Chada
TN: Teerak = Darling/Babe, usually used by lovers.
"The more they spoil me, the harder you can go."
His words reverberated in my head like a dangerous secret gospel just for the two of us.
"Are you sure? They're going to spoil you a lot. Can you handle it? You are practically asking me to lose my control," I whispered in his ear with my gravelly voice.
I watched his reactions as he shifted in my lap and I glanced at my family, ensuring they were too immersed in the steamed dumplings they were wolfing down to focus on what we were doing.
"Fine then, don't. Just miss out on your chance," he said, huffing and turning away from me, feeling I hadn't taken his hint.
I let out a small laugh, finding his behavior more cute than menacing. "Ah ah, not happening. I am not going to let you back away from your words this easily, you're already mine, Sarit."
At the mention of me boldly claiming him, he blushed but said nothing. His silence was enough of an answer to tell me what he was thinking.
I really loved that particular feeling.
We continued to eat. Mostly it was me feeding him like he was my emperor. It wasn't too far off from what he was to me. He didn't have to coordinate and just let me pop everything in his mouth.
I finally picked up the black Chinese style chopsticks, courtesy of the red and golden ornate Chinese restaurant we were in. Gorgeous red flowing curtains swayed in the breeze as the night air hit our faces.
I took my first bite. Much to my surprise, Sarit had other plans in mind and leaned forward and bit the rest directly from my mouth without reservations. Even in public, he didn't hide the fact his lips brushed against mine. I looked at him slightly agape before I communicated with my eyes. He was going to see what happens when you leave a man hungry.
In response to my stare, he just giggled, challenging me even more.
My family did, in fact, spoil him a lot. I enjoyed watching him slowly become a little less alert around them. I decided I needed to secure his place as their future son-in-law soon. I would only think about how to get him to admit he cares and accept my future proposition.
I found so much joy smiling with them as Sarit swung his legs back and forth in hidden excitement. He kept hitting my legs with them but I just leaned my chin on his shoulder while he continued to sit on me. As long as he never loses this smile, I am happy.
My family anticipated we wished to be on our own once more, so they waved us off. My father gave me a bit of a smirk while my mother dragged him away. Dite just said, "See you tomorrow, or in like a week again if this is like last time."
I responded quickly, "Oh it won't be like last time." My words were fast enough to make Sarit scowl. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hugging him close while still facing my sister. "What I mean is, it's going to be even more special."
Dite rolled her eyes. "You two... too many details." She waved at us in an exasperated sigh and walked off.
I looked down at my feisty baby and gauged his reaction, smiling when I realized he had eased himself into my embrace, seemingly no longer irritated.
"You ready, Teerak?" I casually asked him.
He nodded at me, accepting both my new term of endearment I tested out to see his reaction as well as reaffirming that he was still consenting to this, that he was still wanting this. My smile widened as I pulled him off toward the beach.
The tide was lapping at the shore in small waves, shining in the dim lights from the buildings some distance away.
No one would be coming to this spot right now. Everyone was too busy having water fights at a big concert or spending time with their families, it was the perfect spot to do something naughty.
I looked up and down Sarit's body, anticipating a different sort of feast. He didn't shy away from my stare but met it with a look of wanting.
"Clothes, take them off," I said somewhat authoritatively but not demanding. Ultimately it was his choice, I just knew he liked the tone.
Immediately he complied with a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he let the clothes slowly drop from his body to the ground, not stopping until he had removed everything except for the Celtic knot I had woven for him, which he now wore wrapped around a small braid in his hair.
He was letting only the remnants of me stay on his body, letting me bask in that feeling. He quietly backed up, letting me devour him with my eyes and then sat like a model on top of a larger, smooth rock and watched me.
I let out a small click with my tongue, admiring his beauty and pose before me, feeling like the luckiest man alive that I had gotten to be the only one tasting it.
"Stay there and wait like a good boy while I set up," I said, raising my brows at him and watching to see if he would listen.
"Yes, Khun," he said in a coy voice.
I almost lost my bearings when he called me by an honorific that I hadn't heard him use with me before.
"Mmm, and let me revel in your appearance," I added.
He gave a sultry nod, pretending he was innocent yet he shifted himself to expose himself further.
I kept turning back to observe him, imagining painting him. I walked over and took a bit of ink and let my fingers trail along his skin.
I watched his breath grow ragged as he leaned under my fingerprints, his slender neck enchanting me as he looked at me through slitted eyes.
With that, the sparks fired and I knew tonight was going to be different from all the others.