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Porchay is staring at Kimhan, facing him late in the morning. He needs to check on everyone but he is certain that if no one came, it means that they are alright for now. He just wants to admire him a little more and the way his lips are shaking from what happened last night. He can't forget or ignore this. He is still confused and surprised by what happened between them. He was out of his mind, exhausted, he doesn’t regret anything but he wonders about what is going on inside of him but also inside of Kimhan.
And when the hybrid-cat opens his eyes, meeting Porchay’s ones immediately, he begins to blush and to feel the embarrassment growing around him.
Kimhan stares at him, blushing too, his lips pouting a little.
“Yesterday…what was…this?” Porchay asks, a heavy tension strangling his stomach.
“...craving…” He just answers after a long silence.
“And…are you still craving ?” The king asks this dangerous question, horrified at the idea that his beating heart could suddenly lose its rhythm to the bells of sorrow.
“...” Kimhan stays silent but he comes closer, his hands reaching for Porchay’s waist. “They don't need…to know…that I am craving?” His ears are down and Porchay is opening his mouth in surprise. He moved them just in front of him and even if he looks in an uneasy situation, he doesn't stop them from falling down.
Porchay kisses his forehead. “They don't need to know if you prefer…Kimmy…?”
“Kimmy?” He looks at him with disgust.
“Kimmy.” Porchay smiles softly, caressing his cheek.
“Well…Kimmy then…” Kimhan sighs, showing a fake annoyance Porchay can read through. He slides closer and jump on Porchay’s mouth without any warning. Pushing on his body, making him fall on his back and devouring those lips. The king grab Kimhan's hair and play with it in a really indecent way, trying to translate with his hands what he is burning under. Kimhan's mouth is strong and has such an intensity that those moans are getting louder and louder and Porchay feels that their bodies only yearn to be closer and closer.
When Kimhan pulls out, his eyes are shining and his breath is loud.
“Wooo…that's you…craving…” Porchay breathes loudly, feeling hot and mesmerised by those kissed.
Kimhan nods cutely before leaning his head against Porchay’s chest and a low pur can be heard. The king caresses his hair slowly and melts under this interaction. He needs to stand up, he needs to go, but he is happy to be able to have this type of rest before. Some more minutes here won't do anything at all, and he knows that even for Kimhan, having to hear everything that happened might be exhausting.
He feels reassured that he can bring some comfort to him, even if he isn't sure at all about their relationship now.
And when Twinkle joins them, leaning against Porchay’s cheek and purring his own domestic cat way, he feels that he is complete with the man he surely has something for and the cat he loves like his child.
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Porchay opens the door of Porsche’s room, nodding to the guards in front of it and smiling when he sees Kinn curled up on himself just next to him. The hybrid-cat sits up, still keeping his boyfriend’s hand in his own.
“Hi…” Kinn whispers.
“Did you sleep well?” The king asks, realising that this question is surely not the best but he has not anything to say anymore.
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🐈⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️
Hayran Kurgu🐈⬛ Kimhan Theerapanyakul, third son of the hybrid cats kingdom, is going to live with Porchay Kittisawat, second son of the human kingdom. They made this deal, not as a real marriage but as a political strategy to be ally and to soothe their popul...
