P & M || LS SERIES

CHAPTER twelve

" Well, let me ask you something. "  said Phat as he remembered.

" Ask what? "  Miles asked back.

" When you left to sing, why were you singing that song? " Phat asked
incredulously.

Miles paused for a moment.

" It was nothing special, I said I wanted to sing, so I sang. " Miles replied, as he
had said on stage.
Phat was silent for a moment when he heard this

" Is there anything special? " Phat muttered alone, sighing softly, until the two
were silent.

Miles looked away, while Phat lay thoughtfully on Miles' lap.

" Miles? " Phat called Miles again, before sitting down and turning to him.

" What?" Miles replied, turning to Phat as well.

"  Let's do this, I want to do this with you now. " said Phat directly.

Miles stopped.

"  You just depend on it? Do you still want more? Keep some energy. "  said
Miles, although he felt a little irritated in his heart.

" I haven't done that yet. "  Phat replied.
Miles looked puzzled, frowning.

" Don't ask why I haven't done it yet. Just know that I had nothing to do with
anyone tonight. "  Phat said in a serious tone, with Miles still looking at him.
Both looked into each other's eyes. Phat looked at him with the feeling of
wanting to swallow the person in front of him.
Miles looked at him in disbelief.

"Let me do it, Miles..." Phat said in a husky voice.

He doesn't know if it's because of the drink's power or what, to make Phat
have a need like this.

" You are drunk?  "Miles asked curiously.

But Phat didn't answer, leaning his face towards Miles, before cold lips
touched Miles's soft lips.
At the slightest touch at first, he became intensely less stressed. Miles opened
his mouth slightly to allow Phat to taste the sweetness he craved.
Both of his hot tongues reacted intertwined with each other, until Phat pulled
Miles and sat him on his lap, along with the exchange of kisses.
Phat has thrust his hand into Miles' shirt, while crushing Miles' tiny nipple, to
arouse his emotion.

"Ugh...umm." Miles' giddy moan rang out, shivers running through his entire
body as cool fingers pressed to the top of his chest.

This may be due to the numbness of the previously drunk liquor. Makes Miles
respond to Phat without resistance. Or maybe it was because of some
feelings in his heart that made Miles this time not as persistent as before.
Phat felt the sweetness of his warm mouth, even if Miles didn't drink
anything sweet. However, the soft smell of liquor, it wasn't difficult to
stimulate Phat's mood until he was mad.
Phat pulled away from his lips and gently pulled the hair back from Miles's
back to make Miles look up, giving Phat the opportunity to fully thrust
himself into the white throat.

" Enough.. we.. uh... are in front of your house. "  Miles said in a similar
tone.

"  Hmmm... " Phat moaned in his throat.

"  Phat.. I said.. "  Miles will tell Phat again.

" I know... so let's go to my room. "  Phat said, full of needs.

Miles heaved a heavy sigh before nodding slowly. Phat didn't wait, grabbed
Miles' hand, got up and quickly led him into the house. He didn't forget to lock the house and hurriedly took Miles upstairs to his
room, because Phat walked too quickly.