WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 45: A Night of Forever Love
Daotok
The last image I remember is his arms wrapped around me, the sweet taste of his kiss, the touch full of love, and the warmth of our bodies, before I lost consciousness from exhaustion.
I opened my eyes in the familiar embrace, him already awake, holding me. The first sensation after moving my body was a sharp pain running throughout, especially in my hips, spreading to my lower back.
“How do you feel?” the person in front of me asked gently, brushing the hair from my face.
“…It hurts.”
“Well, after last night.”
“Uh.”
I answered softly, finding myself wearing only a large white shirt. He must have cleaned me up last night. The dirty bed sheet had been changed too.
“What time is it?”
“Afternoon.” His answer made me raise my eyebrows; did I sleep that long…Hmm, but thinking about last night, it wasn’t surprising, and remembering the events, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, inadvertently bowing my head in bashfulness.
…It was such a good first time that I couldn’t even describe it.
I could only say that I was very happy it was with him and glad to have given everything to him.
“What’s wrong, why are you bowing your head?”
“…Last night, …was it okay?” I asked in a whisper, embarrassed, wanting to know if the sex had satisfied him. “If I said it wasn’t okay, huh?”
“I…I’ll do better next time.”
I heard him chuckle a bit, mood light, hugging me tighter before pressing his lips firmly against mine, lingering for a moment before pulling away.
“It was great, I was so happy, so happy I didn’t know what to do with it.” His eyes shone brightly with a beautiful smile. I smiled back and raised my hand to stroke his cheek.
“I was very happy too.”
“You’re so adorable it’s unbelievable, how am I so lucky?” He murmured as if talking to himself, taking my hand from his cheek and kissing it. “Want to shower?”
“…I don’t think I can stand up.”
“Let’s shower together then.”
“No. Not that.”
“Why?”
“…” I didn’t answer immediately because I didn’t know how to say it. If we showered together and he got aroused again, in my current state, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“I won’t do anything, let’s rest first.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then let’s go take a shower.”
“Sure.” He answered cheerfully, lifting me up and walking into the bathroom, setting me down on the counter next to the sink. Arthit was shirtless, only in pants, which brought back memories from last night. I inadvertently bit my lip; he turned to grab a toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and filled a glass with water for me. I looked at him, puzzled, for a moment before I understood, rinsed my mouth, spat into the sink, and took the toothbrush.
“…” I looked at him, confused again when he didn’t hand me the toothbrush.
“Open your mouth.”
“I can brush my teeth myself.”
“Open your mouth, quick.”
I opened my mouth as Arthit instructed, letting him brush my teeth for me. It was the first time someone had done something like this for me, feeling strange and embarrassingly delightful.
“Uh!” I let out a small sound.
“Sorry, did I poke your gums?”
“Yeah.”
Although he seemed a bit awkward, he was very attentive. Once done, I rinsed again before he took off my oversized shirt. I raised my arms, doing my duty; as soon as I was completely naked, his eyes began to roam over me, making me try to cover up with my hands and legs, but I couldn’t move much due to back pain.
Looking down, I saw that my chest was covered in red kiss marks.
“What are you doing?” I asked, startled when he suddenly spread my legs.
“Cleaning off the medicine.”
“Medicine?”
“Yeah, you bled last night, so I put medicine on it. But before you soak in water, we need to clean off the remaining medicine.”
I didn’t respond because I was speechless. I wasn’t sure whether to be shocked by the mention of bleeding or by him about to clean the medicine off. Before I knew it, he was using a damp cloth to wipe the area behind. I raised my hand to cover my face to escape the embarrassment; as soon as the cool cloth touched me, I flinched, but he continued wiping for a bit before stopping. I lowered my hand from my face, taking a deep breath to compose myself.
He quickly took off his pants, his large erection standing up just like last night, making me turn away instinctively, my face heating up and my heart beating faster without control.
He reached out to scoop me up again before we both got into the bath that had just been filled halfway with warm water still flowing in. I leaned back against his strong chest, the tub was wide enough for both of us to be comfortable.
“This way, you could call yourself my wife.”
“…Huh, really?”
“Yeah, wife.”
“Hmm?”
“Say you accept it.”
“Why…wouldn’t I accept it? So last night was just a one-night stand then?”
“Cruel, you’d sleep with me and then leave?”
“If I said it was like that, really, then I’d be very cruel.” I turned to squint at him; he was smiling cheerfully, his arms loosely wrapped around my waist.
“Oh, then I’ll make it so you can’t get enough of me.” I didn’t respond, just playfully pinched his arm.
“Don’t do this with anyone else, okay?”
“Huh? You think I would do this with someone else?”
“I’m just saying, no cheating because if you do, I really won’t stand for it.” “Ever since I first liked you, I haven’t been with anyone else.” His voice came from beside my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder in a coaxing manner, “I love you so much I can’t even think straight, why would I have anyone else? I can’t even get hard watching porn anymore.”
“…”
“Why the pinch?” He complained after I pinched him harder.
“Because you’re being annoying.”
“Well, it’s true, but sometimes, just holding you makes me hard, the proof is pressing against your back right now.” He spoke, which made me feel even more embarrassed and my heart beat even faster. Truthfully, I had felt for a while now that something was hardening, pressing against my back.”
“Make it go down already.”
“It’s difficult. You’re completely naked.”
“But don’t do anything, okay?”
“I know, I’m not that heartless, considering your condition.” He said. At this point, the warm water had reached about half the bathtub, and soaking in it made me feel much more relaxed, “And do you feel uncomfortable? Headache, fever?”
“No. Just pain.”
“Good, because your body isn’t hot. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought you here to soak.” He said. We sat in the tub until it was full, he reached over to turn off the faucet, then leaned back to relax again, one hand holding mine, caressing it on the water’s surface.
“Was last night too rough?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, you were moaning so hoarsely.”
“…”
“But you can’t avoid it. You’re my wife now, you were prepared for this, right?” “Uh.” I nodded slightly, moving a bit so my chin and mouth dipped under the water. The warm temperature, his body, our skins touching, and then there was that part of him, it couldn’t help but make me feel nervous.
“How prepared were you?”
“I…I know what kind of person you are.”
“What kind?”
“Lustful.”
He burst into loud laughter.
“Yeah. If you don’t adapt quickly, you’ll be in trouble.”
“Will…um, will you do it like last night often?”
“Let’s say every night.”
“Are you crazy?” I said immediately without thinking. Even if I said I was prepared, everything that happened last night far exceeded my expectations. If it happened every day, my body definitely wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“It’s okay, your body will gradually get used to it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Ah…um.”
“What’s with the um?”
“I…I’ll try harder.” I mumbled, he turned my face towards him, pressing his lips against mine, his hot tongue quickly invading, swirling around. I opened my eyes wide in surprise before closing them, kissing him back instantly, our tongues entwining, the intense kiss making me feel like I was drowning again.
It was a while before he pulled away from the kiss, my tongue still yearning for the taste of his, inadvertently following his movement. The wet trail of saliva showed how passionately we kissed, my whole body felt hotter than the warm water in the tub.
“You’re teasing me again.”
“We just kissed.”
“Do you like it?”
“Uh.”
“Like this, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“No, you have to hold back.”
“Understood, so, are we getting out?”
“Uh.” I nodded, slowly moving away to let him get out of the tub first. He put on his pants, then came back to lift me out of the bath, helping me stand in front of the bathroom mirror to dry off and put on a fresh shirt.
He carried me to sit on the bed before turning to walk out.
“Where are you going?”
“Just need to take care of myself a bit.” He answered, my eyes glanced down to see something still hard under his pants, not calming down. I bit my lip tight, averted my gaze, my face and ears turning red, raising my hand to grab his wrist.
“Uh…do you want me to help?”
“Huh? Help how?” He asked with interest, turning back to me on the bed. “I…well.” I didn’t answer because it was too embarrassing to say, scratching my cheek in embarrassment, looking up at him standing there. He smirked mischievously.
“Do you know how?”
“Uh, uh, I thought…”
“Yeah, go ahead.” He permitted, moving closer. I took a deep breath, raising both hands to the waistband of his long pants, slowly pulling them down. His large, erect member sprang out immediately. I was slightly taken aback by how close it was to my face.
Even though I was the one who asked, it didn’t mean I wasn’t embarrassed. I had to gather a lot of courage; after all, I was the one who made him like this. Plus, with me here, he didn’t need to take care of it himself anymore.
When I said I was prepared, it wasn’t just words. I truly studied, including how to use my mouth to please him, and of course, I had zero experience, but I would do my best to satisfy him.
But seeing its size and length, I was pretty sure I couldn’t take it all into my mouth. I started to feel a bit hesitant.
I slowly extended my tongue to touch its tip, using one hand to hold the base. This was the first time I had touched it, and it was much more than what I had seen. My hand couldn’t fully wrap around it due to its size. I licked it slowly all over, opened my mouth, taking the tip in, moving up and down with my hand at the base. The thought of his member in my mouth made me even more embarrassed, my stomach churning. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to avoid my teeth touching his sensitive area, flicking my tongue around the head and shaft, sucking with a rhythm.
I pushed as deep as I could until it hit my throat, moving in and out quickly with my hand, pulling back to lick from the base, covering it with my saliva, licking up and down as if thirsty. He made a small hissing sound, which encouraged me further.
His personal scent wafted into my nose. At that moment, I could barely think; my mind was going blank, following my own rhythm until my focus was shattered when he used his hand to push my head to move faster. His force made it hit deep into my throat, nearly making me choke.
“Uh, uh…uh.” tears flowed without me realizing it, probably because I almost choked several times. Its length inevitably went down my throat. I glanced up to meet his sharp gaze.
“…Mm.” His face was slightly flushed, probably because he was feeling good, his breathing was rapid, and he let out a low moan, letting me know that what I was doing wasn’t bad at all.
He took over controlling the pace. I didn’t resist and tried not to choke, my mouth was getting very tired from being careful with my teeth.
“Mm…ah, good, lick it more.”
I licked the tip as he instructed, sucking with force until it made an embarrassing sound, with fluid leaking out. I took it all in, he moved his hips quickly, opposite to the rhythm of the hand pushing my head, the force from his thrusts making me choke even more.
“Ah, uh.” My breathing quickened, feeling myself getting aroused along with him. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since I used my mouth on him, when he quickly pulled out and white, cloudy fluid spurted onto my face. He looked startled before rushing to grab a cloth to wipe it off.
Some of it got on the corner of my mouth. I licked it off.
“Why did you swallow it?”
“Why not, Arthit you swallowed mine too.”
“…”
He furrowed his brows without answering, cleaning up the white, cloudy residue on himself. His face turned slightly red, seeming unsure of what to do, which made me laugh.
“What are you smiling at?”
“It’s sweet.”
“…Fuck.” He covered his mouth with his hand, laughing heartily, “Want to taste it again?”
“Would you let me?”
“You, you…aren’t you going too far? I asked first.”
“Ha ha.” I laughed at his reaction. He pulled his pants back on, gently stroking my head.
“Thank you, you tried hard.”
“If Arthit is happy, that’s good.”
He bent down to kiss my left and then right cheek before turning to walk into the bathroom. I watched him go, puzzled.
“…Oh. Did I do it badly?” I asked worriedly, just noticing something hardening under his pants again.
“No, it’s just that I can’t calm down in just one round.”
“I can do it again.” I said, frowning. He smiled indulgently.
“No need, don’t force yourself.”
“I’m not forcing myself at all. I want to.”
“I was meaning you’ve never done it before, let’s leave it for now. This is good enough.”
“Uh.” I nodded. He disappeared into the bathroom for a while. I slowly moved back to lie down on the bed, reached out to grab some water to drink, feeling my mouth and throat sore, not to mention the aches all over my body. Even the slightest movement hurts.
The smell of the new bedsheet was clean and fresh. I lay down, picking up my phone for a quick check, something I do every morning when I wake up. We became official on social media from the very first day we agreed to date, and it certainly made my social media notifications chaotic. People I didn’t know before kept sending friend requests, some were his friends, others were strangers, but I didn’t like having unknown people on my profile, so I decided not to accept any. His Instagram was starting to fill up with pictures of me, clearly indicating our relationship status. North told me that many of his friends who had tried to flirt with me were grumbling about it. He also mentioned that whenever we went out, more people were looking at me.
I had already told my family about us. My grandparents knew he was courting me because my dad had told them. When we officially started dating, my Papa and Grandma Puangthong said that if there was a chance, they’d like to meet him; no one objected to our relationship. Moreover, Grandma Puangthong even looked at our horoscopes and said our stars matched very well.
He came out of the bathroom after nearly half an hour, got onto the bed, and immediately pulled me into a hug, glancing at the screen of my phone which I was staring at.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking work.”
“How’s it going?”
“The last job went through, there should be no issues.”
“Good, are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“What should we order?”
“Up to you.”
“Deciding ‘up to you’ is hard.” He said while picking up his own phone to browse, opening the food delivery app to scroll through the restaurants. I slowly turned to lean against his arm and helped look for a place to order from.
“Would a hamburger be good? There’s a deal with a free Coke.”
“That’s fine.”
“Then let’s go with this.”
“Uh.”
“What do you want?”
“Pork burger.”
“Okay.”
“Can I order without the crispy bread?”
“Why?”
“I don’t like crispy hamburger buns.”
“You’re crazy, they just toast them to make them crispy, that’s all.”
“I like them soft.”
“Damn. Ever since the fried chicken movie, you don’t like anything crispy?” “Yeah, it hurts my gums, and my gums are pretty sensitive.”
“Poor you.” He chuckled slightly, “Then try typing to tell them no crispy bread.” “Uh.”
“Okay, order now.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, wait.” He said, suddenly remembering, slowly helping me sit up on the bed before going to fetch the laptop from the table.
“What is it?”
“My song, the one I said I’d let you listen to once we were officially dating.” “Oh.” I answered, recalling. His song had been finished for a while, but he said he wanted us to be dating before he would let me hear it. So I had been eagerly waiting, and now I couldn’t help but feel excited. In just a moment, the beat of the song started to play.
The genre was EDM. No, lighter and not as heavy as EDM, more like House, with a groove that was quite pleasant to listen to, the melody being quite catchy, I thought.
“Tropical house?” I raised my eyebrows in question, he smiled with satisfaction and nodded before his voice came through. I listened intently, his deep, low voice perfectly fitting the song. From the first time I heard him, I knew he was one of the best singers, and now, with his voice in this perfectly tailored song, it was even more complete.
Realizing this was a song he made for me made me feel indescribably happy. The lyrics spoke of a man wandering lost until he came across a group of stars shining brightly. He looked up at them for a long time until those stars fell upon him.
“All those stars fell down on me, this is the second time I knew love.
I saw you standing in front of me, not too far to hold your hand.
Your eyes bring me back to December, moonlight, warm fire, night of forever love.
And wherever with you, I’m home.
The stars fell upon me; this is the second time I’ve known love.
I saw you standing in front of me. Not too far to hold your hand.
Your eyes took me back to December, the moon’s light, the warm fire, a night of eternal love.
And being with you…no matter where…I feel like I’m coming home.” These lyrics made me smile broadly without realizing it, the second time feeling love because the first love was between my father and mother. December was when I lost my mother, that night when my family gathered around the fire, making that night his eternal love night, and as the song suggests, my eyes must have made him feel the same way.
“How was it?” He asked when the song finished.
“Uh, good, beautiful, very beautiful, and the meaning of the song is great.”
“Yeah? But I haven’t named the song yet.”
“Huh?”
“It might be your name then, shooting star, or falling star, something like that.” “Oh, um…but there are already a lot of songs with those titles.” I offered my opinion, and he nodded in agreement, “I like ‘Night of Forever Love,’ in Thai, it’s
‘Khamkheun Haeng Rak Nirandon,’ which sounds beautiful when translated.”
“Yeah? Okay then.”
“It’s not up to me, Arthit you is the one who made it.”
“I don’t care about the song title, we’ll go with this.”
“Okay.” I nodded, “What are you going to do next?”
“Upload it to YouTube, have to make all friends share it too. No turning back now, I’m about to become famous.”
“Uh. I’ll help share too.” I said excitedly, watching his every move as he logged into YouTube and uploaded the song, “What about the music video?”
“For now, audio is enough.”
“And what picture will you use?”
“Your picture.” He said, opening up the photo. It was a Polaroid placed on a guitar, then re-photographed with a digital camera. In the Polaroid, there was a picture of me looking sideways, and another where I was smiling at the camera. In both photos, we were holding hands and showing them to the camera.
“Are you serious?”
“Serious.”
“What about the album cover?”
“Don’t think too far ahead, we just have one song.”
“Oh, uh.”
“Is it okay to use your picture?”
“Uh, sure, but I’m worried people won’t click to listen because it’s my picture.” “No way, people will see how cute my wife is, rush to listen, and can only be jealous of me because my wife is so adorable.”
“Aren’t you jealous?”
“I am, but I also want to show off. At the end of the day, all they can do is look, right?”
“Uh.” I nodded with a smile, he returned the smile. We leaned in close for a gentle kiss before pulling apart. I saw his video uploading, and soon enough, the song was uploaded. I looked at it, smiling broadly with pride and utmost joy.
Dylan Castillo – A Night of Forever Love
“Okay.” I nodded, “What’s next?”
“Upload it to YouTube, have to make all my friends share it too. No going back now, I’m about to become famous.”
“Uh, I’ll help share too.” I said, slightly excited, watching his every move as he logged into YouTube and uploaded the song. “What about the music video?”
“For now, just audio will do.”
“And what picture will you use?”
“Your picture.” He said, opening up the photo. It was a Polaroid placed on a guitar, then re-photographed with a digital camera. In the Polaroid, there was a picture of me looking sideways, and another where I was smiling at the camera. In both photos, we were holding hands and showing them to the camera.
“Are you serious?”
“Serious.”
“And what about the album cover?”
“Man, don’t think too far ahead, we just got one song.”
“Oh, right.”
“Can I use your picture?”
“Uh, sure, but I’m worried people won’t click to listen because it’s my picture.” “No way, people will see that my wife is so cute, they’ll rush to listen and can only be jealous of me because I have such an adorable wife.”
“Aren’t you protective?”
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