MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

Do You Want Him?

 ...The pulse between my legs is strong. By provoking both physical and psychological torture, for I can feel he feels it the same way as I do. 

 The feeling of knowing that anything bothers him is very bitter for me. And I know I can make the world turn counterclockwise just so the agony fades from his eyes. Those eyes that face me. Generous eyes, black, deep as wells of oil burning with desire and ... doubt.

I can not define what is more present: desire or doubt.

His thighs around my hip make me sure his groin is like a magnet and I'm metal. Or I am the magnet and he the metal, whatever, after all. And those eyes, ah those eyes ... when I say "generous" is both in the sense of "someone who gives" and of size. Large round eyes that contrast with my "Chinese style"

I long to soak in this oil well so much ... DAMN! I remembered Samara Morgan in The Ring and now I'm almost giggling.

-What? He exclaims. "Are you mocking my question and me?" "Previously between doubt and desire, now his eyes flash with sudden anger. He squirms trying to unravel. –GET OUTTA FROM ABOVE ME ...!

But I'm faster or I just have longer, longer legs. I prick his thighs with my hands forcing them to clamp even closer to my hip. I need to stop thinking about movies at a time like this. I need to demand concentration or I'll ruin everything ... again.

"Your question was so misplaced that I thought it was just your joke to relax. I comment smiling on my side. He stares at me without a hint of comedy. Did not work. Tactical change.

"But ... if you ask too much, I'll respond with pleasure. -He's attentive, I swallow hard. -Yes, it was good. If it had not been, we would not have repeated it a few times that month. -The one beneath me mumbles incomprehensibly and rubs his back on the bed as if seeking escape from the mousetrap, but this little "rath" didn't expect my conclusion and "FOR BUDDHA!" I hope he understands what I am about to say.

I change my voice into a soft tone I would never use outside of this context, or it would be forever mocked.

-"But your question was" did you like it, didn't you? -This time my tone is more monotonous, making fun of the words he used, somehow demonstrating how absurd they are.

A truly risky to use this tone, but I think I like danger. He stares into my eyes one by one, like seeking truth in every spoken word. So I take it that he is "all ears" and I approach him, letting him feel my breath on his chin.

."If it was the case, I'd do repeat, there's where I would be, not here. -To make it clear that the" here "is about him, I kiss his chin with exaggerated devotion, I admit.

He blocks his own breath. I do not know if I'm to realize he's about to sigh or not want to smell me. I am aware that the perfume I use is wonderful. I'm not modest. My profession requires me to understand my own looks and choose a nice fragrance is included in it.

"You're the one who seems to keep thinking about him even when it's me here covering you like that beastly blanket you carry everywhere." -I say pointing my head to the green moss-covered blanket with yellow polka dots that is spread in the chair next to the desk. -I'm starting to think it was him you wanted to be with. Thats why you are still curious about what it was like to attend those "lands".

"Don't create stories, Phiravich! -He replies, narrowing his eyes. -"You're accusing me of stealing your boyfriend and snubbing my tight blanket. So dared... -how can someone in a position of passivity can be so grumpy, lol?

-You're cocky and smug. You do not even know if he still wants ya and ...

-"He's not my boyfriend, fuc ..." -I calm down before losin' mind. Deep breath.

-"Is your implied real insecurity or are you trying to excite me even more?"

-I mention kissing him. He closes his eyes, but I keep mine open. Realizing that nothing touched his lips, he reopened, confused. I smile and speak staring his mouth, so complaining and begging.

-"What if we deal something?" -I do not expect him to answer. - "You try hard to prove you do not want him, non for curiosity. And I try harder to show that I don't want to go back there. That all what I want is here, na Krap? -I could just wait for the answer or pick it straight into his mouth, the words on his tongue. But he deserves to be teased as much as he has already teased me (thisweek). 

 -"Right here" ... -I add as I squeeze the member from inside his sweatpants.

He's as "choked up" as I am. I admire his ability to hold such a chatter while his little friend calls for help there. Okay, at the moment it does not look that small. ...

He squeezes his lips, moistening them. Lil' Demon! He can tease...

-Krapom. -He finally responds. In a slight smile.

Anyone who saw this smile would see innocence. Whoever was not aware of our situation in the lower belly, could swear that Rathavit Kijworalak is the cutest creature in humanity. How many mistakes a single smile can carry ... Here I am rambling again ... Then the kiss.

I am fortunate to respond. It gives way to our languages ​​to play. I leave one hand on his right thigh and the left landing on his cheek. I can not say I won that round. In the end, it is he who wins, always HIM. 

ALWAYS RATHAVIT