He leaned closer to Toffee while Toffee unbuttoned his pajama. Softly, Artit leaned in and nipped Toffee's right ear.
Toffee wondered, 'My body feels so hot.'
Both their bodies were warm.
Artit touched Toffee's lips.
While his finger rested on Toffee's lips, Artit used his tongue to trace along Toffee's.
"Is your throat still dry…?"
Artit's eyes were hungry as he pulled him closer and made him sit on the bed.
Toffee's damp hair was messy, and the wetness on his body had almost dried. The blanket had become wet because of it.
"I…"
Before Toffee could reply, Artit started pressing his nipples.
Toffee moaned softly... "Ahh..."
Artit teased him. His nipple became damp, carrying the faint scent of the shower gel.
Artit paused... then licked it, blending it with his own warmth. He started marking Toffee's chest... then slowly... moved down...
First, he marked his thigh...
He froze... slowly moved his fingers and brushed against Toffee's pale, small part.
Artit held it... touched it...
then carefully swallowed it completely...
Toffee shivered.
Something felt different, a sharp feeling ran through his whole body. His legs trembled and locked around Artit's head.
"Hia… I…"
A liquid came out, but it was on Artit's hands.
He looked at it for a second... rubbed it, then took a finger and licked it.
Toffee froze in shame.
"Hia… did you just…"
Artit leaned closer again. "Baby, it's not that sweet."
Artit's words made Toffee hide. He took the edge of the blanket and covered his face.
In his mind, "Really… how can I face Hia… Toffee… you..."
Artit smiled. "Cute…"
He gently moved the blanket. His fingers fixed Toffee's messy hair.
Toffee kept his eyes closed.
Artit whispered, his voice low... "Baby, if you don't open your eyes, I will do it again every time we do…"
Artit smiled, and Toffee forced his eyes open.
"Don't do this… Hia…"
"Why? You don't like it?"
"No… it's kind of…" he said in a louder voice.
Then in a softer voice, "Don't tease me… Hia…"
"I'm not teasing you. How can I tease my baby…?" Then in his mind, 'If I don't tease, then who will…' Artit smirked.
"Hia… your smile is scary…"
"Can I…?" Artit brushed his lips against Toffee's. Toffee nodded, their breath became one.
Artit took his fingers and moved inside Toffee.
A soft sound came out again. "Ahh…"
"It became loose…" Artit thought, pausing for a moment before trying to enter.
He slowly guided himself in. It didn't go in at first, and it hurt Toffee.
Toffee almost cried, then it slipped in roughly.
Toffee's opening turned a reddish peach color. He shivered with intense pain and pleasure.
Artit slowly moved his hips. He didn't rush.
His pace was gentle and controlled,
giving Toffee time to breathe. Toffee tried to steady himself to control the pain.
Tears slipped from his eyes, and Artit traced them.
His voice was low, and Toffee tried to control his sounds. But without knowing, soft moans escaped from him.
While moving...
Artit marked Toffee's chest again, his mouth stayed on Toffee's nipples, licking without stopping.
Toffee's hands were in Artit's hair.
The movements became harder.
"Hia, it hurts..."
Hearing this, Artit slowed his pace.
Toffee's insides tightened suddenly.
"Hia… Hia… it hurts…"
Artit stopped. Toffee looked at him.
Toffee held him tightly. "Hia… it hurts, but I like it…"
Hearing this, Artit felt relieved. He eased his movements, then gradually picked up the pace again.
As they shared every breath, Artit gradually became faster. Soon, they reached together, warmth spilling over their legs and down Toffee's thighs.
Their sweaty bodies stuck together. Their breaths were hot as both of them panted.
Toffee's legs locked around Artit's hips. Toffee held onto Artit's back and looked at him quietly.
"Isn't it a bit too fast…?" Artit said.
"I don't think so…" Toffee said shyly.
Then he glanced at Artit, who kissed Toffee's forehead.
Toffee replied, "Hia…" and pressed against Artit's chest, "I want to bathe… it's sticky…"
As he tried to get up, Artit leaned closer, taking in Toffee's scent, but Toffee felt shy. He quickly grabbed Artit's oversized shirt from the floor.
As Toffee got off the bed and tried to walk, white drops slipped down from him.
Toffee tried to hurry, but…
"What the… why does it hurt…? When we did it, it felt good… Why are my legs moving like this…?"
He looked down and saw the mess. Seeing it, Toffee felt even more embarrassed and shy, more than ever before.
From the bed, Artit watched him.
Seeing Toffee's unsteady steps and the white drops slipping from him, Artit ran a hand through his hair and thought, "I really want to stop, but… I'm going crazy…"
He held his chest and tried to breathe normally, but…
Artit quickly got off the bed.
Toffee was completely naked, holding the shirt in one hand, while Artit still wore only an unbuttoned pajama shirt.
He hugged Toffee from behind.
The shirt fell to the floor. Toffee could feel his breath and sweat against him.
Artit moved closer, his lips brushing lightly from behind, his touch making Toffee tense.
Toffee placed his hand against the cold wall.
Then Artit whispered, "Baby… can we do it again…?"
He guided Toffee's hand to touch him.
"Hia… how can it still be hard…?"
"I don't know…"
Toffee hesitated, but in his mind, "I want to do it… I… Toffee... What's wrong with me…" He gently bit his lip…
He pressed against Artit's chest. As he looked at him, he paused for a moment, then—
Toffee turned and kissed Artit's lips.
Just as he started kissing, Artit cupped his head while Toffee leaned back against the wall.
Their lips moved together, slowly deepening the kiss.
The soft sounds between them grew stronger little by little. When Toffee needed air, their lips slowly parted.
Artit smiled, his nose brushing gently against Toffee's. Toffee smiled too.
Quietly, Artit held him and lifted him onto the table.
He kissed Toffee's forehead… then his neck.
"Toffee…" he whispered softly, "I love you… and I'm sorry for making you cry…"
Toffee didn't reply. The silence filled the room.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around Artit's neck, gently touching his Adam's apple.
Artit smiled.
He moved closer again. There was no hesitation now.
As Artit began to move, they kept their eyes on each other, saying everything without words.
Toffee reached up and touched Artit's cheek… then pulled him into a hug.
"Love you… love you…" Artit repeated, again and again, his lips brushing against Toffee's collarbone, leaving soft marks behind.
Clack—
The Polaroid fell to the floor, but neither of them noticed.
Both of them were panting. White drops slowly slipped down Toffee's legs.
Artit quietly kissed Toffee's forehead.
"Can we bathe…?" Artit asked softly as he tucked Toffee's hair behind his ear.
Toffee looked at him. "Khab…"
Artit carried Toffee into the bathroom.
Under the shower, water fell over them. Artit gently used shower gel, carefully cleaning Toffee.
Then Artit slowly knelt down, making sure to clean him properly.
Toffee touched his hair, thinking, 'Love you… Hia…'
Artit looked up at him. Drops of water slid down from his forehead.
"What's wrong…?" he asked softly.
"Hia… it's enough. Get up from the floor…"
Toffee helped him up and tried to clean him too, but most of what he cleaned was Artit's chest and neck.
While bathing, their lips brushed again and again, soft and unhurried.
After they finished, Artit helped dry Toffee's hair.
Toffee stood in front of the mirror, wearing Artit's pajama shirt. His bare legs showed as he smiled gently at Artit.
Seeing this, Artit took the dryer back after finishing Toffee's hair. He pulled him closer and made him stand on top of his feet.
"Aren't you cold…?"
"No…"
Artit slipped his hands inside Toffee's shirt, his cold fingers moving lightly.
"Hia…"
Toffee turned back, and their lips met, deepening into a soft kiss.
Toffee touched his hair. "Hia… let me dry your hair…"
"No, it's okay. It will dry on its own."
Toffee pouted. From the mirror, Artit leaned closer, trying to kiss his pout, but Toffee turned away.
Without warning, Artit carried him again.
"Hia… Hia…" Toffee didn't hold his shoulders, hesitating slightly.
Artit laid him on the bed and slipped under the same blanket.
Toffee lay there, avoiding his gaze.
"Baby… don't avoid me… I'm sorry…"
"Just look at me… please…"
Still sulking, Toffee turned slightly.
Artit suddenly shook his head playfully, and droplets from his damp hair fell all over Toffee's face.
Toffee blinked in surprise. "Hia…"
Even though he was a little upset, his voice stayed soft. "You…"
"Don't sulk. I did it so you can feel it. How is it? Does it smell good?" Artit teased, blinking innocently.
"Hia…" Toffee lightly hit his chest.
It wasn't even a real hit, but Artit acted as if it hurt badly.
"Ouch… why did you hit me…?" he said, holding his chest.
Toffee panicked. "But I didn't hit hard… Hia… does it hurt…?"
Suddenly, Artit pulled him into his arms.
"Hia… did you just fool me…?"
Artit laughed.
"Hia… it's not funny…" Toffee said, still sulking.
Artit kissed his lips. "Sorry…"
Toffee widened his eyes and thought, "Dummy… your sorry… I'll get my chance… just wait…"
"Okay… okay… let's sleep. It's already late. You have class tomorrow, right?"
"Let's sleep…"
"Hia… aren't you changing the subject…?"
"How can I? Your words are final. Can we sleep…?"
"Khab… good night, Hia…"
"Good night… my love…"
Artit kissed his lips softly.
And both of them drifted into sleep.
Clang… clang…
The alarm rang...
The alarm Artit had set echoed through the room. His eyes slowly opened as he felt a weight in his arms.
In a hurry, he reached for his phone and turned it off.
He let out a deep sigh. "I forgot I set an alarm…" he muttered.
Then he looked at Toffee, who was sleeping soundly in his arms.
Artit gazed at him.
"How many years did I wait for this moment…? I can't believe it… is this a dream or not…? If it is a dream, I don't want to wake up…"
He gently kissed Toffee's forehead and held him closer, their warmth increasing.
After some time, Toffee woke up. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers.
Looking at Artit, he quickly hid half his face under the blanket, feeling shy.
He tried to calm himself. "I can't believe it…"
He giggled softly.
Then, quietly, he kissed Artit's cheek and tried to slip out of his arms without making a sound.
But as he moved, a pair of arms suddenly locked around him from behind.
"Hia… let me go… it's already late…"
"Can we skip…?"
"Hia…" Toffee looked at him. "It's already been days… We need to go…"
He grabbed Artit's cheek and played with it.
"Wait… baby… just a minute… Can we stay like this…? Just… a little…"
Toffee laughed. "Okay… one minute…"
"How about ten minutes…?"
"Hia… no… we'll be late…"
Still, they stayed like that for more than ten minutes.
Inside the bathroom…
Toffee opened his mouth while Artit brushed his teeth for him.
"Baby… ahh… open more…"
"Okay… done…"
"Hia…"
The word came out with toothpaste and saliva, and it accidentally splashed onto Artit's face.
Toffee froze.
"Hia… sorry…"
And then—it happened again.
Artit just stood there silently.
Toffee burst into laughter, and it echoed in the bathroom.
Artit narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Baby… you're doing this because of yesterday, right…?"
"No… I didn't plan it…"
"Really…?"
Artit leaned closer, rubbing his face against Toffee's cheek and lips, spreading the mess back onto him.
"Hia… you're making me dirty…"
"I don't care… Toffee, come here… I'm not done…"
"No…!"
The brushing war began after the night war.
Soon, the room filled with laughter and Toffee's soft cries.
Downstairs, Toffee's parents could hear everything and laughed.
"Honey… aren't they getting late…?"
"Toffee, Artit… come down… you'll be late!"
The laughter and shouting paused for a moment—as if a final boss had appeared.
Then it started again.
From upstairs—
"Mom… help me…!" Toffee's voice echoed.