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Since Rain came into his life, Phayu couldn’t help but look forward to going home more. Rain had more or less unofficially moved in with him and Saifah, and having a sweet little boy waiting for him was excellent motivation to finish his work on time and not take on extra assignments. (Phayu had thought that behavior would perhaps make P’ Mhok a little frustrated with him, but Phayu had only ever received bright smiles whenever he clocked out on time.)
It was a bit of a toss-up to what Phayu would come home to. Half the time he would come home to Rain and Saifah cooking some sort of dinner, and the other half Phayu would come home to a very sleepy Rain bent over his books. Both scenes were equally wonderful. If the former, Phayu would bask in the knowledge that his brother was less lonely in the big house they shared and his boyfriend had someone to take care of him. If the latter, Phayu would have the pleasure of watching Rain’s unfocused, heavy-lidded gaze find him and spark to life.
One day, Phayu came home a little earlier to find the living space empty of both his brother and his boyfriend. He could, however, hear music. This was a relatively regular occurrence, as Rain focused a lot better with noise around him. The music was not coming from Phayu’s bedroom, though, where Rain would usually be if not in the living room, but rather from behind the kitchen.
Dropping his bag and shrugging out of his suit jacket, Phayu followed the music. As he slid open the fake cabinet that separated the kitchen from the laundry and Saifah’s wing of the house, the music increased in volume.
Mood already lightened, Phayu carefully peeked around the corner and immediately had to smile.
In the middle of the laundry room was Rain, completely absorbed in his own world, dancing to the upbeat music streaming from the speakers.
Phayu watched as Rain raised his arms over his head and gracefully swung them from side to side, his hips following the movement. As the music shifted to something a little faster, Rain’s arms lowered to around his shoulders, pumping in and out from his body. His hips shook a little faster, and Phayu’s eyes automatically zeroed in on the slight jiggle of his boyfriend’s ass.
The song slowed down a little and Rain’s movements slowed down with it. He dance-walked a few steps forward and leaned down to grab a handful of clothing out of the washing machine. His head didn’t stop bopping in time with the music even as he straightened and shifted to drop the clothes into the waiting basket.
The song came to an end and Rain paused, tilting his head as if waiting for the next song to come on.
Phayu found it hard to remain where he was, but finding Rain like this was such a novel sight that he didn’t want to disturb Rain quite yet. He knew Rain had done laundry at his house before, had been the one to show Rain the machine and where to find everything, but watching him in unguarded moments was one of Phayu’s favorite things.
A heavy beat came through on the speakers and Phayu watched in amusement as Rain’s face scrunched up. For a second he thought Rain didn’t like the song, but then his jaw almost dropped when Rain bent his knees and rolled his hips on beat. Clearly the song invoked something in Rain. Something dirty that Phayu wouldn’t be opposed to observing more closely.
Basket of laundry abandoned on the counter in front of him, Rain leaned to the side and did a couple surprisingly smooth bodyrolls, the wave going from his shoulders to his hips.
The movement sparked heat in Phayu’s gut and he deserted his plan of only watching Rain.
Swiftly he made his way to Rain and caught his boyfriend around the waist, plastering his front to Rain’s back.
“My naughty boy,” Phayu greeted, mouth by Rain’s ear.
“P’ Phayu!”
He pressed a kiss to Rain’s jaw and was pleased to feel Rain sag against his body, trusting Phayu to hold his weight.
“You’re early,” Rain commented, tilting his head to give Phayu more room.
Not one to deny Rain touches, Phayu trailed kisses down Rain’s neck, giving the skin a gentle nip when he came to Rain’s shoulder. “My last client was simple so we were done fast.”
Rain only hummed in response, one hand coming up to tangle in Phayu’s hair. He tipped his head back to lay on Phayu’s shoulder and Phayu squeezed his arms tighter around Rain’s waist. Rain’s utter trust in Phayu and his complete surrender would never stop making Phayu’s heart beat faster.
“What were you up to?” he asked lowly, letting his body move to the music still flowing from the speakers. The beat was still heavy and seductive.
Rain’s body responded to Phayu’s movements. His hips did small circles that set Phayu’s body on fire. He knew intimately how good those circles could make him feel in a different setting. He dropped one of the arms from Rain’s waist to grip his boyfriend’s hip, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants.
Rain’s breath was heavier than before and Phayu could tell he wasn’t quite present. He loved that he could make Rain’s brain switch off with so little. The power was humbling.
“What was my naughty boy doing?” he repeated, voice a little sharper.
Rain twitched in his arms. “L-laundry,” he stammered.
“Didn’t look like that to me, baby,” Phayu teased, meeting one of Rain’s hip rolls with one of his own.
“Music was good,” Rain breathed out, gripping Phayu’s arms.
“You looked good,” Phayu praised. He almost purred when Rain shivered at the praise. “My good boy, doing laundry to help out,” he added.
“P’ Phayu,” Rain whined.
In the background, the song shifted into a calmer, smooth ballad-like song and the burning heat in Phayu’s stomach slid into something less desperate. He loosened his grip on Rain, ignoring his boyfriend’s noise of protest, making room for Rain to turn around.
“Hi baby,” he said when he had Rain facing him. He tugged Rain close again, arms linking at Rain’s lower back.
“P’ Phayu,” Rain repeated, eyes dark. His arms had automatically come up to circle Phayu’s neck. “You’re teasing me.”
Phayu smiled at the small pout. “I can’t help it my boyfriend is both very sexy and cute,” he said, darting in to peck Rain on the lips.
He wondered if Rain was aware that his body hadn’t stopped moving to the music, now swaying gently side to side to match the softer melody. He tilted his head down to touch his forehead against Rain’s. This was exactly what he needed, to come home and connect with his boyfriend. Whatever stress he had carried from the day melted away as they swayed together.
Once again the music shifted, back to a more upbeat song, bursting the little bubble they had found themselves in. Phayu took a deep breath and loosened his arms, taking a small step back to separate them further.
“I should hang the laundry,” Rain mumbled, making no effort to move. He looked up into Phayu’s face and Phayu could see the silent question.
He smirked. “If my naughty boy can hang the laundry quickly, there would be time to join me in the shower.”
Giving in to temptation, Phayu leaned in and kissed Rain, licking into his mouth almost immediately. Rain didn’t hesitate to return the kiss, tongue meeting Phayu’s, fingers tightening around Phayu’s neck. Phayu reached into Rain’s back pockets and squeezed, smiling at Rain’s gasp.
“How much time would you need, baby?” he asked into Rain’s mouth.
Rain groaned and pulled away with a loud, wet sound. “Five minutes?”
With his grip on Rain’s ass, he pulled his boyfriend closer. He was getting hard and he could feel Rain too. “Make it three.”
Rain nodded quickly, swallowing hard once before surging up to kiss Phayu. “Three minutes.”
“Go,” Phayu whispered, pressing one final kiss to Rain’s lips before releasing his boyfriend entirely, stepping back.
Rain swayed for a moment, body searching for Phayu’s, before he physically shook the thought away and quickly turned towards the basket of laundry that was still waiting on the counter. Phayu waited a few seconds longer, taking in Rain speeding through the process of fishing out an item of clothing and hanging it, his fingers a little more clumsy than normal.
“I’ll be waiting,” Phayu called out as he turned around to leave the laundry room.
“Phayu.”
Phayu turned his head to find his twin approaching from his wing of the house. “Saifah,” he acknowledged, “I’d suggest going back and finding headphones or leaving the house entirely.”
Saifah’s face dropped into a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “Really? You just came home, what the hell?”
Ducking his head to hide his smile, Phayu almost felt sorry for his twin. It probably wasn’t that easy living with a couple, especially when one half of said couple was his brother. It also didn’t help that both Phayu and Rain had very healthy sex drives. They did try to keep it contained to Phayu’s bedroom if they knew Saifah was home, but that didn’t always work out.
“A minute and a half, Rain,” Phayu called over his shoulder, hearing a soft squeak and then Rain’s answering “Yes P’ Phayu”. He focused on his brother, clapping him on the shoulder once. “I have a shower to heat up,” he said in lieu of an excuse.
“You’re terrible, you know that right?” Saifah yelled after him.
“I know, it keeps me up at night,” Phayu shot back.
As he passed through his bedroom, he could hear the faint noise of a door closing downstairs and he smiled. Rain was done. He pulled off his shirt and tossed in the general direction of the hamper. With proper motivation, Rain was fast.
Phayu turned on the waterfall feature of the shower as Rain skidded to a halt in front of Phayu, breath quick. His eyes were wide with expectation and dark with arousal.
“Three minutes.”
Phayu smiled darkly. “Good boy, doing just what Daddy told you.”
Rain swallowed hard. “Shower?” he asked, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He wouldn’t get in the shower without explicit permission from Phayu, could only wait for instructions.
“Yes baby, shower.”
If he wasn’t keyed up himself, Phayu would probably laugh at the speed Rain ripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. As it were, Phayu could only match his energy, wiggling out of his tight jeans, uncaringly toeing them away.
He gestured for Rain to get into the shower and observed as Rain placed himself directly under the spray of water. Without specific directions, Rain turned around and dropped to his knees heavily, arms behind his back, head tilted slightly forward. He painted a gorgeous picture, kneeling with water cascading down his shoulders.
Slowly, Phayu entered the shower too, letting his hand trail lightly over Rain’s shoulders as he circled his boyfriend.
“Does my baby need something of Daddy?”
Rain’s muscles contracted but otherwise he remained still. Phayu narrowed his eyes. Rain was usually very verbal, his brain-to-mouth filter especially broken during sex. He went quiet when he thought he had done something wrong or needed to get out of his head.
“Rain,” he warned, “I need words, baby.”
“My head,” Rain said slowly, “it’s too much. Too many thoughts.”
“Good boy,” Phayu praised, coming to a stop in front of Rain. “Thank you for telling me.” He tipped Rain’s head up with his index finger. Water fell straight on Rain’s face, but Rain only blinked, finding Phayu’s eyes. “Now what do we say when we want something?”
“Please.”
Phayu looked pointedly at Rain.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy, that’s it. Daddy will give you what you need, baby.”
This was not what Phayu had expected when he came home. He had perhaps thought Rain would be up to his ears in books, mid-terms coming up, and had planned to lure him away for a break before dinner. Finding Rain dancing in the laundry room had shifted those plans to a bit of fun in the shower. Now it appeared as though Phayu was needed for something else entirely.
He would take his time now, get Rain to relax. He would take care of his boyfriend until his head was quiet enough to walk Phayu through what had become too much. Then they would set up a study schedule and Phayu would make sure Sky had a copy so he could help Rain stay on track.
For now, he got close to Rain, using touch to anchor Rain in the present.
“Open up, baby.”