In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

29. Shave Bet (pt. 4)

Porchay was the first to wake after an eventful night, having passed out from overstimulation while his top still had far too much energy, Mafia requires it. His lashes fluttered open, and he blinked slowly, taking in the sight of the disheveled sheets and the unmistakable stickiness clinging to his skin.

Heat rushed to his cheeks when he realized
he was still wearing the lingerie Kim had
made him put on last night.

The fabric clung to his body, rumpled and slightly out of place. Porchay tried to shift, but his movement was halted by the firm arm wrapped around his waist.

Kim's grip was secure his hand resting
possessively against Porchay's stomach
Porchay froze as an unfamiliar yet deeply
intimate sensation made him hyperaware-
Kim was still nestled inside of him, their
bodies still connected in a way that made
his breath hitch.

"I've been been cock warming for whole night!" Porchay whined.

"I am never going to sit on bike for god sake. He just. Aaghh" HiS cheeks burned as he wriggled slightly, only for Kim's arm to tighten, pulling him closer.

A soft angry gasp escaped Porchay's lips when the movement sent a faint jolt of sensation through him of pain with pleasure.

"Morning already?" Kim's deep, husky voice
rumbled against Porchay's ear, the warmth
of his breath sending shivers down his
spine.

"P-Phi Kim.." Porchay stammered, he wouldn't deny the fact that he was so into Kim's morning voice.

Kim hummed lazily, his lips grazing
Porchay's neck. "Good morning, beautiful rider," he murmured, his tone playful yet full of affection.

Without waiting for a response,
Kim pressed a soft kiss to the curve of
Porchay's neck, then another, each one
deliberate and slow.

Porchay shivered under Kim's touch, his
body tensing as Kim's lips lingered, leaving
faint marks along his skin. "Phi, you...you
can't just..." He trailed off, unsure of how to
voice his embarrassment.

"Can't just what?" Kim teased as a smirk formed.

"Hold you like this? Kiss you? Or remind you how breathtaking you looked last night?" His hand traced slow circles on Porchay's stomach, his thumb brushing against the soft fabric of the lingerie. Oh god, His shaft was wake. Again. Curse damn harmones when you have a handsomely Horny boyfriend.

Porchay bit his lip, trying to stifle the small
noises threatening to escape. "I-I need to
clean up," he managed, his voice shaky as
he squirmed again.

Kim chuckled softly, the sound vibrating
against Porchay's skin. "You're so shy in the
morning," he said, nipping gently at
Porchay's shoulder. "But you weren't so shy
last night. You were bold, Angel."

Porchay pouted his face flaming as he
buried it into the pillow. "Stop teasing me!"
he squeaked, his tone somewhere between
flustered and exasperated

Kim finally loosened his hold, letting
Porchay turn to face him. His dark eyes
glimmered with affection and a hint of
mischief. "Alright, I'l stop," he said,
brushing a stray strand of hair from
Porchay's forehead. "But only if you give me
a kiss first.

Porchay blinked up at him, his heart
thudding loudly in his chest. "Phi..." he
murmured, his voice soft.

Kim leaned closer, his nose brushing
against Porchay's. "Just one," he coaxed. "I
promise I'll behave after."

With a small, shy smile, Porchay relented
pressing a quick kiss to Kim's lips. But
before he could pull away, Kim deepened it,
his hand cradling Porchay's cheek as he
poured warmth and passion into the
moment.

When they finally broke apart,
Porchay's breath was uneven, and his
cheeks were once again flushed.

"See? That wasn't so hard," Kim said with satisfaction.

Porchay rolled his eyes, but the fondness in
his gaze was unmistakable. "You're
impossible," he muttered, finally pushing himself away from Kim and sit up, only to wince slightly at the soreness in his body.

Kim sat up beside him, his eyes softening
as he noticed Porchay's discomfort. "You
okay?" he asked, his teasing tone replaced
with concern

"I'm fine," Porchay replied, though his voice
wavered slightly.

Kim reached for him, his hand resting
gently on Porchay's back. "Next time, Don't be reckless, Okay?"

Porchay nodded, his heart swelling at the
tenderness in Kim's words. "Yes phi" he
murmured, leaning into Kim's touch.

"Good," Kim said with a smirk, pressing a
quick kiss to Porchay's temple. "Now
how about I run us a bath? I'm not letting you start the day sticky and sore. Although you look pretty while oiled up and little skirts with stockings"

Porchay smiled shyly, his embarrassment
melting into warmth as he nodded. "Phi stop being Pervert, and take me to bath.'' he said softly.
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In the evening, Porchay found himself blindfolded, with Kim guiding him carefully through unfamiliar terrain. "Where are we going?" Porchay asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

"You'll see," Kim replied cryptically, his tone laced with amusement.

After a short drive and a few steps on solid ground, they stopped. Porchay could hear faint engine roars in the distance and the hum of an electrifying atmosphere. His heart raced, a mix of anticipation and unease building in his chest.

"Just stay here," Kim said softly, steadying Porchay by his shoulders.

A moment later, another voice joined them-a man's voice, firm and professional. "Good afternoon, Khun Kimhan " he said, addressing Kim. "Congratulations on your purchase of one of the largest racing tracks in Thailand."

Porchay froze, his heart thundering in his chest. "Wait... what?" he murmured, his mind spinning.

Kim gently untied the blindfold. "Alright, you can look now."

Porchay blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sight before him. A sprawling race track lay ahead, gleaming under the evening lights, surrounded by roaring cars and speeding bikes. The sheer scale of it left him speechless.

"What is this?" Porchay whispered, his voice barely audible.

Kim smirked, his expression a mix of pride and fondness. "It's ours now," he said.

Before Porchay could process, the man in the suit stepped forward, handing him a folder. "These are the contracts and deeds. The track is now officially under your name, Khun Porchay Pichaya Kittisawasd."

Porchay's breath caught as he stared at the documents in disbelief. "Why... why would you do this?"

Kim stepped closer, his hands slipping around Porchay's waist as he leaned in to press a kiss to his temple. "Because I love you, and I don't want you risking your life in dangerous races anymore. Now, you can organize events, enjoy the thrill safely, and maybe even teach others-but no more reckless stunts. Deal?"

Porchay's eyes welled up, his lips trembling with a mixture of emotions-gratitude, love, and awe. "Kim... this is... I don't even know what to say."

Kim chuckled softly, wiping a stray tear from Porchay's cheek. "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself. That's all I want."

Porchay nodded, wrapping his arms around Kim tightly. "I promise."