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Special 3 - Let's get married.

 

Today is the day the young model plans to propose to his wife, which coincides with their fifth anniversary and also falls on a very busy day for him. He was so busy he didn't even have time to answer calls. As soon as the photoshoot was over, Kant rushed straight to his wife's company. He's been very worried about Kel lately because he's been working so hard. He heard he has a new condominium project as well.

 

The staff here are friendly. Gun doesn't come in very often, but everyone knows him well, both as a celebrity in the entertainment industry and as someone in his position. The prospective son-in-law of the company owner, whose executive office was located on the seventh floor, the highest floor, was there late at night. 

 

He took the elevator up without calling Kel again, afraid of disturbing his work. He carried a large bouquet and knocked on the door a couple of times, but no one answered. Seeing employees walking up, he took the opportunity to ask.

 

"Have you seen P'Kel?"

 

"I saw them go into the executive meeting just finished," the young woman replied.

 

"Thank you"

 

Gun decided to push the door open immediately. The room wasn't locked, and the owner was unaware of his presence as he stood on the soft balcony. His dark eyebrows furrowed instantly when he saw cigarette smoke wafting in the air, and he was relying on nicotine. 

 

He quickly placed the bouquet on the desk before walking to slide open the balcony door. Suddenly, the other person turned around, an expression of extreme shock on their face. Their large, round eyes widened, and they quickly threw away the cigarette in their hand. Gun didn't forbid him from using it to relieve stress, but he was just concerned about his health. He took a step closer. Neither of them spoke. His hand moved to massage Kel's temples.

 

"What's wrong, my dear?" a soft, deep voice asked.

 

‘…"

There was no answer. Kel's thin lips were pressed together.

 

"What are you stressed about, huh?"

 

*Grab!*

The petite figure immediately hugged his boyfriend, closing his eyes and letting go of the heavy burden he had carried for months. Wanting to be a successful executive wasn't easy at all. Kel felt the warmth of Gun’s large hands stroking his hair, and the caring lips pressing repeated kisses. Kel looked up, meeting his sharp gaze at close range.

 

"I'm so tired," the murmured voice made the listener's heart sink. It wasn't often that Kel expressed his feelings, no matter how hard the work was.

 

Kantapong has always been worried about him, always telling him not to put too much pressure on himself. He seems like such a cheerful person, but when he gets serious, he completely ignores his surroundings. Some days he works until one or two in the morning, even though he has to be at the company in the morning. Kant tells him to sleep, but he refuses if the work isn't finished. "Kant told you not to overwork yourself. I'm very worried about you, you know that, right?"

 

"Mm-hmm," Kel nodded. He knew everything.

 

"Why are you so stressed today that you have to smoke? Tell me about it." He shifted to cup his beautiful face, gently stroking his smooth cheek with his thumb. Softly, their eyes remained locked.

 

"Are you angry? I told you I didn't want you to smoke because it was bad for your health, but now I'm the one doing it." The shorter man. Instead of answering the question, they asked a different question because they were afraid their loved one would be hurt.

 

"Not angry, but worried."

 

"I'm sorry," a faint whisper.

 

"Are you stressed? You can ask your uncle for a vacation." He wanted his wife to have a break from work.

 

"No, no," Kel immediately shook his head.

 

"Even if you don't rest, I'll make sure you do." A smile curved his lips, and a laugh escaped his lips.

 

"How so?" Kel's slender eyebrows furrowed together in questioning.

 

"Pre-wedding photoshoot, choosing wedding invitations, preparing the venue," Kantapong listed.

 

"Hey, don't joke around."

 

"No playing, my love. Come here." His strong hand pulled his lover inside. His round eyes caught sight of a bouquet on the table. He knew today...It's our fifth anniversary together. We've bought a big house together.

 

"We have a dinner date this evening. Why do you need to bring it now?" the small mouth asked.

 

Suddenly, Kantapong knelt and reached into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet box. The other person was stunned. Then, he glanced at the diamond ring inside, then at the handsome face of his beloved.

 

"Will you marry me?"

 

"..." Kel remained stunned. His little heart was leaping with excitement, a stark contrast to his body, which stood stiff and too afraid to move.

 

"Please, marry me," Gun’s sharp eyes gazed steadily, his words firm and resolute.

 

"Kant" Kel was so overjoyed that he couldn't hold back his tears; they streamed down his face.

 

"Yes, my love," this time the answer was a series of vigorous nods. A slender hand wiped away tears, prompting the person watching to get up and quickly hug him. Kel sobbed softly as he nestled against his strong chest.

 

"Hmph..."

Kel burst into tears, and Kant didn't stop him because he wanted the little one to release his pent-up emotions. Didn't he know if these were tears of exhaustion or if it was just joy? Perhaps it was tears of exhaustion from working so hard. 

 

After crying his heart out, the small figure pulled away. Gun immediately reached up to wipe the tears from Kel's face. His sharp eyes looked at him with love. They both seem adorable, but when they cry, they're like five-year-olds, sobbing uncontrollably.

 

"With Kant here, you won't be tired alone," a deep voice said confidently.

 

"Thank you for being with me all this time. Thank you for always being my support, no matter how stressed I am, you're always by my side. I promise I will be a good wife."

 

"No need to promise. I don't want you to try any harder. I'm very happy with you. I've loved you for many years. You're a good person. That's how it's been for a long time. Don't change yourself. Don't do anything that will make you more tired, understand?"

 

"I'm happy," a slender smile spread across Kel's lips.

 

"Same here. I initially planned to propose in the evening, but I couldn't wait."

 

"Whenever he proposes, the answer is yes. He wants to get married," the petite figure said, tears still streaming down his face. The happiness was overwhelming, beyond words. Especially the moment the ring was placed on Kel's left ring finger, he had to wipe away his tears again with his right hand. The sharp eyes looked up at him, and he kissed his hand.

 

"Kant reserves this ring. Soon, it will become his wedding ring."

 

"It belongs solely to Kant. There's no need to reserve anything."

 

"Hmm," he chuckled softly before bending down to kiss Kel's hand again.

 

"It's so beautiful," he said, admiring the beauty of the ring.

 

"No, it's not as beautiful as you. You're far more beautiful."

 

"Your lips are so sweet." A slender finger touched the shapely lips.

 

His sharp face moved closer before he asked..."Have you tasted it to know?" Their lips were almost touching. That small mouth was so tempting to kiss.

 

"I've been smoking. Let me rinse my mouth first," Kel said, raising his hand to block the kiss.

 

"I don't care anyway," the tall man immediately pulled his hand away.

 

"Uh, um..."

Their lips met gently, their tongues searched for sweetness as if tasting a delicious treat. Every touch between them. The way they give each other gifts is so gentle. Their hands are never still; they bump into each other so much!

"Mmm," Gun groaned as he realised the small hand was stroking his crotch through his pants.

 

"Darling, I want..." The sweet face pulled away, expressing his desire. His breathing became heavy. He was straightforward; if he wanted to do something, he would say so.

He said, "But this is an office, I don't think it would be appropriate here."

 

"Why wouldn't it be suitable? No one will come in," Kel said, immediately pulling away from the warm embrace as soon as he finished speaking, before walking towards the door to lock it up. Because I don't want anyone to disturb my private time, sex in this room would be great. Even though there's no soft bed, there's a table, and...There were chairs and a sofa; in fact, he'd even be comfortable on the floor, he didn't mind at all. When he turned back to his lover, he was met with a reproachful look.

 

"He's not listening to me," the tall man grumbled.

 

"I want to. We didn't do it last night." If they didn't do it one night, they would be especially horny the next day. They both knew this best.

 

"There are so many busy people. If I did it, I wouldn't get any sleep." Kel worked until two in the morning. Under his eyes, he looked like a panda. I felt so sorry for him.

 

"That's right, now is the perfect time," the shorter person continued, persuading.

 

"No more work, huh? It's not like someone's going to knock on the door and tell you to a meeting just as Gun is about to enter you, is it?" His sharp eyes focus intently. If you're serious about doing it, you don't want anything else to interrupt and spoil your mood.

 

"No, and even if there were, I wouldn't go."

 

"Now I know what to do next; you won't overwork yourself like before."

 

"Hmm?" Kel frowned, looking questioning.

 

"We need to focus on other things," a cunning smile played on his lips.

 

"Really?" But the point is, he has a wife who's even more cunning. His smile, full of hidden meanings, is enough to make anyone surrender. Gun is another person who admits defeat, with this cuteness

 

"Mmm," a slender hand caressed his muscular chest through his shirt, intentionally teasing him and making Kantapong moan with pleasure. When Kel's goal was achieved, he chuckled with satisfaction.

 

"Come sit here," Kel pulled his lover's hand, leading him around to the executive chair side. He pushed Gun to sit down and then squeezed himself under the desk, his sharp eyes fixed on him, watching his every move. Gun felt an inexplicable ache. It only intensified when Kel licked his lips and unbuckled his belt.

 

"Do you like this ice cream bar?" he asked.

 

"I love it. Keep licking, and something will shoot out." Kel's beautiful eyes looked up, and he pulled the not-yet-fully-erect penis out. Kantapong spread his legs further and moved the chair forward slightly to make it easier for Kel to perform oral sex.

 

"Don't tease me," Gun glared, knowing the other person was deliberately driving him crazy. Kel had opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, but still wouldn't take his penis in. He was playfully flicking his tongue against it. Gently, so gently that it was almost imperceptible, yet Gun could feel the tip of the mushroom-shaped head being invaded.

 

"Mmm," finally, the young model couldn't take it anymore and thrust his hips forward, his large body filling the small mouth. Muffled moans filled the air as he licked and sucked as he pleased. When Kel pulled his face away, he would masturbate while making a seductive face. How could anyone watching resist?

 

"Ah..." His broad back leaned back in the soft chair, his head tilted back to suck in his breath, releasing the intense pleasure his beloved wife was giving him. What a wonderful anniversary it was, making love in a secluded place.

 

The sound of Kel using his tongue on Gun’s private parts echoed loudly throughout the room. He licked and sucked with great enthusiasm, sometimes focusing only on the head and at other times doing other things. Gun’s erect penis went deep down Kel's throat, but Kel didn't choke anymore because he'd gotten so much better. Gun didn't push it in either because he didn't want to see his wife in tears.

 

"Mmm, my darling, ah." The handsome face lowered to look at the small Kel, who was just small enough to sit comfortably in that position. Gun’s thick hand moved to hold him.

His slender face gestured "enough," he thought, about to devour him. When Kel looked up, saliva dripped from his mouth, but his eyes were even drooling, and surely his own body was probably drooling too, Kant thought.

 

Gun pushed the chair back slightly before pulling the other person up. Kel bit his lip seductively, so Gun pulled him in for a kiss until he was satisfied. A muffled moan escaped Kel's lips as he felt a squeeze on his buttocks. He was wearing slacks made of thin fabric, making them very sensitive. 

 

"Go up," Kantapong squeezed and sucked hard on the round breast.

 

"Unfasten it for me," Kel said, grabbing the other person's hand and guiding them to unfasten the pants buckle.

 

Kant smiled and removed the restraints, both his outer and inner trousers falling off. His lower body was left with only his black socks. With Kel's fair skin left like that, he became even more alluring. Then Kel climbed onto the table, crawling on his legs to show off his beautiful cleavage. Giggling with satisfaction,  Kel swayed his hips. Gun then slapped him once.

 

Slap!

"Ah!" Kel bounced forward slightly.

 

"Good at teasing"

 

"Can you hit me again?" The beautiful face turned back, pleading. Kant was taken aback when he heard that. He thought he was in pain from the crying, but it turned out he wasn't.

 

"It's all red now. The fair skin is covered in handprints."

 

"That's it, husband's palm. I like it."

 

Slap!

"Ah!" This time, Kel cried out even louder. Gun parted the round mounds, revealing the sweet pink opening that he loved to lick. It was tight. It's very narrow, just a tiny hole, but once you shove that thing in, it sucks the whole thing in. Absolutely amazing.

 

The male model playfully teased with his tongue. At first, the other person twitched and recoiled, but once they got the hang of it, they arched their back and resisted, letting the tongue hard and throbbing against the folds of his opening. Gun’s hands couldn't stay still... he moved to play with Kel's small, wet penis.  Kel moaned softly as Gun pleasured both parts of his body simultaneously, the sensation so intense he felt lightheaded.

 

"Mmm, stop," he heard, and Kant stopped what he was doing. He lifted his wife down to sit close to him, pressing against his wet, moist opening as the hard object touched it.

It trembled and struggled even more.

 

"Ah..."

 

"Oh, my dear."

 

"Get up quickly. Are you ready to eat?"

 

"He's going to eat you. He's going to eat until you can't leave this room," Kel complied, his toes resting on his boyfriend's shoes. He stood on tiptoe, gripping the hot rod firmly, bending down and straightening to see if it was aligned with the entrance.

 

"That's it, ah."

The beautiful, colourful hole slowly swallowed the hard, erect dragon shaft. Kel's sweet face contorted with pain as the tight passage expanded. Kant gasped, holding Kel's smooth, white hips. When his lovely face turned back towards him, he immediately kissed him, knowing he wanted to relax and let their tongues intertwine for a while. Then, Kel began grinding against him and swaying his hips gracefully, creating an incredibly sexy scene.

 

"Ah, yes!"

The sensation intensified when Kant slipped his hand inside Kel's shirt and twisted and squeezed his nipples. Kel moaned incoherently and arched his chest in response. Below, the movements were rhythmic. The room's owner controlled the game. As the body moved more vigorously, the sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard. Gun rested his chin on the sloping shoulder before whispering.

 

"Want to enjoy the view?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, the chair on wheels could move in any direction he wanted. Kel was very surprised.

 

I quickly grabbed his strong arm for support, tensing my whole body for fear of losing my balance and falling headfirst.

 

"Ugh, that's dangerous," he said, playfully slapping his lover's arm.

 

"I want you to see nature," he said. They stood at the sliding door on the balcony, which offered a view of the clear sky. I still see tall buildings everywhere.

 

"Ah," Kel moaned in response as Gun thrust his hips upward in response.

 

"How about we try the balcony? No one will see us."

 

"Mmm," Kel nodded in agreement to everything offered. It was probably because his desires were so strong and he desperately wanted to release them. His slender hands...

Reaching out, Gun quickly helped the smaller person out.

 

"Hold on tight, because Kant is about to go all out."

 

"Ah, darling, it's... mmm." His strong hips slammed his manhood into him with such force, like someone who hadn't had sex in a long time, even though nothing had happened just one night, his slender legs trembled, and he almost collapsed.

 

"Ah, my love, we're getting married!"

 

"He's happy. Ah, yes, happy that you chose him."

 

"I love you," he whispered, then thrust his penis into his wife's beautiful hole, reaching climax together as usual. They had been communicating with each other through signals, and always when reaching the destination.

 

"Ah!"

 

"Mmm...oh yes."

 

"Hmm, you..."

 

Kant carried Kel back into the room before withdrawing his body. Since he hadn't used a condom, he had to bend down to clean the traces of their lovemaking.

 

He finished by spraying the whole room with disinfectant. He took his beloved wife to the bathroom to wash off the mess he'd left on him. Afterwards, he helped him get dressed, and they kissed passionately again and again, never getting enough. He wanted to do it all the time. It was such a wonderful anniversary, starting with a proposal that included an unexpected experience on the balcony – and a balcony from his office, no less!