Toxic [2gether]

Extra: A trip to heaven (II)

Note:

This chapter is kinda mature, but nothing too heavy I think (¬‿¬)

End note.

It was dark outside the windows of the sparse hotel room, the chilly night wind rattled the glass in the window frames. However, inside the air was getting a little stuffy as the temperature was rising between the two agile bodies locked in a passionate embrace amongst the white sheets on the bed.

Twin gasps resonated throughout the dim space.

Tine ripped his mouth away and breathed raggedly, letting Sarawat's feverish kisses fall to his cheek and neck instead.

"Wat, can you-" He exhaled, chest heaving all the while Sarawat's nimble hands kept roving over his body. "Can you be on top?"

Sarawat stilled momentarily, leaning up on his elbows as he turned his head to face Tine, the fringe falling into his eyes. Sarawat arched his eyebrows slowly, a smoldering smirk appearing on his bow shaped lips.

"On top? How on top?" He asked with a leer and Tine flushed, feeling mortified but then licked his lips to have another go at his request. Sarawat traced the motion with his intense gaze, waiting for the sweet words to spill across Tine's lips.

Tine clutched at Sarawat's hips, anchoring himself to the present.

"I mean, can you ride me?" His voice rang clear in the quiet room.

Sarawat groaned, dropping his heavy head in the juncture of Tine's slightly sweaty neck.

"Yes, baby, I'll do anything," he rasped hotly into his boyfriend's creamy skin, the pure scent of Tine enveloping him. It was like a drug. Tine's grip on musician's hips tightened at the admission, deft nails leaving half moon indents on that golden skin. "How do you want me?"

"I don't care just get to it," Tine bossed around, face flushed and eyes glazed as he stared at his handsome boyfriend towering above him. He was all smooth lines and miles of tanned skin.

Sarawat smirked infuriatingly, the light dancing in his eyes as he thrust teasingly down into Tine, who whimpered slightly now that he was getting all the more riled up. The fair skinned man arched into his boyfriend, his hands scrambling around to grab at Sarawat's firm ass, looking to create some sweet friction and making him meet his thrusts as their hard bodies collided.

However Tine was getting impatient. Sarawat was too slow, always teasing him so much and making him beg. So before the musician could even make a move to grab the lube, stashed somewhere in his backpack, Tine was already on edge. He surged up, grabbing Sarawat's hips forcefully and flopped them around fluidly, the bed squeaking at the harsh jerk of their bodies. The air was knocked out of Sarawat.

"I thought you wanted me on top?" Sarawat jeered a little breathlessly while looking up trough this lashes. He grasped the opportunity to cope a feel of Tine's muscular chest with both of his hands, thumbs rubbing expertly at the pink nipples. Tine's breath hitched as his arousal spiked. His own hands scrambled to find support on Sarawat's abs or he would just melt into him.

"Shut up. You're too slow," Tine muttered and leaned down to peck his boyfriend's moist lips quickly before springing to his feet and rummaging through their packs. A wide smiled spread across Sarawat's face as his eyes tracked that pert ass wiggle about the room.

"It's not as if you're much quicker," he added observantly.

Tine sent a hot glare his way, looking all ruffled and then muttered threatening, "You're making me think that you don't want this."