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"Good boys…"
On the full screen of a tablet, Payu leans over someone else reclining with their legs widening apart.
This doesn't look like the mechanic's garage.
Not at all.
Payu's hand clenches tightly around Rain's neck when Rain takes a gulp for air. He's pinned down. He's naked. One of Rain's stockings, a light silk blue, falls down his calf, unnoticed. A streak of cum on his abdomen dries. Payu uses his other hand to reach between the other man's thighs.
"They don't stay filthy…"
His thumb pushes insistently against Rain's stretched, shaved anus, plunging in, dragging out a noticeable cum-glob.
Payu's voice deeply growls out.
"Clean it up…"
Fuck…
Sky glances dazedly between the ongoing security camera footage, happening in a bedroom, and Prapai.
Prapai, messy-haired from wearing a helmet, faintly smelling of sweat.
Everything's spinning.
"Holy sh…shit," he murmurs, finally getting a very solemn-looking Prapai's attention. "P'Payu is gonna kill you. Kill you."
A huffing noise.
"You're not gonna believe me when I tell you, but… this isn't entirely my fault. I'm just doing what I'm told," Prapai insists, unzipping the first few inches of his white-and-black racing suit. Sky's eyes follow where the zipper goes, his cheeks heating. "I'm on the monitor duty. That's all."
"Right," Sky agrees, breathless. "I'm not gonna believe you."
His confusion mounts when Prapai smiles effortlessly, beckoning him over. He grabs onto Sky's hand.
"Who do you belong to…"
Payu's voice returns, hazing with an intense dominance.
"Who…"
Sky refuses to keep being a voyeur, blinking away and turning in Prapai's arms suddenly going around him.
The spinning returns.
"Relax," Prapai says firmly, cupping Sky's own hand over his tented pants. This is insane. He has Sky rubbing his own dick, hands covered, as Payu—oh god—rubs his own cum against Rain's slack mouth. Rain squirms eagerly, sucking off Payu's fingers, getting his neck roughly kissed.
Their moans blare out of the tablet's speaker. Sky's expression hardens.
Why is…
He doesn't know how the camera got there, but Sky wonders if either Payu or Rain knows. Or cares.
Prapai tightens Sky's cupped fingers with his, squeezing him.
"Hey."
Sky can't do anything about the flickering of pleasure in his gut. He exhales raggedly.
"Look at me," Prapai orders, his tone softened.
With his heart racing, Sky does.
Fuck…
Prapai smiles, as if he doesn't have a damn care in the world, leaning in to wetly press his lips on Sky's chin. Sky isn't sure whether to deck him or yank himself away to curse him out. Both sound good. But. He doesn't. God help him, Sky doesn't. Why, fuck, why won't everything stop spinning?
"How about you…" Prapai hums, releasing Sky's hand. "Well? Are you… one of the good boys…"
He aggressively kisses Sky's ear.
Utterly shameless…
Sky clenches his jaw, holding down a quiver.
"Or are you bad?"
"I…"
Sky's mouth goes dry, parting open.
The spinning worsens.
Before getting anything else out, the world greys. Soundless. Sensationless.
Or so Sky realizes, mortified, when he discovers himself coming to in Prapai's lap, being steadied with a hand on Sky's lower back and encouraged to take a breath. "Bad boy, then," Prapai concludes, sweeping his fingers against Sky's cheek. "You didn't tell me you were getting overwhelmed."
"I'm not getting…"
Sky lets out a low and frustrated noise, closing his eyes.
This guy…
Prapai reaches over to tap the video-screen of Rain arching uselessly, blackening it off, much to Sky's relief.
(He never wanted to know what Rain's sex noises were. Never ever.)
"So stubborn." Prapai's smile returns. "That's why I like you so much. You're a challenge."
"Too bad I don't like you," Sky lies, because it's easier than looking inward, because it's easier than being afraid. Because they could lose this. Prapai looks over him, unbothered. He chuckles. Sky hisses, clutching onto Prapai's shoulders for dear life when their hips momentarily roll.
Fuck…
Prapai's thumbnail scrapes sharply onto Sky's bottom lip.
"We'll see."
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