Krist stares out of the balcony overlooking the beautiful garden and the beautiful skyline of the city of Bangkok.. he feels little cold wrapped in the bedsheet alone but he dearly wants to experience the city unfolding in the morning light..

he comes closer to the pool and sits down gingerly, dipping his legs inside the slightly warmer water than the temperature outside , feeling a bliss never known to him before .. he opens his laptop and starts typing ..

" love is bliss they say, but I have experienced love as turmoil, love as pain, love as subjugation, love as hatred and love as distance .. but then also I agree that they were right, love is bliss, after all this also how I agree that they were right?! You ask me ..

I answer, because through every turmoil , through every pain, through every subjugation and through every distance I have felt seethed and soothed both .. if love failed as a bliss then how come it soothed me to sleep on the darkest of night , how it created those memories that is so beautiful, that it could take away the pain and lulled me .. so love sure is bliss .. and I believe love is strong .. it's the weakest link but the strongest bond .. what a coalescence and amalgamation of difference..

It's beautiful as well as it's scary , it's the ugly and it's also just so fine , it's the deepest hurt and it's the biggest solace .. it's gray stormy sky and it's also pristine blue where the migrating birds take flight searching for home.. so love is bliss they say.. and I say it's true because love is strong, love is weak and love is everything in between too.."

"its beautiful just like you, because for me the love begins and ends with you ," Singto whispers in his ears, as he starts sitting beside krist .. he was reading Krist's blog standing behind him, so silently that krist engrossed in writing never realised he has come and stood behind him for quite sometime now. Krist almost drops his laptop in surprise but singto grabs his shoulders back from behind..

" aren't you in pain." Singto sits down beside him dipping his foot in the warm water .. the sun has now started breaking through .. and the skyline taking up the lovely yellowish orange hue ..

" I took the painkiller before , but was not getting sleep , moreover I wanted to catch the sunrise absolutely today ." Krist is shy, the memories of night intimacy coming back to him. He is still naked and Singto too, Singto wraps his own bedsheet also around him.. seeing krist shivering slightly..

" you are cold , why didn't you wake me up . I got scared for a minute there , noticing your side empty."

" where can I go leaving you , you are the one to do that.." krist pouts again..

" baby , please .. I am sorry.. never again..so are you happy with your birthday gift?"

" a penthouse on a birthday to live together .. who will not be happy phi Singto?"

" show me then .. how happy you are .." he slowly takes off the white bedsheet he wrapped krist in and also krist's own..the sheet shifts off from krist's shoulders, torso and from his back..exposing him to his eyes with sunlight starting to exposing the world below them ..the younger shining in the first morning sun.. "angelic"

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His lips follows the white satin sheet's trail, setting krist's every naked skin getting exposed slowly on fire..he gently lies down krist beside the swim pool, and starts kissing from his legs up..krist one leg still remains dipped into the pool water as the other is spread further out , the craved hole exposed to the morning light and Singto's eyes..

Krist can only moan..he is his to devour .. his to completely possess..and Singto takes him in his mouth , the precum leaking pink erection gets engulfed within mouth of the elder.. and krist moans more loudly as he is eaten away like a sweet candy and soon after he cums shouting the honourifics he calls the elder, has always called him

" Maaaaasteeer... argghhh.." ..

Singto takes him soon, his length sinking in deep very gently so not to hurt the younger..who he knows is still sore due to their night activities after more than a year, but the younger has another plan..he wants more harder and more faster..more rough and Singto obliges soon enough as the length is clenched , the hips raised to meet thrust to thrust.. the legs now wrapped around Singto's waist to drag the elder more closer .. their breath mingling in passionate kisses..their body craving release melting into each other..

They achieve the high together, comes down together and sleep off naked cuddled onto each other ,on the beautiful patio beside the swimming pool.. getting up only when the sun rays become too stubborn to them to continue their naked nap..

Krist is too sore and tired to move so Singto carries him inside, pampering him the way he has wanted to do a year back.. serving him breakfast in bed, feeding him giving him aromatic relaxing warm bath.. krist spends his whole day cooconed by the elder's love and care..

Singto drops him back next day early morning to the dorm..but not before getting the promise that this penthouse will serve as their weekend home until krist is passed out.. and then their permanent abode..

Singto's mom never really says anything to krist nor to Singto, neither she ever declares she openly approve of the younger but nor showing displeasure at their photos being clicked together or their relationship speculated in newspapers and gossip columns..both of them are very private person so the media soon looses interest asking them directly.. but their photos keep on appearing especially when. Singto's " finished chronicle of an introvert" gets published ..which contains many references to the writer krist Perawat this time openly..even the dedication on the very first page..

On krist's eighteenth birthday a single blog post appears ending all speculations..

" It started with a secret puppy love .. a hero worship for a person who gave time to an insignificant bodyguard's son.. a child who grew up listening to poetries and proses he never understood meaning of for a long long time..then one-day the heart hammered differently .. secret remained no more a secret.. it became a passion driving a mere paper in search of the thunderstorm who controlled the wind..

Oh what a surprise when the paper came to know the shower loved him too.. with all his heart with all his grand soul..so here I am today..with ring on my finger..a title to my name.. Ray's rain..or rain's Ray ..

It doesn't matter since we both have rings on our name and on our fingers too..silly us who can't wait anymore to proclaim to the world ..we are together ..as bonded soul..fiance it is called by the world ..we say it's just a title..you say it's what regular people do... it's the way to stamp it official well, guess..we did too.."

Krist sits on the side of the small swing they have on the balcony, as the elder writes something on the laptop very seriously.. krist watches him occasionally as his glance goes back to the Bangkok city lights slowly coming to life as now the evening sun sets..his simple Platinum band shines occasionally as the soft lights decorating the patio..catches it's curved infinity design ..a similar ring adorning Singto's finger..as he types on vigorously trying to finish the final draft..

After one final glance, at the busy elder, krist gets up and unbuttons his shirt, one button after one button..and as he tugs his shorts free for a skinny dip, he feels a hand wrapping his slender pale waist from behind..the hard on pressing on his back..

" Are you trying to seduce me? Then you have done it successfully, are you trying to drive me insane with your love, then that you have done successfully too!
..are you trying to kill me krist perawat, my fiancé, with your pale skin pink lips and the promise of the making passionate love?.. .."

Krist turns towards the elder his own hard length pressing onto him....his lips almost touching the lips as he whispers for his ears only..

" Always Yes master.."

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Happy Republic Day .. my fellow Indian writers and readers .. 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳

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