"People hating me doesn't faze me. People loving me...that would be concerning."
A group of criminals with supernatural powers are getting ready for the biggest heist of their lives, but for it to work they need Kimhan the Executioner.
However, it'...
— I want more mornings with him. I want all mornings with him —
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If the warm blanket could be a person, it would be Porchay.
Kim's only definition of warmth for years now turned into a human that Kim could have all the time without ever letting go.
Kim woke up before Chay. He slept the whole night without once breaking into a sweat from a nightmare. They were even still in the same position as the one they fell asleep in. Kim didn't remember when was the last time he slept like this; peacefully not shifting even the slightest.
The weight of Chay's body, pinning Kim into the mattress, Chay's warmth wrapped around him, keeping him present in the moment, reassuring him that Chay was there with him. Chay's scent was slowly entering Kim's pores, tangling up into his hair and soaking his clothes. It was nice, being surrounded by everything Chay was; by his heavenly entire existence. It felt so nice to the point that Kim didn't want to give it up.
Ever.
Now, Kim only needed an elaborate plan, how to get Chay to spend with him every night. Maybe he could just ask. Would that be enough? Would Chay even want that? Chay told Kim that he could be fully himself around him. That he could say and do whatever he wanted. So, maybe Kim could try.
Kim was going to try.
A soft, inaudible murmur left Chay's lips. His puffy rose cheek pressed on Kim's chest looked soft and gentle, making Kim's heart flutter, which Kim found to be a good thing around Chay. Very good thing.
Subconsciously, Chay pressed himself even closer to the comfortable human pillow under him and fluttered open his eyes. "Morning, baby," a still half-asleep voice left his lips as he tenderly smiled at his Kim.
"I have a question," Kim started. He had to ask now before his mind would once again fool him into thinking that his needs... this question was weird, maybe too weird, somehow sick, and it would push Chay away as everything else Kim would say would do.
Chay nodded, eyes fully open to show that he was paying attention, "I'm all ears, baby."
"After we go back to Bangkok," Kim swallowed the lump in his throat, pushing past the irrational fear of Chay saying no or doing even worse, and asked, "will we still sleep in the same bed? Because I would really like that, but if you don't, then whatever, just forget I asked, okay?"
"We definitely are sleeping in one bed from now on," Chay kissed Kim's chin and sat up. One side of his shirt rolled up, exposing the soft skin of his waist and stomach. Kim's hand reached there immediately, holding Chay's waist and fingers light tapping on his hot skin.
"Really?" Kim asked, no longer feeling like his idea was too stupid and his needs too much.
"Yes, baby," Chay nodded, stretching himself like a cat, his shirt exposing even more of his delicate skin. "You just can't move to my room because we are still a secret. Once we tell hia—"
