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After everything that happened in Suppalo, Akk had never been more grateful for anything in his life than he was for Ayan.
Because honestly? He didn’t know where he’d be without him.
Maybe he would’ve ended up like Mess, still trying to pull himself together with the help of a psychiatrist. Or worse—maybe he would’ve slipped into the same darkness that swallowed Uncle Dika whole.
But Ayan was his lifeline. His constant. His always.
Even when Akk tried to push him away—when anxiety and denial wrapped tightly around his throat—Ayan had stayed. Patient. Calm. Soft in all the ways Akk didn’t think he deserved.
He loved Ayan so much it hurt.
Even if the words never came easily, even if they stuck behind his teeth or died on his tongue—he knew Ayan could feel it. In every touch. Every look. Every time he stayed when Akk thought he would leave.
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They were supposed to go to England together. That was the plan.
A shared dream. A future built on courage and hope and possibility.
But then reality hit.
Akk couldn’t leave his parents. Couldn’t be that far from home. From them.
So when Ayan announced that he’d chosen to attend university in Thailand instead—in the same school as Akk—he felt something twist inside his chest. Guilt. Shame. A sense of unworthiness that clung to him like a second skin.
He kept trying to convince Ayan they could still make it work, even if Ayan went abroad. Long distance, he argued, was manageable. Technology existed for a reason. Video calls, texts, late-night phone calls across time zones—it could all be enough.
But Ayan had already made his choice.
He chose Akk.
Even if Akk never asked.
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That night, Ayan stayed over. He often did these days. It had become a quiet routine, a warm habit that neither of them had the heart to break.
But tonight, the silence between them felt heavier.
“Akk?” Ayan asked gently, brushing his thumb across Akk’s hand. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s going on?”
Akk stared at him for a moment, eyes unreadable, before dropping his gaze.
“Nothing,” he said. A lie, and a bad one.
Ayan moved closer, worry settling on his face. “You’re lying.”
Akk didn’t respond.
“Akk,” Ayan said softly, placing a hand on his cheek, coaxing him gently, “whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Akk’s voice came out barely above a whisper.
“This is all because of me.”
Ayan blinked. “What is?”
“You didn’t go to England because of me,” Akk said, eyes fixed on the floor. “I ruined your dream. And your mom—she wanted you to go so badly. I—”
His voice cracked. “I held you back.”
Ayan’s heart ached.
He reached out and tilted Akk’s chin up, gently, until their eyes met.
“Hey. None of this is your fault,” Ayan said firmly. “I made that decision. Me. Not you.”
“But—”
“I didn’t lose my dream, Akk,” he interrupted. “I’m still studying the same major. I still want to become a teacher—just like my uncle. That hasn’t changed. The only thing that changed… is where I’m doing it.”
He smiled, eyes warm and unwavering.
“And the reason why I chose to stay? It’s simple. You.”
Akk swallowed, guilt still burning behind his ribs.
“I would’ve lost something way more important if I’d gone to England and left you here,” Ayan continued. “You think I could’ve focused? Knowing you were here, hurting, blaming yourself for everything? I couldn’t do that.”
He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together.
“You are my priority now.”
Akk’s eyes began to well with tears.
“My mom understands,” Ayan whispered. “I talked to her. She supports me. Because she knows that my happiness… is here. With you.”
A tear slid down Akk’s cheek. Ayan brushed it away with a thumb, then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“You have to believe me, Akk. This choice—staying here, being with you—it was mine. And if I had to make it a thousand times, I’d still choose you.”
Akk’s voice trembled.
“I love you, Aye… so much.”
Ayan smiled softly. “I love you too, baby.”
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The future was uncertain.
Their relationship was still young. Still fragile. Still learning how to survive.
But as long as Ayan was there—holding his hand, standing by his side—Akk knew he could face whatever came next.
That night, they fell asleep hand in hand.
Fingers intertwined. Hearts aligned.
As if letting go would mean losing everything

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Akk woke up earlier than usual, with Ayan snoring softly on his chest. His weight pressed down gently, warm and grounding, like he belonged there. Ayan was not a morning person, and on weekends like this, it was always harder to wake him.

But today was important.

They had plans to visit the apartment they might soon call their home. Yes, they were moving in together. Just thinking about it made Akk’s chest tighten with both excitement and nervousness.

They had been planning this since the day Ayan decided to enroll at the same university. Sharing a place would be easier, cheaper, and—most importantly—meant they could spend every day together. For over a month they’d scrolled through endless listings online, and finally they had chosen one apartment among hundreds. It wasn’t far from campus, and the photos had shown interiors that matched what they had been imagining.

The problem now was waking Ayan. Their appointment with the landlord was at 10:00 a.m., and it was already 8:00.

Akk brushed his fingers gently across Ayan’s cheek.
“Aye, wake up. We have to go see the apartment,” he whispered.

Ayan only groaned, eyes still shut, and hugged Akk tighter.
“Hmm.”

“Okay, you can keep sleeping. I’ll get ready first,” Akk murmured, trying to slip free.

But Ayan tugged him back down to the bed, his arms like chains around him.
“Five more minutes, Akk,” he mumbled in his husky, just-woken-up voice.

Akk rolled his eyes. “Ayeee, it’s already late. I still need to shower and cook breakfast. You can sleep more after I’m done, but let me go now.”

Suddenly, Ayan’s eyes opened. He looked at Akk with that lazy, gentle gaze, then leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Akk froze, his face burning.

“I’ll get up… if you let me shower with you. Deal?” Ayan smirked.

Akk’s breath caught. His ears turned red. “Shameless.”

“Maybe. But I’m yours,” Ayan teased.

Akk huffed, trying again to wriggle free. “Fine. Get up. Let’s shower together.”

That did the trick. Ayan sprang up and followed him, grinning like a child who’d won.

Showering together had become their routine. It wasn’t about lust—though Ayan’s playful teasing always left Akk flustered—but about intimacy. They took turns washing each other’s hair, laughing softly when the bubbles clung stubbornly to their faces.

Afterward, Akk dressed quickly and went to the kitchen. He prepared two simple sandwiches and poured two cups of coffee. When they ate, the silence between them was comfortable. No words were needed; their presence was enough.

But Ayan was the one to break it.
“Akk, how do you feel this morning? We’re going to see our apartment for the first time.”

Akk blushed hearing the words our apartment. His heart thumped in his chest. Soon, it wouldn’t just be Ayan staying over at his dorm every other day—it would be real, official. Their own place. Just the two of them.

“I’m so excited, Aye. Finally, we’ll be together twenty-four seven,” he admitted with a shy smile.

Ayan’s eyes softened. “Yeah… I can’t wait either.”

They left the dorm and walked hand-in-hand down the street. Bangkok was already awake—buses rumbling past, vendors setting up their stalls, the air carrying the smell of fried dough and fresh coffee. Ayan squeezed Akk’s hand occasionally, his thumb brushing circles against his skin. It was public, and Akk’s face heated with embarrassment, but he didn’t pull away.

When they arrived, the landlord greeted them politely and showed them inside. The moment Akk stepped into the apartment, he knew.

Sunlight spilled through the large balcony doors, lighting up the living room. The balcony itself overlooked the city, with its busy streets and distant skyscrapers. A king-sized bed sat in the corner of the bedroom, plush and inviting. The sofa faced a wide television screen, and Akk could already imagine sitting there with Ayan, a bowl of popcorn between them, watching movies late into the night.

It was simple, but it was perfect.

While the landlord talked about utilities and contracts, Akk’s mind wandered. He pictured decorating the space—hanging little curtains, placing their framed photo on the table, maybe adding plants near the window. He imagined the laughter that would fill the rooms, the quiet mornings with coffee, the warmth of Ayan’s presence everywhere.

“This is it,” Ayan whispered softly beside him, his hand brushing Akk’s. “This will be our home.”

Akk’s throat tightened, his cheeks burning again. He turned away, embarrassed, but he couldn’t hide his smile.

For the first time, the future felt real. And it felt like theirs

The landlord finished explaining the details and handed them the contract. Ayan signed without hesitation, then slid the paper toward Akk with a grin.

“Your turn,” he said.

Akk hesitated for only a second before writing his name next to Ayan’s. His signature looked small and shaky compared to Ayan’s bold strokes, but when he set the pen down, his heart swelled.

It was done.

When the landlord finally left, the apartment was quiet—just the two of them standing in the empty living room. Ayan walked over to the balcony, sliding the glass door open. The city stretched out below, humming with life, and the wind carried the faint smell of food stalls from the street.

Akk joined him, leaning against the railing. For a moment, they said nothing. The silence was wide, full of unspoken promises.

Then Ayan’s fingers found his.
“Let’s fill this place with our memories,” he whispered. “Every morning, every night… just us.”

Akk turned to look at him, cheeks pink, eyes soft. His chest ached in the best way.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Just us.”

Ayan leaned down, pressing a kiss to Akk’s temple. The warmth lingered, as steady as the city lights that flickered far below.

For the first time, this wasn’t just an apartment.
It was home.
Their home

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The car ride was quiet in the way only mornings could be. Sunlight painted the roads gold as the city slowly stretched awake. Ayan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console, while a playlist of mellow songs filled the background. Beside him, Akk was hunched over his phone, scrolling through the shopping list he’d so carefully prepared. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed in a straight line, looking far too serious for a Saturday.

“You’re ridiculous,” Ayan muttered, shooting him a sideways glance. “We’re moving in, not calculating rocket launches.”

Akk didn’t even lift his head. “If we don’t plan properly, we’ll forget something important.”

“Like what? Toilet paper? We can survive without it for a day.”

That finally got Akk’s head to snap up, horrified. “Absolutely not—”

But before he could continue, Ayan caught his hand, warm and firm, pulling it away from the phone. Their fingers laced easily, naturally, as if they’d always fit like this. Akk stiffened for a second, then sighed, letting Ayan’s thumb brush soothing circles against his knuckles.

“Relax, Akk. We’ll get what we need. It’s our place now. Let’s have fun with it.”

Akk softened at the word our. It still felt new, strange, precious—like something fragile he wanted to hold carefully in both hands.

“What’s the first thing on your list?” Ayan asked.

“Bookshelf,” Akk answered without hesitation.

“Gaming chair,” Ayan replied at the exact same time, grinning.

Their laughter blended into the music, light and easy. Then Akk, almost as an afterthought, added, “I was also thinking… maybe we should get a plant. Something to make the apartment feel alive.”

“A plant?” Ayan raised a brow. “Fine. But I’m getting a cactus. Low maintenance. Perfect, like me.”

“You’re the opposite of low maintenance,” Akk deadpanned, but his lips curved in the faintest smile.

“Then you can get your leafy thing, and I’ll get my cactus. Let’s see which one survives longer.”

Akk gave him a sidelong look, already certain of the answer. But he didn’t argue, and the warmth of Ayan’s hand in his lingered all the way to the store.

The furniture store was massive, a maze of bright lights and neatly staged living rooms. Couples wandered slowly, kids darted between sofa displays, and salespeople offered polite smiles. The smell of wood polish and faint lavender filled the air.

Ayan immediately gravitated toward the chairs, hopping into the plushest recliner he could find. He leaned back dramatically, spreading his arms like a king. “Behold, my throne!”

Akk, already slipping the measuring tape from his pocket, didn’t bother looking up. “We’re not here to buy you a kingdom.”

“But we are here to buy me a chair,” Ayan countered, swiveling in place with boyish delight. “Imagine me in this, headset on, saving the world one game at a time.”

“You already wake the neighbors when you play.”

“Then at least I’ll wake them comfortably.”

Akk sighed, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him, tugging upward. He crouched by a shelf display, carefully measuring dimensions, murmuring numbers under his breath. His fingers brushed the smooth grain of wood as though it already belonged to him.

When Ayan came over, chin resting on Akk’s shoulder, he caught the faint spark in Akk’s eyes.

“You’re picturing your books, aren’t you?” he teased softly.

Akk shifted slightly but didn’t deny it.

“I’ll allow it,” Ayan said magnanimously, “as long as you don’t get jealous of my chair.”

This time, Akk actually swatted him with the measuring tape.

Their sofa debate was less playful. Ayan wanted something light—“good for streaming backgrounds!”—while Akk insisted on darker tones that wouldn’t stain. They circled the options for a good fifteen minutes until finally compromising on a muted gray, both sulking for a while before breaking into reluctant smiles.

On their way to checkout, they stumbled upon the indoor plant section. Akk’s eyes softened at the sight of glossy green leaves. He stopped by one with broad, vibrant foliage, fingertips brushing against it. “This one. It’ll look perfect by the window.”

Ayan immediately grabbed a tiny cactus in a painted ceramic pot, complete with a cartoon smile. “This one. It’s tough, just like me.”

“You?” Akk raised an unimpressed brow. “Tough?”

“I’ve survived you this long, haven’t I?” Ayan winked, and Akk rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue when both plants ended up in their cart.

The bookstore was quieter, a haven of hushed whispers and rustling pages. For Akk, it was like stepping into a cathedral. His shoulders relaxed, his steps slowed, and his fingers trailed reverently along the spines as though each title greeted him like an old friend.

Ayan trailed behind, carrying their bags, half exasperated, half captivated. He’d seen Akk serious, stressed, even smiling, but this—this quiet glow—was something else entirely.

“You look like you’re about to marry those books,” Ayan teased.

Akk flushed but didn’t stop browsing. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious. Should I be jealous?”

Akk froze for a fraction of a second, then turned, ears pink. “Books don’t keep me warm at night,” he said quietly. “And they can’t make me laugh.”

The grin slid off Ayan’s face, replaced by something softer, more fragile. He leaned forward just enough to brush his fingers against Akk’s before dropping them again, murmuring, “Good. Because I don’t think I could compete.”

Akk’s smile lingered all the way to the register.

By the time they reached the gaming store, the roles had reversed. Ayan’s energy skyrocketed the moment neon-lit keyboards and sleek monitors came into view. He darted from one display to another, testing mechanical switches with loud clicks, slipping on headsets, spinning dramatically in chairs.

“You’re like a child,” Akk said, though his voice carried amusement.

“Correction: a professional gamer,” Ayan declared, adjusting a headset like a crown. “In his natural habitat.”

“You don’t even stream.”

“Yet,” Ayan shot back, grinning wickedly. Then, leaning closer, he added, “If I get this new chair, you have to sit in my lap while I play. Deal?”

Akk’s ears turned scarlet. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll take that as a maybe,” Ayan said cheerfully, already wheeling the chair toward the counter.

The sun was dipping low by the time they pulled into their new apartment’s lot, the car packed to the brim with bags, boxes, and plants. Unloading was chaos: Akk organized screws by size while Ayan tried—and failed—to skip the instructions, resulting in a chair leg installed backward.

“You’d never survive without me,” Akk muttered, tightening the final bolt with precise hands.

“True,” Ayan admitted without shame, spinning gleefully once the chair was upright.

The bookshelf came together more smoothly, Akk’s careful focus shaping it into something sturdy, ready to hold the worlds he loved. He placed the leafy plant beside it, sunlight catching on its leaves. Ayan set his cactus proudly on the corner of his desk, declaring it their “gaming mascot.”

They teased each other about which plant would die first, laughter bouncing easily off the bare walls. Slowly, the empty apartment began to take shape—not perfect, not finished, but theirs.

By the time everything was assembled, exhaustion sank into their bones. They collapsed side by side on the new sofa, the faint smell of new fabric surrounding them. Akk held a book but didn’t open it; Ayan scrolled idly through his phone, one leg curled up, shoulder brushing Akk’s.

The silence between them was comfortable, rich with the hum of a shared future.

“This already feels like home,” Akk murmured, almost absentmindedly.

Ayan set his phone down, turning fully to him. His voice dropped, softer than Akk expected. “Home isn’t the furniture, Akk. It’s you.”

The words lingered like sunlight. Before Akk could respond, Ayan leaned in, brushing their lips together. It wasn’t rushed or hungry—just steady, warm, full of everything words couldn’t hold. Akk’s eyes fluttered shut, his free hand lifting to cup Ayan’s cheek, grounding himself in the certainty of it.

When they pulled back, both were smiling faintly, foreheads nearly touching. In the corner, the plants stood quietly by their new homes, silent witnesses to beginnings.

And for the first time, Akk didn’t just think of it as an apartment. It was something else entirely. It was home.

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The sound of keys jingling echoed down the quiet hallway before the apartment door creaked open. Ayan stumbled inside, his arms overloaded with bags stuffed with clothes, shoes, and little things he refused to leave behind. His shoulders sagged dramatically, lips curling into an exaggerated pout.

“Ugh—why do I own so much?” he groaned, kicking the door shut with the side of his foot.

The faint clatter of pans came from inside the kitchen. Something savory lingered in the air—soy, garlic, and the faint aroma of sizzling oil. Ayan paused mid-step, blinking in surprise.

“…Is that what I think it is?”

From behind the counter, Akk stood focused at the stove, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, spatula in hand. His posture was stiff, cautious, as though every movement carried the weight of perfection. It was their first time cooking in their new apartment, the kitchen still bare and unfamiliar, but Akk approached it with the same concentration he gave everything else.

“You’re finally here,” Akk said evenly, not looking up from the pan. “Put your things down. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Ayan set the bags down with an exaggerated groan of relief. “Wow… Akk, cooking on our first night? That’s dangerously romantic of you.”

“It’s just stir-fry,” Akk muttered, though his ears were already tinged pink.

Still grinning, Ayan sauntered into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his chin propped on his hand. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched Akk’s precise motions. “But it’s our stir-fry. In our apartment. That makes it special.”

Akk shot him a side glance, the kind of look meant to silence, but Ayan only smirked wider.

Dinner turned out simple: instant noodles and stir-fried vegetables, with canned drinks bought hastily from the convenience store downstairs. The two of them sat on the floor, their backs pressed against the sofa, legs stretched out, chopsticks clinking lightly against mismatched bowls.

Ayan slurped loudly, sighing with content. “This is it. This is real student life. Instant noodles on the floor with my boyfriend.”

“We’re already students,” Akk replied, but the smallest smile tugged at his lips.

“Yeah, but this is, like, the official ceremony,” Ayan teased, raising his chopsticks in a toast. “To us, and to our little apartment.”

Akk humored him, tapping his chopsticks lightly against Ayan’s. “To us.”

Later, the dishes sat forgotten in the sink. The lights were dimmed, the hum of the city outside muffled by thick curtains. They sprawled on the sofa together, a blanket tossed lazily over their legs. Ayan’s favorite movie played on the TV, though Akk seemed far more absorbed in his dessert—a tub of vanilla ice cream resting on his lap.

“You really love that flavor,” Ayan remarked, eyes flicking between Akk and the screen.

“It’s simple,” Akk replied between bites. “Not too sweet. Just right.”

“Like you, then,” Ayan quipped.

Akk ignored him, but the pink dusting his ears betrayed his embarrassment. Without a word, he scooped up a spoonful and held it toward Ayan. “Here. Try it.”

Ayan’s grin widened. “Wow. Akk feeding me? This must be love.”

“Just eat.”

Leaning forward, Ayan accepted the bite, humming dramatically. “Mmm, delicious. Though I think it tastes better from you.”

When he pulled back, he noticed a small smear of ice cream at the corner of Akk’s mouth. His grin softened into something gentler. Leaning in, he brushed his thumb against Akk’s lips, but instead of wiping it away, he kissed him—slow, unhurried, lingering just enough to taste both vanilla and warmth.

When he pulled back, his voice was low and teasing. “Better than ice cream.”

Akk’s cheeks flamed red. He turned back toward the screen, muttering, “…You’re impossible.”

Ayan laughed quietly, curling into him. “And you love it.”

The movie eventually faded into background noise, their attention wrapped around each other more than the screen. Ayan’s head rested against Akk’s shoulder, his fingers idly tracing the hem of Akk’s shirt. For once, the silence wasn’t filled with his chatter.

“I’m really happy,” Ayan murmured suddenly, his voice softer than the film’s dialogue.

Akk tilted his head, glancing down. “Why?”

“Because this is everything I wanted. Living with you. Falling asleep next to you. Waking up and knowing you’re here. I don’t care if this place is tiny or if we only have noodles for dinner. With you, it feels… perfect.”

Akk’s chest tightened at the sincerity. He wanted to respond, but the words tangled on his tongue. So instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Ayan’s.

The kiss was slow at first, tentative, but full of meaning. Ayan smiled into it, his hand coming up to cup Akk’s cheek, pulling him closer. The ice cream was forgotten, the movie long ignored—only the warmth between them mattered.

Without breaking the kiss, Ayan shifted, tugging Akk gently as they stood. It was clumsy, full of soft laughter against each other’s lips, but neither pulled away. Step by step, they made their way toward the bedroom, still kissing, still holding on as if afraid to let go.

By the time they reached the edge of the bed, both were breathless, their foreheads touching.

“Tonight… let me take care of you,” Akk whispered, surprising even himself with how steady his voice sounded.

Ayan’s eyes widened, his chest rising and falling quickly. He could only nod, his usual witty replies gone, replaced with something raw—He only nodded.

Akk leaned forward, catching Ayan’s lips once more. The kiss was deeper this time, less hesitant, as if the quiet between them had finally given way to something stronger.

His hands moved slowly, carefully, sliding beneath the hem of Ayan’s shirt. Ayan’s breath hitched when Akk tugged the fabric upward, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. The air felt heavier instantly, charged with nervous anticipation.

Akk hesitated for only a heartbeat before tugging off his own shirt as well. When their bare skin brushed, both of them shivered at the sudden closeness.

Ayan’s hands instinctively reached up, fingers curling around the back of Akk’s neck, pulling him down into another kiss. This one was almost desperate—hungry, but shaky at the edges, filled with both longing and nervousness.

Their breaths mingled, uneven and warm, as the kiss deepened. Every small movement carried the unspoken truth: they were stepping into new territory, together.

Akk pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his lips trailing from Ayan’s mouth down to the curve of his neck. He pressed soft, lingering kisses against the sensitive skin there, each one drawing a quiet gasp from Ayan.

As Akk’s hand moved upward, his fingers brushed lightly across Ayan’s chest before settling on his nipples, teasing just enough to make Ayan shiver and let out a soft, unsteady moan. The sound made Akk’s chest tighten, his own pulse quickening.

He continued downward, leaving a trail of kisses across Ayan’s chest, then lower to the flat of his stomach. Ayan’s breath grew heavier with each touch, his body shifting beneath Akk’s as if torn between nervousness and desire.

When Akk’s hand finally reached the waistband of Ayan’s pants, his fingers lingered there, playing lightly with the fabric, testing, teasing—waiting for permission in the space between them.

Ayan’s hands clutched the sheets, his lips parted, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at Akk, both flushed and trembling with anticipation.

Akk’s fingers trembled slightly as they found the zipper of Ayan’s pants. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled it down, the faint sound loud in the charged silence between them. Ayan’s breath hitched, his grip tightening on Akk’s shoulder as if grounding himself.

With careful hands, Akk slid the fabric lower, easing it down until it slipped away completely. In the dim light of their bedroom, Ayan lay before him with nothing left to hide, his cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling quickly.

Akk stroking the thick Ayan cock with his fingers and playing with his heavy balls, squeezing them slowly and it makes Ayan moan

Fuck—Akkkkk , his body arching.

And heard that Akk smirked, there was something electrifying about knowing—without question—that he was the only one who could pull such sounds from Ayan, the only reason behind that breathless expression.

And without permission Akk took Ayan cock into his mouth, sinking down untuk his throat burning. It's first time for him but for Ayan, he would push past the nerves, past the doubt. Because if there was one thing he knew with certainty, it was that Ayan would do the same for him, without hesitation.

He sucked hard,like a porn video that he watched before—cause Akk want to please Ayan, want to be reason Ayan feels this way. When he pulled back it was only to spit on it, spreading the saliva with his hand before swallowing him again, deeper to his throat .

Fuck—Akk, you will be death of me—Ayan growled, he moan Akk name like prayer .

Ayan was close, he could feel it running through his whole body, burning from his stomach down to his legs.

I am gonna cum Akk—he warned, his voice trembling, but Akk didn't move away. He looked up at Ayan and swallowing him whole.

The orgasm hit witout restraint. Ayan let out a guttural growl, holding his head down as he spilled hot, thick loads into his throat. Akk swallowed as much as he could, but some spilled over, running down to his chin, driping into his neck.

Look at you—Ayan panted, still breathless. All messy with my cum—fuck, Akk—you're really will be death of me.

Ayan grabbed his face and kissed him anyway, mixing the salty taste between their lips.

You taste like me—Ayan laughed into the kiss, his breathing uneven.

Akk pulled back, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and for a moment he looked almost uncertain—unsure of what came next.

But Ayan wasn’t about to let it end there. With a soft laugh, still breathless, he reached up and cupped Akk’s face.
“You think I’ll just lie here and let only you take care of me?” he whispered, his eyes glowing with affection. “No way. It’s my turn.”

Before Akk could protest, Ayan tugged him closer, reversing their positions with playful ease. His hands roamed with confidence, his touches both teasing and tender, coaxing every sound and reaction out of Akk the way only he could.

Akk’s nerves melted quickly, replaced by shivers that wracked his body, his head falling back as Ayan whispered quiet encouragements against his skin. Each touch, each kiss, pushed him closer until the tension broke, his release crashing through him with a force that left him clinging helplessly to Ayan.

When it was over, Akk lay there stunned, chest heaving, his body spent. Ayan leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth gently, almost reverently, before gathering him into his arms.

The quiet that followed wasn’t heavy—it was full. Ayan rested his cheek against Akk’s chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He pressed a kiss to the warm skin there, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You know…” he murmured mischievously, “we still have a whole week before classes start.”

Akk groaned softly, already suspicious. “And?”

“And…” Ayan’s grin was audible in his voice, his finger tracing lazy circles across Akk’s chest, “…that means we can do this seven more times. Every night. Maybe even every morning, too.”

Akk slapped a hand over his face, ears blazing red. “Ayan… you’re shameless.”

“Shameless,” Ayan echoed with a soft laugh, kissing Akk’s jaw, “but yours. For the whole week.”

Despite himself, Akk’s lips curved into a smile. He pulled the blanket tighter around them, muttering, “Go to sleep.”

But Ayan only chuckled, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Fine. I’ll let you rest tonight. Tomorrow… we start the countdown.”

And just like that, their first night in the apartment ended not only with kisses and laughter, but with the quiet certainty of a beginning neither of them could wait to explore.

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Morning sunlight streamed gently through the apartment windows, making Akk squint one eye against the brightness. On his chest, Ayan—his boyfriend—was curled up in a peaceful sleep, the rise and fall of his breathing slow and steady, his face serene.

Akk couldn’t help but smile softly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Ayan’s forehead. Their apartment, still a little chaotic from the move, was slowly taking shape around them—bookshelves stacked carefully with Akk’s novels, Ayan’s gaming setup already dominating a corner, and a few plants Akk had insisted on bringing, adding a touch of life to the otherwise empty space.

Today was their first day at university. A day full of new beginnings, new faces, and probably a mountain of responsibilities. Yet Akk found himself lingering in the moment, memorizing the curve of Ayan’s jaw, the way his lips parted slightly in sleep.

Careful not to wake him, Akk shifted slightly so he could get a better look without disturbing Ayan’s gentle breathing. Then, with a quiet laugh to himself, he whispered, “You really know how to make waking up feel impossible… in the best way.”

Ayan stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, and Akk’s heart gave a small flutter. Finally, he nudged him gently. “Come on, sleepyhead. First day at university. Let’s not be late.”

Ayan blinked slowly, stretching and letting out a tiny yawn. “Five more minutes…” he murmured, snuggling closer for just a moment longer.

Akk shook his head, laughing quietly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Ayan’s head before carefully sliding out of bed.
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After a week of living together, the apartment was mostly settled. Akk’s books lined the shelves neatly, Ayan’s gaming setup gleamed in the corner, and the plants Akk loved added life to the space. Yet traces of last night lingered: a half-empty takeout box on the coffee table, a blanket draped over the sofa where Ayan had fallen asleep mid-game, and a couple of mugs from their late-night tea session.

Carefully sliding off the bed, Akk headed to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the apartment as he showered and got dressed. Emerging refreshed, he made his way to the kitchen, determined to cook breakfast for them—eggs, toast, and a little bit of their favorite fruit. The aroma began filling the room.

Just then, Ayan appeared at the kitchen doorway, hair messy and eyes still half-closed. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Akk’s waist from behind, pressing a soft, urgent kiss to his shoulder.

Akk chuckled, leaning slightly into him. “Morning… but seriously, go take a shower and get ready. Breakfast isn’t going to wait forever.”

Ayan tightened his hold and shook his head stubbornly. “Nope. I refuse. I’m only getting ready after a proper morning kiss from you,” he said firmly, his lips twitching into a mischievous grin.

Akk raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re so stubborn. Fine… but make it quick, or you’ll miss breakfast.”

Ayan leaned up and pressed his lips to Akk’s softly, holding the kiss just long enough to make Akk’s heart flutter. “Satisfied?” Akk asked, still grinning.

“Now go shower before I carry you there myself,” Akk said with a playful smirk. Reluctantly, Ayan laughed and slipped off to get ready, shaking his head at how easily Akk could make him obey.

Once Ayan was dressed and slightly more awake, they sat down at the table to enjoy breakfast together. Between bites, they shared soft touches, playful nudges, and laughter over little mishaps—like Akk trying to cut toast while Ayan sneakily stole the fruit.

Finally, with empty plates and full hearts, they grabbed their backpacks. Akk linked his arm with Ayan’s. “Ready to face the first day of classes together?”

Ayan smirked, leaning close. “Always… especially with you by my side.”

Hand in hand, they stepped out into the morning sunlight, leaving their cozy, slightly messy apartment behind, alive with the warmth of their love, as they headed toward university together.
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The car ride was quiet at first, filled only with the soft hum of the engine and the occasional chirp of birds. Akk drove carefully, glancing at Ayan from time to time, who sat in the passenger seat, hair still slightly damp from the morning shower.

“You know,” Ayan began, breaking the comfortable silence, “I think I could get used to this… morning walks, breakfast together, and driving to university with you every day.”

Akk glanced at him, smiling softly. “You mean the part where you steal bites of my toast and distract me while I’m driving?”

Ayan grinned, leaning his head on the back of the seat. “That part too.”

Akk shook his head, laughing quietly. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Ayan replied immediately, smirking.

For a while, they rode in companionable silence again, the sunlight streaming through the windows, warming the car and their hands as they stayed intertwined.

“Promise me something?” Ayan suddenly said, turning to look at him with a soft, earnest expression.

“Anything,” Akk replied, curious.

“Promise me we’ll always have mornings like this. Even when university gets crazy and life gets… messy.”

Akk’s heart warmed. He turned slightly to kiss Ayan’s forehead. “I promise. No matter what, we’ll make time for each other.”

Ayan smiled, a small laugh escaping him. “Good… because you’re stuck with me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Akk said, pretending to roll his eyes, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. “I know.”

As the campus came into view, their hands reluctantly parted, each squeezing once more before they stepped out of the car, hearts still buzzing from the quiet intimacy of the ride.
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The campus was alive with the buzz of students hurrying to their first classes, laughter echoing from courtyards, and the faint aroma of coffee from nearby kiosks. Akk and Ayan walked side by side, backpacks snug on their shoulders, hearts still warmed from their morning ride.

“Look who’s here,” a familiar voice called out, cutting through the ambient noise. Wat was waving energetically, his grin almost impossibly wide. “Well, well… the campus’ most hopelessly in-love couple has finally arrived!”

Akk rolled his eyes, though a small blush crept onto his cheeks. “We’re not that obvious…” he muttered.

“Not obvious?!” Wat laughed loudly, shaking his head. “You two are holding hands in public, smiling like idiots, and probably planning your next couple selfie in your heads right now!”

Ayan leaned in closer to Akk, whispering with a smirk, “See? I told you they notice us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Akk said, rolling his eyes, but the corners of his lips tugged upward. “Ignore him. Let’s just get to class.”

Wat laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying, you’re still totally smitten with each other.”

Akk shook his head with a soft smile. “We’re not overdoing it.”

“Sure, sure,” Wat teased, snapping a quick picture of them with his camera. “Anyway, I’m heading to my first Film Production class—finally chasing my dream like I’ve always wanted.”

Ayan pouted slightly, looking up at Akk. “Hey… before we split for classes, I think I deserve a proper kiss.” His voice was soft, almost pleading, and he tugged Akk down slightly.

Akk laughed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Ayan’s lips. “You’re hopeless,” he murmured.

“Exactly,” Ayan whispered with a mischievous grin.

As they stepped back, Akk and Ayan shared a quick squeeze, knowing they’d be in separate classrooms for a while. Akk headed toward the English Literature building, eager to dive into his favorite novels, while Ayan made his way to History Education, inspired by Uncle Dika and dreaming of the classrooms he’d one day teach in.

They passed messages from friends: Kan and Thua had decided to study abroad together in LA, chasing their own adventures, leaving Akk, Ayan, and Wat to navigate university life locally.

Before heading into their respective buildings, Akk and Ayan promised, “Meet me in the cafeteria after our classes?”

Ayan grinned and nodded. “Absolutely. Don’t even think about ditching me.”

Wat, noticing their clingy yet playful dynamic, shook his head with a laugh. “Seriously, you two are still so cheesy together. I swear, every time I see you, it’s like a rom-com scene.”

Akk rolled his eyes, smirking. “We’re just… really into each other.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wat said, chuckling. “Hopelessly in love, if you ask me.”

With that, they all went their separate ways, each carrying a little warmth from the morning—and the promise of seeing each other again at lunch.
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After finishing his class, Ayan headed straight to the cafeteria. The place was bustling with students trying to find tables, the smell of food mixing with the chatter of hundreds of voices. He spotted Wat juggling his tray and a sandwich, scanning for an empty seat, and waved him over.

“Finally made it,” Wat said, plopping down on the edge of a free chair and biting into his sandwich. “First day chaos, huh?”

Ayan laughed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Everyone seems to know exactly where they’re going except me.”

Wat smirked. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out. Just follow the flow… and maybe don’t get crushed by all the freshman energy.”

They settled into a corner table that wasn’t taken yet, trying to claim some small territory amidst the bustling crowd.

“So, History Education, huh?” Wat asked, between bites. “Doesn’t sound too bad. You gonna be one of those teachers that actually makes kids love history?”

Ayan grinned. “I hope so. Uncle Dika was a big inspiration… I want to be like him someday.”

Wat nodded approvingly. “Nice. Meanwhile, I’m just here chasing photography and filmmaking dreams. Gotta make up for all the late-night projects I’ve been hoarding.”

Ayan laughed. “Of course. Someone’s gotta document all the chaos of campus life.”

After a few minutes of chatting, Ayan pulled out his phone. He typed a message to Akk:

Ayan 💌: “Hey… where are you? I’m at the cafeteria now 😏”

Seconds ticked by. No reply. He sent another:

Ayan 💌: “Class over for you too, right? I’m hungry 😤”

Wat glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really sulking over a five-minute delay?” Wat teased, shaking his head.

“I’m not sulking,” Ayan muttered, though he tapped his phone anxiously. “I just… missing him and he’s late.

Wat laughed, nearly choking on his drink. “Missing him? Really? You’re just separated for 1 hours,you’re already hopeless than I expected.”

He sent Akk a message again :

Ayan 💌: “If you don’t come soon, I’ll sit here sulking forever 😡💔”

And still no reply .

“Uh-oh,” Wat said, trying not to laugh. “Someone’s getting a little grumpy.”

Ayan groaned, dramatically laying his head on the table. “I’ve been texting him nonstop, and he’s not answering. Akk ignoring me…”

Wat laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, so that’s it. First day nerves, I’d say. He’s probably just caught up with something in class.”

“I know, I know… but still!” Ayan complained, tapping his phone again. “He always answers immediately. He never leaves me hanging like this.”

Wat nudged him. “Look at you, getting all moody over a text. Classic Ayan.”

Ayan huffed, slumping slightly in the chair, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite himself. “Yeah… classic me.”
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Akk finally slid into the empty chair across from Ayan, slightly out of breath. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “Class ran over, and finding a spot here was harder than I thought.”

Ayan crossed his arms, still pouting a little. “And why didn’t you reply to my messages?” he asked, his voice soft but edged with worry. “I was getting kind of… worry.”

Akk’s eyes softened. “I’m sorry… I was caught up with the last lecture and didn’t see them until just now.” He reached across the table to gently squeeze Ayan’s hand. “I’m here now.

Ayan’s frown lingered, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “I know… it’s just… I miss you.”

Wat, noticing the slight tension, leaned back in his chair and grinned.“Ohhh, look at you two. Ayan has been staring at his phone like it owes his money for the past ten minutes!”

Ayan rolled his eyes but nudged Akk playfully. “See? Even Wat agrees with me… I only worry about you.”

Akk smiled warmly, leaning closer. “And I appreciate it. Really. But I promise I won’t leave you hanging like that again.”

Ayan relaxed slightly, resting his hand on Akk’s arm. “Good… don't do that again.”

Wat shook his head, laughing as he took another bite of his sandwich. “Hopelessly in love, I swear. You two are impossible… but at least it’s cute.”

Akk picked at his sandwich, glancing occasionally at Ayan, who was still fiddling with his phone but visibly more relaxed now.

“So,” Akk began, leaning back slightly, “how was your first class? Survived the chaos?”

Ayan smirked. “Barely. My professor seems nice… but there’s a ton of material. I think I’ll be buried in notes by the end of the week.” He paused, nudging Akk lightly. “What about you? English Literature—was it as intimidating as you imagined?”

Akk chuckled. “A little. But the classroom is amazing, full of old books and quotes. It’s… inspiring. Definitely worth getting lost in for hours.”

Wat, overhearing them, snorted. “Wow, you two sound like a rom-com dialogue. Can we get some reality here? Some chaos, spilled drinks, actual freshman panic?”

Ayan rolled his eyes but laughed quietly. “Thanks for keeping us grounded, Wat.”

Wat grinned. “Just doing my civic duty.” He took another bite of his sandwich, then leaned back. “Though I have to admit… watching you two act all lovey on the first day? Kinda hilarious. And honestly, cute.”

Akk shot Wat a playful glare. “You just can’t resist teasing us, huh?”

“Never,” Wat said with a wink. “But admit it—you love it.”

Ayan smirked, nudging Akk again. “I don’t know… maybe I do.”

Akk laughed softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Ayan’s forehead. “Well, I definitely do.”

The three of them ate in easy rhythm, Wat occasionally making teasing comments about how clingy Ayan could be, and Ayan playfully retaliating with nudges and exaggerated sighs. Despite the teasing, there was warmth in the air—a quiet, cozy feeling that came from being together, laughing, and just… enjoying the moment.

“So,” Wat said suddenly, eyes sparkling, “same time tomorrow? Cafeteria chaos, first-day stories, and more of this adorable ridiculousness?”

Ayan grinned, already leaning against Akk. “Definitely. Can’t miss it.”

Akk smiled, squeezing Ayan’s hand. “Count me in too.”

Wat shook his head with a laugh, finishing his sandwich. “Hopelessly in love, ridiculously cute… and I’m apparently the only sane one here. Perfect first day.”

Akk and Ayan exchanged a small, conspiratorial glance, the earlier tension and nervousness of the morning completely gone. First day or not, they were together—and that was all that mattered.
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After finishing their lunch, Akk and Ayan packed up their trays and headed to their next classes.

Akk’s next lecture was a seminar on modern English literature, full of lively discussion and literary analysis. He found a seat near the front, his notebook ready, though his mind occasionally drifted to Ayan, who was now in his own History Education class. The thought of seeing him later at the apartment brought a subtle smile to his face.

Meanwhile, Ayan’s lecture was on educational methods in history, with case studies and teaching strategies. He jotted down notes diligently, but his thoughts wandered to Akk’s day, imagining him analyzing novels and maybe getting slightly frustrated at some of the more complicated texts. He shook his head, smiling to himself.

By the time their classes ended, the sun was starting to dip slightly, casting a warm glow over the campus. Ayan and Wat met near the campus gates, laughing about small moments from their day.

“So, your first day of classes survived?” Wat asked, nudging Ayan lightly.

“Barely,” Ayan laughed. “But I survived… and Akk survived too, I hope.”

Wat smirked. “I’m sure he did. You two are like a little chaotic duo. I swear, you’re going to make the campus melt with your cuteness.”

Ayan rolled his eyes but laughed anyway. “Shut up, Wat. Let’s just go home.”

Soon, Akk appeared, spotting Ayan and Wat. Relief and happiness washed over him as he walked over. “Ready to go?” he asked, smiling at Ayan.

“Yeah,” Ayan replied, looping his arm through Akk’s as they began walking together. Wat trailed behind, still teasing lightly.

The journey back to their apartment was filled with light chatter about classes, professors, and minor campus mishaps. Akk teased Ayan about dozing off in the last lecture, while Ayan retaliated by poking fun at Akk’s overly detailed note-taking.

By the time they reached their building, their energy had mellowed into quiet contentment. The elevator ride up was filled with soft touches—Ayan leaning against Akk, Akk resting a hand on Ayan’s shoulder.

Finally, they stepped into their apartment, the familiar smell of home wrapping around them. The space was still slightly messy from the previous week’s late-night antics, but it felt alive and comforting.

Ayan flopped onto the sofa with a sigh. “Home,” he murmured.

Akk chuckled, collapsing beside him. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Ayan leaned his head on Akk’s chest. “It does… especially after today.”

They spent the evening together in quiet companionship—sharing snacks, recounting funny moments from the day, and simply enjoying each other’s presence. Even the small chaos of moving into a new apartment, first days of university, and teasing from friends couldn’t shake the warmth of being together.

By nightfall, with the city lights twinkling outside their windows, Akk glanced down at Ayan, who had drifted into a comfortable nap. Smiling softly, he thought, This already feels like home.