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Peach couldn't believe how nervous he was, lying with Thee in bed next to him. It was a strange sort of feeling. When it came to people he dated he had felt plenty of things - happy, protective, worried, guilty, and by the end, often a little sad.
But this was something else.
Peach liked his exes, he really did. But after his longest relationship ended Lookplub had said Peach seemed more like a kid who was sad because they were moving and leaving their schoolmates behind, not losing a relationship with someone he was in love with.
At the time, Peach chalked her opinion up to how young she was. Lookplub thought love was like in the movies - big and bold and all encompassing. And although Peach hoped Lookplub would become a bit more sensible in time, after what they experienced as children, Peach was grateful that she still thought of that kind of love through hopeful eyes.
But for Peach, love was more practical. Steady. Showing love meant being kind, consistent. Love meant protection. Love meant never risking hurting the other person for any reason. Peach's love for others had always been a quiet kind of love and that's how he thought it would always be.
But Peach was starting to wonder if he had it all wrong.
He laid there silently, shoulder to shoulder with Thee, but what was going on inside him was anything but quiet.
Thee staying over hadn't been Peach's suggestion, but when Thee asked, Peach had said yes so easily. As the agreement escaped his lips, it hit Peach that deep down he had actually been hoping Thee would ask to stay.
The bed was barely wide enough for their two bodies, not even a sliver of space to spare. Squeezed in close, Peach was grateful for it - to have no way to keep their bodies from touching, no distance between them to cross.
As if in response to Peach's thoughts, Thee turned on his side, holding himself above Peach, the front of his thigh pressed against Peach's hip. Peach was suddenly all too aware of the places where they were touching. There was no denying the heat of their bodies next to each other, the draw between them.
Peach nervously twisted his fingers in the blanket, unsure how to hold himself. It was like his body was a live wire, adrenaline pumping in a way Peach rarely experienced.
Thee was looking him over, inspecting him. Almost as though Thee could see completely through him. Peach couldn't decide if that was something he actually wanted. Thee's eyes on Peach had become heavier over time. Initially, he couldn't fathom what Thee's attention had meant. Even when Peach started to get an inkling, he thought if he just shrugged off what could be interpreted as Thee's casual interest, Thee would eventually get tired of him like the others always did.
And when Peach finally understood what Thee wanted, even after they kissed, he found it hard to accept. Thee was so much more than any of the other relationships he'd had. Sure, others had wanted more from Peach. But Thee demanded it.
Peach wasn't sure what he had to give could even be enough.
And then Thee would say things, absurd things, like just breathing next to Peach was all he needed. That he would wait for him for the rest of his life. That he would protect him and Lookplub. It made Peach feel so adrift, lost in these new feelings, barely able to hold on.
So he found himself for the second time that night saying yes to Thee without a thought in his head. A yes to trying to see where this could go. Peach gave over all hesitation, melting into Thee's kisses, shifting with Thee's urging to give up his shirt.
With each yes, it was easier to give Thee whatever he asked for from Peach. He had already given over his heart before he even realized it.
Peach's head said that accepting Thee into his life like this should be terrifying, but it wasn't. He was nervous, yes, but not scared. Being held in Thee's arms was the only place that Peach had ever felt safe. As they kissed, Peach found himself wrapping his arms around Thee, holding on like Thee might slip through his fingers if Peach didn't grasp him tightly. Even in how certain Thee was, even in how insistent, even in how he showed up every day, every moment, Peach couldn't let go of the gnawing feeling that this was all temporary.
Thee pulled away to put the smallest amount of space between them, his eyes slowly sweeping over Peach again in a way that made him shiver.
"I truly have never seen anything more beautiful," he said, looking deep into Peach's eyes.
It was too much to bear. Thee said things like this all the time, but Peach had always found ways to brush them off. He couldn't pretend anymore that Thee didn't mean them.
"Khun Thee," he said as a plea, covering his face with his hand. His pulse was already racing and now his cheeks were red hot. It was so much easier to withstand all of Thee's excessively sweet words when Peach had all his clothes on. As he covered himself, there was the briefest kiss on his wrist and then another.
"Peachayarat," Thee called him, his voice low.
When Peach didn't answer, Thee went back to moving his lips over Peach's tattoo carefully until he finally let his hand drop away from his face again.
"There you are," Thee said with a heart-aching smile. He dropped his fingertips to Peach's chest and moved them lightly over him. Thee only paused the movement of his fingers briefly to kiss patches of Peach's skin, his lips feeling feather light each time they made contact with Peach's body.
Peach let out another shaky breath. The attention was making Peach tense, his legs flexing as a deep ache took hold between his legs. It was powerful. It's not that Peach hadn't felt attraction to other people before, but this was like he was drowning in it. He could barely breathe through it.
"Peach?" Thee asked, those eyes still evaluating him. "Is this what you want? You just have to tell me. I want to be obedient to my owner."
Obedient. Peach had no idea what to even say to that. He had never considered what he could request of Thee even if he had always said he would give Peach whatever he wanted. Thee was clearly looking for something here, but Peach wasn't quite sure what it was. He finally built up the courage to reach for Thee and grab a hold of him to pull him closer, shifting his legs to allow for Thee to move on top of him and settle in between his thighs.
Whatever Thee had wanted, he seemed pleased with this development, caging Peach in under his arms. Having the full weight of Thee's body on him wasn't as satisfactory as Peach had imagined. It didn't quiet down the ache taking him over, but it still felt good. He especially liked the feeling of being pressed to the bed by Thee.
And then he felt something else. He somehow did not expect it so it took a moment to comprehend. The fullness of Thee's cock was now apparent against Peach's hip. It was the first time Peach had felt anything like this. Thee was excited from touching Peach. He had somehow done this to Thee's body without even knowing it.
Peach chewed at his lip. He was way over his head here.
"Don't bite your lip," Thee said, gliding his thumb over the place where Peach had worried at the bottom one a bit too hard. He leaned down and sucked on it gently, soothing the spot with his tongue.
And all Peach could do was open his mouth to him.
Thee's eyes had widened slightly after he had pulled back from exploring Peach's mouth. He licked his lips as his chest heaved with labored breaths. Thee pressed his body against him, where Peach's erection was making itself known. "Is that…"
Peach nodded, briefly acknowledging his own excitement before cupping Thee's face and distracting him with another kiss. This time, it wasn't soft and sweet. This time Peach slid his tongue inside Thee's mouth, his lips tingling with the force with which they were kissing each other.
Thee was rubbing against him, shallow movements that started to feel more rhythmic. It was intoxicating. The feeling of Thee on him, touching him like this. Holding him, like Peach belonged to him. It sent a bolt of something through Peach. He couldn't articulate what he wanted, but his body ached to move. His hips bucked up and his own cock slid against Thee's stomach. He couldn't help but gasp at how good it felt.
"Peach," Thee said, stopping their movement, voice ragged with effort. "Do you truly want this? Do you…want me?"
It was almost too much, just looking at Thee. Peach had seen so much beauty in the world, he had photographed so many people, but still, when he allowed himself to really look at Thee, it took his breath away. Thee had the softest, fullest lips Peach had ever felt. His face was almost perfect - flawless skin, high cheekbones and a sharp jaw only overshadowed by his deep, dark eyes. His body glowed in the moonlight, the smooth muscles in his shoulders flexing as he held himself above Peach to pin him down with his gaze.
Peach had no words for how much he wanted this.
"I don't…I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything right now." Thee's voice was hesitant. He rarely sounded this uncertain. "But-"
"But?" Peach asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I want you so much I could die."
Thee's words spilled out in a familiar way. This was how Thee spoke when he asked for something he thought Peach would deny. Thee's eyes shifted away, no longer looking directly at Peach. He swallowed slowly before he added, "Could you…could you ever honor me by wanting me that much?"
Honor him. Peach bit his tongue, not allowing himself even the slightest laugh that wanted to escape from him. Thee's words were so over-the-top, and yet so endearing. But Peach couldn't hold back fully, allowing his reaction to escape with a smile, which seemed to increase the consternation on Thee's face.
Peach cupped Thee's cheek, turning him to look at Peach again. "You think I don't want you?" he asked.
Thee leaned into Peach's touch, but he didn't answer.
It was hard to believe Thee could be unsure in this moment. He always sounded so confident in Peach's affection for him.
You're just so madly in love, were the words he once said when asking Peach to kiss him with full intent. Could he really be questioning it now?
And would anyone really not want this man? If Peach tried to list all the reasons someone would want Thee, he would have no shortage of characteristics to offer. But it occurred to Peach that before their first kiss, the most grandiose things Thee had said were about his own feelings. It had taken a bit for Peach to rearrange his thoughts around all the words Thee had said to him, but considering that now, Peach could understand why the scales might feel unbalanced to him.
Peach knew now what he had to do. He raised his head and placed a gentle kiss on Thee's shoulder, over his tattoo. He moved his mouth, placing more kisses over the intricate design and then slid his lips to Thee's collarbone. Thee let out a small gasp, holding himself steady as Peach moved his mouth up Thee's long, elegant neck. He kissed along his jaw line, up to his lush lips. Thee continued to let out soft breathy moans as Peach made sure he was good and well-kissed. And then when Peach felt he was pleased with his work, he looked deep into Thee's eyes and said, "I already want you so much, I can barely breathe."
The words had the intended effect. Thee's expression shifted, his eyes darkening as he grasped a hold of Peach, holding him tight to place firm kisses on his lips, down his neck, settling into mouthing his pectoral muscles. Peach let his hands drop into Thee's hair, sliding his fingers through the smooth strands, grasping a hold of the base of his neck firmly as Thee's mouth continued to move across his skin.
Their lower bodies moved together, writhing against each other. Thee let out the softest moans every time Peach moved his hips, his breath hot on Peach's neck. Thee responded by grasping the bottom of Peach's thigh, pulling Peach into his body with every movement, the urgency growing between them.
It was excruciating how good it felt, and yet completely unsatisfying. Peach pressed harder and harder, as if he could somehow get closer to Thee by the sheer force of his movements. He surprised even himself when he let out a frustrated groan.
"What can I do?" Thee asked, pleading. "What do you want?"
"I don't know," Peach admitted, unable to think clearly. "I want you to touch me."
"Where do you want to be touched?"
"Anywhere."
"Anywhere," Thee repeated.
Peach nodded. Thee appeared almost lost at this permission, looking over Peach's bare upper body in an almost frantic way.
"There's one place to touch me if you want to find out how much I want you."
Thee's breath caught, as though Peach had offered something unbelievable. So Peach decided he needed to show he meant what he said. He took Thee's wrist and moved his hand to place it on his stomach, just above his pelvis.
After giving Thee a moment to understand his intention, he guided Thee's hand to where he was achingly hard and slid Thee's hand over him. A wave of relief overcame Peach at the touch, his hips shifting up, chasing the pressure of Thee's hand.
Once his hand was on Peach, it seemed to clear up any questions Thee had about what Peach wanted. Thee cupped Peach's erection through his shorts, a slow slide up and down the length, over and over again. Even this touch through the material of Peach's shorts was overwhelming. His eyes fluttered closed, succumbing to the sensation. He wanted to lose himself in it.
Thee's other hand caressed Peach's chest, more gentle touches that made Peach arch up into the contact. Thee's tongue quickly found Peach's nipples, firm and waiting for the attention. No one had ever licked them over like this before and it was twisting Peach up so much his toes were curling into the mattress. The desire in him was wound so tight, he was so incredibly close to snapping.
Thee seemed to understand the urgency apparent in Peach's body. He shifted to lay back down next to Peach, his hand never leaving Peach's cock. He grasped Peach's hip with his free hand and pulled Peach toward him so that they were both facing each other on their side. His movements were still slow as he shifted his palm to his mouth, licking it fully before he pulled at the waistband of Peach's shorts, then carefully slid his hand down under the material and into Peach's underwear.
Peach's hand frantically grasped at Thee's shoulder, his fingers digging into the flesh as moans escaped his lips. It was so incredibly good, the wet slide of his fingers over his full cock. Thee responded by wrapping his hand fully around Peach's shaft, sliding his palm up and down the length in almost tortuously slowly movements.
"You like that," Thee said, sounding pleased. The familiar Thee confidence had returned to his voice.
"I do," Peach gasped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It had never felt this good to be touched like this before. Peach wasn't sure exactly why it felt so different. Maybe it was how comfortable he was with Thee, maybe it was because Thee seemed to understand the mechanics of how to make this good better than any other person who had touched Peach like this before, maybe it was because Peach did actually want Thee in a way that almost scared him. Peach just never knew how to say it before.
No matter the reasons, it was too much. Peach could barely speak through the pleasure radiating through his body and then everything came crashing over him. His body tensed and then let go, the most intense feeling he had ever experienced burned through his veins, again and again, until his body collapsed on the bed.
The euphoria was all encompassing. It took Peach a moment, okay maybe more than a moment, to finally open his eyes. He startled when he found Thee watching him, the most incredibly pleased expression on his face. Peach was going to hear about this for a long time, he was certain of it.
"You liked that," Thee said again. His hand was still in Peach's pants, but his grasp was now on his hip, like he wasn't going to let Peach go anytime soon.
"I liked that," Peach admitted. "You are very good at that."
The way Thee preened at that was so stupidly endearing that Peach couldn't help but smile.
"Come here," Peach said, tugging on Thee's arm and pulling him close enough to press a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth.
"So I was good?" Thee asked, his expression intensely sincere. "I want to always be good for you, Peach, until the end of my days."
"Oh well, we don't have to go that far," Peach said, making light of Thee's usual theatrics. Thee immediately started to pout. He was definitely not decoding Thee properly right now. "You were good," Peach said, trying to quell whatever reaction seemed to be brewing inside Thee.
Thee nodded, appearing to be placated with that. But it was pretty clear that it wasn't exactly what he had wanted. What did Thee need that Peach wasn't understanding? He had never really asked for validation before, but Peach had been so surprised at Thee's reaction when Peach told Thee he was amazing. He held such burdens of responsibility and it was hard for Peach to fathom that no one had ever acknowledged how hard he worked for his family.
"What do you want me to say?" Peach asked directly, at a loss for anything else to do.
Thee leaned his head on Peach's shoulder, no longer meeting his eyes. He finally said, "That I'm your good boy."
Peach was a little stunned. He wasn't sure if this was another case of Thee's Thai being a little rusty or if maybe he was telling Peach something…
Well, what the hell. Peach felt sort of foolish, but that wasn't new when it came to his conversations with Thee. Thee had put himself out of his comfort zone again and again for Peach. The least Peach could do was give him a few silly words.
He placed his hand on Thee's head, stroking the silky strands of his hair gently. Then he managed to force out the words. "You can definitely be my good boy…if that's what you want."
Thee's head popped up, that eager golden retriever look on his face. "Whatever I need to do for you, I'll do it, Peach," Thee said.
Peach continued to gently pat Thee's hair. "Everything you do for me is good, Thee. You're already the best. Look at everything you've done. Look at how good you are."
"Really?" Thee asked.
"Yes," Peach said firmly. "So good that you deserve a reward."
The stunned look that flashed over Thee's face made playing along with this completely worth it. It was all so incredibly endearing. Even if Thee was surprised, he didn't miss a beat. He took Peach's hand and slid his fingers between Peach's, interlocking them and then kissing the back of his hand. "Please, can I have my reward, Peach?"
Thee was always strikingly beautiful, but the look in his eyes now, his soft sincerity, it broke Peach's heart open. He wanted Thee to understand how he made Peach feel, he wanted him to understand everything. So Peach got up the courage to move, getting up on his knees and sliding in between Thee's legs. Thee had shifted onto his back with the movement and he looked almost dazed at the reorientation.
Peach dropped to place a kiss on Thee's chest. He shivered in response, squirming as though the briefest touch was too much. Peach moved his hand to the top of Thee's sleep pants, grasping a handful and looking up the plane of Thee's body, finding him watching Peach intently.
"This is my first try at this, so tell me if it's wrong."
"Peach," Thee said. A soft encouragement that still sounded full of disbelief.
Peach paused for a moment and considered what he should do next. He wanted to show Thee that Peach could be what he needed as much as Thee had been for him. This was one thing that Thee wanted that Peach could give to him. "Be a good boy and hold still," he warned.
Peach was encouraged by Thee reaching for his hand still wrapped in the waistband of Thee's sleep pants. He squeezed gently before he gave Peach a soft, "Okay."
It was the quietest Thee had ever been.
Peach pulled on the pants on each side, sliding them down so that Thee's cock bobbed free, stretching the material so that it was held taught under his exposed erection. It was the first time Peach had seen one up close, beside his own. His cock was thick, flushed in an almost purple hue, already wet on the tip.
When Peach lightly touched the soft skin at the head, simply testing to see how Thee would react, he let out a whimper. "Please," Thee begged.
Peach couldn't drag this out any longer. He needed to put Thee out of this misery. He pressed his lips to the head of his cock and then slid them down the shaft. Thee moaned, lightly patting Peach's hair as he moved his mouth over him.
Peach experimented with licking Thee's cock, up and down the length, around the base, flicking the slit with his tongue as he sucked down on it again and again.
The taste of Thee's excitement at the tip, his body flushing down from his chest to his stomach, his slight movements in time with Peach's mouth sliding over him. It all sent an unexpected zing through Peach. He very much liked this.
Especially because for once Thee seemed lost for words. His body movements became more and more desperate, his back arching off the bed slightly every time Peach changed the direction of his tongue.
In between sharp noises, he murmured Peach's name.
Peach pulled off for a moment and with a ragged voice he said, "Be good and come for me."
Thee's hand dropped to where Peach's was firmly holding his thigh. "Peach," he gasped as he took Peach's hand and intertwined their fingers. "I'll be good, Peach. I'll be good." Peach squeezed Thee's hand back, affirming this was all okay, before he put his mouth back on Thee's cock. He was no longer holding back anything. He was going to make sure Thee didn't forget this.
Thee's body continued to tense, as though he was getting closer. Thee gripped Peach's hand harder. His fingers of his other hand buried deeper in Peach's hair. Somehow Thee's hold there was still gentle. Peach knew for certain, regardless of the situation, Thee would avoid hurting him at all costs, accidentally or otherwise. Thee simply wouldn't do anything that might risk it happening, even tightening his grip on Peach's hair.
Peach would have to be sure to make it clear to Thee in the future that he was not breakable, but that wasn't his main concern right now. All that mattered was Thee feeling the way he had made Peach feel.
And it seemed likely Peach was achieving this. Thee's noises were shifting, cut off and higher pitched, sounding closer to the edge. So Peach hollowed out his mouth, sucking down on Thee's cock as fully as he could, over and over until his entire body trembled. He spilled into Peach's mouth and Peach swallowed him down, salty and warm.
"Peach," Thee gasped. "You didn't have to…"
Peach shifted onto his knees as he sat between Thee's legs. He wiped the edge of his mouth, looking at the remains of what he had just done on his fingertips. A smile spread across his lips. He felt almost invincible, knowing it was his own actions that had completely taken Theerakit Kian Lee apart.
"You know I don't ever do anything I don't want to do," Peach said.
Then Thee's entire body relaxed. Peach forgave Thee for forgetting that fact about him in the heat of the moment. But Peach would make sure Thee remembered in the future.
"Peach," Thee called to him, sounding raw and open. He reached for Peach, clinging to him and pulling him until Peach toppled over and fell into his arms. Thee wrapped himself full body around Peach, practically making it hard for Peach to catch his breath. "Is there anything my Peach isn't incredible at?"
"Khun Thee," Peach said, patting his arm to get him to loosen his grip. "Please don't say things like that."
"Why, it's true?" Thee said, looking confused. He brushed Peach's hair away from his eyes. "Oh, look at your adorable cheeks. They're so pink. You're embarrassed?"
"I'm not," Peach said sternly, but then considered for a moment. "Not really. I'm just still getting used to it."
Thee nodded, continuing to stroke Peach's hair gently. "Well, then let me know when you're used to it and then I will tell you how your mouth is exquisite, with the most perfectly attentive lips." He moved his thumb to Peach's bottom lip and brushed it softly in emphasis.
"Thee," Peach said gently. He held back the retort that was queued up on the lips Thee was busy worshiping. Instead Peach gave up, agreeing with a nod.
Thee looked pleased with this answer. He wrapped his arms back around Peach tightly, pulling him into his chest, his chin resting on Peach's head.
Peach settled into his pillow, but he was only still for a moment before he reached for the one under Thee's head. None of Peach's home had the kind of comfort Thee was used to having and he was especially aware of this now that they were trying to sleep together in this small space. He worked to fluff up the pillow under Thee's head, but was still unsatisfied with the impact he was able to make on it even after a minute of wrestling with it.
"What's wrong?" Thee asked, not opening his eyes.
Are you comfortable?" Peach asked.
"I've never been more comfortable," he said, kissing Peach's forehead.
"Khun Thee," Peach scolded. "This bed is tiny, my sheets are ones you can buy at the mall. You can't be comfortable."
"Ah, that's where my Peachayarat is wrong," he said, patting Peach's head. "Nothing is more comfortable than having you wrapped around me. In fact, I think that I might never leave here."
"Khun Thee," Peach said again, this time with less irritation in his voice. Peach was starting to soften despite himself. "Fine," Peach said, accepting Thee's response with a sigh.
Peach had been rolling around so many moments between them in his head, so many times when they seemed as though they couldn't be more different. But as their hearts beat together, Thee's arms wrapped around him, Peach was taken over by how comfortable he was, too.
Peach finally allowed himself to settle in Thee's arms, allowed himself to accept what it felt like to be fully held. He breathed Thee's scent in and out, sweet and fresh. He let himself be enveloped by it.
"Good night, Peachayarat," Thee mumbled, squeezing him again one last time before he seemed to start to drift off.
Peach stretched and planted one last kiss on Thee's chin, whispering, "Good night, Khun Thee."
Peach softly laughed at himself as he let go to sleep, at how ridiculous he had become. Thee had changed Peach's entire world, and Peach didn't mind even one bit. He strengthened his own hold around Thee's body, finally accepting how hard he wanted to hold on. Somehow Thee did actually belong here with Peach. In the world they were making together.