Love Upon A Time.

Elate Spirit.

The full moon still hung brightly in the sky as P'Phop and I walked back to the house after spending a long time together at the riverside pavilion. We talked about many things, clearing up misunderstandings. I leaned against P’Phop's chest, wrapped in his arms, amid the gentle breeze that occasionally blew by. For the first time since coming here, I felt truly at ease, without any fear.

 

"Go to bed now. Sweet dreams," I whispered softly when we reached the front of my bedroom, smiling at the taller man who still held my hand, unwilling to let go. Instead of releasing my hand and walking back to his room, P’Phop hesitated, looking at me with wide eyes until I had to ask.

 

"Aren't you going to bed? You have work tomorrow."

 

"Can I sleep here with you?"

 

His question made my eyes widen instantly. Wait a minute. He just confessed his love, and it's been less than an hour, and now he wants to sleep together? His calm and polite demeanour must've been just a facade. It seems that people in the past were quite forward, too, huh?

 

"No," I refused, unable to suppress a smile when I saw his disappointed expression. Honestly, I'm not old-fashioned. It's normal for couples to sleep together. But I didn't let him sleep with me because I was afraid others would see. Besides, I wanted to tease him a bit. He'd teased me so much already; it's only fair to get a little payback, right?

 

"Really? I want to hold you while I sleep. Please let me," he said, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb, his voice so pleading that I almost couldn't hold back my smile. Where did the flirtatious tiger who used to give me sly looks go? Why was there only a little cub left?

 

"Not tonight. Go to bed," I said, trying to stay firm. Pulling my hand away, I turned to open my bedroom door. P'Phop followed and quickly blocked the door with his hand before I could close it.

 

"Not tonight means another night is possible, right?"

 

"Well, if you behave and listen to me often, maybe," I teased, raising an eyebrow. Mr Officer's lips curled into a cunning grin.

 

"Then I'll behave well, hoping you'll reward me."

 

"Sweet dreams," P'Phop said, his sharp eyes sweeping over my face with a hidden meaning. My face heated up when I realised his gaze was fixed on my lips, so I quickly shut the door in his face and bolted it loudly before exhaling deeply. 

 

Someone once told me that quiet men are actually dangerous. At first, I didn't quite believe it, but now I'm starting to feel unsure. I foolishly thought he looked cute and harmless when he was pleading just now. It was obvious he was just pretending. Whether a cub or a tiger, he's still a tiger at the end of the day.

 

After the days of misunderstanding passed, sweetness came unexpectedly for Phop when Klao accepted his love. He couldn't describe his joy. Even now, he still couldn't believe they were truly a couple.

 

"P'Phop, would you like an orange?" The soft voice of the person sitting beside him broke the silence at the breakfast table. His lover offered him an orange. Phop glanced at the family, still eating, before reaching out to take it. No one knew about their relationship except for Khong and Chuay, their servants. In front of others, Phop had to control himself not to show too much emotion. But before taking the orange, he took the opportunity to hold the soft hand without anyone noticing.

 

The big, round eyes of the person beside him widened slightly in warning, but Phop saw a blush appear on the fair cheeks. Klao liked to act tough and stubborn, and his words often did not match his feelings. But Klao probably didn't realise that all his emotions were evident in his eyes and red cheeks, making Phop feel even more affectionate towards him. Affection in a way that made him want to kiss those stubborn cheeks hard.

 

"Phop and Klao, have you made up yet?"

 

Mother's voice broke the moment, making Phop look away from his lover's cheeks that were moving with each chew.

 

"Yes, Aunt," the younger one answered, glancing at him. The whole house knew they had a falling out, but had now resolved it. No one knew the real reason behind it. Phop knew some might suspect their relationship, so they agreed it wasn't the right time to reveal it.

 

"Good. Seeing you two at odds made your uncle and me uneasy. It's better to love each other."

 

'Yes, Mother. I truly love him.'

 

"Now that you've made up, Phop, don't forget to help Klao review his studies. Soon, I'll take him to the accounting department.” Father said, sipping tea after the meal. At this, Phop remembered something.

 

"Father, would it be possible to place him in the Treasury Department? He knows some foreign languages, which could be useful."

 

"Klao knows foreign languages?"

 

Father looked surprised. Klao seemed a bit hesitant but nodded.

 

"Yes, sir. I had the chance to learn from missionaries in Phichit."

 

"Then it's appropriate to place him in Accounting. But I'll have to discuss it with the higher-ups to see if they'll accept."

 

Father's brows furrowed. Klao's father was a convicted fraudster, a well-known fact. Though he had connections, placing a convict's son in government service wasn't easy. Smaller departments mightn't be an issue, but the treasury was the most powerful, making it quite challenging.

 

"Thank you, Father. I believe in his abilities and want him to have the opportunity to show them."

 

"I understand. I think the same. But what about you, Phop? How's the investigation into the bandit attack on the patrol?"

 

"No progress yet," Phop sighed heavily, his eyes serious. As expected, his superior assigned the case to Muun Han. But days had passed with no leads, even though there should've been many bandits. How could no one have seen anything? It's very strange.

 

"Muun Han is in charge, right? Ok-phra Suntrapinit told me his son is very frustrated that his men were attacked. And there's still no progress on the opium smuggling case."

 

Father sighed again. Phop hesitated before speaking.

 

"Father."

 

"Yes?"

 

"I think there might be a mole in the patrol."

 

He observed his father's reaction. Father didn't seem surprised. His deep, sharp eyes, the same as Phop's, were filled with concern.

 

"I think so too. Many things are suspicious. The attack on the patrol makes me more certain someone inside is involved. I discussed this with Ok-phra Suntrapinit, and he agrees."

 

"Do you suspect anyone?"

 

"Some lower-level officials, but no major players yet."

 

Father sighed heavily. Phop's brows furrowed. He had some suspicions but no evidence to accuse anyone.

 

"I'd like you to investigate, but I don't want to overstep Ok-phra's authority. Though I'm his superior, I must respect his decisions."

 

"I understand." Phop smiled faintly at his father.

 

Ok-phra Suntrapinit, Muun Han's father, assigned cases in the area. It was natural for him to want his son to have notable achievements. Though Father outranked Ok-phra and could change the case handler or involve himself, he wasn't one to interfere. His father was fair and respected Ok-phra, so he only kept a close watch on the situation.

 

"But if there's no progress soon, I'll have to intervene. Be ready, Phop. This might be too much for Muun Han alone, especially with Cherd involved."

 

"Yes, Father. I've ordered my men to keep an eye on him. He's been hanging around the prostitute house and the liquor shop all day. I think he knows he's being watched."

 

"Then keep watching. If he's involved, he'll make a move soon."

 

"Yes," Phop replied. Father turned to talk to Mother while Phop glanced at his cute lover beside him, seeing the thoughtful look in his big eyes.

 

"Mother, I'm off to work now," Phop said as he slung his sword over his shoulder. He instructed Khong to prepare the boat while he went to bid farewell to his mother, then followed his father down from the house.

 

"May you be blessed, my son. Travel safely."

 

"Yes, Mother," he replied with a smile, glancing at the person standing slightly behind his mother. Klao didn't say anything, just gave a small smile and a farewell look. 

 

In truth, Phop wanted to walk over, hug, and kiss Klao for encouragement before heading to work as other couples do. But at this moment, he couldn't. So, he just smiled back as he walked down the stairs, determined. From now on, he only needed to make his parents accept his relationship with Klao. Phop knew it wouldn't be easy, but he wouldn't give up. One day, he hoped to show his love for Klao openly in front of others. They say people in love often daydream and see everything through rose-colored glasses. I think that's probably true.

 

"Mr Klao, Mr Klao!"

 

Chuay's distant voice made me turn around. I'd been playing house with the servants' children and was lost in thoughts of someone who hadn't returned from duty yet. I only snapped out of it when Chuay called, and I realised Jam, Chuay's two-year-old daughter, was stuffing leaves into my mouth...

 

"Ahem, what... what is it?" I quickly pulled the leaves out of my mouth, coughing and trying to act serious.

 

"Mr. Klao, um..."

 

Chuay stifled a smile, glancing at my head. When I touched it, I found that my head had been turned into a vase with ixora flowers.

 

"What's wrong with my head? There's nothing," I said, hastily pulling out the flowers amid the amused looks of the servants. Chuay seemed to be trying hard not to laugh. I gave him a stern look, and he lowered his head.

 

"Mr Klao, are you going up to the house?"

 

"Yes, let's go," I said, embarrassed. I got up and walked briskly back to the house. Lost in thoughts of my boyfriend, I hadn't realised I'd been pranked by a two-year-old. If Thi, my friend, found out, he'd laugh until he fell off his chair.

 

It was quite unbelievable how things had turned around. Just a week ago, I was sitting alone, crying over an impossible love. But now, I am incredibly happy. When we were with others, P'Phop and I (tried to) act normal, but when we were alone, it was a different story.

 

Despite his stern appearance, Mr Officer is cunning enough to be a villain. Believe it or not, he's great at finding excuses to be with me. P'Phop told Phraya he'd tutor me every day. After dinner, we'd retreat to the study, where he'd often find reasons to hold my hand. If I answered a question wrong, he'd punish me with a kiss. the cheek (a win-win for me). He'd find excuses to hug me and ask to sleep with me, and his sweet talk was so unexpected that I could hardly recognise the stern man I first met in the forest. But if you ask which version of him I prefer, I can immediately say it's the current P'Phop. I was genuinely happy with how things were, but there was still underlying worry and unease.

 

"Klao." The deep voice of the person I was just thinking about came from behind. I turned to see P'Phop, who'd just returned from duty, walking towards me. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile as he approached.

 

"You're back. How was your day?" I asked awkwardly. Mr Officer nodded, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement at my shyness.

 

"Today was busy and tiring." His gentle tone made my heart flutter.

 

"Then, after dinner, you should rest. I'll review the books myself today."

 

"No, I promised Father, so I must fulfil my duty." He said it so sternly that I rolled my eyes. He was the one who asked Phraya to tutor me every day.

 

"Let's go up to the house, P'Phop. You can have some water, and I need to take a bath."

 

"Why don't we bathe together?"

 

I almost choked on air when he said that, quickly looking around. Luckily, only Chuay and Khong were nearby. If anyone else heard, it wouldn't end well.

 

"I'm just teasing you." He laughed, but his eyes sparkled mischievously, showing he wasn't just joking. I shook my head and hurriedly walked up to the house before I blushed even more. See? I told you he's quite the rascal. Do you believe me now?

 

After bathing and having dinner, P'Phop and I sat in the study, reviewing laws to prepare for my government service. Deep down, I still missed home, my parents, and my modern life. But I'd come to terms with the possibility of being stuck here forever. Of course, I still missed my old life, but with P'Phop by my side, staying here didn't seem so bad. That thought brought worry, too. If Klao returned one day, I might have to leave. And if I had to choose between going back and staying here, I don't know what I'd decide. I had P'Phop here. How could I leave him?

 

Smooch!

 

"What are you daydreaming about?" The deep voice came from beside my ear after a heavy kiss on my cheek. I turned to look at Mr Officer, who'd turned into a cheeky thief, and gave him a side-eye.

 

"You're doing it again."

 

"Your cheeks smell nice. I want to sniff them often."

 

He smiled, leaning in again until I had to quickly put down my book and push his broad shoulders away. We playfully wrestled, laughing softly, until I was overpowered by P'Phop's strength and pulled into his arms, receiving several more kisses.

 

"P'Phop, my cheeks are all bruised!"

 

"I don't see any bruises."

 

His rough thumb gently stroked my cheek, and his lips curled into a wide smile that made me smile back. I was truly happy, so happy it felt like a dream. I feared that if I woke up one day and found it was all just a dream, I wouldn't be able to handle it.

 

"So, what were you thinking about? I called you, but you didn't hear." The older one asked.

 

"Just... thinking about us," I replied, leaning my head on his shoulder. P'Phop reached out to hug me and gently stroke my shoulder, his soothing touch easing my tension.

 

"What about us? That you're about to give in and let me share your bed for a night?"

 

'"If it's that, not anytime soon," I wrinkled my nose at the presumptuous man. Whenever he had the chance, he'd circle back to asking to sleep with me, but I wasn't giving in easily. I wanted to tease him a bit more.

 

"Then what is it?"

 

"Your parents. I'm afraid they won't accept us," I decided to lie. It wasn't what I was thinking earlier, but it was a genuine concern. Though they treated me like a son, being a son-in-law is very different. I didn't think they'd accept their eldest son, the family's hope, if he didn't have an heir.

 

"I'll handle it." He said, his nose brushing against my temple.

 

"At first, they might be shocked, but I know my parents well. They won't be against it for long. If we stand our ground, they'll have to accept it. Father has to go to Lavo for duty the day after tomorrow, and Mother will visit relatives. When they return, I'll tell them about us."

 

"And if... if they never accept us?"

 

"Then I'll take you away with me. How about that?" He asked playfully. I smiled and shook my head, leaning against his chest and closing my eyes.

 

I intended to hold onto P'Phop as tightly and as long as I could. But if one day I became an obstacle in his life and caused him trouble, I wouldn't be able to bear it either. I never believed in omens or fate, but now I was pleading with the unseen, praying with all my heart that it didn't happen. Please, don't let there be a day when I have to let go of this man.

 

Two days later, Phraya Pichaipakdee and Khun Ying Prayong left for Lavo. Without his parents' watchful eyes, P'Phop openly showed his affection for me. Honestly, I think most people in the house had already noticed. He fed, hugged, and held my waist without caring who saw. Anyone who didn't suspect must have a very innocent heart.

 

Today was another day, and he fed me fruit at breakfast. I glanced around before accepting the rose apple he offered. The looks from Phraya's secondary wives and P'Phop's half-siblings were uncomfortable, but as the eldest son, he only had to respect Phraya and his mother. The secondary wives were of lower status than him.

 

"Let's go out today. I'll take you somewhere," said the older one just as I was dabbing the corners of my mouth with a napkin after finishing my meal.

 

"Where to?" I asked.

 

"You'll find out when we get there," he replied with a slight smile. I squinted at him, feeling a bit sceptical. Even though we were dating, he sometimes liked to prank me. I hoped he wasn't planning to take me somewhere weird or leave me in the woods, as he often joked about doing when he thought I was being stubborn.

 

Despite my suspicions, curiosity got the better of me. So, I followed P'Phop to the pier. He whispered our destination to Khong, not letting me hear, keeping it a secret until the last minute. This only heightened my anticipation of where he was taking me. After about twenty minutes, the deep voice of the person sitting behind me spoke up.

 

"We're here."

 

"This is a temple." I looked up at the familiar pier pavilion as the boat docked. I felt a bit disheartened. It seemed P'Phop heard the disappointment in my voice because he chuckled softly. He stepped out of the boat and extended his hand to help me onto the pavilion.

 

"Yes, I brought you here to make merit. Khong, stay with the boat," he instructed his servant before gently pushing me towards the temple. Well, I guess this is a date spot for people in this era. At least we were making merit together, which might bring us good fortune before talking to P'Phop's parents. Maybe the merit would help things go smoothly.

 

The temple was always bustling with people, yet it felt peaceful and stable every time I visited. P'Phop and I lit incense and candles before kneeling side by side to worship the Buddha. While praying, I stole glances at my handsome lover's profile. Even months after our first meeting, I was still amazed by his good looks. His jawline was sharp, his nose enviably high, and his eyes, both strong and gentle, always calmed my restless heart. Nature had truly crafted him well.

 

"Make your wish first, then you can look at me," his calm voice broke the silence. P'Phop's eyes remained fixed on the Buddha statue. I wrinkled my nose in mild annoyance at being caught and closed my eyes to make a wish. I rarely made wishes when making merit, but this time, I did so earnestly.

 

‘I wish to stay with P'Phop for as long as possible, to be happy together, and if possible, never to be separated from him.'

 

My breath hitched at that thought. When I initially rejected P'Phop, it was out of worry and fear of gossip. I didn't want to leave him alone or cause him pain if I had to leave. But in the end, I couldn't resist my feelings. Though I'd been very happy these past few days, I felt selfish for seeking happiness from his love, knowing I mightn't be able to stay with him forever.

 

"Klao." The deep voice beside me brought me back to the present. P'Phop's dark eyes were filled with concern.

 

"What's wrong?" he asked

 

"Nothing." I forced a smile and got up to place the incense, refill the oil lamp, and make a donation before leaving the temple for our next destination, the nearby floating market.

 

"Why did you want to bring me to the temple?" I asked as we strolled back to the pier.

 

"Starting a new life requires making merit, doesn't it?" P'Phop replied with a smile. I frowned.

 

"A new life? What do you mean?"

 

"I mean, starting our life together." Mr Officer looked into my eyes with a twinkle in his dark eyes, making my face heat up.

 

"Starting a family means making merit for good fortune first."

 

"Who said I was starting a family with you? I haven't agreed to anything yet," I muttered. He was always like this, assuming things. We were just trying things out and not fully committed yet.

 

"Then I'll wait for the day you agree," he said, reaching out to hold my hand. I flinched and tried to pull away, worried someone might see, but P'Phop reassured me.

 

"There's no one here. Don't worry."

 

"But it's better not to do this in public," I argued softly, not wanting him to look bad. But P'Phop stubbornly held my hand, ignoring my protests. I had no choice but to let him.

 

"What did you wish for earlier?" he asked.

 

"I wished for P'Phop to always be kind to me, not scold me, and never leave me," I teased, raising an eyebrow. I was the one who flinched this time when he lifted my hand and kissed it gently.

 

"Of course, I won't leave you."

 

I pressed my lips together, knowing my face was heating up, not from the sun. P'Phop chuckled at my embarrassment, so I asked him back.

 

"What did you wish for?"

 

"I wished for the Buddha to protect you and for us to be together forever."

 

I felt a lump in my throat at his simple words. P'Phop didn't notice my expression as he looked away, mumbling.

 

"And also..."

 

"And?"

 

"It's a secret," he said with a smile and fell silent. I didn't press further, just savouring the warmth of his hand holding mine as we walked to the pier together. If we could really be together forever, that would be wonderful.

 

The small boat moved away from the temple pier towards the floating market. P'Phop and I wandered the market, buying food and pointing out interesting items to each other until late afternoon, when we returned home.

 

Throughout our market visit, I noticed the curious glances from vendors and passersby, indicating that the rumours from the Songkran festival hadn't died down. There was a moment when I almost stepped away from P'Phop because of those scrutinising eyes. But since P’Phop had assured me he didn't care about others' opinions, I had no reason to either. From now on, I'd be strong, stand by his side, and overcome obstacles together.

 

The stars twinkled brightly in the sky as we finished dinner. Everyone went their separate ways to rest and take care of personal matters. P'Phop and I spent some time reviewing books in the study. Normally, P'Phop was quite indulgent with me, except when it came to studying. He'd turn into a strict teacher, glaring at me for even the smallest mistake. One reason was his good intention of helping me remember the material well, and the other was his attempt to find an excuse to punish me.

 

"That's enough for today."

 

His hand closed the thick book after a long session. narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed at how he'd taken advantage of the situation to punish me several times. I felt like my cheeks might be bruised.

 

"Let's go to bed and rest," he said.

 

"Thank you for helping me review the material and for today. I had a lot of fun. Thanks for taking me to make merit and for the outing," I said with a wide smile. If this were our first date, I would be quite impressed. He'd taken great care of me.

 

"Can I have a reward then?" he asked, his dark eyes gleaming with expectation. I knew what he wanted. He was going to ask me to sleep in my room again.

 

"In that case, I'll reward you by... allowing you to go back to your room and sleep." I pulled him up and pushed him out of the study room. I escorted him to the bedroom door. P'Phop looked reluctant, giving me a longing look even as I waved goodbye and wished him goodnight. Teasing my boyfriend was fun. This was enough for now. If he insisted on sleeping in my room next time, I might give in.

 

I returned to my room, locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed. The sounds of the servants working outside grew quieter, leaving only the chirping of crickets and the breeze coming through the slightly open window. I pulled the blanket over myself, exhausted from the day's outing, and soon my eyelids grew heavy.

 

Thud!

I didn't know how long I'd been asleep when a noise at the door startled me awake. I sat up in bed, peering at the bolted-closed door. I heard a soft knock a few times and got up to check.

 

"Klao," the familiar deep voice called softly. I unbolted the door and opened it slightly to see who was knocking at this late hour.

 

"P'Phop, what-" Before I could finish my question, he slipped into the room, closed the door, and bolted it behind him. I stood there, mouth agape, as he turned to me with a mirthful smile.

 

"Let me sleep here tonight, please?"

 

"Knocking on my door this late at night, aren't you afraid someone might see?" I scolded, hastily moving to close the window, fearing the servants below might hear. Taking care of each other could be seen as brother-like, but if anyone saw P'Phop leaving my room in the morning, they wouldn't think it was just brotherly anymore. It's a bit depressing, having to sneak around like we're having an affair.

 

"The servants are all asleep. No one will see."

 

The one who acted like a thief sneaking into someone else's room immediately walked in and hugged me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder affectionately.

 

"Then let's go to bed quickly," I sighed deeply, following P'Phop, who was smiling contentedly, to the bed. Luckily, my bed was wide enough for two men to sleep comfortably. Otherwise, someone would've fallen off by morning. His strong arms immediately pulled me into his embrace. I hugged him back, burying my face in P'Phop's shoulder as he quietly nuzzled my temple.

 

"I was very happy today. And you, were you happy?"

 

"Of course," I looked up and gave him a small smile, which lifted the corners of his mouth.

 

"Next holiday, I'll take you out again. We'll go to many places. How about that?"

 

"You promised?" I glared at him playfully. P'Phop laughed, kissing my hand gently and speaking softly.

 

"I promised."

 

With that, the room fell silent. P'Phop and I stared into each other's eyes, completely lost in the moment. I realised it was late at night, the room sealed tight, making it feel like we were the only two people in the world. If anything happened, no one would know.

 

My heart raced as I noticed the gleam in his dark eyes reflecting the light from the small lamp. P'Phop seemed to be thinking the same thing because he gently pushed me down onto the bed, leaning in close. His warm lips pressed against my cheek and the corner of my mouth.

 

"P'Phop." I instinctively pushed his shoulder, my voice trembling uncontrollably in the face of the intimate situation. It wasn't that we hadn't touched each other like this before, but since our first kiss when he confessed his love, P'Phop hadn't kissed me again. At first, I was puzzled, but seeing his intense gaze now, I understood. He hadn't kissed me because he was restraining himself.

 

His large hand lightly touched my waist. Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat. He pressed his warm lips against mine repeatedly, not going further but not pulling away either, as if battling his subconscious. Our bodies rubbed against each other, making my mind scatter. The more he kissed me, the more my senses awakened.

 

"I want to hold you." His husky whisper above my lips sounded distant because all I could feel was his touch. P'Phop's face nuzzled my shoulder and neck, his lips murmuring against my skin.

 

"If you don't stop me, I'll do as I please."

 

I hesitated at those words. In my twenty years, this was the first time I'd been this close to someone. I knew what'd happen next. Was I scared? Yes, but I also wanted to be held, to be loved by him, to make the most of every moment with him. Expressing love physically isn't wrong, and I craved P'Phop's touch. So, there was no reason to overthink.

 

"Klao."

 

That's right, there's no need to hesitate anymore.

 

"P'Phop.. hold me," I mumbled, lowering my head, biting my lip, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. His slender fingers lifted my chin, making me look at him. His dark eyes were filled with gentle affection.

 

"I love you."

 

He spoke clearly before kissing me deeply. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, parting my lips to let him deepen the kiss. The silence of the night was broken by the sound of kisses, the hums of pleasure from our throats, and the rustling of clothes being removed. In the dim light, I could see his perfect body. As his rough hands caressed my bare skin, it felt like a thousand butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

 

"Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle." P'Phop whispered, moving his face to my chest, leaving a trail of warmth wherever his lips touched. I gasped, a muffled moan escaping as his tongue flicked over one of my nipples, teasing it skillfully while his fingers played with the other, making it harden. The sensation was so intense that it arched my chest towards his soft lips without realising it.

 

He looked up, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction at my reaction. P'Phop showed no hesitation; he seemed experienced, like a Playboy, completely different from his usual self. I used to think of him as a harmless, quiet mountain. Now I realise he was a smouldering volcano, ready to erupt.

 

"Does it feel good?" He whispered, nibbling my nipple lightly, eliciting another moan. The taller man shifted to the other nipple, giving it equal attention. His hot hand roamed my body, from my chest to my waist, moving lower.

 

"Ah..." I gripped the bedsheet tightly as P'Phop untied my pants and slipped his hand inside, touching my sensitive spot. His warm lips kissed below my navel, trailing down before slowly removing my loincloth. I tried to close my legs in embarrassment, but his strong hand held them apart. He smirked slightly, his eyes sweeping over my naked body.

 

"You're beautiful." His deep voice made me want to cover my face in extreme embarrassment, but P'Phop didn't give me time to think. His rough hand began to stroke my arousal, teasing it until it was fully erect.

 

"P'Phop, ah!" I quickly covered my mouth when he started to move his hand up and down. The intense pleasure spread through my body. It wasn't like when I did it myself; it felt completely different.

 

My mind blurred, feeling like P'Phop was lifting me to the sky. When his rough thumb rubbed the sensitive tip, teasing it repeatedly, I arched my lower body towards his hot hand. I writhed, begging for his touch, forgetting all embarrassment. P'Phop responded quickly, and soon, I was burying my face in the pillow, breathing heavily as I reached my climax. I opened my eyes to see my lover using the milky fluid from my release to coat my entrance. His slender fingers massaged the tight ring of muscle, relaxing it before slowly inserting one finger inside.

 

"Ah..."

 

"Does it hurt?" P'Phop asked immediately when I made a sound. I bit my lip and shook my head. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable. Seeing that I wasn't pushing him away, he pushed his finger deeper, moving it around to stretch me. From one finger to two, then three, P'Phop was patient, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. Each time he moved his fingers in and out, he searched for my sensitive spot, his other hand caressing my body, whispering soothing words to help me relax. When he found the spot that made me feel good, he pressed it repeatedly. I panted, feeling my body crave more of him. Just fingers weren't enough. I wanted more.

 

"Inside... come inside," I stammered, biting my lip. As soon as I spoke, I saw the flames flare in his sharp eyes. P'Phop withdrew his fingers and stood up, untying his pants. My face burned with heat as I saw his arousal clearly. It was no joke. If three fingers were already uncomfortable, how could I take that?

 

There was no time to worry because he was already leaning over me, slowly pushing his arousal inside. Just the large head entering made me wince in pain, my hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly. It hurt as expected, but I closed my eyes and bit my lip to stifle the sound. I knew if I made a noise, P'Phop would stop. But we'd come this far, so I took deep breaths to relax as much as possible to be able to handle him.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

The part that was being pushed deeper into me suddenly stopped. Warm lips pressed a kiss onto my tightly shut eyelids. I slowly opened my eyes, finding the corners wet with tears. I could clearly see the worry in my lover's eyes.

 

"Does it hurt a lot?"

 

"Just a little. I'm fine." I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss on his lips. P'Phop kissed back, his tongue slipping into my mouth, trying to distract me. It worked somewhat as I focused on kissing him. Before I knew it, his large member was fully inside me. I heard him grit his teeth as my body tightened around his heat. I furrowed my brows, the pain below making me bite my lip to stifle any sound. P'Phop kissed my forehead gently, one hand intertwining with mine and squeezing it tightly. He whispered sweet nothings, waiting for my body to adjust. After a moment, my body began to relax, the pain slowly fading away, leaving only an unfamiliar discomfort.

 

"P'Phop, try... try moving..."

 

"Okay."

 

He whispered back and began to move his hips slowly, in and out, a few times while watching my face. Seeing that I wasn't in pain, he picked up the pace. My breathing quickened as his tall frame thrust into me faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin and P'Phop's low groans heightened the pleasure building inside me.

 

"P'Phop, ugh!" I quickly covered my mouth, afraid someone might hear. But my lover didn't seem to care. He pulled my hand away, pressing a passionate kiss on my lips. One of my legs was lifted over his broad shoulder, making his thrusts even deeper. Luckily, he was kissing me, or I'd have screamed embarrassingly already.

 

A whimper escaped my lips as he repeatedly hit my sensitive spot. Pleasure surged through my body. P’Phop's muscles tensed as he focused on driving himself into me. His hands alternated between caressing and squeezing my buttocks. The more I moaned, the faster he moved as if teasing me.

 

"Inside you feel so... so good."

 

His deep, husky voice came from above. His passionate lovemaking contrasted with his usually calm demeanour. The force of his thrusts made my body rock, wrinkling the bed sheets. But at that moment, neither of us cared. There was only the desire to bring each other bliss.

 

A second wave of white fluid was released without me even touching myself. Then, I was flipped onto my stomach, rough hands pulling my hips up before his hot member pushed back into me, thrusting rapidly.

 

"P'Phop, I...ah..." I buried my face in the pillow, arching my hips to accommodate his desire fully. His hot length continued to rub against my inner walls relentlessly. I heard P'Phop's low groans, the sound of his thighs slapping against my buttocks, and my own racing heartbeat. I let out a soft cry as he gave one final, hard thrust.

 

My lower abdomen burned as something warm filled me, overflowing down my legs. When the storm passed, the room fell silent, leaving only our heavy breathing. My passage still pulsed around what remained inside. P'Phop moved his hips slightly, squeezing out the last of his lust into me before pulling out and collapsing to hug my sweat-drenched body.

 

"I love you." He whispered in my ear. I turned to hug him tightly, my hand wandering over his broad chest. Despite just having shared a passionate moment, the desire hadn't faded. The taller man responded immediately, flipping me onto my back and kissing me deeply without hesitation.

 

We continued to express our love for each other until I eventually drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remembered was P'Phop holding me from behind. Then everything faded away.

The night was long, but it left me feeling warm and content.