Kit:“Aahh! P’Kim!” Kit bit down hard on his lips, his eyes tainted on the people passing by outside as he tried to control his moans. “S-someone might see…”
“If you don’t stop talking, I will pull down the windows!” Kim grumbled in Kit’s ears, raising his head from his nipple as he moved his hips, his cock throbbing inside Kit’s tight channel, squeezing him like a glove. “Ah…yes…so tight…”
Kit bit down harder on his lips, his fingers tangling into Kim’s dark hair as he moved in tune with every thrust, riding P’Kim’s cock as he felt his whole body tremble with sensations he had no control over.
When he had agreed to Kim’s condition of letting him have Kit whenever he wanted, he hadn't exactly expected it would include car sex right outside his university gates as several students watched the black car stand still for the last ten minutes, it’s tinted windows the only reassurance that people wouldn’t know what was going on inside the car.
Kim threw back his head, groaning out loud as his thrusts became harder, faster; the sound of skin slapping on skin reverberating throughout the car in a way that made a shiver run down his spine.
“Kit…I’m so close.” He groaned out, pulling Kit incredibly closer to his body until there was no space between them. “I want…I want to cum inside of you…aah!”
“N-No…P’Kim…I have classes…” Kit bit down on his lips when he felt P’Kim so deep inside of him that it felt like his cock was hitting the base of his spine. “Oh…god! Ahh! P’Kim…”
His own cock throbbed in between them, trapped between their bodies as the friction between them kept him on edge. His legs were on either side of P’Kim’s body, held secure at the back. His pants were on the floor of the car; his shirt unbuttoned all the way down and slung half-way down his arms. And he didn’t even know where his backpack was.
He was an absolute mess and he didn’t even care, because P’Kim’s was buried deep inside of him, making him experience pleasure like never before. In this position, it felt like he could go deeper than he ever had and Kit loved every second of it.
“Ahh! Kit…I can’t hold back any longer…!”
And with that, he felt P’Kim still under him, before his hot seed shot through his channel, triggering his own orgasm as he came all over P’Kim’s black shirt and his own stomach.
“Aahh!” Exhausted and still riding the high of his orgasm, his head fell forward onto P’Kim’s shoulders, his breathing coming in pants as he tried to regain his composure but failed.
Kim wrapped him tightly in his arms, not an inch of space between the two of them as they both gasped for breath, riding out the height of their ecstasy.
“Ah…you came on my shirt.” Kim whispered breathlessly into Kit’s ears and he couldn’t help but hide his face in the crook of P’Kim’s neck, his cheeks hot from embarrassment.
“Aren’t you getting late for class?” Kim asked him teasingly, watching Kit’s ears turn red as he continued to bury his face on the side of his neck.
Unwillingly, he lifted Kit up in his arms slightly so he could take his cock out of him, even though his desire for his little lover was nowhere near sated.
When Kit finally unwrapped himself from Kim’s body, he took the opportunity to grab some tissues and clean up both of them before he helped button up Kit’s shirt.
Kit shifted back to his seat, putting on his clothes one by one and taking his time to look presentable once again. P’Kim helped him comb back his hair so that he no longer looked like he had been having passionate sex in the car, and when he was fully ready, Kim once again hauled him in for a kiss, before letting go of a flustered looking Kit, who all but scrambled out of the car before he was once again pulled back into the vortex of desire.
“I’ll see you after school.” P’Kim called out to him as P’Aawut, who had been walking around the areas aimlessly, finally came back to the car and got into the driver’s seat with a sigh.
Fortunately, Kit kept his eyes glued to the ground, unable to meet the eyes of P’Aawut to see the expression on his face. But he was sure that P’Aawut was anything but amused in a situation like this.
As the car drove away, he made his way to the campus, trying to locate his friends. He did get a few awkward glances from people, and he could already tell that they had seen him exit the car that had been parked in front of the gates for quite some time now. Or some might even have waited to witness the scene, but since most people were scared of P’Kim and P’Aawut, he was sure no one was going to tease him for it…unless they were his friends.
“Where the hell are they?” Kit mused as he took out his phone to check their group chat. According to them, Ben and Earth had morning classes so they were already in class. However, the only person available was Prem…who seemed nowhere in sight.
“Let me try to call him,” Kit muttered to himself as he dialed the number.
He had afternoon classes, so he still had about half-hour to spare, and in case Prem was free, he could simply spend some time with him, since recently, Prem was the only one who was out of the loop from all the Mafia stuff and he had a feeling that he felt left out from their conversations sometimes. So maybe he could make up that time by inviting him to lunch?
The call started ringing, and at the same time, Kit could hear a faint ringtone from somewhere nearby. But unfortunately, the call disconnected only after four or five rings and the sound also stopped.
Frowning, Kit looked around at the tall trees that canopied the main walkway to the campus and had a hunch that the ringtone had come from the direction of the little garden beside the pond on the other side of the road.
Dialing the number again, he waited to hear the ringtone, and when it came, he stealthily walked towards the sound, only to have it disconnected within three rings and the phone being turned off. But by that time, he had already derived the direction from which the sound was coming from and he made his way over to the pond, keeping to the trees so he wouldn’t be detected easily.
“…why would you want that?”
Parts of a conversation drifted into his ears and he paused, listening closely to what was going on.
“But…P’Prem…you know I always wanted to be in the same faculty as you?”
Was that…Nong Wayo? Prem’s unofficial boyfriend?
What on earth were they even doing in a place like this, away from prying eyes? Kit questioned as he stepped closer.
Kit peeked from behind the tree and spotted the couple on the bridge that was built over the pond. It was a secluded area where not many people were allowed, except for the Environment Club and the Agriculture faculty. But watching the couple interact now, Kit could tell that there was something certainly wrong with the scenario.
“Wanting to do something and being able to do it are two different things, Wayo!” Prem sounded frustrated…which was rare. Because Prem never really got angry with anyone.
“But…I can do it! I swear, I-”
“You faint at the sight of blood!” Prem finally snapped at Wayo, causing him to flinch back. “You think you can be a part of the Medical faculty where you need to work with blood all the time? What about when you have to work with cadavers? Will you be able to take it? Huh? Answer me!”
Prem took a hold of Wayo’s shoulders and shook him, and Kit felt sorry for the boy, but he knew he had no right to stop it. Prem and Wayo had known each other all their lives…so Prem should know him the best.
Still, he didn’t like the way Wayo was being treated.
“P’Prem…you’re hurting me…please…I’m sorry…” Wayo begged, tears streaming down his eyes.
Prem let go of Wayo and turned around, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Please leave, Wayo. You being here by cutting class is not how a young master should behave. Leave before your bodyguards find out.”
But instead of leaving, Wayo wrapped his arms around Prem’s back, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begged his PhiKit didn’t understand what he needed forgiveness for and this whole attitude that Prem was showing was so unlike him that Kit wanted to go over there and punch some sense into his friend, but for the sake of his privacy, he stayed quiet.
“Wayo…we’ll talk later.” Prem sighed, more frustrated than apologetic as he patted Wayo’s hair. “You should go now. Please.”
Wayo looked up at Prem, wiping his eyes as he nodded and turned around. The poor boy seemed to adore Prem very much, so Kit couldn’t understand why Prem was behaving in such a manner that seemed completely unlike the friend he knew.
But as Wayo left and Prem started pacing the length of the bridge restlessly, Kit decided that questionings could wait, since his friend didn’t appear to be in the right state of mind.
But as he turned to leave, he mistakenly stepped on a twig…and the snap of sound echoed through the trees, making Prem’s attention snap towards the direction of the tree Kit was hiding behind.
“Who’s there?” Prem’s angry voice called out, and Kit knew he had no other option but to show himself.
So he took a deep breath and left his refuge to face Prem, whose eyes widened in horror as soon as he saw him.
“How long have you been here?”