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The empty wine bottles on the granite kitchen counter betrayed the scene before Duang could even take his second step into the apartment. The heavy silence of the night was broken only by the almost imperceptible sound of soft music and the echo of tired sighs coming from the living room. The environment, previously immersed in the cold routine of studying, felt stuffy, heavy with the sweet aroma of alcohol and his boyfriend’s cologne.

Qin was exhausted. The crushing stress of college—the constant pressure of deadlines, the sleepless nights, and the self-imposed expectations he kept to himself—had finally taken its toll. He decided to drown his physical and mental fatigue in wine, alone, and the drink numbed him just as he had planned; it melted his entire body, leaving him warm and limp, his brain working a bit slower and missing Duang terribly.

When Duang approached the couch, he found Qin with his cheeks flushed from the warmth of the drink, his black hair slightly disheveled, and his bright eyes glassy with alcohol. His button-up shirt was half-open, revealing the pale skin of his collarbone. Noticing his boyfriend’s presence, Qin’s gaze focused on him, and an intensely needy expression molded his features.

Without saying a word, Qin slipped off the couch with limp, lazy movements, practically nesting himself in Duang's lap as soon as he drew near. He looped his arms around his partner's neck, nuzzling his face against Duang's shoulder and neck like a cat seeking shelter, inhaling the familiar scent that always calmed him.

"You took so long, Ter..." Qin grumbled, his voice coming out slurred, the words slightly jumbled by the effects of the alcohol, but heavy with a deep yearning. "I thought you weren't coming anymore. I'm so tired and I missed you so much... I just wanted you close by."

"I'm here, love. I made it," Duang whispered, settling Qin firmly in his lap, sliding his large hands up his back, feeling the dark-haired boy's muscles instantly relax at the touch.

"You... you smell like home, Ter," Qin murmured against Duang's neck, his slurred voice muffled by the warm skin. He let out a long sigh, the kind that comes from the depths of the chest, and began to rub the tip of his nose against his boyfriend’s jawline in a needy, continuous back-and-forth motion. "You smell like fabric softener and... like the right thing. Everything out there is so loud, but here it's warm."

As he spoke, Qin couldn't stay still. Driven by neediness and the torpor of the wine, he began to slowly roll his hips over Duang's lap, shifting positions to get more comfortable. His thighs hugged his boyfriend's, and every spoken word was accompanied by a lazy, insistent friction of their bodies.

Duang took a deep breath, feeling his own body react instantly to that movement. Qin’s heat radiated through the fabric of their clothes, and the direct friction began to awaken a rigid, uncomfortable hardness beneath his pants.

"Qin... calm down," Duang requested, his voice coming out a bit deeper than he intended. He gripped his boyfriend’s hips firmly, trying to contain that subtle grinding. "You’ve had too much to drink, love. Stay still."

"I don't want to stay still, Ter," Qin protested with a needy pout, ignoring the command. Instead of stopping, he threw his body weight a bit further forward, pressing his chest against Duang's and returning to their favorite affectionate gesture: he pressed his own warm, flushed cheek against Duang's. He pressed their faces together tightly, moving his head from side to side very slowly, rubbing his soft skin against his while continuing to rock his hips with sluggish deliberation. "I want to be completely glued to you today."

"All right, love," Duang replied, his voice breaking slightly as he tried to hold Qin's hips more firmly to interrupt that torturous friction. But his boyfriend seemed to be made of water; he simply melted against Duang's chest, adapting every curve of his own body to his.

Duang swallowed hard, feeling his accelerated heartbeat echoing in his ears. The sensation of Qin melting in his arms, so vulnerable and needy, awakened a mixture of protectiveness and an ardent desire that he bravely fought to contain.

While trying to steady his hands on his boyfriend's waist to calm the torturous swaying of his hips, Duang's mind began to process the shock of that scene. Qin almost never acted this way. It was incredibly rare to see him let his guard down like that, and rarer still for him to become so visibly clingy and codependently affectionate.

Normally, Qin was the personification of self-control. The focused student, the guy who kept his own anxieties locked away in a box with seven keys, too proud to admit that the weight of the world was crushing his shoulders. Seeing that always-so-centered man transformed into a ball of sheer neediness, completely surrendering to the numbness of the wine and the heat of the moment, was almost surreal.

He really reached his limit, Duang thought, his chest tightening slightly with a wave of tenderness. Qin desperately needed this escape; he needed to shut down the brain that never stopped chasing deadlines and grades. And the fact that the chosen safe harbor for this breakdown was his lap made Duang's heart overflow.

Qin let out a ragged sigh, reveling in the feeling of Duang's cheek pressed against his. He squeezed his face even harder against his boyfriend's, making a needy sound in his throat while dragging his soft, warm skin back and forth.

"You're so warm... and your heart is beating so fast," Qin babbled, the words coming out a bit jumbled near Duang's ear, his wine-scented breath caressing the other's neck. "It's so fast. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Is it because of me? Tell me it is."

"It is because of you, yes, you stubborn thing," Duang grumbled, closing his eyes and throwing his head back against the cushion of the couch, defeated by the affection.

Taking advantage of Duang having his eyes closed, Qin lifted his torso a bit, balancing in his lap with a clumsy grace. He fixed his hazy, half-heavy eyes on his boyfriend's face, his pupils so dilated they almost swallowed the brown of his irises, shining with an irresistible neediness.

"Why do you close your eyes?" Qin asked, his voice coming out soft, the slurred words blending into a confused whisper. He stretched out a trembling hand and began to trace Duang's lips with his index finger, fascinated by the shape of his mouth. "Don't close them... I want to see you looking at me. Don't you think I'm handsome?"

While rambling in his near-drunken logic, Qin tilted his body slightly forward. The movement caused his groin to press even harder against Duang's rigid length through the fabrics. Unaware of the torture he was causing, Qin gave a slight roll of his hips to the sides, merely trying to find a more comfortable position to lay his head down again.

"I think you are the most beautiful man in the world, Qin," Duang answered, opening his eyes slowly, his voice now laden with a deep hoarseness. He gently caught his boyfriend's wrist, interrupting the tracing of the finger on his lips but keeping his hand pressed against his chest. "I was just trying to catch my breath. You show up here like this, you hug me, you rub against me... are you trying to drive me crazy, is that it?"

Qin let out a muffled giggle, his hazy eyes shining with a dreamy, languid satisfaction. He ignored the comment about the friction of their bodies, pretending not to notice the distinct hardness growing beneath his groin, though he continued to adjust himself millimetrically against it, seeking that firm warmth. For Qin, being right there was simply the pinnacle of the comfort he had yearned for all day long.

"I'm not rubbing against anyone," Qin murmured, his voice soft, tilting his face forward until their cheeks touched once more. He pressed his warm skin firmly against Duang's, sighing when his boyfriend returned the affection, moving his face from side to side in that intimate, soft friction. "I just missed you. College... the people out there... nobody holds me like this. Nobody lets me be like this."

"You can be as limp as you want in my arms, babe," Duang replied, giving in entirely to the affection and wrapping both arms around Qin's waist, pulling him even closer. He closed his eyes for a second, savoring the soft texture of Qin's cheek against his, moving his face slowly to prolong that warm, comforting friction that was a safe harbor for them both. "But you are stubborn. You drink until you get like this and then you say you're not doing anything."

"I'm really not," Qin insisted, his voice muffled against Duang's skin, but his body contradicted him. He gave another slow roll of his hips, a subtle, lazy adjustment that made him fit perfectly into the space between his boyfriend's thighs. He kept pretending he didn't feel the rigid length down there, focused only on the sensation of being held tightly. "I'm just settling in. The couch is hard... you are softer, Ter."

Duang let out a breathy laugh, a hoarse and somewhat pained sound from the effort of maintaining self-control. His hands spread across Qin's back beneath the disheveled shirt, feeling his skin incredibly hot to the touch. Duang's fingers traveled up to his boyfriend's nape, caressing the short strands with a firm tenderness, maintaining the contact of their pressed cheeks.

"You are something else, Qin," Duang murmured against his boyfriend's temple, his voice vibrating low while his fingers gently squeezed the black hair at his nape. The continuous contact of those pressed cheeks brought an almost palpable intimacy, a heat that rose straight from the face to the chest of both men. "Do you think you're fooling me by pretending everything is normal down there? You're testing me, you have to be."

Qin let out a heavy, needy sigh and relaxed his body weight even more over Duang's lap. Instead of responding to the provocation, he moved his face slowly, dragging the soft skin of his cheek against Duang's in a continuous caress, spreading that feverish warmth of the wine. He knew perfectly well the effect he was having, but the comfortable fog of the drink and the accumulated yearning made him want to simply ignore the consequences and prolong that coziness as much as possible.

"I'm not testing anything, Ter..." Qin babbled, the words coming out soft, slurred, and sweetly jumbled. He slowly moved his hands up Duang's chest, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt with firm fingers, as if seeking an anchor in the middle of that pleasant dizziness. "I just... I spent the whole day wanting this right here. The couch was cold before you got here. Everything was cold."

Duang felt his heart skip a beat at the sincere declaration. He opened his eyes and tilted his head millimeters back, breaking the cheek contact just enough to look at Qin's face up close. His boyfriend stared back at him with incredibly bright, hazy brown eyes, his eyelids heavy from the alcohol, yet with an absolute awareness of the affection overflowing there.

"And now? Is it warm enough for you?" Duang asked, his voice dropping to a hoarse pitch, while one of his hands slid down Qin's back until it reached the curve of his hip, squeezing the flesh there with a possessive firmness that made the smaller man shudder.

"It is... You always make me warm," Qin murmured, his gaze drifting for an instant before focusing intensely on Duang. He brought one hand up to his neck, pulling the collar of his shirt slightly to the side. "I'm so hot, Ter. My skin is tingling. It's like the apartment is too stuffy, or maybe it's just you."

Duang let out a breathy chuckle, but his own breathing was already beginning to betray him, growing shorter. Seeing Qin's mouth half-open, wet, and inviting, he couldn't resist. He leaned in and joined his lips to his. The kiss began as a sealing of comfort, but Qin's mouth parted with a needy urgency, releasing a distinct, sweet, and warm taste of red wine. Duang drank that essence directly from his tongue, feeling a wave of heat strike his own chest. It was a contact high; the taste of the drink mixed with his boyfriend’s warmth acted like an intoxicant, clouding Duang's judgment and igniting a fierce need to have him closer.

"You're making me drunk too," Duang whispered against his lips, his voice visibly more strained with desire.

Qin didn't answer with words. Instead, he let out a low, satisfied grunt and pressed his cheek back against Duang's. He pressed their faces together tightly, sliding his soft skin from side to side in that endless coddling, while his hips gave another slow thrust forward.

This time, Duang didn't pull back. Completely surrendered to the heat of the moment and his boyfriend's sweet scent, he cupped both large hands over Qin's buttocks, over the fabric of his pants, and pulled him down firmly, locking their alignment and returning the movement.

The rhythm changed instantly. Under the command of Duang's hands, Qin began to slide with more insistence and weight over his lap. The direct friction between their privates, still separated by clothes, generated an electric heat that made Qin gasp aloud, dragging his nails down Duang's back while their cheeks remained pressed together, sharing the same light sweat and the same rushed breathing. Duang lifted his hips rhythmically, making it clear to his boyfriend that the game of pretending nothing was happening down there had come to an end.

Gradually, the mutual movement became too heavy for the fabric separating them. With a sigh laden with urgency, Duang gripped Qin's shoulders and pushed him back slightly, breaking the pleasant contact of their cheeks. Qin complained immediately, letting out a needy whine and blinking his hazy eyes, trying to understand why his boyfriend had interrupted that wonderful closeness.

"Wait, Ter... Why did you stop?" Qin babbled, his voice coming out even more jumbled and slurred, his lips parted and reddened from the previous kiss.

"Because these pants are getting in the way," Duang replied, his voice perfectly hoarse.

With quick and decisive movements, Duang laid Qin down on the couch. His boyfriend didn't even think to resist; his body was completely limp, relaxed by the drink and the rising arousal. Duang pulled down the zipper of Qin's pants and, with a possessive agility, stripped his boyfriend of his pants and underwear all at once, tossing the garments into some corner of the rug.

Feeling the cool air of the living room touch his warm skin, Qin tried to close his legs in a timid reflex, but the wine's haze prevented him from having any urgency. The contrast of the half-open button-up shirt with the complete nudity from the waist down left him incredibly vulnerable. His brown eyes, bright and heavy, stared at Duang with a needy demand. He didn't want to lie there; the distance, even if minimal, bothered him deeply.

"No... pull me back, Ter," Qin pleaded, his voice coming out slurred and faint. He stretched his trembling arms out toward his boyfriend, lifting his torso with an effort. "I don't want to be away from you."

Duang smiled, his chest rising and falling with accelerated breathing. He gave in to the appeal and slipped his hands beneath Qin's armpits, pulling the dark-haired boy's limp body back into his lap all at once. Qin let out an immediate sigh of relief and wrapped his long, bare legs around Duang's waist, burying his face in his neck. They were skin-to-skin now, Qin's erect length pressed directly against Duang's abdomen.

Taking advantage of the position, Duang stretched his arm to the coffee table, grabbed the lubricant, and spread the liquid on his fingertips. Without rushing, he reached his hand behind Qin's body, finding the tight entrance that was already relaxed by the alcohol. As the first finger sank in slowly, Qin let out a sharp moan against Duang's neck, tensing his thigh muscles.

But Duang didn't begin to massage him as his boyfriend expected. He merely kept his two fingers static inside him, teasing, making a slight pressure to the sides, testing the limits of Qin's patience.

"You're mean... so mean, Ter," Qin whimpered, the words coming out jumbled and ragged near Duang's ear. The dark-haired boy began to shake his head, frustrated by the lack of movement. "I spent the whole day missing you... my head hurting... and now you're playing games with me."

"I'm not playing games, babe," Duang whispered, his voice laden with ulterior motives as he distributed wet kisses along Qin's jawline, while his fingers remained firm and still inside him. "I'm just appreciating how beautiful you look when you're this needy."

Incapable of enduring that torturous inertia amidst the heat of the buzz and desire, Qin took the reins of the situation in his own way. He braced his hands on Duang's shoulders and, with a slow, lazy, grinding motion, began to move his own hips up and down, using his boyfriend's stationary fingers to satisfy himself.

The wet sound of the lubricant echoed between them each time Qin rose and fell in Duang's lap, his eyes rolling slightly as he tried to dictate his own pleasure. Qin's words vanished, turning into needy, hissed groans that proved how much that internal friction, even clumsy from intoxication, was driving him straight to the edge.

With a firm movement, Duang dug his two large hands into the sides of Qin's waist, stopping his grinding in its tracks. The dark-haired boy let out a frustrated pout, his hazy eyes blinking slowly as he tried to push his hips down again, but Duang's hands were like two cuffs of flesh, keeping him locked in place.

"No... let me move, Ter... I want to..." Qin whimpered, the words coming out slurred, his forehead resting against Duang's shoulder as he breathed pantingly, completely airborne from the heat of the drink and desire.

"I know you want to, babe. That's exactly why you have to stay still," Duang whispered near his ear, his voice soft and laden with a possessive amusement. He adored this version of Qin—defenseless, begging for touch. "If you keep moving like that, you're only going to get hotter. Let Ter take care of you."

To prove his point, Duang kept Qin's hips perfectly motionless against his lap but began to move his fingers inside. He added the third finger slowly, stretching Qin's tight internal walls in a long, deep, and circular back-and-forth motion. The contrast between the pinned hips and the internal stimulation made Qin arch his back, letting out a sharp moan that echoed through the room.

"See? I'm making the heat pass," Duang teased, watching closely as Qin's cheeks took on an even more vivid shade of pink. He curled his fingers inside, hitting the right spot on purpose, making his boyfriend shudder all over.

"That... ah... that's not making the heat pass, that's a lie..." Qin babbled, his confused and wine-numbed mind trying to process the delicious sensation of being stretched like that. He pressed his warm, sweaty cheek back against Duang's, squeezing their faces together tightly in search of support, while his fingers gripped his boyfriend's shoulders. "You're a big liar, Ter... but keep going... please."

Duang let out a low laugh, completely melted and fascinated by his boyfriend's delicious neediness. Far from wanting to be harsh or authoritarian, he was just reveling in the control of that game, loving every second of seeing Qin so surrendered to him. He loosened the pressure of his hands slightly, allowing Qin to snuggle even closer, but kept his fingers working inside with a hypnotic, slow, and deep rhythm.

"Anything you want, love," Duang promised, his voice soft, overflowing with the affection he felt. He tilted his face to the side, pressing his cheek once more against Qin's, which was incredibly warm and damp. The gentle friction of their skin was the touch of comfort they needed amidst that erotic nuance. "See how you're relaxing? Ter is just getting you ready for what comes next."

"But I... I'm already ready," Qin protested needily, babbling against Duang's shoulder. The alcohol seemed to have left his entire body incredibly elastic and sensitive, and each circular movement Duang made with his fingers drew a trembling sigh from him. Unable to stay completely still, Qin began to rub his bare chest against Duang's, a slurred snuggle that mixed the innocence of the buzz with pure desire. "Look here... feel how ready I am..."

Duang felt his own length pulse hard beneath the fabric of his pants; the subtle insistence of Qin's hips and his internal walls contracting around his fingers were a direct invitation he wouldn't be able to refuse for much longer. He gave one final deep thrust with his fingers, swirling them inside in a way that made Qin jolt and bite his lower lip, his brown eyes blinking hazily, completely anesthetized with pleasure.

Taking advantage of Qin's slight jolt, Duang began to withdraw his fingers slowly. The wet sound that echoed through the room made the dark-haired boy let out a needy wail of pure frustration, feeling the loss of that good fullness. Instead of pulling away, Qin dug his nails even deeper into Duang's shoulders, his brown eyes blinking slowly, focusing on his boyfriend's face with a heavy insistence from the wine.

"Don't make that sound... it feels like you're leaving," Qin complained, his voice coming out slurred and jumbled as he slid his hands down Duang's chest, descending toward his waist. His trembling hands fumbled with the waistband of Duang's pants, searching for the button and zipper with a clumsy urgency. "Take this off, for god's sake."

Duang held back a laugh, resting his hands on the couch to give his boyfriend room to move. He watched, fascinated, as Qin stubbornly and patiently pulled the zipper down with fingers made limp by alcohol, opening his pants and finally freeing the rigid, pulsing member that was already begging for room. Seeing and feeling Duang's dominance so close to his own intimacy, Qin let out a ragged sigh, but didn't advance immediately. The fog of the drink brought a soft confession to the surface.

"Today was... it was horrible, you know?" Qin babbled, resting his forehead on Duang's shoulder again, his hands flat against his boyfriend's hips. "College suffocates me sometimes. There were so many demands, so many grades, deadlines in my head... it felt like I couldn't breathe. My back was hurting so much. I just wanted... I needed to relax, Ter. That's why I opened that bottle. I just wanted everything to get quiet inside here."

Duang felt his chest tighten with pure affection. He slid his hands up Qin's bare back, caressing the warm skin in a firm, comforting line, before pressing his cheek once more against his flushed one. He squeezed their faces together tightly, moving his head very slowly to let the soft touch cradle all of his boyfriend’s exhaustion.

"I know, love. I know how much you pressure yourself," Duang whispered, his voice soft, leaving a tender kiss on the side of Qin's neck. "But Ter is here now. He's going to take care of you."

Qin's hands moved up from Duang's open waist and rested back on his shoulders. With a slow effort, coordinating his body which was still half-limp from the drink, Qin pushed his hips up a bit. The movement, free of fabrics, caused the tip of Duang's rigid length to brush precisely against his wet and perfectly relaxed entrance, drawing a ragged arch. He fixed his heavy brown eyes on Duang's, sustaining a gaze full of a languid, needy adoration, waiting for the definitive alignment.

Duang, however, caught his hips firmly to slow down the pace, unable not to linger for a second before that scene. Looking at Qin there, with his feverish cheeks and his half-open button-up shirt falling off his shoulders, an overwhelming feeling of protection blended with desire. Duang thought about how much that college routine had been battering his boyfriend over the last few weeks, how much Qin locked himself into an impeccable pose of self-sufficiency and pride when he was sober. It took the numbness of two bottles of wine for him to finally allow himself to disarm, to whine for attention and confess that the world out there was too heavy.

Duang didn't view that soft drunkenness as a loss of control, but as a surrender of pure trust. Qin knew exactly where he was and who he was with; he had chosen this lap to break down. And being the only man in the world capable of seeing Qin like this, stripped of all his defenses and begging for his touch, made Duang's chest swell with a genuine, deep satisfaction.

Carefully, Duang loosened the pressure of his fingers on his boyfriend's waist and used his palms to support his thighs, guiding his weight downward. Qin let out a long, sharp, and drawn-out moan as he began to slide down, swallowing Duang's stiffness inch by inch. The initial impact of that complete fullness made the dark-haired boy curve his back and dig his nails into Duang's shoulders, breathing audibly and raggedly as his body molded itself to that warm invasion.

Duang waited a few seconds for him to adjust, and then initiated a slow upward and downward movement, driving his hips with firm, rhythmic thrusts from below.

With each new impact, the heavy, dizzy fog of the wine began to dissipate from Qin's mind, as if the sharp pleasure were burning away the excess alcohol in his veins. The limp numbness that had previously left him anesthetized gave way, inch by inch, to an electric and extremely clear sensitivity. The heat on his skin was no longer the feverish flush of the drink, but the heat of direct friction, of the sweat starting to bead where their bodies joined, and the adrenaline rushing up his spine.

Qin blinked slowly. The living room ceiling, which had previously seemed to spin slightly, stabilized. He lowered his head and focused his gaze on Duang; his pupils were still dilated with arousal, but his expression now carried a sharp clarity. He was regaining the firmness in his muscles, feeling with millimetric precision the texture of Duang's hands on his thighs and the exact spot where his boyfriend touched him inside.

"A-Ah... Ter..." Qin gasped, his tone of voice losing the slurred edge of the drink and gaining the hoarseness of pure arousal. He tilted his torso forward decisively, seeking Duang's mouth with an urgency that was no longer lazy. "More... go deeper."

Duang didn't wait for him to ask twice. He captured Qin's lips halfway, a hungry and deep clash of mouths where the taste of wine was now just a backdrop to the real urgency consuming them.

Duang's hands abandoned Qin's thighs and traveled up to his waist, squeezing the skin there tightly. He shifted his angle and delivered a firm thrust, driving upward with determination and hitting his boyfriend's most sensitive spot.

"Ahn!" Qin broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his entire body faltering for a second before steadying again.

The impact seemed to clear part of the fog floating in his mind, but the alcohol still claimed its toll, leaving his reactions a bit slower and his sensations amplified to the extreme. He felt everything with an absurd intensity: the firm texture of Duang filling him completely, the wet warmth of the lubricant, and the rhythmic friction that made him lose his breath. Far from pulling back, Qin used the strength he still had in his legs to respond. He braced his hands on Duang's shoulders, his fingers burying into the fabric of his shirt, and began to move his hips with more vigor, coming down hard.

"Yes... right like that, Ter... God, it's so good," Qin panted, his voice a bit clearer but still weighted by sweet fatigue and the relaxation of the drink, his eyes fixed on Duang's.

The sound of their bodies clashing on the couch became more audible, accompanied by the ragged breathing of both. Duang matched Qin's rhythm, driving upward with each descent of the smaller man, creating a deep fit. He watched, fascinated, at that transition: the needy Qin of minutes ago now found the strength to chase his own pleasure.

"You... you drive me crazy, you know?" Duang gasped, his voice failing as he slid his hands down to Qin's bare buttocks, holding him there to dictate a sequence of faster thrusts that made Qin roll his eyes, completely surrendered to that mixture of dizziness and pleasure.

Qin let out a drawn-out groan that ended in a ragged sigh against Duang's neck. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders, squeezing him with the strength he had left, seeking that safe harbor while the couch seemed to float beneath them. The alcohol, though evaporating gradually before the discharge of adrenaline, still left Qin's reflexes slightly slow, causing him to lean entirely against Duang's broad chest with each deeper thrust.

"Faster, Ter... please," he begged, his voice cracking on the last word.

Duang answered the plea immediately. He shifted the focus of his hands to Qin's hips, lifting him and lowering him in a merciless, rhythmic pace. With each thrust, the wet sound of the lubricant filled the room, muffled only by Qin's disconnected whispers, which mixed words of affection with needy laments. The partial lucidity gaining ground in the dark-haired boy's mind only served to make him realize clearly how addicted he was to that touch, to that security that only his boyfriend’s lap knew how to provide.

The heat that had previously come from the wine was now pure sweat and electricity. Qin tilted his head back millimeters, exposing the line of his neck where Duang nipped lightly, drawing a jolt and a sharper moan from him. The pleasure was pooling too fast at the base of his belly, and the mutual friction indicated that neither of them would be able to hold back that climax for much longer.

Feeling the tension coiled in Qin's muscles, Duang braced his feet on the floor, adjusting his posture on the couch to get even more leverage. He didn't want that intensity to wane. With a swift movement, he lifted up just enough to flip them over, pressing Qin's back against the soft upholstery of the couch, pinning his boyfriend between his own body and the cushions. The proximity became even more overwhelming.

"Look at me, kitten," Duang requested, his voice reduced to a hoarse, urgent whisper near Qin's ear.

Qin forced his heavy eyelids open. The world around him still had that slightly smoky, soft contour that the wine caused, but the image of Duang right there, with his dark eyes flashing with desire and his hair slightly messed up, was the sharpest, most real thing in his universe at that moment. He let out a sibilant sound through his teeth as Duang delivered three short, fast, and deep thrusts, hitting the exact same spot repeatedly.

"I am... I'm looking," Qin managed to articulate, though the sentence was cut short by a ragged sigh. His hands slid up from Duang's shoulders to his face, his fingers caressing his boyfriend’s cheeks with a sweet persistence, trying to pull him even closer for a kiss. "I can't look at anything else."

Duang smiled, his chest swelling with a warm vanity at such a raw confession. He captured Qin's lips again, but this time it wasn't a rushed kiss; it was a slow, wet touch, where their tongues tangled in the same rhythmic cadence that their hips maintained down below. Qin responded with total surrender, sucking Duang's tongue with a neediness that seemed to blend all the frustration of his exhausting day with the indescribable relief of finally being in the arms of the one he loved.

With every upward thrust from Duang, Qin's length rubbed hard against his own abdomen and against his boyfriend's open shirt. The double stimulation was leaving the dark-haired boy completely defenseless. He began to constrict his leg muscles, locking his legs around Duang's waist more tightly, as if he wanted to merge into him so that no empty space remained.

"It's almost... Ter, I'm going to..." Qin babbled as soon as the kiss broke, his voice thick with the imminence of an orgasm. He hid his face in the crook of Duang's neck, breathing in his scent mixed with the warm smell of sweaty skin. "Don't stop, please, just keep going..."

Duang abandoned any remaining shred of slowness, driving his hips up in fast, deep, rhythmic thrusts that made the couch creak under the weight of the continuous impact. The wet sound of the lubricant and the friction of their bodies filled the silence of the stuffy living room, dictating the final seconds of that surrender.

Qin completely lost control of the sounds he was making. The fog of the wine, which had previously made him needy, now seemed to concentrate all of its energy into a single point of unbearable heat at the pit of his stomach. He threw his head back, his black hair sticking to his forehead from a light sweat, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling while his mouth parted in sharp, hissed, and completely uninhibited groans. With every firm thrust from Duang, Qin's length was crushed between both of their abdomens, wrenching spasms of pure pleasure from him that made him tremble from head to toe.

"G-God... Ter... Duang!" Qin cried out his boyfriend’s name, his voice thick and slurred from the climax hitting him like a wave.

Qin's internal walls contracted violently, trapping Duang in a grip so good it was almost painful. The dark-haired boy arched his entire body, his fingers curling into the rug behind the couch and his long legs locking around Duang's waist. In the next second, without anyone needing to touch him, Qin's semen spurted warm and thick against Duang's button-up shirt and his own stomach, washing both of their skin at the exact same moment he let out a long, ragged sigh of relief.

Qin's overwhelming tightness was the limit for Duang. Feeling his boyfriend come like that, completely surrendered and disarmed in his lap, shattered the final barrier of his self-control. Duang gave three final thrusts, sinking as deep as he possibly could into that electric heat, before locking his hips forward with a low growl. He discharged his own orgasm deep inside Qin, feeling his semen pulse warm in there while his mind was finally, completely clouded over.

Silence gradually reigned over the room once more, broken only by the symphony of two rushed, heavy breaths.

Exhausted, Duang collapsed forward, resting his body weight over Qin's chest, which was still panting beneath him. Qin, with his eyes half-closed and his mind now cleansed of any fatigue or stress from college, smiled faintly. He raised his trembling, lazy hands to Duang's hair, caressing the strands while leaving a lingering kiss on his boyfriend’s temple, completely relaxed, protected, and sated.

"That was so good, I think I'm going to drink more tomorrow."