Me and Thee: English translation.

Wake up call #43

 

Thee scooped the young photographer into his arms effortlessly, their lips still locked in a heated kiss. He kissed him again and again, deep and consuming, pressing, nipping, and teasing as if to ensure that Peach could focus on nothing but the fervour he was pouring into every touch. Their tongues intertwined tightly, refusing to part, as Thee's kisses became more insistent, even drawing Peach deeper into the intensity of the moment.

 

Before Peach fully realised what was happening, he found himself being laid down gently on the enormous bed. Thee's taller, more solid frame hovered over him, bracing himself with his strong arms, yet his lips never broke contact. 

 

Peach's mind raced, already aware of where this was headed. He wasn't naive, but the mingling emotions of shyness and nervous excitement were impossible to ignore. His cheeks burned with heat as he lay beneath Thee's imposing figure.

 

Judging by the obvious difference in their sizes, Peach didn't need anyone to spell out who'd be taking the lead here.

 

Thee trailed kisses down his neck, leaving faint red marks in his wake. His fingers brushed lightly down Peach's sides, teasing through the thin fabric of his shirt before slipping beneath it. Thee's warm palms roamed the slim, toned body underneath, tracing over faint lines of muscle that twitched involuntarily at his touch. As his hands ventured upwards, they skimmed across Peach's stomach, sending a wave of goosebumps rippling across his skin. Peach couldn't help but tense at the sensation, a shiver of anticipation running through him.

 

When Thee's fingertips grazed a sensitive spot on Peach's chest, he gasped softly, his back arching slightly off the bed. Seizing the moment, Thee pulled him closer and tugged off his shirt in one smooth motion. 

 

Now, Peach lay bare beneath him, his pale, unblemished skin practically glowing under the dim light, untouched by the sun thanks to his indoor habits. His chest rose and fell as Thee took in the sight, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

 

Thee leaned down and kissed his way across Peach's smooth skin, trailing lower until he reached a rosy peak on his chest. Without hesitation, Thee's lips closed around it, alternating between gentle sucks and playful nips. Peach's soft whimper was music to his ears, and it only spurred him to lavish the same attention on both sides.

 

Thee finally pulled back just enough to take in the sight of Peach sprawled out before him, his body pliant, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Peach's gaze met Thee's, wide and glistening, his eyes a mix of shyness and something else, something darker, stirred by the heat of the moment. His lips, slightly swollen from their earlier kisses, remained parted as he caught his breath.

 

The mafia boss swallowed hard, his hand sliding along the slender, toned legs hidden beneath tight jeans. His lips brushed against Peach's ear, nibbling gently, drawing a soft moan from the smaller man.

 

"Peach.... can I? You're too damn irresistible. I can't hold back anymore."

 

Peach bit his lip, the taste of red wine from Thee's tongue still lingering, intoxicating him. Heat surged from deep within, making him squirm. Yet the sweetness in his heart overwhelmed even the burning desire coursing through his veins. Wrapping his arms around Thee's neck, Peach took the lead, pressing up to kiss him. That single act was all it took to unlock something primal. 

 

Thee's kiss turned fervent, flipping from passive to aggressive in the blink of an eye. While their mouths devoured one another, his hands skillfully unfastened Peach's jeans. In mere moments, every barrier between them was stripped away. Thee pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over Peach's pale body sprawled across the bed. It was as if he wanted to commit every detail, every curve, to memory. At the same time, he rid himself of his own clothes, revealing a lean, muscular physique-and something else. Something larger, harder, and impossible to ignore. At least Dad's foreign genes came through.

 

Peach's gaze involuntarily dropped lower, and he gulped nervously. Even though he'd made up his mind, giving his heart away, actually facing reality made his nerves knot. Preparing for something didn't mean being ready for it.

 

Thee leaned down to kiss him again, deep and deliberate, luring Peach's mind away from his fears. His lips travelled downward, leaving a trail of possessive marks across soft skin. Peach's small body tensed under the attention, especially when Thee's tongue swirled around his navel, drawing a low, unintentional moan and an arch of his hips. That reaction nearly drove Thee over the edge.

 

Just the sound of Peach's husky moans and the subtle movements of his body were enough to test Thee's restraint to its breaking point. He worked his way further down, his lips brushing against the source of Peach's arousal, already standing firm, throbbing with need.

By comparison, Thee's mixed heritage gave him a noticeable size advantage, and he couldn't help but grin. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on the tip before slowly taking Peach into his mouth. He had never done this with anyone before, but when it came to Peach, he didn't feel the slightest bit of hesitation or disgust.

 

"Kian!" Peach yelped in surprise, his voice trembling as a rush of warmth enveloped him, making the heat between his legs burn even more intensely. His smaller body squirmed and tensed, lips pressing shut to stifle his voice. His hands found Kian's broad shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

 

Thee quickened his strokes, his movements deliberate and teasing. At the same time, he reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, coating his fingers generously. Taking advantage of Peach's dazed state, overwhelmed by the pleasure from the front, Thee gently slid a slicked finger into the tight, untouched ring of muscle behind.

 

"Ah Kian, it hurts!" 

 

Peach jerked, instinctively trying to escape the unfamiliar intrusion. But as his hips lifted to retreat, it only caused more of him to slip deeper into Thee's mouth. The sharp contrast of sensations—pleasure surging from the front and discomfort from the back-left him trapped, torn between retreat and surrender. His every attempt to move was met with Kian's firm grip and those persistent fingers circling, pressing, coaxing his body into submission. It felt like being locked in place; every movement only heightened his sensitivity.

 

"I'm here. Relax, Peach. Just breathe," Thee murmured soothingly, pausing to release Peach from his mouth. His lips trailed down the smaller man's soft thighs, nipping and licking at the flushed skin to stoke the fire simmering in Peach's core. Moving back up, he captured Peach's lips once more, his tongue drawing out the tension as his hands continued their dual assault, pleasuring the front while carefully working at the back.

 

Peach clung to the sheets in desperation, forcing himself to relax despite the unfamiliar sensations. He could feel Thee sliding in a second finger, stretching him wider, the discomfort giving way to a heady pressure. His entire body tingled, every nerve alight with a mix of unease and an aching need deep in his belly.

 

By the time Thee added a third finger, Peach's body was trembling from the fullness, the stretch pushing his limits. Thee moved carefully, alternating between slow thrusts and twisting motions, eliciting faint gasps and whimpers. When his fingers brushed against a sensitive spot deep inside, Peach arched off the bed, his stomach clenching visibly as a sweet, high-pitched moan escaped his lips.

 

He smiled with satisfaction, his other hand gently lifting the smaller figure's leg over his shoulder, allowing more space between them. He leaned down to place soft kisses along the delicate curve of an ankle, his fingers tracing gentle circles against a spot that made the other tremble. A deep, husky sound escaped as Peach's half-lidded eyes glimmered with sensations he had never experienced before.

 

Thee's gaze burned with unspoken passion as he admired every part of Peach. The mere act of being close was intoxicating. Even the elegant line of Peach's ankle, pale and smooth under his touch, made him linger longer than he intended. Taking a step back to steady himself, Thee checked to see if everything was ready. 

 

Once satisfied, he reached for the golden packet, tearing it open with his teeth in a quick, practised motion. After ensuring everything was safe and prepared, he smoothed a generous amount of gel over his fingers, determined to make this experience as comfortable as possible. This was Peach's first time, and Thee was resolved to ensure it was filled with nothing but tenderness. He wanted every moment to be something Peach would treasure. 

 

Thee leaned forward, pulling Peach into a reassuring embrace. Gently, he guided the trembling hands clutching the bedsheets to rest against his own back. His lips brushed Peach's ear, placing delicate kisses that melted into a whisper, low and tinged with emotion.

 

"Let me in. You're mine, Peach," he murmured.

 

Peach met his gaze, his favourite smoky grey eyes now brimming with desire and warmth. The connection sent a rush of heat through him, one he could barely contain. Even so, Thee held himself back, though sweat glistened on his temples from the effort. Thee didn't want to become a nightmare for the young photographer beneath him.

 

"You're mine too, Kian. Peach whispered back. He pressed a lingering kiss to Thee's chin, grounding them both in the intimacy of the moment. "We belong to each other."

 

The sound Thee made in reply was deep, almost primal, as if a thread of restraint had finally snapped. Slowly, he adjusted himself, his large hands cradling Peach's hips to offer support. With deliberate care, he began to guide their connection, his movements unhurried and considerate, ensuring Peach felt every bit of the closeness building between them.

 

Peach gasped softly, his breathing hitching as the new sensation left him wide-eyed. His fingers instinctively pressed against Thee's broad back, clinging for reassurance. Though there was a tightness, Thee's patience and gentleness eased the discomfort little by little. Thee clenched his jaw tightly, the muscles along his face tense with restraint. He tried his best to soothe Peach, alternating between gentle touches and soft kisses on his chest, hoping to ease his discomfort.

 

"Relax, sweetheart. You're holding onto me too tightly," Thee murmured against Peach's lips, peppering him with soft kisses to distract him. Slowly and carefully, Thee guided himself, inching forward at a deliberate pace. He moved with unhurried patience, allowing Peach's body to adjust gradually. Each motion was measured, sinking deeper with every gentle press. Thee had never shown this much self-control before, but with Peach, he was determined to be careful. He couldn't bear the thought of causing him even the slightest pain. No matter how much it tested his resolve, Thee was willing to wait.

 

Soon, Thee found himself fully embraced, his body pressed close to Peach's. A high-pitched sound escaped Peach's lips, his breath catching as he felt the warmth spreading through him. Thee instinctively adjusted, angling himself to ensure that every movement brought comfort, even as Peach's soft breaths turned into quiet, trembling sighs.

 

Leaning down, Thee pressed another kiss to Peach's lips, tender yet persistent, his hands brushing against the smaller man's flushed cheeks. He waited, sensing the tension ease little by little. When Peach finally relaxed, Thee allowed himself a soft, raspy whisper near his ear, his voice thick with unrestrained emotion.

 

"Just relax, my love. I can't hold back anymore."

 

Thee kissed Peach deeply, his lips firm as his hands guided Peach's body to match his rhythm. Slowly, his movements became more confident, each one filled with care and intention. Peach responded instinctively, his arms wrapping tightly around Thee's broad shoulders.

 

As Thee's motions grew bolder, his lips found their way to Peach's collarbone, grazing the soft skin with reverence. His strong hands supported Peach's waist, holding him securely as they moved in sync. The steady rhythm turned more intense, a shared wave of emotion overtaking them both. Peach, inexperienced but eager, could only respond by holding on tighter, his body following Thee's lead. 

 

His voice, sweet and breathless, filled the space between them, each sound revealing how new and overwhelming this was for him. Every movement seemed to ignite something deep within, a warmth building in his core until it overflowed. In the end, Peach trembled against Thee, his body tensing as a wave of release washed over him, leaving him breathless.

 

Thee didn't stop, even after seeing that Peach had already reached his limit. If anything, the tightened grip around him only fueled his own desire. Tilting his head back, Thee let out a low, guttural sound, driven by the heat of the moment. With one final, deep movement, he buried himself fully, his body trembling as warmth spread through him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on Peach's shoulder, lips pressing gentle kisses along the flushed skin, as if trying to share the overwhelming emotions coursing through him. Sex occurred between two people felt far more meaningful!

 

Carefully, Thee withdrew, moving with deliberate slowness to avoid causing any discomfort. Despite feeling the lingering heat between them, he didn't stop. His hand moved quickly, discarding the earlier protection and preparing another. His lips found Peach's once more, coaxing soft, breathless sighs as he positioned himself again, gently pressing forward.

 

"Ahh, Kian, what are you doing?" Peach's voice trembled; his body was still sensitive from their earlier connection.

 

"I have told you that I can't hold it anymore. I want to stay with you like this, all day and all night." 

 

Thee gently nipped at Peach's ear, his breath warm and steady as he shifted positions. Taking a moment, he eased out completely, then carefully guided Peach to lie on his stomach, lifting his hips slightly to find a comfortable angle. Slowly and deliberately, he pressed forward again, ensuring every movement was unhurried and mindful.

 

"Um...I've already cum." Peach groaned softly at the overwhelming sensation as Thee moved again, his strong hands shifting him gently into a new position. Lying face down, Peach felt Thee lift his hips slightly, giving him better access. The motion was unhurried yet purposeful, and Peach could feel every moment of their renewed closeness.

"But I didn't say that it's only once." Thee moved his hips slowly but kept a strong rhythm both in and out. Peach made sweet groans, murmurs of surrender and the sound of his name, repeated like a mantra. Thee's deliberate pace, slow but firm, drew out every reaction he wanted, ensuring Peach felt the full extent of his love and devotion.

 

"Kian, don't tease me... ah, Kian..." Peach let his head fall onto the pillow, his voice trembling with soft moans as he called out to his lover. Despite having just reached his peak, his body stirred again, unbidden.

 

"I'm right here, my love. Tell me what you want," Thee murmured deeply, his lips brushing against Peach's shoulder to taste the faint salt of sweat. One arm wrapped securely around the slender figure, supporting him with every movement, while the other hand tenderly attended to him, drawing even sweeter sounds from Peach.

 

Peach turned to look at him, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears, his lips swollen and red from being bitten. His flushed cheeks and ears made him look utterly endearing, testing Thee's patience to its limit. He couldn't hold back any longer.

 

Thee leaned down, capturing Peach's lips in a firm kiss, muffling the soft cries that filled the space. At the same time, he increased the rhythm of their movements, each one intense. Peach clung to him, his body trembling as emotions surged higher and higher.

 

A muffled cry escaped from Peach as he reached his limit again, his body giving in to the overwhelming sensations, releasing thick liquid all over the bed again. Meanwhile, Thee followed soon after, his warmth spilling so that the smaller one could feel it in his stomach even though there was a condom as a barrier between them.

 

After a lingering kiss, Thee finally pulled away, though reluctance was evident in his every move. Peach collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, his breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. Thee watched him with a fond smile, gently kissing his shoulder before scooping him up to take him to the bathroom.

 

Despite Peach's sleepy protests and playful scolding, Thee stayed by his side, finding his grumpiness more adorable than intimidating. He watched over Peach with quiet concern, ensuring he wouldn't stumble or fall from exhaustion. Once Peach had freshened up and changed into clean clothes, Thee took him back to the bedroom. Seeing the mess they had made, Thee carried Peach up softly in a good mood.

 

"The guest room looks like it's out of commission now," Thee remarked with a satisfied tone, sounding anything but inconvenient.

 

"Guess you'll have to sleep in my room tonight."

 

Peach rolled his eyes dramatically, unable to resist landing a playful smack on Thee's shoulder. Far from offended, the mafia boss chuckled, thoroughly entertained, and carried the smaller man up the stairs toward his bedroom with swift determination.

 

Thee gently laid Peach down on his massive king-sized bed, where the smaller frame nearly disappeared into the plush bedding. After casting a pleased glance over the sight, he stepped away to freshen up. When he returned, Peach was already fast asleep, exhausted after a long day of travelling, distributing gifts to kids, and... well, other activities that left him thoroughly spent.

 

With a contented sigh, Thee slid into bed, slipping a strong arm beneath Peach and carefully pulling him close until the smaller man was resting against his chest. His rough fingers traced lazy patterns through soft, silky hair, twisting strands around his fingertips as a gentle smile curved his lips.

 

He admired Peach's serene face, the long lashes resting against flushed cheeks, and lips still slightly swollen from countless kisses. Faint marks traced his neck, reminders of their shared intimacy. 

 

Having someone he loved and who loved him back, lying so trustingly in his arms, filled Thee with a warmth he hadn't known he could feel. It was comforting, sweet, and tender like a perfectly toasted marshmallow, golden and soft.

 

He tightened his embrace ever so slightly, wishing he could hold Peach even closer, as though merging their very beings. Pressing a lingering kiss into the crown of soft hair, he whispered:

 

"Goodnight... Sweet dreams, my love."