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Namping leaned back in his chair, a content smile on his face as he looked across the table. The restaurant was elegant, the candlelit table and soft music the perfect setting for a romantic dinner. He couldn't help but shake his head at Keng's extravagant gesture like reserving the whole place just for them.
"You really know how to sweep someone off their feet" he teased, eyes sparkling with affection.
"I feel like the world doesn't exist outside these walls right now."
Keng chuckled, his eyes warming as he reached across the table to take Namping's hand.
Keng said softly. "It's just us, darling and no one else."
Namping's smile softened, his fingers intertwining with Keng's without even thinking. He took in a small breath, taking in the intimate atmosphere. "You're spoiling me rotten, you know that right?"
Keng smiled, his thumb tracing soft circles over Namping's knuckles.
"Of course I do.." he replied, his voice full of affection. "It's my job to spoil my boy rotten on special days like this so no holding back."
Namping shook his head, still not quite used to the way his heart fluttered at those words.
"You're too good at spoiling me, it's actually getting dangerous."
Keng's smile turned teasing, his fingers giving Namping's a gentle squeeze.
"You say it's dangerous but you love it."
Namping rolled his eyes, a soft laugh leaving his lips. "You've got me there hehe" he admitted, shaking his head. "But at this rate, I'm going to end up completely spoiled"
Keng grinned, that self satisfied smirk that Namping loved and hated in equal measure.
"And what's wrong with that?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
"I happen to like the way you look all spoiled and pampered and it suits you."
Keng's gaze darkened, the heat in his eyes turning almost predatory.
"But before we get too comfortable…" His hand slid from Namping's, sliding down to grip his thigh under the table. "I have another surprise for you."
Keng chuckled, his fingers massaging small circles into the meat of Namping's thigh.
"You'll see.." he promised, his eyes glittering mischievously.
"But for now…" He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing teasingly against Namping's ear. "Let me play with you a bit, love. It's your birthday, after all."
Namping felt a familiar heat coil in his stomach, sparks of excitement flickering under his skin as Keng's lips grazed his ear. He tried to maintain a sense of composure, even as he could feel his body responding to the other man's nearness.
"You're such a tease" he muttered but there was a fondness in his words.
"You're going to drive me crazy tonight, aren't you?"
Keng's laugh was a low rumble, his fingers giving Namping's thigh a possessive squeeze.
"You sound like that's a bad thing hm" he teased, the heat in his eyes growing as he leaned in even closer. "I know you love it when I have my hands all over you, darling."
Namping felt his cheeks heat at Keng's words, the truth of it sending a pang of desire straight between his legs. He shifted in his seat, trying to compose himself.
"You're insufferable Goshh" he said, aiming for a chiding tone but failing with the slight breathlessness in his voice.
Keng's grin widened at that.
He tried to collect himself as the waiter came over to refill their glasses, but Keng's hand kept trailing higher and higher up his thigh under the table, making it difficult to focus.
Keng, of course didn't miss the way Namping kept shifting in his seat, his voice slightly strained as he made small talk with the waiter. He enjoyed the way Namping reacted to his touch, the way the other man was slowly losing his composure.
Once the waiter was gone, Keng leaned closer, his voice a low purr in Namping's ear.
"You're so easy to unravel, darling. You're already trying to hide how much I'm affecting you."
Namping exhaled sharply, his control slipping. "You're relentless" he muttered, but there was no real annoyance,only heat in his voice.
"Always." Keng smirked, finally pulling his hand away and standing up. He reached for Namping's wrist. "Let's go home."
One look in those dark, knowing eyes and Namping knew exactly what home meant tonight.
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Keng led the way to his condo in a haze of desire, his grip on Namping's waist just this side of possessive. They were barely through the door before he had the smaller man pressed against the wall, hands roaming over every inch of him like he was starving.
"Been waiting all night to have you like this," he gasped out between kisses. "All. Freaking. Night."
Namping could barely form a coherent thought, his body arching into the other man’s touch as Keng kissed and nipped at his throat. The rough scrape of Keng's teeth against his skin sent a shudder through him ,he'd have marks for days afterward and the thought only added fuel to the fire burning between them.
"Bedroom," he managed to gasp out. "Now. Please."
Keng didn't waste any time. He picked Namping up effortlessly, carrying him down the hallway to the bedroom. As soon as they were through the door, he all but threw the other man onto the bed. Namping landed with a soft gasp, eyes dark with desire as he looked up at Keng,waiting, wanting.
"Strip," Keng ordered, voice rough. "Let me see you."
Keng's gaze burned as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over Namping with a slow, knowing smile. He pressed a kiss to the other man's inner thigh, hands spreading his legs just so.
"Your birthday," he murmured, voice like smoke. "Which means every sound you make tonight is mine to pull from you."
His fingers traced light circles around Namping’s entrance before gently pressing in,testing, stretching while his mouth closed over one nipple, teasing and tugging until Namping arched off the bed with a whimper.
"Just relax," Keng soothed between kisses down his stomach. "Let me take care of you... let me make you feel so good."
Keng slid lower, pressing a soft kiss right over Namping’s fluttering pulse before taking him slowly into his mouth warm, wet and steady. Namping cried out, back arching off the bed as his fingers twisted into the sheets.
"K-Keng—!"
Keng hummed around him, the vibration sending shocks through Namping’s body. One hand gently cradled his balls while two slick fingers returned to tease at his entrance, easing in gradually. He worked him open with care relentless but tender each movement calibrated to pleasure.
"Feel good?" Keng murmured against sensitive skin, looking up with darkened eyes full of hunger and affection.
Keng pulled off with a wet noise, taking his time to lick a long stripe up the underside of Namping’s length that made the smaller man tremble all over. His dark gaze never left Namping's face as he spoke.
"You know, I have a new favorite sound to pull from you. Can you guess what it is?"
Then, before Namping could respond, he curved those clever fingers just so, and whatever words Namping keened—high and soft, the sound so helpless and wrecked that Keng felt his mind go a little hazy from it.
"That's it," he breathed, almost reverent. "Just like that."
Keng slicked up his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, never taking his eyes off Namping’s flushed face. He leaned over him, bracing one hand beside his head and pressing the tip in gently so slowly it was almost torture.
"Look at me," he murmured.
When Namping obeyed, wide eyed and breathless, Keng sank home in one smooth thrust and buried his face in the crook of that sweet neck as they both shuddered from the connection.
"God… you feel too good," he groaned. "Tight... warm... mine."
He let them stay there for a moment, just breathing together as the heat built between them. Keng couldn't help but nuzzle against Namping, taking in his scent, letting the familiar smell seep into his lungs like oxygen.
Finally he looked up, meeting those dark eyes that seemed to bore into his soul with every emotion he could name.
"Move," Namping whispered. "God, move."
The sounds that fell from Namping's mouth at those words were nearly wrecked—a litany of desperate need and pleasure so intense it was almost pain. He threw his arms around Keng's shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his head tipped back on a whine.
Keng felt the moment the heat coiled low in his hips, his own breath catching in anticipation.
"Look at me," he repeated, voice rough. "I want to see you... when you fall apart for me."
Namping’s eyes fluttered open dark, unfocused, yours just as his body clenched around Keng's cock. A sharp cry tore from his throat as he came, pulse after pulse staining their stomachs, back arching like he was offering himself to the sky.
Keng groaned low and feral at the sight ,the feel,he sheer possession of it all and with one final thrust deep inside that quivering heat, he followed him over the edge.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, trembling heap, hearts hammering against each other’s chests.
"Happy birthday," Keng whispered into Namping’s hair. "My love… my life."
They lay there, tangled up together, with just the sound of their slowing breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. After a few moments, Keng rolled to the side, pulling Namping against him so that the smaller man's head was pillowed on his chest. One hand lazily stroked through the other's hair, fingers tracing along his skin in slow, soothing motions.
"You know," he murmured, the barest hint of a smirk in his tone, "I don't think I'm done with you yet."
Keng turned his head, brushing a soft kiss against Namping’s temple before trailing his lips down to the shell of his ear.
"Twenty five looks incredible on you," he whispered, hand sliding low across warm skin. "And I plan to celebrate it... all night long."
A shiver ran through Namping already half drifting in the afterglow and Keng felt that familiar fire spark back to life beneath his fingertips.
"Ready for round two?"
With a pleased hum, Keng rolled on top of Namping once more, pinning him down against the mattress with all that delicious weight. He nipped at that pulse point on the smaller man's neck, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin with just a hint of a threat.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he growled. "And by the time we're done... you won't be able to walk straight for a week."
Keng's lips curved into a smirk as he slid lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down Namping's chest. He lingered on a nipple, teasing it to a peak with his tongue while his hands moved to cradle those slender hips.
"Do you like the sound of that?" he murmured, looking up through dark lashes. "A few days aching with the memory of me inside you? With bruises on your skin to prove that you're mine, just as much as I'm yours?"
Keng grinned then, satisfaction sparking low in his belly as he moved downward, nipping at the inside of a soft thigh.
"Good." His breath was hot against the sensitive flesh. "Because that's exactly what I'm going to give you."
He hooked those slim legs over his shoulders, holding Namping still as he began to mouth over every bit of skin he could reach. He left bites in his wake dark, possessive marks that would have Namping remembering exactly who was giving him this pleasure, again and again.
"Can you take it?" Keng murmured. "If I'm rough with you?"
Keng looked up, meeting Namping's gaze with eyes that smoldered. They were dark with possessive hunger and something that went far deeper, a love so intense it was almost primal. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips, the wet muscle leaving a glistening path that made heat flare in the smaller man's expression.
"Then I want you to hold onto the headboard," he commanded, voice low and rough. "and don't you dare let go. Understand?"
"Please," Namping breathed, voice already trembling as he gripped the headboard. "Keng… I need you—now."
Keng's eyes darkened at the pleading note in Namping's voice, the raw need in his expression. He was just as desperate to claim and be claimed, the ache deep in his core demanding satisfaction. He positioned himself between Namping's legs, gripping those slender thighs as he lined himself up.
"Say you want me," he growled, unable to control the possessive hunger in his tone. "Say no one else can have you. Not like this."
Keng started pushing in, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Namping's face. When he was seated all the way inside, he held himself there, letting the tension build between them until it was almost unbearable.
"Say it." He leaned closer, his lips by the other man's ear. "Say I'm the only one who gets to take you like this, love. The only one who gets to own you, and be owned in return."
The sheer possessive need in Namping's voice sent a jolt of heat through Keng. He began to move, slowly and steadily, watching the way the man beneath him shuddered and arched with every movement of his hips.
"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to press his lips against a flushed, sweat slicked chest. "You're so damn perfect for me, so damn mine..."
Keng gently flipped Namping over, hands gripping those narrow hips as he pulled him into the desired position. At this angle, he could go deeper, move more freely... and the sight of his partner like this, pliant and willing and his for the taking, nearly made his brain short-circuit for a moment.
He took a shaky breath to steady himself, and leaned to press a kiss between Namping's shoulder blades. "You ready, love?"
He set up a steady rhythm, his hands moving from those slender hips to hold those slim wrists together. Keng leaned his forehead against the back of Namping's neck, his breathing ragged as he relished the feeling of being so intimately connected with the person he treasured most in the world.
Keng moved with deep, deliberate strokes each one drawing a soft moan from Namping’s lips. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, shaky breaths, and whispered endearments between them. He pressed a kiss to Namping’s shoulder blade each time he bottomed out, as if branding him all over again.
“You’re so perfect,” Keng gasped against his neck. “So damn perfect for me.”
His hand slipped forward to stroke Namping’s length in time with his thrusts slow at first, then firmer when the smaller man started bucking back against him desperately.
“Come for me,” he growled into that sweet ear. “Let go… let me feel you.”
With a cry muffled into the pillow, Namping did—body tensing around him as warmth spilled between their bellies once more. That final clench pushed Keng over the edge too; he buried himself deep and came hard, breath hitching like it was ripped from his chest.
They collapsed onto their sides still connected ,the afterglow wrapping around them like silk.
Keng pulled the blanket up without pulling out yet because they both liked that closeness just a little while longer.
“I love you,” he murmured into damp hair.
Namping smiled sleepily and turned slightly to press back into him. “And I love you… so much.”
As Keng lay there in the aftermath of their passion, he shifted gently to reach over and brush back a lock of hair from Namping's forehead. His touch was tender, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and concern.
"You okay, love?" he murmured softly.
"I didn't go too rough, did I?" He pressed a gentle kiss to the man's temple.
Namping smiled lazily. "Don't worry," he replied, voice still rough with exhaustion. "You were perfect." He shifted to look back at Keng, the warm afterglow leaving a contented expression on his face.
"You look exhausted." Again, a touch of concern laced his tone but his gaze was soft, warm. "I should let you rest."
"Thank you… for loving me so well.”
Keng kissed his temple.
“And thank you,” he said softly, voice thick with emotion.
“For letting me.”