[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
Chapter 1: Sipakorn would like to tell, the story of the past that buried his heart
Nan Province, Thailand
The tall figure of Sipakorn stood still in front of the familiar wooden door. His legs were stiff under his jeans as he gazed at the familiar sight, the image that came to mind when he stepped here for the first time.
7 years ago
The tall and gangly boy stood holding bags, looking at the door in front of him with his mother starting to place the groceries in his hands.
“Is this the place, Mom?” Sipakorn swept his gaze, taking in the vastness and richness of the house. He saw a beautiful wooden house standing prominently amidst a myriad of plant species.
“Yes... Aunt-Kluea sent us here to work.”
“Yes...”
“This is the house of lords. Their ancestry is dignified. Do you know how to behave?”
“Mom, you have told me countless times. The lord family has been generous to let us stay. We must follow his orders. We must repay every kindness and not do anything to make the lords uncomfortable.” Sipakorn repeated the words before stepping aside as a large car drove straight in.
The car stopped... like the stopping heartbeat of Sipakorn. As the brown-eyed gaze peered through, when the clear glass was opened, he felt... pierced. The composed faces and indifferent eyes of the couple on the other side made Sipakorn's body sharp!
“Sairoikaew... and Sipakorn, right? I am lord Mokfa and this is my child, NanKlao. Kluea, told us that you would arrive today... come in and rest inside to cool off. We have prepared a room for you.” Lord Mokfa stretched out his face slightly. As he met the gaze of the mother and son in front of him, lord Mokfa was suddenly caught in an instant...
The person as a father full of kindness and gentleness was different from the person as a son with just a downward gaze.
“I must thank Khun lord for his kindness to us.” Sairoikaew sat on her knees, about to pull her son's arm to kneel next to her. The person standing still was even more stiff, feeling the urgency to kneel as the pull increased.
“Don't need to make a big fuss, we're not that formal.” The older lord’s thick hand gently touched down on Sairokaew’s arm, pausing as the loud and clear voice from the car grabbed lord Mokfa's attention completely.
“Can we go home together, dad? It's hot out here.”
“You are spoiled, NanKlao.” Lord Mokfa nodded his head, acknowledging his son's rebellious attitude before turning back to sit in the car as usual. And with just a few saddened looks at the large car, both lord figures disappeared from sight, leaving only the sound of the daring person who dared to challenge Sipakorn's sanity.
“NanKlao...lord Nan...”
…
“Khun Sip!!...Is that you Khun Sip? You have grown up and are handsome until I barely recognize you.”
“Yes, where is mother?” Sipakorn smiled slightly, his servant's demeanor changing from being called 'Sip' to Khun Sipakorn.
“She is with Lord Mokfa, Khun Sip, hurry up...I'll have someone take these bags to your room.” she urged.
“No need, ma'am. I'll take these bags myself, it'll be better.”
“Lord Mokfa and Khun Sairoikaew have been waiting for you Khun Sip since this morning...don't waste time with luggage.” she advised.
“...In that case, thanks for taking care of this.”
Sipakorn smiled slightly before taking a step. He walked in the familiar atmosphere, each step filled with memories he and another person shared...like the staircase leading up to the house where he first spoke with lord Nan, the first sentence lord Nan uttered...it still lingered in his heart.
…
7 years ago
“Sipakorn, right? Come here for a moment.” a petite figure sitting on the stairs called out to the larger figure, when he saw the other party about to walk away. Why hide from their gaze and why hesitation in responding, the voice was shaky...
“J-...lord Nan...is there something you need?”
“Do you know how to tie shoelaces, can you do it for me?” [1] Thai use names for pronouns and tend to speak in second person terms so I need to configure the sentences so that they make sense
“...Yes, let me...just let me...Sip...uh, me...”
“Not sure if you need to replace your pronouns with me for anything?”
“Yes.”
“You can just call me 'you' if you like.” Nan pressed a smirk. In truth, whether he needed to replace himself or not, it didn't matter, lord Nan just wanted to tease the person hiding in front of him.
“It's difficult...?”
“Then just call me 'you' and that's it.”
“It's okay, if you can’t tie your own shoelaces. I'll do it for you myself.”
“Come here, because I am too lazy to walk over there.” Nan huffed and put his arm around Sipakorn, using his smooth eyes to command Sipakorn to walk over to him. As Sipakorn approached, he saw the tall figure of the other person slouching down to sit, before slender fingers gently touched the foot and skillfully tied the messy shoelaces into a neat and orderly arrangement.
“Your hands, Sip...” Nan nuzzled closer to his knee. His gaze still fixed on the slender fingers in front of him.
“Lord Nan's hands are prettier than mine.” Sipakorn blushed and looked away when his eyes accidentally met.
“So... did you know that father would allow you to study in the same school as me?”
“I just found out.” Sipakorn replied to lord Nan's soft voice, as his nasal nerves sucked in the intoxicating scent of scented talcum powder until he felt dizzy.
“If that's the case... Could you tie my shoelaces every day? I hate tying shoelaces and no one can do it as neatly as you, Sip.”
“Sure... if so ordered I will do everything that you want. Just tying shoelaces, it's not heavy.”
“Everything?...”
“Yes... Everything.”
…
“I can do a handshake like the westerners. Captain Sip.” Lord Mokfa greeted the person in front of him with a friendly gesture, as lord Mokfa's good mood matched Sairoikaew's kind mood about meeting her son.
“That handshake was good enough. After living abroad for so long, my hands have become stiff like wood.” Sipakorn smiled briefly before his tall body lunged forward to hug the woman sitting next to lord Mokfa tightly.
“I'm getting old. Hugging so tight like this would break my bones. What will you do?”
“I miss hugging mom talking on the phone; it's not the same as now...”
“Miss me? Then stay for a long time and not only two days. Whose son are you and who is this mother you are really in love with?”
“Don't be upset, Sairoikaew. Sip is back in Thailand for good this time. Maybe he will fly to Canada to see the airplane repair workshop once in a while.”
“If he quit flying and opened his own repair shop. It's good. I will be at ease. Looks like he might become a special lecturer at the university. Is that true?”
“It's true, lord Mokfa. There's a professor contacting me. I can't refuse.”
“Good then... But with such a busy job, who will you save money for?” Lord Mokfa turned to glance at Sairoikaew before patiently waiting for a response from the person in front of him.
“No, I'm fine being alone.”
“Well then, that's good... because me and Lord Mokfa want you to marry Young lady Bua.”
“Huh? What are you talking about, marriage?” The beautiful and elegant eyes looked at Sairoikaew and Sipakorn seemed confused. He didn't understand why it had to be him... forced marriage? Or what?
“Sip, you may think that me and Sairoikaew are forcing you into marriage like that... the truth is, Bua is my friend's child. We used to talk about if we had children, one boy and one girl, we would have them paired up to maintain our relationship, as friends.”
“But I am low ranked. I have no noble blood... and I am not the child of a noble, lord Mokfa.”
“Even though you're not of noble blood, being the child of Sairoikaew makes you my child... but hold on. I understand that it's a new era. Such a situation should not happen, because when I spoke to NanKlao the other day, our talk almost caused a rift in our relationship. I might have to find a way to reject...” Lord Mokfa's face looked grave as he let out a sigh and turned to Sairoikaew.
“Sipakorn... What did I use to tell you?” Sairoikaew placed her hand on her son's shoulder. Her voice and eyes were pressing, causing her son drooping faces to have to close his eyes and exhale... it was time to repay the kindness.
“May I get to know her better first, Lady Bua... if our personalities match, then we can discuss marriage later.” Sipakorn evaded. He didn't completely close himself off, but he also didn't fully open up.
“A smart answer... reasoning over emotions makes me all feel at ease about Bua, and about NanKlao, who I want Sip to help take care of.”
“... there's a reason, not just emotions.” Sipakorn reflected on those words, trying to reason and not rely on emotions, because at one point he had messed up without thinking.
The sound of conversation about family matters continued, but Sipakorn paid no attention. He was trapped in deep thoughts, overwhelmed by the pain and regret of his own feelings…
‘Lord Nan, I am sorry.’
Chapter 2. The story that Sipakorn refused to tell.
Bangkok, Thailand.
Tall figure in a student suit, Young lord Nan stood sipping from a water bottle while waiting for the elevator to descend. Nan carried a large canvas bag with ease, looking simple but exuding a power that caught the attention of those who saw him, because his handsome face was alluring and difficult to describe.
Before shifting his body in discomfort, Nan adjusted the chain bracelet on his wrist as he was trying to alleviate the boredom in his life by listening to music.
Ting!
The silver elevator exuded a luxurious and elegant aura with its bright lights and loud noise, catching the attention of Nan. Nan hesitated, almost stepping inside the elevator out of habit, but stopped when he saw that it was empty as usual. Today, an unfamiliar passenger boarded the elevator with him...
“Lord Nan...”
“Sip... Sipakorn...”
Nan's wide shoulder bag fell to the floor, making a loud noise but not gaining any attention, as his sharp eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. Nan's face was tense, his legs stiff, and everything about him exuded a sense of unease.
His light brown hair was neatly cut and in place, swaying slightly with each movement. His sharp eyes, a light brown color, were piercing and focused, his nose prominent and pointed, and the thin lips near his chin seemed to be whispering something...
“Just thought you had left for the university.”
“I'm on my way.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Let me get out of the elevator before I waste any more time.” Nan picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, no longer paying attention to Sipakorn. Nan seemed oblivious, although internally he was almost cursing out loud.
“I'm glad to see that you are okay.” Sipakorn slowly limped away, not to stall time but because his legs were weak.
He thought Nan had left... He didn't think he would have to face him, though he had planned to live quietly in his own house.
“But I am not so happy to see that someone like you is still alive and well. Coward! Traitor!” Nan pushed the larger person out of the way and entered the elevator, and soon the front view disappeared.
The elevator door closed with Nan's fierce, closed eyes following suit... Nan wanted to get away, and the person beside him this time could not escape the fact that they were the one who was ordered by Lord Mokfa to stay here.
“I also wonder why father; you allowed your child to move here... It's because of that.” Without a greeting, a cruel voice passed through with a rigid hand.
‘Call him Sip, NanKlao, do I have to remind him that he is older than you.’
‘I refuse, and I will not stay here either.’
‘So there's no need for you to study...just come back home.’
‘Dad!’
‘Getting drunk, only acting selfishly. Being close to Sipakorn is good...whatever you are doing if Sip warns you off you have to listen.”
‘Sipakorn is not as good as everyone thinks...he's a stubborn person.’
‘NanKlao! Watch your words, I told Sip to keep an eye on our behavior. If something bad reaches his ears, I will make you come back to Nan immediately.’
“Huh...dad your threats should be saved to use on Sipakorn; your new darling... dad, you know it won't work on me, don't threaten me or I will not answer any of your calls. Just like this...bye!”
Young lord Nan didn't wait to hear lord Mokfa's sharp words. He hung up the call and waited patiently for the lift to open again before walking into the luxurious black car.
Nan scattered everything on the seat beside him, inserted the key but didn't start the car yet. Everything around him seemed to freeze at that moment when lord was thinking...thinking about the painful events of the past.
7 years ago
The small figure of Young lord Nan lay down on the wide bed. Nan buried his face in the soft Thai-scented pillow after sobbing until it was soaked...before the slamming of the door, when Sipakorn walked in and closed it.
“Lord...”
“Get out, I told you to get out!” The heavy pillow was pushed off to hit the person standing still, keeping it there...Sipakorn was approaching the fire, knowing it was dangerously hot but he still intended to touch it.
The hand placed lightly on Nan's foot made Sipakorn feel relieved but he didn't expect to hear the unbearable words that followed.
“You came along well with your mother, right...if your mother marries my dad, you will be on the same level as me.”
“I swear, I never thought of comparing myself to you...for me, you are innocent. Nan you are still a lord, and is my Nan...”
“Don't act like your mother...saying sweet words to get what you want. In the end, just putting on an act for my dad!”
Putting on an act...
“Retract your words, NanKlao. I do not have the patience to sit and listen to you insult my mother to that extent.” Sipakorn waited while squeezing Nan's calf in his hand. He squeezed it tightly with emotion and lord Nan must have felt the pain as he tried to pull his thick hand away before standing up to face each other. Nan's face looked surprised but not more than the hostility shown in his emotions.
“What did you call me...”
“NanKlao, and if you don't retract the words about my mother, I will call you something worse than this.”
“What are you going to do with me...”
“Watch your language...” Sipakorn sneered, using his tall and imposing figure to press the other party. He was just intimidated and threatened, hoping to teach the person in front of him a lesson...but Nan refused to back down!
“Your mother is just a whore.”
“Whore?”
Sipakorn flicked his tongue playfully in his mouth. It was a moment of unconsciousness and Nan should have been cautious.
“Do you know that word well...to dare to use it to insult others?”
“What are you going to do with me.” Nan shouted loudly as his body was pushed down and rolled onto the bed. Nan struggled to escape, but when Sipakorn's large hand pressed his face against the bed, he couldn't move.
“I'll make you understand the taste of being a whore...next time you want to insult anyone, you'll remember that you are one yourself.”
“Animal!”
“You may call me that, Nan...but you will also have to understand the lowly nature of animals like me. I wonder if you will dare to continue insulting others after this.”
Sipakorn was like a predator lashing out. He ignored Nan's cries and still used his large forearm to press down on him to silence the complaints. Sipakorn easily controlled the young lord's body, as his weight was almost double that of the other party.
His free hand pulled down Nan's shorts before dripping saliva onto his palm. Sipakorn pointed all his fingers, then quickly stabbed them into Nan’s body.
“Ouch...let go of me!” The helpless body convulsed and shivered in pain. The pain was one thing, but above all, the young lord Nan never thought that someone like Sipakorn would dare to take action.
The hand that once caressed and comforted, the hand that once grabbed tightly when he was in danger, was now bringing him pain and discomfort. That hand was now poking through the entrance, delivering pain and suffering.
Sipakorn pulled his fingers out of the painful spot, his breath caught in his throat, but he didn't stop when he took his flash in his hand...and he pushed it into the bright pink hole in front of him!
“Ouch...oh...oh...ouch...it hurts!!”
A small, agonized voice escaped the broad bed, accompanied by trembling limbs as lord Nan's legs shook under the weight of the approaching person.
Sipakorn did not intend to let Nan go free, as his body still grasped and squeezed his flash deeper down tightly. It was only when every muscle of Sipakorn's body twitched and tensed, ready to spray murky fluid everywhere.
“I'm a noble lord that has to become like this and then stain your filthy hands...” Nan choked out his words as tears rolled down his face, and he stubbornly stood up to face him.
After Sipakorn withdrew from Nan’s body for a moment, he said, “I intend to make you suffer... and when you suffer, you will remember that someone like Sipakorn will not allow someone like lord Nan to be the same as before.”
With forceful fingers, Sipakorn pressed and pinched lord Nan's cheek until he collapsed. He looked down with a smug smile on his face, causing lord Nan to endure the pain, as he watched Sipakorn walk away from his sight.
“..I wasted my trust on you... I regret letting you become an important person to me, Sip.” Nan's lips trembled lightly as tears of clear drops streamed down his soft cheeks, crying as if his heart were about to break. It was no different from the past, even for a moment...
He spent almost seven years trying to forget that wicked incident, but seeing Sipakorn made him collapse... not because of seeing his face, but because Sipakorn still haunted him in every attempt he made to love someone else. He couldn't do it, and it was all because of Sipakorn!
Chapter 3: If lord had a problem, he would wear a student uniform to seek Sip
7 years ago.
“Lord Nan refused to eat or drink, mother... What else can I do for him.” Sipakorn looked at the tray full of food, asking Sairoikaew, the one who brought it in, while his mind still pondered over the events of a few days ago. Since the day he scolded lord Nan, he had not seen even a glimpse of the person he had punished.
“Lord Nan isn't awake yet. I'm afraid it's too cold, so I brought it down earlier.”
“Not awake? This stubborn guy...”
“Lord Nan isn't feeling well at all. He's been lying numb for days. I went in and checked him but wherever I touched him, he'll cry in pain. I don't know what happened to him.”
Sipakorn clenched his lips until they were almost straight, his chest tightened when he knew the reason why lord Nan had to be like that.
“Everyone in the house knows that lord Nan is seriously ill...Sip, you are the one closer to Lord Nana, why did you know why Lord Nan is sick?” Sairoikaew glanced at the son’s face with drooping eyes... but it disappeared when the tall figure of Sipakorn stood up.
“I was busy packing...and I will be leaving the day after tomorrow.”
“Where are you going?”
“To find lord Nan.”
With his brown eyes focused, Sipakorn carefully looked at the figure lying on the bed, curled up with his face buried in his hands. Young lord Nan's handsome face appeared worn out, showing the traces of pain. Sipakorn hesitantly approached and gently touched with his fingertips.
Warm. That's what Sipakorn could feel. He felt guilty for causing Nan pain, and for tarnishing the pure image of innocence that lord Nan always maintained in front of others, even though he may never receive forgiveness.
Sipakorn looked around the room once more before picking up a piece of paper and a pen to write a note, which he then placed in Nan's hand as he slept soundly.
I am sorry.
I want to apologize for everything, if you; lord Nan still sees the good in me. Meet me under the frangipani tree tonight before I leave for Canada.
Yours sincerely,
Sipakorn
…
With a bitter taste lingering on his lips, lord Nan grabbed the bottle of water that was on the table and took a sip, his face now flushed. There was an urge in Nan to release something, but he couldn't, not to anyone, not even to himself.
“Sipakorn...” Nan gritted his teeth, threw the expensive glass bottle forcefully to the ground until it shattered. Sparkling drops of water splashed onto his shirt, spreading a musty smell around.
“So boring...” Nan's voice echoed in a rhythm that was oddly soothing...His life seemed cursed, blessed with material wealth but never truly tasting the essence of happiness. Who was to blame for everything? The answer in Nan's heart was Sipakorn!!
Standing tall in his student outfit, Young lord Nan's figure rose as he stood up. He was about to confront the person who had just returned from Canada, leaving behind deep wounds and scars that were kept hidden in his heart. And now, Sipakorn was not far away, just in the adjacent room!
“Sipakorn, open the door! We need to talk!”
The tall figure of Sipakorn jumped when the loud creaking of the door accompanied by the sound of footsteps and rustling entered his room. Sipakorn quickly jumped up to open the door, fearing that the creaking sound would break. His fingers hesitated at the doorknob as he hesitated, knowing that someone was on the other side.
“What is it, lord Nan?”
“We have something to discuss.”
“Discuss with me?”
“Yes.”
Sipakorn wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of alcohol from Nan's body as he entered the room before proceeding to collapse onto the wide bed-shaped sofa located in the middle of the room. Sipakorn closed the door behind him and stood facing away, not daring to make eye contact, creating a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere in the bedroom.
He heard Nan take a deep breath. The sound of Nan getting up, walking, and opening doors echoed through the room.
“Wait a minute. Lord Nan, why are you going in the bedroom?”
Sipakorn took a long step towards Nan's figure entering the bedroom, not holding onto his handsome face but looking at his own head lying on the black hardcover book... Sipakorn prayed that Nan would not see it.
“Apart from you, is there anyone here?”
“No, I'm alone.” Sipakorn secretly took a breath as Young lord Nan sat down at the end of the bed and paid no attention. It was... enough that Nan didn't scold him.
“Lord Nan, were you drinking...”
“I was drinking to numb ourselves.”
“To numb... Lord Nan doesn't want to feel anything?”
Sipakorn stared straight ahead, maintaining a good distance between himself and Nan.
“I want to... but I can't. I've tried and it's not working.” Nan's sharp eyes glanced down at his own body, filled with suppressed desires, buried love never released.
“I don't understand.”
“I too don't understand how it happened... It's been happening since you did that to me.” Nan's eyes met the light-colored eyes in front of him. It was jealousy, but upon further consideration, it was confusion within lord Nan's emotional turmoil.
Young lord Nan denied being drunk... but because of the unrelieved pressure right in front of the person who caused it, clear teardrops of pain fell from Nan's eyes, and it all happened in front of Sipakorn.
“I...”
Sipakorn ordered himself to stay almost at the edge when he saw tears in the eyes of Nan. He wanted to reach out and comfort him, but he was too afraid, so he simply stood still.
“I feel overwhelmed... Sip, can you help me... I want to know if I could do it if it was you Sip.”
“What would lord have me do...”
“Have sex with me... help me, protect me from this impending disaster.”
“...”
“Sipakorn...”
“Just rest, you are drunk. Sleep here, as for me I'll go sleep outside.” Sipakorn lowered his gaze to the floor. He knew how strange Nan's face felt when touched. He still couldn't bring himself to do it... he wouldn't allow it to happen!
“Sob... sob... help me... help me... please, Sipakorn.”
The sobbing voice froze the figure that was about to leave, causing it to turn back to look at Sipakorn. Motionless with the situation in front of him... Nan Nan looked desperate, and whatever lord said, it had to be serious.
The tall figure turned back and walked straight to Nan... Sipakorn sat down with his knees together, eyes fixed on the two red eyes.
“Don't cry, lord Nan... you know how much I hate your tears. The more you say it's happening because of me, the more I hate it.” A slender finger touched the soft cheek lightly. The touch was light, but it caused a strange sensation to run through the body.
Sipakorn pulled back that finger before using the same hand to touch the side of Nan's waist. He slid his finger, revealing the smooth flesh and the edge of the inside underwear.
Young lord Nan controlled his breathing. HIs body quickened with the touch of Sipakorn... his sexual feelings were pent up more than anyone and thinking he would have to die if he didn't release that feeling.
No resistance. No cries of protest in anything. Only two breaths that harmonize. One person leads and bends, while the other tries to receive the touch... but in the end, it remains the same.
“I can't... the pain of that day wakes me with fear.”
“I will make you forget it, make you look at this current Sipakorn instead. Not Sipakorn on that day...looking at me Nan.” A slender hand touched the chin gently, turning back to face Sipakorn, staring deeply, erasing the stories that made lord wake up afraid.
The warm tongue touched the tip of the manhood until the body trembled as the Young lord Nan's hand placed on Sipakorn's strong shoulder, who kneeled straight in front of Nan. Nan kept holding back the cry in his throat, as the brain blurred due to the eyes that just kept staring.
Nan could not take his eyes off the soft-eyed gaze that made him feel like he was being melted...it was too much, it was too difficult to resist.
“Ah...Hmm Sip.”
The victim made a groaning sound, coming out from the edge of his mouth, as Sipakorn engulfed himself into his mouth until the end. The warm soft lips pulled him down into the depths, Sipakorn knew that Nan responded, as his mouth slowly tightened from the shaft that was swelling.
Young lord Nan shook his head, breathing heavily until his chest heaved irregularly. His feet tense and his hand resting on the shoulder of Sipakorn clawed and scratched...and soon the warm liquid backed up in his balls for 7 years sprayed together with his convulsing body.
Nan breathed tiredly, closing his eyes and lying down on the soft bed...this was the taste of the blissful sensation of finally cumming, it was so alluring and made it hard to pull away.
“Huff...huff...” Sipakorn coughed and snorted as the bitter fishy taste went down his throat...the taste was bad, but it was not bad if it came from the Young lord Nan himself.
“Sip...”
“If you want to sleep here, I will go outside.” Sipakorn raised his legs and stood. He intended to go outside again, if it wasn't because Nan's hand pulled him back.
Nan exerted force with the back of his hand, lightly pulling Sipakorn closer before the beautiful lips reached in to whisper sweet words to him.
“Give me more than this...I know what you want and are craving...bend me over.” The sharp edge of the lips touched the corner of Sipakorn's mouth, as Nan seemed to forget his nobility or shame, as the cold body scent washed over his brain, nose and made him forget everything.
Nan moved his lips to kiss...to crush and grope rudely, seizing the waist before having to lower himself from leading moments to being reduced to just following.
Sipakorn pushed Nan's body down to the bed, sliding his hand to support the back, before inserting himself in between causing lord Nan's legs to move and separate themselves.
Sipakorn's thick fingers roamed and teased, unbuttoning his own shirt and trousers as well as freeing Nan from his clothes, until the pale naked flesh of the young lord was revealed to the eye. Every inch of Nan's body was alluring, tempting the edge of the lips to lean down to worship...
To be with Nan was to possess what he desired, to lose all sense of restraint. Sipakorn had forgotten everything, his body tensed and ached from the touch of Nan's hands gliding and caressing along his flesh...
Nan twisted, heated, inviting, provocative, until Sipakorn had to lift Nan’s legs high. He held onto those ankles, tracing his fingers lightly and kissing his way from the calves to the thighs. As Nan's body tensed up again, this time Sipakorn didn't go to touch it in any way. He simply gazed with eyes that avoided the shyness, as his slender fingers brushed over the soft, pink hole.
“It hurt back then, at that moment...” Nan's body shivered as the taste of pain still lingered in his mind.
“Just a bit...” Sipakorn leaned down to the calves, stroking the budding pink hole before sliding his fingers inside Nan, pressing firmly, sweeping gently until the swollen lips had to part and emit a moaning sigh.
“Ah...Sip...”
“Lord...lord Nan, you are about to make me come undone...”
“Sip, you also make me feel the same way...”
“Are sure that you would allow me to do this to you...If your answer is no… I am willing to stop all actions.”
Sipakorn licked the edge of his lip...he waited for the answer with a pounding heart that echoed loudly out.
“I don't want Sip to stop...it's all I want.”
“Hold me. If it hurts, scratch me with nails to let it out.” Sipakorn lowered himself, letting Nan hold him as tightly as he needed.
The stick of passionate heat was in hand, before Sipakorn pushed it through to ease the emotion.
“Ah...Oh...Ouch...It hurts...Sip...it hurts...” Nan scratched his nails on Sipakorn's back...it hurt, the more his body melted the other person, the more it engulfed the shaft; oh, how much pain... but as Sipakorn was about to pull out, it was actually Nan who embraced and held the other person in front, not allowing them to separate.
“My fair young lord Nan...” Sipakorn kissed away the tears, his beautiful face close, stopping everything to wait for Nan to adjust himself to the massive size of his own shafting rod.
After the painful sound of moans subsided, his tapered waist began to churn, sending waves of tingles and delightness to the young lord who had been deprived of joy and happiness of carnal pleasures, and he did not forget to leave every drop of love behind; drenched deep inside Nan… along with his whole heart.
Sipakorn covered Nan's body with a thick blanket, his eyes gently watching the still beautiful face even in sleep... After the end of their love affair that led him to sit and reflect on what had just happened.
Sipakorn picked up a black hardcover notebook, opened it. Although he could remember every letter by heart, he still wanted to acknowledge his own mistakes.
“I apologize.”
The torn paper showed the words of apology still on the first page of the notebook, and Sipakorn was pondering its origins with a heavy heart.
Seven years ago.
Under the frangipani tree that once bore the name of someone with a dignified and imposing face standing under an open window, Sipakorn was looking at the young lord Nan who cautiously came out of the window. Nan did not come down to meet him like the words on the paper, but was tearing apart a small piece of paper as he intended to arrange the words on it.
His words meant nothing, as the small pieces of paper fell... They looked no different from the flowers that dropped their petals and hit the ground!
“Go out and don't act as if you're inferior and worthless, like some cowardly fools... no need to come, if you want to die, just go!”
Will Nan know... I spent seven years trying to erase him from my heart, but Nan made my resolve collapse just because of a fleeting moment when we met eyes again, and it hurt more when my hand touched Nan lightly and he became dirty... At that time, I wanted Nan to know me more than just a Young lord Nan whose lord sees me as Sipakorn. I wanted him to see me more than a Sipakorn that apparently craves and punishes... or Sipakorn that the Young lord Nan uses no differently than discharging affection.