Un-Beam My Heart!

34. One Last Time...

AN: Disturbing content ahead... proceed with caution

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Tuesday, 8PM

Tee took slow and calculative steps towards Suchart. He tried to weigh the options of Suchart having received his picture or not in his phone yet. The piercing gaze from Suchart shook Tee's confidence a little. He couldn't interpret if those dark eyes were filled with lust or anger. But he wasn't ready to back out at any cost. Hence, he subdued the unrest in his mind and gave his best smile to Suchart.

"I see that P has become busy with something else", Tee stopped in front of Suchart, half pouting, half whining.

"Not at all, sweetheart", Suchart threw his phone on the couch and pulled Tee's wrist.

Tee bit his lower lip in relief and straddled Suchart on the couch. He placed his knees on either side of Suchart's thighs and settled himself on Suchart's lap. Suchart ran his hands over Tee's legs, when the message tone went off in Suchart's phone. Suchart turned towards his phone and Tee grabbed Suchart's chin, pulling his face away from the phone. Suchart smirked and leaned towards Tee's face.

Tee moved back with a shy smile and took a sip of the orange juice from the glass. He swallowed the liquid and licked his lips seductively. Suchart growled in hunger and grabbed Tee's waist roughly. Tee lowered his eyes and took another sip of the drink. He closed the gap between their face and pressed his lips against Suchart's lips. Suchart parted his lips and Tee let the liquid flow into Suchart's mouth.

Suchart gulped down the drink and grabbed Tee's nape, kissing him hard. Tee clenched his fists and refrained himself from the returning the kiss. He could feel the nauseous feeling taking over his senses, making him want to throw up. But he controlled his detest and waited patiently.

Suchart pulled back from the kiss and looked at Tee with raised eyebrows.

"I am a bad kisser, Ain't I?", Tee mumbled hanging his head low.

Suchart chuckled and caressed Tee's chin fondly, "I like it that you are so inexperienced, Akk sweetheart. Let P teach you everything".

Suchart leaned forward again and Tee placed the glass in between their mouths.

"I prepared this for P", he said bashfully.

Suchart smirked and accepted the drink from Tee. His eyes remained glued to Tee's soft lips as he started to drink the juice, while his fingers worked on unbuttoning Tee's shirt. He finished half of the drink from the glass and pushed aside Tee's shirt from his shoulder. The pale shoulder looked so delectable in contrast to the maroon shirt that hung loose near Tee's elbow.

"Fuck!!" Suchart exclaimed pressing the glass to Tee's lips.

Tee shook his head slowly and denied the drink. Suchart gave a sly smile and trailed the rim of the glass down from Tee's chin. He moved the glass to the exposed shoulder and poured some of the drink on Tee.

Tee gripped his fingers on the back rest of the couch and closed his eyes as Suchart began licking the drink off Tee's body.

"Hmmm P...", Tee faked a moan and shifted intentionally on Suchart's lap.

Suchart's eyes shot up in surprise, along with his half hard member.

"I am sorry, P. Did I do something wrong?", Tee asked innocently.

Suchart shook his head and yanked Tee forward, causing his hardened member to grind against Tee's butt. He clasped his fingers over Tee's waist and stopped Tee from moving back. He placed the glass on the coffee table and grabbed Tee's nape again. He pulled Tee closer and began kissing his shoulders and neck. The soft milky white skin felt like melting butter against Suchart's lips, while Suchart's touch created a revolt at the pit of Tee's stomach.