Chapter 39

The tea cooled between them, forgotten.

Jes should've seen it coming—the way Ngern had been watching him all night, something settled and sure in his gaze. The way he hadn't teased him this time, like he wasn't trying to push Jes into reacting. Like he was waiting.

So when Ngern set his mug down, turned to him fully, and reached out, Jes didn't pull away.

His fingers grazed Jes' wrist first, warm and feather-light. Jes' breath caught, but he didn't move, even as Ngern's touch traveled up, fingertips brushing his forearm, then his shoulder.

By the time Ngern cupped his face, Jes' heart was slamming against his ribs.

"Jes," Ngern murmured, thumb brushing along his cheekbone.

Jes barely had time to process the tenderness in his voice before Ngern leaned in.

It wasn't rushed.

It wasn't hurried.

It was slow—almost careful, the kind of kiss that wasn't just about wanting, but about meaning it.

Jes' breath shuddered out of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing back instinctively, hands gripping at Ngern's sides like he needed something to anchor him.

Ngern's fingers slid into his hair, tilting his head slightly, deepening the kiss just a little. And Jes—Jes could barely think anymore, could barely do anything except feel.

By the time they pulled apart, Jes was dizzy.

Ngern stayed close, forehead brushing against his.

Jes swallowed, struggling to breathe properly. "You're..." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You're unfair."

Ngern chuckled, but it was soft—almost breathless.

And then, quietly, like it wasn't even a big deal—

"You can stop me anytime."

Jes opened his mouth—but he didn't.

And that was answer enough.

Ngern's lips curved slightly. He kissed him again.

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Jes didn't stop him. He didn't even think to.

Because at this moment, with Ngern's lips soft against his, with his fingers still threaded through his hair, the warmth of his touch anchoring him—Jes didn't want to stop.

Didn't want to overthink. Didn't want to question it.

So when Ngern kissed him again, Jes met him halfway.

This time, it was different—less careful, more certain.

Jes gripped at Ngern's sides, pulling him closer without realizing, while Ngern's hands wandered, sliding down his back, pressing gentle, teasing touches against the sliver of skin revealed by Jes' slightly lifted shirt.

Jes shivered, a small gasp escaping against Ngern's lips.

That made Ngern pause. Just for a second.

Jes could feel it—the way Ngern's lips hovered near his, how his breath came out just a little uneven, like he was holding himself back.

Jes knew what it was.

A question. A hesitation. A chance to stop.

But Jes didn't stop him. Instead, he nudged his nose against Ngern's, an unspoken reassurance.

And that was all Ngern needed.

The next kiss was hotter, deeper, his hands tightening on Jes' waist, pulling him flush against him. Jes let out a small, breathless sound, fingers curling into the fabric of Ngern's shirt, holding onto him like he might lose his balance.

Maybe he already had.

Because this? This was dangerous.

The way Ngern kissed him, slow but deliberate. The way he touched him, soft but firm. The way he didn't rush, didn't push—like he was savoring it. Like he was memorizing Jes.

Jes felt like he was being completely unraveled—and the worst part?

He liked it.

Liked the way Ngern's lips ghosted over his jaw, moving lower. The way his breath was hot against his skin when he whispered, "Jes..."

Jes' stomach flipped, his hands tightening on Ngern's arms.

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Ngern pulled back just enough to look at him, his dark eyes searching Jes' face like he was committing everything to memory. The way Jes' lips were kiss-bitten, the slight flush dusting his cheeks, the way his breath still came a little uneven.

Jes swallowed, gripping onto the front of Ngern's shirt like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to pull him in again or steady himself.

Then Ngern smiled—small, soft, but something about it made Jes' heart stutter.

Jes scoffed, trying to shake off whatever this feeling was. "What?"

"Nothing," Ngern murmured, but his grin widened.

Jes narrowed his eyes. "You're staring."

"You're pretty."

Jes' brain short-circuited.

His fingers instinctively tightened on Ngern's shirt, his heart slamming against his ribs before he could even process what had just been said. "You—" Jes cleared his throat, looking away. "You say that so easily."

"Because it's true," Ngern replied, completely unbothered.

Jes scowled, flustered. "Shut up."

Ngern laughed—a real, genuine laugh that made Jes' chest feel light. He ran a hand through Jes' hair, his touch lingering before he finally let go. "Come on," he said, tugging Jes' wrist. "Let's get to bed."

Jes blinked at him, his mind still lagging from everything that just happened.

And then the realization hit.

"Wait. What do you mean, 'let's'—"

Ngern tilted his head like it was obvious. "You said I could stay."

Jes groaned. "I meant staying here, not in my bed—"

"Your bed is part of 'here,'" Ngern pointed out, deadpan.

Jes opened his mouth. Closed it.

He hated how that actually made sense.

Ngern chuckled at Jes' frustration, still holding onto his wrist as he led him toward the bedroom. "Just sleep," he promised, though his smirk was a little too mischievous to be fully trusted.

Jes exhaled sharply but didn't resist.

He wasn't sure if he had the willpower to walk away anyway.

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Jes had barely closed the door when Ngern turned him around, slamming him against the door. He cupped Jes down there, as he tugged at his jeans, muttering "Push me away if you do not want it."

But Jes—he didn't push Ngern away this time. Instead, he yanked off his own shirt as Ngern tugged at his jeans, the fabric sliding off effortlessly. As Ngern backed toward the bed, he shed his own clothes, his gaze locked onto Jes with a smoldering intensity.

Jes barely had time to process before Ngern pushed him onto the mattress, hovering over him, his body radiating heat. There was no question about who would take control tonight—and Jes? He didn't care. He only wanted to feel Ngern, to have him pressed into every fiber of his being.

Ngern's fingers traced Jes's body with reverence, mapping every muscle, every dip and ridge, committing him to memory. Jes shivered under the touch, his body arching instinctively, craving more.

He had short-circuited once before, just catching a glimpse of Ngern fresh from the shower. But now? With Ngern right above him, his toned body shifting with every movement, his eyes darkened with hunger—Jes could only sigh as Ngern leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss.

The kiss turned deeper, hotter, breathless. Lust-driven. Ngern's mouth traveled down to Jes's neck, peppering it with sharp, possessive bites, his tongue soothing over the sting. Jes let out a strangled cry, unable to resist any longer, his hand finding its way to Ngern's cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements.

Ngern groaned, his breath hitching as he whispered against Jes's skin, "Don't stop."

Jes didn't need to be told twice. His strokes grew firmer, teasing, dragging pleasure out of Ngern with every deliberate movement. The way Ngern trembled above him, the way his breath hitched—Jes felt power in that. A rare moment where he could unravel the man who had been driving him to the edge all night.

Ngern's lips never left Jes's skin, trailing heat down his collarbone, his chest, his abdomen. He was relentless, pressing kisses and nips along every sensitive spot, drinking in every gasp, every shudder. Jes writhed beneath him, his fingers digging into Ngern's back, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling every flex, every shift.

"Jes," Ngern murmured against his skin, his voice thick with desire, rough with need. He was barely holding himself back, Jes could tell. And that sent a thrill down Jes's spine.

Jes tugged at Ngern's hair, guiding him back up, crashing their lips together. It was messy, urgent—teeth clashing, tongues tangling. Jes wanted to drown in him, to feel every part of him pressed close, no space between them.

Ngern groaned into the kiss, rolling his hips down, pressing against Jes in a way that sent sparks through both of them. Jes gasped, his fingers tightening around Ngern's cock, stroking him with more fervor, his own arousal pressing against Ngern's stomach.

"Fuck," Ngern cursed, breaking the kiss just long enough to rest his forehead against Jes's. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, their bodies slick with heat and want.

Jes smirked, his fingers dragging along Ngern's length with agonizing slowness. "I thought you were leading tonight?" he teased, voice breathless but laced with challenge.

Ngern's eyes flashed, a dark grin curling at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I am," he murmured, and in one swift motion, he had Jes pinned, wrists above his head, his body pressing Jes further into the mattress.

Jes's breath caught in his throat. He had no complaints.

And when Ngern leaned down again, lips brushing his ear, voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine, Jes knew he was in for a long, unforgettable night.

Jes shivered under Ngern's weight, the way his wrists were pinned above his head sending a thrill straight through him. He wasn't used to being this vulnerable, but with Ngern, it felt intoxicating rather than terrifying.

Ngern's breath was warm against his skin as he leaned down, lips ghosting over Jes's jaw before trailing lower. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he murmured, his voice rich with amusement and something darker.

Jes barely had a chance to respond before Ngern's mouth found the hollow of his throat again, sucking and biting with unrelenting precision. Jes gasped, arching against him, his body desperate for more contact. His legs instinctively wrapped around Ngern's waist, pulling him closer.

Ngern chuckled lowly, his fingers skimming down Jes's ribs, nails dragging lightly along his sides. "So sensitive," he whispered, almost to himself, his other hand still holding Jes's wrists firmly in place.

Jes could only whimper in response, the friction between them setting his nerves on fire. He tilted his head, exposing more of his throat, a silent invitation that Ngern eagerly accepted. His tongue soothed over the marks he had just made before his lips continued their descent.

By the time Ngern's mouth reached Jes's chest, his hands finally released their hold, only to slide down Jes's body, fingers mapping every dip and curve, as if he wanted to memorize him by touch alone. Jes took the opportunity to tangle his fingers into Ngern's hair, tugging lightly, guiding him lower.

"Ngern," Jes breathed, half-command, half-plea.

Ngern lifted his head, eyes blazing with need. "Patience," he said, smirking as he nipped at Jes's hipbone. "I plan to take my time."

Jes groaned in frustration, bucking his hips up, but Ngern pressed him back down with a firm grip. Jes could feel the smugness radiating off of him, but any protest died on his lips when Ngern's hands wandered lower, his touch making Jes tremble.

The night was just beginning, and Ngern had every intention of making Jes lose himself completely.

Ngern's touch was relentless, his hands roaming lower, caressing Jes's skin with a kind of reverence that made Jes's breath hitch. Every movement, every brush of Ngern's fingers had him trembling with anticipation. Jes bucked up against him, desperate for more, but Ngern's grip on him tightened, keeping him firmly pressed into the mattress.

"Patience," Ngern murmured, his voice low and filled with a teasing promise. His lips found Jes's ear, nipping gently, sending a thrill through Jes's entire body. "I'm not done with you yet."

Jes could barely hold back a moan, his body aching for more contact, for more of Ngern's heat. His hands slid down Ngern's chest, but before he could get too far, Ngern captured them, pinning them back above Jes's head again.

"You really think you can take control?" Ngern whispered, his voice darker now, dripping with desire.

Jes smirked, the playful edge of his tone betraying his eagerness. "Maybe I just like the idea of you being in charge for once."

Ngern growled softly, and before Jes could react, Ngern's mouth descended again, claiming his lips in a kiss that was fierce and deep, a clash of teeth and tongue that left Jes breathless. He responded in kind, their lips moving together with a hungry urgency, the need between them building and intensifying.

Ngern broke the kiss only to drag his mouth down, his lips brushing over Jes's throat, his hands following every curve of Jes's body. Jes's heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears, but it was the way Ngern's touch seemed to memorize every inch of him that made him feel so exposed, so raw.

"Ngern," Jes breathed, his voice a strained whisper. He could feel the heat of Ngern's body pressing against his, the friction between them teasing him with every movement. "Please..."

Ngern paused, lifting his head to look at Jes with dark, intense eyes. "Please what?" he asked, his voice rough, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Jes could feel the control slipping away from him, but somehow, he didn't mind.

"Please," Jes repeated, his body arching up toward Ngern's, his legs pulling him closer. "I need you."

Ngern leaned down again, capturing Jes's lips with a fiery kiss that left him gasping for air. Every movement, every kiss, every touch was filled with a kind of unspoken promise, as if Ngern was claiming him, and Jes was more than willing to surrender.

Ngern briefly released Jes's hand, his movements fluid as he reached for a condom. He paused for a moment, looking at Jes, silently seeking permission. Jes met his gaze, his eyes full of bliss and anticipation, a smile tugging at his lips as he gave a subtle nod.

With that, Ngern positioned himself, slowly sinking into Jes, who gasped at the sensation. "Hold on," Ngern whispered, his voice strained with desire, as he found Jes's sweet spot and began to move. The sensation was electric, and Jes couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, his body arching toward Ngern's as he gave himself up to the rhythm.

The cries that escaped Jes's lips were primal, filling the room with an undeniable intensity. "Ngern!" he gasped, his voice raw with need as each thrust pushed him higher, spiraling deeper into the pleasure they were creating together. Ngern's rhythm was relentless, each movement pushing Jes to the edge, making him lose himself in the moment.

Again and again, Ngern drove into him, pulling more desperate cries from Jes, until the world outside of the two of them ceased to exist—just their bodies, their connection, and the endless pleasure that consumed them.

The tension between them built higher with each thrust, every movement making Jes tremble with pleasure, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as if he were trying to ground himself. Ngern's steady pace, the deep and measured rhythm, was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Jes's body was alive with sensation, every nerve lit up, every inch of his skin tingling under Ngern's touch. He could feel the pressure mounting inside of him, the way Ngern's movements hit that perfect spot again and again, sending waves of heat crashing through him. "Ngern... I... I can't..." Jes gasped, his voice strained with need, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Ngern, his face a mixture of focused intensity and raw desire, looked down at Jes, his hands braced on the bed beside his head. "Hold on for me, Jes," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just a little longer."

And with those words, Ngern's pace quickened, the sounds of their bodies coming together filling the air, mingling with the soft, breathless gasps between them. Jes's back arched, the pleasure overwhelming him, his hands gripping the bed tighter as he lost himself in the moment, the world narrowing to just the two of them, to the rhythm of their bodies.

The pressure finally snapped inside of him. Jes cried out, his body jerking beneath Ngern's, as the wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. Ngern wasn't far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he thrust one last time, releasing with a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering in the aftermath.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the weight of what they had just shared. Ngern collapsed beside Jes, pulling him close, their bodies still entangled, their hearts pounding in unison.

Jes rested his head on Ngern's chest, his breath slowing, a blissful smile tugging at his lips. "That... that was everything," he whispered, his voice soft and content.

Ngern chuckled, his arms wrapping around Jes protectively. "You're damn right it was," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jes's forehead. "And I plan to make sure you feel that way every time."