That feeling when you're just mine

The story of how Singto got his boyfriend's attention)))

POV Krist

It's hard to believe, but my beloved P' and I have been living together for a couple of months now. It's pretty nice to wake up feeling the strong arms around you that you love so much, keeping you warm and feeling safe. It is even more pleasant to have breakfast together, looking at each other furtively, as if one of the fans or the Staff is about to burn us. And then to look into each other's eyes openly and bravely, knowing that here and now it is just the two of us.

One of my morning rituals was to check my appearance before leaving the house. Adjusting the collar of P'Sing's shirt-or letting him adjust his own-is such a great feeling. Especially if the collar is being adjusted while standing behind you. Well, or so you stand. Because the look in the mirror begins to darken with every careless touch on your neck. It gives you goosebumps. Goosebumps of anticipation of what's sure to happen afterward-a slow turn and a tender kiss that escalates into a storm of feeling. My hands just want to wrinkle my shirt, or even unbutton it and throw it away. It just gets in the way. Doesn't it?

And as soon as my fingers slip lower, encircling my buttocks, which are so well accentuated by another pair of fancy jeans, there is a moan on my lips, which stops the madness that has begun. Then one of us - most often my P' - breaks off the kiss, pulls back, and, breathing heavily, utters:

"Kit, we have to go to work. Otherwise... "

And he doesn't have to finish. Because I can still see the sparks of all-consuming desire slowly fading in his eyes. And the tongue that licked its lips and quickly disappeared from sight. And you know, sometimes it pains me to be able to say it:

"Or else what, P'Sing?" - and our next skirmish of glances would end in the bedroom, among the crumpled sheets and with the name of a loved one on my lips, which you moan until you go hoarse.

But the inexorable work schedule after self-isolation, like a sword of Damocles, reminds us every morning that we only have a couple of evening hours in the quiet of the house, well, and an hour in the bedroom, if any of us is still capable of feats after a hard day. So, with another heavy sigh, I walk over, kiss my P' on the cheek, wish him a good day, and hide behind the door. My way to the next street, where P'Bank is already parked. Just as I get in the car and want to say hello to my favorite and as always positive driver, my phone comes to life and the screen lights up with

"Incoming call. Singtuan."

Trying to wipe the smile off my face, I press "Accept" and immediately I hear my beloved voice on the phone:

"Kit-Kit, has Pluto had breakfast yet?" - I can hear concern in my beloved's tone. And then I remember that, after spending a little longer than usual in front of the mirror because...ahem...we were cleaning up, we forgot to feed my son. So I tell my P'. And in response, I hear a velvet voice:

"Kit, I've got ten more minutes, don't worry, Pluto will have time for breakfast. Good luck at work. I love you."

"And I love you, P'." - I leave out the word "love" on purpose, because I'm not alone in the car, and even though Bank knows about our situation, I won't give him any more reason to discuss it. I make myself comfortable and finally say hello to the older man.

"Well, are we going to the studio, Krist?" – P'Bank asks me. After thinking about it for a while, I answer:

"Nah, we're shooting on campus today. So we're going straight there."

"Okay," - the guy says, and he presses on the gas and asks:

"Does Singto know you asked me to babysit Pluto today?"