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Prapai looks up from his phone, where he had checked the last message from his assistant about the fundraising party they have to leave for any minute, when Sky emerges from the bathroom.
The black suit hugging Sky’s body in all the right places takes all breath from Prapai. The shoulder pads make him look regal, like a fairy prince from another world. The cut waist begs for attention. The fitted trouser elongate Sky’s already long legs into a dream come true. The silver necklace is a tease, twinkling in the light with every move, inviting Prapai to imagine how his boyfriend looks without the suit, but only the silver chains on glistening skin.
In short: Sky in a suit is a walking thirst trap Prapai hadn’t been prepared for.
“Baby.” He says. It comes out almost as a growl.
He gives himself another second, or two, where he rakes his eyes from top to bottom and back, then says with a calm he doesn’t feel, “You look stunning.”
Sky lights up at the praise, a shy smile plays on his lips, “You like it?”
Prapai crosses the room, halts in front of his love. The look of insecurity still flashing in his beloved’s amber eyes isn’t what Prapai can stand for. Sky is the prettiest man alive. He shouldn’t doubt himself.
“I love it.” He says, lifts his hand, cups his boyfriend’s face, strokes his thumb over a fair cheek, “Just like I love you.”
“P’Pai…” Sky says with a pout, his eyes dancing from side to side in a way they only do when he is flustered.
“Everyone at the event will be jealous of me.” He promises, as if he wouldn’t know he will be the jealous one the moment one of the guests is going to look at Sky for a second too long.