Interminable

The boy glanced at the objects in his hands, frowning; he parted his lips, about to ask his mother. However, she urged him to finish the task quickly, both the many auspicious sweets his mother had him help prepare and the garlands he had strung himself. Kaewta wondered why a housewarming would include both savoury and sweet foods, along with flower garlands, as if it were a wedding. 

 

When he turned to ask his friend, they said he was overthinking it. When he asked his mother, she said he was making a fuss and should just finish the task already. In the end, he could only sit, puzzled, and continue his work, harbouring his doubts in his heart.

 

"There, go help Khun Phra Nai carry the food up to offer to the monks," Chan Pen pushed her son from behind to help Khun Yai lift the food trays. The Venerable merely smiled, saying nothing. Kaewta lifted the food tray to hand to the young man, but he remained frozen still, not setting it down.

 

"Hmm?"

"Hold the tray together with me, Little One."

 

Though confused, Kaewta raised his hands to support the food tray together with Khun Yai to make the offering. After receiving blessings, the other person still kept him close, holding him to sit side by side when the Venerable sprinkled holy water.

 

"Strange."

 

"What's strange?" the young man asked his beloved, who was taking down the mosquito netting to cover the bed.

 

"Well, about today's merit-making," Kaewta said, patting the pillow.

 

"In what way?" Khun Yai laughed softly in his throat before walking up onto the bed and pulling the small body up with him.

 

"Both savoury dishes and sweet desserts were reminiscent of those used at a wedding?" He tilted his head to ask. That demeanour was so adorable that the watcher couldn't help but lean down to kiss that smooth cheek once.

 

"Think no more of it, Little One. Sleep now. Tomorrow we must rise early to offer alms to the monks again."

 

Though he wanted the other person to think and wonder as he did, being dismissed like this, Kaewta could only sigh and lie down to sleep.

 

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The scenery along the road glided past their sight as the scent of salt drifted to their noses, telling them they'd arrive in just a few more minutes after having driven since the afternoon. The smaller one glanced at his handsome driver and smiled. When they reached the beach house, they each grabbed a bag and headed inside.

 

"Are you tired?"

"Not at all. What about you, Little One?"

 

"I'm perfectly fine."

 

The smaller one answered, then flexed his muscles playfully for the man. The deep-voiced one laughed at this before taking his hand as they walked together. The sea breeze blew sticky against them. The sunset painted the sky in gentle hues. Their hands remained intertwined, never letting go.

 

"Honestly, Ruedee didn't have to make such a big deal about bringing us to Hua Hin. Look, we just finished everything and haven't even cleaned up yet," Kaewta complained softly, though his cherubic face still held an unfading smile.

 

After the White Manor was finished, yesterday was the auspicious day for the housewarming ceremony. They all burned the candle at both ends with the monk blessing ceremony without stopping. What's more, he'd been completely fooled by everyone around him, including this tall guy standing here smiling. Kaewta thought it was just a regular housewarming. Little did he know that everyone had prepared it to be his and Khun Phra Nai's ceremony to tie the knot.

 

When he saw all the food his mother had prepared, he wondered why she'd made it like a wedding feast. Then he was pushed to sit and receive blessings from the elders with the young master. After that, he was kept in the White Manor with him all night. The answer became clear now. This morning, his friend had dragged them to give alms to the monks, then tossed him the car keys, telling Khun Yai to take him on their honeymoon to Hua Hin.

 

"But I like it," the man said, earning him a stern glare from the other person.

 

"Let's go play in the water!" The smaller one kicked off his shoes and ran along the beach laughing loudly. The tall one shook his head fondly. And here he was acting like he didn't want to come.

 

"Kaewta, put your shoes on first, or the shells will cut you."

 

"Ow!"

 

There it was. He had barely finished speaking when the boy rushed to where the person had dropped down, the other clutching his own foot urgently. The tall figure crouched down and grabbed the foot to examine it. The cut wasn't very large, but it was bleeding a lot and looked frightening. His thick hands brushed away the sand before turning his body to let the other climb on his back.

 

"Let's go back and clean the wound first."

 

"l... uh, Kaew can walk by myself," the smooth-cheeked one said with a blush, refusing. To ride on his back like that?No way!

 

"Kaewta, don't be difficult!"

"But it's barely a walk from here," he still tried to evade.

 

"Then I'll cradle you..."

 

"No, no, I'll ride then." The petite figure spun around, arms swiftly encircling his sturdy neck.

 

"That's all." The man's words mingled with laughter, causing the person on his back to cast him a glare.

 

Riding on his back was still better than being cradled. It was just embarrassing!

On the soft, plush sofa in the beach house's living room, those smooth cheeks flushed with colour. A pair of hands held and supported his slender foot with such care as if afraid of causing him pain. Cool water flowed gently over the wound before medicine was dabbed on. A white cloth was wrapped around the delicate foot to cover the injury.

 

Kaewta gazed affectionately at the handsome face of the person seated below. There wasn't a day that passed that he didn't receive love and care from this person. No matter how small the matter, the man would care for him attentively. He wondered... had the man ever felt tired of it? But the answer was clear in itself-in the tall figure's contentment when caring for him, in the loving gleam when he acted coy, and in the laughter when they talked or cared for each other. He felt immensely happy. It never felt tiresome because he did these things for someone he loved.

 

"Khun Phra Nai."

 

"..." The tall figure still wouldn't look up, though the large hands paused briefly when he called.

 

"Kh..."

"...'

 

"Khun Yai," the small figure took a deep breath, trying to force his heart to beat slower, even though he couldn't control the heat on his face.

 

"What is it?" The man smiled as he looked up to ask. Kaewta bit his lip while discreetly annoyed at him. Look at him, as soon as he called him "Khun Yai," his head immediately turned!

 

"Thank you."

"Hmm?"

 

"For everything."

 

"I do it willingly because I love Kaewta," the man answered, still sitting in the same spot.

 

"I love Khun Yai too," the small figure said, lowering his head after finishing the sentence. No matter how many times, he wasn't accustomed to such love confessions. His heart raced as if it would leap out of his chest. His cheeks burned as if set on fire.

 

The man curved a smile upon hearing this. His handsome face leaned down slowly, prompting Kaewta's eyes to widen at what happened. Finely shaped lips pressed a kiss to his ankle. The young boy tried to pull his ankle away from this action, but the large hands held fast. Warm lips traced slowly upward along his fair calf.

 

"Don't..." the sweet voice trembled. The heat from those shapely lips spread, little by little, along his leg. His slight frame shivered as a tingle swept his skin. Small hands pushed at broad shoulders without any real force. Large hands released the pale foot, slid to claim the slim waist through the fabric. He rose to claim soft lips,

caressing and teasing, his tongue sliding in to taste the sweetness of that small mouth, tenderly kindling warmth through his body. 

 

He drew back to look upon those flushed features, his heart inevitably racing. His Kaewta was ever beautiful. He planted his kiss again. His palms kneaded soft flesh with growing urgency. The smaller one's breath came in short gasps, his narrow eyes heavy-lidded, drifting with the storm. That pretty face tilted to return the kiss. Pale hands that had pushed away now clung to broad shoulders. Their panting rose until the ears rang. 

 

Kaewta framed the stubbled cheeks, easing that handsome face back as breath ran short. Red, gleaming lips parted invitingly. Strong arms gathered the light form against his chest without breaking the kiss-the boy, startled, arms tightening around the other's neck. 

 

His small back found the soft mattress, shoulders curling with a tremor. A rough, heated palm slipped beneath his shirt, gliding over smooth skin. Fingertips grazed a delicate peak of his chest, teasing just enough to draw a protest in his throat whilst their mouths had yet to part. Then the taller man pulled away, gazing down at his lovely one; cheeks flushed, slender eyes heavy with invitation, lips swollen and parted for breath-all of it stirred an aching hunger in him. 

 

He leaned in, burying his nose in the slender neck, breathing him in as he traced the curve of the shoulder to the chest before sinking his teeth in, and the owner of those ruby peaks shuddered, arching. Small hands tangled in his hair, torn between pushing away and pulling closer. A muffled moan escaped Kaewta's throat-half agony, half bliss, almost too sweet to bear.

 

Large hands roamed again, kneading smooth skin until heat rose and marks of desire surfaced in their wake. He ground his kisses and bit gently as his hand mapped every inch of the youth, leaving nothing untouched. He journeyed to the lower reaches. The small one jolted and tensed when those lips claimed his most sensitive part, alternating between tender and languid motion, then quickened strokes until the other cried out, finally brushing the edge of heaven.

 

Khun Yai shifted to offer consoling kisses and used that essence to guide the rear path. A finger pressed in, little by little, prompting the one beneath to dig his nails deep to bleed off the pain. And when at last he entered with his own flesh in place of his fingers, sharp teeth found his shoulder in answer. He bent lower to kiss away the tears, his lips wandering from damp temples, down flushed cheeks, to trembling lips, his body never ceasing its motion, slow at first, then urged on by ardent passion.

 

The man drove himself close and deep, gripping the narrow hips to prevent escape, thrusting into the molten heat again and again. The owner of those swollen, red lips cried out, breathless, craving pleasure that bordered on madness. He longed to break free of these ferocious waves, but strength had left him long ago. His full hips were kneaded firmly by large hands, and desire pitched into a steep, ungovernable climb.

 

Those pale legs, draped over his broad shoulders, quivered helplessly. He leaned down, meaning to offer a kiss of comfort, but only sank deeper. Kaewta clutched him tightly, tears falling as rapture seeped through every nerve. Khun Yai drew him close, burying himself deep and still for long moments, pressing himself to Kaewta's skin as he poured every drop of love nectar into his little one, to the deepest spot.

 

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The villa stood far enough from its neighbours that it might as well have been a private beach, much to the young man's delight. Here, he could tease and toy with his lover as much as he pleased, without fear of prying eyes.

 

"Khun Yai, come eat first," Kaewta called out, urging the man standing on the balcony, enjoying the sea breeze, to join him in the kitchen.

 

"It looks perfectly toothsome." Khun Yai smiled, his eyes resting on the dishes laid out on the table. Kaewta poured water into a glass and took a seat across from him.

 

"I made the seafood with what I'm capable of... I'm not sure if Khun Yai will be able to eat it."

 

"It's delectable, and not fishy at all." Khun Yai smiled, complimenting him after scooping food into his mouth, causing the cook to smile shyly.

 

"Oh, right. Let's go swimming this evening," Kaewta suggested. Since their arrival yesterday, he hadn't had a proper swim, and the man in front of him was the one to blame. 

After tending to his wound and then carrying him to bed, the man kept him there nearly all night. Thus, this morning, Kaewta had quietly vowed that if he didn't get to swim in the sea today, he'd thump Khun Yai until the man was all black and blue!

 

"Has the wound on your foot healed? If water leaks in, it might become more inflamed..."

 

"Khun Yail, I have set my mind to play in the sea today, and you must come too. We've come all the way to Hua Hin, and would you just plan to sit about indoors?" Kaewta arched a brow as he asked. That pretty face drawn in a disapproval pout made the tall man yield at once.

 

"Kaewta, be careful over there. There are plenty of rocks," Khun Yai warned, concerned about Kaewta's foot, which had been cut by a seashell the day before. He didn't want the youth to end up with more scrapes, so he called out, not wanting him to venture too far. But would someone as stubborn as Kaewta listen? The moment his feet touched the sea, he was off, swimming joyfully, heedless of the caution behind him.

 

The man shook his head when his lover wouldn't listen, and, worse, the youth swam even farther away. Panicked, Khun Yai plunged into the water and rushed to gather the wayward one in his arms. The man shook his head when his lover wouldn't listen, and worse, swam even farther away. Panicked, Khun Yai plunged into the water and rushed to gather the wayward one in his arms.

 

"Mind you, don't cut your foot again." Those full lips murmured close to the smooth cheek, making the scolded one glance up at him.

 

"But there are beautiful corals over there. Khun Yai should go see." Kaewta urged, turning to him with bright eyes.

 

"And how do you know beautiful corals lie yonder? Have you visited here before?"

 

"Yes. Kaew came with Ruedee last year. The reef is picturesque. Kaew wanted Khun Yai to see it." Kaewta persisted until the man was finally convinced, and he followed him a short distance beyond the rocky stretch.

 

Beneath the clear water, various colourful coral formations could be seen. Seeing the man's eyes widen in delight made Kaewta beam with happiness beyond words, for the wish that Khun Yai would witness such beauty had finally come true.

After swimming and diving to their hearts' content, Khun Yai guided Kaewta back toward a large, flat rock to rest. The boy was pleased by the stone warmed by the sun as he pressed his face against it.

 

"Are you cold yet?"

 

"A little, sir," Kaewta replied, despite his eyes closed and cheek resting on the stone. Khun Yai studied the lovely face, then inched closer to brush his nose against the cool cheek, prompting the owner of that cheek to open his eyes.

 

"Urgh! Hm! What are you doing, Khun Yai?" he asked, feigning a reproachful look, though his lips were curled in a smile, making no move to forbid him.

 

"Adding warmth to Kaewta," Khun Yai replied, shifting his body to press close. Kaewta lifted his face from the rock and met his gaze.

 

"I don't feel any warmer."

 

"In that case... shall I hug you to feel warmer?" Khun Yai grinned mischievously. Kaewta pulled back just a little, trying to process his words.

 

"In the water?"

"Even in the water, I can make Kaewta warm."

 

"How?"

 

Khun Yai's gaze fell upon his lover's lips; he leaned forward and pulled Kaewta's dainty figure close. The boy tilted his head, somewhat perplexed, yet in the next heartbeat, Khun Yai's tall frame pressed him against the rocky outcrop. Full lips pecked a swift kiss upon his, then nibbled to coax before delving deeper with devotion. A broad palm slid beneath the thin fabric, his solid frame pressed close, moulding to every contour until the wee boy gasped for breath.

 

When those plush lips finally pulled away, Kaewta could only gaze up in a daze before being captured in another kiss, sweet, yearning, caressing with gentle and passionate strokes in turn. Where moments before he had felt the chill, warmth now bloomed within. The blooming flush across the other's cheeks drew the man's nose down in delight.

 

"We are in the open sea. What if someone sees us?" Kaewta protested as the large hand began to grope along the curve of his hip and squeezed it until tremors ran through his frame, forcing him to seek shelter in the warmth of those arms.

 

"The sun is nearly set," came the baritone voice in reply, even as a prominent nose nuzzled into the curve of Kaewta's neck. The gossamer fabric clung to the small form, revealing ruby-hued buds. 

 

Succumbing to the temptation, Khun Yai licked his lips and bent down to claim one of them with his teeth. His fingertips tormented its twin at the same time, drawing an exclamation from Kaewta. The sharp sensation soon transformed into tingling pleasure until the boy had to clap a hand over his mouth, stifling the sound. 

 

Kaewta watched Khun Yai's dark head as the man suckled and pulled at his ruby peak, making his breathing all the more difficult. Only when the man was satisfied did he shrug off his shirt, his heated palms and burning lips returned to claim and conquer once more, this time alternating sides. Kaewta pressed his lips tight, his breath ragged and shallow. 

 

When he tried to push, those teeth would nip; when he attempted to relent, that warm tongue followed to soothe. How could Kaewta remain cold as before under such tender ministrations? Soft, muffled moans resounded in his throat. Kaewta wished to strike Khun Yai for such boldness in the open. Though darkness was falling, this was hardly a private place. Yet when he tried to protest, he would be silenced by a kiss that made him lose all sense. The slender body was pressed until his back met the warmth of sun-heated stone. Pale legs drew up, wrapping around the taut waist before a pang of pain shot through him from down below, compelling him to push against the strong chest.

 

"Ugh! It hurts!" But the more Kaewta tried to pull away, the more firmly their lower territories met. The taller man gritted his teeth, pulling the slender form close to give him kisses in solace, pressing searing lips to his temple, down his smooth cheek, then his crimson lips while caressing everywhere until the one in his arms trembled. He nibbled and licked at the cherry tips while cupping his heated length to awaken desire. 

 

When he sensed that his beloved had relaxed, he began to move slowly and gently, pressing and urging until the young man in his arms whimpered softly. The young man shed his shirt to cushion Kaewta's back before quickening his thrust to the deepest reach.

 

Kaewta clung tightly to the form above him. The rush of sensation coursed through every fibre until he scored crescent marks upon the broad back. Pale calves rubbed his narrow hips, matching his rhythm. White toes curled as he reached the apex of desire. Those small lips parted, panting, as he made only soft cries in his throat, afraid to be any louder. Damp lashes fluttered as small droplets fell from his eyes, the overwhelming sensations nearly stealing his consciousness. Khun Yai slipped his arms beneath his bent knees, gathering the spent form against his chest before surging forward to find his own completion alongside his beloved. 

 

Both man and maid in love rejoice,

First time they've heard affection's voice.

And when their hearts could bear no more,

The heat within began to roar.

As tempests rise and wild waves break,

The skies did roar, the heavens shake.

The sea did toss its foamy crest,

The wind grew wild and would not rest.

The sea was crowned with frothing white,

The rain fell soft in silver light.

All things were stirred in earth and air,

When love's great flame did kindle there.

Warm lips brushed soft, apologetic kisses upon the red marks on Kaewta's back, trailing slowly up to the nape of his neck, his cheek, and finally his swollen lips. Exhausted, Kaewta could only shoot him a feeble, reproachful glare. After Khun Yai devoured all the pleasure from him, the tall man carried him back into the house. Kaewta thought at last he might be granted some rest, but the embrace's owner had no intention of letting him go so easily. Not a single corner of the bedroom remained untouched, bearing traces of the two of them. Kaewta, who was tossed and turned like a doll, could only protest with hoarse pleas over and over again.

 

"I'm sorry, Love,"

 

"You must have lost your mind, Khun Yai! How could you do it in a place like that? And you went all out until Kaew nearly died in your arms!" Kaewta dug his nails into the back of his lover's hand, which was propped beside his face.

 

"Because Kaew is too adorable," Khun Yai whispered, his voice thick, before trailing kisses down the delicate slope of his shoulder, then back to the delicate back once more. His heated palm caressed along Kaewta's side, causing the one beneath him to tense and glance up.

 

"Khun Yai.." Kaewta could only call out weakly before being pulled into another embrace. The sweet, melodious sound of a flute stirred him awake. Blinking, he turned toward the space beside him and slowly sat up. But even the slightest movement sent a sharp ache lancing from deep within, shooting up his spine, leaving him frozen in place for several minutes before the pain subsided. His brows furrowed, lips pressed tight to stifle a moan. He cursed his lover in his thoughts for leaving him in such a state. His pale hand grabbed the fabric to wrap it around himself, then he slowly moved his feet, the pain still not fully eased, toward the balcony where someone stood playing a flute. When the tall figure sensed movement behind him, he lowered the flute from his lips and turned back.

 

"Why'd you stop? I was enjoying it," Kaewta said, stepping into his embrace, resting against his chest as a gentle kiss landed on his temple.

 

"Why are you up? You're still hurting, aren't you, Little One?" The small hand struck the broad chest upon hearing this, pale cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

 

"Do you really have to remind me of it?"

The more flustered his lover became, the more Khun Yai teased.

 

"Let me take a look." He said, and not just in jest, rather his hand slid to cup the soft curve of Kaewta's hip, the other already threatening to wander further.

 

"You're wicked!" Kaewta gasped, striking and slapping at him with all his might. Khun Yai laughed, sweeping his arm to embrace the smaller one, bending to lift the radiant form back to the bed once more. He gently laid his beloved down, then sat beside him, pulling the small body to rest against his chest, pressing a kiss to the smooth forehead.

 

"I love you, Kaewta."

 

"Mm. Kaew loves Khun Yai, too. Love you." Kaewta raised himself to kiss the stubbled chin before the sweet flute melody began its lullaby once more. 

 

I love you as much as my own life

I love you forevermore

Even at a distance, my heart always worried

Even death can't revoke my love for you

I love you like the sun is resolute love with the sky

I love you like how fish love the sea

like how the ring loves its jewellery.

 

Like how the mountain loves the area around it is on

Rounds are clean

Endless as if it could be measured.

Yet unshakable like the mountain amid the island.

Included my earnest faith in you

The sun clings to the sky; that's how my love is.

Always stays true. Knows no deceit.

My love is firm. no different than a vow

Please have heart. Take these words

I will worship you till the end of time

Enrover and vermore"