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After their evening at the movies and dinner at Techno's favorite quaint restaurant, Kengkla escorts Techno into his complex as he always does after a date night. When they got back together six months ago, Kengkla enrolled in Techno's old university, and Techno finally moved out of Tharn and Type's apartment into his own, only a few minutes from the campus and his workplace. But despite Kengklas's pleading, Techno refused to let the younger move in with him. As part of Kengkla's journey to gaining Techno's trust back, Kengkla had to learn to accept things in Techno's life that he couldn't control. Plus, Techno thought it would be good for the other to experience living on campus as he did.

It put a comfortable distance between them, but this didn't mean Techno saw any less of Kengkla. During the weekdays, Kengkla came over at least twice and practically lived with Techno on the weekend. At first, Techno was concerned, but Kengkla's studies didn't suffer. He even joined a foreign language club to appease Techno's concern that he wasn't socializing enough with his own peers, especially with Technic still in England. "I don't care about them. I only care about P'No," He had told Techno, but Kengkla eventually did as the other asked, wanting to keep Techno happy.

The club and schoolwork kept Kengkla busy enough, but his constant need to be updated on Techno's life was still as strong as ever. Even after they were apart for a few hours, Kengkla would text him so much that Techno finally snapped and explained to Kengkla that it made him feel as if the other couldn't trust him. "It's not you that I don't trust but strangers who want to eat you as much as I do," Kengkla had said, which made Techno's face burn and heart race. But Techno still managed to talk Kengkla into agreeing to texting and calling less to give him some space.

He gave Techno space in many ways. Kengkla was true to his word and never tried to be intimate with Techno unless the other initiated it first. It made Techno shy and embarrassed to the point where he eventually broke after a few months, telling Kengkla, "You can touch me first, okay? Shit, stop making me do everything. It's embarrassing! Just stop when I ask you." And Kengkla's reply was only a smile and," Okay, P'No," followed by a lengthy make-out session.

Techno wasn't ready to go further - well, he was ready after about four months, sometimes even craving Kengkla's touch when he wasn't around. But he knew it would be better to wait and test the other's patience and trust. In fact, he told the other this one night when Kengkla was taking things too far, pulling at his clothes. Kengkla was clearly unhappy, offering him an icy shoulder when Techno told him to back off, but he asked for Kengkla's patience. When Kengkla demanded a date when they could fo further, Techno knew he should have the other out for being a child, knew he should have called Kengkla out on his old ways. But Techno fell into his old ways too, couldn't help himself and gave Kengkla the date of six months since they got back together.

This seemed to be enough to turn Kengkla's mood around, which pleased Techno, but it also gave Techno a timeline he wasn't sure if he would ever be ready by. But now that tomorrow is six months to the day, Kengkla didn't mention it. Kengkla asked him to have dinner a week ago, but Techno didn't want to bring up the anniversary, didn't want to embarrass himself at looking too eager or accuse Kengkla of being forgetful.

But now his skin is aching, vibrating with heat like it's trying to drag itself bodily closer to Kengkla, smiling from a barely-safe distance away as they walk toward his apartment building, and Techno is now regretting his decision.

When they stop at his door and he fishes his keys out of his pocket, Techno glances over to peer at Kengkla's expression. He doesn't seem any different, standing casually with his hands in his trousers, peering in through the shadowed windows at Techo's empty apartment.

Techno's stomach is starting to hurt, twisting with anxiety. He turns away from Kengkla and just stares at the door handle as it twists open under his fingers. "You don't even remember, do you?" Techno blurts, without looking at Kengkla "It's not fair, you know, you were the one begging me for more. But you don't even remember, Ai' Kla!"

He sounds petulant, but Techno can't stop the words. He doesn't lift his head either, afraid to see the judgment or shock on Kengkla's face. "Why didn't we just make plans for tomorrow?"

There's a laugh, and Techno stiffens. It's not the laugh or the dismissal of his concerns. It's the proximity, the warmth blowing over the back of his neck. When did Kengkla get this close?

"Tomorrow?" Something faint like wind blows against the shoulder of Techno's shirt, and Techno can't move and can't breathe. "P'No." He says, chastising and amused yet warmer more than anything else. Even six months later, Kengkla is still able to send shivers down Techno's back with a soft purr of words. "Check your phone."

Techno is starting to shake as he fumbles for his pocket to fish out the device as ordered. He nearly drops it as he tries to unlock the screen, but there are fingers there, catching it under his and a voice in his ear saying, "What time is it, P'No?"

"Oh," Techno says without seeing the numbers in front of him. The movie was so late. It's probably past eleven already. Kengkla's fingers are pressing in against the back of his hand, and he makes a little pleased noise and presses his nose against the back of Techno's ear.

He knows now, has caught up to the implication, but he still blinks, forces his vision into focus on the numbers. "Twelve twelve."

"Happy six months, P'No," Kengkla whispers against the back of Techno's neck and then his mouth presses against Techno's neck. Techno's body flushes hot, and his knees start to give way when a hot damp tongue drags across the back of his neck.

"Ai' Kla," He tries to reprimand, but it sounds like a whimper. "We're outside...everyone can see us."

"It's already dark out, P'No," Kengkla argues against his skin, and it's only the support of the Kengkla's arm around his waist that is keeping Techno anything like upright. His head is spinning like it does when he forgets to eat dinner. He's clutching at the door handle, leaning against the support, and Kengkla's hold around his fingers is the only thing saving Techno's phone from falling to the ground.

"But," Kengkla adds, and he really is whispering but his lips are so close that Techno hears every word like a shout. "Why don't we go inside?"

Techno doesn't protest. He just moves, nearly falling into the darkness inside, and Kengkla is right behind him.

It's dark inside when Kengkla shuts the door close, but the light switch is in reach. But Techno can't move from Kengkla's hold around his waist. Kengkla is chuckling softly and pressing open-mouthed kisses against the line of skin he can reach.

"Let me turn on - " Techno starts, twisting and grabbing Kengkla's shoulder with the same movement. But it's not graceful. His fingers grab at Kengkla's shirt, letting his phone slip to the floor, and Kengkla's laugh is warm against his mouth, hair skimming against Techno's forehead with the close proximity.

"You're shaking," Kengkla observes, and he's not holding onto Techno anymore. There are fingers threading into Techno's hair, and the weight of Kengkla's thumb fitting against Techno's jaw. "Are you afraid, P'No?"

His fingers tighten at Kengkla's shirt. He was hoping Kengkla wouldn't notice, but now that he has, Techno has no other choice. "Yes," He says, and he sounds breathless. "I don't want it to hurt." He tries not to bring up the past, knows that Kengkla is likely flinching where he cannot see in the dark. But there are times it must come up, such as now.

"I won't hurt you ever again, P'No," Kengkla promises, and then his mouth is fitting in against Techno's.

Techno's eyes are shutting, and everything goes soft and warm and still. Kengkla's mouth is familiar, and when he makes a little humming sound of pleasure, Techno knows that too. He's opening his mouth in answer before he can think it through. Kengkla's fingers tighten into a hold, pull Techno in closer and harder.

Then his tongue is sliding past Kengkla's lips, dipping over the other's tongue and dragging across the roof of his mouth like he's retracing old paths. He tastes like mint but burns like flames.

Techno doesn't realize they're backing up, moving farther into the room. He's too lost in the draw of Kengkla's mouth to pay attention to his surroundings. He only notices their motion when his knees bump against resistance, balance finally giving way. Kengkla lets him go at the same time, leaves him to wobble and fall backward into heart-stopping uncertainty. I

It leaves him staring shocked before he realizes that he landed against the soft of the couch instead of the floor or the coffee table. When the light comes on, he has to flinch away from the blinding illumination.

"That's better." Kengkla sounds calm and unfazed. He can hear Kengkla moving in closer, can see the shadow of the other's form as he blinks up to see Kengkla smiling down at him. "Now I can see that lovely face you make."

Before Techno has time to feel embarrassed, Kengkla is fitting himself in over the sprawl of Techno's limbs over the couch. His fingers are back on Techno, sliding down from his hair until his thumb can skim against Techno's pulse. Then he leans back in for another kiss, slow and unhurried, and Techno almost doesn't notice how Kengkla's legs are fitting in around and between his own.

There's too much friction against his lips. Kengkla bites down at his lips before pulling back to suck at Techno's lower lip, licks against the corner of his mouth. Kengkla's laughing or humming, but Techno can't do anything but curl his fingers into the other's shirt. He tightens them into a fist as the other licks across his cheekbone or nips at the edge of his jaw.

"You're always so sexy like this," Kengkla says into his hair. He rocks his hips forward, a single smooth motion like maybe he's just shifting his weight. It makes Techno gasp, arch involuntarily off the couch. Even though he's feeling embarrassed, he's too turned on.

Kengkla is watching him, drawn back enough to see the other's expression as his fingers glide down to Techno's hips. "I've been looking forward to tonight for a while now."

"Yeah," Techno manages. "Maybe me too." It comes out before he can stop himself, and Kengkla's eyes widen.

"Really?" Kengkla's fingers push up higher, dragging the fabric up Techno's skin, and he lets out a loud groan as if approving of the sight. "Why did you make me wait so long, P'No?"

Techno can't even manage coherency to that. All he has to offer is a choked gasp. The shirt hitches higher, baring most of Techno's chest, and Kengkla rushes down to lick at the center of Techno's chest.

"Shit," Techno curses. His hips come off the couch entirely, body pressed to Kengkla's for a moment. Then he falls back to the cushions, and Kengkla is still licking all the way down to his stomach until his mouth brushes the top edge of the other's jeans.

Techno is embarrassingly hard; any sort of equivocation would be impossible. He can feel himself flushing with self-consciousness. But Kengkla doesn't look up, doesn't pause to revel in the other's discomfort as the half-expects him to.

Kengkla curls his fingers under the edge of Techno's jeans, pulls them an inch away to breath hot against the exposed skin. "Fuck," Techno curses, and Kengkla draws back enough to unfasten the button and zipper one-handed until his fingers can slip against Techno's boxers.

That's another wave of sensation, another desperate upward shift of Techno's hips, and Kengkla laughs, sounding so warm and pleased. Techno's self-consciousness melts into arousal instead of discomfort.

"Do you want me to go slow, P'?" Kengkla asks, draws his hand away so he can drag at Techno's clothes instead. He slides his pants and underwear down his legs to his knees, and Techno takes a sharp breath of embarrassment as his cock comes free of the clothing. It's the furthest they've gone since getting back together, and he only has a second before Kengkla throws his clothes away to press his palm back where it was. His hand is soft, warm and electrifying even while his fingers are still splayed to skim across Techno's hip instead of closed around him.

"Oh shit," Techno says, and he has to look up and away, stares at the ceiling to collect himself. Kengkla wraps his fingers around Techno's length, and that's enough to undo Techno's composure. "I don't know."

"I want this to last, P'No." It sounds like a pout, but it cues as an order as Kengkla's fingers wrapped around him draw up in a testing stroke. "But I don't know how slow I can go. I want you too much." Techno shudders out a breath, lets one of his hands go from Kengkla's shirt so he can angle his arm over his face. He still can't believe this handsome guy still wants him, no matter how many times Kengkla reminds him.

" Try to go slow," He says, unsure what he's agreeing to but willing to say anything to keep Kengkla moving. Kengkla is all he knows, the only one to ever touch him.

It gets him a laugh and a kiss against his hip with the slow slide of fingers over flushed skin."I'll try my hardest," Kengkla purrs, and then there's the slick drag of his tongue up against Techno's cock.

Holy shit.

Techno never gets the chance to say it because he let's out a loud and shameless groan. Kengkla's lips come open, slide down over Techno's length, and Techno can feel himself tremble. He doesn't realize for a moment that Kengkla is humming against him. The sound blurs into a single thrumming moment of pleasure, and Techno reaches out, pushing desperately at Kengkla's hair to urge him back up. It's too much, too soon. He knows he will come right now if Kengkla doesn't stop, and Techno's way too interested in enjoying what Kengkla is planning tonight then being over-sensitive the entire time.

He doesn't need to explain because Kengkla is pulling back already with a smile. Techno's skin chills in the air, and Kengkla's fingers tighten against him rather than stroking more sensation over his skin. He doesn't know whether to be relieved or frustrated by the stalled pleasure in his blood.

"What's wrong, P'No? I've been waiting so long to have you again," He says in a pouting tone, and Techno can feel an automatic apology forming on his lips then stops himself. It was the right thing to do to make Kengkla wait. "I can't believe I held out this long.

Techno whimpers, lets his arm fall so he can stare at the ceiling. Kengkla is still bracing against the base of his cock, pressing with more strength than those fingers ought to have.

Then there's another rush of heat, the slide of a tongue against him, and Techno chokes and looks down before he can stop himself. Kengkla is still holding him, keeping his grip tight, but he's looking up at Tehno. Kengkla's smiling so Techno can see the expression even though his mouth is open, tongue licking slowly against the head of the other's cock. Techno flinches back from the wave of heat as Kengkla licks up over him, trails his tongue across the slick of pre-come.

"Mmm," Kengkla purrs, pulling away to lick his lips, and Techno is certain he's not going to survive the night by the way his heart is thundering in his chest. "You always taste good."

"Ai' Kla," Techno says, his coherency too lost to manage a better protest than the high wail of the other's name. Kengkla laughs, pulls back and away, and Techno is too stunned to touch himself. The last time this happened, they were at the beach house, and Techno was feeling too guilty to enjoy it. But now that's all gone, and it's still overwhelming.

Unexpectedly, Kengkla slides off the couch, and when he reaches back out, it's to grab at Techno's clothes. He tugs the other's shirt free first, tearing at it with a grin, and Techno is moving to accommodate when Kengkla moves down to drag his shoes off too. "Thank you for letting me touch you again, P'No," Kengkla praises, his voice syrupy-smooth and sweet. It makes Techno's chest tighten, stomach fluttering with butterflies; even now, Kengkla still has this effect on him.

He's coming back to the couch now that Techno's clothes are out of the way, fitting his knees between the other's ankles and leaning in to kiss Techno's chest again. He's tugging something out of his pocket and rocks back over his knees. Techno is breathless again, his attention flickering between curiosity and sensation. He watches with wide eyes as Kengkla tears a packet of lube open with his teeth, glancing at Techno with a smile.

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, right?" Kengkla says, letting the packet fall to the floor and reaching out to ease Techno's leg wider.

Techno can feel his face heat with embarrassment, realization hitting him that this really is happening, and then Kengkla looks down and hums in satisfaction. "Ai'Kla," Techno gasps in a self-conscious protest when a finger slides into him.

Even though Kengkla's finger is slick with minimal friction as it moves, here's still a burst of sensation, heat so intense Techno's not even sure it's pleasant. "Fuck, shit, Ai' Kla," Techno is cursing loudly. It's too much, memories of pain from that fateful night, and he's ready to tell the other to stop. But then he's gasping and staring at the ceiling in the first drag of pressure.

"P'No, please relax," Kengkla whispers. Techno can barely pay attention to the sound of his words. He's shaking on the couch, not sure if he wants to pull away or push in for more. "Trust me." Kengkla's other hand slides up from the inside of Techno's thigh to his hip, and he's thrusting in deeper. Techno can feel every inch of motion like his skin is made of fire, and then Kengkla angles his hand and everything goes white for a moment.

"Fuck" Techno blurts, and he's arching up towards Kengkla's hand as the other slides back.

"P'No," is all Kengkla says, still grinning so wide. His hand comes off Techno's hip to tighten at the base of Techno's cock and he's thrusting in harder with his other.

Techno's skin flickers electric with panic, his body clenches around Kengkla's touch, but all he can do is groan.

"You're so enthusiastic, P'No," Kengkla says, the words purring with appreciation. "Want another?" He's drawing his hand back before Techno can process the question, pushing a second finger in, and Techno's eyes flutter close. Everything is waves of heat, friction, and motion and damp warmth, and he can't think and he can't speak.

The next breath he remembers taking is much later as Kengkla sighs and slides his fingers free. Techno can't help himself and whimpers more than the original intrusion. The grip on his cock goes too because Kengkla is getting to his feet again, and Techno watches as Kengkla tugs his own shirt up off his head as he toes his shoes off.