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Prapai lies in bed, grinning to himself, while he strokes gently over Sky’s hair. His love is deeply asleep, curled against him, lying half atop him. Their skin touches at every point possible, still partly sweaty from their activities less than half an hour ago.
The boy has turned him around, has created a different version of himself he had thought he was incapable of being. Gone is his desire to play around, to keep a single life because it is convenient and fun. Gone is his list of hook-ups he kept on his phone.
Within only a week, his heart, mind and body have come to want only one person.
He shakes his head faintly in disbelief over his own thoughts. No, it hadn’t taken a week. It had taken one look inside the bar. One eye contact and one touch for him to know he wanted to protect the boy. Wanted to make sure he wasn’t pressured into anything he didn’t want to do.
Sky’s friends had looked dubious to him. They haven’t had his boy’s best intention in mind, nor had they taken one look at what Sky needs. The way they pressured him into drinking alcohol almost made him angry. Only the stark relief in his love’s eyes, when he had picked the glass out of his hand, had soothed his rising anger into a pool of calmness.
Maybe it had been this moment he had fallen for youth. The trusting eyes, solely on him, looking at him as if he were a guardian angel, a saviour he had pleaded to have.
Prapai turns his head, lays a kiss atop Sky’s forehead, inhales the unique scent that is them, that is Sky when he is sleepy and sated.
“My love.” he whispers with a smile on his lips, closes his eyes for a moment.
Their first kiss comes to his mind. In front of his car, the bar’s light streaming out from the glass doors illuminating his Sky in a warm golden hue.
His love’s cheeks were fiery red, as if he had uttered a question he hadn’t any control to keep inside. Innocent eyes had been filled with hope, and a spark of desire and want.
It had cost him a moment of consideration. A fight he had needed more restraint than he had ever needed before. The boy in front of him had freshly turned sixteen. Only sixteen. He shouldn’t have started anything with a sixteen-year-old. He shouldn’t. But he hadn’t been able to resist.
The slow change of hope turning into resignation had tug at his heart painfully.
A kiss is what he could give. Stealing the boy’s first kiss, is what he could do, knowing he will make it good for him.
Nothing could go wrong with a simple kiss, he had thought. After all, he had kissed too often to count. He knew what to do, knew his way, how easily he could stop.
But with Sky he couldn’t stop.
Unlike any other kiss, he had felt electrified the moment their lips touched. A soft glide, coaxing, gently. Melting his heart into an unsaveable puddle. He hadn’t been able to stay gentle, had opened up Sky’s mouth, had explored a shy tongue, had explored all Sky had offered.
He had to break the kiss when he ran out of air, unwilling to part. For the first time in his life, he hadn’t wanted to part. Sky’s breath against his wet lips was a tease, and a promise at the same time.
During the following three seconds they were heavily breathing against each other, a switch must have snapped inside Sky, who re-engaged the kiss with an intensity turning Prapai upside down.
Sky had not only been a fast learner, he had been - still is - talented beyond imagination in the art of seduction.
Prapai had lost his footing within the first second of their second kiss, had gotten devoured like never before. Had gotten pressed against his own car, Sky’s body a fierce heat against his own.
It had taken a honking car passing by for them to break apart. Heavily breathing, their hearts in their throat.
Prapai can’t remember how they got back to his apartment. He has no recollection of driving, or navigating through Bangkok’s night traffic. His memory kicks in only when he had Sky under him, atop a table, his lips on Sky’s throat while his hands tried to open the too many buttons of his love’s shirt. Sky responded wonderfully to him. The noises, gasps, little moans when he found one of Sky’s sensitive points, the way Sky’s hands roamed over his back, the need for closeness expressed through clutching arms and small pleads, kisses going deep, deeper, burning Prapai’s soul.
Their first time changed him like nothing else ever changed him. He got addicted to Sky, to the way he learned way too fast how to lead, how to get them both turned on beyond salvation.
Not once before had someone ridden him this mind-blowing, with a passion and desire and want ruining him for everyone else.
He’ll never forget Sky’s expression when he came, full of wonder, enlighted, Prapai’s name on his lips.
He’s never seen anything more beautiful.
Now, a week later, they have tested every available surface in Prapai’s apartment (his favorites are the bedroom’s wall and the bathroom’s sink, while Sky seemed to have taken a great liking to the dining table).
Tonight they had chosen the bed, if only because they agreed on three consecutive rounds.
Prapai liked their choice, especially for the option of cuddling only the bed provided after they were sated. He loves to cuddle Sky, wishes he could cuddle Sky all day long, keep him in his arms, on his lap. Close and safe, where nothing bad could ever happen to his love.
He’s the happiest when he has Sky like this. The way they are now. Skin against skin, every possible point touching, Sky’s breath against his collarbone.
Sky’s declaration of love is still lingering in his ears.
Prapai can’t help the big smile taking him over.
His mind has created a million blueprints of the earnest, “P’Pai, I love you.” Sky had said with love shining out of his big, trusting eyes. As if he hadn’t known those four words would forever turn the axis of Prapai’s world.
He still feels giddy, too happy to find words expressing the immense joy running through him.
Sky had laughed when Prapai had all but tried to burrow into him, peppering kisses over every part of the skin he could reach, repeating, “I love you, Sky, I love you.” all over again.
Tomorrow he will bring Sky along to his family dinner.
Tomorrow he will ask Sky if he wants to go to London with him.
Tomorrow he will not let go of Sky. His love. The man he wants to make happy every day for the rest of his life.