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It was Saturday evening when Namping arrived at keng’s place.
He dressed comfortably, but still looking cute and not too lazy. A normal jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly, a tank top underneath and a casual jacket over it.
“Deep breath in~ deep breath out~” he told himself before knocking on keng’s house door.
He’s been in a relationship with Keng for a good month now… but he still gets too excited each time they’d meet.
Keng, who was already in his apartment, was trying to psych himself up for what was about to happen that night. He had spent the better part of the day cleaning up the place, even though it was already pretty tidy, and had gotten all the essentials ready.
When Namping knocked on his door, his heart started beat faster.
After a deep breath, Keng opened the door, seeing his cute boyfriend standing in front of him. The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy.
"Hey, baby. Come in."
Keng stepped aside, letting Namping in. His eyes were immediately drawn to the way Namping's jeans hugged his thighs perfectly.
He tried to push away his thoughts, focusing on his boyfriend's face.
"You look cute," he said with a smile, feeling more nervous by the second.
Namping smiled happily .”thank you~ I didn’t wanted to dress up .. too pretty ? After all it’s our movie Saturday night and I wanna be comfy “ he said and wrapped his arms around keng’s neck with a huge smile on his lips. Unaware of what Keng bad planned for tonight.
Keng wrapped his arms around Namping's waist, pulling him closer.
"You know I think you look cute regardless of what you're wearing," he said, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.
He led Namping into the living room, where he had already prepared everything for their movie night.
"I've set up the couch and the snacks. You can choose the movie tonight," Keng said, his voice a bit shaky from his growing nervousness.
Namping fell down onto the couch, remote control in his hand and he scrolled through keng’s Netflix recommendations.”mhmmm… so many options “
He scrolled through the library of movies and series for good 5 minutes without finding anything good.
“Mhmm…. Twilight… to all the boys I’ve loved before…. Pretty woman… fifty shades of grey…”
Keng settled next to him, pretending to look at the screen—though he was mostly hyper aware of how close Namping was, the heat of his body, the way his thighs pressed together.
When Namping started listing those films, Keng gave him a sidelong glance, arching an eyebrow.
Fifty Shades of Grey in particular caught his attention.
"You're not seriously considering Fifty Shades, are you?" he asked, trying to maintain a casual tone. Namping shrugged his shoulders .”I mean.. why not? It’s a good movie “.
Keng's heart rate had picked up now, not just because of their proximity, but the way Namping sounded so casual about the movie choice. Fifty Shades was notoriously sexy.
He tried to sound light and teasing as he replied, "Good movie or do you just like the lead actor?"
Keng had to admit, the movie did have some pretty hot moments but he was wondering what Namping's interest in it really was.
Namping smiled silly, and immediately continued scrolling. “I mean… we could also watch Barbie dream house “.
Keng couldn't help but laugh at the abrupt change to Barbie Dream House. "From Fifty Shades to Barbie. Quite the range, babe," he chuckled, trying to match Namping's lighthearted mood.
He ran a hand through his hair, still feeling the nervous energy coursing through him. Keng was determined to be patient, but the wait was starting to drive him insane.
They continued scrolling until they ended up watching a classic one. Mamma Mia.
When the movie started to play, Namping cuddled himself closer to Keng.
Keng’s breath hitchched as Namping snuggled closer, the warmth of him fitting perfectly against Keng’s side. His arm automatically wrapped around Namping, fingers lightly tracing his shoulder.
“Mmm… this is nice,” Namping murmured, already swaying slightly to ABBA’s upbeat tune playing from the screen.
Keng smiled down at him, heart fluttering.Too nice, he thought. The music was dreamy, the mood was soft… and suddenly “just watching a movie” felt like the universe setting the stage for something more.
He rested his cheek on top of Namping’s head and whispered into his hair: “Y’know… I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
A pause. Then.. “And not just in a ‘hey let’s watch movies’ way…”.
Namping didn’t fully get it yet.. after all he wasn’t aware yet that Keng had such a side as well.
“Aww.. my babe” Namping whispered and caressed Keng’s cheek .”hard week? Hm?”.
"Hard week? Yeah… you have no idea, babe."
Keng's voice sounded huskier, the words laced with something that wasn't just exhaustion. He let his palm drift lazily along Namping's arm, feeling the soft skin under his fingers.
His mind was a mess right now, torn between his sweet, loving boyfriend and the intense desires that had been brewing all week. He needed to say something… anything to give Namping a hint.
"I, uh, I've been thinking… a lot," Keng murmured, shifting a little closer.
Namping looked up into keng’s face and nodded gently. “Hm ? Is university messing with your head lately ?”.
Keng let out a soft, breathy laugh, half nerves, half amusement. "Nah… not university."
He turned a little, so they were more face-to-face, their noses nearly brushing. His hand gently cupped Namping’s cheek.
“It’s… you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and something hotter beneath it. “I’ve been thinking about you… in ways I’ve never felt before.”
A pause. Swallowing hard.
“Kissing you? Yeah, I love that. But I keep imagining… more.” He exhaled shakily. “And tonight? I kinda hoped we wouldn’t just stop at ‘just boyfriend things’…”
Namping froze for a second before making the second move.
His innocent seemed to fully disappear. Well.. Namping wasn’t actually that innocent. But he kept pretending in front of Keng.
He moved closer.” What did you imagine Keng ?~”.
Keng's heart beat so hard he was sure Namping could hear it. The sudden shift in his boyfriend's demeanor ignited something inside him he didn't realize was there until that moment.
His breath caught as Namping leaned in close, eyes darkened with a glimmer of a naughty side.
“You… really want to know…? What I've been imagining, babe?”
Keng's voice had dropped an octave lower, husky and thick with desire. His hand slid around, gripping the back of Namping's neck.
Keng’s fingers tangled lightly in Namping’s hair, his lips ghosting just barely over his boyfriend’s before pulling back, just enough to tease.
“I imagined you this” His free hand trailed down Namping’s side, skimming over the hem of his tank top. “but not wearing clothes. Not just kissing but everything after.”
A shaky exhale.
“…And I’ve never done any of it with a guy before.” His voice was wrecked already, hoarse and honest. “But I want to. With you.”
His thumb brushed Namping’s lower lip, eyes locked on his. “So tell me. Can I?”
Namping couldn’t help but smirk when Keng mentioned he never did it with the same sex before.
“Yes.. yes you can~ “
That smirk was the hottest thing Keng had seen all night, and the simple words filled him with an undeniable heat.
He cupped Namping's chin, tilting his head up as Keng leaned in again. His chest was full of butterflies… mixed with something primal that made it hard to think of anything but the gorgeous man in his arms.
"Just so you know... I'm not gonna hold back, babe." His tongue traced the ridge of Namping's ear, teasing. "I feel like I've been losing it all week, and you're not helping me keep my control."
Namping bite down his bottom lip and wrapped his arms around keng’s neck to pull him even closer.
“I’ll make sure to make you go insane~ “ Namping said proudly with a gentle smirk. “Do you wanna move to your bedroom ?”.
Keng groaned at the idea, his hands tightening on Namping's hips. Insane… Gods, with this cute guy in his arms, he was already halfway there.
He stood up, scooping Namping into his arms. "Come on," he murmured, eyes burning as he carried him towards the bedroom.
The sight of the freshly-made bed and soft sheets almost made him stumble in eagerness. Keng gently set Namping down before climbing on top of him, his body pinning him to the plush mattress.
Keng braced himself above Namping, a shiver running through him as he looked down at him. How could one guy be so cute and hot at once?
He lowered himself, letting their chest press together. The feeling of it, the heat, the contact, was making his pulse race. Keng pressed slow, sucking kisses at Namping's neck, teasing at the sensitive skin with teeth.
"You don't know half of what you do to me, baby," Keng murmured between kisses. "When I get you… I can't promise I'll be gentle."
Namping smirked and caressed keng’s cheek with one hand.”who said I like it gentle anyway hm ?”.
Those words sent a spark of heat straight through Keng. He let out a guttural moan, burying his face in the crook of Namping's neck.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he grumbled, sucking and nipping along his throat.
One hand slid under Namping's tank top, exploring the flat, toned planes of his stomach.
Keng pushed up the fabric and looked down for a moment, his desire flaring at the sight. "I have to take this off."
Namping nodded softly and sat up to help Keng get rid of his top. Keng pulled the fabric off and tossed it aside. His breath caught at the sight, Namping bare-chested, skin glowing in the dim light.
He couldn't resist touching. Hands roamed down Namping's chest, fingertips tracing muscles and soft skin. Keng leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he groaned against his skin.
His fingers teased at the waistband of Namping's jeans, hovering, asking without words."These next?"
Namping couldn’t help but smirk as he nodded again. He gently lifted his hips to make sure Keng has good access and can take it off.
Keng wasted no time, fingers curling around the hem of Namping's jeans and tugging them down, slowly, agonizingly, revealing inch by inch of smooth skin beneath.
He tossed them aside and groaned at the sight, Namping lying there in just his boxers, body lean and perfect. Keng climbed back over him, pressing heated kisses down his chest, stomach...
His fingers hooked into the waistband, glancing up with heavy-lidded eyes. "Last piece, baby," he murmured, voice wrecked. "You sure?"
Namping looked into keng’s eyes for a second before nodding and lifting his hips up once more.
The entire time, he couldn’t stop looking at Keng. Keng who was still fully dressed, and literally shaking from desire. Namping has never seen him like that before… but he loved it.
Keng peeled the last layer away, his breath stuttering at the sight of Namping, completely bare, flushed, and his.
For a second, he just stared, hands trembling as they roamed over smooth skin."Fuck…" The word came out ragged, raw.
He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Namping’s hipbone, tongue tracing the sensitive skin. His hands gripped Namping’s thighs, hard, pulling him closer.
"I need you to see me too," Keng murmured against his skin, breath hot.
He sat back just enough to tear off his own shirt, revealing toned muscle beneath. His own arousal was painfully obvious now, straining against his jeans.
"Fair’s fair, right?" He smirked, though his voice shook. "Your turn to look."
Namping swallowed hard as he saw keng’s bare upper body. He looked incredibly hot. With gentle movements, he drove his finger around keng’s abs.
Goosebumps shivered across Keng's skin as Namping's fingers trailed over his abs. His breath came in sharp, unsteady pants, each touch sending jolts of desire racing down to his core.
The sight of his cute boyfriend looking so fascinated, enthralled by his body...
Keng groaned softly, his muscles trembling under Namping's touch. "Baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're gonna drive me insane."
His hand came up to gently capture Namping's wrist, guiding it lower. "Feel that?" he asked, as he placed Namping's hand firmly against the hard bulge in his pants. His eyes searched his boyfriend's face, the intensity in them almost desperate.
"That's all because of you." His breath shuddered, hips rocking unconsciously into that touch. "How much I want you. How much I've been imagining this."
Keng's other hand slid up Namping's thigh, fingers tracing gentle circles. His breathing was ragged now, his entire body thrumming with desire.
Keng's fingers tightened around his wrist, pressing Namping’s palm harder against his aching need. He arched into it, lips parting on a rough exhale.
"Do you feel how bad I want you?" His voice was wrecked, almost pleading.
Then, with a sudden shift, Keng pushed the other one down again, rolling Namping beneath him. Their bodies slotted together, skin against skin, heat against heat.
"Because I’m done imagining." His mouth crashed onto Namping’s, swallowing any reply, claiming it.
Namping kept his hand against keng’s hard bulge. He could tell by just feeling that his boyfriend was really big down there, but he couldn’t care less.
He had a goal. And it was to prove Keng how amazing sex can be even when it’s between the same gender.
With gentle but still firm movements, he started to massage the covered bulge in his hand.
Keng's breath caught in his throat as his boyfriend's hand started to move, soft pressure, gentle touches that had his head spinning. He'd never felt anything like it before . so tender, so teasing, so good.
His hips bucked up instinctively, straining against the touch. He couldn't help the whine that escaped him, needy, desperate, completely unlike him.
"Namping…" he murmured between kisses, voice shaking. "God… where did you learn this?". Namping smirked “well.. not my first time~” he replied and then put his hand away from keng’s erection.
He drove his hand up to keng’s belt and opened it.
Keng's brain nearly short-circuited at that casual admission.
Not your first time….For a second, jealousy flared, imagining Namping with someone else, like this, in the same intimate way. But it was quickly eclipsed by a heat so intense it almost burned.
"You…" He could barely form words, his whole body tense and trembling. "…with who?" The question came out like a gasp, strangled and raw.
His eyes burned into Namping's, dark and intense. He reached down to still the hand at his belt.
“No one important baby~” Namping whispered and pressed a kiss next to keng’s lip. He felt the jealousy in the other one, and wanted to make it fade away.
“Sometimes clubbing just ended with a one night stand you know? I don’t even remember any of these guys”.
Keng let out a shaky breath, the possessive edge in him calming at Namping's words.
He closed his eyes, letting that tension drain out of him. His boyfriend was here, with him and those other guys didn't matter. They were in the past.
"No one important," he echoed, opening his eyes again. His gaze softened, a small, rueful smile playing on his lips. "I get it. I've had my share of hook-ups too… but I never thought it'd feel different."
His fingers still held Namping's wrist tightly. “You never had sex with a male before right Keng ?” He asked softly and pressed another kiss near Keng’s lips.
Keng shook his head, the motion almost rueful. "...No," he admitted in a low, gruff voice, his eyes searching Namping's.
"Never even kissed a guy before you." He let out a breath, almost like a sigh. "I knew I was bi, obviously, but…"
He shifted a little beneath Namping, the reality of the situation sinking in. His boyfriend had been with other guys. He hadn't.
"...but I have no clue what I'm doing here. So… you might need to take charge a bit." Namping bite his bottom lip and nodded while holding back a smirk.
“ I’ll help you~ “ he said and looked down at keng’s pants.”take them off~”. Keng’s breath hitched at the gentle but firm command.
He didn’t hesitate. Hands trembling, whether from nerves or anticipation, he unbuckled his belt, pushed down his pants, and kicked them off. His boxers followed quickly, leaving him bare under Namping’s heated gaze.
Keng exhaled shakily, suddenly self-conscious. His erection was right there, thick and flushed but it wasn’t the unfamiliarity of his own body that flustered him.
It was the way Namping looked at him, like he was something to savor. “Happy?” he murmured, voice rough.
“Fuck~ “ namping whispered uncontrolled as he saw keng’s cock bare for the first time. It was big. The biggest one he’d have ever had. And he already knew.. it’ll hurt.
Precum was already leaking out of keng’s tip. Keng's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Namping's voice. It was almost reverent, tinged with… was that anticipation?
The way he was looking at him, hungrily, intently, had him aching for more. Keng had always been told he had a good size, but somehow, with Namping…
He felt big.
He swallowed, his throat dry. "Like what you see?" The question came out huskier than he'd intended, betraying just how much this was affecting him. Namping nodded and finally stopped staring. His cheeks were all red.
He locked his eyes with keng’s again.” Do you have lube ?” He asked.
Keng had to concentrate for a second, trying to think clearly through the haze of desire clouding his mind. Then the question registered, and he nodded, gesturing to his bedside table.
"Top drawer," he managed to rasp. "There should be a bottle in there."
He watched as Namping moved to open the drawer, his heart racing. The moment felt charged with anticipation.
Namping crawled on his knees and arms to the bedside with the nightstand besides
His position was breath taking. On his arms and knees, his perfect formed and full butt stretched into the air.
Namping opened the top drawer and searched for the lube. When he found it, and took it he also saw condoms.. for a second he thought. And then he closed the drawer without taking the condoms.
Keng's breath caught in his throat at the sight, Namping on all fours, skin flushed, looking back at him with those heated eyes.
His gaze dropped to the lube, then flickered back up to Namping's face. He noticed the hesitation with the condoms, the silent decision.
His pulse hammered. "No condom?" Keng asked, voice rough, more a confirmation than a protest.
The thought sent a hot jolt straight through him. Bare. Skin to skin. No barriers.
His hands tightened on Namping’s hips, pulling him back into his lap, hard."Guess you trust me," he murmured against his ear before biting down softly.
Namping smirked and pressed a quick kiss on keng’s lips before pulling back.“Have you ever fingered someone before ?” He asked softly.
Keng groaned, equal parts embarrassed and turned on and shook his head. “No,” he admitted roughly, lips brushing Namping’s as he spoke.
His fingers tightened on Namping’s hips, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed flush.“But I’m a fast learner.”
His free hand traced down Namping’s spine, teasing, before slipping lower, cupping the curve of his ass possessively. “Show me how.” A beat.
Namping smirked and grabbed Keng’s hand. He spread out three fingers.
“I need you to prepare me~” he explained and opened the lube.
“First you put two fingers in me.. and you spread me open with them. And the you add a third.. and continue working me open” he explained and spread some of the cold gel into keng’s fingers.
With his own, he started to spread the gel around keng’s fingers. “don’t be surprised… it’s tighter than a female anatomy “
Keng took a shaky breath at the cold, slick sensation against his fingers. His eyes darkened as he listened to Namping's instructions, watching the way his boyfriend prepared him.
"Tighter, huh?" he murmured, his voice low with a mix of curiosity and arousal. He'd never touched someone like this before, and hearing how tight it'd feel around his fingers...
He inhaled, steadying himself. "I gotta prep you properly, then." His other hand slid around to Namping's waist, steadying him."Turn around."
Namping smirked and turned around. He moved on all four again, and stretched his butt right into keng’s direction.
Keng exhaled at the sight, Namping, on all fours, presenting himself so blatantly. It made his head spin. This beautiful, sweet guy… offering himself to him like this.
He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself, before sliding a cold, lubed finger between his cheeks.
"Relax, baby," he murmured, voice tight. "I'm just... going to make you feel good. Tell me if I go too hard, yeah?". Namping nodded and waited patiently to finally feel keng’s fingers.
Keng's heart pounded in his chest as he gently pressed his first finger forward, slowly, carefully, feeling the tight ring of muscles clench around the digit.
"You good?" he asked, voice rough. He'd read and watched enough online to know that it needed to be done slowly, one step at a time.
Once he received a confirmation from Namping, he pushed in deeper, gently, steadily, not stopping until he was knuckle deep. "How's that?" He murmured, eyes fixed on Namping.
Namping whined needy when he felt the first finger in him, but he soon also felt that he craved more.
“M-More Keng~ “
Keng groaned at the needy whine, his own body reacting instantly to the sound."Patience, baby," he murmured though his own patience was already fraying.
He added a second finger, working them both inside with slow, teasing thrusts. He scissored them carefully, stretching him open, his own breathing ragged as he watched Namping react.
"God, you're tight," he gritted out. "Fuck, how do you expect me to fit anything else?"
His tone was playful, but his hips jerked forward involuntarily, already imagining himself buried deep inside him.
Even as he worked his fingers, Keng was trying to read Namping's reactions, how deep could he go? How fast could he go? He was still new to this, and every moment was a balance between wanting to push for more and not wanting to hurt his boyfriend.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, voice rough. He curled his fingers slightly, trying to find that sensitive bundle of nerves he'd heard about. "Want another?" he added, his own breathing ragged. Namping immediately nodded.
Keng let out a ragged breath, nodding in understanding, even though Namping couldn’t see him. His fingers moved faster, pressing deeper, stretching him with deliberate, slick thrusts.
Then, carefully, he added a third finger, feeling Namping’s body clench around him.
Fuck.
Keng swallowed hard, trying to stay focused, even as his own cock ached with neglect. He leaned forward, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses between Namping’s shoulder blades.
"You feel amazing," he murmured, voice thick with want. "So tight… so fucking perfect."
His fingers curled, pressing deep, searching, before he finally brushed against that sweet spot. It made Namping moan out loud. "There?" he groaned, feeling the way Namping clenched around him.
If this was just fingers… what would it be like when he was inside him? The thought alone nearly undid him.
Namping gasped out loud from all the desire. He doesn’t know how.. but just keng’s fingers make him go insane.
“E-Enough Keng~ “ he said and nodded as double confirmation that it’s enough.“Fuck~ I need you Keng~” he whined desperately.
Keng’s breath caught at the desperate whine, those words sending heat shooting straight through him. He pulled his fingers free with a slick sound, his whole body trembling with restraint.
He leaned over Namping, pressing his chest against his back, lips grazing his ear. "Say it again," he growled, commanding, desperate. "Tell me how you need me."
His hands gripped Namping’s hips, pulling him back against his aching length."Because I’m not gonna last long once I’m inside you, baby."
Namping whined. He loved the confident that grew in Keng, and the way Keng treated him now.
“Need you deep in me~ please Keng~ I need you to fuck me” he whined and looked back over his shoulder. His hips moved back, rubbing against Keng.
Keng groaned, his restraint snapping, fuck patience.
He gripped Namping’s hips hard, pressing him down into the bed as he aligned himself.
"Deep?" His voice was rough, wrecked, hips rolling forward slowly, agonizingly, until the head of his cock pressed against that tight heat.
A sharp exhale. Then.."You’ve got it."
He pushed in with one slow, deliberate thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one go.
The sensation was overwhelming, hot, clenching, perfect. Keng’s entire body locked up, his fingers digging into Namping’s skin as he fought for control.
"Fuck" His voice cracked. "N-Namping~ fuck"
He’d never felt anything like this, so tight, so consuming and it was all him. His sweet, perfect boyfriend taking him like it was nothing.
Keng’s hips jerked involuntarily, already addicted to the feeling."Gonna move," he warned raggedly, then pulled out just enough before thrusting back in, hard.
Namping had barely time to adjust to keng’s size but he couldn’t complain. He liked it. The rough, painful feeling of getting teared apart by Keng.“A-Ah~ Keng~ “ he moaned out loud as his nails dig into the bed sheets.
Keng was gone. His sanity snapped the moment he was enveloped by that tight heat, all thoughts reduced to instinct and animal need.
"Namping," he growled, voice harsh, "you feel so good~"
His fingers tightened on his hip."You're mine," he said gutturally, "All mine~"
Then he was moving, pulling back and thrusting in. Fast, rough, possessive. He wanted to claim every inch of this boy, take and take and take until there was nothing else.
He bent down, pressing his chest against the other boys back, his lips grazing his ear. "You make me crazy," he breathed, his voice thick with need. "I'll never be able to look at you the same way again, not without getting hard~"
He pressed deeper at every word, wanting to bury himself inside him, so deep that there was no way in hell he'd ever forget "
His free hand slipped under them, wrapping around him.” Namping~”
His name on Keng's tongue felt like worship, like a prayer. He wanted to hear it over and over again, until it was the only word he could remember.
He reached down, grasping Keng's wrist in an iron grip. He was helpless, completely at his boyfriend's mercy. "Yes~ Keng~ " he gasped, body shaking. "More~ "
His voice was wrecked, each syllable a cry for more and Keng responded, his eyes dark and feral as he leaned in even closer.
A low, ragged growl escaped Keng's throat at the desperate sound, that sweet, needy pleading in Namping's voice, begging for more.
He pulled him back against him, their bodies flush, and gripped him possessively. He was lost in the feeling, losing himself completely in Namping.
"You're mine," he repeated, voice deep with need, "Every part of you, mine. All mine"
He bit down hard on Namping's neck, wanting to mark him, let everyone know exactly who he belonged to.
Namping whined needy and threw his head into the back. “A-Ah~ Keng~ I am about to cum ngh~ “
"Let go," Keng breathed at his ear, voice rough and commanding. He wanted to feel him, wanted to feel him fall.
The way he said his name… the way he looked, completely vulnerable beneath him, it was driving Keng insane.
"Just like that" He bit down on Namping's shoulder and started moving his hand faster. The sound of their bodies connecting echoed around them, punctuating each gasped whimper and moan that left Namping. Every sound drove Keng closer to the edge.
"Be a good boy and let go," he murmured, and it was a command. "Show me how you fall apart for me, baby-"
The words were a spark, Namping arched, his entire body tensing as pleasure crashed over him. His release hit him hard, spilling over Keng’s fingers, his thighs trembling violently.
Keng watched, mesmerized, his thrusts stuttering as Namping clenched around him perfectly.
"Fuck.." His hips snapped forward once, twice then he buried himself deep with a choked groan, spilling inside him in thick, pulsing waves.
Panting, he collapsed over Namping’s back, pressing shaky kisses along his spine."So good for me," he mumbled against his skin, dazed, wrecked, ruined.
Keng rolled onto his back, pulling Namping with him, their sweat-slicked bodies still tangled together. He ran a shaky hand through Namping’s hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“…So,” he murmured, voice still hoarse, lips quirking into a lazy smirk.“Now you believe me when I say I was thinking about you all week?”
His thumb traced Namping’s lower lip, teasing but his eyes were soft, so damn fond. “Because I’m already thinking about next time.”
Namping smiled exhausted and cuddled himself up to Keng.”no one ever fucked me so well~ I can’t feel my legs “ he whispered, breathy.
He pressed a kiss on keng’s neck as he cuddled himself into it.
A shiver ran down Keng's spine, pleasure and pride warring for dominance inside him. To be the one who made his boyfriend feel this good...
He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Namping and pulling him closer.
"You're gonna be feeling this for days," he murmured, a possessive edge creeping into his tone. "Every step you take... every time you sit down... you'll remember who did that to you."
Namping smirked and nodded.”I’ll remember it~ “
Then he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on keng’s lip.”you did great~ .. did you enjoy your first time fucking a dude ?”.
Keng grinned, cocky, pleased and stole another kiss before pulling back.
"Enjoy it?" His thumb dragged along Namping’s bottom lip, gaze heated. "Baby, I ruined you. Of course I enjoyed it."
A beat. Then, softer "And it’s not just ‘a dude.’ It’s you." His smirk returned, playful.
"Which means you’re stuck with me now." He nipped at Namping’s earlobe. "Because I’m definitely doing that again."
Namping smirked and looked at Keng above him. He knew, there was no escape anymore. But be couldn’t complain. He wanted to be fucked by Keng just as bad as Keng want to fuck him.
“Just wait until we do other things than sex~ there is still so much to explore “ Namping said cooky.
Keng barked out a laugh, bright and unguarded, before flipping them, pinning Namping beneath him again.
"Oh? Other things?" His smirk turned downright devilish as he leaned down, lips brushing Namping’s ear. "Like me bending you over the kitchen counter? Or fucking you in the shower until your legs give out?"
A pause, then his voice dropped, rough with promise:
"Or maybe… you riding me slow until I lose my fucking mind?"
He pulled back just enough to catch Namping’s gaze, eyes alight with mischief. "Because trust me, babe~ we’re far from done." His thumb traced Namping’s kiss-swollen lips."And I plan on exploring every. Single. Inch.”
Namping felt a shiver of pleasure drove through him at each example named by Keng. Each made Namping imagine the said scenario.
“I actually talked about giving you a blowjob but.. these things sound even better~ “.
Keng's gaze darkened, his eyes flashing with heat as he pictured it vividly, Namping on his knees, looking up with those innocent eyes.
"Fuuuuck." He swallowed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, trying and failing to keep his thoughts from spiralling.
"Next time," he managed to rasp out, voice rough with desire. "Promise." His hands settled at Namping's waist, holding him down with a possessive grip.
"But first, I think we need a shower."
Before Namping could reply, Keng scooped him up in his arms in one smooth motion.
"Come on."
He carried Namping out of the bedroom, to the bathroom attached to it, all muscle, grace, and effortless strength.
Once they were inside, he set him down gently on the bathroom mat.
Then he leaned against the sink, crossing his arms as his gaze raked over him.
"...Can you stand okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Namping's spine. "Or are your jelly legs gonna give out?"
Namping managed a shaky smirk as he staggered to his feet. He was a little sore understatement of the century but he could still stand with some support.
"I'll manage, I think... barely," he replied, leaning a hip against an edge of the sink. His eyes drank in Keng's form, unabashedly tracing the defined muscles of his biceps and torso.
"Unless you feel like carrying me again," he added with a grin. "I definitely wouldn't mind being manhandled by you some more"
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Keng stood in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around his waist as he dried his hair but his gaze was locked on Namping as he watched him.
The younger man moved with an easy grace as he pulled on a clean pair of boxers which he stole from Keng. His body was still damp, droplets of water clinging to his skin.
Keng's gaze darkened, roaming over lean muscles and pale skin. A possessive heat coiled in his chest, a sharp need to claim what was his.
He couldn't help himself. Keng moved closer. He came up behind Namping, his body flushed against his back. His hands found Namping's waist, roaming over his skin possessive, but tender.
His lips grazed the side of Namping's neck, trailing hot kisses along the sensitive skin.
His low, rough voice was right in his ear, voice thick with desire."You look good in my clothes, y'know that?"
Namping smiled at Keng through the mirror.“thank you~“ he whispered shyly.
He can’t deny, he was feeling so soft right now. Full of love, full head over heels for his boyfriend.
Keng loved the way Namping looked like this, so soft and shy, completely at his mercy.
"You look even better when you're wearing nothing, though. You know that?" he murmured against his neck, his voice dropping lower, almost reverent.
His hands moved to Namping's hips, splaying over the smooth skin. He couldn't seem to get enough of touching him. "So soft," he whispered. "So perfect."
Namping smiled and turned around to face Keng. He leaned forward and pecked Keng’s lips.“i love you~ „
„I love you too~“