A Book Called Desire

I. Where It Begins

The night is as boring as it can get for Eakasit Chaimongkon.

Nothing new. Expensive booze. Pretty girls. Pretty boys. Loud music. The twirling smoke of cigarettes. Devilish substances that make colors sing and sound dance.

Boring.

"Why are we here again?" he asks Ash who is standing and watching the dance floor with great undivided attention. A girl grips his chin before Ash replies, she looks like one of those idol girls with C-size breasts. Hot wet kisses are performed. A hand roams his body talentedly.

His dick doesn't even twitch.

He moves out of the sofa and stands beside his best friend. "What are you looking at?" When Ash doesn't answer yet again, he follows the line of Ash's eyes and finds two boys. One with a soft tan skin with a softer look on his face. One with a stunning face, even his baby-fat cheeks couldn't hide his beauty.

That, he, catches his attention.

"Who is he?" he asks.

"Which one?" Ash answers, finally.

"The straight hair one."

"Macau Theerapanyakul. V's brother."

Kai's face scrunches. "Isn't he still a baby?" Kai remembers when Vegas had to pick up his elementary student brother. What year was that?

"He's 19, Kai." Ash sounds tired. Probably is. Ash works almost nonstop as they are intended to build their empire, away from their parent's money. They can almost taste the success now. Almost. They are greedy people, they want more than what normal people want.

Kai couldn't look away.

Imagine that.

The boy laughs, his head thrown back. Kai finds himself smiling. He wants to know what the boy talks about with his friend which makes him move his hand animatedly.

A girl comes with a shot drink in her hand. She whispers something to the boy of his interest at the moment. He nods. The drink dumps rather unceremoniously on the girl's top half of her chest. The boy proceeds to lick it.

It's hot but Kai feels his blood boils with it.

The boy laughs again before the girl kisses him vehemently. His hands curl up to a ball.

Ash suddenly moves, going downstairs for some reason. Kai doesn't stop him like he wants to. His eyes can let go of the little Theerapanyakul. But when the girl slips her hand on the boy's T-shirt, his feet move too.

He moves among moving bodies. People call him left and right, but he ignores them. Not now. They are not important. What lies ahead is more urgent. He has to hurry.

Faster. Faster.

Then he stops.

He pries away the girl from his boy, all tentacle hands and a blurred face. He turns his boy around.

"There you are," he whispers.

God, he's beautiful. Drunk, but still breathtaking.

The boy frowns and clearly doesn't know him or understand what he is talking about. To be honest, neither does Kai. But he feels it fits. His boy, he fits. With something. Everything.

His red lips are just begging for a kiss, so he does just that. His lips press that plump lips. Sucks. Licks. Begging without words for his boy to open up.

When he finally does, Kai sighs a relieved shaky breath.

He is hardening.

This is crazy.

As his tongue explores, his boy sucks the tip, making him moan.

This just won't do.

He takes his hand and almost drags him away with how fast he walks. "No, my bag," his boy says.

Fuck. Even his voice is perfect.

Kai is a patient man, but right now that patience is scarce in his mind. But he nods and lets the boy take him to his private table and grab his bag.

After that, the fast walk resumes. He takes out his phone, barking orders to his driver, before taking Macau to his side. His hands slide to Macau's waist, tucking him closer.

When they are finally outside, Kai searches for Macau's lips again. Kissing. Devouring. Breaking boundaries.

All his head does is chant 'Let me in, let me in' and 'Now, now'.

His boy is a Theerapanyakul. Vegas's baby brother. Should thread carefully, he knows. But right now, he just doesn't care. His family has a name of their own and as far as he knows, they are on par with The Theerapanyakul.

He wants Macau. All else be damn.

He doesn't want the usual back alley sex rituals. Nor the private bathroom and exclusive room for VIPs up there.

No.

His boy is fit for all things soft, fragrant, and expensive.

When they are finally inside the darkroom of his car, the kissing doesn't stop. It goes wilder. Hotter. Blowing minds.

Macau is on his lap, grinding. He tries to create friction. Delicious ones. When Kai tries to stop him by griping his hips, he whines.

Fuck.

"Sorry, Baby, not here. Just wait for a moment, ok? We'll soon get there."

He then tells his driver to move faster. They get to the hotel and all becomes a blur.

Kai remembers the sound of their hurried steps, muffled by the plush carpet. Remember the adventure that his mouth, all tongues, and teeth, has on that perfect soft skin. Remember the feeling when they finally become one, all hot and tight and losing the ability to think. Remember all the moans, all the begings, all the sighs and relieved breaths. Remember the faces that Macau's make under, above, and beside him.

He remembers it all.

When he opens his eyes the next morning, and he sees Macau sprawling inelegantly across the bed, he smiles. He kisses the shoulder of his lover before ordering breakfast and heading to the shower. He has an early meeting he can't get out of. He hopes that when he comes back (he plans to cut the meeting as short as possible), Macau will still be here.

No guarantee, though.

He knows that there is a possibility that he is gone, but when he can't find Macau everywhere after his meeting, he still fouls his mouth with a string of colorful cursory.