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The beautiful doe eyes were shining as if they held all the unnamed stars in distant galaxies. They were looking at someone as unworthy as him, begging for the return of such precious affection.
I do feel it, Angel.
I want to be worthy of you.
But I can’t take your firsts...I just can’t. I’ve got an inch of honour left...I must keep hold of it and let you find someone worthier to make you feel good for your first time.
When Kim had communicated this to him, holding him tightly in contrast to his attempt of a noble gesture, he had tried not to shiver as Bambi tears drizzled down his chest. Sprigs of silky curls tickled his nose and Chay clung tightly to him for a few more moments, before he straightened his spine with that Kittisawadt boldness and nodded at Kim’s warnings.
A wet, light and delicate kiss was placed on Kim’s cold cheek before his Angel silently departed his company to rid himself of the precious virginity that Kim did not feel worthy to take.
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You’re a fucking idiot, Kim.
Watching his Angel move away from him as he started his freshman year of college, he sleuthed and spied as he took part in bonding activities and lived/laughed/loved with new people. It was only because Kim knew him better than his own soul that he saw the tight lines at his Angel’s smiles and the constant low-level tension he carried in his stiff posture.
He knows I’m watching him. My Angel...so clever.
How is he supposed to find a more worthy Phi to make him feel good if you are standing like a rabid guard dog, foaming in jealousy if anyone so much as looks at him?
Yeah, you’re a fucking idiot, Kim.
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When he saw Chay limping back to his suite, his hair askew and clothing rumpled, his mind went to places of dark insanity. Unable to control his jealous assholery, he jumped the tired and sore looking freshman, pushing him back into his own suite.
Dark eyes caught his, no surprise or anger in that gaze. Merely some kind of hot and animalistic satisfaction that Kim’s hands were finally on him.
Kim pushed his Angel back to his own bedding, landing his weight on top of the still-growing teen.
He grabbed those sinful lips, that looked pouty, and kiss stung.
“What have you been doing, Angel? Why are you limping so badly? Just give me a name...tell me who to kill...” he swore viciously between wet and slippery kisses, unable to stop himself from pinching and pulling at Chay’s happily willing form.
Chay’s clothes were soon pulled from his body, and Kim could only gawk at the beautiful surprises waiting for him.
“I didn’t want anyone else to touch me, P’Kim...so if I wanted to be with you, I had to get creative...did you know that my new Theerapanyakul credit card gets bonus cashback for shopping at adult stores and piercing studios?” Chay said, cheeky and brattish as he saw Kim’s eyes crossing over and rolling back into his head.
He’s broken me. He’s my Angel...and my Devil.
Chay shimmied off the last of his clothing and brought up his tired and sore legs to reveal the thick jeweled plug that was holding his ass open so wonderfully.
“Unngh...feels so good Phi...did you know that sparring while wearing one of these feels all kinds of wonderful... my p-spot is just waiting for you to come against it P’Kim ...” he ended his teasing torment by licking straight up Kim’s rapidly warming cheeks, as if he were a wild animal looking to scent mark his territory.
I think they need to switch me off and back on again.
Kim was mildly aware of kneeling over his Angel, cock tenting ridiculously and listening to the beautiful filth coming from that brattish and kiss-stung mouth...
Thumbing harshly over said lips, he was quick to jealously seek clarifications.
“...tell me what you’ve been doing with your lips, Angel...” he whispered. If his eyes had gone red, he wouldn’t have been surprised.
Chay, his bold and fierce Kittisawadt, looked far from timorous or anxious. He grinned toothily up at his handsome Phi and nudged himself free slightly to reach into his bedside drawer. Pulling out the large silicon length, he brought it up to his lips and started fellating it gently.
Batting his eyelashes, he hammered the final nail into his own coffin.
“I’ve been practicing my oral technique, Phi....we’re both musicians, you know how important regular practice is?”