Caught in Possession

Black and White

Warning: Mature content!

Also - as promised, a list of name meanings for the original characters so far. I'm not Thai, so this is based on my own research only!

Paithoon (unknown character) - cat's eyes
Kittichat (Mew's father) - famous clan
Channarong (Mew's uncle, Tul's father) - experienced warrior
Lang (enemy family surname) - Chinese/Thai origin name - dragon
Sunti (Gulf's father) - peace
Isra (Gulf's mother) - freedom
Hom (Isra's cousin) - sweet smelling

"Sit", Mew's voice was low and steady as he patted the bed beside his naked body.

And Gulf obeyed. Something in that voice made it impossible not to. Made him want to.

The mattress dipped slightly as he moved, trance-like, to perch on the edge, back to Mew and feet pointing towards the door and the exit that part of him knew he should take, and the other part knew there was no way in hell that he would.

Fuck, his cock was hard.

Why did he feel so exposed? So thrillingly exhilarated? Gulf had had a multitude of conquests at twenty one years old. It was the loneliness of exile - it drove a person to seek the warmth of another body, that human connection, and mindless sex had always proved the easiest way to it, for a disconnected soul such as he.

Those weeks earlier, in the stadium changing rooms, he had overflown with confidence and unbothered sass...

Yet now it was like he'd never been looked at before, as he felt the heat of Mew's dark eyes on his body. Did the elder man hear his breath hitch? Did he see the way Gulf's toes curled on the tiles below? The slight shiver that radiated across his entirety?

Then suddenly, the younger man tensed to straighten up, as he felt a hand, individual fingers creeping teasingly up the line of his spine over the cotton T-shirt.

His eyes fluttered closed, back dipping then into it's natural slender arch as his breath came suddenly a little shallower, out into the waiting, bated, atmospheric audience of the room.

Then the fingers were making their way down again, tantalisingly reversing their route until reaching the lower hem of the white garment, ghosting slowly underneath.

Gulf blushed furiously at the soft sigh that escaped his lips. It was - just a hand on the bare skin of his back, yet he was on fire, could feel the precum leaking out of him to darken the front of pale briefs.

"Does it feel good?", came the deep voice, the owner of that magical hand.

"Shai. Good krub" - his response was breathy, off kilter, even as he tried to disguise it.

"Your skin is so...soft, so smooth beneath my fingers, it's like you were spun by silkworms. One of a kind"

The praise was a volt direct to Gulf's groin - he couldn't help it, he groaned, fists beginning to tighten a grip on the black satin sheet below.

"Annnd...", Mew's voice continued on unseen, behind, "These fingers are very...very...clever. Do you know what they can do?"

"I...know"

The younger man felt the hand that roamed and massaged beneath his T-shirt pause then.

"You do? How's that, Nong?"

"Because I've felt them on me, in-inside me, before"

"When Gulf?", there was almost a trepidation to the voice, as if knowing that the answer would take him somewhere he couldn't return from, however much he knew rationally that he should.