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Akk stares at the pile of boxes in that aisle, then sighs.
He looks around and sees the other workers opening up boxes with their own cutter knives, while he curses himself internally for forgetting to bring his own. The pen in his chest pocket sits heavily in reminder of what he brought to work this morning instead of the knife, and Akk thinks that this has to be better than having nothing to open the boxes with. So he uncaps the pen and kneels down, stabs the sharp tip into one end of a small taped box and drags it smoothly across until he's able to tug the flaps of the box open. A small smile blooms on his face and Akk picks up the box, feeling satisfied, as he starts arranging its contents onto the empty shelves.
He's halfway done with the boxes; all of the empty ones are flat and neatly piled up in one corner while the unopened ones remain scattered in the middle of the aisle. Akk momentarily stops to catch his breath as he wipes his sweaty forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, before moving to the highest box in a stack of four. He uncaps his pen to repeat the same process of opening the brown package when suddenly another hand catches his mid-air, and Akk looks up to see Ayan grinning at him. When did Ayan even get here?
"Can I help you with that?"
Stupid Ayan and his stupid handsome grin.
Akk feels his heart beating faster.
Without even waiting for Akk's response Ayan throws the box down and it falls with a loud thud, as Akk takes a few steps back to give Ayan some space. Akk scans his eyes to see if there's any knife around or on him because apparently his hands are both empty, but finds none. Confusion clouds his mind for a second before his breath hitches in his throat, because what the fuck.
Ayan kneels down on one knee and holds down the box with one hand, while his other hand just fucking rips the flaps open. Only then does Akk notice how full of muscles Ayan is, as the black haired man flexes his arms and his biceps threaten to stretch out the seams of his short sleeves. The veins protruding along his forearms only serves to supply Akk's head with more similar vocabularies to associate with Ayan's strength, and he mentally curses himself for the second time that day when he feels heat coiling in his lower tummy, knees growing weaker with each display of strength right in front of his eyes.
Fuck him and his strength kink.
"Hey. I've opened those boxes, you can arrange those first if you want. I'll be done with the last five in a few seconds," Ayan informs him while staring into his eyes as if he knows what kind of effect he has on Akk, and Akk personally cannot take it anymore. So he excuses himself and leaves Ayan alone, running towards the secluded restroom only he and a few others know of and locks himself in the furthest cubicle, allowing himself to let out the gasp of relief as soon as his hand is shoved inside his pants.
Stupid Ayan and his stupid ability to make Akk pop a boner under mere minutes.
He's aware that he doesn't have much time for this so he tries to chase his orgasm as quickly as he can, but no matter how much spit he's using or how fast he pumps his cock while playing with his sensitive nipples under his shirt, he cannot seem to reach the peak of pleasure he's extremely desperate for. Akk curses under his breath, trying to provide himself with mental images of those sexy arms and hot body that he knows Ayan possess underneath the tight fit shirt he always wears, but nothing is helping him get to where he actually wants to be. Tears fall down his reddening cheeks as he grunts in frustration, absolutely unaware that someone has just entered the restroom and is calling out his name.
Three short raps on his cubicle's door makes Akk nearly jump out of his skin, but his hand never slows down. Perhaps he has a thing for the rush of adrenaline that runs in his blood when there's a possibility that someone could catch him like this.
"Akk? Are you in there?" It's Ayan, and fuck, if that deep voice doesn't make him grow even harder. He braces one arm against the cold tile beside him as he bends forward, his other hand rapidly pumping his cock now, trying to get off just by listening to Ayan's voice. He doesn't bother answering, only focusing on the task in hand as he lets out soft breathy gasps. Internally, he wishes for Ayan to say something more, just so he can push himself over the edge and cums. He just wants to cum, god fucking dammit.
The knowledge that Akk wouldn't answer his question was what probably pushes the next one out of Ayan. "Can I help you with that? Getting off, I mean."
Akk swears loudly and slams the door open, dragging Ayan inside before pushing him against the once again locked door and kisses him senselessly. Ayan responds quickly much to Akk's liking, their lips pressing hard and their teeth clacking with each dip of their tongue inside each other's mouths. Akk lets out a breathy moan at the dizzying kiss, paired with the warm contact of Ayan's body on his.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot. Touch me, Ayan, fucking touch me and help me already. I thought you wanted this," Akk barely gets to finish his sentence when Ayan grips the back of his neck and pulls him in for another harsh kiss, his tongue pressing relentlessly against the roof of his mouth. Akk's hand left his cock when he's sent toppling back onto the toilet seat, hands immediately find purchase in Ayan's hair once Ayan settles himself in between Akk's spread out legs, roughly pulling his pants down to his ankles.
There's no time for anything else other than merely getting off, they both know this, but Ayan still entertains the thought of having time all to themselves. "You're so sexy when you're all desperate for me, Akk. I wonder how much sexier you could be when I actually take my own sweet time with you." Ayan swipes his tongue over his lips and smirks, before going down onto Akk's painfully hard cock. Akk has to bite his fist to stop himself from moaning out loud, his other hand pushing Ayan's head lower while he fucks his cock into the warmness of Ayan's mouth at an unforgiving speed. Ayan deepthroats him fairly well, his jaw slacks open, allowing Akk to use him to chase his release. Both of his hands are pressing down Akk's thighs, his fingernails no doubt leaving crescent shaped marks on the pale, smooth skin.
"Fuck fuck Ayan you're so good at this, fuck," Akk pants out when Ayan hollows his cheeks and sucks around the tip of Akk's cock. And when Ayan goes down on him again to swallow him whole, his toes curl in his Converse as he shakily wraps his thighs around Ayan's head. He feels tears building in his eyes again but this time it's pleasure instead of frustration, replacing the previous dissatisfaction. Akk bites his lower lip and uses both of his hands to grip Ayan's hair harshly, forcing him to stay in place as he thrusts his hips up several more times until he's cumming inside Ayan's mouth, ropes and ropes of semen flooding his throat. He finally slumps back, limbs heavy after the intense orgasm and he catches Ayan's gaze as his soft cock slips out from in between Ayan's lips.
He watches how Ayan's tongue darts out to lick the remnant of his sticky cum on his own lips, his eyes trailing lower to see the bob of his Adam's apple, the slick of his own spit sliding down the expanse of his neck until it disappears underneath the collar of his shirt. Realization dawns on him that he literally just had his cock sucked by a coworker. A very hot coworker at that, but still. And it's only his third day at this job. Akk can see his resolution to stick with this job for more than three months crumbling. He's being dramatic for thinking about quitting, he knows, but how could he possibly look at this hot guy again after this without wanting to be dicked down by him?
Akk decides that he can think about that later, after he gets off work. Right now, he stands up to tuck himself back into his pants, before clearing his throat and awkwardly offering some tissues to Ayan who also stands up, a prominent bulge obvious in the front of his pants. Akk wills himself to swallow his saliva as he imagines sucking on that big thing, and looks away.
"I would help with… yours, but we don't really have time now. I hope you understand," Akk scratches the back of his head, eyes looking everywhere but Ayan. He isn't really sure what to do in this kind of situation but he's pretty sure the proper 'quickie with your homie' etiquette is to give what you take, so he feels kind of bad not being able to return the favor to his coworker.
Ayan only smiles at him and nods while he wipes his face and neck. Akk's cheeks heat up again upon remembering how Ayan swallowed his cum without any complaint. Fuck, he really wants to repay this hot guy somehow. If he's going to quit this job anyway, might as well take this opportunity to get what he wants, right?
"But I can if you want to. Like, maybe after our shifts end? No pressure though, it's just an offer on the table. You can take it, if you want," Akk breathes out, as he unlocks the door and stands in front of the mirror above the sink to check his appearance. A little ruffle of his hair and neatly tucked shirt in his pants makes him look presentable again.
"I would love to. Come to my place? I live alone," Ayan's strong arms cages his waist from behind and Akk knows he's far, far gone for his extremely attractive coworker. He feels Ayan's bulge rubbing against his tightly jeans clad ass, and nearly whines for Ayan to take him right then and there. "Yes, fuck, of course. I need to drop by my house first though, to leave my stuff there." He lets himself be turned around and pushed back against the sink, Ayan claiming his lips in a searing kiss that leaves him breathless. Akk really really wants to get railed by this man.
"You might have to pack your clothes too, because I'm not letting you out of my bed until tomorrow. Unless you're into wearing my clothes?" Akk swallows back another whine, hopelessly wishing it's the end of their shifts already. "You need to stop saying things like that or I'll seriously make you fuck me over this sink," Akk replies instead, making Ayan laughs at his honesty. "I'm sorry, I'll stop. Gotta save it for tonight, right?" Ayan's grinning when Akk kisses him and licks inside his mouth, swearing to himself that this is the last one before he has to go back out there and actually do his job. "Yes yes now come on, we're gonna get fired if they find out we both disappeared longer than we're allowed to," Akk tugs on Ayan's wrist and leads him out of the restroom.
He might really lose his job if they're found out or maybe they won't ever get discovered, but nothing matters because he's quitting right after today, anyway. Even as disappointment lurks in the back of his mind Akk cannot really find it in himself to feel disappointed, because a one night stand with his annoyingly hot coworker would make everything worth it.
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Akk learns that it's actually really hard to focus on your work after you just had the best head ever in your entire life. Especially when the person who gave it to you literally works by your side throughout your entire shift. But he managed to push through it, no random boners on sight, and now they're both in Ayan's car as he gives directions to his house.
"How do you come to and from work everyday if you don't own a car? Do you take public transport?" Ayan asks in an attempt to initiate a conversation, and Akk thinks he's kind of adorable for that.
"I have a friend, Kan, who sends me to work and picks me up. He won't let me go by myself; I swear he's like a mom. Even just now when I told him I'll be going back with you he interrogated me as if he can't just ask me when I get home later," Akk responds freely, feeling like he has nothing to hide from Ayan. Perhaps the thought that they probably won't ever meet again after this makes it even easier to be truthful.
Ayan laughs as he turns the wheel with one hand, entering an empty road that leads to a pretty decent neighborhood. He parks the car right where Akk tells him to, and watches as Ayan opens the passenger's door.
"Can I go with you upstairs? So that I can introduce myself to your friends?"
Akk blinks slowly, then breaks out into a fit of giggles. "As what? My hook up for tonight?" He intends for it to be like a joke, but Ayan's laughter sounds forced. He looks weirdly serious for some reason, like he's intently thinking about something.
"That's not exactly what's on my mind, but I guess it's better to be forward than sugar coating things, right?" Ayan grins at him and switches off the car engine, before letting Akk lead the way.
The elevator ride was short, and when they both entered the house it was nothing less than what Akk expected. Two of his housemates, Wasuwat and Khanlong, together with Khanlong's boyfriend, Thuaphu, are all huddled together on the couch watching an indie film that no doubt was 100% Wasuwat's idea. Three heads turn to look at them once Akk announces that he's home, before Akk dragged Ayan into his room. Wasuwat was the one who followed them and stood against the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest.
"You're supposed to bring back money, not a boyfriend." Wasuwat states monotonously. Akk doesn't even spare him a glance, only focusing on packing his things.
"It's only been three days of my part time job, Wat. It's kinda impossible to get a three days salary," Akk shrugs nonchalantly. Wasuwat flits his eyes in between Akk and this annoyingly good looking man with a sharp jawline and sharp looking eyes who returns his gaze with a grin on his face.
"Well yeah, it's kinda also impossible to bring back a boyfriend when you've only known him for three days, Akk." Wasuwat counters, rendering Akk speechless. Before he can even say anything, Khanlong dashes into the room with wide eyes.
"He's your boyfriend?! Why did you leave this information out while we were on a phone call earlier?!"
"Because he's not my boyfriend! Can you ask me first before assuming?" Akk sometimes wonders how he even put up with his friends. "He's actually my… uh, he's- um," Akk suddenly finds it hard to say it out loud. What is he supposed to say? He's my one night stand? He's the guy that's supposed to be railing me tonight until tomorrow noon? Akk mentally struggles with the right way to phrase it when Ayan lets out a soft chuckle and opens his mouth.
"I'm Ayan, Akk's coworker. But you can call me Aye. Akk has probably already told you that our store hasn't officially operated yet, and we're still stocking the shelves. But a lot of new stuff came in today, and we were ordered to work overtime, so we just decided to get some change of clothes before continuing with work." The lie runs smoothly out of his mouth, and Akk wonders if this was what Ayan said that he had in mind. He locks eyes with Ayan and Ayan has the audacity to wink at him, signaling him to play along. Akk rolls his eyes and braces himself.
"Yeah, I won't be back until tomorrow. So you guys don't have to worry about me. Especially you, Kan," Akk shoulders his bag and prepares to leave, laughing at Khanlong's facial expression with Ayan behind him. Khanlong looks like he wants to say something but decides against it at the last minute. He only nagged them to not skip dinner and to not overwork themselves, as Akk bid everyone goodbye, with Ayan in tow.
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Two horny men who lust after each other. That's the perfect description for them.
The moment they got inside Ayan's apartment they wasted no time undressing themselves. Each garment scattered on the wooden flooring like a trail behind them, from the apartment's front door to the three seat sofa in the living room. One would think that they'd grow a little bit awkward to get into the mood considering the long span of time since they were last in the restroom, but the two could barely contain themselves as soon as they are alone before launching onto each other.
"Fuck fuck fuck I knew you'd look even better naked, shit," Akk shudders as he takes everything in; the way Ayan is hovering above him in his naked glory, tanned skin glowing under the dim yellow lighting. From broad shoulders to prominent collarbones to smooth chest and chiseled abs, they all make Akk's mouth water. When his eyes darts lower he has to visibly swallow down his saliva, because fuck, Ayan is big. His cock looks unreal, the girth and length obviously more than what Akk possesses himself. He's itching to touch but Ayan takes his hands and pins them on either side of his head before diving in to devour his lips.
The kiss almost feels the same as their first one, rough and dominating. They both battle for dominance but the persistent dips of Ayan's tongue inside Akk's mouth has him whining in submission, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Ayan's hands leave his and wander down Akk's body, feeling and touching all over. A pinch on his nipples makes him cry into the kiss, body arching in sensitivity. They pinch several more times before moving lower, caressing the sides of his waist and grabbing his hips, as Ayan grinds down to rub their cocks together.
"Oh god yes give me more, please," Akk breathes out before his lips are claimed yet again. He just knows that his lips are going to be so swollen after Ayan is done with him and he would have no other excuse to give his friends when they ask about it tomorrow. Akk grabs Ayan's hair and tugs hard to make the other look into his eyes. "You better put your dick inside me now or I'll fucking do it myself," he demands, only to be reduced into a whiny mess when a certain glide of their cocks gives him the subtle taste of pleasure.
"As much as I'd love seeing you take over and use my cock to pleasure yourself, I want our first time together to be me fucking you into the sheets and filling you up until you're full of my cum," Ayan smirks when he feels Akk's cock twitches in interest at that, chuckling lowly. He doesn't give Akk time to respond before he's picking him up, Akk's legs wrapped around his middle while his hands support his weight by holding onto his thighs. Akk swears Ayan has already discovered his kink for strength already, and is using it to make him go crazy.
Akk gasps into Ayan's ear as he wraps his arms around Ayan's shoulders, feeling the muscles pulled taut beneath him. He starts moving his hips against Ayan's to rub their cocks again, mouth busy moaning when he's not desperately lapping up the sweaty skin and leaving marks along the collarbones. "Fuck baby, stop moving so much," Ayan slaps his ass and it tears a louder moan from Akk, who squeezes his shaking thighs tighter around Ayan's waist. Walking with Akk hanging off him proves to be as easy as carrying a child, with how they are already in the room without Akk even realizing.
Ayan drops him gently on the bed despite his dominant demeanor, pushing away his sweaty bangs as he settles in between Akk's legs. "You look so pretty in my bed, Akk. I bet you'd look much prettier with my cum all over your face, don't you think so? Would you let me cum on your face next time?" He throws Akk's legs over his shoulders as he mouths along Akk's inner thighs, leaving marks in his wake. They tremble under the torturous teasing, Akk's cock leaking steadily with precum. Akk's head spins with the need to find release, not even noticing when Ayan had fetched the lube before feeling one finger press against the rim of his hole. He gasps softly, hands finding purchase in Ayan's hair again.
"Breathe, baby, you're doing so good," Ayan praises him as he pushes the first finger in. Akk hisses at the cold intrusion, biting his lower lip to contain his moan. Ayan is having none of that though, his unoccupied hand smacking over his marked up thigh. "Don't hold back your voice. Let me hear all of them." His deep voice makes Akk grow impossibly harder, high pitched whine ringing in his throat. "Please Ayan, please just fuck me already," Akk sobs, feeling another stream of precum wetting his abdomen. He's so fucking hard but couldn't touch himself after his hands were slapped away the first time he tried, forcing him to rely solely on Ayan to make him feel good.
He opens his mouth pliantly when Ayan comes up to take another kiss from him, tongue swirling smoothly along Ayan's. Ayan swallows all of his moans when a second finger is added, pressing in deep and stretching him wide open in preparation of what's coming next.
"Ah, fuck- there! Right there, please please please," Akk chants as he moves his hips to meet the thrusts of Ayan's fingers, groaning frustratedly when Ayan refuses to curl his fingers up against his prostate again. "Ayan you fucking tease-"
"Mind your language when you're talking to me, Akk." Ayan grabs his face roughly and pushes his head down to expose his neck, hungrily biting all over the smooth expanse of skin. Akk screams, the pain of Ayan's teeth almost pushing himself over the edge. In the corner of his eyes he catches Ayan's hand pulling out a condom from under his pillow, and he's quick to grab Ayan's hand to stop him. "I thought you're gonna fill me up with your cum until I'm overflowing with it." Akk deadpans, and Ayan actually laughs with two fingers still deep inside him. Akk thinks it's ridiculous for a person to look hot while laughing but Ayan is a living proof of it.
"I did say that, but you're exaggerating the last part. Are you clean? We can do it until your tummy is full of my cum," Ayan says casually, and Akk feels as if he's about to combust with the mental image of himself and his tummy bloating. So he nods rapidly and mumbles out a string of yesses, throwing away the condom before interlacing their fingers together. Their mouths meet and the two fingers leave Akk's hole, before the tip of Ayan's cock replaces it. He pushes incredibly slowly, the drag of his huge cock against Akk's walls makes him scream in delight. He's so fucking long that Akk can feel it up to his lower tummy when he's fully sheathed inside, constantly rubbing against his sensitive spot.
"Oh fuck Ayan yes, please move please please please," Akk begs, and all hell break loose.
"Shit Akk, you feel so good around me, fuck," Ayan pounds into him with incredible fervor, the slaps of their hips resounding loudly in the bedroom. The tip of Ayan's cock punches deep inside Akk, causing him to cry out with each thrust, tears falling freely down his cheeks. Ayan drops one of Akk's legs and pushes the one over his shoulder up against Akk's chest, allowing him to go even deeper inside Akk. "Fuck baby, if only you could see how pretty your hole is stretched around my dick," Ayan shakily breathes out as he watches in fascination the way his cock disappears inside the pink, stretched out rim and reappears again when he pulls back. He hammers his cock into the tight hole like there's no tomorrow, relishing in the sweet cries of his name on Akk's lips.
Akk loops his arms tightly around Ayan's neck, sobbing against his lips. "Please fuck me harder, Ayan, I'm so close." Ayan moves forward and hikes Akk's leg up higher, focusing on slamming his hips harder. His hand finds Akk's wet cock and immediately pumps it in sync with the pace of his thrusts, mouth busy sucking on Akk's puffy chest alternately. Akk's moans and cries spurs him even more, his harsh thrusts unforgiving as he watches Akk fall apart prettily before his eyes, his cum spurting all across his chest. The hot walls around his cock tightens as Akk reaches his orgasm, making Ayan groan as he stills his hips and resorts to grinding.
"You good, baby?" Ayan leans forward to stare into Akk's eyes, as he lets Akk catch his breath. Akk makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat.
"Very. You fucked me so good," he compliments sincerely with pretty blush adorning his cheeks, earning a soft chuckle from Ayan.
"Well, that's good to hear." Ayan kisses the corner of Akk's lips before sitting back on his haunches and letting Akk's leg drop gently, manhandling Akk around until both of his legs are wrapped around Ayan's waist, his lower half hanging off the bed as he's practically in Ayan's lap. "Are you ready to continue?"
Akk widens his eyes as he tries to stop Ayan with one hand on his chest. "Wait wait- now? I haven't even- hng fuck! I just came, Ayan- ahh!" Ayan grips his waist tightly and starts moving again, ignoring Akk's pleas as he focuses on chasing his orgasm. He groans loudly when the walls tighten around him again, making him force his cock into the tight hole even harder.
"You've been asking me to fuck you and now that I am, you're telling me to stop?" Ayan lowers his hands to grab Akk's asscheeks, pulling them apart to stretch his hole wider. The loud squelching sounds of Ayan's lubed cock dragging in and out of Akk rivals the pretty cries resonating in the room. Ayan covers Akk's body with his own, pressing him into the mattress as he fucks him in a consistent pace.
"S'too much, too much please I can't," Akk begging sounds so pretty to Ayan's ears; he feels himself growing bigger at the pretty sight underneath him. Ayan is crying, his body glistening with sweat and tummy sticky with cum. Ayan makes sure to press their tummy together so Akk's cock gets some friction, the sensitive tip of his hardening cock twitching pathetically as his whole body trembles in sensitivity.
Ayan laps his tongue up Akk's neck, pressing into the bruises that are already forming on the skin. Akk sobs, begging yet again for him to stop, and Ayan pulls away far enough to grab his jaw with one hand to make Akk's mouth fall open, before spitting inside. "You asked for this. So take it." Ayan growls with his deep voice and Ayan almost cums right then and there hearing the other command with so much authority in his voice, whining with Ayan's saliva in his mouth. Two fingers enter his mouth pushing him to swallow the liquid and stays there while Ayan picks up his pace and pants into Akk's ear.
"Fuck Akk, I'm almost there," Ayan drills his cock faster into Ayan's hole, his other hand smacking Akk's asscheeks. "Gonna fill you up so good, fuck fuck fuck-" With Akk biting his shoulder and his hands scratching down Ayan's back, he cums, with Akk's name on his lips. It feels like an eternity to wait for his cock to finish painting Akk's insides, and he has half the mind to look down and see Akk's tummy already bulging a little as he's being filled. He also sees that Ayan had also come sometime before he did, his tummy wet from the additional liquid all over it.
Ayan brings his eyes up to see Akk looking at him with tired eyes, tears clinging onto his eyelashes. His cheeks are red from the exertion, and Ayan knows that he must be looking pretty much the same at that moment. "Hey, baby. Are you okay? How are you feeling?" Akk widens his eyes and feels his cheeks grow warmer, and Ayan understands that he's probably surprised at the use of pet name now that they're not in the sexual headspace. Ayan laughs at his cuteness. "Are you not gonna answer me after you've gotten what you want?" Ayan pouts, pretending to be hurt. Akk slaps his shoulder and Ayan laughs again.
"I'm good, I feel good. You probably broke my back, so you better take responsibility," Akk replies breathily, still trying to catch his breath. Ayan stares at him with fond eyes, and Akk looks away as feels his heart beating faster. He isn't supposed to catch feelings, this wasn't in his plans. Ayan is only supposed to be his one night stand, and he's not going to meet him anymore after tonight.
Realization dawns upon him and Akk feels his heart grow heavy as reality hits him. Laying on top of him is his coworker, who he had only known for three days. In the span of three days they barely even talked to each other, only the occasional hellos and goodbyes and today was the most that they've engaged in conversations, most of them out of desperation for sex. He knows almost nothing about Ayan other than his name and vice versa, so it should be easy to get up right now and figure out something to go back home but it isn't. Akk wants to stay.
"Then stay." Ayan brushes his fingers against Akk's cheek gently and Akk gasps loudly with his eyes widening again.
"Did I just say everything out loud?"
"Yeah, you did." Akk covers his face in embarrassment but Ayan tugs on his wrists, grinning at him. "I want you to stay too. Do you really think this is a one night stand? I thought this is the beginning of us getting to know each other," Ayan shifts his body slightly to get a little bit more comfortable and the base of his cock tugs at Akk's rim, making him gasp softly, hands reaching up to hold onto Ayan's shoulders.
"Can we have this conversation again when you're not inside of me?" Akk hisses in pain when Ayan slowly pulls out, his hands rubbing his sides comfortingly as he kisses all over Akk's face to distract him. Once he's fully out, Ayan sits back and takes his time admiring the obscenely gaped hole in its futile attempt to close. "You're so sexy, Akk. Shit," he thumbs at a trail of cum dripping out of Akk's hole and pushes it back inside. Akk whines pitifully.
"Ayan," his voice cracks, telltale he's about to cry from oversensitivity, his thighs closing around Ayan's arm. "Shh, I got you baby." Ayan immediately pulls away to kiss his cheeks and eyelids. Akk's heart clenches at the knowledge that Ayan doesn't even have to do all these, but he's doing it for him. And when Ayan claims his lips in a softer kiss this time, Akk knows he's fallen for his hot coworker.
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"So you let him fuck you four times in one night? God, I know you have a crazy side to you but I didn't know you're this crazy," Wasuwat clicks his tongue, and Akk swear he would have thrown something at his face if he was right in front of him. He had called his friend first thing when he woke up, which was at noon when the sun was at its highest, and told him everything. He heard Khanlong faintly scream at the other end of the call about how he knew that Ayan was gonna dick him down, and how it didn't make sense that their employer would make them work overtime when the store's opening is not until two more months.
"Shut up. Also stop repeating what I said, Wat. But yeah, that's everything that happened. I still won't be back soon though, I don't think I can walk after he railed me so hard on the fourth time and proceeded to eat me out-"
"For God's sake Akk keep all the details to yourself! I don't want to hear them what the fuck," Wasuwat curses loudly and Akk laughs as he rolls around with the a new clean comforter wrapped around his naked body, laying on his tummy. The smell of bacon and scrambled eggs wafts through the air making Akk's tummy grumble, and he is about to end the call when Wasuwat drops the question.
"So you like this box guy?" Akk stops playing with his bangs, body stiffening momentarily at the question.
He knows how he feels; the excitement when Ayan returns the same energy when he's lusting after him, the butterflies when Ayan kisses him softly and asks if he's okay every time he tries something new, the fuzziness and warmness in his chest when Ayan looks at him with stars in his eyes- and takes less than a second to respond.
"Yeah, I like him. I like Ayan." Admitting it out loud feels like a heavy load was taken off his chest, and Akk feels relieved. And if Ayan was in the room accidentally hearing his confession Akk will never know, as Ayan quietly left the room with a satisfied smile on his lips.
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Three months passed and a lot has happened. Much to Akk's surprise, he's still maintaining his part time job at the supermarket. He's finally together with Ayan, who tried very hard to court him by asking him out on cute dates before Akk decided to cut everything short and immediately asked Ayan to be his boyfriend. Khanlong pretended like he wasn't surprised, but still cried to Wasuwat behind Akk's back about how his best friend now has his own love life. He had another surprise that came in another form just a month ago, through Ayan being publicly announced as the store's branch manager who is also apparently the owner's son, at the store's official opening day. It had shocked him immensely that Ayan didn't even tell him about it, to the point where Akk sulked the whole day. It took Ayan showering him with a lot of candies and a rimjob that night for Akk to forgive him, occasionally teasing him at work when he knew damn well the kind of effect he has on the store's manager.
Akk recalls the time when Ayan confessed that he had liked him way before they first met in the store. Before applying at the supermarket Akk had worked in a bookstore nearby, and Ayan told him he had seen Akk arranging books on a shelf one day and had fallen in love. Akk laughed then, thinking that it was impossible for Ayan to fall that fast but Ayan had insisted it was real, and he told him about how ecstatic he was when Akk applied for a part time job, begging his father to let him be in that branch so he could see Akk everyday. He didn't know that things would go smoothly according to his favor, but he obviously wasn't one to complain when he had the man of his dreams in his bed after months of secretly crushing on him.
Akk smiles to himself at the memory, before someone calls his name and he leaves the cashier's counter to follow a coworker in need of help. Once he's told what to do and the other person dashes away to tend to something else, Akk stares at two boxes in the middle of the aisle, and the empty shelf where bottles of condiments need restocking. He pats himself down to check if he has any cutter knife on him and lets out a disappointed sigh when he only finds a pen in his back pocket. He takes it out and kneels by the boxes.
"Can I help you with that?" Just by hearing the deep voice Akk knows it's Ayan who's breathing down his neck, and Akk shoves him away, laughing.
It's just like the first time they had a real conversation, and Akk somehow feels thankful towards the boxes for being the beginning of his relationship with Ayan. Three months ago he was planning to leave Ayan after a one night stand, but now he's happy with the love of his life, fully boxed in Ayan's heart.