White Tulips and Daisies

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Build rested his back on the head board. He tugged on Wichapas' hair as he matched the kiss. Wichapas' hand started to roam on his leg, lifting the hem of the robe. Build moaned when his fingers grazed on his inner thigh. He pulled the other's hair harder. In a swift motion, Wichapas moved Build on his lap, legs circling Wichapas' waist. Build's back remained on the headboard of the bed, lips never leaving each other. Wichapas threw away the towel that serves as his only cover. Build gasped when Wichapas left his lips, getting as much air as possible.

"You didn't even have underwear, baby." Wichapas rested his forehead to his, fingers roaming around his waist to his inner thighs.

"I have no extra." Build managed to answer, eyes closed and heaving breath.

"Look at me." He whispered, breath fanning Build's face.

Build slowly opened his eyes, only to meet golden rimmed eyes, looking at him like a hungry wolf but in control.

"Do you want it?" Wichapas asked.

Build blushed. He dropped his face on Wichapas's shoulder and nodded. The man laughed. The sound from his chest vibrated and travelled on chest but it hit the most down there.

"No need to be shy, my love. I'll give it to you tonight…" Wichapas cupped his head and turned him to his face. "And for the rest of your life."

Wichapas divided into his neck, licking the scent gland. Build almost screamed. That tease will kill him. His belly is aching in need. His body is as hot as a fever. His mind is clouded. His sight was red.

Only Wichapas can make him feel this way.

Slowly, Wichapas left small red marks on his neck before grabbing his waist and lifting him a bit to sit properly on his groin. Wichapas groaned in pleasure as Build gasped for air. He didn't even enter him but the sensation is almost the same. Skin to skin, they are both lost in paradise. Build scratched Wichapas' back with his nails, seeking support. A few more grinds and they are both gasping for air. Wichapas suddenly pushed away, enough to speak to him properly. He opened his palm on Build's lips.

"I don't have a lube. Spit."

Build's eyes widened. He almost fainted from what he heard.  Wichapas saw the conflict in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed his forehead. "I promised to take care of you. I'll make it as gentle as possible. Do you trust me?"

Build looked at his eyes, like a child seeking assurance. A few more thoughts and he grabbed Wichapas' hand. He licked his fingers one by one and then spit on his palm. Wichapas smiled.

"Good boy."

Wichapas dived in for a hot kiss. His wet hand snaked on Build's waist and from the back, he reached his hole. Build cried. Wichapas massaged his entrance slowly. Build hid his face on Wichapas' neck, embarrassed by the noise he made. Wichapas slipped one finger, making Build squirm. After a few pushes, another one followed. Before Build knows, he's already prepared. Wichapas scooped as much precum as he could from Build and wet himself with it. Wichapas groaned. The feeling of his own palm felt heaven but he can't wait to go to paradise. After a few strokes, he positioned himself on Build's entrance.

"Ready?" He asked in Build's red ears.

"Just….just…." Build can't form a sentence. He is so drowned in pleasure. So, he just tapped Wichapas' shoulder to give him a go signal.

Wichapas laughed again, and the vibration went straight to Build's belly. Embarrassment and annoyance creeping in. Wichapas didn't make him wait for long. Slowly, he sunk Build to him. Build threw his head back, hitting the headboard with a thud, eyes rolled back. Wichapas immediately grabbed his head for protection.