This Song Is Called You.

35. Let the shower wash it all...

Porchay said hello to his brother, made fun of him for getting drunk, and decided to go take a shower.

The hot water on his body relaxed him, he closed his eyes, and left his body against the wall, thinking back to his vision with Macau, feeling the sorrow return, he saw himself again towards the window, plunging his body into the void ....

Porchay sighed, he opened his eyes and let himself slide to the ground, letting the water wash away his tears, his heart settling with each new breath.

Chay's gaze fell on a razor, whose blades shone...Maybe he could see Macau again...Just once... Just to say thank you.

The young boy's hand grabbed the sharp object, he had done it before, once, when he was younger, after a child made fun of him for not having parents... He couldn't remember pain, so wasn't probably so terrible. Just a cut...

He lifted his right wrist and immediately frowned...He had a very thin silver bracelet, with a tiny plate, there was a word written in it so small that Porchay had to squint to read it...KimChay ....

P'Kim had given him his birthday present while he slept, and Porchay was so moved that he cried again, a mixture of joy and sadness, but deep down it didn't matter, because he knew that he would get better. He HAD to get better, because P'Kim would never leave him alone again.

The young boy stood up, leaving the razor on the ground, and he finally began to shampoo his hair.

Eyes closed because of the foam, he suddenly felt a breath against his neck, and two arms around his waist.

"Hello, naughty boy... Seducing me like this um..." Kim whispered.

"Oi, P'Kim, you already took your shower...Let me take mine !" Porchay replied, rubbing his eyes, but Kimhan's hands on his body distracted him and his breathing hitched.

Kim smirked, he showered kisses on Chay's neck and Chay shivered, letting his head rest in the crook of Kim's shoulder. The singer had soft fingers, he touched the body of the youngest, as if he were playing the guitar, and for each of his touches, Porchay responded with a sigh, a moan, or simply a soft groan.

Kimhan played over Porchay's naked body, as if creating a melody there.

"P'Kim..." Porchay whispered, already feeling his limits..."Please..."

"What do you want ?" Kim replied, whispering under the latter's ear, biting his earlobe.

Porchay turned around with a quick movement, he slipped his hands in Kim's hair, brought his face closer and kissed him full on the mouth, licking and biting, hoping to convey all his feelings to him.
Their movements became less sensual and much more bestial, one like the other rubbing their private parts. Porchay lifted his hips and he wrapped his legs against Kim's slender but muscular waist, and Kim lifted his buttocks, a smirk on his lips, he slid a finger into Porchay's lair, squeezing a little muffled cry from pain, but very soon Porchay threw his head back, already looking for his most sensitive spot.

"Slowly, you're going to hurt yourself.." whispered Kimhan, who pinned him against the wall.

"Ugh....Hurry P'Kim.."

Porchay's vision blurred when he felt the hot member against his ass, he almost begged Kimhan to take him savagely make him feel good, but his lover didn't give in, he remained soft, not wanting to hurt Chay.
Porchay's growing frustration almost made him growl with impatience, and he threw himself against Kim's mouth again, for a wet kiss. He sucked on Kim's tongue and managed to make him moan. Victory..haha.

"Come on, P'Kim," Porchay whispered against Kim's lips, "Do me."

Kimhan smiled, he kissed Porchay and pulled his hair slowly, forcing the young man's whole body to relax. Porchay had tears in his eyes, but the pain passed pretty quickly, especially when Kimhan immediately touched his soft spot. The singer knowing the body of his angel by heart, he wasted no time and started to accelerate the rhythm of his hips, feeling that Chay was no longer holding against his waist, his legs were shaking and he was screaming more and more, unable to hold himself back. Porchay's orgasm was close.

"You're beautiful..'' whispered Kimhan biting Porchay's neck, leaving a big purple mark on it.

It was the limit of the youngest, he let himself go, came against Kimhan's belly, but his seed was immediately washed away by the water and he began to breathe heavily, closing his grip on Kim's neck.

Kimhan tried to remain strong, but the effort had taken his breath away too, and he had forgotten to put on a condom...He withdrew from Porchay and noticed with concern his sperm mixed with a little blood running down the thighs of the youngest.

"Oi, shit, Porchay are you okay...? Are you hurt ?"

"Hush, P'Kim....Let the water wash it..."

Porchay was embarrassed, he hid his face turning against the wall, but Kimhan grabbed the shower head and let the water wash over his boyfriend's body.

Kim kissed the back of Porchay's neck again and his hand touched his boyfriend's wrist proudly. He had a similar bracelet, in a silver colour.

" Do you love it ?"

"Yes..." Porchay whispered, turning his head slightly, his nose nuzzling Kim's cheek gently. Both looked at the small bracelet affectionately and Porchay kissed Kim's cheek before smiling, "I love the one that gave it to me too."

'' Carefull my love, I might not let you walk again, if you keep seducing me..."

Porchay laughed, he hugged Kim, but his stomach was empty and and he started to get moody..

"Enough, P'Kim, I don't want to do it anymore..." Whined Chay.

"You. Food. Now. Tell me what do you want ?" Kim's smirk make Porchay smile.

His angel was always in a bad mood when he needed food, so better gave him a meal first, then P'Kim will eat too ....