#mongkol

“What?”

“I don’t want to say it.”

Ming thought about it for a moment, then his eyes lit up with realization. He leaned forward and brought his lips to Kit’s ear. “Do I find you ... hot?” 

Kit swallowed and glanced at Ming, but didn’t move. 

“Sexy?” Ming ran his hands along Kit’s sides, pulled him in closer. Pressed a kiss to the place just beneath Kit’s ear. It sent a shiver down his spine. 

Kit turned then, his lips parted, their faces close. “Yes... Do you?” 

Their eyes met and Ming held Kit’s gaze for a moment, then caught his lips in a kiss. It was different from their previous kisses that night, hotter. He captured Kit, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller man’s waist and pulling him in closer, tighter. Their mouths were open in the kiss, tongues twisting together, soft hums of pleasure emitting from their throats. Kit wrapped his arms around Ming’s shoulders, one hand found the back of his head, fingers sliding into Ming’s hair.

The kiss was hotter than any other they had shared and it made Kit’s gut feel tight. The fingers of one hand tightened on the fabric of Ming’s shirt. Ming was bigger, stronger, and his muscular arms wrapped around Kit’s middle in a tight embrace. It was unlike anything Kit had felt before, being in a bigger man’s hold like this, kissing him, feeling small, but good - so good. Kit gasped as he broke the kiss, feeling short of breath. He tilted his head back, trying to get some air, though he didn’t want to stop. 

Ming seized the moment, he started kissing at Kit’s neck, which drew a lovely sound from his elder. Something between a moan and a whimper, a sound of wanting. Ming loved that sound and wanted more. He kissed, sucked gently, grazed his teeth. More moans fell from Kit’s lips, peppered with little gasps in between. The hand in Ming’s hair tightened first, then slid down to the back of Ming’s neck. He held him there, keeping Ming where he was, his mouth doing what it was doing.

“Ming...” Kit’s voice was rough, husky. It set something in Ming on fire. 

He squeezed his arms around Kit’s waist once more, then basically threw Kit onto the bed, swapping their positions. He held himself above the smaller man, looking down at Kit’s face. He was flushed, disheveled, breathless. Eyelids were half closed as he looked up at Ming, lips parted.

“You’re so hot...” Ming said, eyes filled with hunger, desire. 

Kit swallowed hard, “Kiss me?” 

Ming wasted no time, laying down on Kit and giving the man what he wanted. He kissed him, hard and deep and full of all the want and need he had, showing him everything. If Kit hadn’t been laying on his back, he would have swooned into the kiss. Instead he let out a small moan and gave himself up to Ming. He held onto Ming any way he could. Grabbing his shirt, his hair, the back of his neck. Kit’s hands were everywhere on Ming’s body. 

As the kiss continued, Kit arched his back, pressing himself up into Ming. Their hips met and Ming groaned. He pressed his hips back down, pinning Kit to the bed. The kiss turned hotter, sloppier, Ming’s mouth trailed away from Kit’s and moved to his cheek, his neck, down to his collar. He tugged open Kit’s pajama shirt to get more access to skin. All Kit could do was press his head back into the pillow and gasp. 

Soon, their hips were rocking against each other, and Ming’s kisses stopped, only to be replaced by gasps of his own.

“Shit...” Ming said, stilling himself and trying to catch his breath.

Kit grunted softly, then worked to catch his own breath. 

“Hope this answers your question... Kitkat...” 

Kit laughed softly. His heart was beating so fast and he could feel Ming’s heart thumping, where their chests were pressed together. The badum-badum was a beat off from his own.

“It... It does...” Kit confessed, feeling his skin heat up. He was already so flushed from the kissing, though, he doubted his blush could be seen. Even Ming’s skin was a soft pink now.

Ming smiled down at Kit, then kissed his forehead. 

“You, uh...” Kit swallowed and glanced away. “You’re very hot, Ming.” 

“Am I, P’Kit?” Ming teased, grinning at Kit. 

Kit rolled his eyes but smiled all the same. He thrust his hips up a little and Ming could feel the effect he had on Kit’s body. “What do you think?”

Ming chuckled and pressed a kiss to Kit’s lips, but not a deep one. This had been the farthest they had gone together and neither of them had been with another man before. 

“So...” Ming shrugged lightly as he pulled back. “How do we deal with this now?” 

Kit looked away, unsure of the answer. “Are you ready for that...?” 

Ming shrugged again, unsure himself. Kit looked back at him when the younger man didn’t answer.

“Nong Ming... If you don’t know, the answer is no.” Kit met Ming’s eyes with an earnestness. While Ming was the one who usually instigated everything, Kit was the older one. It was his job to be responsible. To take care of Ming, too.

“I want to, P’Kit.” Ming said, looking down at his boyfriend. “I...”

“I don’t think I’m ready, either, Ming.” He shook his head. “Though I want to, as well.” 

Ming rolled over onto his side, taking his weight off Kit. The elder man turned onto his side to face Ming. He shifted in, tucking him in against Ming’s chest, nuzzling him there. Ming draped an arm around Kit’s shoulders, hugging him loosely. 

They settled there in comfortable silence for a long moment, allowing their bodies to calm down after what they just did. Though it would have been easy to feel awkward in this moment, neither of them did. Kit hadn’t spent a lot of time analyzing his feelings for Ming since they got together. He knew he liked the other man, otherwise he wouldn’t agree to date him. Ming liked him, liked him despite all his faults. Maybe Ming didn’t even see some of those traits as faults at all. That made Kit’s chest feel warm. 

A lot of things Ming said and did made Kit feel warm. It was why he agreed to date him. Those things didn’t ever change. In fact, since they got together, Kit noticed more and more often that the things Ming said and did gave him butterflies in his stomach, made his chest feel tight, made him feel warmed through. He nuzzled into Ming’s neck and Ming tightened his hold in return. 

“Ming...” 

“Hmm?” 

Kit didn’t say anything right away. Ming pulled away just enough to look down at his senior. “Kit?” 

“I love you,” His voice was just above a whisper, but loud enough for Ming to hear clearly. He glanced up at Ming, looking for his reaction. 

He smiled. Ming smiled big and bright and lovely. He put a hand to Kit’s cheek and tilted his head upward. Ming kissed Kit’s forehead, his nose, his cheek, his chin, then his lips, soft and sweet. Like a peck, but lingering. As he pulled back, he smiled again. 

“I love P’Kit.”