Love in the Air, "Footnotes, ch 8 - Watching You" rated E

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 Fandom: Love in the Air (Thai BL Series)
Title: Footnotes
Chapter Title: Watching You
Word Count: 1,568
Characters/Pairings: Phayu, Rain, Sky, Prapai, Phayu/Rain, Prapai/Sky, background characters
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Past abuse, sexual content
Spoilers: Up to episode 8.
Notes: Written for the prompt "watching you" for the Fall Festival event on allbingo. These are non-sequential missing scenes from the show. All small stories are collected here in Footnotes on AO3.

Summary: Prapai has some observations and thoughts about the stranger he rescued from the racetrack.

The moment Prapai saw him he was intrigued. He was the boy that shouldn’t be there, a reckless outsider that dared impede on this secret race. He looked scared, but something was different about him that caught Prapai’s interest.

Security followed him deftly through the crowd, and it was only a matter of time before they caught him, and when they did, the boy didn’t stand a chance - he’d be punished severely. In the past, Prapai had seen the results of when uninvited people snuck into the race track and dared to break the rules. 

Something stirred within him that he had to rescue this lost boy and save him from whatever fate P’Chai’s underlings would dole out to him when caught. 

The boy stopped, and for that moment, they locked eyes, and Prapai felt the breath almost knocked out of him when he looked at his face. He’d never seen such sadness in a person. He was frightened, sure, but the boy was harboring something much more melancholy inside him. Prapai was consumed with curiosity, wanting to unlock the layers of this boy with dark eyes drowned in sadness. 

He seemed equally mesmerized with Prapai for the moment, and though naturally, Prapai smiled seductively at him, the boy continued to frown, his pink lips parting in wonder as Prapai stared at him.

When the security guards came upon him, Prapai made his way through the crowd. They caught him, but Prapai pulled him back, affectionately wrapping his arm around the startled boy to claim his ownership.

“He’s my boy,” Prapai said, and given his clout, the security guards dispersed. He’d probably have to explain himself to P’Chai later, but he wasn’t worried. Prapai would deal with that at another time.

Out of danger, Prapai pulled the boy aside to talk to him. He swept his gaze over the boy, and he realized that he was quite ordinary, yet he still found him cute. However, Prapai was enamored with the sadness in the boy’s eyes and the somber expression that he emanated more than anything. What was so special about him? What horrors had this boy seen that he wore such a guarded expression on his face?

Prapai had to know. 

He had only intended to tease him, maybe cajole him into a few dates or a kiss. He couldn’t resist and stop himself when the young man glared up at him and submitted to Prapai when he implied what he wanted from him.

Of course, he wanted that from the boy. The moment he laid eyes on him he had this desire to hold him in his arms and cover him with his warmth, to soothe his fears, and solve the mystery of the boy’s sadness.

His dark eyes captivated him, like a doe to a hunter in the woods. More than anything, Prapai wanted to know him, but he was sure that getting this boy to let him in would be more than a challenge.

Prapai loved challenges, and he was sure to stay in the long run by getting to know this mysterious boy and making him his.

He just wasn’t expecting such compliance and eagerness from this stranger. He thought at least there would be resistance and fear, and of course, if that was the case, Prapai wouldn’t force him. However, the boy slid into his role, as if experienced with this sort of thing, and the idea of it and his behavior continued to surprise Prapai. 

The moment Prapai reached out his hand to touch his face, the stranger sighed in exasperation, knowing exactly what he had to do. Prapai didn’t correct him otherwise; he admitted to being a beast who got what he wanted. It didn’t matter how long it took him, though Prapai preferred swift action rather than quiet patience. 

He was almost knocked off his feet when the younger man reached out and grabbed Prapai’s face roughly, pulling him down to seal his lips over his. The feeling of the other man’s mouth on his, his tongue demanding access, was all too electrifying, and Prapai was instantly hooked. 

He matched the rhythm of the kiss, taking the full force of what this boy was willing to give. Prapai began to drown in his taste, his head feeling muzzy from the intensity of it. This boy tasted fantastic, delicious, and hot, and Prapai only craved him more and more. 

The boy moaned in his mouth, moving with him as Prapai led him into the bedroom. When his hands felt the boy’s smooth, warm skin, Prapai threw off his own clothes, craving skin on skin. 

When the stranger dropped to his knees, Prapai felt the wind punch out of his lungs again. The boy constantly surprised him - wrapping his wet pink lips around his thick cock, sucking him up like a starved man finally getting a good meal. He almost came then, and even if he did, he wouldn’t let this guy go. He was far too into this now, and Prapai wanted all of him - and Prapai would have him all night long and more if he could.

He was becoming greedy, and the stranger followed his lead. He seemed to know what he was thinking, what Prapai desired, and he drew him into another soul-searing kiss as Prapai pushed him onto the bed. Discarding all of their clothes, the boy insisted on a condom.

And before Prapai could draw him into another hot, frenetic kiss, he saw the boy open his legs and draw his fingers into himself, thrusting in and out, moaning loudly from his own touch. 

“Damn,” Prapai said in heavy pants, and he found a moment to help - throwing a bottle of lube at him to speed up the process. The boy’s dark eyes met his, still cold and bottomless like the vastness of space, and he wouldn’t look away as he lubed himself up and stretched his hole in front of Prapai. 

Prapai more than enjoyed the view, watching with wonder and lust as the boy got off in front of him, and soon he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pounced on him and kissed him again, pulling the boy’s hand from his hole and replacing it with his own fingers. 

The boy whined, arching into Prapai’s touch as he thrust three of his fingers into his well-stretched hole.

“Are you going to take what you want, or not?” the boy said to him in a low, challenging voice. Prapai looked into his eyes again, and the boy appeared impatient, almost indignant to Prapai’s pace.

Prapai grinned at him. “So eager for me, are we?” The boy only rolled his eyes, looking down at the condom by Prapai’s pillow and at his hard cock, pointing upward with readiness.

The boy grabbed his chin, and just when Prapai thought he was getting another kiss, he felt the boy’s hot breath over his face. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Shit…” Prapai said, unable to resist the excitement of being goaded like that. 

He slipped the condom on quickly, and the instant he was ready, the stranger pulled him down onto his back and took his own initiative, grabbing Prapai’s erection and sitting himself down, sucking it inside his body.

Prapai watched the boy’s face in awe as his facial expressions changed from pain to pleasure, and then to satiation. He wasn’t sure if the boy liked it - he still knew the boy didn’t want to be here, but he wasn’t that wholly against what they were doing together. 

It was pure sex, a means to release pent-up feelings and desires, and Prapai admitted that this boy was super sexy, way more than he’d felt when he first laid eyes on him.

The boy began to fuck down on him, and Prapai kept the pace with him, pushing up and meeting him to the hilt. And damn, did this boy feel hot around him, and Prapai never felt a more perfect fit around his cock.

There was no way he was only taking this boy once. If he could, Prapai would take him again and again until he was dead.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Prapai moaned out, and he watched as his partner let out a loud groan and came all over his chest. Prapai felt close too, and even though the boy had already come, he kept riding him, pushing through the exhaustion to bring Prapai to completion.

After a loud cry from his partner, Prapai filled the condom, releasing a hard sigh before trailing kisses on the boy’s shoulder as he collapsed over him. Slowly, the boy sat backward, avoiding eye contact with Prapai as he shifted beside him on the bed. Prapai rolled on his side, caressing the stranger’s beautiful, pale skin glowing with sweat. He leaned over and kissed his shoulder and up to his neck, licking a stripe of sweat to the hardness of his jaw.

The boy turned to face the other side of the wall, and Prapai wrapped his arms around him, drawing him into a tender embrace.

“The night is just beginning,” Prapai said. 

The boy shuddered in his arms before turning back to him and submitting to Prapai again. He was drawn into another rough, frenzied kiss, and with a haunting glare, the boy bit his bottom lip before climbing on top of him.

“Bring it on.”

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