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Palm feels like he is dreaming, since they arrived at his mom’s hotel, randomly, he pinches himself and checks the number of fingers he has, always scared that this is only an elaborated creation of his imagination.
The beach has always been his home and, before Nueng, he didn’t have a lot of freedom or ways to build a good life for himself. Working day and night with the feeling of the sea breeze against his skin felt like freedom — and at least at that time, it was enough for him.
Now, being able to love and take care of Nueng, such a huge responsibility never felt so right. He always craved this comfort in taking care of someone, perhaps because he himself has never been the target of the receiving end of it.
Adding to this safeness of performing his duty while developing those intricate feelings every moment he spends with Nueng.
Sometimes, it just doesn’t feel real.
It doesn’t feel that someone like him is allowed to experience waking up beside his lover every morning, relishing in the image of Nueng’s sight at the down of the first layers of sunlight skipping thought the curtains. All he can think is Nueng’s smell, Nueng’s skin and all his different smiles, the polite ones he directs to the costumers and the playful ones after the flirting he throws at Palm time to time — with the glee and mischievous glisten reflecting in his eyes.
Experiencing a life with the younger by his side is like spending the whole day in the ocean — swimming and feeling the waves in his body, with the ocean being Nueng’s voice, his song, the notes on the piano, is the look in his eyes and how Palm feels every crash of the notes hot in his core. Each note and intonation wrapping him in the haziness of his desires and his love.
He is startled from his thoughts by hands around his waist and blurts out.
“Mr. Nueng? What are you doing?’’
Palm feels his heartbeat increasing of how close they are now; he gets incredibly shy with Nueng’s arms around him.
He feels the younger closing the distance between their bodies, arms wrapping tightly in his waist with his warm breath in his neck. “I just want to hold you like this” Nueng says in his quiet voice.
His entire back feel like is burning up — his whole body honestly feels like is set in flames and he is starting to feel the waves breaking and crashing harder, sucking him in the haziness of his desire, making it so hard to think clearly.
Palm feels so safe and warm, letting his body fully melt in the younger’s embrace — he blurts out after another crash the first thing that comes into his mind “You were so beautiful playing earlier Mr. Nueng.”
Nueng snuggles harder in his back and neck after hearing the praise, so he continues. “I felt like you were singing especially for me to hear I— I won’t ever forget how beautiful you sounded tonight.” Feeling his voice waver with a sudden emotion at the memory of his boyfriend performance earlier that day.
After a quiet and warm hum in his neck, Nueng turn the eldest in his arms so that they are staring at each other very closely.
He doesn’t say a word, he just wears this look with his eyes let’s out a very deep breath, analyzing every single detail of Palm’s face, gently tracing his finger over his mole right under his left eye as he promptly let his mind lose itself in how perfectly craved is in his face, then letting his eyes roam a little lower, focusing on his tempting lips, tracing it up and down, feeling on the tips of his index finger how plump they are and the natural redness in it making it so damn kissable.
He feels his lips tingling with the need to take some action, involuntary licking his own mouth felling the gaze of the other’s eyes tracing every motion of his tongue so intensely—his heartbeat picking up at the expectation of a kiss.
He lets himself get closer to Palm, with the distance almost negative between their faces, their breath mingling with each other, the eldest suddenly wraps his hand at the back of Nueng’s head and impatiently crash their mouths together.
He rubs and lick the youngest mouth, and immediately after getting his first real taste of the younger — a sweetness honeyed with Nueng’s own unique taste that make his insides feel downy, he feels himself developing a crazy addiction for it.
His mind short circuits when Nueng wraps his arms stronger around his waist and licks deeper into his mouth, the kiss is almost violent now, devouring each other’s mouth — switching their heads positions with the youngest taking lead of the waves and crashing them hard and harder with each sound released that Palm feels himself devouring.
Nueng drowns him into the kiss and rips his shirt off.
His hands traveling far up underneath Palm’s skin, burning with each touch, slowing turning them towards the bed.
Palm doesn’t even realize he is laying down on the bed with Nueng smirking at him, blinking from the delicious haziness from their kiss, he feels his limbs starting to feel like jelly and this growing need to please corroding his system.
Nueng starts to crawl between his legs, letting his hands travel down to his thighs ridiculously slow, touching each part of him and never taking his eyes away from his body.
Palm feels like he could come with just the sight of the youngest between his legs touching his skin. He spreads his whole body, giving permission to Nueng explore and do all he wants.
To which he lets his hands travel towards the oldest boxers, tentatively massaging and paying closer attention to his expressions, looking for any hints of discomfort and finding only the desire and excitement radiating from his body language.
Tapping him to lift him up to take the pants off he lowers himself down to start mounting at his boxers right at the wet spot.
Not much longer he feels himself devouring every single one of Palm’s reactions, every whimper and every breathless moan that he lets out. Throwing his head back, Palm grabs the back of the youngest head and begs “Please Mr. Nueng”
Nueng cracks a smirk at that, to amused and turned on by the image of Palm melting because of his touches.
“Please what Palm?” He gently strokes his finger around the wet spot. “If you want something you’re going to need to ask for it, you know I can give you everything that you want.”
And without waiting for a response, he pushes himself up and starts mouthing the other’s neck, who in response squirms. Palm’s mind is so warm, and he feels the waves crashing against his body and— he is drowning, the water filling him up, suffocating him and making it so hard to resist.
Grabbing the back of Nueng’s head, he keeps pleading and pleading for something that he doesn’t even know; he just needs to keep drowning in this haziness deeper and deeper.
Suddenly he is hit with the awareness of never wanting to experience a reality without his lover on top of him, touching him and kissing till he is a breathless mess, embracing his body and mind with this warmth and this urgency to just let it go.
To let go from reality and let his mind wander to a place where his doubts and his problems don’t exist, a place where titles and duty don’t hold any value and let the waves completely suck him till the bottom of the nothingness, where everything feels safe and so warm.
Palm cups the youngest’s face from his neck and gently pulls him closer till their foreheads are touching, suddenly yearning for the contact that immediately sends electric vibrations though their bodies, feeling the remains of stress and all preoccupations leaving their minds — and within this newfound weightless state, rubbing their noses, they relish the security of being in each other's embrace.
Palms whispers with his desires plastered in his voice “Then I want you to give me everything you can Mr. Nueng”. He grabs the youngest’s face again and kisses him so profoundly, dragging his lover to the depths with him.
Within the messiness of their now sloppy kiss, he rips Nueng’s shirt and pants off and tucks him very close, warping his arms around his back and vowing to himself that he won’t ever let go of him.
Nueng puts his thigh between eldest’s legs and starts thrusting up while kissing him — willingly bearing himself for his lover to completely tug him in — their skin glistening with sweat and their breathing increasing and mingling together.
Grabbing each part of skin that they can reach, feeling the nails scraping their arms and their teeth grazing their skin. With each thrust of the youngest’s thigh creating beautiful grunts and whimpers.
Nueng let his hand desperately search for the eldest’s member and swiftly starts pumping up as he frenetically drinks the sight of him throwing his head back, with tears and sweat glistening his skin, the hair sticking at the sides of his face with his pretty mouth parted — molding this image that Nueng desires with his whole being to engrave in his brain permanently.
He takes his time jerking off Palm, picking a pace that doesn’t feel rushed nor too slow, wanting this moment to last as much as possible while relishing every single second of it. With each pump accompanied with the release of a whimper, collecting more of the stickiness and dragging to the base and up to the top again and again.
He then starts telling the eldest some little praises that he knows will make him blush.
He whispers: “I could spend the rest of my life just giving you pleasure like this.” And “You look so fucking delicious right now.” To which Palm responds with such a cute and surprised gasp that briefly removes him from his own state of cloudy haziness.
And, Nueng not giving him enough time to adjust, unexpectedly drowns him back at it in the form of a violent current that drags him, with crypts of white dots adorning right behind of his eyes as Nueng’s hand pump him so ridiculously slow.
He lets out a deep and exasperated groan, his whole body spinning and driving him in an even deeper headspace that he was before, all those different sensations overcoming his senses — the feeling of the tides pushing and breaking his body from divergent directions to then — finally, allowing the pleasant darkness to envelop his mind completely.
—Floating in this peaceful beach, with the tranquil water as their only company. The sounds of the waves crashing— muted. With a distant echoing that’s feels nothing more than a warm hum at the back of their minds.
Nueng focuses his full attention on biting and letting his teeth slightly graze at the nipple and then sucking it, kissing around and enveloping with his tongue, slightly blowing in between those motions and admiring the shine of the skin along with the goosebumps rising so gracefully. Then focusing on the feeling Palm’s nails lightly and firmly scratching from his waist and securely traveling to the upper part of his back — creating these back and forth motions that release shivers that expand throughout his body.
After a thought pops up in his mind he stops with his hand and mouth for a moment and when Palm blinks from his daze staring at him questionably, the youngest responds with an excitement he can’t help but voice it “It’s just so fucking satisfying to see you like this outside of my imagination”.
He doesn’t fight the urge to peck Palm’s lips after this shy expression blooms in his face, with a slightly raspy tone, he says between pecking his lips “You’re way more delicious and hotter than what my imagination could ever create.”
"Mr. Nueng!" Palm creaks between shy giggles which, in response, generates in his chest this immense ache filled with the need to spend the rest of his life praising this beautiful man he feels so lucky to have as a boyfriend — and so he vocalizes.
In response, Palms cheeks get incredibly hotter with a pink tint in it — hiding his ridiculous fond smile on the youngest’s neck with a humph and with a shy tone he pleads “Mr. Nueng please stop —I feel like im going to pass out if you keep throwing those compliments at my face”.
Nueng lets out some giggles at that and clings to his lover’s shoulders, gently squeezing his warm skin, letting his body completely melts in his chest.
When he feels Palm's fingers running sweetly through his hair tugging at the strands, he lets out a very satisfied hum as he holds tightly to his chest all the affection and the immense amount of love that he feels every moment in the presence of the eldest.
He clutches those feelings very tightly in his chest, before he lets it expands through his body — making him slightly lightheaded and woozy from the warmth that consequently blooms. Feeling home for the first time in his life, right here with the sweat and their tangled limbs and the beach as their only company.
When he opens his eyes, he is met with the sight of Palm mirroring everything he feels inside, seeing in his eyes the reflection of every single emotion he is experiencing right now, Nueng feels a thrill of such a raw reciprocity that suddenly all his insides burst as he dives for his own member to start pumping them both together.
Their vision stars to fog up, the movements getting more and more frenetic, both diving deeper the closer they get in search for relieve — his hands keep working harder and faster, both feeling the tiredness and the erratic breathing along with the need to come weighting in their movements to then finally feeling their insides coy in search for an ease as they reach their peak together after some more pumps.
Numbing expanding throughout their limbs, their minds full of whiteness and the intense pleasure giving up space for a soothing lull enveloping their bodies as Nuengs fells his body weight falling at the eldest embrace.
A moment passes by before they reach up to clean themselves and change the sheets, jumping back in afterwards.
Nueng turns to Palm and opens his arms with him not batting an eye before diving into the youngest’s embrace and circling his hands around his waist, both hugging tightly with Palm climbing up till his face is breathing in his boyfriend’s neck, letting his nose rub in the warm skin and smelling the traces their soap lingering in it.
They both fall asleep not much longer after. Feeling the content enveloping in their dreams.