Theory of Love

Special 1 The Bed Attack Mission

 

Mini special 1

To Fulfil a Big Task, Your Heart Must Be Ruthless

 

"Jaonaay's song was so popular recently. I'm also just as hot; I'm your Jao Kam Nai Wen ."

 

"Arrrrgh."

 

"No need to shriek. I know I'm handsome. Let's listen to the next song. Kon La Chan (evil)"

 

"I'm sitting here, looking at myself, listening to my song

 

Listening to the song of a person down here

I keep looking up, though I know it's impossible.

That you will ever notice me

 

You're up there, out of my reach, far away from someone like me.

I know there's no way, but I can't stop loving you no matter what I do.

 

We are in different leagues

What should I do to make you see me?

You are in a different league

I can only look at you from down here"

 

We really are in different leagues. Not by class, but where we sleep. My wifey sleeps on the bed while I... sleep on the floor. How cool is that?!

 

The atmosphere is so nice. I'm not in class or listening to music stupidly in my room, but I'm out here listening to live music with Bone. 

 

If you're wondering where Third and Too are. They're there at the theatre. It's my fault for watching that movie first, so we had to split today. Good thing Bone was free, or else I wouldn't've had a chance to groove to the rhythms like this.

 

"What the hell is Third watching?" He shouts over the music blasting inside the bar. We're sitting outdoors, but the sound of people having fun is still pretty noisy.

 

"It's an indie movie. The female lead decides to take the journey to find the eternal truth in the grove of puffball mushrooms."

 

"Ah, I watched it. The director is such an ass."

 

"Right, I warned him it was bad, but he didn't listen. He wanted to see for himself." 

 

Back when we were friends, my opinions were so impactful. Now? I don't even dare to open my mouth. I'm scared. I'm scared he'll smack my ears off. Third has the strength of an elephant. Even though things are pretty much the same since we started going out, a lot has changed unconsciously. 

 

It was mostly me who slowly came to see his scary side and felt increasingly intimidated by him each day. If any of my friends have a talisman that will give me the courage to talk back to my wifey, I'll be the one dashing to them and buying one. Mark my words.

 

We've been going out for over four months. It's going to be five in a week. How has our relationship been doing? We understand each other a hundred per cent. No cheating. Every day is blissful. No harassment from my exes. Plus, our friends regard us as the friend-to-lover idols. But who would know the inside story? 

 

When they asked me if I'd done it with my wifey, I could only give them a sly smile. The Truth? Urgh! I can't even touch him. It's a blessing that kissing is allowed. Those who know the truth and this painful inside story are my fellow Extremes. They've been helping me set the mood, preparing me since the first month we started dating, but I still haven't gotten some. Here's the problem: I don't have the courage to ask Third directly.

 

I know he'll be the one going through the most trouble. There are many steps, and I'm afraid tiredness will turn my wifey off. And after I tried to initiate the action many times and got no response from him, the little light of hope was put out in the blink of an eye. Believe me, Bone will bring up this topic at any minute.

 

"Want some?" My dear friend holds out a cigarette to me with his big hand. I remember it's the brand I always used when I smoked. Virginia Slims, I think it looks cool when I smoke it, but...

 

"I quit smoking. Third told me to."

 

"You don't have to do what he says."

 

"Then I'll get struck across my face. You're not the one being punished like I am."

 

He didn't force me to quit, just wanting me to cut down a bit since I tended to smoke a lot when I was stressed or drunk. I actually don't have to quit smoking, but since my wifey has mentioned it, I want to give it my best shot. I'm not scared of him at all.

 

"Why are you afraid of him that much? He's still a friend." Well, Bone...

 

"You can say it. Friends and lovers differ in status. Many things are the same, but not your feelings."

 

"You're head over heels in love with him, huh?"

 

"Um, I've never thought I'd have to experience something like this in my life. Is it karma from what I did to others?" I didn't know how to love, and I changed girlfriends more frequently than I changed my underwear, always pulling a hit-and-run on girls. 

 

Now that I'm finally in love with someone, I love him with all my heart. If Third leaves me one day, I'll definitely die. I won't be able to live on. We've shared our lives for so long that our feelings are more than just love.

 

"Seeing you like this, I'm scared of my future. We are both scumbags."

 

"No, you're much more of a dick than I am." 

 

I've stopped, but Bone still fucks around. To say the Extreme Gang has resigned from the thrones wouldn't be accurate because those two are still playing around. But Too is kinda strange lately, not enjoying fucking around as much as before. He said he didn't have time because he had a photography project or something. I suppose he's gonna go hunting without a break after he's finished his project.

 

"Then cheers to how much of a dick I am more than you are." He holds up his glass full of alcohol. I hold up mine as it's our tradition.

 

"Cheers!!!"

 

Clink!

 

Ever since Third had decided to go out with me, the whole Extreme Gang or the other gangs and I barely hung out together. I mostly chilled out at a bar, comfortably listening to live music. There were many pretty girls, but I didn't give a damn. And, as always, those I had met before and those who knew my reputation would come and greet me, asking for my number or a chance.

 

I wouldn't've missed it if it'd been before. I would've dragged four of them to have some steaming swinging party. But now? I have to cut them all off or else my love life will end. I'm not someone who gets many chances. If I fuck things up too many times, I'll definitely be dumped one day, so I don't want to risk doing anything that can tear us apart.

 

It's 11 p.m. My watch works as always. The singer on the stage is diligently doing his job. After a moment, we find familiar faces. Our two Comm Arts seniors walk through the crowd to greet us. I can't see their faces clearly in the moving lights, but when they come closer, I know...

 

"Khai, Bone, sneaking away from your wives to hang out?"

 

That damn Chen and his best friend, Un, walk to us with glasses in their hands. I guess they've been clinking glasses with people from the front table to the one in the corner.

 

"Alright, I'm the one to ask who snuck away from their wives. Come sit here." My dear friend invites those two to join us. Drinking with just the two of us isn't as fun as with more people. Even though one of them is my old enemy.

 

"Where are Third and Too?" After his ass touched a wooden chair, the bear-like human asks about those two who are watching the movie and probably complaining quietly.

 

"Watching a movie."

 

"Why didn't you tag along with your wife? You always cling to him." Un adds this time.

 

"Who clings to him? Never done that."

 

"I saw you liked the page 'The Bold Househusbands.' Awwwww, you're not scared of your wife at all. Haha."

 

This fucker saw me. Damn it.

 

"I just wanted to know what it was about. I thought it was about cooking."

 

"Oh, yeeeeeeeah?"

 

"Yes!"

 

"Just admit you're scared of your wife." If the booze isn't expensive, I'll pour it on Un's head til he chokes to death.

 

So what if I liked the Bold Househusbands fan page? I told you I'm not scared of my wifey. I just want to know how these guys spend their days. Plus, Third has never told me to do the laundry or iron clothes. He only made me clean the bathroom, ah....

 

"If you're here just to make fun of me, go the hell away."

 

"What da heeeeck? Why are you so touchy lately?" Still teasing me, this prick.

 

"You don't have to be embarrassed by the fact that you're trying to improve yourself for your wife." Chen goes back to being serious, talking and chugging down the booze joyfully. "My friends make fun of me about it."

 

"What's there to make fun of? I've been in a relationship with my girlfriend for a long time, but I'm still like a follower to her. People aren't together just for status, you know?"

 

"But they're together just for the status because he hasn't done it with his wifey." 

 

Bone! You fuuuuuck!

 

Silence falls upon us after the shocking news has been revealed. Soon, the laughter slowly roars up, roars up, until my table becomes the centre of attention in the bar.

 

"What the hell, Khai, my bro? A playboy like you hasn't made Third your wife? Oh my god, hahahahahahaha."

 

His laughter is long enough to be woven into a scarf.

 

"It's because I respect him."

 

"Do you? Hahahahaha." And he bursts out laughing because I don't know how long it is. I almost rest my feet on my forehead by the time he's collected himself. Well, I'm a bit afraid. I've never loved someone this much. I'm scared he won't feel okay.

 

I once thought of taking advantage of him while he was sleeping, but, fortunately, I caught myself first. If I'd forced myself on him, I wouldn't've had a chance to make up with him since we would've broken up by now.

 

"I'm being serious here."

 

"Listen to me, Khai." The bear-like senior reaches out his big hand to pat my shoulder with a stern face.

 

"Love is not only about sex. People are too attached to each other, you know. People are in a relationship because they want partners, someone to watch a movie, listen to music, spend their days together. They share happiness and comfort each other during hard times. That's pretty much it."

 

"So sex isn't important to you?"

 

"It is, dumbhead."

 

"Then why did you say all of thaaaaaaaaaat?"

 

"I just want you to know that sex is not that big of a deal. It's to add more sweetness and spice up your life. Did you forget that feeling?" 

 

Thinking back to when I often had one-night stands, sex was so important because it was fun and fulfilled my sexual needs. But I don't want the person I truly love to think I have those kinds of thoughts towards him. I'm afraid Third will think lowly of himself because of my past. Right! I used to fuck around. If I do it with him one day, will he feel terrible?

 

"I didn't forget it, but I fucked around too much that I don't want to mess things up with him."

 

You know... I've been building a beautiful world with my hands every day lately. Some days, I was unbearably horny, so I took two strong sleeping pills and slept away my horniness.

 

"I understand your worries, Khai," Un says this time. This is the first time I have seriously seen the goodwill reflected in his eyes.

 

"What should I do?"

 

"Have you asked Third about this? Didn't he decide to be in a relationship with you because he could accept who you are now as well as your past? Don't think for him."

 

"I agree with that." Bone, who's been listening quietly, supports this opinion.

 

"I want to talk and ask him about it, but I can't find the timing. It's two months past his birthday, and this is not festival season."

 

"You need to wait for a festival to fuck? Hilarious."

 

"I'm not like you. It'll be great if I'm off to a good start. But it's hard because I have to count from zero."

 

"Get him drunk and get it over with." Chen bursts out as if he's getting worked up, but what he said made me grin immediately.

 

"Why didn't I think about this before? Just get him a bit tipsy would be okay, right?"

 

"I was being sarcastic, you dumbshit!"

 

"It's a good idea. I like it."

 

"Seriously?"

 

"Seriously."

 

I'm putting everything aside because I'm gonna get Third drunk tonight. You damn wifey! I'm afraid you'll get attacked when you come back from the theatre. I'm excited just thinking about it. Woohoooooo!

 

I've gotten back to my room with three bottles of alcohol. Third always has a terrible hangover when he drinks booze, and it makes me feel bad, so I bought beer instead.

 

See how much I love and care about my wifey. After unlocking the door with my keycard and getting inside, I see the light in the living room has been turned off. I look up at the clock and find that it's past midnight. The last movie on the show always ends around this time, so do all the bars.

 

Third moved in two months ago as we'd decided. My condo has two bedrooms, but, thanks to Too's canniness, he suggested that I turn one into a storeroom, and so Third had no choice but to use the same bed as mine, which worked to my perverted benefit.

 

You know what? Things were supposed to be great, but it's been terrible since I had to bite the blanket to sleep every night. 

 

Hwoooo..haaaaa. I've been struggling. I won't let this go on anymore.

 

With that in mind, I step into the bedroom, thinking of asking my darling to have a drink and watch a movie together, but all I can see is darkness. There's a vague shadow covered by the blanket on my bed. I can't help but step closer to take a better look. 

 

The part of his face emerging from the blanket makes it clear that he's fast asleep. You shit! It's terrible enough that he went to sleep first, but he didn't even give me a call to ask when I was gonna come back, how drunk I was, or whom I hung out with. Why am I the only one getting all jittery?

 

Without a second thought, I fling myself down to the body lying on the bed full force. I hear the sound, 'ack,' before my darling bellows and puts all his strength into smacking my face nonstop.

 

"It hurts, you fucker! Waaaaaaaah."

 

"Why did you go to sleep first?" I lock his neck tightly, forcing him to answer like a kid.

 

"I was sleepy because the movie was boring, so I took a shower and went to sleep as soon as I'd come back."

 

"See? I told you. You didn't believe me."

 

"I wanted to see it with my own eyes."

 

"Believe me next time. I know what you like or dislike pretty well."

 

"Um, will you let go of me now?"

 

"No," I refuse with a straight face. It's hard to see clearly in the dark, but Third doesn't even open his eyes to look at me as if he's so damn sleepy. He's even talking to me with his eyes closed. I'm so done...

 

"You stink of alcohol. Can you go take a shower?"

 

"I bought beer. Come drink with me." There goes my plan!

 

"Nah, I want to sleep."

 

"But I bought it. What should I do?"

 

"Put it in the fridge. Don't be stupid." 

 

What great pain. Erm, darling, are we a couple or just friends messing with each other? Every word coming out of your mouth is either 'fucker' or 'stupid.' It's like I haven't evolved into a human being, so I have to let him insult me every day.

 

"I want someone to drink with me."

 

"Let's do it tomorrow. It's Saturday." He pushes me off and turns away. All right, I admit it's my mistake for wanting to make an attack late at night when everyone has gone to bed.

 

I console myself and walk out of the room. I grab a plastic bag full of beer from the table and put it in the fridge in resignation. When I go into the room to get a towel, I look at my wifey yearningly. I probably won't get to have fun with him tonight. I'm in such a low mood that I want to call my mom and ask for a tip to bring out the man in me, but she'll definitely strike back that I deserve it.

 

Whatever. Since I won't get to attack Third tonight, I'll take a shower and go to bed. As soon as I step out of the bathroom after taking a shower and putting on clothes, I see the soft, yellow light from the bedside lamp, even though the person under the blanket is asleep.

 

Third is always like this. He was worried that I might stumble and end up hurting myself, so he turned on the small light so that I could see the way. See? How can I not love him?

 

His cold attitude sometimes makes him look like he couldn't care less, but whatever he does is always for other people, for me, for his friends, for his family. Is he my wifey or a UNICEF staff member?

 

I walk straight to the person on the bed, crawl under the blanket, and pull the person asleep into a tight embrace. If I don't get to do him, I'll at least cuddle him. My darling smells soooo good. Ooooh!

 

"Lie down properly," Third says drowsily.

 

"I already did."

 

"Why didn't you dry your hair? I’ll hit you if you get sick."

"Hit with what?"

 

"My foot."

 

"I'm so scared."

 

"You're annoying." He pushes my face away with his hand, gets up, moves his feet down, and strides towards the closet. He rummages in it for a minute and comes back with a small towel.

 

"Get up. I'll dry your hair."

 

"That's nice." I obey without any objection. Even though he said he was sleepy, he still got up to do something that's not his job at all.

 

"How was tonight? Did you have fun drinking with Bone?"

 

"It was okay. I met Chen and Un there."

 

"What timing."

 

"We met by chance. Well, Third, can I ask you something?"

 

"Go ahead." He touches my head softly, not tickling at all, but that's not the point. The point is what I'm going to say to him.

 

"Have you ever felt disgusted with my bad past?" The hands drying my hair halt. Third pauses, but I'm scared, so I quickly add, "Like, with the way I fucked around. Are you disgusted?"

 

I look up, locking his eyes with mine, heart racing. The eyes, illuminated by the lamp, show no emotion. I sometimes think Third must've felt uneasy about this.

 

"It's not like everyone is pure before they meet their true loves."

 

And that answer strikes my heart like lightning. But you're pure, Third, while I'm so fucked up.

 

"Can you really take it? No, I mean, will there be a day when you think about my past?"

 

"Life moves on, you know. I don't keep bad memories in mind. You keep them as your lesson." 

 

He's like a mom counseling his son when he's heartbroken for the first time. I'm happy that someone accepts both my strengths and my flaws. Nobody's perfect, of course. I never want to go out with someone perfect. just want someone who understands and is ready to adjust and learn how to be together longer.

 

"Then, if I want to..." All the words in my head are suddenly all gone. I stop speaking and look up to study his reaction for a while before continuing, "Take a step forward with you, will you be okay about it?

 

Daaaaaamn, I said it. That was the first time I used such a beautiful sentence. Normally, when I wanted to hook up with someone, I either asked them straightforwardly or threw myself at them, unlike now.

 

"When I'm ready." What's the limit to that?

 

"When will you be ready?"

 

"Someday." What an infinite answer.

 

I've been consulting Too about this. Third is a human who doesn't value this kind of thing much. He's good at studying, loves his friends, and sucks at anything 18+.

 

Too once told me Third came to his room in the middle of the night to consult him about sexual stuff despite having zero chance with me at that time. He really loves me, purely and innocently. He's never thought about that stage until we have to face it.

 

"Can it be today?" I reach for the towel and throw it on the bed.

 

Third is stunned. I use this opportunity to push him down on the bed. This is similar to the love scenes in many movies. If I fall down and our lips touch, you can move the camera to the lamp.

 

"What the fuck are you doing?" He talked to me nicely just now, but now he's yelling at me.

 

"I don't know how long it'll take until you're ready. Shall we try it tonight?"

 

"Khai, you fucker!" He makes a fuss and kicks my dick. I'm not numb to the pain, you know. He knee jabs me, slapping my face 'til it's gone numb, so I put all my strength to lock him in place.

 

"I'm dating you to fill the part you've been missing. You should gladly take it."

 

"I'm not missing anything. I have everything I want."

 

"Me."

 

"The real me you've never seen before."

 

Thank Prestige (2006) for helping me come up with cool words to attack my wifey. Now I know what to do next.

 

I grab his hand and press it against the little Khai immediately. Thud! You're dead meat, Techaphon, because my love is at full erection, 

 

kyaaaaaaaaaa!

 

Mini special 2

To Fulfil a Big Task, Your Heart Must Be Shitty.

 

"No! Don't! I'm sleepy!"

 

We're still on the same bed in the same room with the same lamp. A few minutes have passed since that time. I've been struggling to make Third yield for quite a while now, but he doesn't seem to relent. His eyes are brimming with tears. If I don't let go of him, they'll flow out. I mean his tears, not something else.

 

"I won't hurt you. I'll do it as gently as I can." 

 

Cross my heart, I've never had vanilla sex before, but I’ll try to do it just for him. I have tons of experience with sex, so I know how to make Third feel good. Even though I've never had sex with guys, I'm not so stupid that I don't have a single clue.

 

"You're not prepared, Khai. How will it not hurt? What about a condom? We need protection, you know. And gel? Hey, it's not like we can just take a shower and do it," Third blabbers on and on even though he's trembling all over. He has my respect.

 

"It won't hurt because I'm prepared."

 

Not letting him get confused for long, I reach out my hand to pull a drawer where the lamp is placed. There are several condom boxes, bottles of lubricant gel from different brands, and painkillers for Third. How is it?

 

"Hee hee."

 

"Khai, you despicable."

 

"Hahahahahahaha." Sorry, but I've been prepared for a long time, since your birthday when I planned to eat you up two months ago. 

 

"Before they expire, let's use them now."

 

"Expire my ass!"

 

"Don't be rude. It's turning me on." Don't let him talk back. Now that there's a chance, I bite his mouth, making him moan continuously. My room is soundproof. No need to worry about people hearing us bombarding each other. Scream til you lose your voice.

 

"Um, You! Ummmm." I remember you're studying Comm Arts, so you're good at both the first and second languages, but I don't know when you learned the third language. It sounds incredibly melodious. 'Ah, ah, um, um.' 

 

What sexual sounds. I chew his tongue joyfully. It might not be a sweet kiss as I thought it'd be, but I assure you it's full of love. Our lips lock, and the angles of our faces leave no space between us. It makes my heart pound like it's about to burst. I feel the pang in my chest several times. The smell of his shower cream, the taste of his skin, and his soft moan responding to me are so fricking satisfying.

 

"I might ask lots of questions. Don't get annoyed, okay?" I tell him after pulling back. Normally, I didn't talk when I did it with someone else. I just pounded them. But, in this case, I need to ask about his satisfaction and find our common ground.

 

"Everything's gonna be okay. Do you trust me?" Besides actions, I might have to use comforting words in this kind of situation. Others would nod yieldingly, but Third...don't.

 

Okay, since I want Third's first time to be memorable, I will say some nice things to him, for example...

 

"I’ll pound you real hard if you don't trust me. I'll make you moan til you have laryngitis."

 

"Waaaaaah, I'll be mad at you."

 

"You won't be mad at me because we love each other, so we worked up!

 

I press my lips on his again as he grunts, at the same time grinding my body on his with only our clothes between us. I pin Third's wrists to the bed with my hands, pushing the tip of my tongue between his lips until he opens his mouth in surrender.

 

I can feel the person under me shaking, and my heart drops. I'm afraid my actions are scaring him, in contrast to my thoughts telling me to push forward. Even though he's trying to resist me as hard as he can, his body gets weakened after a while. 

 

I start loosening my grip on his wrists and cup his face, our lips never parting. I don't know how to describe this feeling. At one moment, I feel like I'm harsh, but in another, I have a tickling sensation travelling up my chest. Damn...I'm about to swallow him whole.

 

I tangle our tongues inside his mouth. Since he's inexperienced, I have to take the lead, gently guiding him along, though he's still a little awkward.

 

"It's okay. I'll teach you. Do you remember what I taught?" I comforted him as soon as I let him catch his breath.

 

"No, I don't."

 

"Kissing isn't hard. We've kissed many times."

 

"I don't know. My mind is all blank," he replies in a quavering voice. Under the dim light, I see his little teardrop roll down his flawless face. My heart goes soft at that sight.

 

"Just open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

 

"It looks weird, but you still make me do it."

 

"It's not weird. I'm waiting." Third hesitates, his face flushing red like he couldn't be more embarrassed. "There are only two of us. Don't be shy." He obeys after a moment. His awkwardness is so adorable. I quickly twine my tongue around his, caressing, fondling, arousing him until it feels like sparks are running through our bodies.

 

My hands cupping his face start moving down, taken over by my desire. I want to touch every inch of his body. I grab the top of his elastic waist pyjama pants with one hand as my other hand moves towards his back, pressing him closer into my embrace. I love and adore him so much.

 

Clear saliva dribbles down the corners of his mouth. I tilt my face a bit, licking every drop thirstily. His soft moan echoes in my ears. It sounds so good, but then I realise he can't breathe, so I unwillingly pull back, letting him free even though I don't want to.

 

But it's not that bad. I just move from his mouth to his neck and shoulders. leave marks everywhere my lips touch. Third must feel a bit hurt, but he doesn't only feel the pain; trust me. Because I'm good at this.

 

"Khai.." Third calls my name in panic when my hand on top of his pants start moving. I'm slowly pulling them off his legs as I'm diligently doing my job by kissing the flawless skin of his chest. I move my hand on his back up to unbutton his shirt at the same time.

 

I have a systematic plan when I'm serious. My right hand takes off his pants. My left hand unbuttons his shirt. My mouth kisses him all over. What a damn genius. You fucking genius!

 

Two buttons are undone, revealing his fair-skinned chest. I slowly drag my tongue over his smooth chest and nibble it, making him shudder. Third grits his teeth, trying not to let out a sound as best he can. Seeing him like this, I take pity on him and.. Do the same thing on the other side of his chest to make him cry out more.

 

"Ahhhhhh, that's enough."

 

How can this be enough when it's just the beginning? I need a little more time before taking a step forward.

 

The pants are off now. I guess Third hasn't noticed it since his mind is focusing on me nibbling his chest. He digs his nails into the bedsheet, wrinkling it. He closes his mouth, all swollen from the kiss, to stifle his moan, but he still can't hide his feelings, and so he squirms as a response. The more painful his expression is, and the harder his body responds, the crazier I'm feeling.

 

"Ah.." He lets out a moan when I drag my tongue down from his chest to his flat stomach as I undo the rest of the buttons, revealing his fair, ruddy skin.

 

"Turn off the light. Waaaaah, turn off the light."

 

"Why? I want to look at your face." It's good enough that I don't turn on the ceiling light.

 

"You see my face every day. Aren't you bored with it?"

 

"It's different."

 

"How differ-..Ah!" A whimper slips out as he's talking back to me after I ripped the rest of his clothes off his body. It's totally different because I can never see his arousing face in a normal situation. Realising he can't fight against my reckless actions, he buries his face into a pillow. He's hiding his face to shield himself from me.

 

I don't pester him to look at me and focus on his beautiful legs instead. I try my best to lift his legs, but his little resistance doesn't let me do what I want.

 

"Third, put your legs up."

 

"No." He doesn't obey and even pulls his legs closer.

 

If he doesn't want to, then I won't pressure him. I use this time to undress myself, doing it slowly, no rushing, all the while watching the reaction of the person digging his nails into the bedsheet. He keeps his big eyes shut, not even glancing at me. But now, he opens his eyes slightly as if wondering why I'm not doing anything yet. That's fricking cute. He's been cute for a long time, but I was too blind to notice it and almost lost it forever.

 

"Are you longing for me?" I ask jokingly when our eyes meet.

 

"Longing my ass. Can we do it another night?"

 

"Alright, we've gone this far. Look at my little Khai." Third takes a look at it before his eyes widen. He quickly raises his foot to kick it, but I'm onto him and grab one of his ankles.

 

"Let me go! Let go!" I'd be so stupid If I obeyed. To take a step forward, there must be a time when we fight. I tilt my face down to lick his clean foot, making him shudder and resist me even more.

 

"Khai, don't do this."

 

"It's okay. Just go along with me."

 

"It's dirty," he whimpers. "It's dirty."

 

"It's not." I drag my tongue from his foot down his calf, nibbling, biting towards the middle of his body. Third closes his legs tightly, so I have to pull one of his legs up before pressing my lips on the inner part of his thigh, leaving marks and bruises as a memento.

 

The tease hasn't ended just yet since I want him to feel better than he does right now and to forget the embarrassment that's blocking us like a wall.

 

"I'll help you. My mouth or my hand?" I'm merciful enough since I ask him straightforwardly.

 

"No."

 

"Then I'll choose for you. One two.."

 

"H..Hand."

 

"Yours or mine?"

 

"Waaaah, Khai, you shithole!" He keeps cussing at me. I chuckle but still listen to him attentively. There's no rush because we have all night, though my son is rock hard for quite some time now. Goddamnit!

 

"Hurry up, or I'll choose for you. Then.."

 

"Y.. Yours."

 

"What? I can't hear you at all."

 

"When will you stop messing with me? I said your hand." He's gotten red down to his neck as he said that. That's it! I feel bad for him, so I don't say anything more. Since it's my darling's request, I grab the centre of his body to satisfy his needs with all my heart. He bites his swollen lips so hard that they almost bruise. His thighs are trembling, but he doesn't resist me anymore.

 

I reach out my free hand to hold him tightly to comfort him. Leave all the trouble to me. Don't worry about anything...

 

I start fondling his most sensitive part by clasping his centre and slowly stroking it up and down. I've just started, but it makes him moan like he's losing his mind.

 

"Breathe in deeply. It'll feel good."

 

"Good my ass."

 

He's getting fierce. All right, I'll be fierce as well, then. I speed up my hand faster and faster. The pressure from my hand makes Third wriggle like crazy. He bends his back up to feel my touch in agony. His expression and his erotic cry arouse me to speed up my hand even more. My palm rubs his centre so hard that it's burning. He's getting harder to my touch, and the clear fluid starts to brim at the tip.

 

"Ah..!" I rub my thumb against his tip lightly. Tears start rolling down his blushing face. He looks at me with pleading eyes. After a few moments, his reaction starts getting more intense.

 

"Khai, I can't take it anymore. Ah!" The voice begging me fades away down his throat. He buries his pretty face into the pillow as I speed up until he twitches a few times before letting it out.

 

I hear everything, even the sound of him panting wearily. His body goes limp. He doesn't even have the strength to lift his knees. I lean down and kiss his forehead gently, loosening our tightly clasped hands to wipe the fluid spurting on his stomach and thighs. It's just enough to make my fingers slippery, which is a good first step.

 

"Khai, what are you doing?"

 

"Shhhh, there's nothing to be afraid of. You and I just need to start." I circle my finger gently around his back entrance, then I decide to push my index finger in, just a little, but it makes Third twitch so hard with sensual pleasures on the bed

 

"I'm...scared. I'm so scared."

 

"We'll get through this together, won't we? Just trust me." I told you there's no rush tonight. We can do it slowly.

 

"Give me your hand. It'll be better." Third holds out his left hand to me obediently. I clasp his hand tightly like usual and start adjusting my position.

 

I start by sliding my legs under his knee joints, making his thing spring up a little. Our bodies aren't too close to each other. Of course, there's some space left for us to get ready.

 

"Breathe in deeply. I'm gonna keep asking you."

 

"L"

 

"What?" I tilt my head, looking at his blushing face. He keeps mumbling.

 

"Cleaned myself."

 

"Right, you took a shower."

 

"N..No, I mean, why do you have to make me say it?" My wifey looks like he's about to cry. I've just realised what he meant by cleaning. How many nights has he prepared himself? If I'd known he was this ready, I would've done it ages ago, and I wouldn't have had to build a beautiful world with my hands for this long.

 

"Who taught you?"

 

"Too...did some research for me."

 

"That's adorable, both you and Too. So, you're ready."

 

"No...I'm...not ready."

 

"You are. Let's continue."

 

After saying that, I push my finger in again. The slender figure on my lap tenses up. I have to use quite a bit of strength to push through. It's gone in just a little, not far at all, but he's already wriggling in panic.

 

His inside squeezes my finger so hard it can't move. I don't even want to think about how hard it will be after this. Right now, it's so damn hard to push in any further, but I can't take it out either. It's so stiff that I need to ask him to cooperate. No matter how good you are, this part can make you flop.

 

"Third, relax. You're squeezing me too hard."

 

"I've...relaxed."

 

"Relax more. Breathe in deeply. You're tensing up so much that I can't move."

 

"It doesn't feel okay. It's weirdly tight."

 

"Does it hurt?" He shakes his face on the pillow as an answer.

 

I feel relieved, but not too much, as I still can't move myself further inside.

 

"Let go of my hand for now. You need to be more lubricated." He closed his eyes, so I let go of his hand and lean forward to grab a bottle of lubricant gel. I pour a lot on my palm and apply it to his back entrance. The gel's coolness makes him shudder, but he calms down shortly after. I start over from zero, praying silently that I won't be too harsh on him. Third must not be hurt by something like this, so I need to cherish him as best as I can. It's soaking wet. I push my finger in again. The person under me still tenses up. I go only halfway in and have to stop again.

 

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

 

He sobs, "A little."

 

"Relax more. I'll push in slowly...Relax, okay?" 

 

As I say that, I knead his hip with my free hand to make him feel more comfortable. It seems to work. My finger goes deeper until it's all the way in. It's squeezing my finger so tightly that it feels like it will break. I can't imagine that if I put my thing inside, it will break in half? I'm just wondering, but, you know, I kind of feel good about it, too.

 

"Are you okay?" I told you I'd ask a lot, and I'll keep asking about how he's feeling

 

"O… Okay."

 

"I’ll start moving now. Keep relaxing like this." 

 

He nods, his face flushing red. Tears roll down from his eyes, looking so pitiful, but it strangely turns me on.

 

I start pulling back my finger that's sinking deep inside until it's almost completely removed, then I push it back inside, making him shudder. He clenches his teeth, shaking his head.

 

"Third, look at me. Don't look down there." I stop him from looking down because I don't want him to focus on the pain too much. "Are you okay? Does it still hurt this way?"

 

"It's tight."

 

"You're doing great. You're doing really well." I told you that when I had sex, I never talked or explained or asked about what the others were feeling. It was every man for himself. We banged and split. But, with Third, I'm so fricking calm that I even found it strange myself.

 

It's taking quite some time to open the way. I pull my finger in and out several times until it starts loosening. Third eases up quite a bit, so I use this chance to add another finger.

 

The moment when I start pushing it inside is the problem. Since the entrance will stretch, the owner of the body will feel it the moment the second finger touches the skin and slides in.

 

"Khai, urgh!" He cries out so hard that I feel sorry for him. He tries to break away from my touch, but I push him down and keep sliding my finger until it's all the way in. His tears keep flowing. A loud cry coming out of his pretty mouth echoes through the room. His face twists in pain

 

Both of his hands crumple the bedsheet. I want to stop, but I also want to get it through, so I keep asking the same question even though my heart is extremely restless.

 

"It's gone all the way in. Are you okay right now?"

 

"No."

 

"Does it hurt so much?"

 

"It hurts, and tight." He looks like a kid telling on someone. So adorable.

 

"Can you bear with it?"

 

Third goes quiet, thinking, then nods as an answer, as usual. Bear with it as best you can. I also try my best. I stir my fingers inside to find the G-spot. Can you believe that it takes only a few seconds to make Third squeal?

 

Not bad. I mean, my skill is not bad. Why am I so good at this?

 

I use this opportunity to move my fingers in and out of this tightness, even though I used the lubricant gel quite a lot. And now, I'm desperately trying to calm down and slide in the third finger.

 

"Khai, it hurts." He's crying. "It really hurts this time."

 

"Spread your legs more. Please help me do  this." The person under me obeys even when he's crying until there's no tear left. He slowly spreads his shaking legs. His stomach tenses up so much it almost gets a cramp. He's shockingly short of breath. I grit my teeth and push the finger in, but I have to stop halfway because he's closed up, not cooperating with me as much as he should.

 

Actually, I can just thrust my finger in fully, but it'll probably hurt him a lot. I won't do it. I feel so sorry for my wifey that I'm about to cry with him. It's good that his back entrance doesn't tear. I decided to remove my fingers and use more gel, and Third now cooperates with me (a little).

 

"Give me your hand. You're doing great. Just a bit more." I don't know if it's because of these comforting words or our clasped hands that make this step go more smoothly this time. I move my three fingers in and out until his muscle relaxes and is ready for my rock-hard part.

 

Now… give me a second to unwrap a condom. I use a condom since I don't want him to feel uncomfortable, plus I'm worried about cleanliness and stuff. I rip the wrap with one hand and my mouth. Oooooh, that's fricking cool. But I'm cool for only a moment since I probably can't put on the condom with one hand. I have to let go of my wifey's hand to put the condom on properly.

 

Now that everything's all set, it's time to slaughter the chicken. I lift his thighs and position myself in the middle, trying to press my thing against his back entrance. I look up at the person sobbing on the bed. Seeing him like this, I can't help but kiss away his tears before turning my attention to get ready again by applying more gel on the entrance.

 

"It'll hurt a little, but it'll get better."

 

"You're lying."

 

"I'm not. It'll be fine. Trust me." I've lost count of how many times I've told him to trust me, but if it can get Third to go along with me, I'll do it again.

 

I grab his waist tightly, clench my teeth, and slowly push it in as his moan is getting louder. The tightness from the way I've pushed it in almost drives me crazy. It's so tight that I feel like I'm about to burst. His inside is so hot that I get goosebumps, though it only went in a little.

 

"Urgh, it hurts! Khai, it hurts." He keeps crying. He keeps protesting in a trembling voice. His body struggles to break free from the pain, but I hold him in place and comfort him with the same old words.

 

"Relax, Third. Don't move now. It'll hurt more if it tears." He goes quiet immediately. The only sound he's making is a whimper.

 

"You're good. I'll go in slowly." I'm sweating a lot despite the AC.

 

"Ahhhh, do do it gently. Ahhhhh." My thing slowly sinks deep inside. It's not easy to get through this tightness. I have to grit my teeth, restraining myself from thrusting it in too fast, all the while asking the person taking it in about how he's feeling

 

"Are you okay now?"

 

He sobs. "It hurts." His expression is so painful that my heart throbs.

 

"Then, I'll go slower. Don't tense up," I say, but, damn, I'm curling my toes so tightly right now. I put my arms under his knee joints and grind my teeth so hard. I don't know how long it takes, but I've finally pushed it all the way inside Third. I breathe out in relief after that. Our bodies are completely connected. And Third's back entrance doesn't tear or bleed. It's only swollen because he's taking me all in. 

 

He looks at where we're connected with his big eyes. I give him a smile, leaning down until every part of our bodies presses close, then I gently lift his back a little bit. I kiss his cute lips as a thank-you, since we're going to face a lot together from this moment on.

 

"How are you feeling now?" I ask and move my face to nuzzle his adorable, red ear.

 

"Uncomfortable, tight, and hurt."

 

"Does it feel good?"

 

"N..No."

 

"You will, but you have to help me."

 

"How?"

 

"Just hug me, like you used to do." Without hesitation, Third reaches out his tired arms in a second and wraps them around me until there's no space left between our bodies.

 

My body fills the space between his spreading legs. I kiss his lips several times, then I slip my tongue into his mouth to share the sweetness. Plus, it will make him feel good and divert his attention.

 

"Hck!" He gasps when I start pulling back slowly... little by little. Good thing we used gel, so now I can move pretty smoothly.

 

I don't want to rush and end it fast. I want to cherish this moment, going through it slowly, holding Third in my embrace, kissing him, reminding him that he's the most precious thing to me.

 

"Feel good?"

 

"It hurts like I'm about to die."

 

"Haha, but you're squeezing me like crazy." I almost lost control of myself when I pushed it through the tightness. I almost let it all out right at that moment.

 

Listening to his moan and sobs, I miserably wanted to mess him up. But this is his first time. I don't want to just thrust it inside his body and get it over with. Instead, I'm pushing it in, pulling it out slowly, and pushing it back in over and over again until he adjusts to it.

 

"Aa..Ah..Ahhhh." He raises his hip a little when I hit his G-spot. Even though everything moves slowly, this is the moment I like most and feel happiest. Third feels the same, judging from his expression and his moan that doesn't sound in pain like before.

 

"Does it feel good?" I repeat the question.

 

"..."

 

"Third, answer me. I need to know what to do."

 

"It feels good, ah," he replies, panting. I kiss his forehead to thank him. "Can I do it faster, then?"

 

"Faster than this?" He frowns, biting his lips in fear.

 

"We'll take our time. I won't hurt you." No response, but judging from his reaction, I know I got his permission to take the next step. 

 

Sweat drips from our bodies; so does the pleasure. When I sink deep inside him and pull out, it feels fricking amazing. It feels like electricity's running through our connected bodies. Third's body moves up and down, responding to the roughness as I move slowly and then faster.

 

The softness I feel is heavenly. It's hot inside but also alluring, luring me in. Even though he didn't cooperate with me at first, his body tensing up and unable to move comfortably or see the way through, it's totally different now. No matter how much he's shaking, the way he's reacting puts a smile on my face.

 

It happens naturally. When he lets out a moan through his parted lips, my heart pounds so hard that it's about to split into bits.

 

"It feels so good, right?"

 

"Mmmmmm."

 

I speed up with all my strength, pounding him so hard he's shaking, crying out indecipherable words. Blood rushes through my body. It's full of pleasure, sensuality, and greed. 

 

I concentrate on my movement until I can control my speed. I pull it out when I'm satisfied. The place I once filled in is right in front of me. I scoop the drowsy person up and turn him over on the pillow. He bends down on his knees, exposing his back entrance to the eyes.

 

"I'm going in. Don't be scared."

 

"Aa...Ahhhhh." I kneel down and put it inside him again. The swollen entrance is as tight as ever. Third screams at the top of his lungs before I slide it all the way in, easier than the first time.

 

I start moving my hips, pushing inside the softness with all my strength. He buries his face into the pillow, moaning in a quivering voice as I'm pounding him and speeding up until I almost lose my breath. He clenches his fists after I let go of his hands. I don't want him to get any more bruises, so I reach out for his hands and place them on his round hips. This position intensifies the sensual pleasure, arousing me to the point that I speed up nonstop.

 

"Aa...Khai...Ahhhhh." My movement hits his G-spot so many times. I sink deep inside him. The sound of the banging is so lewd. But it sounds like the most beautiful melody to me, especially when I struggle to push it in and pull out, it's so sweet that I don't know how to explain it. I lean down and plant my kisses on Third's smooth back, leaving several marks to brand him as mine while my body never stops moving

 

"Third, look at me." I press his hips down to the bed and turn his limp body over on his back again with our parts still connected.

 

His face dripping with tears, his swollen lips, his longing eyes, and his blushing cheeks draw my full attention.

 

"How are you feeling?" I'm fucking crazy, but I still want to know.

 

"Weird."

 

"Is it tight?"

 

"Um."

 

"Are you uncomfortable?" He nods, so I keep asking, "Does it hurt much?"

 

"Um."

 

"..."

 

"But it also feels good."

 

Fuck! I'm so happy. We've united our bodies, connecting our feelings as if we've become one person. I continue moving in and out of Third's back entrance. It's full of emotions this time. I can sense that this is a good thing that has happened tonight. The person under me shivers. The sensitive wall I'm rubbing in and out tenses and squeezes me so tightly it hurts.

 

"Khai."

 

"Third...Ummmm...Third..."

 

I hug him tightly, persistently pounding him. I can only feel the emptiness and how my body moves automatically. It speeds up as he lets out a sweet moan. At that second, every part of our bodies joins together. I feel like  something is about to shoot out, so I pull it

out real quick and take off my condom immediately.

 

The hotness bursts out within a second after that. It spurts on the smooth stomach of the person lying feebly on the bed. The firework in my head starts fading away from my thought, and the vision ablaze with lights has its colours back again. Our first time, it's so damn special.

 

I'm so fricking happy just hearing Third is happy. I promise I'll take good care of him. 

 

To my fellow Extremes who are always teasing me, I'm not sucky anymore; I have officially made him my wife. I have to take good care of this wife, or else...I’ll be the most stupid person, as my friends always call me, 

 

“Third. I'm so fricking happy."

 

“Umn, but it hurts."

“I’ll take care of you if it hurts. Anyway..Can we do it one more time?"

 

“One more what? Aa..Khai, ahhhhhhhh!"

 

It’s gonna be a long night. Cheer up, everyone. Cheer up with Khai and Third. 

 

END