This Song Is Called You.

22. Hot and Cold

{ A few hours after... }

There was blood on the ground. A bitter smell in the air, the kitten had snuck under the sofa, its eyes wide open in fear. Han didn't understand what was going on. He mewed, but his master on the ground gasped. He couldn't breathe.
The man with a feline face had pushed him to the ground and left, his shirt stained with the blood of the cat's owner.

His second master, the youngest of the couple, collapsed near his lover.

"P'K..i..m..."

Han felt his young master's sadness invade the room and the kitten shyly came out of his hiding place, his paws came into contact with the blood and he stepped back, sniffling. The long-haired man wasn't moving, and Han tucked his ears back. Feeling something off.

"P'Kim... what's....going on?" the younger whispered again, trying to shake Kimhan Theerapanyakul (Han's official owner, at least on the vet's papers). The kitten tried to jump skillfully towards his young master but the latter was crying, his vision was blurred by tears and a new puzzling smell invaded the room: death had come to seek the soul.

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{ Back to our horny couple, a few hours before. }

Porchay hugged Kimhan, who sat on top of him in the car, it was difficult to move.
Kimhan smiled before licking Chay's lips:

"Baby...we're in the car...wait a minute...ha..."

"Not gonna wai...t.. ah."

Porchay had already slipped his hand inside Kim's leather pants, he didn't was already paying more attention to the latter's complaints and prepared himself with two fingers.

"Ouch..."

"Easy. Slow down, angel. We have tim...AHGH!"

Kimhan tried to stop Porchay, but Porchay rolled his eyes, he wasn't as inexperienced as when they first met, Porchay knew what he liked and wanted.
He let his hips drop slowly onto Kim's hardened member, trying to ignore the familiar pain that was felt like a burn. Damn, why it was so hot in this fucking car ?

"You're going to hurt yourself.." Kim hissed, biting his lip, trying not to press Chay's thighs.

It was a delicious torture, the young man was hot, wet and so tight despite the number of times they have done it... Kimhan was intoxicated by Porchay's body, he could spend hours there, Chay was his favourite drug.

The young boy threw his head back, swaying his hips as he moaned. Pain and pleasure were one. Kim guided the youngest, especially since the space was tight, and he attacked the young man's neck, throwing a long trail of hickeys there. Chay shuddered at the feel of Kim's lips upon his sensitive skin, and he gripped Kim's hair to rock himself a little more, reaching for his most sensitive spot.

Since the man was in a good mood, Kimhan roughly flipped Porchay over, forcing him to hold his legs and Porchay gasped. That was rough and brutal, just like Kim liked. Porchay crying under him, screaming his name... Being a mess.

"AH! Agh...P'Kim!"

Kimhan smiled, he disregarded the steering wheel of his car against his back and penetrated the youngest with violence, again and again...
Porchay immediately felt his point stimulated and he moaned so hard that he begged Kimhan with his eyes...

"P'Kim... That's so-oo.. em-embarrassing... pl-ease..."

"What do you want hum? Say it." "Make..me shut up...please, hah ! P'Kim it's hurt ! Slow....slower hah!"

Kimhan smiled, he clapped his hand against Porchay's throat and squeezed, not enough to choke him but enough to silence Porchay's moans. Even though Kim loved to hear Chay's soft moans...

The young man sighed with relief, letting himself be invaded by Kim, his body rubbing against that of the singer. The intoxication and the situation had aroused the youngest enough for Porchay to cum first and he tried to catch his breath under the mocking gaze of Kimhan, who held him firmly in his arms.

"ahhh...humph...P'Kim! Nooo...enough !"

Porchay groaned, feeling a sensation of discomfort invade his crotch. But Kimhan could be cruel, especially when his boy was being naughty. He leaned against Chay's lips and gave him a hard thrust before laughing:

"You always like to provoke me but when the sanctions fall, you cry and beg for me to stop...um...what a bad boy."

Kim licked a tear from Porchay's face, he moved slowly again to Chay's screams.
Chay shuddered, his orgasm still very vivid and it's was unbearable, he bit his lip, craning his neck submissively, letting Kim devour him.
Kimhan felt the heat spread through his crotch and he picked up the pace, not wanting to hurt the poor young boy beneath him any more. He kissed Porchay and released his seed into Chay's soft warm tunnel and the latter sobbed, throbbing with pleasure.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Chay's cheeks were a pretty red colour and his breathing jerky. Kim helped the young boy to sit on the passenger side then he kissed his lover again... The night was not over....

"Let's go home and do it in bed..."

" No way !" Cried Porchay, massaging his back. "You are too rough again, P'Kim !"

Kimhan laughed, ignoring his boy. He reached for his keys, but in front of the door, he felt a strange presence. He looked back at Chay.

"Can you go back to the car ? I forgot my phone... please."

Porchay grumbled, he was sleepy but still went back to the car, and Kimhan opened the door.

"Why are you here ?"

"Hello..boss...or should I said, ex-boss ? Since you just sold us to your cousin, Khun Vegas. Do you think that we are just some toys ?"

Kimhan tried to reach for his waist, out of habit, but he didn't have his gun, and the man in front of him was pretty mad.

"Sea this is not.."

"Khun Kimhan, I really admired you, but when you killed your father, I started to literally worship you like a god... But now ? Giving your men to your stupid little boy was already offending, but I didn't say anything... Because I trusted you. But this...this is treason. The Secret Organisation won't take Khun Vegas as our new boss."

Sea glared at Kimhan, he raised his arms and pulled the trigger.