Chasing Our Lost Stars [Completed]

Home Coming

Krit and Vel were now sitting in Krit’s luxurious private jet. The air inside the cabin was filled with a sense of ease and intimacy, a stark contrast to their earlier interactions. Since the night they first slept together, Krit had grown bolder, more straightforward. His confidence had blossomed, emboldening him to express his affection toward Vel without hesitation.

Krit held Vel's hand in his, his grip firm yet tender. He lazily ran his thumb along the back of Vel's hand, admiring the smooth skin. Leaning in, he began to kiss Vel’s fingers, his lips brushing softly against each one. Vel looked at him with an amused smile. He thought it was cute, how Krit had gone from his usual stern self to this playful, affectionate side.

“Krit, can you stop doing that?” Vel asked with a gentle laugh, his eyes gleaming with warmth.

“Nope,” Krit replied cheekily, not even glancing up as he continued his ministrations, planting another kiss on the tips of Vel's fingers.

Vel chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You're acting like a baby,” he teased, his tone lighthearted.

Krit smirked, his eyes darkening just a bit as he lifted his gaze to meet Vel’s. “I’m not acting like a baby, darling. Remember what you called me last night?” he whispered, his voice low and suggestive.

Vel’s face flushed immediately at the memory, his cheeks turning a rosy hue. He turned his gaze away from Krit, focusing intently on the clouds outside the window, trying to hide his embarrassment. Krit’s teasing words echoed in his mind, sending shivers down his spine. Unable to come up with a witty retort, he simply let Krit continue kissing and playing with his fingers.

Krit, noticing Vel’s flustered state, couldn’t help but smile. He loved seeing this side of Vel—the one that got caught off guard and showed his vulnerable, softer edges. Minutes passed in a comfortable silence, with Krit still indulging in holding Vel's hand and occasionally pressing a kiss against his knuckles.

Suddenly, Krit had an idea. After around ten minutes, he shifted, leaning closer to Vel. He nestled his head against Vel’s shoulder, resting it near his neck. Vel turned slightly, thinking Krit was probably feeling sleepy. With a gentle touch, he caressed Krit's face and then looked back out of the window, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

But then, he felt it. A warm, wet sensation against his neck. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what was happening. Turning his head slowly, Vel glanced at Krit. The sly look in Krit's eyes confirmed it—he wasn’t asleep at all. Instead, he was now kissing and lightly sucking on the sensitive skin of Vel’s neck, his breath hot against Vel's skin.

Vel bit his lip, a mix of surprise and excitement coursing through him. He didn’t push Krit away. Instead, he tilted his head just a bit, giving Krit full access to do as he pleased. Feeling Vel's silent permission, Krit’s movements grew bolder, his mouth trailing a path along Vel’s neck with soft, teasing licks and nibbles.

The sensation sent a wave of heat through Vel’s body. He closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the moment, surrendering to Krit’s touch. His hand found its way to Krit's hair, fingers threading through the strands as he held him close. In that private, cozy space of the jet, surrounded by nothing but the hum of the engines and the clouds outside, Krit continued his sweet torment, drawing out quiet sighs of pleasure from Vel.

Krit pulled back for a brief moment, his eyes locking onto Vel’s. “You okay with this?” he murmured, his voice husky, a smirk playing on his lips.

Vel nodded, his heart racing. “Yeah… do whatever you want,” he replied, his voice soft and breathless.

With a satisfied smile, Krit returned to his task, his lips pressing against Vel's neck with a sense of possessiveness, leaving small, invisible marks as if claiming him in the most intimate way. The two of them stayed like that, wrapped in their own bubble of desire, the world outside completely forgotten.