𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚 • 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑊𝑖𝑛 (𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱)

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈

"Metawin Opas-iamkajorn, please be my boyfriend."

Win smiles mischievously and sips on his latte while Bright looks at him, patiently waiting for his reply from his - statement?

"Let me say it again," Bright interrupts Win who then looks at him with anticipation. "Metawin Opas-iamkajorn, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Ah, I don't know?" Win taps his forefinger on the table making Bright look at it. Win then raises the same and taps it on the older man's lips making the latter question the little forms of seductions that the young man is doing.

"Only if you kiss me 'til I drop, I might consider your offer," he winks and Bright leans closer, trying to inch the gap between him and the man.

Win however is still taking delight with Bright's growing impatience, and probably lust from his games. It's not that he didn't want him to be his boyfriend - he had been waiting for a long time to have Bright, there's no way he'd turn down such a gloriously tempting offer. Win places his forefinger on Bright's lips making the man scrunch his brows in the middle. Playfully, Bright bites on Win's finger making him yelp before throwing a glare at him.

Bright smirks and shifts closer until their lips are pressed against each other once more. It is a good thing that the seat they decided to take is a bit hidden from the crowd. If not, oh boy, they could cause disruptions, uproars. and whatnot from being this intimate in a public place in Thailand. Knowing too well that these kinds of affections are considered as strange or even offensive. To top it all up, they're both guys which would bewilder everyone in the room.

Win moves in closer to Bright and presses his lips hard into the man's lips which is now taking him in roughly. Bright nibbles on his bottom lip for entrance which Win denies of making the older man pull away with a confused expression. The young man pecks on his lips and pulls back before smiling from ear-to-ear.

"No tongue?" Bright asks. "How will I make you drop if I don't use tongue?"

"At home," Win answers briefly making Bright gape with his wild remarks again and again. "Sleep with me tonight."

"You mean? That kind of sleep? We do that tonight?"

Win chuckles lightly from Bright's flushed cheeks and shocked expression from the mere mention of the word sleep. He isn't doting for that kind of sleep, but surely Bright is thinking of that - since when had he been thinking lewdly about me? Win thinks as he taps his forefinger on the table once more, snapping Bright out of whatever is happening inside his brain.

"Not that sleep," he finally says while pointing at Bright's probably cold latte sitting on the table. "I was actually talking about the bed, you know? We shut our eyes and travel to our dreamland kind of sleep."

"Oh..." Bright blushes from the embarrassment for suggesting something that had been running inside his head since that party at Tay's.

"Ask me again."

"What?"

"To be your boyfriend, silly. What else?"

"Ah, can you be my boyfriend?"

"Well.." Bright presses his fingers softly on top of Win's lips this time to shut him up. He then inhales a lot of air into his lungs and expels it out like a deep sigh.

Bright tucks his finger back to his side and stares at Win lovingly making the younger man gulp down. He had never seen Bright stare at him like that before. A stare that can give him a mini heart-attack and at the same time - a jolt of magnifying electricity from the roots of his hair to the ends of his toes. Win finds this side of Bright immensely powerful and seductive all the same, like he's being held tigthly and pressed against the older man's chest - only, they are inches apart, so being pressed is a part of his imagination.