The cupcake guy

Chapter 38 : More (m)

Arthit closed his eyes, fighting against himself as their kiss was growing harder. 

Impetuous, Kongpob's mouth was playing with his without stopping. His tongue tasted his lips, drawing wet furrows on his flesh while the eldest, like a submissive slave, opened his mouth even more to satisfy his little lion.

"Hnnnnnn... So good P'... You're... so fucking good..."

Damn it...

Arthit felt exactly the same way. His Nong's indecent kisses and whispers made him completely hooked and helpless. Kongpob was rubbing up against him with more and more boldness and urgency. His body was a blaze and Arthit could no longer hide the pleasure he took by kissing him, touching him, squeezing his hand into his, intertwining their fingers as he wanted to unite their bodies, there, right now, without waiting a single second.

He loved him... He loved him so much he was afraid of losing him. The feeling of the pastrycook's tongue, perfectly sliding on his, of his warm and moist lips slipping on his jawline, chin and clavicle made him growl like an animal. With his chaotic breathing, Arthit inhaled Kongpob's delicate cocoa scent. He bit the young man's lips before covering them with little kisses, licking the soft pulp of his mouth while the student was nothing more than moaning and unbridled words in his arms.

"P'... I... I... Hummm... love you... want you... so much..."

"Me too baby... I'm crazy about you..." The engineer replied by reinforcing his grip on Kongpob's wrist, who immediately whined with pleasure, his head sinking deeper into the pillow.

"P'Arthit... Touch me... Fast... Please... Please...."

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere... Wherever you want, but... everywhere..."

The young man's incoherence made him even more irresistible and Arthit didn't let him finish. He cut off his speech by putting his thumb on his lips, spreading them apart to kiss him more brutally. Kongpob's free hand immediately landed in his P's hair, grabbing his strands while his impatient body twisted with desire between the sheets.

"P'... More... Kiss me everywhere... Touch me... Please... I want to feel you... Now..."

Geez...

He wanted it too. But suddenly, Arthit thought back to that awful scene, that frightful moment when that son of a bitch kissed Kongpob by force before running away. He had done it violently to mark him as his own and Arthit felt boiling from the inside when he thought about it. It made him sick. Even if they loved each other, he couldn't forget that Kongpob wasn't himself right now. He was drugged. Their first time couldn't happen under such circumstances.

Arthit felt almost nauseous. Looking at Kongpob, horny and pleading underneath him, he felt like he was in that disgusting pervert's place. It wasn't healthy. It was immoral. Whether he wants it or not, if he touched him now, it would almost be rape. In addition, Kongpob might not remember it the next day or be angry with him...

So, the young man shook his head sharply, feeling guilty and terrified. It wasn't possible. He couldn't succumb to temptation, even if he was dying to. Slowly, he forced himself to straight up, crossing Kongpob's foggy and questioning gaze, who immediately tried nervously to bring him back to him.

"P'... What... Why... No... Come... Come back..."

The pastrycook was panicked and disoriented. The drug was increasing his emotions, his fears and already, he had tears in his eyes. He was anxious that Arthit would abandon him in this state, while his sexual urges tormented him like never. He wanted to feel Arthit against him, in him, not to be separated from him, even for a second.