Unholy
Inside a very dark room, loud and upbeat music were blazing, colorful lights beaming as booze, perfumes, and sweats are mixed together where people are drinking and dancing their night away.
It was a weekend so people are swarming the clubs.
On the secluded corner of the club, Kongpob’s just sitting on their VIP booth, sipping on his drink while his friends are already drunk, dancing and mingling with the other drunken people.
As the next music played, the people on the dance floor began to grind and sway their bodies. As he was looking out for his friends, who’s also on the dance floor, Kongpob caught a particular white, porcelain neck, glowing in the midst of the crowd, rolling and stretching seductively.
And how you don’t know
How to keep your business clean
Kongpob doesn’t know how or when he stood up from his seat and slowly strides to that particular person, his eyes can’t keep away.
As Kongpob went closer, that’s where he could clearly see; the man has auburn brown hair, two piercings in his left ear, a metal cross-shaped pendant as his necklace and a pink nipple peeking through his three unbuttoned, silky, royal blue shirt, loosely tucked on his black slacks.
Konpob couldn’t help but ogle at the beauty infront of him. The pale man has cherry plump lips, cute chubby cheeks, and long eyelashes. It became worse when the said man opened his doe eyes as his brown hazelnut orbs, looking through his dark onyx ones.
Kongpob can feel his pants tighten when the said man suddenly smirked at his way while staring at Kongpob, challenging him.
Konpob slowly paves through the dance floor towards the man, his steps on beat with the sinful music playing. He stopped in front of the pale man and stared at him. Even though the man was sweating profusely, Kongpob can only describe him in one word. Ethereal.
Mommy don’t know, Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop...
Kongpob was about to ask the man his name when the latter put both his hands on the former’s taut chest, hands crawling up towards the neck, the suddenly pulls their faces together, which earned a grunted moan from both of them that created friction from their bulging tents.
The pale man suddenly grinded his body closer to Kongpob, whose will and patience running thin, as the pale man slowly grinding down, teasing the latter man.
...doing something unholy.
Konpob slowly put his hands on the man’s waist, as the latter carefully and slowly grinded back up, their noses touching.
Kongpob was about to steal a kiss when the man suddenly turned around. He groaned in frustration then hissed when the man grinded his ass on his hard-on.
Shuddering breaths came out of his mouth, Kongpob’s hands on the man’s waist gripping tightly to control himself from ravishing the man.
He sat back while he’s dropping in
She be poppin’ in
Yeah, she pull it down slowly
Yes, he’s pulling me down slowly. Kongpob thought to himself, as he joins to grind his lower body with the man’s ass grinding to his clothed dick.
The man turned his head seductively, his pale neck stretching, facing Kongpob.
“Your place or mine?” The man asks, his doe eyes innocently looking at Kongpob while his mouth asked such a sinful question, still swaying their bodies.
Kongpob’s face that is near the stretched, milky, white neck, gently kissed then suck and bit on it, putting a reddish mark. The pale man can’t help but moan.
“We could go to mine. It’s three blocks away, we could ride a taxi if you’re too impatient.” Kongpob offered, his voice raspy, his mouth now gently nibbling on the guy’s earlobe.
“Then, what are you waiting for?” The man pushed his ass forcefully on Kongpob’s very hard-on, earning a grunt from the latter.
Hurriedly paving their way out of the crowded dance floor to the main door.
“Oy, Arthit! Where are you going?!” A tanned, bulky man shouted from one of the booths.
Kongpob really needs to know the pale man’s name as he cannot always refer to him as ‘The pale man’. He was about to ask the guy when suddenly he turned his head back and waved at the guy that shouted.
“Arthit, huh?” Kongpob asked, still holding the guy on the waist.
“Why? Did you find my name interesting? Boring? Unexpected?” He prodded as he went inside the hailed cab.
Both settled down on the back seat, linking their hands.
“No, I find it beautiful.” Kongpob said, looking at Arthit’s doe eyes, shining even with just the moon light.
They do not have any idea how they went inside the condo, their bodies doing what their lustful, hazy minds are thinking.
All throughout the remaining hours of the night, in the dark but comfortable confines, they were doing things that are satisfying, sinful, and unholy.
