Peraya Fantasy II || one shots ||

Forbidden Embrace 🔞

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If he closes his eyes right now, he can picture his lovers lips so clearly, pressed to the phone. His pout, so soft, exactly the way they would look underneath the dim lighting of  bedroom after being brushed against his skin. 

It's silent now except for the sound of breathing and the harsh tearing of a paper envelope. With eyes still closed and a heart that's beginning to beat faster, he lays his head back against the pillow, anticipating exactly what's coming. He can imagine the rings on his lovers fingers as they glide across the paper, peeling the fold carefully and then giving up to rip it open.

One Polaroid photograph sliding out and the rest of the contents, surely forgotten now, falling to the ground. His breathing is hitched but it's still quiet and it's beginning to make the younger nervous.

"P'Kong?"

"Hmm."

"You got my letter?"

Another  "Hmm."

It was a love letter. 

The younger had taken his time with it, handwritten all of his thoughts on the cutesy stationery he hadn't touched since high school. Written how much he has missed the elder over the past six weeks, how proud he was, every detail of his life. All things he'd already made sure to tell him over text or call, but writing it out like this, just for his eyes, had felt special.

It was sealed with the press of his baby pink glossed lips. Baby pink, a shade he'd complimented before. The younger loved the silly romanticism of it. Of course, all of this would come second to the polaroid picture he had tucked inside as well. 

Kongpob's mind had conjured up so many images of the younger over the weeks of being apart, placing him in different spots inside the apartment, all the places he would have the younger's body pressed to.

The bed... the shower wall tiles... the windows overlooking the city.

The pictures on his phone were fantastic, sure, but this... he holds the glossy paper in his hands so tightly, this was even better. 

At first, he had been disappointed when he'd realized he'd left the camera behind in his haste to get out the door and catch his plane. It was a gift from the younger, actually, something fun to bring on tour. But now, looking at the photo of his lover looking so beautiful in nothing but a black boxer, chest on full display, he'd never been so thankful to forget something. 

Grinning cheekily the younger asks in a hushed voice.

"Makes you miss me?"

"I already missed you."

He sighs, unable to look away.

"But fuck..."

The younger hums in approval, cheeks the color of cherries, "Cause I miss you."

"Oon!"

He wakes up each morning so far from the younger now, in a completely different city. There's no second toothbrush or other products on the countertop of his bathroom anymore, no fresh coffee brewing in the next room. As much as he enjoys his internship, little things like that make him ache for the younger.

The sight of the younger posing on the bed, alone and needy, makes him hard and he groans. He likes where this is going.

"What do you miss so bad?"

Arthit bites a smile back before letting his hands travel down the skin of his thighs.

"Miss your lips! I can't stop thinking about them."