OhmFluke A Day II

29 November 2021

A Repost

As he scans the area, his eyes meet with the familiar liquid doe eyes. A pair of adorable orbs blinks back at him from across the room and a smile grazes his lips instantly. Still smiling, he makes his way towards the owner of those hypnotizing eyes and before long; he is standing face-to-face with his only love.

Fluke Natouch.

"Hi P'Ohm." Fluke greets, all gums and teeth.

Such a sweet voice which brings shivers down Ohm's spine. A melodious tune that he will never get tired of listening to. Whether it is a whisper or something more, everything sounds heartwarming coming from his beloved's mouth. It never fails to affect him in the warmest way he knows he will never be able to achieve if he is with someone else. He then returns the greeting with a short peck on those luscious plump lips.

Red, rosy lips that rival a female. Perhaps even better. Such a sensuous mouth, innocent yet tempting in Ohm's eyes. Just a taste of them is enough to drive him wild with want. It is Fluke's flavor that Ohm savors every time their lips are attached to one another: sensual or sweet, each time it is a battle of love and passion that only the both of them can feel and give to each other. Such moments, Ohm never wants them to end.

"Is something the matter?" Yet again those words seem whispered from between the parted lips.

Lifting a hand, Ohm lightly traces the contours of the older's face. His fingers wander along the infamous chubby cheeks. He feels his lover shiver under his gentle touch. Lowering his face to where his fingers are, he nuzzles along the same path with the tip of his nose. Silent gasps escape Fluke's lips, barely audible enough even to Ohm's ears.

Ohm takes his time to inhale Fluke's unique scent. It is not something that can be bought off the shelves, but rather something of his lover himself.

"P-P'Ohm...what are you doing?" The older giggles as the latter's breath tickles his sensitive skin.

Milky soft skin.

Something Ohm can never seem to put his finger on.

How can a man possess such a feature?

Smooth alabaster skin that makes Ohm want to touch it all the time and never let go. He loves the way their skin contrasts with each other; tanned against white, a perfect combination. The smoothness of Fluke's skin on his fingertips, begging him to touch it more. Most importantly, it is only him who is able to enjoy the feeling without any restraints whatsoever.

His hands then slide lower down Fluke's body, along the side of the thin yet sculpted body before halting just above the tiny waist. A waist that many women will envy: and Fluke has no problem keeping without even breaking a sweat. Ohm lets his arm naturally curl around the thin waist, pulling their bodies together in one swift motion.

"Being romantic again P'Ohm?" Fluke chuckles, running his fingers up and down Ohm's chest.

As he holds the actor tighter against his body, Ohm cannot help but marvel upon the feel of his lover's features hidden underneath those clothes. Shapely hips which sway to the rhythm of every music which Fluke dances to; with every beat and tempo. Fluke is such a piece of fine art to Ohm.

"Are you done doing whatever you're doing?" The sweet voice interrupts his train of thoughts.

Shifting slightly on the spot, Ohm pulls away to admire Fluke's slim, powerful arms and legs. Such a strong feature and it looks incredibly perfect on him. Ohm remembers the way those limbs tangle with him when they are getting intimate with each other. Something no one else will be able to experience other than him and he wants to make sure of that.

Most of all, everything that is Fluke belongs to him alone. How lucky can he get to have such a perfect being like him for himself?

"Now I'm done." Ohm smiles back and Fluke wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Like what you see?" The older asks, laughing softly.

"I always have." He answers truthfully, leaning down to take possession of those red lips once more.

Just a simple touch of the lips, nothing more, but it is enough to convey their feelings for each other. Ohm is the first to pull away and he adores the way Fluke's lips swell up everytime they kiss. Their gazes lock and they can only find everlasting love in those melting chocolate orbs. Ohm cannot help but fall deeper in love with the beautiful male.

No matter how much Fluke complains about what is lacking about himself, Ohm will always be there to counter it. To him, Fluke is flawless. Everything about him is a piece of wonderful art, regardless of what others may say. It does not matter what others think, what matters is what he, Ohm, thinks.

Because, for Ohm Thitiwat, there is nothing or no one that can define perfection more than his lover.

And forever shall it remain that Fluke Natouch is his perfection.

Ohm Thitiwat's beautiful perfection.

—End—