Pran mouths hia Pat under his breath, seeing his mouth form the words in the mirror. A pleased, guilty shiver crawls up his spine.

Pat loves Pran’s tits. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Their arrangement was simple: Pat had no money, and Pran almost had too much of it. And Pran didn’t want this to ever end, even though they had only just started.

Pran runs into Napat, the CEO of rival business Jindapat’s, at another function.

Pran wanting his boyfriend to pee on him isn’t something he thought he would like before, but maybe it’s his fault for always calling Pat his puppy anyway.

Pat is a masseuse, Pran is his client, and Pat can’t keep his hands off of him.

It’s hard, is the thing. To pretend that he doesn’t want Pat at all, that he doesn’t have him anymore.

Pran’s been resisting even though a part of him wants to cave in already, ignore his insecurities and the instability of their relationship and just let himself be Pat’s boyfriend. But his insecurities and the instability of their relationship aside, he can’t just let Pat win.

So here they are now.

Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the office even though Pat’s barely talked to him once. Pran gets him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it. Pran’s eyes drop down Pat’s body every so often like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.

Pat’s still wondering if he likes Pran. So he watches some gay porn.