The Storm Inside Me.

33. Moon.

Moon was his first name given when he joined the brothel.
He was known to have skin as white as the moon, and his clients called him that way. He was one of the favourite.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul had been one of his first clients, a rich, selfish kid with a mysterious aura, and he immediately seduced Moon.

The older brother was the one who challenged his little brother to find out if he was really attracted to men, so Moon performed a sensual dance in front of them that night, and Kimhan stared at him.

"Hi, handsome, are you going to keep staring at me for a long time, or do you finally want to eat?" Moon had whispered to him, caressing his crotch.

His brother sneered, as Kim wanted to push the escort away, but out of pride, he merely arched an eyebrow, spreading his legs:

"If you're so hungry, help yourself."

Moon laughed, it wasn't the first time a slightly drunk customer wanted him to perform in front of the entire nightclub, not caring about anything more, the light-haired young man served up a new glass of champagne to the young heir, then he huddled in front of him and offered the expertise of his tongue.
Kimhan had received his first blowjob, in a bar, surrounded by drunk people, in front of his laughing brother, just for a stupid provocation.

"Looks like you're bored to death!" Kinn pointed out to him, once Moon had finished his work and swallowed everything. " But your whore enjoyed his meal..."

" Shut up, Kinn."
" Oiii are you already done ? Fine, go and wait for me in the car, ahah your big bro will still have some fun."

Grumbling, Kimhan forced Moon to sit next to him, and he started nipping at his neck, it was a stupid competition between brothers to see who had the most stamina that night.
Moon had fallen madly in love with the long-haired singer the very moment his eyes were on him.

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He had been Kimhan's favorite toy for a while, but he was putting up more and more barriers in the meantime, wanting to devote himself to his career as a musician, so Moon had gone to England for a while, following another rich man, to clear his mind. Falling in love with a client was always dangerous. But now, Moon was ready to take the risk.

"Khun Moon?" his private driver pulled up in front of a large white house, "We've arrived."

The young man lowered his rose-tinted sunglasses, he had an extravagant style, and above all sexy.

"Are you sure he comes here often?"

The man nodded, he pointed to two boys coming out of the house. Moon heard them :

"I'll call you back once there, my angel."

"If you forget, I'll never talk to you again."

"Don't start sulking now..."

Moon analyzed the boy from head to toe, he was tall, thin, with black hair and especially big doe eyes. Moon frowned, they had the same shape of eyes... So Kimhan had tried to replace his favorite fuck boy with such a pale copy? It was ridiculous... Obliviously, Moon was better looking.

"Porchay," resumed the soft voice of the young heir, "I'll be back soon, I promise you."

Kimhan hadn't changed, he was still as beautiful, thinner perhaps, his long hair touched his shoulders now, and Moon shivered with desire. He still remembered the taste of the rich man's lips on his...
Porchay, that was the kid name, slid his arms along Kimhan's neck, and he kissed him tenderly, blushing like a child.

"I love you, P'Kim."

Moon winced, he rolled his eyes. Of course, everyone could only fall in love with this man. After watching the goodbye of the two Moon boys, he pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms.