Forgive me guys! I had a super busy week, I accumulated a lot of things and ended up delaying the week's chapter, but at least this week has two chapters !!
I hope you like it, and keep commenting, it's what keeps me writing. ❤️😘
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First was losing his mind, how was it possible that this small and fragile boy could mess with him like that. Only a very few times had anyone excited him like that, just one touch from him and he was about to explode. There was no way he was going after that arrogant human, with that petulant attitude, those saucy brown eyes, that body that he knew would fit perfectly with his own, and that smile, that damn smile. -Arg. - grunted First in agony. He took the two glasses of drink that remained forgotten on the counter after being refused by the human. Somewhere he could hear AJ's laughter echoing through the club as he stood up toward the dance floor for the second time in the night.
Khao didn't think that man would follow him, someone like him with money and power was too proud and arrogant. But he knew he was wrong the moment a hand touched his waist, without even looking he knew who it was. It didn't take First more than a second to find him in that tangle of people, this time it wasn't his clothes that stood out, or his light vanilla scent, how someone could smell of vanilla was one of the human things FIrst didn't understand. This time what caught his attention was the carefree smile he kept on his face as he danced. He seemed to feel the music, of which there were no lyrics, just loud, disconnected beats that would normally only annoy the oldest between them, but at that moment it was his new favorite song, seeing how the human moved fascinated him, his hips following each beat, his arms thrown freely above his head moving with a fluidity that didn't match the intensity of the music at all. First he had never seen anything so sexy, he could no longer control himself, he wanted to touch him so he did. He knew he wasn't the only one who felt a spark as soon as his hand touched the smaller man's waist, who would never admit it but was waiting for him. - You came. - he commented surprised, taking a step backwards and gluing their bodies together. First didn't even need to breathe, and yet he held his breath in an automatic response that brought out his long-forgotten human instincts at the contact between the smaller man's ass and his erection. And he was sure that, if his heart was still beating, it would have stopped when it began to move again following the beats of the music.
Paralyzed, First kept his hand pressed to the other one hip's which now moved slowly to all sides, touching his motionless body each time. - It's no fun dancing alone," said Khao, turning to face him. - I don't dance. Not that he knew how to dance, real music, a waltz, a sonnet, even a tango, but First hated this kind of nonsense music, making young people today jump and sway from side to side disorderly, he couldn't even call it dancing. Imagine his surprise when his body began to move slowly in rhythm with the music, reacting to the touch of the human, who now held his hips tightly and moved them from side to side with a mischievous smile on his face. - Just let the music take you," he explained, "Don't think too much. When Khao had come to the club tonight to distract himself, dancing until his whole body ached helped him not to think about anything else, since unfortunately for him alcohol was not a viable option, physical exhaustion was his only option. He was even considered maybe finding someone to help him with this distraction, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that First Kanaphan could be this person. He knew that he owned not only the nightclub they were in but several companies, he is an eccentric millionaire who basically ran half the city, some believed him to be a gangster, running the city from the shadows, which when he thought well was true in a way. After all Khao knew that the danger was not in who he was, but in what he was.
