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Peach had learnt early on that his boyfriend was, quite simply, insatiable.
It didn't matter if they'd just spent the last two hours tangled together, it didn't matter that their bodies were still painted with faint blossoms or that their lips were swollen. The moment Peach tried to put even an arm's length of distance between them, Thee would find a way to close it.
Sometimes Thee would just pull him straight into his lap without warning, or lean in to steal another kiss like he couldn't help himself.
He was as clingy as a puppy, constantly seeking intimacy. Peach suspected it came from Thee's early years of betrayal, being starved for real connections and affection.
Maybe this was compensation, this constant need to touch and be touched. For Thee, it was never enough. He wanted Peach every single day, every moment they had together.
Peach wouldn't admit it, but he was just as far gone. No one had ever wanted him like this before. He had never had someone who wanted him this intensely, who looked at him like he hung the moon. The attention, the love, the way Thee's eyes would track him across a room, Peach was growing addicted to all of it. He craved it now, the same way Thee did.
Even that jealous streak of Thee's, that possessive edge that flared up whenever someone looked at Peach too long, was starting to rub off on him.
Because Thee was devastatingly handsome. Those smoky gray eyes alone could stop someone in their tracks, and the rest of him? Ethereal didn't even begin to cover it. Having a boyfriend who looked like that was like leaving a piece of meat out in the open and expecting vultures not to circle.
Tonight's event tested that patience.
Everyone there knew the situation. It was well-established that Thee was with Peach. His official partner. His boyfriend. Yet it didn't stop people from trying. Peach had watched them all night angling for his attention like he wasn't standing right there beside him.
It left a sour, bitter taste in his mouth.
However, the idea of possessing someone entirely, someone coveted by everyone else, stirred in Peach a strange, aching sense of desire.
After the event ended they settled into the limo, the partition separating them from Mok, Thee's assistant, and the driver. Thee loosened his tie and leaned back against the seat, but Peach seemed restless. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that worked.
Thee noticed immediately. "What is it, my love?" he asked, voice soft with concern.
"Nothing," Peach said quickly, brushing it off.
But Thee's eyes had already dropped to where Peach was trying to hide his reaction to the night's events. A knowing look crossed his face.
Thee smirked, sliding his hand over Peach’s thigh until it pressed firmly against the bulge straining beneath his trousers.
“You are so hard right now.” Thee spoke up with a glint of amusement in his voice.
Peach gasped, his eyes snapping wide. “Khun Thee! We are in the middle of the streets! Stop it.”
Thee let out a low chuckle, his thumb rubbing over the hardness beneath the fabric. “It’s okay my little one, no one can see us. It’s just you and me.”
Peach shivered, torn between rationality and need, but Thee didn’t give him any room to argue. In one smooth pull, Thee tugged him forward, sliding Peach onto his lap.
Peach’s breath stuttered as Thee’s hands pushed at his waistband, dragging trousers and briefs down in one smooth move until his bare skin pressed hot against Thee’s suit.
How much reluctance could one show when their cock was pulsing unbearably, demanding release?
Butt naked, perched across his thighs, Peach let out a whispered scream “Kian!!”
It was all for a show.
“Beautiful,” Thee murmured as his hand wrapped firmly around Peach’s cock, thumb smearing across the wetness that was already dripping down the length.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He murmured, thumb pressing against the sensitive head.
Peach’s voice caught in a long, strained moan and Thee smiled, tugging his hand back slightly to let the tension build.
Thee pulled his hand back, lifting his fingers slick with pre-cum to Peach’s lips. “Open.”
Peach obeyed, parting his lips as Thee slid his fingers past them, pressing against his tongue until Peach sucked, helpless, tasting himself as Thee watched with a hungry gleam.
After he was satisfied, Thee pulled free and his fingers trailed lower, cupping Peach’s ass. He then parted his cheeks and let his fingers slip and slide along the moist heat.
Thee circled the rim, pressing lightly against the anticipating pulsing ring of muscle until Peach shivered and gripped his arms.
“Nmhhg,” Peach let out a muffled moan, his face pressed against the crook of Thee’s neck.
Thee slowly slid one finger in letting Peach adjust to the intrusion. Peach gasped, clenching around him. Another two fingers followed, stretching him, teasing until Peach writhed, his body unable to stay still.
He kept one hand pressed against Peach’s ass, steadying him, while curling his fingers to hit that perfect, pulsing spot inside.
Outside, the limo slowed, approaching a red light. Peach’s eyes flicked toward the tinted windows, catching blurred shapes waiting impatiently for the light to change. For one harrowing moment, Peach imagined people on the sidewalks turning their heads, peering in. The thought that someone could see them sent a shiver of both fear and thrill down his spine.
Mok probably knew exactly what was happening and was used to it. That made Peach stiffen slightly, a flash of panic mingled with heat.
Exactly how many times had Thee done this before?
But before he could dwell on it for too long, a sharp, helpless moan escaped him. Peach’s hands flew to Thee’s shoulders, gripping him, biting down instinctively on the tender skin of his neck to suppress the sound. But Thee only pressed harder, chasing the tremors building inside Peach.
“Shh.. you need to be quiet, baby.” Thee kissed the corner of his jaw, hot breath ghosting against his ear.
Peach glanced up, catching Thee's gaze, and realized Thee wasn't the least bit concerned about who might see them. There was something extremely possessive and unguarded in those smoky gray eyes and that made Peach's breath catch. Thee looked almost satisfied, like the idea of someone glimpsing Peach becoming completely undone because of him was exactly what he wanted. He was clearly enjoying this.
Thee’s pace quickened, his fingers, now knuckle deep inside Peach were thrusting and curling in a rhythm. The wet sounds filled the tight space, matched only by Peach’s broken whimpers.
By this point Peach’s untouched cock was throbbing and leaking all over his abs desperate for release. It weirdly looked like it was crying in need of attention.
“Kian.. I.. fuck!!” Peach clung tighter, his hips jerking against the rhythm, chaising that building climax. His thighs clamping shut against Thee’s wrist when he brushed that sweet little pulsing spot inside him again and again.
Thee watched,completely entranced, leaning back just enough to see Peach unravel. His tie was crooked, hair disheveled, biting down on every sound that tried to escape him.
"You look so fucking gorgeous like this."
The words sent Peach over the edge. His whole body seized, shuddering violently as his release spilled across Thee’s chest, streaking his suit.
Peach came undone from nothing but Thee’s fingers.
Thee slipped his fingers free leaving Peach feeling suddenly empty, his hole pulsing over nothing.
Thee then pressed a gentle kiss to Peach’s temple and then reached smoothly into his jacket pocket to take out a crisp white handkerchief.
He wiped Peach clean before tending to his own suit, unbothered, like this was just how things went. After folding the cloth away, Thee cupped Peach's face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Perfect."
Peach, flushed and trembling, could only bury his face against him, grateful for the dark glass that kept their world hidden.