Love Director [ENG]

Chapter 40: This time it's real

"Mmm, Uncle... kiss... kiss me."

"Do you like my kisses, little boy?"

"Yes, I do, I do."

The morning sunlight shone through the glass doors into the sparsely furnished living room, revealing a slender young man lying on a large sofa. His face was flushed, eyes red and swollen, lips puffed from the constant kisses given since the kitchen and now stopping here.

Unable to continue to the bedroom due to their heated bodies, the nong clung to his phi, rubbing against him, unwilling to part from the warmth. Above, his phi, dressed in only underwear, used his knee to support himself beside the slim hips, leaning down to press a kiss on the sweet lips that adorably called out for him.

Large hands roamed over the smooth chest, unable to restrain themselves. Aphros had to admit, he could hardly hold back. Paint didn't realize that asking for a kiss made his mind wander further.

The warm lips became more insistent on the soft mouth, a tongue slipping in to taste the innocent response. The clumsy kiss from the less experienced made the seasoned one nearly lose his mind. Paint tried to suck his tongue, the more his hands squeezed and kneaded the blushing flesh.

Aphros asked himself when was the last time he desidered someone that much. The answer was always the same: a long time ago. But how many times had that kid made him nearly lose control?

His thoughts strayed as he brushed the beautiful hair off the forehead and moved his hand to the nape to tilt the nong's head back, making the kiss more comfortable. Paint was irresistibly adorable, always responding willingly to whichever direction he was led.

"Mmm, phi..."

The sharp face nestled into the white neck, the warm tongue licking the bite mark left from last night, making the one below shiver. The watery eyes looked both vulnerable and tempting, making the older man's hands grip the slender shoulders.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Paint replied in a whisper, making the listener unable to resist kissing up from the neck, over the Adam's apple, to the chin. The innocent reactions were too enticing.

"Are feeling unwell again, Paint?" Aphros teased him, even though he was also close to losing control.

But the most important thing was not to scare his nong. The question made Paint blush deeply. "You too."

Sometimes Aphros was shocked by that nong's ignorance. The one who fumbled around his stomach found the same need, and when he did, he stammered, his voice and hands trembling, not knowing what to do next. That unskilled touch was more torturous than anything an experienced person could do.

"I'm old now. Don't drive me crazy."

Paint's eyes looked up, uncomprehending as usual. Aphros sometimes wanted to ask why he was so quick to understand everything else but knew nothing about sex matter. But it was good; he wanted to teach him, to show Paint how intimate and close love could be. Only he would do that.

"Me?"

But the one who said that continued to touch over the soft pants.

"Enough." Aphros said, pulling the hand back to his shoulder.

"But.."

"Focus here. Tell me what you like or don't like." The phi wasn't giving in easily, wanting the nong to be the happiest.

So, his face moved down to the smooth white chest again, nose nuzzling the fragrant skin, grazing the pink nipple, making the little one grip his shoulders tightly.