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Two voices were arguing loudly inside Tine's head as he glanced at Sarawat's lips for the 100th time. One kept yelling a panicked "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" while the other is a frustrated "YOU'RE DATING FOR GOD'S SAKE!" No one's backing down and Tine threw his head back dramatically.
He was sitting on the floor of his own bedroom, on the space between the bed and the wall. His back was resting on the side of the mattress and his head hung back, staring at his cream-colored ceiling. On his lap, his silver laptop was open, showing a word document that was supposed to be his assignment due tomorrow. There's only one sentence written there. Tine hadn't made any progress since he was too busy stealing glances to the guy across him.
Sarawat was sitting on the floor just like Tine, but he had his back to the wall so they sat diagonally across each other. The IR major had his guitar on his lap, and he'd been strumming on its strings with such concentration, it's like nothing else existed but him and his music. Tine liked to see this Sarawat. It's a beautiful sight to see the one you love doing what they love.
But recently Tine's mind had been preoccupied with something less………….innocent.
Tine pulled his head and glared at his laptop screen, as if it's responsible to give him answer for his dilemma. Why does he keep wanting to kiss Sarawat? Okay, that's normal because they're dating now-- really dating and not pretending to keep Green away. And it's not like they hadn't kissed before. They did it a couple of times. But they were only pecks! Wouldn’t it be much more awesome if there’s some lip biting and tongue involved….
Tine's face felt like an overheated CPU. Hell, he’s not a prude who’s never watched a single clip of porn. This is ridiculous. WHY AM I ACTING LIKE AN INNOCENT TEENAGE GIRL.
“Oi.”
Tine’s brain faintly registered a voice but the noises in his head was too loud, he got disoriented for a minute. Once he regained composure, he looked up from his lap to see Sarawat staring at him.
“What are you thinking so loudly about, tua woon wai*,” his boyfriend asked with a judging look on his face. That proud bastard was probably internally mocking Tine for spacing out, ugh, but that look was… smoldering…. And those lips—OH SHIT.
Tine’s gaze wandered to Sarawat’s lips for the nth time and unfortunately for Tine, his boyfriend noticed. Tine briefly saw Sarawat raising his eyebrows before Tine averted his gaze back to his laptop, trying to act casual.
There’s a gentle thud of guitar being put down on the floor and soon Tine felt the empty space on his right be filled with Sarawat’s presence. The mattress squeaked a bit, probably from Sarawat leaning his back on it. Tine didn’t look to confirm, he just kept looking at his laptop screen and moving his fingers to type nonsense. He’ll probably have to rewrite his entire assignment later.
“Tua woon wai.”
“What.”
“Tine.”
“I’m busy.”
Sarawat didn’t respond for a while so Tine thought he had given up. But before Tine could let out a sigh of relief, Sarawat put his head between his face and the laptop, then gave him a peck on the lips.
After Sarawat pulled his head back, it took Tine a couple of seconds just to blink his eyes and register what happened.
“Wha—You—Why???” Tine finally burst out as he turned his head to look at Sarawat.
Sarawat looked back with a smug. “If you want it you could just say so.” Really, Tine wondered why he wanted to kiss this cocky asshole in the first place.
Correction, not kiss but make out.
“Not that…” Tine mumbled lowly, causing Sarawat to blink in confusion. Tine’s brain had a rare moment of brilliance as it told him to put aside his laptop on the floor first before grabbing Sarawat by the back of his neck and pulled their face together for another kiss.
Tine closed his eyes immediately as he was scared to see Sarawat’s expression. His focus was on their lips, how he tried to catch Sarawat’s lips between his, pressing his whole want and need into the softness.
The anxiety in Tine’s chest disappeared without a trace when he felt Sarawat responding to the enthusiastic movement of his lips with much passion. When Tine pushed he'd suck and vice versa. It just felt right . Like they were born to do this.
The peace inside Tine's heart was slightly disturbed when Sarawat's tongue entered his mouth. Tine gasped, moaned, and his whole body was on fire. He absolutely loved it.
Tine didn't know how but at some point they moved until Sarawat was lying with his back on the floor and Tine on top of him. Not a clue on how it happened. What Tine knew was how good it felt to have Sarawat caressing his hair, their lips molded together and bodies pressed close. Damn, he should've done this sooner.
The moment of bliss was interrupted by a series of knocking on the door. Sometimes it's a succession of low but quick knocks, other times it formed some kind of a melody. Clearly the person behind the door was messing around.
Tine pulled away from Sarawat with a groan (not a sexual groan, sadly). His palms touched the floor to push his upper body up.
"Leave it be." He heard his boyfriend said. Despite the very tempting words, Tine couldn't obey them.
"It's my friends. They won't shut up," he pouted as he stood up.
"Wait--"
Tine left his boyfriend on the floor and stomped off towards the door. As soon as he swung it open to the sight of his 4 friends, he blurted out on how busy he was with assignment (ehem) and urged them to state their business quick.
To his frustration, Tine’s friends spent a few seconds frozen on their spots and glancing at each other.
“I said I’m busy,” Tine hissed impatiently, to which Peuk replied with a snort.
“We can see that.”
Tine’s friends ended up not doing whatever they came here to do and just left Tine’s room with amused laugh. It’s actually what Tine wanted but… there’s something strange…
Closing the door behind him, Tine walked back towards the bed. Sarawat was now sitting on the edge of the mattress, twisting his neck so he could show Tine his smug smile. The back of Sarawat’s hair was a mess, similar to how it usually looked like when he just woke up. His green shirt was crinkled and the most eye-catching was how swollen his lips looked. Wow, how hard were they kissing to make them look like—
Oh shit.
Tine hurried to the bathroom and checked himself on the mirror.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
His boyfriend’s laughter that came after was the “I told you so” that Tine didn’t need to hear.
*****
What’s with the soccer team today? Tine frowned as he sat on a bench at the side of the field. They had been giving Tine weird looks since before the game started. All of them already knew that Tine was Sarawat’s boyfriend, and it’s not the first time that Tine had waited here during the game. So why?
It wasn’t until the break time that Tine found out the reason. The manager of the team, a girl from the second year, asked Tine for help to open a plastic bag. The bag was tied so tightly. Whoever did it must’ve not thought it through before tying it up. Since it was that hard, Tine decided to force it open by biting and ripping it apart.
“My Tine does wonders with his mouth.”
He heard Sarawat saying that with pride in his voice. Tine turned his face to see a smug on his boyfriend’s face.
Meanwhile Sarawat’s teammates started to gag.
“Ew!”
“Get lost, Ai Wat!”
“Stop rubbing it on us!”
Tine widened his eyes at the disgusted expressions of the soccer players. He didn’t do anything? What is this?
Later Man told him that Sarawat was flaunting the hickeys on his chest in the locker room earlier, bragging about his cute husband’s practice result. Tine’s face went so red, the soccer manager thought he was sick.
The hickeys from this afternoon!
Tine and Sarawat fooled around a bit and Tine was curious about hickeys. Sarawat gladly let his body be experimented by Tine and turned out that he had the audacity to show it off to his friends.
Embarrassed, Tine chased Sarawat around the field to demand for apology, but his boyfriend kept smiling widely as he ran.
Tine didn’t come to any soccer game for the next 2 weeks.
*****
“Kissing me is privilege, you know!” Tine huffed as he gave Sarawat with a challenging look. He had kindly offered the latter with a chance to kiss him and of course Sarawat would be honored, right?
Tine gripped his pants with his sweaty left palm, trying not to let his nervousness show. To be very honest, he’s the one being kiss-deprived. It was… One week? Two weeks? So many days without kissing, Tine didn’t really count but it felt like forever. Exam period reaaaaaally suckedddddddd. All Tine did was wake up, eat, study, test, sleep, repeat again. Tine felt like a living zombie.
He did see Sarawat during this busy period, but they were both so busy with studying that all they did was eat together and study in the same room. FRUSTRATION.
Tine could’ve asked for a kiss like any normal boyfriend would, but he’s still incapable of doing so without bashing his head to the wall in embarrassment, so “offering” was the best he could.
Sarawat blinked his sleep-deprived eyes at Tine before they glinted mischievously. His stride across the room was agonizingly slow, taunting. When the two of them were only one step apart, Tine closed his eyes.
The sensation that followed was not what Tine expected. It was a gentle touch to his forehead. Nice, but not what he was hoping for.
"Really?" Tine scrunched his forehead. "There?" He couldn't hide the pout in his voice and that made Sarawat laugh.
"There's another place I love to kiss," Sarawat smirked before leaning to Tine's left ear and whispering the words.
When Sarawat pulled his face away to look down, Tine automatically hugged his own chest with both hands.
"Why do you love them so much???"