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Chapter 7

(chat from Mix's POV)

"Silly." Earth let out an exasperated sigh when he finally hung up on the bank employee after three very frustrating phone calls. It wasn't the first time he had to explain the bank he wasn't being fraudulent. Surprisingly, the 'it's just my partner being mad at me' sentence was always met with an understanding laugh, and they quickly unblocked the card again.

Curious what the purchase was, Earth opened the app to check his bank account. It was a singular purchase in Cartier store in the higher triple digits; not that it would ever hurt his wallet, he spoiled Mix way beyond that, but it was almost cute how, whenever Mix wanted revenge, he would spend a little too much.

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"I told you, I just forgot." First groaned. He tossed his backpack down by the door and cracked his neck, already annoyed by his boyfriend's raised voice. "You don't need to be yelling at me the second I get home."

"I'm. Not. Yelling." Khao said irritated, his foot tapping the floor. "I'm just annoyed. You always do this. You always promise things, and then don't keep your word."

"It's just lunch; you're overreacting." First sighed. "We can still go."

"No we can't. The reservation was at 3; it's past 5. I have to go to work." Khao grabbed First's backpack to fish out his empty lunch box. There was a smell of weed coming from the bag's fabric but not from First's shirt, and he grumpily headed to the kitchen to wash the lunchbox. "I just wanted...nevermind."

"Babe, come on..." First pressed his body against Khao's from behind, his voice whiny. "I'm sorry. I can cook for you now, hm?" He kissed Khaotung's neck softly. "Forgive me, na?"

"I already ate, I'm not hungry anymore." Khao placed the lunchbox on a drying rack. He was still grumpy, but his boyfriend's touch seemed to mellow him just a little and he turned around, kissing First on the lips.

"But I haven't eaten yet..." First said with a hint of seductiveness in his voice as he lifted Khao's shirt and hooked a finger behind a waistband of his shorts.

"Right here?" They weren't strangers to an out-of-bedroom sex, the living room floor was especially one of his favourites, but they've never done it in the kitchen. "First-"

"Shush." First pecked him on the lips before moving down and kneeling on the floor and taking Khao in the mouth.

Khao let out a soft sigh and buried his hand in First's hair as he leaned back against the counter. First didn't give him head that often, he was always reluctant to do so even if he frequently enjoyed being on the receiving end himself.

Close to climax Khao moved his hand, pulling the sleeve of First's shirt off his shoulder to touch him, only to see a couple of red marks on his shoulder blade and nape; a place he wouldn't have seen if he let First fuck him.

"Wait..." Khao pushed against First's shoulder. He slipped out of his mouth with a strip of drool dripping against his naked thigh, and slowly covered himself back up, his hands shaking.

"What's wrong?" First stood up. "Babe-"

"Who are you fucking?" Khao run a hand through his hair in frustration; his arousal already gone.

"Huh?" First feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about? You know I only have you."

"Bullshit." Khao scoffed. "You've been coming home with hickeys for weeks. Half the time you smell of weed. In the morning you had your jacket on, and now...you probably left it at his place. Who is it?"

"Khao, don't be ridiculous-"

"You're not gonna gaslight me, I'm not an idiot." Khao could feel his voice beginning to tremble. "I just hoped you would come clean. What am I doing wrong here? I love you, I would do anything for you. Why are you cheating one me..." His voice finally cracked.

First wiped his mouth and let out an exasperated sigh. "I just think sometimes, you're a bit much."

Khao gulped. "Then go find less."

(chat from Khaotung's POV)