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Every muscle in Metha's body ached. It was only a five-minute journey between Unky's parents' restaurant and the hospital where Ten was. The journey was only five minutes on the map though. The road was full of turns and detours and what's up with the road suddenly going uphill and downhill? Why the hell was getting to the hospital so complicated? Shouldn't the place be easily accessible?
He didn't even remember how many times he made that trip. He was so hungry. Besides, he was now alone. Fire looked even more tired and complained about how much his legs hurt. His legs also hurt and trembled. He was a good friend and too nice. That doesn't mean he can't get really angry.
His breaking point turned out to be the sun and heat. His eyes stung. At first, he thought they were tears from fatigue. It was just sweat. Rubbing his eyes only made it worse. He was sweating so much. That was it. This TenPrem exchange will last for a long time. These stubborn virgins will make him their messenger forever. Metha stopped his steps. He was still closer to the restaurant. He returned determined.
"Did you forget something?" Unky asked.
"Yeah, I forgot Ten's Cook. I'm tired and you two are driving me crazy. Ten is my best friend. I care about him which now includes you, Prem. I would gladly be your messenger, but this isn't going anywhere. You need to talk… Where’s my friend, by the way?"
“Dy wanted to buy something. Your friend offered to tag along,” Unky answered.
"Didn't he say he can’t move his legs? Why am I friends with them." Metha signed loudly. He said the second sentence very quietly.
"Grey hair is right. This can go on forever and you'll say something that will be lost in translation or hurt each other unintentionally."
"Oy, don't you believe I'm delivering the message correctly?" Metha felt insulted. He shut up immediately when he noticed the look Unky gave him. It clearly said 'Work with me, you idiot. I am helping you’.
"Okay, I should go. Can you show me the way?" After thinking for a moment, Prem decided.
“I will be a good friend and accompany you. The road is actually quite confusing.”
"Wait, take the motorbike."
Heat and a little bit of anger washed over Metha. He leaned heavily and maybe a little hard on the table. He startled both Unky and Prem.
"You had a motorbike to borrow yet you only offered it now? Don't you know how bad it is to walk to the hospital?"
"Sorry, I didn't think of that earlier. I'll treat you to a feast when you get back."
"Yeah, yeah, I guess Prem is special. I'll take your word for the feast. Let's go."
Metha was not angry anymore. He saw how Unky and Prem were apologetic to him.
Ten was getting more and more nervous. Did his friends get lost? Did they forget about him? Didn't Prem have any more messages for him? He regretted the idea of wanting some time apart. It was a really stupid thought. He missed his Cook so much. Why did Prem not want to see him? Cook was always so easy to talk to. He wondered why it was suddenly complicated. A part of him wanted to run after his Cook. The other held him firmly on the chair. He looked around aimlessly. Now he hoped to see Prem in one of the patients.
He was so lost in thoughts that he was startled by the glow coming from the entrance of the hospital. He had to rub his eyes. It was like an Angel was descending to the earth. He had to rub his eyes again when he saw who was coming. Was it really his Cook? He looked so cute and more beautiful than ever, all shiny and squishy.
"Doc?" Prem said uncertainly. Ten noticed how sad his eyes were.
"Cook." Ten breathed out his name more than he spoke it.
They looked at each other scared and speechless. Neither of them knew what to say or how to behave.
"I see that I have ceased to exist...” Metha excessively waved between the tense couple and turned to the lady sitting next to Ten. “Excuse me. Sawadee Krab, are you the head nurse? You look so young and beautiful. Can my friend take a little break?" Metha used a very sweet voice and smiled widely at the nurse.
"Sawadee Ka, I'm not the head nurse. Today, I'm in charge of Nong Ten. He hasn't had a break since the morning, I was about to suggest it to him." She answered him a bit shyly, a hint of pink in her cheeks.
"Good, now you two can talk. Should I relay your last message, Prem?” Metha took a deep breath and before Prem could object Metha overly dramatically rephrased Prem's words.
“Can't I be tired of waiting? Is he that dense and naive to see it? Can't we talk even while taking some time apart? If we can't talk, that's it. Let's call it quits. Be my guest! You dumbass.” He exhaled and shook his whole body to get back into his own persona. “I wish I memorized things from the school as well as this. I would have graduated years ago... Do you want to add anything, Prem?” Metha said and secretly smirked.
Ten was sure his friend was proud of himself. Sadly, he was so surprised by the content that he couldn't comment on Metha’s acting.
"What did you say?" Ten turned to Prem.
"Well... I... was mad... and I didn't say Dumbass." Prem stared at the ground, his hands nervously and cutely clutching the edges of his t-shirt.
Ten knew what was coming. He was saying in his head ‘No, don't do that Prem. Please don’t’. Then it came. Prem pouted sweetly. That was the end for Ten, now he would be able to forgive him for almost everything. He was still offended and thanked the universe that they weren't alone somewhere. He would have run to hug him. He thanked all the curious eyes watching them and preventing him from doing so.
The nurse was probably listening to the whole conversation, including the previous ones. She stifled a laugh and silently pointed Metha in the direction. Ten registered their secret sign language. He tried to stop the urge to hold Prem in his arms and was still so shocked by what Prem wanted to tell him that he couldn't react to Metha and the nurse. Prem didn't notice, his eyes were still on the ground. Little did they both realize that Metha was dragging them into a room.
"You'll have peace here. I'm going to eat at Unky’s. I am taking the bike. I expect some reward for my services." Metha saluted them and disappeared.
Silence followed Metha’s departure. Prem stayed at the door. Ten had to lean against the examination bed. It was pushed up high so he was more like half sitting and half standing. He sighed loudly.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Prem broke the silence first and looked directly at him with courage.
Ten didn't know what to say. He was confused and overwhelmed by what Prem said and by his presence. After all, he hadn't seen him in a while. Having him in front of his eyes made him even more aware of his loneliness and how much he missed Prem.
"My heart hurts, Doc. It stings in here." Prem cutely pointed at his heart. "I tried so hard not to come see you to avoid distracting you. But you called me out for poor understanding."
"Did I really say that?" Ten realized that his friends might not have relayed his messages exactly. He didn’t let Cook know about his realization though.
"That's the impression I got and I missed you." Prem pouted again, those lips were dangerous.
"Have you missed me?" Ten perked up with excitement.
"Yes, I've missed you."
"Oh, but you told my friends that you didn't miss me."
"You don't really know?"
"Who would know? I didn't hear that face to face. How could I know which one is true and which one is not? What about you? You berated me nonstop."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Your last message Metha said a few minutes ago. Not a single hint of you missing me there." Ten understood their little misunderstanding. He needed to sulk a bit so he let Prem think he was still a bit angry.
"I'm truly sorry, Doc. I do miss you. I didn't want my words to hurt you."
Damn, Prem was adorable and innocent. He took him too seriously and felt guilty about his harsh words. Ten shouldn't torture him anymore. He gave up on his facade.
"I missed you too.” Ten's shoulders slumped as he spoke the words quietly.
"What did you say?"
"I miss you too! I miss you like crazy, you know!" Ten shouted and pouted a bit. He knew it wouldn't be as effective as it was with Prem. He looked at his Cook who was smiling beautifully at him.
"I actually heard that. I just wanted to hear it one more time.”
They both laughed. Ten hated the few meters that separated them. He thought about how to casually arrange for Prem to be close to him, preferably in his arms. He wanted to touch him, kiss him. He found his aversion to touch ridiculous when he was with Prem. He should say something. He didn't want to sound too eager.
"Do you have time?" Luckily, Prem was braver.
"Yeah, I can leave soon. My observation shift is about to end. I don't have much to do, I just help out a bit with patient registration and observe light procedures. I am not allowed to touch the patients. They don't even let me peek at the more complicated cases. Moreover, ER is not b..." He didn't finish, because Prem ran to him in a flash. Exactly where he belonged, into his arms. He cutely covered his mouth with his tiny hands.
"Don't say that… don't you know what it means to say something like that out loud in the emergency room or hospital? Don't you watch any medical dramas?" Prem had a slight look of horror in his eyes. His hands smelled nice. Ten breathed in. He didn't recognize the smell. It was sweet just like his Cook. He wanted to keep his hands pressed to his lips. Despite that, he slowly and gently removed Prem's hands so he could talk.
"I don’t know. Explain it to me please, Cook."
"It means ER will get swamped with cases."
“I don’t think that‘s how it works.”
“It does trust me.”
Ten smiled and sneakily slipped his hands around Prem's tiny waist. He squeezed Prem with his thighs and knees so that he could not escape. Once Prem was firmly secured in his grip, He pulled him closer. Cook squealed sweetly in surprise. Their chests were pressed together, only Prem's hands on Ten's shoulders prevented any closer contact.
They looked at each other for a moment. Ten's eyes kept going down to Prem's lips. Cook loosened his hold on Ten's shoulders to allow them some movement. He slowly wrapped his arms around Ten’s neck. Their faces were separated by mere centimeters.
Ten didn't wait any longer and devoured Prem's plump lips. This kiss was different from the previous ones. Their first was timid. Neither of them was sure of their feelings, and especially the feelings of the other. At that time, part of them assumed that they would never see each other again. It didn't make sense in retrospect. Their thinking was affected by fear and uncertainty, as was their kiss.
In addition, Prem was still bothered by Ten's reluctance to physical contact. Ten was still uncomfortable with others. Only Cook was a special exception. Ten felt safe and relaxed with Prem. Their passionate kisses in the cafe awakened something in them, suppressed passion. They couldn't control themselves and maybe they didn't even understand their desires very much. Again they couldn't think clearly, they were affected by hormones.
Now it was different. Now they understood each other. They found their pace. The kiss was slower yet more passionate and deeper. Ten soon forced his tongue into Prem's warm chamber. He didn't have to fight much. Prem welcomed him and followed his lead. Both explored the corners of their mouths.
Ever since Ten felt the feel of Prem's smooth and silky skin, he longed to touch him again. He loved caressing his bare back. It was exciting to sneak his hand under his shirt. That curve was astonishing and perfect. He needed to remove Prem's shirt, it was in the way. He wanted to do a more thorough inspection of Prem's body.
The kiss was getting hotter, full of passionate lustful desires. Prem was removing Ten's jacket when they were interrupted by a noise outside. They both jumped in surprise, suddenly realizing where they were and that the room was not locked.
“We are often interrupted, aren’t we.” Ten chuckled. He didn't let go of Prem, instead, he pulled him so that his head rested on his shoulder. He felt a shiver as Prem's lips briefly touched his neck. He didn't take his hand out from under Prem's shirt either.
“Maybe it's because we're picking the wrong places.”
"Right, are we developing some kinky addictions? We are always intimate in public places."
"I did ask if you have time, I wanted to go for a walk or..."
"Or what?" Prem couldn’t answer because another interruption came.
"Ten? Ten? You here? Can I come in?" Ten recognized Earn's voice. He released Prem from his arms. However, he made sure that it was not rushed. He didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Hello." Earn greeted Prem. "Is he your friend?"
"Yes, do you need anything?" He saw Prem's surprised expression when he saw Earn's face.
“I need a big favor from you. There'll be a package delivered to me at the house. I'm still in my shift, I can't leave yet. Can you go there and receive the package for me? You can take your friend with you."
"Sure."
"Thank you."
"Doc, that woman, she..." Prem asked as soon as Earn left.
"Yes, she looks like my mother, doesn't she?"
They did not continue the discussion further. Ten didn't want to miss Earn’s package. He quickly completed the last duties so he could leave. Cook waited patiently for him. Together they moved to the boarding house that served the hospital staff. Prem was very curious because as soon as they passed through the gate, he asked about Earn.
“When you first saw her, weren't you surprised?"
“Yes, I was. I was so surprised that I even dreamed about my mom, something I hadn't done in a long time. I felt like I couldn't do anything to save her."
"Don't stress about it, Doc. It's in the past." Prem tried to calm and reassure him.
It helped. Ten opened up to him about his rediscovered desire to save people. He shared with Prem that he was actually grateful to be here. He saw and realized many things he didn’t before. In return, Prem told him about the successful audition, how he missed him, and how he felt that his happiness had loneliness in it. Prem told him about his feelings. Ten was proud of him for sharing. He was sorry to make him feel lonely. He also felt lonely and said it out loud. However, It hurt him more that he caused his Cook to feel that way.
"Can we not be apart anymore?"
Before Ten could answer him, a package arrived for Earn. Prem was waiting for him inside. Ten realized that he had left Prem's glove lying on the table. The one he stole from him. He wanted to surprise him so he didn’t tell him he borrowed it. He was finally able to complete the repairs and adjustments of the oven glove. He hurried inside. He felt a bit shy about it.
He found Prem looking at it with a smile. Their conversation resumed from outside. Suddenly they found themselves in a new moment of romance and intimacy. He wanted to kiss Prem's mouth. Something slowed his movement. Somewhere deep in his mind and stomach, he had a bad feeling. Prem recognized it in him.
“Is something bothering you? What is it?”
“I just saw something. P'Earn..." He was interrupted by his father's call. He must have some spies in the hospital and wanted to check on him. Ten frowned. Prem calmed him down and made him pick up the phone and talk to his father.
Their call was long. He didn't even remember what they said to each other. He realized with horror how late it was. The sun was still up but it was going to get dark soon. He was afraid that Cook had left. He was wrong, Prem was patiently waiting for him again.
"Sorry, Cook, I am only yours now."
"I have time, I can wait. Something is still bothering you."
Prem was right. Ten was bothered by the sight of Earn trying to use her asthma medicine. The inhaler was empty. He was suddenly filled with fear. He apologized to Cook and rushed to the hospital. Earn was nowhere to be found. Where could she be? Prem was no longer in the house. Since they didn’t know when Ten would come back and Prem received a worried call from Unky. Prem returned to Unky’s house to let them know he was alive. So Ten couldn’t ask him if Earn was there. He was even more uneasy and was now running in a race back to the house.
His worst fears were confirmed when he found Earn lifeless on the ground. Memories of not being able to save his mom when she collapsed crept into his mind. Ten was almost absent-minded. His whole body was shaking but he tried his best. He had to get Earn to the hospital. He won't fail this time. He will help her. With great effort, he finally made it to the hospital.
He was trembling so much, he was cold yet his mind was on fire. He had trouble breathing, his whole body was in spasms. He couldn't stop it. Then he heard the sweet sound of Prem's voice. His Cook was here, he was here for him.
Ten didn't remember how long it took him to recover. All he knew was that Prem was holding his hands tightly and his head was resting on Prem's shoulder.
"Why are you here?"
"I had an inkling you would need me."
Ten smiled slightly and released their hands. He intertwined their fingers with one hand. He used his other arm to wrap around Prem and pressed his head to his chest. They hugged and waited for news about Earn.
It took almost another hour of waiting for news. Both Ten and Prem jumped out of their seats when the doctor appeared. He was calm and his mouth hinted at a smile. Ten hoped it meant good news.
"Doctor Earn is fine. She was lucky. You found her very early. If you had been just a little later she would have been in a lot of trouble. You did an excellent job. You didn't panic and got her to medical care as soon as possible. It would have taken a long time if you called an ambulance instead. You let us know so we were ready. Your heroic run was probably the fastest way to get her to the hospital. You should be proud of yourself." The Doctor finished praising Ten.
He felt light strokes on his back. Prem was reassuring him again. His eyes stung, and tears crept into them. The doctor squeezed Ten's arm.
"She'll be fine. Earn needs rest."
"Can I see her? Can I stay with her?"
"No, she's sleeping now and we still have to watch her condition. You would just be in the way of the nurses. You should go get some rest. You can take care of her tomorrow."
"Can we just take a peek before we go?" Prem asked seeing Ten's nervousness.
"Okay, but only a brief look, you're not allowed in. She's in the ICU, we'll keep her there until the morning to be safe."
The doctor led them in to have a look at Earn. She looked completely normal, just as if she was only sleeping contentedly. The color was returning to her face. Ten had to see her. He needed to see that she was alive and well.
He was still not fully conscious when they got to the house. He only recovered when he was sitting at the table and Prem was serving him soup.
"What is it? And where did you get the ingredients?"
"Thai Coconut Curry Soup. You had a lot here and I asked Unky and Dy for the rest. Unky stole it from his parent's restaurant. It's a quick soup and it will fill you up. You need something warm."
"Thank you. Aren't you mad that I wanted to see her? That I will take care of her?”
Prem got up and hugged the sitting Ten from behind with a little peck on his cheek.
"No, I understand. I trust you and I know you need it. She will be fine."
It was nice to hear Prem say those words. Ten was extremely grateful for the food. When his body gradually returned to normal, it was also associated with a feeling of coldness. A panic attack, traumatic memories, and physical stress took their toll on him. Prem's soup was healing him. He felt better and stronger with each bite.
Except for this little talk, they hadn't spoken much since they left the hospital. They understood each other even without words. Ten did not want Prem to leave and Prem was in no hurry. After such a day, one would expect that Ten would want to go to sleep right away. Although he was tired, it was not enough for him to be sleepy. Surprisingly, he found out that it was not as late as it seemed, only close to eleven in the evening.
He first suggested that they could look at the stars. The garden was beautiful with an even better view of the night sky. Prem refused, saying they should save it for another time. Ten saw concern in him. His Cook certainly didn't want them to have to move anything and prepare some picnic outside. Instead of a moment outside under the starry sky, they found themselves on the couch. First, they went through the options of which movie they could watch.
No movie night took place because soon they were in each other's arms and only had eyes and hands for each other. He didn't know if he started it or Prem. Ten needed touch, and contact with the person he loved. Prem didn't fight back. He returned the kisses just as eagerly. Ten quickly stripped Prem of his shirt. They separated for a moment, panting heavily. Prem sat in Ten's lap for more comfort. They could both feel their hard arousal between them now that they were so close.
They stared at each other longingly, just a few inches apart. Prem was playing with Ten’s hair and Ten was caressing his favorite Prem’s back. His Cook wanted to kiss him again. Complicated thoughts raced through Ten's head and forced him to back a bit.
"We shouldn't do this. I don't want it like this. I don't want our first time to be like this and for other reasons than our love... But I think I need this. I am sorry I know it's wrong. We shouldn't be doing that so soon and after tonight's events. I don't want to use you.”
Ten looked away. Prem's hand stopped him from moving. With a serious look, he cupped Ten's face.
"Who says it's not out of love? What is right and wrong in our relationship and what pace we choose depends solely on us, on what we decide. You need me and I can't leave you. It's impossible. When I returned to Unky’s home, I was nervous all the time. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was insecure and stressed. I need it too. I need to be with you. I need you too. I need to feel you. I need us."
Ten felt stupid. Why was he thinking so much? He kissed Prem much more eagerly and hungrily. Their tongues were deep. He didn't even know it was possible. He wanted to know everything, how each part of Prem tasted. He never tasted anything better than his Cook. Their movements and friction quickened. He decided to move. Even if their first time wasn't going to be exactly what he wanted, he at least wanted it to be in bed and not on the couch. Usually, Ten would have taken Prem into his arms. Now he was afraid that his body was too tired, he didn't want to drop him. He was in a strange state - exhausted yet full of power to eat Prem.
They slowly got rid of the remaining clothes. Far too slowly for Ten even though he was enjoying every moment and the newly exposed soft glowing skin. They laid down on the bed without breaking their kisses. Their hands kept moving all over their bodies. Their lips were already swollen and a little sore from the passionate kissing. They couldn't stop, they wanted their lips to be still attached, whether it was lips on lips or lips and any part of the other one's body.
They laid in their arms on their sides. Cook pulled Ten closer, so close that their dicks briefly touched. It scared them a little. They looked down. They didn't drag the peek and quickly returned their eyes up, now with shyness.
"Do you know what to do? Did you ever?" Prem asked timidly.
"No, I only know the theory. You?"
"Same..."
"Have you ever thought about... what you want to be or try?" Ten asked. He sensed Prem's nervousness, he wanted to reassure him a little. He was stroking his cheek with little pecks.
"Yes, but I don't know what I want. I don’t know which way is best or better for us. What about you?”
"I don't know either, maybe I don't care. I just want us to feel good. What do you want to do?"
Prem snuggled up to him and buried his head in his chest. His Cook was precious.
"For our first time I would like you to take a lead and next time... we can figure out more, explore together."
"Okay, promise me that if you don't like something or if it hurts, you'll tell me. If something is unpleasant..."
"I promise I will tell you... Promise me the same."
Ten nodded and resumed their kissing. Their touches were bolder. Ten's hand came down and cupped Prem's dick.
“Ouch… not so hard, please.”
“Sorry, Cook.”
Ten adjusted the grip and stroked gently. Prem's hand was roaming in his hair and on his tummy, slowly he was also getting lower and lower. He gently squeezed his cock. Ten saw a small fright in his eyes when he felt the size of Ten's manhood. He soothed him with kisses. Prem was far too gentle with his stroking.
"Cook…hmm. You can…can you… a little harder."
"Can we do it together?" Prem asked.
It was difficult for both of them to speak due to pleasure and panting. Ten moved so that their dicks were now touching and together with Prem's hand, they clasped their swords. It was an amazing feeling, they were losing themselves in satisfaction. They couldn't kiss anymore, they just breathed loudly into each other's mouths. Ten couldn't think clearly. It was unbelievable. He won’t last long. Before he could think about it, they both climaxed almost at the same time. They remained motionless for a moment. Ten moved only when Prem wiggled.
Ten inspected the mess. He was surprised that neither of them released much semen. Moreover, their cocks have not softened completely. He had to turn away so Prem wouldn't notice his excited expression which meant they weren't done yet. He found tissues and wiped up the biggest mess. His movements suddenly stopped. This scared Prem.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I just realized... I don't have... you know... things necessary for what we want to do."
Prem buried his head in his pillow and said something quietly.
"I did not understand." Ten knelt on the bed next to Prem and patted his head. Prem slowly uncovered his face, still hugging the pillow.
"I have it, the things we need…"
"Did you anticipate?" Ten couldn't help but smile widely which led to Prem hiding again. How can someone be so cute. Ten gently forced him from his hiding place.
"Not me… Dy did, just to be sure. He brought it with the ingredients I asked for." Prem was almost in tears from the embarrassment. Ten will have to buy their friends some presents. Metha for his messenger service, Fire for wanting to see Dynamite. Dynamite for all the right pushes and Unky that his hometown was where Ten was sent by his father.
Ten was losing his mind. They were making out again in a much bolder position. Prem was lying below him. Ten crept between his legs. He tried not to crush him with his weight, it wasn't easy. Their cocks were once again hard and ready for action. He detached himself from his Cook, who frowned. He didn't like being without kisses and caresses. He pinched his cheeks and opened a bottle of Dynamite’s lube. He poured a great amount and returned to Prem's blissful embrace.
Cautiously and quite uncertainly, he moved his hand towards Prem's ass. Cook spread his legs further to allow him access. It was an incredible sight. Ten was too excited, as soon as he touched Prem's entrance he inserted one finger. Prem hissed and harshly squeezed Ten's shoulder.
"Cold, cold, cold… Not so suddenly and quickly, Doc. Slowly and more softly please."
"Sorry Cook, did I hurt you? Are you in pain?"
"It hurt a little and it's weird. I will be okay… you can… you know…"
Ten soothed Prem with soft kisses. He must not get carried away, he had to stay sane so he wouldn’t hurt Prem. It took some time and many clumsy attempts before Ten was able to finger Prem's hole in a way that was comfortable for his Cook. He gradually got into the rhythm and was able to insert the third finger already without difficulty. He even dared to move around and scissored Prem. He was rewarded with Prem’s sweet sounds. Soon his Cook was moving towards him, bumping into his hand buried in his entrance. Prem looked delicious and gorgeous moving like that. Ten wouldn't mind just watching him and bringing him to another climax like this. He mentally noted that he would like to try it in the future.
"Doc... I think I am ready... You can try to... you know..." Prem was out of breath and still a little embarrassed to say some things out loud. Ten nodded and left the warm cave, which would soon embrace him and show him its secrets. As he removed his hand Prem groaned and looked scared.
"What's wrong? Did I do something bad again?"
"No, not at all... I just feel empty... It's strange..." They chuckled, now they finally passed the stage of shyness and embarrassment. Ten tore open the condom wrapper and put it on. Prem looked at him lovingly. He didn't want to let it show. However, Ten recognized the uncertainty in his eyes over Ten's size. He smeared even more lube on his dick. Before resuming his position, he supported Prem's lower back with two pillows to raise him and make them both more comfortable.
Ten returned his mouth to what he liked the most - Prem's lips. Learned from his clumsy fingering he penetrated Prem very slowly and carefully.
"Baby, you are doing so great. You are taking me in so well. I will move slowly, don't worry. I won't hurt you."
Ten could see how uncomfortable it was for Prem and it probably hurt a lot. Even though he prepared and stretched him quite well, fingers and a big cock were two different things. He tried to distract him with kisses and compliments. Prem's tears welled up as Ten sank into him completely. All that could be heard was the loud wet slap of naked bodies. There was silence. Prem's eyes widened and Ten was afraid he had overwhelmed his Cook. He was terrified to move. He waited for Prem to recover. It was endless.
"Cook? Baby? Cook, Cook? Prem?" His hands were shaking a little, he wouldn't be able to hold the position for long. He had to help Prem return to the living. His Cook only responded to his name.
"Sorry, it's... a lot...like a lot. I feel so stuffed yet good. The pain is pulsing but fading away.” Prem wiggled a bit. Ten had to quickly repeat in his head a complex description of the disease that he had read in a book in the morning. He had to distract himself from fucking him hard. He had a serious urge to tear Prem apart, to mess him up, make him scream his name, and beg for mercy.
"I think you can start moving now...slowly..."
He did just as Prem told him. First just a few centimeters in and out. After another endless moment, Ten was able to slide his whole cock out of Prem and smoothly slam in. He no longer saw any sign of discomfort or pain in his lover. He was extremely grateful for that. He was losing his sanity. Prem urged him to a faster pace with his movements. He didn't have to insist too much. Ten was happy to oblige.
Their inexperience showed again when they couldn't find the right tempo and synchronize their movements. It didn't matter if it took time they found what they needed. Ten even found Prem's prostate. It gave him all the courage to uncompromisingly abuse that sweet spot which made Prem let out magical moans.
Ten's room was now filled with their duet of pleasurable sounds, panting and moaning. They were both oversensitive because some things took a while for them to figure out how to do right. It wasn't long before they both climaxed again. This time he was surprised at the amount of cum they both produced. Was it even healthy? He might have to look this up. It was strangely interesting from a medical point of view.
Ten felt ecstatic. He was incredibly content and calm with sleeping Prem in his arms. The sex was a little clumsy but it was an amazing experience. They send each other to paradise. He was exhausted, so much happened today. The day started with a feeling of loneliness. He was missing Prem terribly. It was followed by a wild meeting with his friends, completed with the near loss of Prem thanks to their stubbornness and rashness.
Thankfully their moments together made up for it. He was slowly getting used to all the interruptions. It was irritating at first, but now he just laughed at these obstacles of ordinary life. After this up came another down. He was forced to face his trauma, pain, and fear. Thank God Earn was fine. He saw hope that he would get over his trauma. Earn was not his mother. She will recover. He felt a change in himself even though he wasn't healed yet. All the ups and downs were topped off with an amazing unforgettable night with Prem. He loved him so much. Finally, no one interrupted them.
He remembered something and looked around the room carefully. He did not want to wake up Prem.
"What are you looking for?"
"You are not sleeping?"
"No, I'm exhausted and sore. I have trouble keeping my eyes open but I don't want to sleep."
"Same with me. Many thoughts are running through my head. I was looking for a certain piece of clothing… I guess you didn’t need that jacket to get laid.” Ten laughed.
Prem didn't open his eyes, only moved his hand to smack him lightly on the arm.
"At that time I had it borrowed. Now it's up to Fire and Dynamite to verify the functionality. It wouldn't work for us anyway. We were NOT on a date.”
“Right, I should take you on a proper date.”
"Yes, you should definitely do that, later. You need to study hard first and I need to win that competition. Even if we shouldn't have to prove anything to anyone. We need to face your father. Make him regret he belittled our relationship. Only this time, no time apart. We will do it together.”
“I couldn’t say it any better.”
Prem opened his eyes with difficulty. After a moment of dreamy loving gazing into each other's eyes, they kissed and fell asleep.