The Storm Inside Me.

3. Tension.

Kimhan's dark gaze on his skin burned as much as his damn body, Chay gritted his teeth, he didn't want to.... BUT he wanted HIM.

"You know how to be a good boy." Kim rewarded him, he slid his fingertips down Porchay's thigh and up to the younger man's chin. "You know that this drug only heats up your body? It has no effect on your mind, you can just wait or act on your own..."

Porchay felt his breath catch, his body dying for Kim's touch. He inhaled deeply before opening his mouth, letting Kimhan stick two fingers inside.

Chay licked it, he felt the saliva invade his mouth and he wanted to cough.

"Now tell me."

Tears burned Porchay's eyes and he nearly growled an insult at Kim, but the latter took a big sip of his whiskey before leaning down and kiss Chay, the liquid burned the young boy's trench, the alcohol was so strong, he hated the taste of it.

"Hmm...pf... It was an acident!" Finally! Porchay was able to speak, Kimhan had sufficiently moistened the young man's mouth.

"My cousin saw you during your shower by accident? Really Chay?"

Porchay bit his lip, he felt the anger rising in him and he rolled his eyes, his voice harsh, he said:

"May I know what the fuck you are doing? Since when are we close?"

'' Do you honestly think that I don't feel anything for you? '' Kimhan's hiss startled Chay, he even forgot for a moment that he was a prisoner.

''Do you feel something for me? "

It was silly, but the young boy's heart was beating much faster, and this time, the drugs had nothing to do with it.

Kimhan threw his empty glass against a wall, he had such a cold expression that even the ice cubes looked more approachable...
He refused to let his heart speak, Kim had to act with his brain, not with bloody feelings. But his weak point was in front of him, crying and almost begging him to take him.

"You refuse to let me, but suddenly you need me, what a joke..." Kim grumbled hoarsely.

"Isn't it the other way around? '' retorted Chay shaking his head: of course he was right.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul needed to possess this young boy, his dark universe wanted to suck in every wave of light that Chay could emit. It was selfish and wrong. But it was stronger than him....Pochay was stronger than his will. The young boy life was driving Kimhan mad : he wanted him. So much.

"Beg me..." The singer's voice cracked.

"P'Kim? '' Porchay grabbed Kim's neck and he forced him to lie down above him. "I want you. Now. If you refuse, you can watch me having fun."

Then Porchay closed his eyes, his right hand finding the strength to move up and down his hot member. Kimhan looked at him with a confused expression, he was having so much trouble... He was having difficulty learning Porchay's reactions but the latter was clearly more than happy at the idea of ​​being touched.

"Porchay? ''

The young boy was shaking his face in Kim's neck, his face hidden by the singer's long hair. He finally decided to put his hand on the hip of the young man who stopped all movement and he approached to whisper softly right into his ear:

"The drug has been off for 5 minutes now."

"Wow, so you're officially no longer an asshole since 5 minutes, well done. Can you finally touch me or do I really have to end up alone?" Chay's voice nearly slapped Kim.

He was too aroused to feel embarrassed, not at this point in his desire. He needed relief, and Kim was there, he could be useful.
Kimhan made up his mind, he slid his hand along the body of the young boy who arched deliciously. He was as delicate as a guitar.

Porchay's eyes darkened, he finally had what he really wanted, Kim's touch. The latter kissed him, with violence, and Chay felt blood on his tongue. Kimhan mercilessly bit the young boy's lips, his hand working on Chay's erect member. Porchay couldn't last long, not under Kim's expert hands.

The musician knew provided intense pleasure to the young man, his moans echoed in Kim's mouth.

"Ah! P....'..K..im!"

He smeared Kim's hand with his liquid, and Kim smirked before bringing his hand to Chay's mouth.

"Swallow."

Porchay felt sleep gaining ground, but disobeying Kimhan was not a good idea, he shyly licked his own seed and shivered. The young man's stomach twisted strangely, it was almost disgusting... But Kim's gaze so affectionate at this moment was more important.

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Porchay didn't have any more visits from Kim after that, he always had enough food in the room, his laptop, his guitar, sheet music to write... But Porchay was getting bored more and more: he wanted to be able to see his friend again , going out, seeing his brother and his mother... Even going to a fucking concert! It's was his favourite activity.
He must have been stuck in this room for almost two months now, and Kim spoke to him very little.

" What are you doing ? ''

Porchay sat up, he was hidden under the duvet, looking sad, Kim had just arrived, with dark makeup and his hair was back.

"You did a concert?! "Chay's voice was accusatory, he understood that he was supposedly in danger thank to the fucking mafia world, but he couldn't have fun while Kim was out there, living his life as Wik.

'' Why ?"

Porchay puffed out his cheeks in anger and he threw his pillow at Kim. He was tired of being the little princess locked up in her castle... He also wanted to enjoy the world, plus Kimhan was more the villain than the prince.

" I want to go out. "

"Porchay. ''

"Explain to me who I should be wary of and I'll be careful I promise ok, I'll always have my phone with me and I'll stay with Hia often, I'll come see you too, if you want and I...."

'Porchay.'

Kimhan's deep voice stopped the monologue of the young boy who began to sulk again. He didn't understand what was going on and was starting to lose his mind.

''Listen'' Kimhan sat back on his sofa, staring at the ground. "I'm the last one who can protect you now."

'' What ? What are you talking about ? "

"Chay....I'm sorry."

Porchay blinked several times, he didn't like this conversation, the young boy hugged his knees against him, throwing a puzzled look at Kim:

'' What happened ? It's about my brother, right? Hia is really in big trouble this time? "

"Porchay." Kimhan took a deep breath and his dark gaze pierced Chay. "Porsche is dead."