Tua Aeng

Desire

****Warning – The following chapter contains content not suitable to persons under the age of 18****

"P'Mew." Gulf reaches out to me. I grasp his hand and sit with him against my chest.

"What do you need Yai Nong?" I ask.

"Can I stay like this Phi?" He asks. "I'm cold." He states.

"But Nong, you need to eat." I tell him. His face scrunches up, lips pouting, forehead wrinkling. I laugh. Oh God but he is cute when he's pouting.

"I miss you Boo." He explains. "You haven't held me is so long. Please Phi."

"Ok Nong." I sigh. "You can stay like this. Phi will put the tray on the bed, and you can stay in his arms while you eat, but you must eat at least half the bowl." He nods his consent. I place the tray over him, and he picks up the spoon to eat. I hold him against my chest hands around his waist, my chin resting on his shoulder. He slowly eats the congee.

"Is it good?"

"It's good Phi. Did Phi order?" He asks.

"No." I reply. "Phi cooked it for Yai Nong" I reply.

"Phi!" He exclaimed, surprised. Gulf raises his face and looks at me over his shoulder. "Thank you, Phi. It tastes delicious. You did a good job. Nong will try his best to eat as much as he can."

He manages to eat a little more than half of the bowl. "Phi I'm so full." He says letting his head fall back onto my shoulder.

"Mmmmhhhmmm." I mumble. "Let me see."

I raise his shirt and run my hands over his tummy. "Hmmmmm." I said. "It still feels flat to me, but we'll work on it."

We lay in the bed just enjoying the feel of having each other close. I lean my head against his neck and inhale. The scent of his skin fills my lungs. My lips touch his neck; his skin feels so soft against them.

His hands cover mine where they lay against his tummy and he turns his head slightly to give me more access to his neck. His eyes close and I can feel his breaths become heavy. His skin blushes bright pink, the color extending slowly to his ears. I kiss the skin beneath his ears biting softly.

"Ahhhh." A soft cry is released on the air. "Phiiiii.... Please." He begs.

"Gulf, tell Phi what you need." I say.

He fidgets in my arms, his body twisting.

"Phi, please. Spare me nah?" He asks.

"Gulf." I whisper and blow into his ear. "Tell me what you want." I command.

"It's so tight Phi." He says body trembling against mine. "Help me Phiii."

"What's tight Bii?" "What do you need Phi to do."

"Don't tease me nah Boo."

"Gulf." I say roughly. I grab his jaw between my fingers and turn his face to me. "Do you want Phi to take care of it." I say.

"Mmmm."

"Are you sure Bii? There is no going back from this."

"I want you to touch me. I love you Phi. Please touch me nah." He says his eyes glazed with desire. "It's ok Phi. Please nahhh."

"Gulf." I say hesitantly. Maybe we should wait. He is still weak and has not fully recovered. I'm not sure we should.

"Please Phi." He pleads. "I need you to touch me. I need to feel like you love me Phi. We don't need to go all the way if Phi doesn't feel like it but please Phi, I hurt. It's so tight Phi. I can feel that you are hurting too. Please Boo...please."