Arthit unlocked the door to the hotel room, his arms weighed down by a large bag of food. The enticing aroma of fried chicken and burgers wafted through the air as he stepped inside.
Daotok, seated on the bed with his laptop balanced on his knees, looked up the moment he entered. His eyes sparkled with excitement, his lips curling into a bright smile. That expression alone was enough to make Arthit's heart swell with warmth.
"The views are increasing so fast!" Daotok exclaimed, his fingers dancing over the keyboard.
"Really? How many now?" Arthit set the food on the small table beside the bed and moved closer.
"Almost ten thousand."
"Seriously?" Arthit couldn't hide his disbelief. He quickly navigated to his music video, eager to see for himself. It had only been half an hour since he uploaded it, and thanks to his friends' help in sharing, the numbers were skyrocketing. He already had a decent following, but this was beyond his expectations.
This song was different. It wasn't just another track—it was personal, a piece of his heart woven into melody and lyrics. He had written it for someone special. And, without sounding too boastful, he knew it was good.
Maybe even world-class.
He unwrapped a hamburger and handed it to Daotok.
"You're letting me eat on the bed?" Daotok asked, raising a teasing brow.
"Yeah, just don't spill anything."
"Alright."
Daotok took small, delicate bites, chewing slowly, while Arthit practically devoured his meal in large, unrestrained bites. It was easier to order in than to go out, especially after last night. Daotok had barely been able to get out.of bed that morning, his legs weak and trembling from the aftermath of their passion.
Arthit hadn't expected him to be so receptive, so yielding. Every soft gasp, every shudder beneath his touch had driven him wild. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone, and before Daotok, he hadn't even thought about dating. School had consumed his time, and late-night escapades with his hand had been enough. But Daotok changed everything.
For him, sex had always been just a means of release. But last night? It was something else entirely. It had been about possession, about staking a claim—about love, even if Arthit hadn't voiced it aloud yet. He had tried to be gentle, but his need had been overwhelming.
Even after Daotok had passed out, spent and exhausted, Arthit had wanted more. But taking advantage of him in that state would have been cruel. So instead, he had satisfied himself, all while savoring the scent and warmth of Daotok's sleeping form.
Afterward, he cleaned him up, changed the sheets, and carried him back to bed. For the first time, Arthit had broken his own rule—he hadn't used protection. He worried about the consequences, but so far, Daotok seemed fine. The only evidence of their night together was the red marks that trailed down his neck, chest, and thighs, each one proof of how fiercely Arthit had wanted him.
"Well, do you like it?" Arthit asked as the song continued to play on repeat.
Daotok seemed engrossed, replaying it over and over.
"Yeah, it's good. The bun's soft too."
Arthit chuckled. "Glad you like it."
"The comments are piling up. Some are even in English. They probably think a foreigner made it." Daotok tilted his screen toward him.
Arthit leaned over to read the comments, one in particular catching his eye: Super cool! Sounds international-level! He smirked.
"Maybe," he murmured, pleased.
"When will you make the next song?" Daotok asked.
"I'm working on it little by little."
"I'd love to watch you make it."
Arthit arched a brow. "Really? Wanna come see?"
"Yeah!"
"Once you can walk again," he teased, his lips quirking into a smirk.
Daotok pouted, his frustration evident. He wasn't just sore—his voice was hoarse, too, probably from all the sounds he had made the night before.
"Will it be like this every time?" he asked hesitantly.
"No, your body will get used to it," Arthit reassured him, recalling his friends' experiences with their partners. "The first few times are always the hardest."
"Oh."
Arthit hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Hey."
"What?" Daotok looked up.
"Why don't we move in together?"
Daotok blinked in surprise. "Move in?"
"Yeah. I want to be with you. This place is fine, but we could have something better. I already bought a penthouse."
Daotok stared at him. "You already bought it?"
Arthit nodded casually. "Yeah, we can move anytime."
"Couldn't you have discussed it with me first?"
"Don't you want to live with me?" Arthit softened his voice, feigning disappointment.
Daotok sighed and pinched his cheek. "Of course I do, but this is so sudden.
Besides, I have a one-year contract here."
"Who cares about the deposit? I'll cover it."
"Rich, huh?"
"Yeah. Got the prize money from the competition."
The hundred million Baht had already been transferred to his account. On top of that, an additional two hundred million had come from a recent ransom job he had handled.
"What should I do with this money?" he mused. "Buy a private jet?"
Daotok rolled his eyes. "Up to you. It's your money."
Arthit grinned. "So, are we moving in together or not?"
"Can I say no?"
"Nope."
Daotok sighed in surrender. "Alright, okay."
Arthit gently patted Daotok's head, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.
The warmth of the gesture was almost second nature to him now, a silent acknowledgment of his affection. He had been planning their move for some time, carefully making arrangements behind the scenes.
Once he had made up his mind, he instructed Direk to find them a suitable place. The search led to a luxurious penthouse in the city, spacious and well-lit, with enough room to set up a music studio. It was a practical choice—one that ensured he no longer had to travel all the way to Direk's place just to work.
Of course, adjustments had to be made. He even parted ways with his beloved yellow snake, knowing full well that reptiles and cats were an impossible combination. A necessary sacrifice, but one he was willing to make.
After dinner, Arthit stepped out to dispose of the trash, informing the condo management of his decision to vacate both his units. He had orchestrated the perfect plan to lure Daotok into what was once thought to be a haunted condo, and it had worked. The reduced rent had enticed new tenants, and now the once-deserted floor was slowly coming back to life.
It was all thanks to Daotok's unusual ability to negotiate with the spirits, convincing them to cease their mischief in exchange for regular merit making rituals by the building's owner.
Though Arthit respected Daotok's beliefs, he still found the whole arrangement unsettling. To him, it felt like yielding to unseen thugs—selfish entities that demanded offerings in exchange for peace. Even so, he chose to remain silent on the matter.
Returning to their room, Arthit busied himself with packing while Daotok lounged on the bed, his eyes fixed on his phone.
"The views are already hitting twenty thousand," Daotok murmured, scrolling through the analytics with evident satisfaction.
"By tomorrow, it'll be a hundred thousand," Arthit responded, leaning down to zip one of the suitcases.
"Could be."
Arthit smirked. "World-class artist, that's me." He spoke with the confidence of someone who knew his own worth. When it came to music, he thrived—unlike med school, which had been a completely different story.
Daotok chuckled but winced slightly as he shifted on the bed.
"How's the soreness?" Arthit asked, studying his expression.
Daotok hesitated before answering, "I feel better now."
Arthit observed him closely. He had worried that Daotok might develop a fever or feel unwell, but aside from some lingering soreness, he seemed to be recovering well.
"Guess I wasn't that rough after all," Arthit mused, his tone teasing.
Daotok shot him an unimpressed look. "Do you really think you were gentle?"
Arthit frowned slightly, genuinely puzzled. "Wasn't I?"
Daotok didn't respond immediately, merely letting out a deep sigh before returning his attention to his phone.
Satisfied that Daotok wasn't in any real discomfort, Arthit set aside the last of the packed items and climbed onto the bed beside him. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Daotok's ear before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.
It was a featherlight touch at first, a silent question. Daotok responded by parting his lips slightly, allowing Arthit to deepen the kiss. Their mouths moved in sync, slow and exploratory. Arthit's hand found Daotok's wrist, holding it gently as he shifted forward, leaning over him.
Daotok's kisses were still clumsy, still unsure, but that only made them more endearing. He gripped Arthit's hands tightly, his breaths growing uneven. They stayed that way for minutes, lips melding together in an unhurried rhythm, until Arthit finally pulled away, his gaze softening as he took in the flush on Daotok's face.
Daotok's breathing was slightly labored, his lips tinged pink from the lingering heat of their kiss.
"Do you like kissing?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Arthit chuckled, thumb brushing over Daotok's lower lip. "I like kissing you."
Daotok hesitated before murmuring, "Me too... Can we do it again?"
Arthit cursed under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "Shit..."
Daotok was just too adorable. Too tempting. Holding back was almost impossible, a test of restraint he was quickly losing. His gaze lingered on Daotok's flushed cheeks, the slight quiver of his lips, the way his chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath. Who could resist?
He leaned in, capturing Daotok's lips in a searing kiss, deep and consuming. His tongue pushed past parted lips, tasting the sweetness within, hungry and relentless. He nibbled on the soft flesh of Daotok's upper and lower lips, teasing, drawing out muffled gasps.
The heat between them surged, their bodies moving in sync, feeding into each other's desire. Daotok's breathing quickened, his body responding with an almost innocent eagerness. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed back, hesitant yet craving more.
Arthit wasn't faring much better. His pulse pounded, heat pooling low in his abdomen. He slid his hands over Daotok's smooth skin, lifting him effortlessly to straddle his lap. Their bodies pressed together, warmth and want merging into something undeniable. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, fingers trailing down to explore every inch of bare skin beneath his touch.
A sharp gasp escaped Daotok's throat as Arthit's fingers brushed over a sensitive peak. His body shivered, responding instinctively to the touch.
Encouraged, Arthit pushed the fabric away, peeling Daotok's shirt from his body. His breath hitched at the sight—white skin marked with faint red traces from the night before. Proof of his claim. His gaze traveled downward, pausing at the undeniable evidence of Daotok's arousal. He smirked.
Daotok turned his face away, flustered, but his hands remained on Arthit's shoulders, gripping tightly. The vulnerability in his expression only made Arthit's hunger grow stronger.
"You're already hard," Arthit teased, his voice a husky whisper against Daotok's ear. Despite his playful tone, his own arousal was impossible to ignore. The growing tightness in his pants was becoming unbearable.
He reached down, fingers ghosting over the most sensitive part of Daotok's body. A sharp intake of breath followed, and Daotok bit his lip, his body tensing. Arthit pressed his thumb against the tip, feeling the slickness that had already gathered there. He rubbed, slow and deliberate, watching with satisfaction as Daotok trembled under his touch.
Lowering his head, Arthit traced his tongue over Daotok's chest, lips finding their way to a hardened peak. He sucked, his tongue flicking and teasing, earning the sweetest sounds from the man in his lap. Daotok arched into the touch, his breath coming in soft, pleading gasps.
"Mm..."
Arthit glanced up, meeting Daotok's gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded, shimmering with unshed desire, silently begging for more. His fingers dug into Arthit's shoulders, his entire body pliant beneath his touch. That look—so vulnerable, so utterly intoxicating—sent a shiver down Arthit's spine. His own need pulsed, pressing against Daotok's thigh, drawing another involuntary shudder from the smaller man.
In one swift motion, Arthit shifted their positions, pressing Daotok beneath him, their bodies aligning perfectly. Daotok gasped, the sudden movement catching him off guard. He lay there, bare and beautiful, face flushed in both embarrassment and need.
"W-What are you doing?" Daotok's voice wavered, uncertain yet filled with anticipation.
Arthit ran his fingers over Daotok's trembling form, his touch reverent yet possessive. "Are you feeling better?"
Daotok swallowed hard, nodding hesitantly. "Y-Yeah... It's getting better…Ah... uh..."
Arthit smirked, his fingers grazing over heated skin. "Then... can we continue?"
Daotok hesitated, but his body betrayed him, shifting instinctively closer.
"Uh-huh..."
"Don't force yourself," Arthit murmured, his voice softer now, laced with something gentler beneath the hunger.
"I won't." Daotok's response came in a whisper, his lips curling into a small, teasing smile. It sent a thrill straight through Arthit. Then, with a voice just as unsteady yet laced with quiet determination, Daotok uttered words that made Arthit's entire body tighten with anticipation.
"Make me yours..."
The words came in English, deliberate and clear.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Arthit's lips. His fingers ghosted over Daotok's waist, holding him firmly.
He reached down, pushing his own pants lower, his arousal finally freed.
Daotok's eyes widened slightly, lingering downward before his gaze flickered away, unsure yet undeniably intrigued.
"Turn around."
Daotok hesitated for only a moment before obeying, shifting into position, his body tense with anticipation. Arthit grasped his hips, pulling him closer, lips tracing along the curve of his back, savoring the warmth of his skin.
Daotok gasped, body jolting when he felt the first warm, wet touch of Arthit's tongue exploring places that had never been touched before. The sensation sent tremors through his limbs, his fingers clenching the sheets as his voice trembled with muffled moans.
"Ugh... Ahh... Hnn..."
Arthit groaned against him, the sounds Daotok made only fueling his own need. He worked his tongue expertly, his hands stroking along Daotok's front, teasing, coaxing, drawing out more of those sweet, desperate sounds.
It wasn't long before Daotok, overcome with sensation, turned, his lips parting as he lowered himself, taking Arthit into his mouth with careful, eager movements. His small hands trembled slightly as they stroked along the length, his tongue working in rhythm, his soft moans vibrating against sensitive skin. Arthit hissed at the sensation, his head tilting back, pleasure surging through his veins.
He looked down, watching through hooded eyes as Daotok's cheeks flushed deeper, his eyes hazy with desire. Clear liquid clung to his lips, his expression utterly sinful, and yet, there was still a trace of shyness in his gaze.
It was too much.
Arthit growled lowly, threading his fingers through Daotok's hair, tilting his face up slightly. "You have no idea how much you're driving me crazy."
Daotok's only response was a muffled moan around him, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over him. His patience was wearing thin, and soon, neither of them would be able to hold back any longer.
Daotok's sweet, breathless moans filled the dimly lit room, each one slipping past his lips in intervals that sent a shiver down Arthit's spine. His heart pounded at the sound, at the way Daotok trembled beneath his touch, unable to voice his pleasure fully because his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Arthit groaned softly, feeling Daotok's body move instinctively in rhythm with the slow, deliberate strokes of his hands. His tongue delved into the soft, wet heat of Daotok's passage, tasting, savoring, teasing. The way Daotok arched, the way his fingers clutched at the sheets, was intoxicating.
"Ah! Oh... Oh... Don't... Oh—"
"Do you like it?" Arthit murmured against his sensitive flesh, his voice husky, dark with desire.
"Oh..." came the breathless whimper, answering more truthfully than words ever could.
With deliberate care, Arthit eased his index finger into that tight, slick heat, marveling at the way Daotok's body tensed and shuddered around him. A gasp, a sharp intake of breath, then a deep moan that vibrated through the air. His other hand wrapped around Daotok's arousal, stroking in tandem, the rhythm steadily growing more insistent.
"Ahhh... ohhh!"
A sudden gasp, then release—hot, white ribbons spilling over Arthit's fingers, slick and warm. He used it, spreading the evidence of Daotok's pleasure, slicking him up before sliding another finger inside, curling them just right to make Daotok's back arch off the bed. The reaction was beautiful. His thin frame trembled as Arthit worked him open, slow and unrelenting.
"Umm... mm..." Daotok whimpered, his body a mess of quivering heat.
Arthit pulled back, watching as Daotok sat up on the bed, his face flushed, lips swollen, pupils blown wide with lust. He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to Arthit's own aching need.
"Wanna taste?" Arthit asked with a teasing smirk, recalling the way Daotok had whispered his cravings before. His lover hesitated only a moment before nodding, then leaning down, parting his lips to take him in.
Heat. Wetness. The sheer warmth of Daotok's mouth made Arthit's head tilt back, a low hiss escaping between his teeth. He watched, entranced, as Daotok worked him deeper, his throat taking him inch by inch. His hands gripped Arthit's thighs for balance, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue flicking against the sensitive tip.
Arthit groaned, the sensation overwhelming. "Mm... Dao..."
Before he knew it, Daotok had taken more, pushing himself further. Arthit's restraint cracked. He tangled his fingers in Daotok's hair, guiding his movements, pushing just a little deeper, reveling in the wet, obscene sounds filling the space between them. Daotok moaned around him, sending vibrations that nearly unraveled him completely.
More. He needed more.
A choked sound, a muffled moan. Daotok barely flinched, swallowing everything when Arthit could no longer hold back, his throat working around the heat of release. His lashes fluttered, his lips glistening as he swallowed greedily, savoring the taste.
Arthit caught his breath, watching in awe as Daotok licked his lips, eyes dark with something unspoken.
"Is it still sweet?" Arthit teased, brushing his thumb over the corner of Daotok's mouth.
A slow, wicked smile spread across his lover's face. "Sweet."
The words ignited something primal in Arthit.
"You're driving me insane," he growled, pulling Daotok into his lap, positioning him just right. "How far do you want to push me? Do you want me to die from loving you, or what?"
Daotok looped his arms around Arthit's neck, breathless. "Yes. Love me until you die."
"You're such a little devil."
"Only with my boyfriend."
Arthit chuckled darkly before gripping Daotok's hips and aligning himself.
With one swift motion, he pressed inside, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation was indescribable—the scorching heat, the way Daotok's body clenched around him, the way his hands fisted in Arthit's hair, pulling hard.
"Ahh!! Ugh, it hurts... ugh," Daotok gasped, his small body trembling.
Arthit leaned forward, pressing tender kisses along his jaw, his temple, murmuring against his skin. "It's okay."
"I-It's too big... again..."
"Isn't it good?"
"Ugh... No, it's not good."
"Why?"
"It hurts, ughh."
"It'll be fine soon."
Daotok whimpered, still adjusting, but soon, a different sound slipped from his lips—soft, breathy, needy. Arthit smirked. "Move already."
"Not yet... Kiss me."
Arthit crushed their lips together, swallowing Daotok's moans as his hands roamed, stroking his thighs, gripping his hips, guiding him. Slowly, Daotok began to move, rolling his hips, lifting himself up before sinking back down, over and over, the pace increasing with every thrust.
"More! Ahh!"
Arthit gritted his teeth, gripping Daotok's hips, meeting his movements with forceful thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin, the sharp moans, the breathless gasps—it was too much. Daotok's eyes glistened, his lips swollen and parted, his whole body rocking in time with the rhythm Arthit set.
"Try moving yourself," Arthit commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
Daotok's hands braced against Arthit's stomach as he began riding him with more urgency. Every time he came down, he took Arthit impossibly deep, his body squeezing tight around him, milking him.
"Ahh... Arthit..." Daotok moaned, his body trembling, overwhelmed.
Arthit groaned, watching him fall apart, watching the way he lost himself in pleasure. It was too much, too intoxicating.
With a low growl, Arthit flipped him over onto his back, gripping his thighs and spreading him wide before plunging back in, his thrusts deep and unforgiving.
"Ahh! Oh! Ah! Ah!"
"You're all mine... only mine," Arthit whispered against Daotok's sweat damp skin.
Daotok clung to him, moaning his name over and over, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy between them. And when release finally claimed them both, their bodies trembled together, tangled in heated, breathless passion.
As the aftershocks faded, Daotok lay boneless beneath him, panting, flushed, utterly wrecked. Arthit reached out, brushing away the day strands of hair from his lover's face.
"I need a shower," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Daotok's forehead.
"Mmm..." came the exhausted reply.
Arthit smirked. "Can I have another round in the shower?"
"I... I can't take anymore," Daotok whispered, voice raw.
Arthit only chuckled, pressing another teasing kiss to his lips. "But I still can. I can go all night."
Daotok groaned, burying his face in the pillow. Arthit only laughed, already planning the next round.