MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

37 Star Wars

It's the end of the afternoon of a Friday like all the others. But for two kids who just walked into one of their rooms, it's different. No relaxing for the weekend's arrival. Otherwise, they start for a race against time. Dropping their backpacks on the floor and playing a making out session worthy of +18 websites.

Both take turns who presses and who is pressed against the wall, or rather, to the walls.

-Fuck! Ain't no way to...

Phiravich who is the tallest boy gives a slight push on the other who grumbles contradicted.

-Calm down. Goddamn. Are you possessed?

He pulls up his own blouse with dexterity. Revealing his chest. To what the other protests.

-What do ya think?! That damn car... Hm.

Rathavit Kijworalak is the definition of incoherent speech. He can't formulate his phrase and his hands pull Phiravich's, forcing them to grab his waist and press his limb. He sticks his tongue sharply in the mouth of the tall in complete despair to make the kiss even more profound than the previous one.

Phiravich feels without air. Although he's excited, he has the impression that the other is going to have a heart attack. Worrying.

Rathavit is moaning between lips, tongue and teeth. A mess. But his claws prevent any space or escape. His fingers are oppressive in the hair strands of Phiravich. He can easily rip the scalp off.

-It's... Wait...

Phiravich manages to ping a command with their lips still glued together. He pulls out his hands from the waist and effortlessly unpluck the mouth that devours him.

-I... I...-Rathavit seems to wake up from the psychotic break. -It's all that car's fault. -he's panting and moaning to be pitiful. -Promise me we'll never catch him again, na.

Phiravich cannot avoid laughing at the expression of the boy's agony. Although he knows exactly what he's talking about, he's going to force him to speak with all the letters. This is as exciting as the situation itself.

-What's that? -he asks pretending to be perfectly confused. -You're not talking about anything, baby.

-How could you not? Weren't you feeling the Uber shaking? That drives me with a crazy boner!

Phiravich feels his own limb going wild while listening so explicitly.

-So it's the transport fault? Nothing to do with me? Oh, jeez.

Phiravich knows the exact sensation of having his body preparing for such a specific activity, however, in places that are not suitable. Here is the marvel of the relationship between two people of the same genre: the identification of feeling. The same desperate feeling.

-Oouch... Don't play the needy now. You know it gets worse when we have to sit so close to who...

Rathavit doesn't want to talk. He's not going to talk. He's attacking the mouth again, making his saliva splash with the shock.

Phiravich, in turn, decides to groan the boy's back under his blouse. As he imagined, the skin is feverish and starting to bathe. If he doesn't do anything, the boy will melt on the floor of his room. He caresses until he reaches the belt and starts to loosen. This is perhaps the only way to make Rathavit slow the kiss. Helping him pull his pants off himself. Quickly she's on the ground. He holds on to Phiravich's shoulders while the other takes off his sneakers and so manages to get him out of his pants completely. Rathavit, not content, raises his own blouse and removes it simply because the upper part of his body is needing both the breeze and the bottom.

Phiravich hadn't had that vision in almost a week. Now Rathavit is only wearing black socks, highlighting the very clearest skin. But his limb is reddish. He's definitely a lot crazier than the other time. For this, he has come to know very well what he wants. But it's not just him who's in a flaming anxiety...

-I don't know if I can wait for you today. Let's settle at the same time, shall we?

-How's that?

Rathavit asks euphoric.

And Phiravich spins the short by making him turn his back on him. He feels the soft butt of Rathavit and that's Maddening.

-No! Not this way...

Rathavit exclaims and is attacked by a kiss that turns into a hickey on the neck.

-Are you sure? Are you disgusted?

Phiravich rubs his hard limb on the back clockwise, providing a double massage between his scrotum and the boy's coccyx.

-That's not it at all. I...

-Because I love it. Let's do this. Let's go? You gonna love it.

Phiravich uses a tone between threat and cuddling. But Rathavit does not define, for he cannot see his face.

-You promised, Phiravich. You promised ya'd be patient and...

-Yeah, I know. Hm... But so hottie...

Phiravich Mumbles hiding his own head in the lower back of the neck. Not stopping rubbing. Rathavit doesn't exactly feel excitement about being cherished in that position. It's uncomfortable and weird. Not to mention a little humiliating. But now he knows why Phiravich stated that listening to his groans was a great "Live content ". He, Rathavit, is beginning to feel the same. Listening that tall boy's voice get tricky touching him with so much despair is highly aphrodisiac. There's no excuse for something that "christened the meal." Phiravich is just an aphrodisiac in high and low grades. And in velvet as a voice, he could sell ice in Antarctica.

-I imagine. Hm... I'm sorry... I don't want to torture ya and...

-Relax, baby.

Rathavit involuntarily completes the phrase in his mind

"Relax that fits"

He feels the chills just for the idea to run through his veins. The shiver is noticed by the other.

-Am I scaring you?

Phiravich asks by stopping the massage.

-Uhum.

Rathavit just grumbles. A tearful tone he can't hold.

"He thinks I will abuse... Oh no. Again this s..."

Phiravich remains just hugging his back. And whispers in his ear.

-a bit of Star Wars then. You up for it?

Rathavit turns his head making it stick to the chin of the other.

-What the devil?

Phiravich smiles.

-I thought that Darth Vader bow tie You presented to me was an explicit suggestion.

Rathavit laughs and it relaxes him lightly.

-I've heard about it, but...

-Well. He loves being "unclued".

Phiravich mocks and gives a deep blow to the neck served as a dessert.

-But does that make cum?

Rathavit takes courage and asks.

-Do you like the idea of trying with me?

-Yes.

Rathavit, trying not to be rude, untwist the hug. And look into Phiravich's eyes with conviction.

-I want to find out if this works.

Implicitly or not. He's thinking that "I want to try everything with you" would fit well in the situation.

But this assertion is too loaded and the fear of letting "his own in vogue" is still present.

Phiravich pulls him into another kiss and talks between lips.

-Come. Let's put these light sabers to shine...

And then drags him around the waist to the armchair next to the balcony.