on Shin.
Today, I will give in to you.