WHYARU, Chapter 18:
“What are you thinking about?” Tutor asked.
“You’re the one who’s thinking something,” Fighter replied. “…” Tutor didn’t respond. The smaller figure looked up at the one still staring at him, their eyes locking in a way that both knew carried meaning.
“You already know, don’t you? A trip like this, just the two of us, isn’t just about eating, watching movies, or strolling around.”
Of course I know, Tutor thought. He wasn’t some naive kid who didn’t understand these things.
In contrast, Fighter wasn’t entirely sure if what he’d just said was enough to sway the younger one. He’d admit without shame that this trip wasn’t just for fun.
He wanted to touch, to do the things one lover does for another.
He even wanted to hear the soft moans when he whispered the other’s name by their ear.
He wanted to do everything, and he wanted to be everything for the person in front of him.
Fighter gazed into those large, round eyes. His fingertips, gently brushing the cheek, slid down to the lips, the pale throat, and paused at the tip of the chin.
The trembling eyes that met his held a hint of fear, but it was overshadowed by Tutor’s curiosity. Especially when those lower lips were bitten and those eyes looked up at him—it felt like a challenge.
Tutor’s expression was like premium fuel tossed onto a blazing fire.
In that moment of locked gazes, it was Fighter who couldn’t hold out. He slowly leaned down toward Tutor, pressing a soft kiss onto those orange-hued lips. It started as a delicate kiss, filled with emotion, floating and blissful like a balloon drifting across a wide sky.
“Phii Fai,” a hoarse voice sounded as Fighter gently pushed Tutor to lie flat on the bed.
The worried expression prompted Fighter to press another kiss, murmuring against his lips.
“Just a kiss, Tor. Just a kiss is enough.” The younger one didn’t reply but tilted his face to meet the kiss, wrapping both arms around the broader man’s neck. Slender fingers threaded through his hair as he opened his mouth to accept the warm tongue slipping inside. The lingering kiss, with tongues brushing and teasing, was indulged in again and again.
This time, it was more intense than any before. Certainly more than the study sessions in the bedroom or the kiss they shared on the rooftop.
Because both their gazes and touches made it clear—no barrier could hold back the longing they felt for each other.
“Ugh, mm,” Tutor’s muffled sounds rose with the rhythm of thick hands and lips trailing over his skin. It was searing, like lava that swallowed everything when a drop of water touched it.
Especially when Fighter deliberately kissed and nibbled across his skin, marking his claim—Tutor felt like Phii Fai was driving him to the edge.
It was an undeniable truth. The tenderness and care in Fighter’s actions sparked a fire in Tutor, pushing his emotions to the brink of exploding. The rustle of clothes brushing against each other fueled the desire that had been suppressed by shyness, slowly breaking free.
“Ahh,” a moan escaped as Fighter’s lips pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh before returning to his lips once more.
But in the end, Fighter chose to stop, instead pressing a gentle kiss to Tutor’s eyelids.
“Okay…”
“…”
“That’s enough for now. Get some rest.” Fighter hadn’t planned to stop there. He wanted to go further, but he’d promised his junior it would only be a kiss. So, the only thing he could do was keep his word. He did this with the future in mind—going further when Tutor wasn’t fully ready wouldn’t bring either of them real joy.
No matter how prepared he was, having promised just a kiss, he’d stick to it.
Sure, today didn’t go all the way, but Fighter was confident that tomorrow, his junior would give in willingly.
“What’s with you?” Tutor lightly pushed Fighter’s chest.
“Planning to ditch me like this or what?”
“No way.”
“No way, my ass. Look at what you’re doing to me first.”
“I’m just keeping the promise I made to you.”
“Promise? Who even agreed to that?”
“…”
“Kissing me to make me feel something and then leaving just like that, huh?” Tutor’s whiny tone and serious expression made Fighter burst out laughing. “It’s not funny.”
Not only did Fighter get scolded, but he also got a playful smack on the arm.
“Sorry,” Fighter said, his gaze softening as he looked into the eyes in front of him. Both of them understood the meaning behind this shared look.
They knew what it was, but Fighter still wanted to make sure, to ask the younger one if he was certain about it.
“You sure about this?”
“Mm.”
“No regrets later, right?”
“Nope.”
“…”
“Definitely not.”
In the moment their eyes met, Tutor’s expression and gaze showed he was just as eager for Fighter’s touch.
“But…”
“What?”
“Can you turn off the light first?”
“It’s dark enough already. The lamp’s not even that bright, Tor.”
“But it’s still too bright for doing this.”
“But I want to see your face too.”
“My face is just the same as always.”
“Not true,” Fighter said with a sly tone. “It’s sexier.”
“How would you know?”
“I’ve imagined it before.”
“Crazy.”
“Haha.”
“But… I really want you to turn off one of the lamps, please, just one.”
“…”
“Please,” Tutor pleaded softly, making the older guy chuckle and plant a kiss on his forehead before walking over to switch off one of the lamps as requested. When the light went out, Tutor’s eyes couldn’t adjust to the darkness that quickly, but he could still see Phii Fai grabbing something from the table— something he’d noticed earlier—along with something from his bag. “What’d you grab?”
“You’ll see.”
“Condoms?”
“More than that.”
“What’re you prepping for?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just in case I need to prep up too.”
“Hmm?” Fighter raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at the smirking Tutor. Without saying anything more, Tutor tilted his head up, brushing his lips against Fighter’s, his hands wrapping around the older guy’s neck as if inviting him to lean closer. “This time, let me make you feel good first, okay?”
And so, they kissed again. This time, it wasn’t as gentle as before—it was intense, driven by raw emotion. Tongues intertwined, lost in each other’s mouths. The smaller guy responded without hesitation, pushing Fighter to sit up before sliding onto his lap. Tutor’s legs wrapped skillfully around Fighter’s waist, earning a grin from the older guy.
The kiss continued seamlessly. Tutor’s thin basketball shorts and Fighter’s single towel felt so flimsy that the hardness between them was unmistakable, making Tutor blush again.
“Mmm…” A soft moan escaped as he felt something growing.
Was Tutor embarrassed? Honestly, insanely embarrassed. He could feel his entire body and face burning red. The air conditioner, set below twenty degrees, did nothing to cool the chaotic emotions swirling inside him.
Fighter’s hands peeled off Tutor’s thin sleep shirt, kissing his pale shoulder as a large hand slipped into his shorts.
“Ugh… ah,” a faint moan slipped out as that thick hand began moving slowly up and down. The coolness of those fingertips was enough to make Tutor grab onto Fighter’s strong arm for support. The older guy’s lips kept working, matching the hand that was picking up its pace. “Phii Fai…”
The sound of his name being called, paired with those halflidded eyes, was more than enough to spur Fighter on, quickening the pace of his hand to match Tutor’s desires. Too shy to hold eye contact, Tutor buried his face in the broad shoulder, letting Fighter take charge. The tingling sensation in his stomach grew stronger by the second.
“Phii Fai,” Tutor’s soft moan seemed to urge him to go faster than he already was. “Faster.”
“How much faster?”
“Much… much faster, ah!” Just as Tutor’s grip tightened, nearing his peak, Fighter did something utterly unforgivable.
He slowed down.
Tutor pursed his lips, glaring at Fighter with a look of dissatisfaction. In the end, he reached down to take matters into his own hands, only for Fighter, the cunning one, to swat his hand away.
“Phii Fai, you’re so mean,” Tutor said weakly, his face looking like he could barely hold on, his pleading eyes fixed on Fighter until he softened.
“Alright, alright. Not mean anymore,” Fighter replied, gently pushing Tutor to lie flat on the bed. This time, he kept his promise not to tease. His lips moved from kissing Tutor’s neck down to his chest, his tongue flicking over a sensitive spot before trailing lower to the center of his body.
“Phii Fai,” Tutor looked up, as if seeking reassurance, but Fighter didn’t respond with words. His actions were enough to show how much he wanted to please him.
Soon, the rhythm picked up again. Tutor writhed and tensed with every movement of Fighter’s lips. When the sensation became overwhelming, he hurriedly reached to pull Fighter away, but it was too late. “Ah, Phii Fai, I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine,” Fighter said, wiping something from his lips with his thick hand before smirking at the panting figure on the bed. “My turn now, khrap,” Fighter said, reaching for the prepared items and coating his fingers with the gel before sliding them into the sensitive passage.
“You brought that too, huh?” Tutor asked.
“Of course,” Fighter replied, raising an eyebrow as if to say he never missed a detail when it came to these things.
“You’re getting too sneaky, man,” Tutor said, half-jokingly lifting his leg as if to kick Fighter. The older one must’ve been smug about his thorough preparation—condoms and cooling gel included. But instead of a kick, Tutor’s leg was redirected, gently placed over Fighter’s shoulder as he leaned down to kiss his calf softly.
“This angle is perfect.”
“…” Tutor didn’t reply, but the flush on his face told Fighter he was embarrassed. Not wasting any time, Fighter used every second to guide Tutor through new sensations. One finger became two, then three.
“Ah…” Tutor’s face contorted, and he raised the back of his hand to cover it.
“You okay? Don’t tense up, Tor.”
“Ngh… yeah, I’m fine,” Tutor nodded, swallowing hard. He let himself surrender to the sensations Fighter was giving him. Despite the sharp sting deep inside, it was nothing compared to the waves of pleasure coursing through him. His body gradually opened up, until a jolt ran through him as Fighter hit a particular spot. “Phii Fai… come on, you can do it now.”
Fighter nodded, reaching for a condom and expertly tearing it open before putting it on. One hand pulled Tutor’s waist closer, and Tutor looked into his eyes, raising a hand to gently rub Fighter’s firm stomach, as if signaling to take it slow.
Everything proceeded smoothly. The larger man slowly eased himself in, the tight grip and Tutor’s hands clenching his stomach causing Fighter to pause.
“Phii Fai, ngh…” Tears welled up at the corners of Tutor’s eyes, leaving Fighter at a loss. He almost pulled away, but Tutor reached out with one hand, grasping for Fighter’s. “Your hand.” Their hands intertwined, as if seeking reassurance.
“Phii Fai.”
“Yes?”
“Kiss… kiss me.”
They kissed again, as gently as Fighter could manage. When the kiss ended, Tutor wrapped his other arm tightly around Fighter’s back.
“Come in…”
“What?”
“Come in… come inside me.”
Fighter’s feelings were like a balloon filled with gas, soaring high into the sky. He moved forward again, and Tutor’s grip on his skin conveyed a sharp pain.
It wasn’t his pain, though—it was his junior’s.
“Ah… ngh, Fai.”
“Sorry, is it enough? Want to stop?”
“No,” Tutor shook his head lightly. “Just stay with me.”
“…”
“Stay with Tor, that’s enough.”
“I’m here, right here, not going anywhere,” Fighter’s trembling voice soothed with tender kisses, gentle enough to ease the pain being stirred. He waited until Tutor was ready before moving slowly, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. His free hand wrapped around Tutor’s body, moving in sync.
His hips moved faster, more forcefully, matching the pleading, breathless sounds mixed with Fighter’s low moans. The sounds blended into an incoherent mess. Tutor lifted his legs, wrapping them around Fighter’s waist like a final anchor.
They looked at each other, and in that moment, they felt incredibly lucky to have met the person in front of them.
Lucky to have known each other.
And lucky to feel this way about this person.
“Ah, ahh… Phii Fai,” at the end of the dreamy haze, Tutor reached the horizon first, followed by the older one with a few more movements to catch up. Of course, it could’ve led to a second, third, or fourth round, but in the end, Fighter chose to press a kiss to Tutor’s eyelid and pull away from the smaller figure instead.
“Wanna take a bath, Tor?”
“I want to, but I can’t get up,” the younger one panted, on the verge of falling asleep from exhaustion. His body was drenched in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, but Tutor was too tired to follow Fighter to bathe together.
“Whoa!” Tutor yelped as Fighter scooped him up, making him float. “What are you doing, Phii Fai?”
“I’ve got hot water ready in the tub. You can soak in it,” the older one said, carrying Tutor to the bathtub and gently lowering him into it. The warmth of the water noticeably eased his fatigue.
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” Fighter ruffled Tutor’s hair before stepping outside. He returned with a chair from the balcony and some medicine in hand. “Take these first.”
“Where’d you get the medicine?” Tutor asked with a slightly suspicious tone and expression, making Fighter smile fondly.
“Your bag.”
“…” Tutor went quiet, saying nothing more. He just reached out to take the medicine and a glass of water from Fighter and swallowed them.
“I’m not the only one who came prepared, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Because the fever reducers and anti-inflammatories you brought say someone around here came prepared too.”
“Phii Fai.”
“Yes, khrap?”
“Stop teasing. I’m begging you.”
“Alright, no more teasing,” Fighter gave a faint smile, then took the glass from Tutor and set it on the floor.
After that, the smaller one propped his arms on the edge of the tub, resting his chin on them tiredly. His eyelids closed as a large hand gently stroked his head.
“Does it hurt?”
“…” The one asked didn’t answer, instead pressing his lips tightly together, making Fighter chuckle.
“Probably doesn’t hurt, huh? Moaning that loud, it’s gotta be more pleasure than pain.”
“You talk too much,” Tutor grumbled, splashing water at
Fighter. “You can go sleep. I’ll come in when I’m done soaking.
No need to sit here keeping me company.”
“No way, I want to sit here as your boyfriend,” Tutor shook his head and closed his eyes again. The warm feeling wrapped around his heart, beating so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. This feeling was so good he didn’t want it to fade.
Just the two of us.
Just each other was enough.
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