WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 3: Eight Thousand Miles
“I’ve reached my room.”
(Okay, what time will you go to sleep?)
“Around midnight, probably.”
(Then it’ll be afternoon here, call me to wake me up.)
“Okay, goodnight.”
(Yeah, goodnight, give me a goodnight kiss.)
I sent a kiss to the person on the other end of the video call. We talked a little more before Arthit hung up to go to sleep. He had been in New York for work for about three days now. The thing that somewhat alleviated the longing was seeing each other daily through video calls.
This period is when all fourth-year students are busy with their theses, including me. I had just returned from the faculty. When I got back to my room, I immediately called Arthit so he could go to sleep. Arthit said he wouldn’t sleep until I was safely back in my room, typical of someone who worries too much. It’s been almost half a year since Uncle Direk seriously started the record label, with the main office in New York, making Arthit travel there often. Arthit said traveling to New York wasn’t a problem, the only issue was being away from me. The newly established major record label is quite under the spotlight because it has many talented artists and producers. Starting wasn’t hard for someone with deep pockets and extensive connections like Uncle, what remains is the output. Arthit is one of the major shareholders of the company, both an artist and a producer.
Since he started making music, Arthit has always received good feedback. His songs started climbing the charts and became well-known. Both the main label and he himself have received a lot of media attention, which is the period when he’s building his fame widely.
Now he’s working on music with a very famous artist. Arthit said the work is going well; working with talented people allows him to learn a lot.
The view count for his latest song, released about a month ago, has already hit a hundred million. Arthit has done well as an artist; he has gained fame quickly, and as a producer for the label, the songs he helps with also turn out well.
One thing that has garnered attention is the fact that “he’s gay.” Since on Instagram, with nearly ten million followers, he constantly posts stories and pictures of me or us. There’s no hiding, it’s more about being open for the whole world to know. Most opinions from others tend to be positive; everyone supports our couple because the world has become more open-minded nowadays. There are only a few who are derogatory and homophobic.
Of course, we don’t pay attention to those harsh words. I hope one day their world will become more open. Even though their words can’t hurt us, they can hurt others because words are the most vicious weapon in the world.
I looked around the empty, wide penthouse, once thinking that such a spacious room would be very lonely if I lived alone. But now I realize that the loneliness isn’t because of the room’s size, but because he’s not here.
At least there’s Mr. Jeon. I played with him for a while, fed him, then went for a shower, continuing with my thesis in the quiet room. Before I knew it, I heard the alarm clock ringing; it was midnight. I had to call him.
It’s already one in the afternoon in New York, he hadn’t slept all night because he was working in the studio, stopping around five in the morning, but he wouldn’t go to bed until I got back to my room. I made a video call. It didn’t take long for him to answer with a groggy voice.
“It’s one in the afternoon.”
(Okay, I’m up) Arthit rubbed his eyes lightly. He was in the penthouse at the top of the record company building, set up to avoid long commutes. The room was dimly lit, his face showing reluctance to wake up.
“What are you doing this afternoon?”
(Recording.)
“Oh.”
(Are you going to sleep yet?)
“Probably in a little while.”
(Working on your thesis?)
“Yeah.”
(What did the professor say?)
“It’s okay, I can continue working on it.”
(Good, then you can sleep now, it’s late.)
“I usually sleep later than this.”
(Don’t argue with me, when I’m not there, don’t be stubborn, okay?)
“Understood, then give me another half hour.”
(Okay, I’m too lazy to get up anyway, can’t sleep well without you. Why didn’t you come with me?)
“Where could I go?”
(Quit then.)
“For what? I just have the thesis left to finish.”
(Yeah, I know, alright then, I’ll go.)
“Don’t forget to eat.”
(I won’t forget, I’m starving. Who would forget to eat? Too bad, the restaurants in New York don’t like what you make.)
“They’re better, right?”
(Yeah) he nodded, (But I want the taste that my wife makes; delicious food doesn’t suit me.)
“Tolerate the good food for now, when you come back, I’ll make something not so good for you to eat.”
(Yeah, and what about you? Did you eat dinner?)
“I ate, made something simple, that’s it.”
(Okay, then I’ll go, love you.)
“Uh, love you too.”
(Take off your shirt and show me.)
“No, go take a shower now.”
(You’re so stingy, wait until I get back then, fine, I’ll go.)
“Hmm.”
And then the other side hung up. Although we’re far apart, his arousal never diminishes, last night he asked for phone sex, where we both masturbated while watching each other. It was quite embarrassing since I had never done it before, but after much coaxing, I always gave in, and eventually, I was carried away by the moment until it was over.
I got up, feeling lazy, went to check if Mr. Jeon was asleep, then took a break outside on the balcony to enjoy the view before returning to work. I spent only half an hour as agreed with Arthit, and when the time was up, I prepared to go to bed. Another night sleeping alone, just have to bear it for a few more days until he comes back.
Returning from the faculty as usual, I stopped by the supermarket to buy fresh produce for tonight’s dinner. On the way, a motorcycle suddenly sped out from an alley. I caught a glimpse of something…before hearing a loud sound, and when I came to, I found myself lying in the middle of the road.
The ground is so hot…
Why am I seeing the sky while riding a bike?
There were shouts all around. I tried to sit up, looked around, saw cars stopping and moving aside, and the other motorcycle that had come out of the alley had crashed as well.
People came to help lift Patcharamon, which had fallen on the road, and pushed it to the side of the road, also helping to gather my scattered items.
“Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” a woman approached and asked. I shook my head lightly.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“You should go to the hospital to get your wounds checked, it’s close by.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Are you hurt? I’m sorry. I was in a hurry and didn’t check for traffic.” The other party, covered in dirt, came over, worried. The others who had helped were dispersing since they saw we were not seriously injured.
“I’m not hurt much. Be more careful next time, you’re at fault here.” I said with my usual calm expression and tone, though I was quite displeased in my heart that he did this, damn it, all the cabbage I bought was ruined, “Will you pay for the cabbage you ruined?”
“Huh? Oh, okay, I will pay for the car repairs and medical expenses.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Shall I take you to the hospital?”
“It’s okay, the car seems like it can still be driven.” I said. After observing, I noticed the front side light was cracked, the fender and side of the car were scratched, and one of the side mirrors was bent out of shape, unable to be turned back. I tried to turn it a couple of times, but it wouldn’t adjust properly.
“How much should I pay you?”
“Give me your number first, we’ll keep in touch.”
“Okay.”
The man gave me his number, and after we sorted things out, we parted ways. The first thing I did was try to call Arthit, but then I remembered he wasn’t here and didn’t want to disturb him while he was working, so I quickly hung up. I stopped by to drop off the motorbike at the shop since my injuries weren’t too severe. The shop said they’d contact me once it was fixed. I walked out and hailed a taxi to get back to the condo.
My condition now was pretty bad; my body was covered in dust, one trouser leg was torn at the knee with a scraped knee, and my elbow and upper arm were also injured.
“Hey Mr. Jeon, were you a good boy today?” I greeted Mr. Jeon who came out to meet me, petting him before going to get the first aid kit to treat my wounds, “I was thinking of making some fried cabbage with fish sauce, but this is really bad.” I grumbled to Mr. Jeon, deciding I’d have to boil some noodles for now. I don’t fall off my bike often, only once before, and the cause was the same person. Last time, someone cut me off. This time, I was hit by a car speeding out of an alley.
What would Arthit do if he found out?
Would he be angry, complain, or get depressed like when I was assaulted before?
The likelihood of Arthit rushing back from New York after finding out about my accident is very high, but if I don’t tell him, he might be even angrier when he returns. The wounds won’t heal in just a few days.
Sigh, what a bad day.
Not long after, the person I was thinking about video-called me. I reached for my phone, lifting it so the person on the other end could see my face.
(Your work done yet? I’m about to go to sleep, are you in your room?) “Uh, yeah, I am.” I answered, turning the camera around to show him I was in the room.
(Why do you look so pale?)
“Arthit”
(Huh?)
“I have something to tell you, don’t get mad.”
(What? Why would you say ‘don’t get mad’? Don’t tell me you have a lover, did you sneak someone into our room, Hey, that’s too much, how can you cheat just because your husband’s away for a few days, wife?) he pretended to protest. I looked at him calmly until he was the one who burst out laughing first,
(Ah, so what’s the matter?)
I showed him the scraped elbow. Arthit’s eyes widened in shock.
(Hia, what happened! Are you okay? Who did this to you?)
“My bike fell.”
(Fuck! Are you hurt anywhere else? Any other wounds? Does it hurt a lot?) “My knee is scraped.” I said while lowering the phone screen to show the knee injury before looking back at the screen, “It doesn’t hurt, I’ve already treated it.” (You did it yourself?)
“Yes.”
(Can I trust you did it properly? Why not go to a clinic or hospital? I’ll send someone to take you.)
“No need. I’ve taken care of it properly, the wound is very clean now.”
(Are you sure? Go check at the hospital again.)
“Okay. If Arthit is that worried.” I replied. Arthit put the call on hold for a moment before calling back.
(And how did you fall?)
“A motorcycle dashed out from an alley, he didn’t look for traffic.” (Who?) his voice deepened with anger.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head, “I don’t know him, but he gave me his number.
I’ll contact him after the bike is fixed.”
(Give me his number.)
“It’s fine.” I said, trying to calm him down, “He apologized, it wasn’t intentional. I wasn’t too happy about it, but there’s nothing we can do, it was an accident, no one wanted it to happen.”
(How can you know no one wanted it to happen? He might have waited for you to pass by before rushing out from the alley.)
“Are you crazy? Who would do something like that?”
(How would I know? Give me his number.)
“Why?”
(To investigate.)
“No need.”
(Give it to me.)
“Just to investigate, right? Don’t threaten or do anything to him.”
(Why are you protecting him?)
“I’m not protecting him, but he didn’t mean it.”
(Okay, okay, I won’t do anything then, since you’re defending him like this.
Just to check if he really didn’t intend it, okay?)
“Sigh, fine then, I’ll send it to you.”
(Good, now let me see the wound again) he said. So I had to move the camera to show him the injury once more, (I’ll come back to you.)
“Here we go. No need.”
(Why? I’m worried about you like hell, especially when you’re on your motorbike. If you don’t get back to your room safely, I won’t be able to sleep. And what’s this, you’ve gone and fallen off your bike and got injured again, how can I stop worrying about you?)
“Accidents happen all the time.”
(If I were there to pick you up and drop you off, this wouldn’t have happened) he said, his tone softening, his face full of concern, ruffling his own hair in frustration before letting out a big sigh, (I should have stayed with you, I really should have. I shouldn’t have come here at all. How can I be at ease?)
“It’s okay, you have to work. I’m not hurt that badly anyway.”
(You’re lucky this time it’s not serious, but what about next time? You said accidents happen all the time, even if you’re not careless, others might be. Just because I’m not there for one day, you’ve already had an accident. How can I feel at ease like this?)
“…” I didn’t respond immediately because I didn’t know what to say. Accidents, by definition, aren’t something anyone wants to happen. This time, I was lucky not to be seriously injured, even though I was riding carefully. But there are still those who are careless and cause trouble for others. “Then I’ll take the bus to the faculty instead.”
(Let me pick you up and drop you off. Hurry back.)
“No, you should work. It’s important work. Plus, it’s not just about you. If you come back before others, it will cause trouble for everyone. I don’t want to be the one dragging your work down.”
(…)
“Don’t make me feel bad for being the reason your work suffers.”
(Sigh, I can’t blame you because the real culprit is that bastard. Hey, why didn’t you take the car?)
“I’ve told you many times there’s no parking. My faculty isn’t like the medical faculty. Even for motorcycles, there’s barely any space. You know how crowded it is at the university.”
(But if you take the bus, you’ll still have to walk, right?)
“Yeah, that’s true.”
(I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up and drop you off, with security too.
I was going to do this from the start, but you said it was too much. See, if I
had ordered someone to follow you from the beginning, this wouldn’t have happened.)
“…Can’t argue with that.”
(Okay, this way I can be at ease.)
“It doesn’t have to be that much… really.”
(Don’t be so particular. You say no to this, no to that. Do you want me to rush back or have someone else check on you? Choose.)
“Is that all I get to choose from?”
(Yeah, what’s it gonna be?)
“Then the latter.” I answered, reluctant to let him lose his job or work because of me.
(Do you want a bodyguard standing guard while you’re in class?)
“No, no, not that much. Just someone to pick me up and drop me off is enough.” (Okay, the person who’s supposed to take you to the hospital should be here now. They’re probably waiting downstairs. Should I have them come up or what?)
“Let them wait downstairs. Alright, then I’m going.”
(Okay, I’ll wait.)
“No, no, it must be around 4 AM there. You should sleep, Arthit.”
(No, I’ll wait.)
“Alright, okay. I’ll call you later then.”
(Yeah.)
I hung up, grabbed my wallet and phone, put them in my pocket, and then walked downstairs. I saw a shiny black car parked out front with three large men waiting. Of course, they were quite eye-catching to people around.
When I got there, one of them opened the door, gesturing for me to get in. I nodded and stepped inside.
One drove, another sat in the passenger seat, and the third sat in the back with me. There was no conversation in the car until we reached the hospital.
A hospital stretcher was waiting for me. I was helped onto it by two male nurses, feeling bewildered. I wanted to say I could walk myself, but it was too late. I didn’t respond immediately because I couldn’t speak, accidents are things no one wants to happen, this time I was lucky not to be seriously injured. Even though I was riding carefully, there are still people who are careless and bring others down with them.
I was taken into the examination room, had my history taken, blood drawn, blood pressure measured, and X-rays done. Before I knew it, everything was done; I got medication for both oral and topical use. By the time I got back, it was quite late. “What time should we pick you up tomorrow, sir?” one of the men in black asked as I got out of the car and was about to walk back into the condo.
“Oh, around nine-thirty, please.”
“Understood.”
They all bowed. I bowed back before turning to head back to my room. Even though the knee injury made walking a bit difficult, it was still manageable, and fortunately, the elbow injury wasn’t on my dominant side, otherwise, work would have been much harder.
When I got back to my room, I called Arthit immediately.
(How are you?) I found he was indeed waiting, just as he said. If I didn’t get back to my room safely, he wouldn’t sleep.
“Nothing serious. Just some scrapes, I’ve got the medication.”
(Okay. That’s good. I’ve instructed the housekeeper to clean up and prepare food for you. The injured need to eat a lot to heal quickly, and it has to be nutritious too. There’ll be a housekeeper in the morning to cook for you as well, until I get back.)
“Uh, okay, thank you.”
(And how are the three guys who escorted you? They didn’t do anything to annoy you, right?)
“Not at all.” I shook my head, “They were very quiet. Didn’t say a word.” (If you’re not okay with them, we can change them. These three are skilled, trustworthy.)
“Uh-huh.”
(I should have had them look after you from the start, you shouldn’t have stopped me.)
“At first, I really thought it was too much, but after this accident, I can’t argue anymore.”
(Yeah, think of it as making me feel at ease.)
“Okay.”
We talked for a bit more before hanging up. I ate at the table until I was full, washed the dishes, then fed Mr. Jeon. After playing with him for a while, I sat down to watch TV, falling asleep on the sofa from exhaustion.
…
I woke up feeling hot and with a dry throat, turned off the TV, went to drink water from the fridge, and then went to bed. I saw Arthit’s shirt lying on the floor, bent down to pick it up, intending to put it in the laundry basket.
This is his favorite black T-shirt…
I brought it to my nose, inhaling his scent, remembering how we used to fall asleep in each other’s arms every night, but now the other side of the bed has been empty for days.
I decided to sleep with his shirt, lying down and reaching to turn off the light. The smell from this shirt was the most relaxing thing for me, the scent of the strong arms that always made me feel safe and warm.
And just as I was about to doze off again, I felt an ache in the middle of my body and started to feel an arousal in my lower abdomen.
Damn, why did I start thinking about something so lewd, but he’s not here… My heart started beating faster, my breathing quickened, I exhaled hot air, my lower body began to twist with arousal. I lowered my hand to touch my erect member.
Oh…this is bad, I can’t get aroused just from the smell of his shirt.
“Ugh.” I bit my teeth and let out a soft moan as I started moving my hand, using my thumb to circle the tip, then gripping the sensitive part and starting to stroke rhythmically, “Hmm, ah, Arthit…”
Even though the air around was cool, my whole body was hot. I masturbated for nearly ten minutes but still felt it wasn’t enough. I tried using some lube on my rear, slowly pushing in a finger.
“Hmm, ugh.”
I moved my finger in and out before adding another, trying to imagine him there with me. It felt quite good, but I still felt it wasn’t enough.
I checked my phone to see it was past midnight, which meant it was past one in the afternoon in New York. Is he awake yet…
I decided to call. Not long after, he answered with a voice that was not as groggy as I expected.
(You’re still not asleep?)
“Ah…Arthit.”
(…Why does your voice sound like that?)
“Oh, Arthit, you’re awake?”
(Just woke up, about to take a shower, what’s up? But your voice is…)
“What about it?”
(So seductive.)
“Uh…I, uh. I need some help with something.”
(…What?)
“Turn on the camera.”
(Okay.)
I reached to turn on the light, placed my phone against a pillow. I moved to sit in front of the camera, and when the other side turned on their camera, Arthit’s face was one of shock when he saw my state.
(Damn…damn, you) Arthit seemed stunned for a moment, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, indicating he was about to shower.
My current state was sitting facing the camera, pants off with my legs slightly spread, my erection visible and my back wet. I was circling my finger around my entrance, and the expression on the other side changed slightly as he licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair.
(Why suddenly…)
“Uh…I got turned on by your scent, can you help me out?” I said in a low voice, the arousal wiping away all my shyness. Arthit walked back into his bedroom, placing his phone on a table before sitting on the bed.
His large erection was evident under the white towel he was wearing, which he then removed to reveal his arousal. I swallowed hard.
I want to taste…
(You…move closer to the camera.)
“Uh.” I moved closer as he instructed, my hand starting to stroke my own erection up and down.
(I want to do it for you so bad.)
“Uh, do it then.”
(Put your fingers in like that, two fingers, good, ah…let me see, spread your legs wider.)
“Ah! Ah…this, fingers aren’t enough, Arthit…put it in, please.”
(Yeah, I’m dying to put it in) his voice was hoarse with a slight rasp, seeing him masturbating only added to my arousal. I spread my legs wider and quickened the pace with my fingers, (Hmm…Dao, ah.)
“Ugh, Arthit…ugh, faster, ugh.” I moaned louder, speeding up the rhythm with my hands both in front and behind, glancing at the phone screen where he also seemed to be very aroused. I imagined his hands caressing my body, his hot tongue licking all over, the low moans in his throat, and the rhythm of his breathing. Soon, we both finished almost simultaneously. We were both breathing heavily. I reached for some tissues to clean up.
(Yesterday you were still shy, weren’t you? What’s this now, got aroused by the smell of my shirt?) he teased with a satisfied look on his face, then after cleaning up, he got up, grabbed his phone, and walked out of the bedroom.
“I…it just happened. Normally we do it every day, but you’re not here, being Arthit.”
(Yeah, I understand. Doing it alone and doing it with you are totally different, but hearing you moan and watching you help yourself is a bit better than nothing.)
“Ah…yeah, that’s true.”
(And why aren’t you asleep yet?)
“I fell asleep while watching TV earlier in the evening, just woke up and moved to the bedroom.”
(Oh, and the wound doesn’t hurt, right?)
“Not much, and where are you going now?”
(Just going to continue recording, but I didn’t finish it properly yesterday.)
“Hmm, keep up the good work, it must be exhausting.”
(Hah, why would I be exhausted? I felt quite energetic just now.)
“Really?”
(Yeah, so are you going to sleep now?)
“I’m going to sleep now, I’m exhausted after that.”
(Alright, goodnight. Call if anything happens, don’t do it alone secretly.)
“What if I call while you’re working?”
(I’ll just go to the bathroom then.)
“Crazy. Focus on your work. I’m going to sleep.”
(Yeah, sweet dreams.)
“Uh.”
I hung up the call. After that, the exhaustion from the whole day and from what we just did made it easy for me to fall asleep.
…
I was standing at the airport entrance with the three bodyguards who had been picking me up and dropping me off between the faculty and the condo for the past few days. Today was the day Arthit was coming back, so we were here to pick him up.
We didn’t wait long before he emerged from the airport, looking hurried. Upon seeing me, he rushed over and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back. Soon after, he loosened his embrace.
“Standing and waiting like this, isn’t your wound bothering you? I could have come back on my own.”
“I wanted to come and pick you up, plus my wound is doing well.”
“Okay, then let’s hurry back to the room.”
“Uh.”
The black car stopped in front of the condo. We went up to the room together, holding hands all the way out of longing. I couldn’t help but smile seeing the person I had been thinking about every day come back.
As soon as we entered the room, the tall figure pulled me into a hug and kissed me, the touch eager. We took off our clothes; it was sex without much preparation. Initially, I thought phone sex would help, but it didn’t. Instead, it made me want him even more.
We started at the doorway, moved to the console table by the sofa in front of the TV, then the dining table, and finally the balcony.
It was almost as if he intended to leave our mark all over the room.
Almost two hours passed. I lay exhausted on the bed, my body relaxed from the heat of the bath we just took together. The fatigue and the perfect warmth almost lulled me to sleep several times.
“Can we do it again tonight?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Not up for it?” He asked, sitting down on the bed, reaching out to gently stroke my cheek.
“Two hours…”
“Hah, I’ve been holding back for one week.”
“I’ve been too, but not as much as you Arthit.”
“The arousal is different.” He raised an eyebrow. I pouted in annoyance.
“I didn’t make your wound hurt, right?” He asked. I shook my head in response,
“Good, uh, before we flirt, get up and let’s talk for a bit.”
“Why? Do I have to get up?”
“Yeah, get up.” He said. So, I pushed myself up to sit on the bed. His hand gently stroked my head with affection, “I love you a lot.”
“Hmm.” I nodded, “I love you too.”
“I don’t like being away from you, not even for a day, I miss you and worry about you. When I found out you got hurt, I nearly went crazy, constantly thinking about what you’re doing, where you are, if you’re okay. But because of work, I have no choice. We can’t have Direk set up the company here, it has to be abroad because all our label’s artists are foreigners.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re about to graduate soon.”
“Yeah.”
“Will you move in with me after you graduate?”
“To New York?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, “Do you want to live in a condo, a penthouse, a house, or a mansion? You can choose anywhere. If you want to work in your field of study, I’ll find you a job there, but if you want to paint, you can paint anywhere, right?” “…Oh.” I was silent for a moment. Just looking at his serious eyes and expression, my heart melted immediately.
“Live with me, I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”
“Hmm.”
I decided to agree and nodded right away. His worried expression eased into a broad smile.
Because I had always decided that if it was him, I would go anywhere with him.
“Were you hesitant at first?” He asked, lightly ruffling my hair.
“No, just a bit surprised.”
“Uh, then let’s prepare for it. So, how do you want to live?”
“Any way is fine.”
“Okay, then how about a mansion? A mansion on the hill would be quiet and beautiful.” “Okay.”
“…”
“?”
Suddenly, he went silent. I looked at him, confused.
“What nationality are you right now?”
“…Thai, why?”
“Would you be okay with becoming an American citizen?”
“Huh?”
“Marry me.”
“…”
This time, I was speechless for longer than before, my heart began to beat rapidly again, before he took out a small white box, opened it to reveal a simple ring inside. I stared at it until he asked:
“Your answer?”
“Yes! Yes…yes, khrap.” I answered, overwhelmed by indescribable emotions, tears welling up in my eyes.
He took my left hand and placed the ring on my ring finger; it fit perfectly. “It fits perfectly, my sense is pretty good, huh…” Before he could finish, I hugged him tightly. He held me back and returned the embrace.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for saying yes too.”
“Ah…I love you so much.”
“Yeah, I love you too.”
After hugging until satisfied, I slowly released my arms, looking at the silver ring on my hand with a feeling of unfamiliarity because I had never worn a ring before. At that moment, he handed me another ring, one that looked similar but was larger. I took it and put it on him.
“Does it suit me?” He lifted his hand, looking at it with some uncertainty.
“It suits you.”
“I was thinking of getting you a big diamond ring, but I was afraid you’d get mugged. Big and fancy is nice, but it can attract trouble.”
“This one. I like it.”
“Good, from now on, wear it so others know you’re taken.”
“Arthit you have to wear this all the time too.”
“Yeah. Even if you didn’t say so, I’d wear it. I love to show off, you know that.” He said in good spirits, let’s hurry up and register our marriage, you… I leaned in to kiss his lips, straddling his lap. Arthit kissed me back. I straightened up and reached to undo my shirt buttons.
“You said you were tired.”
“It’s better to reward my lovely future husband.”
Upon hearing that, Arthit smirked with satisfaction before leaning closer, opening his mouth to lick my reddened, erect nipple with his hot tongue.
“You can’t stop me now.”
“Ah…ugh.”
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