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Kim stood on the wooden porch of their private hotel room, leaning against the railing as he gazed out at the picturesque Japanese garden.
The snow falling in delicate flakes, blanketing the greenery in a serene white glow.
The soft crunch of footsteps in the snow drew his eyes to Porchay, who wandered through the garden with wide eyes and unrestrained delight.
Porchay wore a midnight blue kimono with white patterns, the traditional outfit hugging his slender frame perfectly.
The belt accentuated his small waist, and the way fabric flowed over his long legs made Kim's heart race.
He couldn't stop staring.
Porchay twirled under the falling snow, his laughter echoing softly in the stillness.
His joy was contagious, and Kim found himself smiling, his chest tight with gratitude.
How did he get so lucky to have someone like Porchay in his life.
But then, a gust of wind swept through the garden, causing Porchay's kimono to flutter.
Kim's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of exposed skin beneath the thin fabric.
The milky flesh glistening where wet snow patches had clung to it.
Kim's mind blanked.
Porchay was naked underneath.
"Fuck, Chay" he let's out.
The realization hit him like a freight crash and every coherent thought vanished, replaced by a heat that pooled low in his stomach, Sending signals to his Cock.
He gripped the railing tightly, his breathing uneven as he tried to wrestle his gaze away But he couldn't.
Porchay was mesmerizing, utterly unaware of the effect he was having.
Kim's trance was broken by the sharp sound of a sneeze.
"Ahchoo!" Porchay sniffled, rubbing his nose and shivering slightly.
Concern flooded Kim's chest, and he snapped into action.
In an instant, he was walking across the garden, his earlier thoughts replaced with worry.
He reached Porchay and scooped him up effortlessly like a gentleman, holding him close to shield him from the cold.
"Phi!" Porchay yelped, startled, wrapping his arms around Kim's neck. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Kim growled, his voice low and stern as he carried Porchay back toward the porch.
"What are you doing, walking around in the snow wearing nothing under your kimono?"
