Forget Me Not

A Warm Welcome

Each touch of Sarawat's lips ignited a burst of energy within him. Every kiss made Tine forget the past and experience a new, exhilarating sensation that left him trembling for more.

Tine's inner thighs were becoming increasingly inflamed and raw as Sarawat's member moved slowly in and out of him. The sensation made him shudder with an agonizing mix of pleasure and need. Sarawat's hand roamed to the side of Tine's body, his thumb teasing the tiny bud on his chest before gliding down to his hips. He folded one of Tine's legs around him, thrusting deeply into uncharted territory. Tine arched his back, trying to intensify the heat, but each thrust hit the spot with unerring accuracy, striking that pulsing flesh deep inside him with more vigor. The lube that had been applied earlier smoothed the relentless motion. Little by little, discomfort gave way to desire. Tine could feel his arousal welling up, strong and full. Sarawat heard him whimper helplessly and answered each brutal shove with a kiss.

Sarawat groaned as he felt Tine's hole tighten, his hips moving at a rapid pace. Tine closed his eyes, trying to calm his trembling limbs. His flesh stung, and his legs quivered violently as his body struggled to accommodate his lover's size.

As their lips parted, Sarawat pushed himself up slightly, his arms on either side of Tine's waist to support his weight. Their eyes met, and bright colors sparkled between them. Tine clung to Sarawat's shoulders as their hips collided, the sensation torturously delightful. Tine's moans filled the living room, drowning out the sounds of their lovemaking. He could now keenly feel Sarawat inside him, his already overly sensitive flesh heightened by the relentless thrusts. All the while, Sarawat's gaze never wavered, as though he was savoring every reaction on Tine's face, committing them to memory.

"Wat... wait!" Tine gasped, a mix of confusion and fear in his voice. He was scared, yet highly aroused, acutely aware of every sensation below. He could hear Sarawat panting above him, feel the sweat on his chest beneath his fingertips as he attempted to push him away.

Sarawat caught one of Tine's hands and pinned it above his head, pushing himself balls deep inside. Tine cried out loudly, straining against their bonds and spreading his legs wider. "Ah, baby... you're almost there," Sarawat's sexy voice whispered in his ear as their tongues entwined in a passionate kiss.

Sarawat drew back again, wrapping one hand around Tine's appendage while resuming the same brutal thrusts as before. "Ohhhh... Wat!" Tine moaned, overwhelmed by the intense sensations flooding his body. Sarawat knew exactly what he was doing, wanting Tine to feel everything. He leaned forward, feasting on the bud on Tine's chest, teasing it with his tongue, and satisfying both the upper and lower parts of Tine's body.

Unable to take it any longer, Tine's eyes rolled back as he saw an explosion of colors and light like fireworks, a euphoric feeling washing over him. It felt as if he were in two places at once. Then, he heard Sarawat groan, filling him up and making a mess inside.

Silence followed their passionate encounter, broken only by the sound of their breathing. Tine's body hovered between desire and euphoria as he awaited the pleasure to subside.

"Tine?" Sarawat murmured, showering him with feathery kisses on the neck and nipping just enough to leave a mark.

Tine was breathing heavily, unable to respond at first. "Give me a moment..." he managed to say, and Sarawat obliged, caressing his body to ease the tension.

But Tine only wanted to kiss him again, and they did. Soon, he felt fresh tingles of awareness rising within him all over again. Responding to his rekindled passion, Sarawat's shaft came alive once more. Tine's insides seemed to grasp that purpose, each little tremor filling him with pure delight.

"Again?"

Sarawat raised an eyebrow. "You're one to talk," he said, his hand cupping Tine's cock. "Especially when you're as hard as I am."