In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

17. Shave Bet (pt. 2) (18+)

As he groaned in lust, Kim glided his hand
over Porchay's dripping membrane, After he squeezed his soft balls.

''Shhh, baby, don't make noise just now. You
need to be ready for punishment, right?"
Kimhan asked with a smirk.

He knew Porchay was going to argue, and he knew how to make him needy, reminding him that he belonged to Kim.

The tension in the air was thick, a heady mix of defiance and surrender. As they both went silent and someone needed to break it. So,

"You really don't understand, do you
Chay?" Kimhan's deep voice broke the
silence, low and controlled. His dark eyes
locked on Porchay's trembling form.

Porchay glanced up, guilt flickering across
his face. "I-I didn't mean to worry you, Phi. I
just-"

"Enough," Kimhan cut him off sharply,
Becoming closer. The authority in his tone
made Porchay's breath hitch. "No excuses.
You'll learn your lesson tonight, and you'll
remember why you belong to me."

He just wanted to devour the little brat. He
wanted to punish him, but yet, Porchay was
his angel. And angels should look pretty.

So, that's what he was going to do!? Make
Porchay look all beautiful and delectable for
him. For him to devour.

With all of this Porchay could understand the consequences
of making Kimhan worry.

Kim glanced over at the rose-scented oil
moisturizer and grabbed it from the basin. Porchay looked at him with heavy lids, already filled with lust.

He opened the bottle with a soft pop, the
scent wafting between them as he poured a
generous amount into his palm.

The room was quiet except for the sound of his hands rubbing together, warming the oil.

And started to apply it, kissing softly-
almost feather-like-over Porchay's skin,
starting from the base of legs. Then,

His large hands gripping the younger man's calves. Porchay gasped at the sudden contact, the warmth of Kimhan's oiled hands gliding over his skin sending shivers down his spine.

"Phi.." Porchay whispered, his voice shaky.

"Close your lips angel, angel," Kimhan murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Porchay's knee. "Don't make a sound just yet. Save it for when I'm done."

Kimhan's hands moved with purpose
massaging the oil into Porchay's calves
before slowly traveling upward.

He pressed gentle, feather-light kisses to his legs as he worked, his lips trailing from the curve of Porchay's knees to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

Porchay's breath hitched, his hands
gripping the edge of the sink for support.
"Kim, ... This is--"

"This is me taking care of you," Kimhan
interrupted, his voice low and possessive.
His fingers dug s into Porchay's thighs, drawing a suit whimper from the younger man.

"You don't get to scare me like that and walk away without consequences." Porchay's cheeks burned brighter as Kimhan's lips hovered dangerously close to places he was too embarrassed to acknowledge.

Yet, Kimhan avoided the area_ entirely, his lips trailing a deliberate path_ that left Porchay aching and arching "Phi, please..." Porchay's voice was barely above a whisper, his knees trembling.

"Patience," Kimhan said, smirking as he stood, towering over Porchay once more. He grabbed Porchay's wrist and turned him gently, guiding him to lean against the sink, "You're not done yet."