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Sea's not even entirely sure when it started. It sort of just came out of the blue one day and now Sea had no way to turn back.
Sea has a praise kink. But the thing is…it's only with Jimmy.
He'd never really thought about it, but he was almost certain that he'd never felt all warm inside when anyone else told him he'd done a good job, and he'd definitely never felt so shy to the point of not being able to look them in the eyes.
But then again, other than his parents, he hadn't heard all that many words of praise directed towards him.
But with Jimmy, it was a whole other story.
The first real moment Sea could say he truly recognised his little kink was after their final acting class together.
They'd gone with the rest of their acting group to dinner after their final session, of which admittedly was only one in five sessions Sea had actually attended.
He and Jimmy hadn't actually spoken at all prior, barely even looked one another in the eye, but tonight Sea was going to try to talk to him, like a normal person having a normal conversation with another normal person.
Or, that was his plan.
Though, that plan had derailed rather quickly when Sea ended up stumbling up the steps to the restaurant they were entering and crashing right into the body in front of him.
It's only when that hard body lets out a startled noise at his collision that Sea looks up to see who it actually was, hoping that it was his usual acting partner, Force and not the person he'd been terrified to speak to for months.
When Sea's head tilts up, he's met with a pair of deep brown eyes and a lean torso of which his own chest was pressed uncomfortably against from the position he fell.
Well, shit.
Jimmy Jitaraphol was looking down at him, concern etched upon his features while his arms extended instinctively to steady Sea, dragging him back up onto his two feet instead of half-pressed into Jimmy's side with a knee slammed into the concrete step below him.
"You okay?" Jimmy asks, eyes examining Sea's whole self. Sea's face was heating up swiftly, and he dutifully decided to blame it on the embarrassment of the incident rather than a bodily reaction to the softness of Jimmy's voice.
"I'm okay– ouch!" Sea starts only to yelp in pain when he puts pressure on the leg that had hit the floor, pain radiating through his knee.
"Doesn't look like you're okay. Come on, let me take you to the restroom so we can have a look at it." Jimmy asserts, already grabbing Sea's arm and murmuring something to their instructor before tugging Sea along carefully to the restrooms with an arm around his waist to help keep the pressure off of Sea's leg.
Luckily the restroom was empty and Jimmy helps Sea to the sinks.
"Can you lift your pant leg up past your knee for me?" Jimmy directs gently, already shifting into doctor-mode, a quality of Jimmy that had scared him from the start. Just knowing that he was a literal doctor, with years of medical experience as well as being an actor intimidated him.
Sea lets go of a shaky exhale and leans down to try and grasp at the cuff of his pant-leg but he winces as the fabric brushes over his knee when it grows taut with his movement.
"Here, let me." Jimmy half-kneels down in front of Sea and carefully begins to pull the material up Sea's leg.
"I'll be gentle, I promise." Jimmy assures when he glances up to see Sea's face scrunched up in anticipation for pain.
When Sea looks down at Jimmy, he's met with a soft pair of eyes and a disarming smile. Sea didn't know why but just by the integrity of his expression and words he knew he could trust this man, knew he would try his hardest not to hurt him.
Sea nods in consent for Jimmy to continue and Jimmy smiles appreciatively and then carefully glides the fabric up, past Sea's calf and pulls it away from the front of Sea's knee as he lifts it over until the cuff was fully past Sea's wounded knee.
"It looks like you grazed your knee on the fall earlier. There's also some bruising from the impact that will likely worsen over time, but it's nothing serious." Jimmy explains and Sea thinks he'll believe anything he says at this point.
"Luckily, I always keep some first aid equipment on me." Jimmy states and reaches into his holdall bag to pull out a small first aid box, flipping it open and pulling out a few supplies he'd need to clean and cover Sea's wound.
"Okay now, this is gonna sting a bit, but it won't last for long." Jimmy informs procedurally and Sea nods with a gulp and holds his breath when Jimmy applies an alcohol solution onto a cotton pad and brings it to his knee, gently gliding over the graze to clean it.
"You're doing great." Jimmy says offhandedly, whether as a distraction or as a genuine comment, but the words had Sea's thoughts swirling and his heart stuttering in his chest, and honestly it worked very well as a distraction because he could no longer even recognise the stinging in his knee, not that he was paying it any mind.
"And that's it. Well done." Sea's knee was already patched over with a sizable plaster and Jimmy was standing up, righting Sea's pant leg before packing away his supplies and moving to dispose of the dirty cleaning pad.
"I–I didn't even do anything." Sea managed to say in response and Jimmy just smiled.
"That's exactly what you did well. Even though it hurt, you sat through it to let me clean it easily." Jimmy expands and Sea blinks, his eyebrows scrunching up in his befuddlement.
"Anyway, we'd best join the others before they start ordering without us." Jimmy starts towards the door of the restroom and Sea stands there for a beat longer than necessary before he trails along behind Jimmy, his heart in his throat and his mind a muddle of abnormal thoughts.
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The day when P'X came to Sea to tell him that he'd be working with Jimmy as partners for an upcoming BL, Sea was both equally elated and terrified.
Turns out P'X could see their 'chemistry' or whatever and he decided to pair them up. And now here Sea was, sitting in a room with Jimmy and P'X to go over their characters for Vice Versa.
"Will you two be comfortable doing some workshops with one another to get to know each other and the characters more?" P'X had asked after they went over the basis of what they were expecting from them as Puen and Talay.
"Of course, Phi." Jimmy replies first.
"Yeah, that would be great." Sea follows with a response of his own as confidently as he could muster, though he could tell his nerves seeped into his tone by the way Jimmy glances at him, eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure him out.
When the two of them are left alone while P'X does some admin stuff with some other staff to book Sea and Jimmy into some workshops together, Jimmy comes over to sit beside Sea.
"Are you alright? Are you not confident about the role?" Jimmy asks, straight up and Sea was taken aback for a moment.
"What makes you think that?" Sea answers the question with a question of his own, deflecting: wary.
"Well, you seem nervous is all, anything you're concerned about?" Jimmy queries and Sea felt somewhat defensive. This man who was so much greater and more talented than him was prodding at his insecurities without even knowing it.
"Of course I'm nervous. I'm playing a main role, with you of all people." Sea splutters out suddenly, completely bypassing his internal morals, and it's silent for a moment.
When he looks up, he thinks he sees a flash of surprise on Jimmy's face, but he quickly schools it.
Fuck, he can't believe he just said that.
"I'm so sorry, I'm just…am I really good enough of an actor to play a role as demanding as this?" Sea sighs, his self-depreciation melting a path to his worries and putting them on direct display for Jimmy to bear witness to.
"Sea." Jimmy calls softly and Sea's head tips up on its own volition, teary eyes meeting a stern yet oddly comforting gaze.
"I think you're a great actor. In fact, I think you're the perfect person for this role. I've seen you act in 55.15 and you're by no means a 'bad actor'. You have so much great potential and I believe that P'X saw that in you the same way I do. Trust me, Sea, you have nothing to worry about." Jimmy declares, and by the end, Sea's tears were falling freely, just so overwhelmed by the words that have been uttered to him with such sincerity.
"But–you're so good, you deserve this role, and I'm just…me. You could have anyone else to play this role with you." Sea hiccups, using the backs of his hands to smudge over the wetness streaming down his face.
"Don't sell yourself short, Sea." Jimmy lifts a hand and places it upon Sea's shoulder. "It has to be you. You're Talay. I'm Puen. We are made for these roles. And we will get through this together." Jimmy continues, much closer to Sea, angling his face so that Sea could truly see that Jimmy meant the words he was saying.
And as much as his anxiety told him not to believe it, there was something within Sea, deep down that just knew he could trust him.
"Okay?" Jimmy asks when Sea's calmed down.
Sea nods a few times.
"Okay."
Since then, it was like clockwork.
Jimmy and Sea are in a workshop together, character building and Sea just can't seem to get a grasp on the right emotion he should be using for the sample scene they were acting out.
"Why are you doing this?" Sea (Talay) asks, standing across from Jimmy (Puen).
Jimmy walks towards Sea, expression clearly showing the character's surprise to see him, the pain he was feeling in the moment, the anticipation of what Talay would say.
"Why?" Sea continues, feeling just as confused as the character feels. "Just because I want to make movies. So you've gone out of your way to do this." His brows were furrowed, but his expression and words just felt too hollow. Sea himself could feel it.
"Because it's the only thing I get to do with you." Jimmy replies, tears already brimming in his eyes and Sea knew that his character would probably be tearing up too at this point, but he just can't seem to get it out.
"Wait." Sea cuts the dialogue off, breaking out of the scene entirely.
"I'm sorry. I just…i can't seem to gather the right emotion." Sea explains, defeated.
"It's alright. How about we take a break and come back in 10?" Their acting coach offers and everyone agrees.
Sea walks sluggishly over to a far corner in front of the mirrors, taking a good look at himself, thoughts already taking over;
'Why aren't you good enough?'
'Even Jimmy got it on the first try, why can't you?'
'Are you really made for acting?'
"Hey. I can see you're locked up in here, thought I'd come break you out." Jimmy pops up beside him, looking at him through his reflection in the mirror and Sea's confused for a moment before Jimmy elaborated by tapping at his own head.
"You're getting lost in your head again." Jimmy states more that observes.
"How can you tell?" Sea turns to face Jimmy properly.
"You have a look, but that's beside the point. What's got you so distracted?"
Sea sighs. He could never get a thing past this guy. He's too attentive for his own good.
"I'm just frustrated that I can't seem to get the emotion right."
"Honestly, Sea. I think you were doing just fine. From where I was standing, you were playing the exact emotion of Talay. Talay isn't the type to cry when faced with overwhelming emotions. Right now, Talay is confused, he doesn't get why Tun would do so much just for him." Jimmy gives a more in depth dissertation, and Sea listens intently, slowly realising that maybe it was all just in his head.
"Do you understand?"
"I–I think I do." Sea nods.
"You're doing great, Sea. Keep going." Jimmy praises, pats Sea on the shoulder and walks away back to where their acting coach was, presumably to ask about something or other.
Sea's eyes follow him, a warmth spreading through his chest, the words 'you're doing great' echoing around in his mind.
After that, these instances happened far too often for Sea's heart to handle.
Sea would do something Jimmy deems to be 'praise worthy' and says things that leave Sea with a reeling mind and a strange heaviness in his chest.
"Well done, Nong, that's a great idea." He'd say after Sea speaks up to input his thoughts on something new he could do for his character.
"You did a good job today." Jimmy'd smile at him, patting him on the shoulder once after they'd wrapped up a particularly good recording day.
"Don't beat yourself up, Sea. You did your best, and in my opinion, you did incredibly well and I'm proud of you." He'd comfort when Sea felt like he could have done better.
"Your voice is beautiful, where'd you learn to sing like that?" Jimmy'd utter in awe when he hears Sea sing for the first time while practicing the opening song for the series.
"You can play guitar as well? You're so talented." He'd gaze openly at Sea's hands as they strum each string, encouraging him to continue.
And every single time, Sea felt like he was going to burst. From what exactly, he had no idea.
It was clear to him that he was…attracted to Jimmy. To be honest he'd been crushing on him hardcore since the first time Jimmy cleaned his wound for him after bumping into him.
But this feeling was different. He felt really good to be called nice things by him and to hear Jimmy's voice praise him like he actually meant it.
And in the lonely nights when Sea is staring at his ceiling his thoughts begin to drift.
How would it feel to hear Jimmy call him a 'good boy'?
Sea had managed to keep his crush and his little kink hidden for nearly five whole years and he intended to keep it that way.
There was no way Jimmy could know about this. About the way he felt about him. He just couldn't cross that line. No matter what his heart was telling him. He was convinced that Jimmy wouldn't reciprocate and he'd be alone forever. Sea wasn't going to take that risk.
But now, there was a little issue. And honestly, Jimmy was the only one qualified, literally medically qualified to help him.
Sea had an unknown rash on his face, one that was itchy and red, and spread all across the right side of his face and even below his chin.
He was certain he hadn't eaten anything that would have caused an allergic reaction, he was super careful recently. So he really couldn't figure out what may have caused it or even how to treat it.
He'd actually tried calling Dr. Poppy first, but she'd told him that she wouldn't be free to help him at the moment and so she suggested Sea call Jimmy.
Of course she would. She was one of the only people to know about Sea's feelings towards Jimmy and she'd tease him every moment she got. But this time, Sea knew it was a genuine consult. Jimmy was the best in the clinic, and he was already close to him. It gave him the advantage of a lifetime.
So, Sea decided to just suck up his issues and call him. Purely professionally of course.
Jimmy answers on the second ring.
"Sea, what's wrong? You never call me when I'm at work."
Oh shit, yeah. Jimmy was still at the clinic.
"Um it's nothing major or anything, and I know you've been pretty booked recently, but do you have an appointment free at all?" Sea just gets on with it, he didn't want to take up too much of Jimmy's time.
"Why, what's it about? Are you alright?" Jimmy concerns and Sea's heart does that weird jumpy thing again.
"I'm fine, it's not urgent…I think. It's just, I have a rash showing up on my face and I'm not sure what it's from." Sea explains the issue, nibbling on his lip anxiously as he waits for Jimmy's response.
"Hm, I see. Well, I don't have any free space for another couple weeks, but from what you've told me, it should be looked at fairly soon. Are you free tonight?" Jimmy enquires clinically, but with that soft tone that he typically only used when speaking to Sea.
"Uhh, did someone cancel?" Sea's brows scrunch in confusion. He thought Jimmy wasn't free.
"No, I mean after work. If you'd like I could drop by and have a look at it myself? You're at your condo tonight right?"
Sea looks around himself as if he'd magically be somewhere else.
"Yeah."
"Perfect. I'll come by at around 9, I'll be finishing a little later today if you don't mind the wait." Jimmy says, a hint of finality in the words. Jimmy will be coming over. And Sea will let him.
"As long as it's not too much out of your way, Hia. I don't wish to bother you like this." Sea hates nothing more than to be a burden to someone, especially Jimmy.
"It's no problem, Sea. When it comes to you, I'll always be there. No matter the issue."
Sea nearly chokes on his breath. He could hear the gentle smile through the phone.
"Thank you, Hia. I should let you get back to work now." Sea says much quicker than he'd planned, hoping Jimmy would get the message and get back to work so he can panic in peace.
"Right. I'll give you a call when I'm on my way, alright?" Jimmy informs.
"Okay, Hia. See you later, and thank you again." Sea expresses his thanks for Jimmy's help once again, though he knows he probably sounds like a broken record by now.
"Stop thanking me, Sea. I'll see you later." Jimmy chuckles, amused, Sea was always like this, ever appreciative and apologetic to a fault.
They finally hang up and Sea drags down at the top of his screen on his phone to look at the time. It was already 8PM.
Peering around at the space around him, Sea mentally made the decision to clean up his room a bit, even though he was never much of a messy person, he just didn't want Jimmy to think he had a cluttered home.
He always craved Jimmy's opinion after all.
Nearly an hour later, Jimmy calls like he said he would to say he was driving over, the Bangkok traffic having quieted down in the evening hours, and he turns up only 20 minutes later.
"Hi Hia. Come in." Sea greets him at the door and upon inviting him in he courteously offers him a drink and some leftovers from the dinner he'd made for himself—still warm—knowing that Jimmy wouldn't have had time to eat after returning from the clinic.
Jimmy accepts both kindly, taking a seat at the table while Sea excused himself to wash up while Jimmy eats. In reality he needed a few minutes to get himself in check.
A little bit later, when they're both more comfortable and Jimmy's settled in a bit, Jimmy gets Sea to sit up on the kitchen counter as the best lighting came from the overhead light there.
Sea does as told, hopping up onto the island while Jimmy goes to the kitchen sink to thoroughly wash his hands.
"I don't have any gloves with me, but I promise my hands are clean. Did you wash your face?" Jimmy questions when he returns to Sea, standing in front of him, already too close for Sea's heart to withstand.
"Yes, Hia." Sea nods, hoping that Jimmy couldn't see the way his throat bobs as he swallows his saliva.
"Good. Let's get started, then." Jimmy steps a little closer into Sea's space.
"Can you tilt your head up for me?" Jimmy directs and Sea does as told, tipping his head back and allowing the light from overhead to wash over his face. He couldn't see it, but he could feel Jimmy's eyes on him as they scour across his face.
Jimmy hums affirmingly.
"Now look at me." Sea doesn't even have to think, he just mindlessly follows Jimmy's orders like a puppet on a string, dropping his head back down to face Jimmy head on.
He's finally allowed a proper visual of Jimmy's eyes as they examine each section of his face, gaze lingering on his right cheek, where the rash had spread the most, an angry red painting his skin, and the urge to itch suddenly felt stronger.
"Turn your head to the right for me." Jimmy points to Sea's right and Sea's thankful for the shift in position, the feeling of Jimmy's assessing gaze was getting too hard to handle.
"Good, and now to your left." Sea looks to his left and after a few moments Jimmy hums again at the back of his throat. That sound shouldn't have sounded as hot as it did, but Sea swallows dryly, and attempts to erase the passing thoughts from his mind.
"Good job." Jimmy praises and Sea exhales on a shaky breath, the oxygen escaping from his brain, leaving him feeling a little lightheaded.
"I'm just gonna have a closer look." Jimmy informs and Sea simply nods his assent, not trusting himself with words.
Jimmy scoots himself in even closer, practically slotting himself between Sea's legs, of which Sea subconsciously parts in accommodation.
You're making matters worse for yourself, Sea, dammit.
"Once again, I want you to tilt your head up for me. I'd like to get a good look at the redness along your jawline here." Jimmy talks him through what he was doing, unaware of his effects on Sea. Though for all Sea knew, maybe Jimmy was aware.
"Very good, Sea. You're doing a great job. Is it alright if I touch you?" Sea nearly has a heart attack, he swears.
"Mhm." Sea attempts in response, though it just sounded like a strangled whimper. His cheeks grow incredibly warm as his eyes meet Jimmy's. Nothing in his expression seemed to reveal any of Jimmy's thoughts to him, so he hoped to God that maybe Jimmy hadn't heard it.
Though with their proximity, he doubts that hypothesis.
"Thank you." Sea almost forgot what he'd even been granting permission for in the first place until Jimmy's cool fingertips met the heated skin of his cheeks, gently prodding and feeling over the area of the rash.
"Okay, the bumps are not too raised, which is a good sign." Jimmy says, more so voicing his thoughts than telling Sea. He's not mentioning anything else, so maybe Jimmy didn't notice the added flush of warmth in his cheeks.
"Though, your skin is a little warm."
Sea's heart jumps into his throat. Okay, so he definitely noticed.
"Let me just check some of your vitals, just the normal ones like your heart rate, your breathing patterns. I don't have my stethoscope with me, so I'll have to do this by ear, if you don't mind." Jimmy pulls his hands away from Sea's face.
"G–go ahead." Get it together, Sea. This is embarrassing.
Sea thought for a moment that he'd seen the flicker of a smirk rise to Jimmy's lips, but maybe he was just imagining things.
Jimmy lowers his head to Sea's chest and Sea quite literally holds his breath. He knew damn well that this wasn't how biology worked, but maybe it was worth a try if only to make his heart beat a little slower.
"Hm, your heartbeat's a little fast." Dammit.
"Well…you're really close." Sea chokes out and Jimmy leans up, but doesn't return to his previous position. In fact, his face was even closer than before, his nose a breath away from Sea's.
"I've been closer than this and your heart's never beaten quite as fast as it is right now." Jimmy mentions and Sea really can't think of a retort for that one.
Jimmy clears his throat after a moment, pulling back and giving Sea a little breathing room.
"Have you been drinking water?" Jimmy asks, completely normal, and Sea had to take a second to register the question before answering.
"Yes, Hia." He affirms with a nod.
"Good. And have you eaten anything out of the ordinary recently?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well it doesn't look to be anything of concern. Seems to me that it's likely caused by heat. You have been out in the sun a lot recently. Have you been applying sunscreen like I directed?" Jimmy enquires and Sea stops short of the 'yes' that was about to exit his lips and he rewinds the last few days in his mind.
"Oh, um…I admit I had forgotten a couple of times…" Sea trails off, his lips closing bashfully between his teeth like he feared he was about to be reprimanded.
"Sea…" Jimmy tips his head, gaze soft yet stern at the same time.
"I'm sorry Hia, it's just that we've been so busy recently and I always forget to put it in my bag." Sea pouts, looking down sorrowfully like a kid that's just been found with his hand in the cookie jar.
"It's alright. From now on, you come to me. I always keep these things with me, I don't mind sharing if it's with you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, Sea." Jimmy replies easily. Sea just sort of stares at him, not knowing what to say at this new information. Jimmy seems to take note of this and diverts the conversation back to the situation at hand.
"Alright. Well, my recommendation for this," Jimmy gestures vaguely to Sea's rash. "Is to stay indoors as much as possible, drink some more fluids, since we sweat most of the water we consume out when in direct heat from the sun. Apply sunscreen and shield your face as much as possible when outside. Understand?" Jimmy instructs and Sea nods seriously.
"Yes, Hia. I promise I'll listen."
"That's a good boy." Jimmy smiles and Sea feels a shiver run down his spine, shaking his whole nervous system to the core, a warmth spreading in the pit of his stomach the second he registers those words.
Jimmy's eyes narrow for a split second and he openly assesses Sea's reaction, gaze dropping to Sea's lap where the younger's thighs were pressed together tightly and there was a distinct tenting in his shorts, Sea's hands unknowingly gripping at the edge of the countertop.
"Hm, well that's one thing sorted. Though it seems to me that there's something else that needs my attention." Jimmy ponders aloud and Sea's brows furrow in confusion.
"H–huh? What do you mean?" Sea peers anxiously at Jimmy, fearing that maybe there was some other medical emergency he spotted that Sea didn't know about.
Jimmy nods down to Sea's lap and that's when Sea notices it.
Oh fuck, that's never happened before.
Maybe it's just a weird side effect of this rash. Yeah, surely that's it. It has nothing to do with Jimmy or his constant words of praise at all. Totally not at all caused by being called a 'good boy' by the person he'd been crushing on for years.
"There's only one way to test this." Jimmy advances towards Sea again, maintaining eye contact as he comes in close, invading Sea's space and his senses so intimately and Sea holds his breath when Jimmy ducks his head down by Sea's ear, his lips brushing against his earlobe.
"Good boy."
A whimper slips through Sea's lips before he could stifle it.
Jimmy hums deeply, knowingly before pulling back to face Sea properly.
"Tell me, Sea. There's only one thing I want to know. Do you react this way when others praise you, or is it just me?" Jimmy questions, voice nearly an octave deeper and there was a certain darkness within his eyes.
"H–how did you know?" Sea swallows, adrenaline flooding through his veins and he doesn't know whether to fight this or surrender.
"That's not an answer to my question, Sea."
Sea looks away, unable to meet that unwavering gaze any longer but Jimmy grabs onto his chin and guides his head back into place, forcing Sea to look at him.
"I'm not trying to embarrass you, Sea. I just need to know." Jimmy explains, tone softer now, assuring.
"It's only you. It's always been you, Hia." Sea whispers, helpless to say anything but the truth when Jimmy was looking at him like this, speaking to him like he was the only person in the world, and the only thing that mattered to him right now was Sea.
"Good. 'cause I don't want anyone else to see you like this." Jimmy confesses, eyes and voice brimming with so much honesty and infatuation as he examines Sea's expression, eyes darting between each of Sea's eyes, and flicking to his lips for a split second.
"Can I kiss you?" Jimmy asks breathlessly, though he remains still, feet staying firmly planted upon the tiled ground beneath him, allowing just enough space for Sea to escape if he really wanted to.
Good thing that would never happen.
"Please," Sea pleads, eyes wide and glistening with a vulnerability that he hadn't shown in a long time, opening himself completely bare, entirely under Jimmy's mercy.
A flicker of relief passes behind Jimmy's eyes, and he exhales, mouth twitching up into a soft smile and he closes the distance between them, slotting himself fully between Sea's legs and taking Sea's mouth with his own.
Gentle hands roam freely over Sea's body; from his waist, gliding up over each ridge of his spine until his fingers widen to cup over his shoulderblades. And then one hand was in his hair, guiding Sea's head however he wanted him.
After years of kissing one another, Sea thought he'd be used to the feeling of Jimmy's rough yet soft lips against his, the wet, dirty sensation of his tongue twisting with his own, the suction of pure unhindered hunger, almost as if he was trying to eat him whole.
God, he just couldn't get enough.
Sea whines when Jimmy's lips retract abruptly, Sea's hands grasping hurriedly at Jimmy's arms and back, wanting him to remain as close as physically possible.
"God, look at you. Already falling apart just from a few words of praise. You're leaking sweetheart…" Jimmy coos as he takes a good gander at Sea, his flushed face, glossy eyes and slickened lips before dropping his attention to Sea's crotch where a visible wet spot seeped through the material.
"You want to be my good boy so badly don't you, Sea?"
Sea quite literally moans at the words, head falling limp upon the firm safety of Jimmy's broad shoulder, Jimmy's fingers stroking the hair at the nape of his neck comfortingly.
"Hm? Does Nong Sea like being Hia's good boy?" Jimmy hums with a certain fondness underlining his gravelly tone, and Sea whines, nodding into Jimmy's shoulder, fingers gripping weakly at Jimmy's sleeves.
"Yes. Wanna be good for you Hia," Sea admits through a breathless whisper, voice vaguely muffled by the material of Jimmy's shirt where his mouth pressed against it.
"Come here." Jimmy, without warning, places his hands upon Sea's hips, gently dragging Sea to the edge of the counter where he then grabs the backs of Sea's thighs, just above his knees, long legs instinctively wrapping around Jimmy's waist, his body already knowing where Jimmy was going with this.
Now cradled safely within Jimmy's arms, Jimmy removes Sea from atop of the counter fully and carries him over into the living room where Jimmy backs himself up to the edge of the sofa, sitting down upon the plush cushions, simultaneously pulling Sea into his lap with legs folded, straddling Jimmy's thighs.
"What are you gonna do?" Sea asks nervously. Now that this seemed to be headed somewhere beyond the point of no return, Sea's anxiety quickly heightened with a growing fear that Jimmy may regret this appearing at the forefront of his mind.
"I won't do anything unless you tell me I can." Jimmy states seriously, a gentle palm reaching up to cradle Sea's cheek, thumb caressing tenderly beneath his eye, right over Sea's distinct mole.
"Hia can do anything to me."
"That's real sweet of you, darling. But I'm not going to rush into this so quickly, alright?"
"But why? Do you not want me?" Sea pouts and Jimmy shakes his head in clear opposition.
"Sea, i want you so fucking bad. That's the problem. I'm afraid I'll hurt you, or do something you may not like." Jimmy confessed, gaze soft and touch even softer as he held Sea's face in his hands like he was holding the entire world there between his palms.
"But, what if I want you to do something?"
"How about this? Tonight, I'll take care of this for you." Jimmy's gaze falls down to Sea's lap before returning to Sea's face. "But only this."
"What about you? Doesn't Hia want to cum too?" Sea grinds down into Jimmy's crotch, feeling that distinct hardness pressing against his ass.
"Sea–" Jimmy groans and his hands come down to grip onto Sea's hips tightly, holding him still and forbidding him to make any more movements.
"Please touch me?" Sea begs so prettily, bottom lip pushed out and wide eyes glittering with need.
Jimmy's self restraint was slipping, quickly. And it's mere seconds before Jimmy is pulling Sea down into another ravenous, passionate kiss, each of them pouring out every ounce of emotion within their souls and completely surrendering themselves to one another.
With Jimmy's free hand, he reaches between their bodies, rucking Sea's t-shirt up his stomach before pushing his hand past the waistband of Sea's shorts, his hand wrapping around Sea's length and pulling it free.
Sea gasps, lips ripping away from Jimmy's when the pad of Jimmy's thumb rubs over his slit, collecting the vast amount of pre-cum, then using his palm to twist over the head in one slick motion, spreading the slickness down his shaft.
Sea chokes on a moan, hips stuttering, bucking up into Jimmy's hand while his own hands grip tightly at Jimmy's shoulders, fingertips digging in almost painfully.
"H–hia!" Sea whimpers and Jimmy gently shushes him, continuing his filthy motions and continuing to wring every kind of sound Sea could make, every gasp, every moan, every stuttering breath. He wanted to hear them all.
Jimmy peers down between them both for a moment, and suddenly Jimmy's hand was letting go of Sea.
"W–wha–" Sea looks down just in time to see Jimmy pulling himself out of his own pants, his thick cock dripping nearly as much as Sea was. And fuck, Sea wanted him in his mouth.
But before he could request anything, Jimmy grabs onto Sea's hips and tugs him closer, until they were flush together, their lengths meeting with a friction so nasty that Sea could have cum right then.
Without warning, Jimmy takes the same hand that has been on Sea just moments ago and his fingers wrap around them both, and the moan that came from Sea was downright depraved.
"You look so fucking pretty like this, my good boy." Jimmy praises through his own laboured breaths and quiet groans of pleasure while his hand glides up and down them both while simultaneously canting his hips up now and then so that their cocks would grind up against one another.
Sea couldn't help the way his body shook and trembled in Jimmy's lap, the way his hands roved around to grab at anything he could get a hold of to ground himself, head tipped back and back arched in a way that pushed out his chest, unconstrained whines and whimpers falling through his heavily bitten lips.
"Look at yourself, sweetheart. Writhing in my lap. You just can't control yourself can you?" Jimmy teases gently, sweetly while his free hand travels up Sea's body until his palm cupped the back of Sea's neck, forcing Sea's head down to look at him.
"Can you be a good boy for me, Sea?"
Sea nods profusely, tears brimming in his waterline and chest heaving with wet breaths as he tries to focus on Jimmy's words through the unrelenting motions of Jimmy's hand stroking steadily over his sensitive cock, aching with the need for release.
"Then be my good boy, and cum for me." Jimmy orders, his hand gliding expertly over their cocks, and with one final twist of his wrist, Sea was spilling all over them, body wracked with tremors and gasping moans that sounded as if they were ripped straight from his soul.
"F–fuck, Sea," Jimmy moans out as he reaches his own orgasm, their cum painting his hand and further slickening their cocks as he strokes them through it.
Sea collapses forward into Jimmy, his head falling weightlessly upon his shoulder, soft whines of overstimulation, and gentle shifts of his hips drawing Jimmy's motions to a halt, and they stay there, their panting breaths all that could be heard as Jimmy holds Sea close.
"Good boy." Jimmy whispers into Sea's ear and Sea smiles tiredly into Jimmy's shoulder, a different kind of warmth flooding through him.
Maybe this little kink wasn't such a problem after all…