You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 21

"Did you beat someone again?" Khaotung said, sitting on his lap while wrapping a bandage around his knuckles. He didn't dared to tell the boy it was him punching wall.

"How can you call yourself a boss? Look at this, it's bruised so badly," Khaotung complained. But First just smiled, putting his hand on his hips and looking at him, then bringing his face close to Khaotung's.

"Stop talking," he said before pressing his lips against Khaotung's.

Khaotung wrapped his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, feeling the hot sensation of their touch when his phone started to ring. First glanced over as Neo's name popped up on the screen, then turned the phone screen on the table without breaking the kiss.

He smirked between the kiss, squeezing his butt cheeks with the same hand Khaotung had just bandaged for him. However, the phone kept ringing. Khaotung paused and broke the kiss.

"I need to take this," he said. First rolled his eyes, cursing Neo inside his head. Khaotung picked up his phone, pressed his thumb to the green icon, and held his phone up to his ear.

"Neooo!!" he says with a high-pitched voice.

"What took you so long and what's wrong with your voice?" Neo says from the other line. First was pinching his nipples, and Khaotung was glaring at him to stop, but First just grinned at him.

"Nothing," he says, clearing his throat and grabbing First's hand to stop.

"I was busy," he says slowly.

"Busy with what? Well, whatever. What are you doing right now? I'm going to pick you up." Khaotung groans at First's tongue on his neck trailing. First was not going to stop even when Khaotung was holding his hand; he likes to play with Khaotung.

"Dude, are you listening?" Neo spoke, and Khaotung shuddered as First continued with the teasing, licking his neck to his sweet sensitive spot behind his ear.

"Yeah, I'm listening, wait," Khaotung replied back with his shaky voice, pulling the phone away from his ear and whispering.

"Stop it," Khaotung demanded, pressing on his wrist. "Keep talking," First whispered and continued what he was doing.

"Yeah, what were you saying?" Khaotung asked, grabbing First's hair, almost pulling and tilting his head, trying so desperately to keep himself together.

"The fuck? Are you even listening? I said I'm picking you up. I'm close to your place already."

"Okay," Khaotung says without listening to Neo. He didn't hear a damn word Neo said because of First, he hung up on his friend, threw the phone, and bit on his lower lip, clenching at the sensation, but First didn't stop.

"Are you for rea..." Khaotung says, annoyed but was cut off by First's lips. The boy was already melting from First's touch. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue inside, feeling First's long, hot tongue and how nicely it was brushing against his own. The way Khaotung grinds against First's pants and gasps a little sound when First bit his lower lip.

First lifted Khaotung while kissing him and sitting him on the desk to level his head and both arms on each thigh of Khaotung. As Khaotung spreads his legs, pulling First between his legs. They break the kiss, First grins and pushes Khaotung's chest onto the table, his head touching the wooden desk.

Khaotung looks at him with heavy breathing and wets his lips. Khaotung lies there as First sucks on his cleavage and his fingers knot in the taller one's silky hair. He was so addicted First's every move, every touch every breath it falls on his skin.

"Mmmm" he moans as First continued tasting him while he lays there like a jelly, eyes close with a satisfied smile on his face.

Khaotung stopped altogether and arches his back, his fingers tightening in taller man hair as First bit on his waist tattoo harshly, then started licking the bite mark as if it was going to heal like this. First glanced at the boy and grinned, his face going down to his pants and putting his finger between his pants and the skin, trying to lower the fabric while he licks down to the exposed waist.