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Peach flopped onto his mattress. His most recent project had just wrapped up. It had been a long day of shooting out in the jungle. The director had been more demanding than most, but he’d had a solid creative vision, and the photos they’d ended up with had reflected that. Peach was proud of the work they had done. That didn’t mean he was thrilled with having crouched in the mud all day while a waterfall pelted him. He’d taken a long, hot shower when he got home. His body ached and his clothes would probably never be completely mud-free again, but that was the life. It was why he loved freelancing so much; he loved a challenge, loved getting to do something new with each new campaign to push his creative limits.

The cell service had been spotty while they were out on location, so he hadn't bothered to check his phone for the last few hours. He fished it out of his bag and plugged it in. Immediately, notifications started pouring in. 35 unread messages.

One was from Plub, asking how the shoot was going. He shot off a quick reply, letting her know he was tired, but it had gone well. The other 33? From The One and Only Theerakit Kian Lee. Oh, and one from Mok, asking if he could please respond to his boss’s texts. Peach sighed but smiled to himself. 

The messages started off normal, at least for Thee.

The One and Only Theerakit K. Lee:

Dear Peach,

How is your photoshoot going? This director seems a little suspicious, if you ask me. I do not understand why he would need to have you go all the way out in the jungle. There is no need for this nonsense when you could just work for Arseni. They are likely not even paying you half of what you are worth.

Yours truly,

Theerakit K. Lee

The One and Only Theerakit K. Lee:

Dear Peach,

Are you miserable out there all alone yet? Tragically, I am unable to see you tonight as planned. A family matter has come up. Perhaps we can reconvene for dinner tomorrow night? I will be keeping you in my thoughts, as always.

Sincerely,

Theerakit K. Lee 

As the day went by without his reply, the messages grew increasingly concerned.

The One and Only Theerakit K. Lee:

Dear Peachayarat,

My heart beats fainter with each hour that you are parted from my side. What is the point of instant messaging if it takes longer for you to respond than if I rode out there on horseback to see you myself? Please respond at your earliest convenience or else I will be left to assume you have been kidnapped by vagabonds and will contact the local authorities.

Distressedly,

Theerakit K. Lee

Dramatic much? One would have thought he'd not responded for weeks, not hours. Peach caught himself smiling anyways. He sent a brief reply to let Thee know he was fine so he didn't call the police. Then he tossed his phone aside and flopped back down, ready for some much-deserved sleep.

📷📷📷

Thee sat in his father’s office, desperately wishing that he was anywhere else. The dark mahogany furniture and thick curtains of the room were designed to oppress and intimidate. He felt like he could hardly breathe.

Thee’s parents had come to visit unexpectedly once again. He’d hardly seen his parents in the last few years, and now they had suddenly visited multiple times in the past month. He wondered if they could tell there was something different about him. His mother certainly seemed to suspect there was someone he was interested in, and he wouldn’t be at all surprised to learn that his father had spies among his staff who reportedly directly back to him.

He wasn’t ashamed of his feelings, but he knew his father wouldn't understand. When he had caught him sneaking a boy out of his room back when they’d still lived in the same house, he’d made it clear that day that love wasn't something his sons could indulge in, not with the life they led. Hence, why Peach had become he and Mok's new secret deal.

He’d wanted to tag along to Peach’s shooting location, but his work and then his father’s visit had interrupted his plans. Peach had seemed unbothered, laughing, when he’d told him he wouldn’t be able to go, gently reassuring him he’d be fine on his own and telling Thee to “do his own thing”, whatever that was supposed to mean. He pouted. It had been ages since he’d last gotten to see him. He’d been off in the uncharted wilderness on this latest shoot for three whole days.

His father was still espousing something about the family legacy. He nodded along in what he hoped were all the right places, praying his face didn't betray the fact that his mind was with a certain lanky photographer in a dangerous jungle far, far away. Finally, his father dismissed him. He exhaled in relief.

He pulled out his phone and saw Peach had finally replied to his messages.

Peach: shoot was good, thanks, just a little muddy :) 

Peach: no need to be so long-winded and formal old man, lol. tmrw works for dinner. hope your family stuff went well.

Thee was glad to hear from Peach but a little offended. He’d poured out his heart via the instant messaging service, only to be dismissed with two short messages and told he sounded old and formal.

Ha! He too could sent brief and witty messages! Just watch.

In a fit of inspiration he decided to peruse an area of his keyboard he rarely frequented: the smiley face in the corner. He scrolled idly, not really seeing the appeal. The facial expressions he understood, somewhat, but who was using the emojis for all of these random objects?

He paused. In the food section, there it was. The fruit that reminded him so much of the object of all his heart’s desires. A peach. 🍑

It was obviously meant to be. He could show Peach that he was able to adapt, that he wasn’t as stuffy as Peach made him out to be. Plus, (and here was where his genius really struck) he could have a way to message Mok in code. His father, who was even less technologically inclined than he, would never be able to figure it out. Perfect.

He opened a new message to Mok, ready to give it a whirl. He wanted to schedule a dinner with Peach when they were both free again. They had been originally supposed to meet for dinner tonight, once Peach wrapped his shoot, but they'd had to postpone it to tomorrow night with Thee's father's visit.

He selected his emojis with care. There. He was confident Mok would be able to figure it out.

Khun Thee: 🍑❤️👅❓

Mok checked his phone and spit out his coffee. Had Khun Thee been hacked? No, that seemed unlikely. He quickly tried to make sense of the message. After a minute, he thought he’d figured it out.

Good for Thee. It seemed like his boss had finally decided to take the next step in his relationship with Peach. Those two had been dancing around the sexual tension between them for far too long, in his opinion. He wasn't quite sure what he had to do with this information though. Was Thee asking him for advice?

Thee sent another message. He wanted to pull out all the stops for this dinner to make it up to Peach. He was thinking another large bouquet, some drinks to celebrate, and maybe even some dancing before they returned to their respective homes to settle in for the night.

Khun Thee: 🍑🌹🍾💃🛏️

Mok’s phone buzzed again. Oh, of course. He needed Mok to be his right-hand man/wingman in this situation to help set the mood for the main event. The horizontal tango, so to speak. He had a few ideas already. He sent back a quick reply.

Mok: 👍

Good. Thee knew he could trust Mok to take care of things.

He shot off a message to Peach as well, to show off his new prowess over emojis and let him know he was thinking about him. He knew Peach had enjoyed the Eggplant Parmesan at the Italian restaurant they ate at before. He wondered if he would enjoy having the same dish for dinner tomorrow night.

Thee: 🍑🍆👅

Peach checked his phone. Then did a double take. Surely he was seeing things...

Thee saw bubbles pop up on the screen, then disappear. Mok had taught him that meant the other person was typing. When Peach still didn’t send a reply, Thee frowned. Finally, a message popped up.

Peach: ???

Peach must be surprised by his new use of emojis. Thee sent him another message to let him know he was feeling a little smug over having gotten so good at it already.

Thee: 😏😏😏

Peach was taking forever to respond. He wanted to make sure Peach understood what he was trying to say, so he sent the emoji for pointing to gesture that he was asking Peach about himself, and the gesture for OK. Man, these emoji things were pretty neat.

Thee: 👉👌

Oh! One more thing. He should remind him about the weather. It was supposed to rain tomorrow, and as fun as it had been to dance in the rain with Peach the other day, he stood by his fear of rainwater germs. It was supposed to be pretty hot tomorrow too.

Thee: 💦💦💦 🥵🥵🥵

Only after he sent the message did he realize there was an emoji with a raincloud. Oh well. It was good enough.

The bubbles popped up and disappeared again. Thee must have stunned him into silence. Satisfied with the knowledge that he had seen the messages and was duly impressed, Thee returned to his work. Best not to let his father find any more reasons to nag him about his responsibilities.

🍑🍑🍑

Peach messaged Aran. If anyone knew how to navigate horny gay texts, it was him. He had fielded more than his fair share of questionable DMs as a hot up and coming model. When he sent him a screenshot of the messages with Thee, Aran immediately insisted on coming over.

“Ugh, the nerve of this guy! First he tries to proposition me, then he sends you these lewd messages! I thought he had gotten better, with the gifts and all, but clearly he was expecting something in return. What is his deal?”

“I don't know. He’s not so bad.” Peach tried to defend the man he'd gotten to know over these past few weeks. Sappy? Sure. Entitled? More than a bit. But lewd? It just didn’t seem to fit.

Aran sat him down on the couch. “Listen. He’s into men, you’re a good-looking guy, and you’ve been spending a lot of time together recently. This kind of thing happens all the time. It’s only natural.”

“Is it?” Peach asked, eyebrow raised to the sky. He was a warm-blooded guy, and he’d never felt the urge to sext anybody.

Aran nodded solemnly. Clearly, his friend had never been subjected to the unique experience of using gay hook-up apps. He had seen a lot of unexpected eggplants.

“He’s trying to pressure you," Aran said. "I think it's best to be firm with him. Tell him to take his cum emojis somewhere else."

“It’s not like that, really. There must be some misunderstanding,” Peach insisted.

Aran pointedly looked at the messages again, then back at his oblivious friend.

“We’re supposed to meet for dinner tomorrow night. Do you think I should go?” Peach asked.

Aran's first instinct was to say no, but something about Peach's tone made him pause. “Do you want to go?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe? Is that crazy?”

“Just as long as you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Aran eyed his friend. He had long suspected Peach was not stick straight, but this guy? Really? He had much hotter and more normal friends who would have been thrilled to be set up with the handsome photographer. Well, at the very least, it would be interesting to see how it all unfolded.

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Peach wrestled with himself. On one hand, he didn’t think he was gay. On the other hand, he did miss Thee. Even though it had only been a few days, somehow, over the past few weeks he had gotten used to having the guy around. They had become friends, he'd thought, a strange friendship, but friends nonetheless. He thought about how the texts Thee sent had made him feel. Confused, yes. A little indignant. But also warm. Tingly. Not repulsed, which is how he would have thought he’d feel.

Did that make him gay? He decided he needed to do some further research.

He pulled up his laptop, usually only used for editing photos, and typed in the name of a popular site he’d heard of before. His cursor hovered over the category for gay sex. He hesitated, then clicked it. Immediately, images flooded the screen. Large men, small men, hairy asses, veiny cocks. He scrolled for a few seconds before becoming overwhelmed.

He quickly closed his laptop. Okay, maybe not porn. But then again, he’d never much been into straight porn either. This was not a definitive result.

He tried to clear his mind. Maybe he should just think about men in the abstract and try to jerk off. He unbuckled his belt, and slid his jeans down his hips. He reached into his boxers and palmed his dick. It felt nice, but it was nothing to write home about. His mind began to drift, trying to picture what it would look like, what it would feel like to be with a man. His mental picture was beginning to become clearer. The man wore a suit, maybe with a tie too. He was solidly built, full lips, perfectly styled hair. His cock began to thicken. He sped up the pace, getting into it now.

With a start, he realized he was picturing Thee. He slowed the motion of his hand and tried to clear his thoughts again. This time, when his mental image began to take a familiar form, he didn't stop. This whole thing had started because he was curious about sex with Thee, after all. He tightened his grip, working his thumb over the slit, nearly groaning at how good it felt. He was fully hard now, frustratingly so, but he couldn’t quite get there.

His phone buzzed. Without stopping, he reached over with his other hand to check it.

The One and Only Theerakit K. Lee: 🍑👅🥳☺️

With a cry, Peach came. Hard. His cock spurted all over his stomach, leaving him a sticky, sweaty mess. He laid in bed, trying to catch his breath.

Well, he supposed he had his answer. He still wasn’t sure if he felt gay, but with Thee… he was curious. And maybe a little bit eager for their meeting tonight.

💦💦💦

Peach stood out in front of his house. He straightened his sweater. He had changed outfits three times already today and showered thoroughly. Just in case. He didn’t know why he felt so nervous. It was the same routine as ever, a fleet of cars pulling up to his modest house, Thee buzzing his front gate repeatedly until he answered the door. But things felt different tonight, expectations heavy in the air.

He looked at Thee in a new light. Was it the suit he wore tonight, or had his shoulders always been so broad? He tried to compose himself as he slid in the luxurious leather seats in the back of the car beside the other man. Thee always smelled so nice. Was this the new Arseni line? It smelled fruity. Was that a note of pandan? A hint of bitter chocolate? Whatever it was, it was damn near intoxicating.

The car ride seemed far too short, Peach lost in his own thoughts. Before long, they arrived at their destination.

Mok slipped Thee a key.

“Top floor,” he whispered knowingly. Thee nodded. He was impressed. When Mok had told him the location, he had assumed they would be dining in the restaurant attached to the hotel, but Mok must have booked them a private dinner in the penthouse. Well done.

They rode up the elevator in silence. Peach’s heart was pounding.

“I have a special surprise for you tonight,” Thee said, smirking. Peach was not ready for how delicious this dinner was going to be.

“I bet,” Peach replied wryly. Thee’s "special surprise" was probably that monster he kept in his ironed suit pants.

Thee opened the door to the penthouse.

Inside, a trail of rose petals led down the entryway. Candlelight illuminated the suite with a warm glow. Soft classical music filled the air, the violin playing a weaving, seductive melody. Peach hesitantly stepped inside, following the trail of rose petals to an enormous four-poster bed, shrouded in a gauzy canopy that gave it the impression of floating beneath the clouds.

Thee blinked. This was not the dinner he’d requested. In fact, there didn’t seem to be much food at all, besides a bottle of champagne and some chocolates by the bed.

Peach, face-to-face with such an extravagant display, suddenly felt upset. “Is this all this is to you? Another challenge? I’m not something you can just throw your money at, you know. I'm a person, with feelings.” 

“What?” Thee was often confused by the things Peach said to him, but this time, he genuinely had no idea what the other man was talking about.

Peach gestured at the condoms and lube discreetly packaged on the nightstand, complete with a red bow on top. “Seriously?” he asked.

Thee blushed and tried to quickly shove them in the drawer. Of course, he knocked the box over, spilling dozens of condoms out onto the floor. Thee knelt tried to pick them all up, dropping a few again in his panic. Peach silently picked up the wrappers and handed them to him. Finally, all of the condoms were stowed safely out of sight. 

Thee sat on the ground by the bed, his head in his hands. “Mok must have misunderstood. I didn't mean for him to do all this. I just… wanted to show you that I care.”

Peach’s expression softened. “I know you care, dummy." He moved to sit on the floor next to Thee. "So you weren't trying to get into my pants?" he teased, nudging his shoulder with his own.

"What? No. I mean… I wouldn't presume…" Thee trailed off.

“What about the texts you sent?” Peack asked, brow furrowed.

“What about them?” Thee answered innocently.

“Well… you know. Peach. Eggplant.” Thee looked at him blankly. “The hand gesture?” Peach curled his index finger into a circle and poked his other finger through the hole, raising an eyebrow at Thee.

“Oh. Oh. No, no. Not that.”

“The peach?” Peach asked, feeling something that felt a lot like dread curl in his stomach.

“You, of course,” Thee replied, confused.

“The eggplant?”

“Eggplant parmesan. I was thinking about ordering a side of pasta, maybe Chicken Milanese for myself. I noticed you enjoyed the dish the other day.”

Of course he had.

Thee explained his reasoning behind each emoji, even showing him the messages he sent Mok. Peach explained the colloquial meaning behind them, especially when used in combination with one another, much to Thee’s bafflement.

Peach groaned. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. All this gay crisis over nothing. He tried not to feel disappointed. It was stupid, really. He didn’t know why he had gotten so worked up over it. It wasn’t as though Thee actually wanted him. He had clearly just been reading into things.

“But wait,” he said. “Why would Mok assume from those messages that you wanted something like this for me? It doesn't make any sense. This is all very…” he tossed a rose petal in the air, fishing for the right word. Romantic, Thee thought. “Cheesy,” Peach finished.

Thee blushed.

“What? What is it?” Peach pushed, feeling as though he was onto something.

Thee shuffled his feet. “Well… Mok knows how i feel about you.”

Peach halted. His brow furrowed. “And how's that?” he asked.

Thee blushed deeper, nearing the shade of the tomato emoji. He moved to turn his face away, but Peach grasped his chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

“How's that?” Peach asked again, more softly this time. Thee hesitated. It was now or never, he supposed.

“Like my heart has always belonged to you. Like my body and soul are yours and no one else’s. Like your touch is my deepest desire, like it could tear me apart and put the pieces back together again. Like that."

Peach sat still for a moment, stunned.

“I still think you watch too much daytime television,” he said, but he didn’t run off. Instead, he scooted closer. Thee held his breath.

Peach kissed him. Thee was so startled he stood there like a statue. Peach's lips moved over his own, soft but firm. It was barely a peck, really, but it shifted the world on its axis.

Peach pulled back. Thee tightened his grip on his shirt, not wanting him to leave. He wasn't sure when he'd grabbed it.

“Relax, okay?” Peach said with a small smile. Thee nodded solemnly. Relax. He could do that. If only he could remember how to breathe. Peach leaned back in, slowly, giving Thee plenty of time to pull away, but this time, Thee leaned in too. Their teeth bumped together.

“Ow, shit, sorry,” Peach said.

Peach started to pull away again, but Thee grabbed the back of his neck and hungrily captured his lips. He tilted his head and delved his tongue deeper, unable to get enough. Peach's tongue brushed against his, tentatively at first, but with increasing enthusiasm. Thee threaded his hand into the soft hair at the base of Peach’s neck like he had been longing to do since the night they met.

Peach shoved Thee’s jacket off his shoulders, pulling at the hem of his incredibly high thread-count dress shirt until it came untucked from his pants. He greedily ran his hands under the shirt, over Thee’s chest. Thee hated to stop kissing him even for a moment, but he conceded to the necessary evil to tug Peach’s sweater over his head, baring a lean, smooth chest. He guided Peach's hands to rip his own dress shirt off, uncaring of the buttons that went flying. Peach traced a hand over the wolf tattoo that stretched from his shoulder to the left side of his chest. Thee playfully nipped at Peach's hand when he reached the wolf's mouth, and Peach's eyes darkened.

Thee recaptured Peach’s lips. He brushed a thumb over one tan nipple, noting with satisfaction when Peach shivered. He realized abruptly that they were both still sitting on the ground. That wouldn't do at all. Their first time together should be special. Besides, Mok had put all this work in, it would be a shame for it to go to waste. He wrapped his hands around Peach's waist and stood them both up without breaking the kiss. He groaned at the feeling of Peach’s hardness brushing against his. The kiss grew hungrier, deeper, the heat building between them.

Thee gently laid Peach out on the bed, watching as he sank into it like a cloud, his reddish hair fanning around his head. Peach undid his zipper and kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Thee quickly followed to do the same. Peach eyed Thee’s dick trepidatiously. He wasn’t much longer than himself, but he was thick. Very thick.

As Thee braced himself over Peach’s body, he thought of a question from their earlier conversation that had been bothering him. “I get the allusion to intercourse, but what about the other emojis? Surely the mouth and the tongue along with the food emojis would imply eating dinner?”

Peach blushed a lovely shade of pink. “Well, it does imply eating… of a sort.” He gestured vaguely to the exposed lower half of his body.

It took Thee a second, but he finally understood. “Oh. I see.” He cocked his head to the side and eyed Peach’s body. His dick was long and slender, just like the rest of him, standing proudly at attention, perfectly formed. Thee was a man of his word, after all. Without further ado, he leaned down and wrapped his lips around Peach’s dick.

Peach’s surprised gasp quickly turned into a moan. A blow job always felt good, but there was something about those large hands pressing down on his hips, the steady pressure of his mouth, the sight of those full lips wrapped around his cock. Thee's warm brown eyes looked up at him for approval.

“Good boy,” he murmured. He ran his fingers through Thee’s hair, mussing that perfectly styled front lock and tugging him further onto his dick. Thee hummed contently at the motion and sucked him down deeper.

“Fuck.” He was shockingly close to cumming already. The idea of being with a man, being with Thee, had in no way prepared him for the real thing.

“Stop, stop,” he groaned out. Thee pulled off him immediately.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked. His lips were slightly swollen, a thin trail of spit still connecting his mouth to Peach’s dick. Peach had to cover his eyes with his arm to shield himself from the sight.

“Nothing, just close.”

“Really?” Thee perked up. He looked like an overgrown puppy. “That’s fine, then.” He sucked him back down until Peach could feel his cock hit the back of his throat. Apparently the great Theerakit Kian Lee didn't have a gag reflex.

Peach didn’t bother trying to stop him this time. He felt himself approaching the edge rapidly again. He came with a low groan, and Thee sucked every drop down hungrily. He kept lapping at his cock even after it had grown soft. Peach had to push his head off after a minute, feeling overstimulated. Thee kissed him again, the taste of his own come strangely tangy, but also kind of hot. Thee's hands continued to roam over his body like he couldn't get enough.

"So how do we do this?" Peach asked, between long, breathless kisses.

"It's pretty simple," Thee replied, still feeling smug from having made his love come so quickly. He held his hands up and mimicked Peach's hand gesture from earlier, the one he had unintentionally sent earlier.

"I know that." Peach scowled. Asshole. “It’s just… I’ve only been with women before. You’re the gay one.”

Thee cocked an eyebrow. “So you assumed I’d bottom? How narrow-minded.” He slid his hands down to Peach's thighs.

Thee’s hands on him made it hard to think. What had he been worried about again?

“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Trust me?” Thee asked. Peach nodded.

He gently turned Peach over onto his stomach, trailing kisses over the smooth skin of his back. Peach truly did have a magnificent ass. He got lost in thought, staring at it. It was perfectly rounded, firm but not overly so, nicely toned but still with some give. He grabbed a handful.

Peach yelped. “Hey!”

“Sorry,” Thee murmured, not seeming all that sorry. He smoothed his hand over where he had grabbed, the skin soft and supple. He couldn’t resist giving it another light squeeze before he leaned down to get closer.

It seemed Thee was determined to make good on all the emojis he’d mistakenly sent. He licked a broad stripe over Peach’s hole. Peach startled a little, but settled quickly under the firm weight of Thee’s hands on his ass. He squirmed. It was a weird sensation, someone’s tongue there. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to move away or move closer.

Thee approached the task of eating ass with the same single-minded intensity he did everything else. He circled his tongue around the rim, gently coaxing Peach to relax, before thrusting his tongue inside. He worked his tongue in and out. Peach let out a soft sigh. The verdict was in: he definitely wanted to move closer. He’d never realized he had so many nerve endings down there.

Thee reached over and grabbed the fancy lube on the nightstand. He said a silent prayer of thanks to Mok for his foresight, despite his poor comprehension skills. He warmed the lube between his fingers before returning to brush a finger over Peach’s hole. He nudged against the entrance. It was softened from working his tongue into it, but still tight. He pushed one finger in, slowly but surely, and Peach's ass sucked him in. He pumped his finger lightly back and forth, getting him used to the motion as he worked his way deeper. He curled his finger inwards and deliberately brushed against his prostate.

Peach jumped like he'd been electrocuted. He'd known in theory plenty of men, straight and gay, enjoyed prostate play, but he'd never tried it himself. Clearly, he'd been missing out.

"Sensitive?" Thee teased.

"Shut up," Peach replied, grinding his hips and working Thee's finger deeper inside him.

One finger became two, two became three. Peach groaned at the stretch but still readily accepted him. Finally, Thee felt like Peach was ready. He rolled a condom on. Something about this didn't feel right though. He turned Peach over so he could see his face. His dark eyes were beautiful but impatient as Thee lined himself up.

He started to push in. Peach clenched tighter around him. Thee gritted his teeth, desperately trying not to come before he’d gotten more than just the tip in.

“Relax,” he muttered, his voice strained.

“I don’t think it’ll fit,” Peach grumbled.

“It’ll fit.”

Finally, he worked his way all the way in. It felt like he was home. He wanted to live here now, to crawl inside of Peach's skin and never come out. He waited a minute for Peach to adjust. He trailed kisses over his forehead, his cheekbones, the long curve of his neck. He felt Peach's muscles gradually relax around him. 

He pulled out halfway, then thrust back in firmly, being sure to hit that that spot on his front wall. Peach cried out and dug his fingers into Thee's back, hard enough to leave a mark. He would gladly wear Peach's marks like a badge of honor. He set a steady pace, working in and out, not too fast. Peach's cock, having flagged slightly at first, was now fully hard, red and leaking between them. He thrust harder.

Thee maneuvered Peach's knee up until it was nearly pressed against his chest. Peach was surprisingly flexible, more so than in his wildest fantasies. The position allowed him to get even deeper than before. They both groaned as he sunk back in. He thrust slowly at first, wanting to relish the moment. It was everything he had ever dreamed of. With each thrust against his prostate, Peach clenched around him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. He wrapped a firm hand around Peach's cock, determined to make him find his release first.

It was too much. Peach never knew sex could feel like this, all-consuming. He felt his orgasm building, something bigger and deeper than any of the ones he’d ever had before. The way Thee looked at him, worshipped him, loved him was overwhelming. The look in the other man’s eyes combined with the stimulation inside and outside proved to be the tipping point.

Peach came with a low groan, spurting all over Thee’s abs. Thee followed quickly after. He’d barely held off as long as he did. Peach’s ass milked him as he threw his head back in pleasure and he didn’t stand a chance. He came so hard he thought he blacked out a little. What a way to go.

He filled the condom, wishing there wasn’t even that thin latex barrier between them, wishing he could see his cum leaking out of Peach’s tight ass or all over those smooth, round curves. Another time, he promised himself. They would have all the time in the world.

Reluctantly, Thee pulled out of Peach’s tight warmth. He tossed the condom and got a warm, damp cloth to wipe off his lover. Peach sighed at the sensation, but otherwise remained motionless. He’d never seen Peach like this, all loose long limbs. He’d been well and truly fucked. Thee smiled to himself, feeling smug.

“C’mere,” Peach muttered, tugging him back down on top of him so that his cheek was pressed against Peach’s chest. He could feel Peach's heartbeat pound out a steady rhythm. Right where he wanted to be.

After a little while, they popped the champagne and broke out the dark chocolates. Thee spilled a little champagne "on accident" so he had an excuse to lick it off of Peach's body.

Having been anticipating eating dinner, and having certainly worked up an appetite, Thee ordered room service. Thee covered up Peach's nakedness with a red monogrammed silk robe that matched his own so they could eat. The hotel didn’t have any eggplant parmesan, but they did have a ratatouille with eggplant. Thee alternated feeding bites of it to Peach, and they laughed about the misunderstanding that had led them here. Peach insisted on ordering some spicy Thai-style noodles too. Thee clearly couldn't handle his spice well, coughing and sweating, but he ate every bite that Peach fed him. He declared it to be the best noodle dish he'd ever had, beating out many 3-star Michelin establishments.

Once they’d recouped their strength, they went for a second round. And then a third. By the time they both passed out for the night, it was no longer even technically the same day.

❤️❤️❤️

The next morning, bright sunlight shone in through the canopy as they lay curled up together in bed. Thee tried to convince Peach not to bother going to work, but Peach insisted. Peach gave him one last lingering kiss, which turned into showering together, which turned into round four (or was it five?) that resulted in Peach being very late for his shoot.

Mok arrived to pick Thee up, shaking his head but smiling at the blissed-out state his boss was in. It seemed things had worked out. He snuck a glance at his phone, seeing an unread message from Khun Rome. That would have to wait until later.

Thee sent Peach a message not long after he limped onto set.

Your One and Only Thee: 🥰🥰🥰

Peach: 😘😘😘

Thee grinned to himself, armed with his newfound knowledge from Peach on the true meanings of his favorite emojis.

Your One and Only Thee: 🍑🍆👅💦💦💦🥵🌶️🔥

This time, Peach was pretty sure Thee was fully aware of what he was sending. He couldn't wait to see how he would react when he showed him the wonders of GIFs and stickers.

Peach:🍑❤️😉