My Moon is My Life (KristSingto)

You Belong To Me, ONLY 🔞

Mature Content
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"Khun Singto," Suthapong struggles with Krist on his shoulders. "Should I put Khun Krist in the front seat or the back?"

"The front will do," Singto says, feeling he would later regret his decision. "Suthapong, I'll be fine to drive. You can go back with Thanawat, and inform my father we're staying out."

"Krap," Suthapong places Krist on the passenger's seat and lowers the seat-back so Krist is able to lie down. He watches Singto position himself in front of the driver's seat and starts the engine, only leaving once Singot has driven away.

He walks back to the restaurant, noticing Kimmon and Sandee are getting ready to leave. He stands formally and waits for Kimmon's instructions, especially about that Perth guy.

"Well, it's time to go home, I guess. Can someone send this guy back too? I'll send Sandee back to her place and go back to my apartment, so Thanawat and Suthapong; you guys settle among yourselves. Bye."

Suthapong and Thanawat exchange a glance and stare down at Perth, who is hugging the chair drunkenly. They decide on their usual game and the loser gets to send him home.

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"Whhhereeee am I??" Perth mumbles from the back seat, seeing a tall figure come into the light, carrying him in his arms. "Hhhheyyyy!!! Sstopppp..." He tries to break free and drop to the ground. He stands up shakily and tries walking. "I can walkkkk... errkkkk..." He falls to the ground again.

The tall person signs and picks him up again. "Stop struggling and stay still." He commands with a dominant voice, shutting Perth into submission. Perth closes his eyes again, his head spinning dizzily.

Ding!

He hears the lift open and close. He feels the lift ascending higher and higher before stopping.

Ding!

The lift opens and closes again. Perth hears a jingle of keys rattling against each other. A door opens and closes. The room is pitched back. A faint scent of mint and herbal aroma mixed with fresh linens, a homey and warm feeling.

Perth feels himself being lowered to a soft surface, a long couch he presumed, touching Egyptian cotton fabric. He opens his eyes just in time to catch the tall figure leaving his vision. He reaches out and grabs an arm. The figure pauses and turns back.

"Don't leave... Don't leave... Stay here... Stay with me... Pleaseeee" Perth whispers, feeling a warm tight feeling surfacing. He lets out a sob, tears releasing from his light-coloured eyes.

The figure sits down and pats his back. Perth leans into his broad shoulders with misty eyes, his soft cries fill the silent room. His cries subside and he whispers again.

"I want you... to be happy... but, can I hug you for one night? I promise I'll distance myself again and not bother you..." Perth keeps his eyes closed, afraid of rejection. No one speaks and he blinks his eyes open. The room is still dark. He cannot see anything.

He presses up slowly and leans into a clean-shaven neck. He acts boldly by planting a soft kiss. Seeing no reaction, Perth kisses his neck again. Satisfied with his actions, he lays down and decides to sleep.

He hears a sign and feels himself being lifted up. He opens his eyes in confusion, seeing another door open. This time, he is placed on a bed and he feels a breath of heated air coming closer to his face.