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paynesgrey_ficsTitle: Footnotes
Chapter Title: Fated Moment
Word Count: 477
Characters/Pairings: Phayu, Rain, Sky, Prapai, Phayu/Rain, Prapai/Sky, background characters
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Past abuse, sexual content
Spoilers: Up to episode 7.
Notes: Written for the Summer Mini Challenge 2022. This is for the "person" prompt. These are non-sequential missing scenes from the show. All small stories are collected here in Footnotes on AO3.
Summary: Something triggers Sky's memory of that one night.
Prapai was haunted; he couldn’t get that young man with cold eyes out of his head. He knew it was meaningless sex for the other party, a quick fuck to get out of a bad situation.
He wouldn’t forget him, and like an itch on his back that he just couldn’t scratch, he wouldn’t give up trying to find him - to make that cold, guarded boy his own someday. He didn’t even know his name, but his lovely face would permanently entrench him in the memory of that one night. He could still feel the warmth of his skin against his, the tension of his thighs over his lap as he fucked down on him, undulating in dizzy sync with his own hips.
He wished he could record his sighs and moans and save them for his ears only.
Prapai wasn’t known for being patient, not unless he knew it was worth it. He was used to playing many games, most games that he created himself. He knew that pursuing this boy would be worth the wait in the end. Until then, the memory would have to sustain him while he searched for him.
“Can I have your number?” he remembered asking him, and as usual, the young man rebuffed every one of his advances - throwing up steel walls around his heart. Clearly, the boy had a broken heart, or some sort of terrible past to give himself without feeling, so expertly that Prapai couldn’t have just one time with him.
He had to know more about this boy. He had to touch his wet skin again, hear his loud sighs and moans, and give in to his demands when he begged Prapai to fuck him harder as if speed and strength would shield him from the memories that made him this way.
After that fated night, Prapai’s idle moments were never the same, and he began to desire no one else. He had only his hand to help him, replaying the moment over and over again like a well-read book with a tattered binding.
The memory wouldn’t satisfy him much longer. He had to find him, and Prapai knew just the person who could help him succeed. He just had to wait, because a tiger guarded the treasure he needed. He needed the right timing and the best strategy to get what he wanted.
His friend knew him well enough that he was a beast, and when Prapai wanted something - heaven helped those that stood in his way.
His arms would be around that boy soon enough, and once he possessed the phone number of the boy called Sky, the hunt was on.
Soon, the beast would have his prey, but Prapai knew that Sky wouldn’t make it easy for him. He just had that feeling - and it made him desire that cold boy even more.
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