Phana Kongthanin is a cold, indifferent CEO, with one weakness. He's in love with a college student named Wayo, a young man who doesn't know Pha at all. When Yo gets a job working for Pha, it isn't long before the two are both head over heels. But c...
Yo and I knelt in front of the pictures of his mother and my dadaji in the columbarium where they were both laid to rest. We held hands as Yo spoke to his mother, telling her that we were getting married.
"I'll take good care of him and love him forever," I promised her, seeing Yo's tear filled eyes as he looked at me. He just promised the same to my dadaji and I couldn't fight the smile on my face. When we were finished, we bowed again and returned to our home. Yo had moved all of his things in to my apartment. Now it was ours and I couldn't be more happy. It was kind of a long drive home, but we were getting married tomorrow, and Yo had wanted to tell his mom first.
After we let ourselves into our home, we sat down on our bed quietly. My Yo was silent and I watched him thinking until finally he spoke shyly, "Do you think they're happy for us, my mom and your grandpa?"
"My dadaji only ever wanted me to be happy and I'm sure your mom felt the same," I answered, taking him into my arms. "They'll be happy if we are."
"And will you really be happy?" Yo asked, a little of his old uncertainty showing. "With me?"
"I am happy with you," I said emphatically. "I'll always be happy while I have you. I don't ever want to live without you. If you leave me, I'll chase you until I catch you again."
He stared at me, eyes wide and filling with tears again. Finally he pulled me into his arms, his hands moving underneath my shirt and running them back up my bare skin, pushing the shirt out of the way, "You won't have to chase me. I promise, I'll never cheat. I'll never leave you. I'll only ever love you."
When he pulled off my shirt, he moved his lips to my chest, making me gasp as his warm tongue found my nipples. He pushed me back so I was laying on the bed and straddled me, kissing and biting as he moved to my neck. Whenever I felt his body against mine, I lost all sense of time and reason. I just wanted to be with him. He was all I dreamed of.
"I love you, baby Yo," I said, desperately searching for his belt buckle while his hands went to mine. "I want you so badly."
"I'm yours, daddy," he breathed deeply into my neck, making my already hard member twitch with desire. I smiled, feeling the way he rubbed his own member against mine through our clothes. I turned us over, pushing his body underneath me. He looked up at me and laced our fingers together as we made love.
Just like when we were kids and my dadaji had died, I thought of a young Yo holding my hand. He would always be part of me, holding my hand throughout my life. Tomorrow, we would sign the papers that would bind us together forever, but I didn't need them. The papers were just proof for other people. I'd already made my vows to him and he had to me. We made them everyday with our words, our hearts, and our bodies. I looked at the beautiful man in my arms, the one who made my soul sing, my sweet Yo. This was our forever.
THE END
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