Goddess Bless You From Death

Case File 47.

It had been four months since the shocking incident that many people experienced. The legal process and court hearings had proceeded according to the schedule. Thup was completely out of this case. Singha had received praise and recognition for his work, just like the other officers involved in the case. 

An embrace wrapped warmly around Thup's back as he stirred the soup in the pot. A smile appeared on his face as he gently rubbed Singha's arm.

"Won't you rest a bit longer?"

"I have to sign some documents," Singha replied in a sluggish tone. Although it was his day off, he still had to go in to sign approval documents for an undercover operation into drug trafficking. He had intended to spend the entire day cuddling with the individual in front of him!!

"Well, why don't you go take a shower first and then come down to eat before you go?"

"I'm so sleepy!"

Thup turned off the gas and then turned to face the person who was leaning against his back. The young man gently stroked the beautifully tanned, bare back before playfully nuzzling Singha's cheek, just as he did every morning. "Don't rub, or you'll scratch yourself with my stubble."

"How about I shave it for you?"

"Sure."

"Does your waist hurt?" Thup moved his hands down to Singha's lower back and began to massage gently.

"It does."

"How about taking a break from exercising today? You can come back and rest after you finish the paperwork"

Singha buried his face in Thup's fragrant neck, then twisted to relieve the stiffness from a night of activities.

"What time do you need to deliver the work to the client today?"

"At noon."

"How will you get there?"

"I'll take a taxi myself. I'll stop by to buy some groceries too. Do you need anything?" Thup gently rubbed Singha's waist. Over the past few months, not a single day had passed that he did not look at Singha differently. He was still the same as he was on the first day.

"You need to learn to drive."

"Why?"

"To make it easier to go places, carry things, and buy stuff. Additionally, my car isn't used much. You can take it."

"I'll have you teach me later," Thup said, clinging to Singha and burying his face in the strong neck covered with faint love marks. "You go wait in the bathroom first. I'll come up to shave you after I set the table."

"Alright," Singha said, rubbing his soft hair into a messy state before heading upstairs.

He took off his sweatpants and threw them in the basket, leaving only his muscular, naked body. As Singha was about to grab a towel to cover his lower body, he noticed a provocative reflection in the mirror.

"How far did that little dog bite?"

His inner thighs were covered with dark bite and kiss marks. He didn't know why Thup liked them so much.

"P'Singh, I'm coming in."

"Yeah." The so-called little puppy entered with a small towel draped over his shoulder. Thup had prepared the shaving tools and cream for Singha.

"Are you in a hurry? I'm afraid I might cut your skin."

"I'm not in a hurry," Singha said, leaning against the bathroom counter with his arms crossed, watching as Thup applied cream to his jawline with focused attention.

In the medium-sized bathroom, the two men stood closely at the entrance. The only sounds were the scraping of the razor on the skin and the wet sounds of the cream.

"P'Singh."

"What?"

"You're making me shy with your staring."

"You weren't shy on the bed."

Thup immediately paused, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Whether before or after becoming a couple, he had never been able to handle Singha. 

"After you finish sending the photos, go straight to the station."

"Sure." Thup wiped the remaining cream and hair from Singha's face with a clean towel before starting to shave the other side.

"I'm out of cigarettes. Please buy some."

"Didn't you just open a new pack a few days ago?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you should cut down. 'Thup' is worried." Here it came again-that change in pronouns and affectionate tone!

"But it's stressful. You know how my job is."

"Thup knows, but cigarettes aren't good for your health. Thup wants to be with you for a long time."

"Are you cursing me now?"

"No, Thup's really worried. If you can't quit, can you at least cut down for me? Consider it a birthday gift for me tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's your birthday?" Singha frowned. He wasn't one to remember special days. He even forgot his own birthday. The only date he remembered well was the day Maysa passed away.

"Yes. Tomorrow morning I'll go to make merit at the temple. Will you go with me?" 

Thup wiped off the remaining shaving cream from Singha's face, then checked the smoothness. Once he saw that Singha's face was clean-shaven and as smooth as before, the young man gently kissed the sharp jawline.

"Sure."

"And will you cut down on cigarettes?" Singha rolled his eyes before allowing Thup to nuzzle his neck as much as he wanted.

"I'll try."

Hearing this, Thup immediately looked up and beamed with joy. The young man leaned against the bathroom counter to keep Singha in the centre. His beautiful eyes stayed fixed on Singha's as he leaned in until their noses touched.

"Thup is worried."

"Alright, I get it. Stop being so clingy, or I'll be late," Singha said, pulling the younger man's neck in for a kiss. He tasted Thup's soft lips with his own, while his hand slid down to pull off the waistband of the sweatpants, revealing the well-defined V-line that had developed from months of exercise. Singha admired his own work with a proud smile. The towel that had been wrapped around his waist fell to the floor. "Buy some condoms on the way back."

"Sure. Anything else you need?" Thup gave Singha another kiss on the cheek before reluctantly stopping everything. If they continued their play, Singha might really be late for work.

"Buy whatever you want. The card is with you."

"But I shouldn't use it. Now that I'm staying at your place, how can I use your money? I'll pay for it myself," Thup said, bending down to pick up the towel and gently wrapping it around Singha's waist again.

"Just use it. Your boyfriend is rich."

Thup laughed brightly, instantly lifting the gloomy atmosphere.

"I want to help my boyfriend save money," the young man said, kissing the tip of Singha's nose before smiling. "You go take a shower. I'll wait downstairs." 

"Wait," Singha grabbed the younger man's shoulder before removing the towel again, exposing his erect anaconda to Thup's eyes.

"You do it."

Singha walked closer and reached out to grab Thup's crotch through his pants, gently massaging it. What was soft soon became hard in his hand.

“I'll do this part."

"But you said we're out of condoms."

"We're about to shower anyway," Singha pulled the young man's waistband, dragging him into the shower stall before pressing Thup against the wall. 

"We don't need to use one."

"But it's not good for your health."

"I want it now, right now, or you won't do it?"

"Then let me take it out for you," Thup said, pulling the older guy's body close until there was no gap between them. Their hot lips met greedily, a stark contrast to what had come before. While Singha's hand was stroking Thup's hardness, the young man was squeezing the older man's buttocks. His long fingers slowly slipped into the warm channel, carefully, since he had just trimmed his nails. "It's still so soft inside."

"Ugh, last night you didn't stop for half the night." 

Singha's blunt words made Thup blush deeply, the redness spreading to his ears. "Take your pants off. It's .ah...in the way."

"Your hand is... umm. So warm," Thup moaned softly before kissing Singha's neck tenderly. "Are you sure you can stand?"

"I can."

"If you can't, just let me know," Thup said, pulling his fingers out of the warm channel behind him before turning Singha to face the wall.

Singha knew what to do, using both hands to brace himself against the wall and bending slightly. Thup looked at the erotic sight before him with bright eyes. The muscular back, the beautiful tattoos against the tanned skin, the dimples on the lower back, and the round buttocks-everything at that moment made Thup feel enchanted. Instead of immediately penetrating, the young man knelt on the floor and used both hands to spread Singha's buttocks, revealing the vivid channel clearly.

"Thup, wait! Ahh!" Singha turned to look behind him, his hands gripping each other tightly to alleviate the intense pleasure from the new sensation. The young man was licking around the entrance before inserting his tongue inside. The wetness and the flicking tongue made Singha hold onto the wall tightly, feeling his legs weaken to the point where he could barely stand. The more Thup squeezed and kneaded his buttocks, the more Singha experienced a sense of reaching heaven.

"Thup, ugh, it feels too good, ahhh! Baby, stop licking."

Thup paused and withdrew his tongue, looking up at Singha with sparkling eyes. The new pronoun, which he had never heard before, filled him with immense joy. He stood up and embraced Singha, the rapid breathing and the milky white fluid on the floor clearly indicating how much pleasure Singha had just experienced.

"You liked it."

"No."

"You liked it when I did that."

"I said no."

Thup lightly bit Singha's ear before rubbing his own hardness along Singha's buttocks. Singha's shaky legs made Thup hold him tighter, afraid he might collapse.

"Say it again, please."

"I'm not saying it again. If you're going to do it, do it quickly!"

"Say it, please, say it again."

"Thup, I'm going to be late. If you're going to put it in, do it now." Singha turned to look at him and saw the pleading eyes and the pout that was close to tears. 

"You little..."

"That word makes it sound like you care about me. Do you think I'm not adorable anymore?"

"Fine, fine, just don't cry!" Singha bit his lip tightly before sighing in resignation. "Baby, can you take me now? I'm going to be late."

 It was like a bomb had been ignited. Thup's face turned red, spreading down his body. His arms, already tight around Singha, seemed to tense and tighten even more. Thup rested his forehead on Singha's broad shoulder before thrusting his hardness into the tight channel in one swift motion.

"Slow, ugh, slow down a bit. Aaahh, so full."

"Thup loves you so much, P'Singh."

Singha could barely process anything as the younger man behind him was thrusting in and out at a faster pace than usual. The moaning in his ear only heightened his arousal again.

The shower activity continued for over 30 minutes. Both of them climaxed repeatedly. While Singha and Thup were passionately kissing, Singha's hand accidentally hit the faucet, turning on the shower. The cool water flowed over their bodies, like water quenching flames.

"Baby, ah, I'm about to come."

"Thup too. Aaahh, can Thup finish inside this time?" Thup kissed Singha's chin before licking the water droplets down to his beautiful Adam's apple.

"Just finish it, ugh!"

A warm sensation spread in the abdomen, along with the love fluid splattered all over both of their stomachs. Apart from the sound of running water, there were the rapid breaths of the lovers for quite a while. Thup continued to support Singha, gently stroking his thick waist.

"I'll take it out and then shower you."

"Yeah, you better take responsibility," Singha glared at the younger man, who was still smiling happily.

"I’ll take responsibility for my whole life," the young man said, planting a kiss on Singha's forehead before withdrawing his hardness and using his fingers to scoop out the fluid he had left inside. Then he bathed Singha thoroughly. 

Singha watched the young man in a white T-shirt until he disappeared from view. After the shower, Thup brought him to sit on the bed before going to prepare his work clothes and mentioning that he would go downstairs to warm up the food. 

Since they started dating, Thup hardly asked him for anything, whether it was valuable or not. He never made demands, never caused trouble, never got overly jealous to the point of making things difficult. Thup understood him in almost every aspect, noticing even when he was tired or in a bad mood. 

What Thup did was not to come and comfort him or interfere during those times, but to sit quietly beside him until he softened up on his own. Thup had always been his good boy.

It didn't take long for Singha to finish getting dressed. It had become routine for the two of them to have breakfast together, go to their respective jobs, then reunite in the evening for dinner, do activities together, and go to bed at the same time. Singha's daily life had changed so much that even his friends were surprised.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off?"

"Yes, drive safely. Let me know when you arrive." 

Thup said, reverting to their usual way of addressing each other when outside the house. Deep down, Thup wanted to be affectionate with Singha all the time, but he feared causing trouble if anyone overheard.

"You too. Let me know when you arrive at the client meeting."

"Got it."

Thup saw Singha off to work before walking back inside to call a car and prepare the finished painting frame for placement in front of the house. If he got the money from this, it would be enough to meet his goal, and he could finally do what he had planned.

Singha sat in his office surrounded by a large pile of documents. Initially, he thought there would only be a few to sign, and then he could go home to sleep. However, he had been signing for over an hour and still hadn't finished.

"Damn it!" Singha got up and walked out of his office, feeling even more frustrated. He headed straight to the smoking area, spotting a head of bright red hair from a distance and intentionally walked into it.

"Ouch! Are you that small, Singh? My arm is going to break."

"Give me a cigarette."

"Why didn't you bring any?"

"Ran out."

"Ran out, or did your boyfriend not let you buy any?" Sei squinted before handing him a cigarette.

"He told me to cut back."

"And you're going to listen?"

"He asked for it as a birthday present tomorrow."

"What? Tomorrow is Thup's birthday?" Sei asked, lighting Singha's cigarette.

"Wait! Tomorrow is Little Thup's birthday?" Darin, who emerged from behind, forced them to turn and disperse the smoke.

"Yeah."

"Should we throw a party? Celebrate his birthday?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"What are you giving him as a gift, Singh?"

"A car, maybe."

"Doesn't he know how to drive?"

"I'll buy it first and then teach him."

"Can I be your wife? I want a car too," Darin asked, raising her

eyebrows.

"Too late. I already have a boyfriend."

"Aaaahhh! A mother's heart is in pain, yet filled with joy." Darin pretended to stomp her feet while the three friends, who had known each other for years, laughed.

Singha's phone rang just as they were about to discuss the details of Thup's birthday, but it was the birthday boy himself calling.

"What's up? Are you coming back?"

[P'Singh...] The sound of sobbing made Singha drop the cigarette

immediately. I'm at the hospital, sob!]

"Which hospital? What happened? Where are you, Thup?!"

[ I got hit by a car.]

Hearing just that, Singha sprinted to his car. He drove to the hospital that Thup had mentioned with growing concern. When he reached the emergency room, he gave Thup's name and, once permitted, rushed inside. He searched each bed with a pounding heart. He had never really believed in bad luck until now.

"P'Singh." The familiar voice made Singha turn. At the far end of the room sat a young man, looking dirty and dishevelled. There was gauze on his eyebrow and hand, and a soft cast on his right foot.

"Where are you hurt? Who hit you?"

"Just a cut on my eyebrow and hand, and a torn ankle ligament. It was an old man driving a three-wheeler. He hit me while I was crossing the street." Singha examined Thup's body carefully. Seeing no other injuries except for some scrapes, he felt relieved. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Good that it's nothing serious. Did the doctor check you thoroughly?"

"Yes, but..."

"What?"

"Nothing." Although Thup smiled, Singha knew it wasn't his usual bright smile.

After paying the medical bills and obtaining the medicine, Singha called a car to take Thup home, informed Sei of Thup's condition, and asked Sei to return Thup's motorcycle to the police station. At home, Singha helped Thup upstairs. From the car to the house, Thup hadn't said a word, his silence unusual. Singha prepared the bed and let Thup sit down, concerned about his vacant expression, not knowing what Thup had gone through.

"Thup."

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just tired."

"Then clean yourself up before sleeping. You don't need to cook today."

"Sorry, P'Singh."

"Hmm." Singha fetched a basin of water and cleaned his lover, changing his clothes. After finishing, he let Thup rest as he should. Still puzzled by Thup's behaviour, Singha called the station again.

[Hello, Inspector.]

"Is Lieutenant Mai back yet?"

[He just got back. Do you need anything?]

"Ask him about the accident in front of the XXX Mall today. Involving a 25-year-old man hit by a three-wheeler. Like, was there anything else?"

[One moment, sir.] Singha sat on the sofa, leaning back and resting a hand on his forehead. [The lieutenant said the boy who was hit tried to crawl into a drain.]

"A drain?"

[Yes, he said he dropped something valuable he'd saved up for and had to find it. But the drain was deep, and it's unlikely he'd find it. He was injured but refused to go with the ambulance. It took a lot of convincing]

"Did he say what he dropped?"

[He kept mumbling about a ring.]

That explains it.

"Thanks a lot."

Singha hung up, grabbed his car keys and wallet, and left the house.

His little puppy had lost something important.