-Kim bursts into Chay's bakery after being beaten up really badly and Chay takes care of him.-

It had been a busy day at the bakery and Chay was tired by the end of it, but he still had ten minutes before he could actually close. Having nothing to do since the bakery was empty, he started doodling idly on a napkin as he waited for closing time.

Suddenly, the little bell above the door rang and someone burst in, slamming the door shut behind him. Chay looked up from the napkin and his eyes fell on the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life....and he was also covered in blood.

The man was smiling at him, and as dazzlingly bright as his smile was, Chay's eyes couldn't help but roam all over his body, taking in the bruises and cuts on his face and arms, and those were just the ones he could see. He must have been injured pretty badly with the way his blood was dripping onto the floor, quickly collecting in a pool at his feet.

Chay didn't even know where to begin from. There were so many things he wanted to say. First of all, he was mad at the guy for bursting through his door so rudely. And then he dared to bang it shut so hard it was a wonder it didn't shatter - the damn door was made of glass. As if that wasn't enough, he had the audacity to bleed all over his clean floor - Chay had just cleaned it for heaven's sake.

But despite all the anger Chay felt towards the man, he found he was worried about him. He looked like he was hurt really badly and blood was coming out of...everywhere. Chay was admittedly a little concerned about his condition. Okay. A lot concerned.

So he said the only thing that was running through his mind at the moment, "You're bleeding."

"Well, hello to you too," the man answered, smiling. His smile took Chay's breath away. And that voice...it did things to Chay. Things he would rather not think about right now.

"Fuck!"

The stranger's quiet curse shook Chay out of his thoughts. He looked up to find the man leaning against the wall and clutching at his stomach, his face scrunched up in pain.

Chay nearly tripped over himself as he rushed over to help him, all other thoughts - angry, spicy, or otherwise - aside. He took the man's arm and slung it over his own shoulder, then with one arm around the man's waist, helped him walk slowly to his office where he carefully deposited him on the couch.

"What happened to you?" Chay asked him once he was sure the man was comfortable enough on the couch.

"I pissed off some bad people and now they're after me."

"You must have done something really terrible," Chay replied, his eyes roaming all over the man's body. "It looks like they were trying to kill you."

"They were," the man answered simply.

Before Chay could voice his thoughts as to that particular statement, they heard footsteps and men shouting in the distance. It sounded like they were heading for the bakery. He turned to the stranger who just shrugged innocently.

"Don't tell me..." Chay sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "You led them here."

"No," the man shook his head frantically, wincing in pain with the movement. There was a large cut on his neck. "That wasn't my intention. I was just looking for somewhere to hide. I didn't think they would follow me this far."

Chay didn't want to believe the stranger at first, but then the look in his eyes told him otherwise. It was one of sincerity mixed with desperation, though what exactly he was desperate for, Chay wasn't sure. In any case, it was enough for Chay to believe him and now he wanted to help him.

"Look, the lights in that bakery are still on."

"Maybe he went in there."

"Let's go and see."

The footsteps and voices of the approaching men got louder. They were getting close.

"Stay here," Chay said to the stranger. "I'll go and get rid of them."

"What if they hurt you?" the man asked him, and Chay heard the fear in his voice before he even saw it in his eyes. He was scared that Chay was going to get hurt? Why?

"I'll be fine."

"Look, it's me they're looking for, so I'll just-" Kim tried to get up but there was an immediate sharp pain in his side that made him curse under his breath and sit back down, clutching his side.

Jeez, why was this man so stubborn?

"I'm going to be fine, okay? Don't worry about me," Chay reassured him. "You need to be more worried about yourself."

Chay helped the man settle more comfortably on the couch, then with one final warning to him not to move from the couch and to absolutely not leave the room under any circumstances, Chay walked out of his office, collecting a bucket of water and a mop on the way after shutting the office door behind him.

He cleaned the trail of blood from his office to the door and flipped the 'closed' sign when he got there. He was just in time to clean all traces of the stranger's presence before the men burst into the bakery, nearly knocking him down by the door.

There were five of them, all of them burly and muscled, and Chay thought it was grossly unfair that the stranger was up alone against the five of them. To his credit though, the men were all very badly beaten up, and they looked to be possibly in a worse state than he was.

But that was none of Chay's business. His business was to get the men out of the bakery before they found the stranger hiding in his office, something he suddenly really wanted to do. Not because the men looked scary and were carrying dangerous weapons - no, he wasn't nearly as scared about that as he thought he would be or ought to have been - it was because he suddenly felt protective of the stranger. He wasn't sure why, and he certainly wasn't about to pick through that feeling now. He was afraid of what he would find. Heck, he had only met the man less than a half hour ago. He shouldn't be feeling this way towards someone whose name he didn't even know.

"I'm sorry gentlemen, but the bakery is already closed," Chay told them after he had collected his thoughts, pointing to the sign on the door behind them.

"We're not here to eat," the man right in front of him said, rudely.

"Whatever it is you're here for then, I can't help you with it," Chay replied with the same energy as the man. "This is a bakery, not a fighting arena." He made sure to look pointedly at the knives and bats in their hands.

The hitmen looked at the weapons in their hands and then around at each other before one of them spoke. "We're just looking for someone, we're not here to fight."

"Somehow I don't think that's true," Chay replied to them. "I feel like you want to beat up whoever you're looking for, so yes, you are here to fight."

"We don't have time for this," one of the men that Chay assumed was the leader, snapped at him.

"If you want my help then talk to me nicely or leave my bakery," Chay snapped back, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Sorry," the leader mumbled quietly. Then he pulled up a picture of the beautiful man hiding in Chay's office on his phone and showed it to Chay. "Have you seen this man?"

Chay took a look at the photo of the stranger and the sight knocked the wind out of Chay's lungs. He could swear his heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. The man was breathtakingly beautiful without all the bruises and cuts and blood. Well, he was still pretty with them, but without them, he was so fucking pretty, it hurt. Chay shook his head and cleared his thoughts, bringing his focus back to the task at hand. This was not the time to be having unclean thoughts about the insanely beautiful stranger.

In the calmest voice he could muster, he answered, "No, I haven't seen him."

"Are you sure?" The hitman scratched his head. "Because we thought we saw him run in here."

"I'm very sure," Chay nodded. "But if you do find him, could you ask him to come look for me? I'd like for him to take me out sometime."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Chay mentally facepalmed himself. He wasn't supposed to say any of that out loud. He didn't even know why he said it. But something deep down inside of him told him he meant it. He shut out that part inside of him and focused on the men in front of him.

They didn't seem to have heard him though. Their eyes were focused on the bucket of water between them and Chay, and then their eyes started roaming all around the bakery like they were looking for something. Chay looked down at the bucket and realised the water had turned red. Shit. He'd forgotten that he had just mopped the stranger's blood off his floor. He had to think fast.

'Boss, the water...' one of the men whispered to the leader.

"What's so interesting about it?" Chay smiled at them. "It's dirty. I just cleaned the floor with it."

"It's red," the leader said.

"And? There are all kinds of red jams and fillings and red liquids here. This is a fucking bakery."

"Are...are you sure he didn't come in here today?" the leader asked, glancing down at the water and then around the shop.

"How many times do I have to tell you that?" Chay snapped at them, irritated. "Look, if you boys don't leave my shop in the next three seconds, I'm calling the cops and reporting you for trespass and destruction of private property."

The men looked at each other questioningly. Destruction of property? They hadn't even touched anything.

Chay started to count.

"One-"

"But we haven't destroyed anything," one of the men said.

"You've made my floor, that I just spent hours cleaning, dirty. That totally seems like destruction of property to me. Two..."

The men shared another look.

"Th-"

"There's no need for all that, sir," their leader said. "We'll leave. Sorry for disturbing you."

They left and Chay closed the door after them, then slumped against it and slid down to the floor. Talking to those men had really taken a lot out of him. He was afraid they'd see through his lie and end up finding the stranger anyway.

Once he collected himself, Chay put away his cleaning supplies and returned to his office with a basin of warm water and a washcloth. He found the door slightly open and the stranger was peeking out through it.

"I told you not to move from the couch," Chay scolded him, placing the basin on the table. "Do you ever listen?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," the man replied sheepishly. There was a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone so quickly Chay couldn't exactly tell what it was. It looked like he was hurt.

Chay felt bad for scolding him. The man was just looking out for him. He seemed to care about him. He helped the man back to the couch and made sure he was sitting comfortably, once again.

It was when Chay set the basin in front of him that the man noticed it. "What's that for?" he asked Chay.

"In case you haven't noticed," Chay answered, wringing off the excess water from the washcloth, "you're covered in blood."

"Oh," was all the man said as Chay started cleaning his wounds. He started with the man's face, then moved to his neck and then his hands. They had both fallen silent, each of them consumed by their own thoughts.

"I just realised I still don't know your name," Chay suddenly spoke into the silence. He wiped the blood off the stranger slowly, skirting carefully around his wounds to avoid hurting him further. "Mine's Porchay, but you can call me Chay."

"Chay," the stranger repeated, and Chay melted at the way the name rolled off his tongue so sweetly. He had never heard his name said like that in his life.

"I think you might know who I am," the man continued. Chay stopped what he was doing and looked up at him questioningly.

"Ever heard of the Theerapanyakul family?"

"Of course I have," Chay replied, rinsing the blood off the washcloth. "It's the most powerful mafia family in Thailand. Everyone knows it or has at least heard of it."

"Then you must have heard of Kimhan Theerapanyakul."

"The youngest of the Theerapanyakul major family," Chay answered. "He has quite the reputation."

"Oh?" The stranger questioned. "What reputation?"

"A dark one," Chay replied. "From what I've heard, he's cruel, ruthless, cold-hearted, heartless."

"That's quite a reputation."

"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm Kimhan Theerapanyakul," the man smiled at Chay, "youngest of the Theerapanyakul family. You can call me Kim."

"You're Kimhan Theerapanyakul?" Chay gasped.

"I am," Kim chuckled. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Well, because," Chay looked Kim up and down, "for someone with a reputation like yours, I didn't expect to ever meet you...like this."

"I'm not invincible, Chay," Kim chuckled. "I can get injured just like everyone else."

Chay didn't respond immediately. Instead, he started unbuttoning Kim's shirt and carefully slid it off his shoulders, taking it off completely.

"You just had to undress me, didn't you?" Kim smirked.

"Obviously," Chay smiled. "I have been dying to see you naked ever since you came." He batted his long eyelashes innocently, making Kim's breath hitch in his throat. That action wasn't innocent at all. They both knew it and it took everything in Kim not to act on his desires.

"You're quite the flirt," Kim said, in favour of kissing Chay like he so desperately wanted to.

"So I've been told," Chay replied casually and resumed his ministrations, like he hadn't just shaken Kim's heart.

After carefully setting Kim's shirt aside, he picked up the wet washcloth again and cleaned up the rest of Kim, including his back, remembering to be careful around his wounds. When he was done, he went over to his desk and removed a first aid kit from one of the drawers. He put it on the table beside the basin and once again knelt in front of Kim.

"You're really determined to take care of me today."

"I can stop if you don't want me to." Chay made as if to get back up to return the first aid kit.

"Don't," Kim stopped him. "I like it."

Chay got back down and opened the kit. He took out the alcohol swabs and started dabbing them into Kim's wounds, once again starting with the ones on his face.

"Why were those men after you?" he asked Kim as he dabbed at the cut on his forehead, somewhere close to his hairline.

"Payback," Kim answered. "For killing someone." He winced when the alcohol seeped into the cut.

"Sorry," Chay whispered and blew on the cut to cool it down. Kim's heart fluttered at the way Chay was taking care of him and he couldn't help but smile.

"Who did you kill?" Chay asked, moving downwards towards the rest of Kim's wounds. And he blew on each of Kim's cuts and bruises whenever he winced from the pain. He was especially careful with the large cut across Kim's stomach, going about treating it very delicately.

He didn't seem at all shocked or disgusted or even afraid by that admission and it made Kim...happy, he thinks. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it, but it was a good feeling, the reason for which he didn't know yet. All Kim knew was that he wanted Chay to be okay with him being the way he was and killing people.

"You're...you're not afraid of me?" he found himself asking hesitantly. He wasn't sure why he was so afraid. If Chay was scared of him, then...he didn't know what he would do. He just knew he was probably going to have to stay away from him, but that was the last thing he wanted.

"Should I be?" Chay tilted his head to the side curiously. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

Kim immediately shook his head.

"I guess we're good then," Chay smiled, and Kim released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"So?" Chay prompted after a moment.

It took a while for Kim's brain to return to the conversation, but when he did he answered, "The son to one of my father's main business partners."

"Who between the two made a mistake?" Chay asked, putting the alcohol swabs down on the table. Kim didn't notice. His eyes were focused somewhere behind Chay.

"My father's business partner," Kim sighed. "He had been embezzling money-"

The rest of the words caught in Kim's throat and his eyes fluttered shut as he held his breath. Chay was running his fingers across his chest, down to his stomach and back up again in a dizzying pattern, sending shivers of pleasure down Kim's spine. He shook himself out of his thoughts and held Chay's wrists in his hands to stop him.

"Don't do that," he breathed out, "otherwise we'll end up doing something else with you on this couch under me."

Chay smiled. He'd felt Kim's muscles tense under his fingers. So he did affect Kim the same way Kim was affecting him after all.

"I don't know what you mean," he shrugged innocently. "I'm only trying to treat your wounds."

"I know you know exactly what I mean," Kim laughed, letting go of him. His laugh sent jolts of pleasure through Chay right to his cock. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks. How the fuck did a man's laugh turn him on so much?

He quickly turned his head away so Kim couldn't see the blush on his cheeks and pretended to be busy looking for the ointment. When he'd calmed himself down somewhat, he turned back to Kim.

"So you were saying he embezzled money from your father?" he prompted Kim to continue, applying the ointment onto Kim.

"Oh, yeah," Kim replied. "And then he tried to sabotage three of my father's very important business deals. He didn't succeed, but my family doesn't take kindly to betrayal."

"Ah, so the son pays for the sins of the father."

Kim nodded. "Something like that."

"This guy you killed," Chay asked as hd applied the ointment on the last of Kim's bruises, "did you torture him?"

"Of course I did," Kim grinned. "That's always the best part."

Chay looked up at him eagerly. "Tell me all about it in detail, I wanna know."

After he'd gotten over the initial shock at Chay's words - he hadn't thought Chay would be interested in knowing anything about what he did - he started to explain.

For a moment, Chay watched with a hidden smile as Kim's eyes lit up when he described how incredibly satisfying it was to hear the guy scream and beg for mercy when Kim tore his guts out, how intoxicating the carmine red colour of the blood rushing out of the poor guy was, how much joy he felt riding the adrenaline high of torturing and murdering someone.

He hadn't ever thought about it like that and had initially asked Kim to talk about it as a way of distracting him from his pain for a little while, but hearing Kim describe torture and murder was fascinating to Chay. He found himself listening intently and hanging on to every word Kim spoke even as he started carefully dressing Kim's injuries. He had to wrap the bandage around his back as well so he could cover the cut on his stomach since it went across it. He tried not to melt as Kim's scent flooded his senses when he leaned in so he could reach around his back.

Kim wasn't any better. He was absolutely sure he stuttered in his speech and practically stopped breathing when Chay leaned closer to him. It took everything he had in him to restrain himself from doing anything to Chay when he was so close.

"There, all done," Chay managed to say when he pulled away from Kim. "How do you feel now?"

"Much better, thank you," Kim rewarded Chay with that dazzling smile that knocked the wind out of his lungs. He quickly busied himself with returning the items back into the first aid kit.

"Do you need painkillers?" he asked, putting the kit away.

Kim assessed himself for a moment, and finding that the pain had subsided, replied, "No, I'm fine for now, but thanks for offering."

He picked up his shirt and was just about to put it on when Chay spoke.

"You're not thinking of wearing that, are you?"

Kim shrugged. "I don't have anything else to wear."

Chay took a sweatshirt from another drawer beneath his desk.

"You can wear this."

Kim raised his eyebrow quizzically. "Why exactly do you have clothes in your office?"

"For situations like this," Chay answered helping him put on the sweatshirt.

"Does it happen often?" Kim asked curiously.

"No, but I have a feeling it will from today," Chay sighed, and Kim smiled knowingly.
-♡-
Two Months Later...

Chay was drawing in his sketchbook - he'd stopped doofling on his napkins and gotten the sketchbook instead at Kim's insistence - as he waited to close the bakery. He had been intending to draw an angel, and he'd done it perfectly until he got to drawing the angel's face. It started off nicely, and Chay was proud of it, until he noticed that it was increasingly starting to look like Kim.

He groaned. This was like the millionth time. Ever since he met Kim, it seemed like he was the only thing Chay could draw. Even when he was drawing objects, they all seemed to be related to Kim somehow.

He had long ago given up on trying to stop thinking about Kim after failing successfully each time. He was always thinking about Kim's eyes, or his beautiful smile, his pouty lips when Chay scolded him, his soft hair that felt like silk in Chay's fingers, how hot he looked when covered in blood that wasn't his...Chay could go on and on forever.

The point was, he thought about Kim a lot. And as pleasant as it was, sometimes he wished it didn't happen so often, especially since he realised he was falling pretty hard for Kim, but wasn't sure if Kim returned his feelings. It hurt him sometimes that he was falling in love with a man who may not love him back.

It was when he was so consumed by his thoughts that Kim walked in. He didn't burst in this time nor did he bang the door shut - thankfully, he'd stopped doing that after the first time - but he was still covered in blood. That hadn't changed at all.

"Not again," Chay sighed, closing his sketchbook. "This is the fifth time this month. And it's only two weeks in."

Kim just laughed and locked the door behind him.

"At least tell me that blood isn't yours."

"Well, not all of it," Kim smiled sheepishly, glancing at the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned away, bracing for the scolding that was sure to follow his admission.

"Well, that's go-what do you mean not all of it?!" Chay asked, nearly screaming. "We've talked about this, Kimhan!"

"It's not that bad," Kim pouted. "Just a cut on my hand and on my cheek."

"The point is, you're hurt," Chay scolded. "And you're bleeding."

Kim mumbled a 'sorry', his eyes still cast downwards, afraid to look Chay in the eye.

Chay took Kim's hand and dragged him to his office, making him sit on the couch. Then he knelt in front of Kim and opened the first aid kit that was already on the table.

"I'm starting to think you're getting hurt on purpose at this point," he said. He did the same thing he did every time. Cleaned the wounds, dabbed them with the alcohol swabs, applied the ointment and then bandaged them.

"I am," Kim smiled, wincing when the alcohol made the cut on his cheek sting. "I told you, I like it when you take care of me."

"Don't just randomly say things like that," Chay said quietly. He tried not to think or read too much into that statement as he treated Kim's wounds.

"Why?" Kim asked. "I mean it."

"Seeing you hurt pains me too," Chay replied, applying ointment on the cuts. He put a band-aid on Kim's cheek and started bandaging his hand, pointedly avoiding looking into Kim's eyes. He was afraid of what he'd find there now that he had revealed his feelings.

"It hurts so much," he repeated, his voice cracking at the end. Shit. He didn't mean to cry, not now. He quickly blinked back his tears.

"Chay, are you crying?" Kim asked in a soft voice. That only made Chay feel worse, and his the tears he was holding back fell.

"No, I'm not," he sniffled, trying hard to keep his voice from sounding sad, and still looked away from Kim so he couldn't see him crying.

Kim wasn't stupid. He'd read the double meaning in Chay's words. It hurts so much. He knew Chay wasn't just talking about Kim being hurt during fights. There was something else, something much deeper.

"Hey, look at me." Kim tilted Chay's head up to face him with his uninjured hand. "Fuck, you are crying," he whispered when he saw the tears and his eyes softened. "Do I mean that much to you?"

"Yes," Chay answered honestly. "A lot more than I'd like to admit." He turned away and busied himself with bandaging Kim's hand, then put the items back into the kit and closed it. Yet no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop crying.

Kim was momentarily stunned by that admission. He was only teasing Chay a little bit, he wasn't exactly expecting him to admit he actually cared about him. Then he remembered all those times he'd come to the bakery injured, and found it still open even hours past the closing time, like Chay was waiting for him to show up. How he would always find the first aid kit on the table when they went into Chay's office like he was keeping it ready for him. How Chay always treated his wounds delicately as if he was afraid he'd hurt him even more if he didn't. Then Kim came to a sudden realisation.

"Chay," Kim grabbed his chin with his bandaged hand and tilted it upwards towards himself once again. "Do you like me?"

"Your hand," Chay whispered, tugging at Kim's bandaged hand that was on his chin.

"My hand is fine," Kim gripped Chay's chin tighter so he couldn't look away. "You like me, don't you, Chay?"

Even as he asked that question, his eyes were already searching Chay's for the answer.

"Yes," Chay answered quietly. "I like you very, Kim." He rested his hands on Kim's lap and started playing with his fingers nervously.

"Since when?" Kim already had a pretty good idea of when Chay started liking him, but he wanted to hear it from Chay. He let go of his chin and slid his hands up to cup Chay's cheeks, wiping his tears away as he waited patiently for Chay's answer.

Chay dropped his gaze to his hands on Kim's lap, too embarrassed to look him in the eye as he answered, "The first day we met."

Kim took Chay's hand and pulled him into his lap, immediately wrapping his arms around him. "So when you told those men I should look for you so I could take you out sometime, you actually wanted me to do it?"

"Oh no, you remember that," Chay his head in the crook of Kim's neck out of embarrassment.

"That kind of thing is hard to forget," Kim teased, making Chay groan. "But why didn't you tell me then?"

"I don't know," Chay mumbled, his face still buried in the crook of Kim's neck. "I guess I was afraid you wouldn't like me back. I feel like I'm not good enough for you."

"Don't say that," Kim said softly, tilting Chay's head up to face him. "I like you very much just the way you are, okay?"

"You're just saying that so I don't feel bad," Chay pouted.

"I'm not," Kim shook his head. "I really do like you, maybe more than you like me."

Chay still didn't seem like he believed him, so Kim did the only other thing he could think of to convince him. He kissed him. Chay was a little hesitant about it at first, but then he eventually let go and started kissing Kim back, unconsciously parting his lips when he melted into the kiss. Kim took that chance to slide his tongue into Chay's mouth, exploring every inch and corner of it like it was his own. Then he took Chay's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked. Chay whimpered and, sliding his hand into Kim's hair, tugged on it, drawing a moan out of him. It was an electrifying first kiss, and Chay wished he could keep this moment forever.

"Do you believe me now?" Kim whispered after breaking the kiss, breathless.

"Before I answer, will you promise me something?"

"What is it?"

Chay looked at him with tears in his eyes. "Promise me you won't get hurt anymore?"

"I can't promise you that," he replied, and Chay's tears fell once again. Kim's heart clenched at the sight. He couldn't bear to see Chay hurt.

Wiping Chay's tears away, he explained, "I'm always going to get hurt one way or another. The life I live, my family, it makes sure of it. It's not something I can escape, unless you want me to get away from all of it, leave everything behind and take you away with me? I'll do it in a heartbeat if that's your wish."

Tempting as that sounded, Chay quite liked mafia prince Kimhan, minus all the injuries. And even though he would have liked to see him without them, he would feel guilty taking Kim away from his family and the only life he's known just. He was still okay like this - just as long as Kim didn't die.

Chay shook his head. "I don't want you to leave your life and your family because of me."

"Then I can't prevent getting hurt even if I wanted to," Kim continued. He took Chay's hand in his and interlocked their fingers. "But I promise I'll try to make it happen less often, okay?"

"I can live with that," Chay smiled after thinking about it and everything was right with the world again.

"Thank you." Kim lifted their joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to Chay's knuckles. "So do you believe that I like you now?"

Chay shook his head, but he was smiling. "But..." he bit his lip as he pretended to think and Kim cursed under his breath; he was not going to survive this. "Maybe I'll believe you if you kiss me again."

"Not a problem," Kim answered and pulled Chay into another kiss. This time it was Chay who dominated the kiss, licking Kim's lips and making Kim open his mouth. As soon as he did, Chay took his tongue into his mouth and sucked it. Kim just dropped his hands to Chay's waist and rested them there, content to just sit back and let Chay do whatever he wanted.

"Okay, now I believe you," Chay said when he pulled away from the kiss. "But only just a teeny little bit."

"That's okay," Kim's lips found Chay's neck. "We have plenty of time to work on it." He trailed kisses up Chay's neck to his ear then along his jaw to the corner of his lips.

"How much time exactly?" Chay asked, tilting his head to give Kim better access to his neck as he had started kissing backwards on the same trail.

"The rest of our lives," Kim said against Chay's skin, his hot breath sending shudders of pleasure through Chay.

"Kim," Chay gasped when Kim bit into the pulse point on his neck. " Are you asking me to marry you? For that, I'd have to be your boyfriend first."

"I thought you already were," Kim licked and sucked in the spot he just bit to soothe it.

"I was?" Chay asked, biting back a moan. "How come I didn't know that?"

"You did, baby." Kim planted kisses all around Chay's neck, ending back up at his lips. "You just refused to acknowledge that fact."

"You know, I'm really starting to regret my choices," Chay sighed.

"Too bad, baby," Kim pulled his earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. "You are stuck with me forever."

"I guess I'll just have to live with it then," Chay whispered, resting his forehead against Kim's.

"I'll make it worth your while," Kim smirked, moving them around until Chay was stretched out beneath him on the sofa. "I told you you'll end up under me on this sofa one day."

"It's not a bad place to be," Chay smiled. "I wonder what took you so long."

"A little sassy now, aren't we?" Kim dipped his head down to Chay's neck, and after planting kisses along his collarbone, licked a stripe up to his jaw.

Chay arched his back into Kim's touch when Kim slipped his hands under his shirt. "What are you going to do about it, p'Kim?"

There was a moment's silence and then, "What did you call me?"

Chay was confused for a moment, feeling Kim's fingers tighten around him and seeing his eyes darkened and filled with lust. Then he realised exactly what hat caused it.

When he did, he bit his lip, and in his most seductive voice repeated, "P'Kim."

"Fuck," Kim groaned. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"Innocent little me? I wouldn't even hurt a fly, p'Kim," Chay smiled, batting his eyelashes innocently.

"You're a menace," Kim laughed and kissed him again.