✨️Porchay is a math teacher who is wearing clothes considered as feminine for society. He has to face the rejection of some people, making him move out from schools✨️
He is beginning at a new place where the students are in a complicated environment...
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“Babe…you're too cute.” Kim pouts, kissing his cheeks while back hugging him in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
“But you're the cutest saying that I am cute.” Porchay giggles, turning around. “You're not even wearing your t-shirt.” He sighs, putting his hands on his waist and kissing his toeless chest.
“What are you doing?”
“I am making you wear my love.”
“That's not fair!” Kim screams, engulfing him in his arms.
“You can't digest my love?”
“It might digest me before everything else. I am melting…”
Porchay giggles, kissing his cheek.
Kim pulls away, sliding his hands on his boyfriend's bruises which are only beginning to fade away. He furrowed his eyebrows.
“P’Kim, don’t do that face.” He pots, cupping it softly.
“I can only do that face when I see you like this…” He sighs, hugging him tightly. “I love you so much, it feels like I can’t protect you from that pain and I don't like this.”
“Of course you can.” Porchay smirks. “You can kiss them and-” He gasps when his boyfriend just carry him in his arms, and puts him delicately on the bed. “I didn’t even finish talking.” He laughs.
“I am always willing to kiss your pain away.” He smiles widely.
Kim brushes his lips over the first bruise, kissing it with such a gentleness that Porchay is immediately feeling a heat reaching his cheeks. He is being cared for with so much tenderness and love. His boyfriend just moves to the next bruise, close to his hips, kissing it with the same strength, enough to make him feel that it happens but not to make him feel any pain. Kim pulls up his t-shirt, kissing his belly where there is no bruises at all.
“P’Kim!There is nothing here!”
“There is you and this is enough.” He smiles back, earning a grumpy expression from the boy. “What?”
Porchay suddenly turns them around, surprising a gasping Kim who looks adorable. The boy bites his lips, diving into Kim’s neck and giving him soft kisses.
“What what for?” Kim asks, his voice showing how high he feels after those lips on his skin.
“You deserve to be cherished too. I want to always show you how much I love you, how much I want to make you happy.” He whispers, between his kisses.
