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RamKing 2.1 That Sunday Morning

Chapter 030 - Bonus - Ram x King - That Sunday Morning (Part 1)

"Ram..." His arm was slapped...

"Ram..." His leg was kicked...

"Ram..." A warm body that normally writhes under him rolled itself on top of his...

Sunday morning, at the crack of dawn, Ram was disrupted from the most sensual dream he has ever had...by a messy haired half-awake King. While a tad disappointed that his x-rated film had such an abrupt and unfulfilling ending, since the main character was currently sprawled out above him, using him as his bed, he decided he'll just have to continue as the writer, director and actor.

He rid himself of his sleepiness, flipped their positions and immediately got into character.

He attacked the neck, his lips kissed and tongue lapped while his hands nimbly unbuttoned King's pajama top; he didn't understand why his P' even wears it, it just ends up on the floor 90% of the time.

A groggy voice protested, "Mmm, Ai'Ningggg, stop itttt..."

Ram didn't cease, his kisses went lower as more skin started to show. A whine came from beneath, "Ram...stoppppp....mmm...stopppp..." It only made him go lower, he sucked on a nipple.

Hands went to his head and roughly grabbed onto his hair, the slight pain made him suck even harder.

"Ahhh, don't..." In between feeble moans and gasps, there were more complaints and random words, "Ram...stopppp...naaa...Duen needs...Apple...tie...shirt...ahhh...Ram...mmmm..."

Ram switched sides, he nibbled the already erect pink nub and flicked his tongue.

"Ahh, Ram...stopppp...clothes...Duen...uniform...to Bon's..." Still semiconscious, King tried his best to remember what he needed to do, "Ahhh," get a message to Ram, "Yes...mmm," but it was too difficult, a pinch, "Ahhhh, Ram..."

It was too early...his body was already being played with...such stimulations in the morning, how could he think straight...He tried his best, "Ram...laptop...mmm...Duen...ahh...to Bon's..." There, he did it, he conveyed his message, now, "Mmm, more..."

But Ram halted, through King's incoherent murmurs he was able to decipher that Duen needed his laptop, uniform and clothes and for some reason needed someone to bring it over to Bon's.

He deduced, that, likely, since out of him, King and Bon, he's the only one who will be able to go in and out of Duen's house without raising any suspicions and being questioned, he is the only suitable candidate, hence he has to take the assignment...

Duen is his friend, he'll do it, but first, he wanted to finish what he started. As he was about to resume, a light snore was heard, he looked at his P' under him, apparently, once he stopped his harassment, King fell back asleep...must be nice...

He kissed King's forehead, audibly sighed, looked at the soft bed and half undressed male that he must leave and frowned, but proceeded to the edge. He regretfully looked a few more times before genuinely getting out of bed and headed into the shower.

While lathering his mind came back from the gutter and found that there was something odd about the situation. He didn't get an explanation as to why Duen couldn't go home to get the items himself. It's not like he didn't spend most weekends at Bon's anyways. He would always go back and forth, this is the first time Bon's ever asked King to ask him to do something.

It started to worry him, had Bon done something that had hurt his best friend, was that why he couldn't go home? But, he was rational, if something really did happen, Duen wouldn't need his laptop, uniform or more clothes.

Either way, his protective nature over that naive, silly, and sometimes idiotic knucklehead kicked in. After drying himself off, he rushed over to Duen's, grabbed the items without incident and then sped to Bon's. It was unlikely, but if Bon really did something, he would not hesitate to show him what he's made of, he's dead meat if Duen is hurt in any way. He will feel his wrath! Senior or not! Hazer or not! He had fought him once before, if he has to, he'll do it again.

Ram rang the doorbell a few times, there was no answer, he rang it again.