After uttering the word “like,” Thanapon leaned in to kiss Sailub again.
Soft touches and gentle suckling on Sailub’s lips followed, one after another.
In a slightly tipsy state, Sailub noticed his body’s reaction.
In fact, the intense kiss earlier had already stirred some response in him, but it wasn’t as obvious when he was standing.
Now, with Thanapon lifting him onto the windowsill, he had to spread his knees to accommodate Thanapon standing in front of him, making his reaction quite apparent in this position.
For adults, such reactions are perfectly normal.
However, facing Thanapon, who was ten years younger, and having just confirmed their relationship minutes ago, Sailub couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Pon,” he began, trying to sound as natural as possible, “Can you put me down first?”
But Thanapon didn’t move, lightly pressing his thumb against Sailub’s lower lip. “Why?”
His gaze remained intense, giving little away, but Sailub couldn’t shake the feeling that Thanapon was asking knowingly.
“…I’m afraid of heights, what?”
Thanapon chuckled softly, still unmoving.
“Hurry up,” Sailub urged helplessly, “I’ll jump down myself.”
“Just hold on for a moment, let me hold you for a bit,” Thanapon tightened his arms, resting his forehead against Sailub’s shoulder, “Want to go back tonight?”
“Hmm,” Sailub nodded, “Is your motorcycle downstairs?”
Thanaponi confirmed with a “yes,” then held his hand, pulling him towards the exit. “Let’s go.”
As they descended the stairs, Sailub felt like he might have been acting a bit rashly—past 3 in the morning, with rain and snow outside, leaving the warmth of the indoors to brave the cold wind didn’t seem like something he would normally do.
But he wanted to, wanted to ride the motorcycle in the dead of night and also see where Thanapon had been staying for the past month.
Arriving at the bar’s entrance, Thanapon pushed the door open, intending to lead him out, but Sailub pulled his hand away.
Thanapon paused, turning to look at him.
“Let’s not hold hands when we’re outside,” Sailub reminded, “Be careful of getting photographed.”
Previously, overwhelmed by emotions, he had completely overlooked the possibility of being photographed, but now he became cautious.
He didn’t know if his crying and hugging in the alley earlier would be captured on camera.
However, Thanapon didn’t seem concerned.
He grabbed Sailub’s hand again, clasping it tightly, and pulled him out.
“It’s fine to be photographed,” Sailub heard him say.
His fingers were held tightly, and Sailub attempted to pull away but couldn’t.
He had no choice but to let Thanapon lead him out.
As they stepped out of the bar, they realized the earlier rain and snow had completely turned into snowfall.
Snowflakes, carried by the wind, greeted them, melting instantly upon their heated faces.
On the midnight streets, a deep rumble resounded as a heavy motorcycle sped out of the alley.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
