Together With Me (Thai Novel Fan Translation)

Chapter 1B

EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depictions of semi-non consensual sex.

While Knock was taking a shower, I found myself spacing out. Reflexively, I picked up the pack of cigarettes that lay next to me on the bed, and lit one with a lighter. Because some shit got out of hand, I had ended up staying with Knock last night. Somehow, our time off from school coincided, so he asked me to go home together with him since we were both born and raised in Amphawa. 

Before we'd ever managed to reach our homes, we got sidetracked and stopped by a resort to take a break. We also visited the floating market and ended up pigging out on all the delicious stuff the market had to offer. Knock bought a bunch of random, mostly useless trinkets for his girlfriend. Booze seems to have become indispensable for Knock and I, so we both bought beer and liquor to bring back to the resort. We nursed our drinks in a quiet and relaxed fashion, and after drinking two bottles of rice wine and five cans of beer each, the consequence were, not unexpectedly... we were drunk.

After all, we're men. When we're drunk, we get horny. You can't just keep all that energy pent up or it will explode! And, it was just the two of us there. How else were we supposed to take care of it?

Heh, I said I couldn't remember what happened? I remembered EXACTLY what happened.  Every minute still lingered vividly in my mind.

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Knock had turned off all the lights in the room. We were laying on the bed, sort of drunkenly dozing but not properly asleep. I had been feeling restless and decided to get up.

Knock was all pliable with drowsiness and unexpectedly pressed his body against mine, holding me close to him as if I were his lover, muttering, "Pleng, turn off the aircon, I'm so cold..."

He brushed up against my body, and it was surprisingly good to feel his smooth honey-colored skin sliding silkily against mine. It's a totally normal thing for me to sleep in the same bed with him in just our underwear, but there seemed to have been a strange shift that night, and an impulsive desire had taken hold. I secretly found myself caressing his muscular arm. Knock is not a weak guy. He's well-built and muscular. He might be a little shorter, and our proportions slightly different, but no matter how you look at him, he's an incredibly attractive guy. His face is so handsome, with dark, soulful eyes and a well defined nose. He's got this dragon tattoo on his left pectoral and the dark ink almost blends with his deeply tanned skin, making him so sexy in a unique bad boy kind of way.

Suddenly, I felt an indescribable and undeniable attraction for everything about him.

"Hmm......"

As my hand brushed fleetingly over his exposed skin, Knock groaned deep in his throat. When I touched his silky skin, the sudden overwhelming desire I felt pushed me forward, begging me to continue my exploration; I couldn't stop myself from leaning down to kiss him.

Knock was as intoxicated as I was. His lips were parted slightly and pouting, enticing my tongue to dip between them and inside. His fingers twisted in my hair, sucking my saliva as our tongues entwined. From that moment on, I was fully committed to however this was going to play out. I moved my fingertips gingerly downward, tracing over his beautiful abdominal muscles to the edge of his underwear, and pulled them gently down. I kissed his lips with all my pent up emotion until they were swollen. Knock wouldn't surrender, and he initiated a fierce attack on me. Our tongues were chasing each other, lingering, and neither of us was willing to give in.

Imagine, if you will, two muscular, mature men on a bed, their limbs fiercely entwined together, the atmosphere of the room crackling with electricity. I pulled myself away from Knock's lips and switched my target to the taut flesh of his neck. I kissed, bit, and licked at his neck, while my hands stroked the muscular lines of his body. His skin was slick with sweat, and his damp face was twisted with extreme emotion. The expression on his face only enhanced my desire for him. I don't think I could have stopped even if I'd wanted to. His subconscious groans pleased me immensely.