OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

KIMCHAY DAILY LIFE #3 [R-18]

Kim was always shirtless around their apartment, so what is the sense of owning shirts? Unless you have a boyfriend like Chay who prefers wearing them to his own.

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Kim always wonders why his shirts end up in the laundry when he barely wears them around the house. He prefers being shirtless as it gives him more freedom to move and he wasn't really a big fan of Thailand heat. Also, he often wears fitted clothes at his gigs and events. Being shirtless makes him breathe comfortably.

One time, he saw his boyfriend doing household work with his shirt on. He was sitting by the sofa and watching some TV show while Chay was doing some chores. "Is that my shirt?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

Chay briefly glanced at him before focusing back on his work, "Yeah. I've been wearing them for a couple of weeks. Didn't you notice?" he said.

Kim tilted his head and hummed softly. Chay paired Kim's shirt with a short-fitted boxer. His plump ass peeking underneath the shirt could make Kim lose his goddamned mind. Kim replied softly, "No."

"You don't wear your shirts so I did. They're way more comfortable than mine." Chay continued, not knowing that Kim had been fantasizing about him the whole time.

"Huh, is that so?" Kim softly said. His mind went haywire. All the could think about is how he will fuck the wits out of his boyfriend's mind with his shirt on. Chay looks fucking good in them. He is fucking sexy. If only Chay knew how many rounds and positions Kim had daydreamed in his mind just by staring at him. Fuck. Kim will never wear his shirts ever again.

Kim has long forgotten the TV show he was watching. There's no sense of watching anymore when his boyfriend's perfect ass was staring back at him. The view is fucking nice. Kim licked his lips as he watched Chay continue what he was doing. He doesn't know if Chay is doing it on purpose, but he kept bending over and reaching out for something causing the shirt to lift a little bit. This is granting Kim a more flawless view of Chay's flawless ass.

A soft growl emitted from Kim's throat. Fuck. He is getting hard just by looking at his boyfriend. He will surely devour him. He will make sure he will hear every pleasure sound that will come out from Chay's sweet lips. He will bend him over and pound him against the table. He will slap the shit out of that round ass until Kim could see his handprint among them. He will cover his body with hickeys and love bruises until there is no more space for him to mark Chay. Oh, Kim will fucking do it with pleasure. All of this is just because Chay is wearing Kim's shirt.

Chay—who is blissfully unaware of what's going on in Kim's mind—wonders why his boyfriend is unusually quiet today. He looked back at him and a familiar set of dark eyes were staring right at him. "What's wrong, Kim?" he asked, a little bit concerned.

Kim tilted his head to the other side and slowly shook his head, "Nothing, baby. Just enjoying the view." he said in a low tone and licked his lips once more. Fuck. Chay's thighs were so smooth and milky. He wonders how many hickeys he could mark in them.

It clicked to Chay that Kim wasn't exactly staring at him, but at his behind to be precise. "If you're going to strip me naked in your mind, I might catch a cold by now," Chay said sardonically. Kim just hummed in response, not seeming to be listening to his boyfriend. Chay rolled his eyes and turned to lean back at the table—depriving of Kim's best view he ever had, "Stop staring at my ass, Kim." he said. He finally met his boyfriend's dark and lustful gaze.

"Why? They are fucking perfect, baby." Kim whined and stood up. He walked towards Chay, his eyes never leaving his boyfriend's round orbs. He firmly gripped Chay's waist and pulled him closer to him, causing the young lad to gasp loudly. "Gosh, Chay. The things I would do to you. You are fucking sexy with my shirt on, baby." he said.

A loud whine escaped from Chay's lips as his ass received a harsh slap from his boyfriend, "K-Kim..." he whined again as he held onto Kim's arms for support. A fire instantly ignited within Chay. He mirrored Kim's stare at him; eyes full of lust and desire. He could feel Kim's hard cock against his. Oh, Chay will surely wear Kim's shirts again if this is what he will get from it.

Kim smirked as he kneaded Chay's ass, "Time for dinner, I guess." he said before pulling Chay into a hungry and aggressive kiss, devouring his boyfriend's lips as he imagined it to be.