The pale figure was pulled close, slender waist trapped in a single strong arm. Half-bare chests pressed together, breaths mingling as buttons hung loose. Dizzy from the sudden rush of alcohol, the smaller body slumped forward, hair tousled, ending up on the lap of the taller man.
One moment he'd been drinking face-to-face with his fiancé, the next his world spun, and he tumbled into the broad, steady chest. A low, velvety voice whispered his name by his ear, wrapping around him like a spell. That cool, clean scent brushed his nose, making him bury his face deeper, helplessly inhaling.
— Whoosh! —
He was lifted easily, carried as if weightless. His slender arms clung instinctively around the thick neck, eyes still closed, simply knowing he was being held and unwilling to let go.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Steady footsteps echoed, carrying them into the small house, straight to the bedroom that now belonged to them both.
With a soft thud, he was laid on the bed—yet his arms tightened stubbornly around that neck, refusing to release.
Kindleaned over him, broad frame covering the smaller body, hands stroking gently as if soothing a restless child.
"K ..Kind…"
The muffled call slipped from soft lips, face pressed into the wide chest, eyes still closed.
"Hm?"
"Your heartbeat's so loud—it's annoying…" The smaller one blinked up, watery eyes hazy as he patted lightly in mock irritation. How could someone be this flawless?
"How could my heart not race, when the one I like clings to me this tightly?" The low voice chuckled, warm breath brushing his ear, fingers trailing along his waist, sending shivers down his spine.
"You… like me that much?"
"…Yes. I do." His voice was soft, yet his eyes glimmered dangerously, alcohol sharpening his charm. His gaze locked on the smaller lips as though he'd devour them whole.
Hands roamed, kneading and pressing, bodies pressing closer, the air thick with heat.
"You… you pervert…" he whispered when a large hand squeezed his soft curve, grinding him against the hardened length beneath.
"Haha, what? You call me that just for confessing?"
"Your… your thing is hard against me! You're thinking dirty thoughts!"
"Yes. I want to hold the one I love. And since we're engaged, there's nothing wrong with taking the next step… is there?"
"…What if I say no?"
"Then why are you clinging to my neck so tightly? And yours… it's hard too."
"Shut up! I'm just drunk!"
"Do you… take care of yourself often, living alone like this?" His words dripped with mischief as his nose brushed along the pale neck, making the smaller one tremble and clutch desperately at his shoulders.
"You think I'm that obsessed? I barely have time to sleep, let alone… that!" he snapped hoarsely, trying to keep composure.
Strong hands teased, caressed, stroking along his body until they reached his slender length. Fingers wrapped, sliding slowly as he whispered with wicked sweetness.
"Oh… so that's how it is. But now that you have me, there's no need for that anymore."
"What the hell are you—ah—stop touching me while you talk—"
"What's wrong, Dream? Does it feel good? It should. Lovers are meant to share this kind of pleasure…"
"You—"
"Your body's so fair… I always thought your legs were pale, but I never realized… all of you is this flawless." His nose trailed lower, across his chest, lips brushing teasingly over soft buds of pink.
"Ah—! You bastard—ahhh~" His voice broke into a moan when his sensitive peaks were sucked and teased, while his thighs were spread, hands kneading, stroking the slender length with growing intensity. His hips twisted helplessly, nails digging into the broad back.
"You even smell sweet… I didn't expect that, since you always wear the same clothes. You're sweating—should I help you take them off?"
Clothes were peeled away with ease, leaving him bare beneath heated eyes.
"You… shameless pervert… don't… don't take them off—" He weakly tried to resist, but the strength wasn't there.
"Oh… so hard already. Does this mean… you want me too?" The loose pants were tugged away, leaving his pale, slender length revealed, flushed and trembling with desire.
"You—! Don't look! Cover it!" His cheeks burned as he tried to shield himself, glaring.
But Manah only smiled, slipping off his own clothes as well, letting his arousal stand proudly between them.
"You—! How could you strip in front of me like this!"
"Lovers don't need to hide from each other, Dream. And tonight… the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" His words were tender, but his eyes devoured every inch of the smaller body, fingers spreading those soft thighs wider.
"W-What are you going to do?"
"Let me kiss you."
"Why the hell do you need to strip and pin me down to kiss me!"
"Because it's the kiss of someone already engaged."
— Smack! —
Soft lips claimed his, sealing away his protests.
"Mm—! Mmm…" His body twisted beneath, but the kiss grew deeper, tongues tangling, breath stolen. Soon, the heat overtook him, pulling him into the rhythm of lips and tongue, every resistance melting away.
By the time he realized, their bare bodies were pressed fully together, sweat-slick skin clinging. The larger man's tongue swept through him with intoxicating skill, leaving him dizzy, lost.
Hands explored, caressed, kneaded. Every touch pulled new sounds from him, every kiss drew him deeper into the burning haze.
When their lips finally parted, both breathless, eyes locked. Instead of pushing away, they pulled each other close again, mouths meeting, bodies grinding, the air thick with longing.
Dream was lifted, straddling Manah's lap. His slender waist was gripped firmly as hands stroked his untouched lâm-rak, fingers teasing the tip until his body writhed. Manah's mouth fastened to his chest, suckling eagerly, drawing gasps and shudders.
"Does it feel good?" Kind murmured.
"W-What… are you…" His gaze flickered down at Kind's thick arousal, and he turned his face away, flustered.
"Having a lover… isn't that a good thing?" His hand guided Dream's trembling fingers to wrap around his own lâm-rak, letting him feel the heat and weight.
"Y-You… you're insane…"
But before he could resist, their positions shifted. Mouths and hands worked each other, exploring, devouring. Moans spilled into the night, bodies consumed by the heat of their first reckless union.
His enticing ròng-rak was spread open by strong hands, the thick length pressing forward, sinking deep inside. The smaller body shuddered, arms clutching Kind's neck tight as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
"I-It's too tight… y-you're too big…" His voice trembled, stomach tightening as the intrusion filled him completely, stretching him in ways he'd never imagined.
"Relax… let me in. Fhan… you feel incredible…" Kind whispered, lips pressing kisses to his damp face, moving slowly, carefully at first.
"Shut up… i-it hurts—ahhh—"
But soon the sting gave way to pleasure, the rhythm building, their voices tangling with gasps and moans.
"Move with me… that's it… yes… just like that…"
"Ah—ahhh—Kind—!"
The sound of bodies colliding filled the room, mingled with panting breaths, fevered kisses, and whispered names.
Their rông-rak entwined, their lâm-rak brushed, their lips sealed again and again. The small bedroom was drenched in heat and the scent of love, their first night as fiancés turning into a bond that neither could deny.
By the time dawn approached, they lay tangled together, skin against skin, marked by passion, breaths mingling in the lingering warmth.
And in that little room, their hearts whispered the same truth—
they belonged to each other.