BounPrem Is Real?

5. "And why not?"

Aaaaaaanddd we're back to another tiddy Tuesday! I know I missed one. Idk where I heard this phrase but now I can't stop saying titty Tuesday. 

No one asked me but I think we should love anatomically : male and female tiddies both, equally. Moobs (maleboobs) deserve love too, they don't get the attention they need. #justiceformoobs.

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I refuse to believe my eyes. I don't want to know what Boun is saying about him, I don't care who he is or what he wants, I just want him out of here.

"Nong?? Nong?? NONG?!" fingers snap infront of my face.

"Yes?" I snap back rather rudely, I'm aware.

"You're glaring at my Mark Tuan poster." he states obviously.

"I didn't think you were a poster boy sort of fan when you mentioned being a fan"

"It's an old poster. When we got a van I moved it here. Why? Does it bother you?"

"Hah! As if." on receiving a questioning look further i admit, "Yes, maybe, a little."

"Far from little." he teases making me look away annoyed.

"Phi..."

"Listen I'm sorry. I've been meaning to tell you."

"Sorry? What for?" I ask puzzled.

"I know I made you uncomfortable with that-"

"Phi-"

"No, I know alright? And i'm really fucking sorry. I had no idea that you would be so-"

Why wont he stop talking? "BOUN" I almost scream getting into his personal space and he looks startled with pink cheeks.

The blush builds up a confidence in me that I didn't know I had. I should be freaking out.

But do you wanna know what I do next?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

I didn't believe me, myself, cause my eyes widen and I freeze when I realise what I have done.

The built up confidence had made me grab his hand and press it to the bulge in my pants.

"THIS is why I left the car after our kiss in a hurry. Couldn't let you see this, now could I?"

His whole body in shock before his face morphs into a bright smile and with his other hand he holds the small of my back and pulls me closer to him, our juniors almost touching, if not for his hand on my cock that mind you, I'm still holding.

"And why not?" He questions cheekily.

"It's a perfectly normal bodily reaction." He adds, pressing his pulsing cock to the back of my hand that is atop his.

I gasp to which he moves closer to me, taking both our hands off, "Do you like this?" He whispers seductively into my ear as he rubs our bulges together briefly making me moan.

"I want to take that as an yes but I need verbal consent." He informs me.

I grab his face and press our lips together. It starts off very urgent. An intense make out. We freverently move our lips against one another.