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“When you’re ready to tell it, you can tell me then. I’ll be right here waiting.”
These words shouldn’t have had the effect it had on Singha. And yet, it had been his undoing.
Watching Thup fight regular ghosts was already worrisome enough, but seeing him with that blank stare, the same one Maysa had had all these years ago… It had been too much for Singha. He couldn’t let the boy sleep downstairs in his little tent, he needed to have him close, to know he was safe with him. He knew he was already too involved with him, but he couldn’t help it. Thup was his priority.
The temple boy had seen how in his head he was. He couldn’t stop seeing the scene on repeat in his head. The way Thup had walked off, completely possessed, how Singha had called his name over and over again without a single reaction from the boy, how he had tried to physically stop him but Thup hadn’t responded for so long. It had been the most terrifying experience in his life. He tried telling Thup what it meant for him, to see him like that, because he knew Thup always wanted to know more about him, but he couldn’t. The words were too hard, it hurt too much still, even after all these years.
And Thup just said that. “I’ll be right here waiting”. So casually, as if it was the most natural thing to say at this moment, meanwhile it made Singha’s heart clench. How he had craved for this, for someone to just… Wait for him. Wait for him to get there, to be comfortable enough to open up, without the other person running away in the meantime. Thup was just there, side-hugging him, comforting him even though he didn’t know the story behind Singha’s state of mind. The artist had been the one possessed, the one that almost walked off to his death, and yet he was the one comforting him. His puppy demeanor may have trumped a lot of people, but even in the short time Singha had got to know him, he knew the temple boy was one of the strongest people he knew.
Singha needed to thank him. He needed to express, one way or another, how much it meant to him. So he went for a real hug. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy, feeling the hug reciprocated on his back, and just said “thanks”. Singha had never been eloquent, he didn’t have a way with words like Thup, didn’t know how to express everything he meant like him, so he hoped the boy would understand. But then he felt Thup’s arms wrap around him, his hand casually stroking his back, as if this hug was still about comforting Singha and not thanking him.
Singha wanted to sink in him. It shouldn’t, but it felt so good to feel Thup’s body close to him, around him. Singha may be stunted and a little dense at times, but even he could admit it, at least to himself.
So when they detangled, and Thup’s face was so close to his, and Thup’s eyes were so wide while looking at him, with all the hope and affection in the world, Singha couldn’t resist. He knew he shouldn’t give in, but right now, he felt too raw with emotions, and Thup was there, and he was beautiful, he was so beautiful, and he was waiting for him, and Singha wanted this. Wanted him. But he didn’t know how to do it, how to lean in, how to make the first move, he was 35 and yet the temple boy made him feel like a blushing schoolgirl in front of her crush. So he just stayed there, and he looked at him with all the desire he felt for him, parting his lips, hoping the artist would try to kiss him like last time, only this time Singha wouldn’t push him away.
Somehow, Thup understood. How did this boy understand everything about him without him ever needing to say a word, he didn’t know. But Thup understood, because he leaned in, ever so slowly, giving him the time to stop him if he wanted. Singha didn’t want to. When their lips were barely a centimeter apart, the inspector closed his eyes, and he swore his heart stopped beating altogether. He felt Thup’s lips close around his upper one, and he closed his around Thup’s bottom one, and time stopped. The world stopped turning, everything stopped, and Singha felt his whole body electrify. The boy’s lips were so soft against his, he wanted to melt in it, taste it again, and that’s exactly what he did. Once, twice, before they parted just enough to look at each other. Singha couldn’t help but smile dumbly, overcome with emotions and excitement and that sweet feeling of “finally”. Luckily, Thup smiled the same way back, before coming back to kiss… His nose.
That was new. Nobody kissed his nose before. But it was so sweet and soft, full of reverence, as if his body was precious, something sacred to care for and be gentle with. No one had ever treated him and his body this way. Such a little simple kiss on the nose shouldn’t make his whole body shake with feelings and yet it was exactly what happened.
Singha watched Thup smile at him again before going back for his lips, with more intent this time since he knew he wouldn’t be pushed away now. Singha should scoff at the boy’s confidence but right now he didn’t care. He just wanted to feel his lips against his again, wanted to feel his body closer. It had been so long since he last had kissed someone, and with King it had never been like that, never with this kind of emotions in it. Singha felt like he was discovering how to kiss for the first time again. He brought his hand to his neck, molding the boy to him, exploring his mouth softly. The kiss grew heavier, more passionate and yet still sweet, and Singha didn’t think, just started peeling his tank top off, Thup’s hands helping him. They barely separated, long enough to get his shirt all the way off, only to crash into each other again. It felt too good. Singha wanted this moment to never stop, he never wanted to stop kissing this boy. He could die like this, just slowly making out with Thup, and he would die happy.
Thup wanted more though. The boy started devouring his mouth, his tongue probing his teeth to let it enter. It was clumsy and too hard but Singha didn’t even dislike it, just found it endearing and somehow hot in its innocent way. The inspector was no fool, he had understood the artist was hungry for him for quite some time now, and he would lie if he said it didn’t do things to him, but he couldn’t go there with him, not yet.
Before Thup started to actually eat him, Singha stopped him by putting his thumb on his lips, slightly pushing him off. He opened his eyes, ready to tell the boy to calm down, only to see him stare back at him, a dazed look on his face, pupils wide with desire, his own thumb dragging his bottom lip down and… Fuck, this was hot. Singha was ready to give in right there and then, but he couldn’t. It was already bad enough they kissed, he couldn’t let them go all the way. He told Thup so, how he was his witness and they couldn’t get involved more, but seeing Thup look at him with so much desire, he wasn’t sure he was really convincing.
Apparently, he wasn’t. Singha was holding off Thup’s face in his hand, watching the gears inside his brain work. What was this eager puppy thinking about?
“Then you don’t have to do anything”, Thup said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But I can do things for you, right?”
How was he supposed to resist this?
Singha was done for.
He swallowed and let Thup guide him down on the bed. Fuck, they hadn’t done anything yet and he was getting hard already. Something about Thup’s desire for him was so unnerving and exciting. He laid there on his own bed, blushing, not knowing what to do with his arms nor his hands. He just watched the younger boy framing him with his wide shoulders, never once darting his eyes away from him. He felt Thup’s hand caressing his shoulder, his arm, coming back to his waist, and he felt his heart pounding harder and faster. The artist went back to kiss him, as if he was as addicted to his lips as he was to Thup’s. This, this felt comfortable already. He kissed the boy back, getting heated already, the feeling of his body on top of him way too addictive for his own good.
He wanted to drown again in Thup’s mouth but the boy separated them. Singha opened his eyes and was struck with his beautiful face, his eyes full of adoration and a satisfied yet still hungry smile plastered on his lips, and it shouldn’t have that much effect on him, but it did. He felt his dick thicken and harden in his pants, and he felt slightly embarrassed by it, but Thup just smiled slyly in response, rolling his body once on him, just enough to make him know he was very well aware of the effect he had on him.
“Thup”, Singha called his name. He meant it as a warm warning for the boy not to be naughty, but it sounded way too much like a moan to his own ears.
Thup just kissed his nose in response, as softly as the first time, and - okay, he could really get used to this nose kiss thing. Before he could think too much about it, Thup delved right back at his mouth, tongue probing again, and this time Singha let him. He let himself get lost in the feeling and the moment, to hell with his responsibilities.
He didn’t even know how long they stayed like this before Thup separated from his lips and softly started kissing right under his mouth, along his jaw up to his ear. Singha felt himself blush again, the warmth of his mouth on his skin lighting up his whole being. He let the boy explore his body with his mouth, slowly going down his neck, his collarbone, until he reached his chest. The puppy looked at him with hungry eyes before closing his lips on his left nipple, lightly sucking on it. Singha’s breath hitched, and he swore his entire nervous system was on fire from how good it felt. He barely kept from letting out a moan. One of Thup’s hands was holding his arm down on the bed while the other was stroking the other side of his chest, leaving the inspector breathless and completely at his mercy.
Thup took his time with both nipples, and by the time he was done and slid lower, Singha was hard as a rock. Give him some slack, it had been two years he hadn’t done anything, and King had never taken time to worship his body like this. Because this was worship alright; Singha didn’t know what they learned at those temples, but this boy knew how to worship his body. He dared glancing at him once only to find Thup’s hungry eyes staring back at him while he was kissing and licking his way down his body, and Singha had to make his head fall back on the mattress again and take a deep breath not to come right there and then.
When Thup had said “he could do things for him”, Singha didn’t know exactly what he meant by that, but it seemed the artist had a very clear idea of what he wanted to do, and the older man felt himself tremble at the thought. It had been two years he hadn’t done anything with anyone and it had been even longer he hadn’t had a blowjob, because King had never been into it, had only ever been into fucking him to be honest. He needed to stop thinking about this asshole already because this wasn’t him, this was Thup, the temple boy with mismatched eyes who somehow could see ghosts and believed Singha was his god. The inspector wanted to focus on him only.
Singha felt Thup reach the hem of his sweatpants with his mouth, as one of his hands felt his dick through his clothes, stroking it slowly and lightly pressing it. Singha needed a connection with him but didn’t dare put his hand on his head, so he reached for the artist’s hand that had stayed on his chest. He felt dumb for such a foolish gesture, for needing an emotional touch to ground him there, but the moment he felt Thup gently taking his hand and squeezing it, all his shame disappeared. Why did King always laugh at him when he needed an emotional connection during sex, when Thup was so happy to give it to him? He really hated that bastard, he was going to burn those pictures, and -
All thoughts of King flew out of his mind the moment Thup pushed his pants down, revealing his now leaking cock to him. Singha felt himself flush red and squeezed Thup’s hand on his chest. He was staring at his ceiling, still not daring to look at Thup, because he knew if he saw the hunger in his eyes again, he would come on the spot, and that would be embarrassing on a whole new level.
Thup gripped his shaft and started slowly stroking it, smearing the precum on it, and he felt Thup’s warm breath ghosting over it, making him shudder with his whole body. Singha focused on calming his own breathing so he could make this last a little longer, his free hand splayed on his mattress. Thup’s artist hand felt way too good wrapped around his cock, and for a brief moment Singha thought what else these slender fingers could do, and he focused on his breathing again.
Thup stroked him for a little while before licking his lips and experimentally wrapping them around the head. It was clear he had no experience in this but Singha couldn’t care less. The moment he felt those cupid bowed lips wrap around his cock, he couldn’t help but let out a gasped “oh”, shivering with pleasure. He had forgotten how good this felt, no matter if it was the boy’s first time. For a virgin, Thup didn’t have an ounce of shyness. He tried pressing his tongue on it, tentatively giving it a lick, which made Singha’s body jerk. Satisfied, he swirled his tongue around his head, once, twice, Singha’s hand squeezing his, and then tried getting more of his cock in his mouth.
“Fuck, Thup”, Singha moaned, and the boy moaned back, the vibrations around his dick making him groan. Thup started bobbing his head clumsily, trying to put some rhythm to it, his mouth salivating as if he was sucking the tastiest lollipop on Earth, and to Thup it was. He didn’t go really far, not wanting to choke on it, and preferred stroking the rest of it with his hand. It was clumsy and sloppy and there was too much spit and yet Singha could swear this was the best head he had ever got - and he didn’t have much to compare it with anyway. He never once let go of Thup’s hand on his chest while his other one clenched his bedsheet. His hips kept wanting to thrust into the boy’s mouth but they were pinned down by his arms, and he liked it a little bit too much. He kept letting moans out, and anytime he did, Thup responded with one of his own, like a symphony of pleasure.
The experience didn’t last long as Singha felt himself coming closer to the edge very quickly. “Thup, wait,” he tried warning the boy, putting his hand on his shoulder to try to push him off, but Thup didn’t let him; if anything, he sucked harder. Singha lifted his head to look at him, warning him again.
“Thup, I’m close, you should -”
Thup never let go but lifted his eyes to stare back at him with all the intent in the world. The sight of him, pupils blown wide, blushed cheeks, lips wrapped around his cock, jaw covered with saliva, was all it took for Singha to come. He groaned loudly while he shot his load down his puppy’s throat, his dick pulsing and pulsing again, and Thup welcomed it all. His body jerked violently, his orgasm overtaking his entire being, and his hand basically crushed Thup’s fingers on his chest.
Once he was spent, he slumped back on his bed, staring at the ceiling again, his breathing slowly calming down. Maybe this case was taking too much space in his head, but he swore Thup had just made him experience sex on a spiritual level. He felt the boy’s lips coming off of him and saw him crawling back over him, and oh god, his lips were red and swollen and there was some of his cum at the corner of his mouth. Singha opened his as if to say something, but what could he say exactly? So he reached for the cum with his thumb, softly wiping the boy’s mouth, but then Thup grabbed his lifted hand and sucked his thumb without a second thought, closing his eyes and moaning at the taste. If Singha were younger, he would have got hard again just at the sight. When Thup opened his eyes again to stare at him, a satisfied look on his face, the inspector couldn’t resist. He grabbed the boy’s head and crashed his mouth to his, tasting himself while their tongues swirled.
Singha kinda felt bad that he couldn’t reciprocate, he didn’t want to leave Thup hanging. But the artist seemed fine just like this, progressively slowing their kiss until it was just lips softly touching. He caressed his head lovingly, pecking his lips ever so sweetly. Singha kept his eyes closed and felt himself doze off. He only felt a new kiss on his nose before sleep overtook him.