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Daotok
"You okay?"
Ten minutes ago, I swore that if I heard that question one more time, I was going to throw my very expensive box of colour pencils at someone's head. I love my colour pencils but honestly, it would be worth it.
But since the question came from one of my best friends, Typhoon, Phoon, or Cat, depending on the mood, I simply smile.
Especially because Phoon's large, soft eyes are one of my weaknesses, ever since we became friends. And also because he is three months pregnant now. I would never hurt my godchild too.
"Yes, Cat. I am okay." I assure him, again.
I know everyone is on edge about me returning to work after what happened. Well... I guess that is what happens when you get stood up at your own damn wedding by a fucking idiotic Alpha two weeks ago.
That is right.
Kram, the Alpha I had been dating since university, left me a note and disappeared two hours before we were supposed to get married.
I am sorry, Dao. I know I'm a coward, but I don't think I can do this. I love you, but I don't think it's enough... there is also someone else. I'm sorry. I'll pay for the wedding and everything. I'll apologise to your parents one day. But I can't go through with it today.
I knew it.
There were signs. Small things. Missed calls. Hesitation when I talked about the future. The way he no longer looked at me like I was something precious.
But I ignored all of it for the sake of loyalty.
Because Kram was the first Alpha I wanted to spend my life with. The one I softened my temper for, because he said I was too sharp-tongued. The one I learned to swallow my words around. The one I stayed with through four years of mediocre sex.
He never even knotted me. But again for the sake of loyalty.
And what did it get me?
An intimate wedding, yes, since our circles weren't large but still. Crying alone in an empty wedding hall, after breaking the news to rows of shocked, sympathetic faces. My fathers patting my head gently, promising they would get through this with me.
Ter and Phoon clutching me as we all bawled together, while their mates stood nearby with tight jaws and pained expressions.
North and Nao in full furious mode, wanting to murder Kram outright. They were hot-headed for Omegas. They even asked their influential Alpha mates, possibly from the mafia, if rumours were true, Johan and Tiger, if they could help track Kram down and teach him a lesson.
They wanted to. I stopped them and told them it wasn't worth it.
Then I locked myself alone in my apartment for two weeks, telling my friends and my fathers that I needed space to process everything. They respected that, after I promised I wouldn't do anything foolish. They simply made sure food and snacks were delivered every day, without fail.
Two weeks of throwing out Kram's things to emotional ballads and, sometimes, loud punk rock. Two weeks of crying over countless tubs of ice cream, soaking in long baths until the water went cold.
And then, somewhere between exhaustion and clarity, I realised something. I wasn't heartbroken because I lost him. I was sad because my time had been wasted.
I loved Kram, for the years we shared, for the fleeting sweet moments but I wasn't in love with him.
That realisation hit harder than the breakup itself.
It also made me realise that maybe I was a coward, too. And that, in his own terrible way, Kram saved both of us by ending it.
Although... if he could have done it in a less humiliating way, that would have been nice.
Last night, I finally pulled myself together. I texted my fathers that I was okay, really okay, and their relief practically poured through the screen. I also told my friends in our group chat that I was ready to return to work.
Work meant our small fashion company. The one the five of us built together after university.
They're my second family. Five Omegas who just understood one another and somehow became inseparable.
I met Easter, Ter, first, at our university cafe. He was stressed out of his mind over his on-again, off-again relationship with Hill. They had a lot of history. I couldn't resist sitting down and comforting him.
Ter was a fashion major and later joined my art club, where I was, embarrassingly, the only member. He dragged along his roommate, North, from Computer Engineering. North dragged in Nao, his classmate. Then Ter met Phoon in a photography elective and pulled him in too.
And just like that, there were five of us.
Ter eventually got together with Hill and somehow became a matchmaker for North and Hill's friend, Johan, and for Phoon and Hill's other friend, Tonfah. Nao started dating his childhood best friend, Tiger. One by one, they all eventually mated and wedded after university. Kram and I were the last.
Back to the company. We decided to start it the moment we graduated. Five people with different skills who somehow worked perfectly together. I handle design and communications. Phoon manages photography and marketing. Ter is in charge of fashion design. North handles sales because he can talk to literally anyone. His engineering degree went to waste. And Nao runs our IT systems.
When I arrived at the office this morning, all four of them hugged me immediately. Our small team of staff gave me sympathetic looks and gentle words until I finally insisted, firmly, that I was okay.
That was when I made the mental vow about the colour pencils.
I'm grateful. Truly. But I'm done with pity. I just want to sit in my office, catch up on work, and do what I love.
My friends know I'm genuinely alright.
Phoon, though, has always been the one who feels more.
Now he smiles at me, soft, warm and relieved, and it makes my chest loosen a little. Out of all of us, Phoon has always been the baby of the group. The most emotional, in the best way, because that's how deeply he loves.
The pregnancy probably doesn't help either.
"That's good." He says. "Ter was saying we could have lunch together at that sushi place you like. I can have the cooked ones."
"Sure."I reply easily. "I want bubble tea later too."
Phoon brightens immediately, clearly reassured now that food is involved. "Okay! See you later."
He leaves my office, practically bouncing, and I chuckle fondly to myself. I turn back to my desk, my sketches, my work.
Time to get back to doing what I love.
==
The next few days pass smoothly.
No one asks if I am okay anymore. They accept that since I am back to working at my usual speed, I must be fine. And they are right. I am.
Until two things happen.
The first comes in the form of an email from Kram. An email. Not even a text message. After two weeks of radio silence.
I open it with a flat expression. He forwards me receipts, stating that he has paid for everything, just like he promised. Venue, catering, decorations, and basically every painful reminder neatly itemised.
Then there's an attachment. An itinerary with flight details and a hotel booking. Our supposed honeymoon to Korea.
We were meant to go in two weeks' time. Because of his work schedule, we could only fly a month after the wedding. A wedding that never happened.
His email reads: You planned and chose the location, so I have transferred everything to you and paid for it fully. Take it as my apology gift to you.
I snort softly. His pity really knows no bounds.
And yet... I was looking forward to that trip. Not because I would be going with Kram, but because I was genuinely excited to travel to Korea. The food, streets and of course the cherry blossoms I had researched obsessively.
Since he has already "gifted" it to me and since everything is planned and paid for, I decide to take it.
Maybe travelling alone will help me put this entire fiasco fully behind me. Recharge a little. Not that I'm not already over it. Maybe.. just maybe.. I can also find someone there to move on with.
Since I realise I was not in love with Kram, it also hit me how much I have been losing out in terms of other areas. Especially my sex life. I have never had good sex.
Maybe I could try finding a no strings attached hook up in Korea... that would work. I know I am considered an attractive Omega. It would not be too hard.
That bump is small. Easily dealt with.
I reply with a single word: Thanks.
The second bump is trickier. It happens when Ter enters my office wearing a sheepish expression. "What is it?" I ask immediately.
"Um...."Ter hesitates. "I accepted a contract while you were away."
I blink. That alone is not unusual. All five of us have executive power in the company. We have always trusted each other's instincts.
So why does he look so guilty?
"It was a favour," Ter continues carefully. "For Hill... and Fah... and Johan... and Tiger..."
A sense of unease settles in my chest. "Is it for...?"
"Yes." He sighs. "For Arthit."
My jaw tightens instantly. Arthit is one of my friends' mates' friends and the person I have never gotten along with.
My dislike for him started years ago, back when Phoon was still awkwardly courting Fah. Phoon had bought Fah snacks and left them on Fah's study table. We later found out Arthit had eaten all of them because he was hungry.
Phoon cried until Fah came back, figured out what happened, and smacked his friend on the head.
Arthit apologised. Offered to buy the snacks again. Phoon forgave him.
I didn't.
Then there were the group hangouts. Arthit was loud, too loud, and I've always been sensitive to noise. I also hated the way he treated relationships like disposable things, cycling through Omegas like clothes.
He claimed everyone knew what they were getting into. I pitied the idiots who believed him just because he was good-looking and muscular.
Naturally, he didn't like the judgemental looks I gave him. Or my sassy retorts and the fact that I never hid my irritation.
So we bickered constantly. During meals, study sessions, group gatherings.. Our friends often had to physically separate us.
I toned it down when Kram complained that I lost my temper too easily around Arthit. That he didn't like how Arthit could rile me up.
I told Kram it wasn't because I was interested in Arthit. I was genuinely annoyed by the childish Alpha.
After graduation, I saw Arthit less, only at special occasions hosted by our friends.
The last time I saw him was... strange.
It was Ter's birthday, three months before the wedding. I handed him an invitation out of courtesy. For the sake of our circle of friends.
He stared at it. Then his scent spiked, sandalwood burning sharp and irritated.
"So you are really marrying him?" He asked.
The look he gave me made my skin prickle. In all the years we had argued, Arthit had never looked at me like that.
"Yeah." I replied simply. "We have been dating for a long time."
He took the invite and said he would try to make it. He might be out of town filming music videos. He didn't show up in the end.
While Hill, Fah, Johan, and Arthit were all med students, only Hill and Fah followed through. Johan quit in his final year to take over his family business. Arthit quit to pursue music.
As annoying as he was, he could sing. Now he is famous. But fame hasn't improved his personality.
I have heard, in passing, that Arthit has fired three stylists since his debut. He has asked Ter multiple times to design for him, but Ter always refused because he knew I wouldn't like it.
I suppose Arthit eventually annoyed everyone enough to get Ter to agree while I was on break.
"I'm sorry." Ter says quickly. "But you don't have to be involved. I'll handle Arthit entirely."
I exhale slowly. I can't let Ter go through it alone. Even if he handles the fashion design, he still needs my input for proposals and concepts.
"It's fine."I decide. "I can work with him. It's just work."
I'm professional enough. And surely, we're both adults now.
Ter looks visibly relieved. "He needs new outfits for his album. I'll send you the brief later. He's coming in tomorrow to discuss concepts."
So that's why Ter waited until now to tell me.
"Mm. Okay." I nod.
"Thanks, Dao. I love you." He says, blowing exaggerated kisses at me.
I smile despite myself.
"You can pay me back by covering me in two weeks."I say. "I want to go away for a bit."
He looks confused until I show him Kram's email.
His expression hardens immediately. "I hate that he contacted you like this."
"But I do deserve the trip." I say calmly.
"You do."Ter agrees. "Go. The rest of us will back you up."
"Thanks. I'll help with Arthit's project as much as I can before I go."
==
I stare at his cocky smirk, irritation rising but I keep my face neutral.
"We have amended the proposal three times based on your previous comments." I say evenly. "I'm confident the outfits suit the concept of your new album perfectly."
"I know." Arthit replies, leaning back in his chair, that infuriating smile still in place. "But there is still just something... missing."
His tone is far too innocent to be believable.
Beside him, his manager, Moon, exhales loudly and shoots me a look that clearly says I am not paid enough for this.
I swear Arthit does this on purpose, just to get a reaction out of me. And I refuse to give him one.
Since our first meeting last week, it feels like we have slipped straight back into our university days, bickering, clashing and circling each other like irritated cats.
But when Arthit first saw me again, I realised he wasn't like everyone else.
He didn't ask if I was okay. Instead, he glanced at me once and said, "You managed to dodge a loser. Good job."
I had barely managed to resist laughing.
Then, naturally, he returned to his usual annoying self and began nitpicking every detail of my proposal. I nearly smacked him if Ter hadn't physically restrained me.
Beside me now, Ter exhales softly. "Thit, maybe you can be more specific about what you're looking for?"
Arthit's expression finally softens.
He never gives Ter a hard time, probably because he knows Hill would murder him if he did.
"I just want it to be more... expressive." Arthit says, voice lowering slightly. "The new album is about unrequited love. The outfits need to really convey that longing."
It is the first time I have heard him speak so gently.
There is something in his eyes I can't quite decipher.
Curiosity slips past my irritation before I can stop it. "Why unrequited love?"
Arthit has always been a player. I never imagined him actually being in love.
He turns his gaze to me.
It is the same look he gave me when I handed him my wedding invitation months ago. The memory prickles uncomfortably beneath my skin.
"Mm... just because." He says.
He holds my gaze a beat too long until Ter clears his throat, breaking whatever that was. Ter looks confused too.
"Alright." Ter says briskly. "I get it. Let me revise the designs and get back to you next week."
Then he turns to me. "Dao, I can manage from here. Don't worry. Go on your trip."
Arthit looks back at me. "Where are you going, Shorty?"
Right. That. Another reason why Arthit annoys me. He refuses to call me by my name. While I am taller than most Omegas, I am still a head shorter than him.
"To Korea." I answer calmly. "My supposed honeymoon." I am not ashamed to say it.
Arthit raises a brow. "Alone?"
"Yeah. Why?"
He shrugs casually. "Just a coincidence. I am heading to Korea next week too. Scouting locations for my music videos."
I blink. What are the odds?
Ter looks mildly amused now. "You're joking."
"No."Moon cuts in, looking up from his tablet. "He really is. I mean we are."
"So where are you staying?" Arthit asks, glancing back at me. "Want me to bring you around?"
I reject him immediately. "No thanks. I'm going to recharge on this trip. You drain me." I say it bluntly, although fully aware he is also a client.
Moon snickers. Arthit shoots him a glare, and Moon immediately schools his expression.
"Well." Ter claps his hands together brightly, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. "I will email the revised concepts to you, Thit. We can discuss via email or when you're back."
"Mm. Okay."
Moon and Arthit stand, and we rise as well out of politeness. Ter walks them to the door. I stay behind.
Arthit glances back at me. Then, he smirks. "Bye Shorty."
I discreetly give him the middle finger and Arthit laughs loudly before leaving.
After the door to the meeting room shuts, Ter returns to me with a thoughtful expression.
"What was that about?" He asks. "That look between the two of you earlier."
I raise a brow. "What do you mean?"
Ter tilts his head slightly. "I've never seen Arthit look at you like that. It looked like..."
"Looked like what?" I prompt.
He gives me a small, knowing smile. "We used to suspect Arthit might have liked you. Hill and the rest agreed."
I almost choke on my own saliva. "What?"
Ter shrugs casually, like he hasn't just dropped something ridiculous on me. "We thought that's why he kept bickering with you, trying to get your attention. And we thought maybe there was some attraction on your end too, but then you started dating Kram."
"I was never attracted to Arthit." I state flatly. "I'm not one of those Omegas who fall just because someone is handsome."
"So you do think he's handsome?" Ter laughs.
"I am not blind." I shoot back. "But he's really not my type. You know that. And I am sure he doesn't like me either. He is just not used to people not giving him what he wants."
Arthit is spoiled. I have heard his parents dote on him like he can do no wrong.
Ter hums. "Then what was that look earlier?"
I shrug. "Just him messing with me like always." I will never tell him it is not the first time.
I change the subject before he can dig deeper. "Are you sure you can handle the revisions alone?"
Ter nods. "Yeah. Honestly, if he is messing with you, he'll probably behave better when you're not involved. I've got Hill backing me up too."
He smiles warmly. "Just go enjoy your trip. And buy us lots of snacks."
"Yes," I reply dryly. "I have the list."
The four of them have compiled an entire Google Doc, snacks for Ter, Nao, and North, and baby clothes for Phoon.
"We love you." Ter says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
"Only because I'm buying things this time." I laugh, pushing him away playfully.
==
Dao's list for Korea
1. See cherry blossoms
2. Eat authentic korean food
3. Cat cafes!
4. Find design inspirations
5. Buy items on google doc by friends
6. No strings attached hook up (alpha or beta, preferably good looking)
==
"So pretty."
I smile to myself as I snap photos of the cherry blossom trees lining the park. Soft pink petals flutter in the air, some landing in my hair, others carpeting the path beneath my feet.
This is the first location on my list after landing and checking into my hotel. The park, recommended by locals, is thankfully within walking distance, and the serenity seeps into my bones after hours of travel.
I pause, lowering my phone to simply exist in the moment.
Then... Click.
A camera shutter. A brief flash of light.
I turn and freeze. “What the fuck?" I blurt out.
Arthit stands a few feet away from me, phone still raised. As annoying as ever. As good-looking as ever. He is dressed in a long dark coat, black layers underneath, hair styled effortlessly like he hasn't just flown halfway across the world.
I'm ninety percent sure he just took a photo of me.
"What a coincidence, Shorty." He grins.
"You... why are you here?" I cross my arms, my mood instantly souring a little.
"I told you I would be travelling to Korea." Arthit replies innocently.
"Yes, but why are you here." I emphasise, gesturing vaguely around the park.
"Scouting filming locations." He says, glancing around. "My hotel is nearby."
Something clicks. "...Which hotel?"
"L Hotel."
Fuck.
"What are the odds?" I groan. "I'm staying there too. Are you sure you're not stalking me?" I eye him suspiciously.
Arthit snorts. "I'm not that free. The album is about unrequited love, remember? This park is popular and I thought strolling here and even viewing cherry blossoms alone might convey longing."
That... unfortunately makes sense.
"Why are you actually alone then?" I ask. "Where is Moon?"
"He's currently puking his guts out in the hotel room." Arthit sighs. "Motion sickness. The plane ride and car ride almost killed him. He nearly puked on my expensive shoes."
I grimace. "Moon should have aimed better."
I expect him to snap back but instead, Arthit chuckles.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you. My feet are puke-free. I'll tell Moon next time."
That earns a laugh from me before I can stop myself.
Arthit freezes then stares.
"That is the first time you've laughed with me." He says slowly. "Not at me."
He is right.
"...Maybe it's the air here." I reply lightly. "I am in a good mood."
And I am. Even if his presence startled me, and briefly irritated me, the cherry blossoms, the fresh air, the fact that I'm exactly where I want to be... it all outweighs it.
We stand there for a few moments in an unfamiliar quiet. Tiny smiles tug at our lips. This might be the longest we have interacted without wanting to curse each other out or throw something.
It really must be the air.
"So..." Arthit slips his hands into his coat pockets. "Where are you going later?"
My plans immediately flash through my mind. Dinner at a small, well-reviewed restaurant, then a club. Item number six on my list. I wanted to get it out of the way early, just in case the first choice does not work out.
Two weeks is plenty of time, after all. But I'm not telling him that.
"Just around." I answer vaguely. "You don't need to know." I pause, then add pointedly, "Enjoy scouting your locations."
Before he can respond, before he can smirk or bicker or call me Shorty again, I turn and walk away.
==
"Hello. Can I buy you a drink?"
The Alpha who has been staring at me not-so-subtly from across the club finally approaches. He speaks in English, his accent soft and endearing.
Actually, there have been a few since I stepped inside.
I made sure of it with my outfit. Tight, high-waisted black jeans that cling to me like a second skin. Ir is paired with a sheer silk shirt that reveals just enough under the shifting club lights to invite curiosity.
It is an outfit that I bought on impulse two days before my flight. Without my friends knowing. I never told them about this plan of mine. Ter, North and Nao will lecture me about safety while Phoon will worry.
But I know it is something I need. I have heard them talk about mind blowing sex with their mates. I need it too. Thanks to Kram and his smaller than average dick and bad moves, I have never known good sex.
The Alpha in front of me is handsome enough. I scan him openly. He works out. That is promising.
"Mm, sure." I answer. I gesture to the cocktail in my hand. "I like this, but I forgot the name."
"No worries." He grins as he waves the bartender over and speaks in Korean. The bartender takes a look at my glass, grins and nods knowingly.
"So, where are you from?" The Alpha asks, stepping closer. His pheromones are rolling out with the intention to flirt. He smells like tobacco. I don't particularly like or dislike it. Kram used to smell like black tea so I am just avoiding that.
I am about to answer him but burnt sandalwood slams into my senses. I gasp as a warm hand settles firmly at the small of my back.
"What the fuck?" I almost shout, in Thai.
Arthit appears beside me like a damn demon. His expression is nothing like I have ever seen before. No smirk or teasing grin that he usually wears. His gaze is dark, sharp, and unmistakably pissed.
The other Alpha immediately looks confused too as Arthit's scent is obviously aggressive.
"What are you doing here?!" I hiss.
He glances at me. "Potential location. Drinking expresses longing." He says flatly.
That sounds like bullshit. Of all the clubs in Korea. This one isn't even near our hotel. I picked it specifically because I didn't want to bring a stranger back with me. I was ready to get another room nearby if things went well.
"I think you are fucking with me." I snap. "But fine, go do your work then. Why are you interrupting me?"
"Because." He switches to Korean and says something low and sharp to the Alpha. I don't understand a word of it, but I don't miss the way the man pales.
He nods quickly, mutters an apology in English, and disappears into the crowd.
I spin on Arthit immediately. "What did you say to him?"
Arthit narrows his gaze at me, specifically my outfit. "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Yes. I am trying to find a hook up." I say straightforwardly. "But you ruined it. What did you say to him?" I insist.
At that moment, the bartender returns with my new drink. I take it and drink half of it to calm my irritation.
"Why do you want a hook up? Do you know how dangerous it is? You are alone in a foreign country too! For all you know he could be a damn serial killer. If anything happens to you, your friends are going to flip!" Arthit scolds me harshly.
"Are you actually lecturing me?" I stare at him. "I am an adult. I can take care of myself!" It could be the alcohol but I say bluntly. "I need it okay? I have never had good sex and I wasted all my years with an idiot who ran off on me."
Arthit stares at me. I realise his gaze has morphed in something I can't describe. "What do you mean you never had good sex?" His voice has dropped.
I exhale. He is not the person I want to have this convo with but it has already reached this point. I also want him to know and leave me alone so I can find another interest.
"Kram was not the best in bed okay." I admit. "He has never been able to knot me too."
"Even during his ruts or your heat?" Arthit does not look away.
"No. He wasn't the biggest also so he never really reached... certain places." I swallow the other half of my drink. "Anyway, I need this and I will be safe. I took self-defence when I was younger remember?" I have threatened him with that many times when I wanted to kick him but our friends always intervened.
"Shorty." Arthit is still staring. His gaze is darker now.
"What?" I am completely annoyed. He chased away the Alpha I was slightly interested in. And I think he followed me here too.
"Let me be the one. Your hook-up."
It is my turn to stare at him. He looks completely serious. "What?"
"You want someone who is good in bed right? Try me." His pheromones shift and they no longer smell burnt. In fact, it smells... attractive. Thick sandalwood that is meant to lure.
Before I can react, he presses it briefly, firmly, against the front of his pants. He is not even fully hard, but the shape, and size, is unmistakable.
"I'm confident." Arthit says quietly in a very low tone that makes my stomach curl, "That I can satisfy you."
==
I don't remember the exact sequence of events, only a frantic blur of need. I remember my hand refusing to leave his crotch, feeling the pulse of him hardening under my palm, a silent dare.
In that brief moment of hesitation, Arthit made the decision for me, his grip firm on my wrist as he tugged me out of the club and into the cool night air.
I was pushed into the back of a cab, the door slamming shut behind us. In the dim interior, I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was an arrogant asshole, but the words died in my throat as he slammed his lips onto mine. And that was history.
Because as infuriating as Arthit is, the man can kiss. I have never been so thoroughly dominated by a kiss, my mouth plundered, his tongue stroking against mine until I'm whimpering, a pathetic, needy sound I don't recognise as my own.
I think the driver was pissed because the cab became thick with our pheromones and how lewd we were, but I vaguely recall Arthit shoving a thick wad of cash at him before yanking me out. We were a tangle of limbs and lips in the lift, his hands gripping my ass, grinding against me.
And now... now I'm on Arthit's hotel bed, my body completely naked and bent nearly in half, my knees pressed to my chest. He slams into me, his thick length splitting me open as my slick leaks out around him, coating my thighs and the sheets beneath us. I think in my lustful haze, he must have prepared me with his fingers, but it wasn't enough.
A sharp, exquisite burn rips through me as he stretches me wide, and I welcome it, arching my back to take him deeper. Unlike Kram, he js longer, thicker, and he knows exactly how to angle his hips to nail that special spot inside me that makes lights explode behind my eyes.
I cry out shamelessly, a string of pleas and curses falling from my lips as I beg him not to stop, to never stop. Our pheromones are a chaotic storm, his rich sandalwood and my sweet strawberries, mixing together until the air is heavy, intoxicating, a potent declaration of what we're doing. I am in tears, overwhelmed, almost delirious from the sheer, unadulterated pleasure he is wringing from my body. I have never, ever felt anything like this. God, I have really been losing out.
"You are so fucking adorable like this." Arthit pants, his voice a raw, strained sound as he continues to thrust into me with a furious, relentless rhythm. His hips snap against mine, the sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoing in the room. "If I knew you would fall apart so beautifully while I am inside you, I would have taken you back in university, before you ever met that fucking loser." His words are possessive, and they only make me wetter.
We fuck hard and deep. I know I am being loud, screaming his name, but I can't bring myself to care.
It doesn't take long before the coil in my belly tightens to an impossible degree, and I shatter. I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, and spurts all over my stomach. It is more powerful than anything I have ever experienced. My whole body convulses, my slick gushing around him as my eyes roll back into my head. I feel him groan, a deep, guttural sound, and then he's pulsing inside me, his warmth filling the condom as he finds his own release.
He falls on me, his weight a delicious, crushing pressure that pins me to the mattress. For a moment, we just breathe, the only sound our ragged gasps. Then he latches his lips onto the side of my neck, right over my scent gland, and starts to suck. Even in my post-orgasmic haze, I know what he is doing. He's scenting me, marking me as his.
It feels too good, too right, and I don't have the energy, or the will, to stop him. I just turn my head, baring my throat to him in silent surrender.
He doesn't stop there. His softening cock is still inside me, and I feel him twitch with renewed interest as he continues to lave my neck with his tongue, soothing the mark he's made. His hands start to roam again, one sliding down my sweat-slick back to grip my ass, the other coming up to tangle in my hair, tilting my head for better access.
"Round two." He murmurs against my skin, his voice already thick with desire again. "I'm not done with you yet." He pulls out slowly, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. I hear the tear of a foil packet, and then he's rolling on another condom.
He flips me over effortlessly, manhandling me onto my stomach and pulling my hips up until I'm on my knees, my face pressed into the pillows. He spreads my cheeks, and I feel his hot breath against my entrance before his tongue is on me, licking and tasting.
“Ah fuck..” Kram never liked eating me out. Arthit obviously loves it as he pushes his tongue into my entrance without hesitation.
“You taste like strawberries here too..” Arthit murmurs before I feel him suck on my rim.
I moan into the pillow, pushing back against him as he eats me out with the same single-minded focus he does everything else.
When he's satisfied that I'm writhing and begging for him again, he lines himself up and pushes back in, this time even deeper than before. The new angle is devastating. He sets a punishing pace, one hand gripping my hip so hard I know I'll have bruises tomorrow, the other reaching around to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts. The sandalwood and strawberries are back, thicker this time, a heady mix that clouds my senses. This time, when I come, it's with his name a broken sob on my lips, and he follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his body shuddering against mine as he fills the condom again.
We collapse again in a heap, sticky and spent. This time, when he pulls out, he just pulls me into his arms, tucking me against his chest. He kisses my forehead, a surprisingly gentle gesture after the raw intensity of what we just did. I am too exhausted to think, to analyse what any of this means.
For now, I just close my eyes and breathe in the scent of him all over me, and let the sleep claim me.