Forget Me Not

Espionage and Eggshells

Beautiful moans filled the room as their passion intensified. Tine had never felt in control of anything in his life. He'd always wanted to explore more with Kyle, but the man was either too confident in his abilities or too proud to acknowledge Tine's potential.

As Tine rode Sarawat with fierce intensity, he felt an incredible sense of power and joy. With Sarawat's fingers gripping his hips and their bodies moving together, each thrust deep and forceful, Tine reveled in a feeling of complete dominance.

"Uhh... I'm close..." Tine bit his lower lip, his hands resting on Sarawat's chest as he moved his hips in a wild rhythm. Since they were on the sofa, Sarawat encouraged him to let go as often as he wanted. "Don't you dare go soft on me!"

Sarawat couldn't help but chuckle at Tine's adorableness; it hardly felt like a threat. But damn, he loved how wild Tine was in bed. It was hard to believe such a young man could possess this untamed side, just waiting to be unleashed. He watched with delight as Tine threw his head back, eyes closed and moaning loudly in ecstasy. Sarawat's body shimmered with sweat and Tine's release, but witnessing him like this only heightened his desire. It was never enough.

"Shit..."

Hearing Sarawat curse, Tine opened his eyes and locked onto him. This time, he began to gyrate his hips with a rhythm and speed that drove his partner wild. Sarawat trembled, his expression reflecting Tine's earlier passion, his nails digging into Tine's hips as he let out a deep, guttural groan, surrendering to the moment.

"Ohh..." Tine shuddered as he felt Sarawat's cum inside. Hot like fire. It felt as if his inside was scorching and as he raised his hips and eased off of him, he let it dripped out of his ass. Panting hard, he lay down on Sarawat's side and draped his body over his. Sarawat welcomed him with open arms, his chest was heaving too.

"Wow... I didn't know you could do that."

Tine chuckled, lifting himself slightly to kiss Sarawat's face and neck. "You don't know me well enough."

"True," Sarawat replied with a smile, pecking Tine's nose. "You're right."

"I'm always right."

"And you always will be."

Tine gazed deeply into Sarawat's eyes, both of them overwhelmed with emotion. "I'll only share this with you."

"Damn right, you will." Sarawat's expression was fierce, but kindness shone in his eyes. His hands gently cupped Tine's hips and ass, massaging him lightly to help him relax after everything. "So, this Mil... how long have you known him?"

Tine was taken aback by the turn their conversation had taken. He wanted to share more sweet moments with Sarawat, but he needed to respect his concerns. "I've known him since sophomore year in college. Back then, he was the university's playboy hottie, dating everyone---girls and boys alike. When I became a campus crush and he learned about my sexual orientation, he started pursuing me, asking me out."

"And you never went out with him? Not even once?"

"Not at that time, no. Our first date was just a few days ago. I felt guilty for making him chase me like a lost puppy, but I assumed he'd stop once I started dating Kyle. I never expected he'd be waiting for me to break up with him."

Persistent. That was Sarawat's thought. He hadn't met this Mil yet, but he could already sense he'd dislike him as much as he hated himself for lying to Tine about his real job. Still, he convinced himself it was for Tine's protection. Yet, that reasoning felt shaky. What was he even thinking? It didn't change the fact that he was still lying and continuing to do so. He knew he needed to find a way to tell Tine subtly, especially since P'Dim had no intention of returning the Renault case to their team. Who knew where that idiot was? Sarawat doubted Thierry Renault had the courage to confront them.