With Herculean strength, Singto stooped himself from walking out on his mother. . . and his fiancé. How can he skip mentioning his lovely fiancé who made his night eventful. Too eventful for him to focus on anything that morning.
"You look perfect in white, dear. What do you think Sing?"
Knowing his mother's evil temper, Singto looked at Krist and forced himself to focus only on the suit. Just the white suit.
"Looks great." Don't look. Don't look. Don't-Shit!
When his eyes spotted a red spot on Krist's neck nearly exposed by his undershirt's open button, he almost tumbled on his feet just to get close to his fiancé as soon as he can- before his mother with eyes of a hawk sees the mark he accidentally left last night.
His fingers moved like flash as he buttoned up Krist's shirt. After smoothening imaginary creases on the other's shoulders he accidentally looked at the face he didn't want to see.
Would it be too bad if he says he prefers this man naked?
Singto swallowed the frog in his throat. "I like this way better." With that, he moved away right away.
One more whiff of Krist's scent and his libido would reach crescendo. He might do something inappropriate which might shock the seamstress. His mother would be happy though. She might even call for someone to bring her camera to record everything.
Argh!
"Your preference is a bit stiffening." Krist commented. "Buttoning up my shirt all the way makes me uncomfortable."
As if. We both know you prefer I remain stiff.
"Did you sleep late last night? You look tired. Is the room uncomfortable?"
"Tired?" Singto asked while pulling his length out of the hot channel spasming around him.
"Nnnno. .." Pitiful eyes stared up at him. "Stay inside Singto. Ahhhnnn yesss ahhh."
One more time, he slowly plunged his cock inside Krist's wet ass just like what the younger male wanted him to do. White fingers clutched at the duvet as he moved so slowly to allow the other to get used to him.
When the soft humps nestling him started to meet his thrusts, he went deeper and moved faster.
"Singto! Can you please get your head out of the clouds? I've been calling you for ages!"
Caught daydreaming, Singto immediately apologized to his mother.
"Will you be able to come tonight? Krist said he'll attend for your sister. You know how Serra can be when she felt like we're not giving her enough attention."
A ball will be held tonight for the princess. Unlike the crown prince who already has a fiancé, the eldest child of the current king and queen still doesn't have one. So, it was decided that eligible males will be introduced to the princess tonight and hopefully she'll pick one.
Of course, Singto doesn't need to attend such occasion. He's already working day and night after his father passed along 80%of his tasks to this small prince on his 18th birthday. To say he's making the court decisions now is not an exaggeration. The only thing needed to have everything set in stone for him would be his coronation.
"I already freed my morning for this appointment, mom. There's no guarantee I can finish my paperworks on time but if I can, I'll show up no later than 10." Burying himself with work might make him forget the unspeakable things he did with Krist the night before.
"I'll stay in my room and wait for you. If you can't come, I don't think I should too."
Singto raised a brow at Krist. "Why is that so?"
His fiancé gave him a cold smile. "Tongues might wag and unsolicited rumors about Serra turning into my fiancé might resurface. Prevention is better than cure."
"That's right. Some council members even made a petition for us to make Serra Krist's fiancé. Of course I thwarted their stupid ideas. Serra should just focus on giving me beautiful grandchildren while you two work on making our kingdom a wonderful place to live in. That's what rulers do and Serra can't do that. Not with how childish-"
"Mom." He decided to cut her off. There's no need for her to go over Serra's inability to rule.
"Singto and I will join you when he's done working." Beside his mom, Krist smiled. "No need to send someone to fetch me, I'll come together with him."
Singto's brain short circuited right then and there. It was an innocent sentence. Just him and his fiancé going together to the ball.
So why can he hear Krist's whine on his ear begging to cum together?
As a man brought up to be a king lording over millions of people, Singto's rarely loses his cool. Self-control, critical thinking and wisdom. All of which are inculcated deep in his bones for him to be a great ruler.
And yet, he's nothing but a shell of the man he thought he in face of his current situation.
Krist sleeping on his bed.
Angelically, if he may add.
His wristwatch chimed- reminding him that there's only 15 minutes remaining before 10PM. This would be the best time to wake his fiancé up for them to be at the ball in time. The most reasonable thing to do would be to shake the beauty on his bed awake so all evil thoughts running in his mind would be avoided.
But he couldn't bring himself to do so knowing full well he was the reason why Krist badly needed rest.
As he lowered himself on his bed to sit comfortably, he noticed Krist's phone. The song 'Pretty Please' by Dua Lipa was on its last few seconds. Taking note of the said song, he waited for the next one to pop-up on the Spotify icon. When it did, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when he saw 'Buttons' by the Pussycat Dolls. Is Krist into such 'needy' songs?
Maybe it was just a random playlist.
"Sing?"
When he heard the soft voice calling him, he lowered the phone back on the bed and looked at Krist. The latter looked sleepy with his tousled hair and droopy eyes. To put it bluntly, he looked like a child woken up from his afternoon nap.
"Why am I here?"
Seems like he walked into my room during one of his 'attacks'.
"You really need to take your medicine. We never know when your disor-"
"Ah!" Krist exclaimed. Seems like he finally realized what happened. "This is the first time, right?"
Each night he had Krist in his arms, Singto knew the other would forget what happened. No matter how amazing each moment was, the younger male would never remember what transpired during his 'attacks'. He's well-aware of that. He even tried to fight off the other's seduction knowing that he was not conscious of his actions. And yet. . . hearing Krist ask about possible times he went to Singto's room unconsciously made his heart ache.
He feels like his nights for almost two months with the sweet and beautiful man he fell in love with were nothing but lies.
Another reason why he hates this sexsomniac. Fuck him and his blasted disorder!
He took a deep calming breath in his head. Biting his tongue, he chose to dodge the bullet. "We better go or we'll be late. It's almost ten."
Singto forced himself to act like he usually does the entire walk to the ballroom. No small talk. No contact. Nothing.
That's what he and Krist are to each other.
Nothing.
He better remind himself or he might do something stupid like expect more from this shit of a fiancé.
The second his sister spotted Krist, she left everything in her wake. The queen gave Singto an apologetic look which he answered with a shrug. He knew Serra loves Krist and the latter would opt for his sister if given a chance.
Krist never missed an opportunity to let him know his thoughts. That's the main reason why he hates Krist.
The younger male he calls fiancé would always remind him how inadequate he is compared to females.
Hands fisting on his sides, he cursed everyone who got him in this situation. He was too busy fuming inside to notice Krist's stolen glances. Nor did he see his sister's eyes filled with jealousy each time Krist would look towards him.
In his eyes filtered with negative emotions towards everyone around him, he only saw his fiancé and his sister happily exchange smiles while dancing.
Since this is how things are, his mother should just let his sister marry Krist. As for him, he'll marry someone else and wear the crown as planned if needed.
Only then can he lick his wounded heart and silently move on from 'hating' Krist.
Pete and Kao were worried about him. Ever since his sister's ball, he became colder than he originally was. Who wouldn't be when jealousy got the better of them?
For almost three weeks, his beloved sister and lovely fiancé spent time together like an engaged couple. Each time Krist comes by to see Serra, Singto would only spare the younger male a glance before retreating to his office and burry himself with work. Why bother saying a word or two when he knew who the younger male came to see?
Kao countlessly invited him to come out and play outside even just for a couple of days but he strongly declined. When asked why, he'd only say there's work to be done when in fact he's finishing future paperworks. When the time comes when he couldn't hold out anymore, he'd leave his post peacefully without any problems to Krist who'd most likely take his place as crown prince- his engagement with Serra which appears to be not that far off in the future.
"I know you don't like your fiancé but letting him spend time with your sister this much is beyond me. Sing, what are you thinking?" Pete asked while looking outside his window. Most probably, he was watching 'the couple' below them flirt.
"If you ask auntie, I'm sure she'd listen to you and have Serra marry Krist instead. There's no need for this disgusting cheating play out in the open which got the people in the palace talk about. You're making yourself pitiful." Kao inserted.
"Is this still about Serra not being good enough?"
Singto sighed at Pete's question. "The Ruangroj would always marry someone from the north. That's tradition. Mom's from the north and so is her best friend which she made a pact with to become a family through their children. Adding the fact of being fujoshies, both mom and auntie decided to marry off their firstborn sons to each other. The problem is not about my sexual orientation. I'm fine with either men or women as long as they can rule beside me so having Krist as my fiancé is no issue."
"But Serra loves him." Pete supplied.
"With the way things are, he seems to love her too." Kao added.
He tiredly laid his head on his chair. Would it be too much if he said he doesn't want the crown now?
"You can get another bride from the north. The king and queen would surely understand if you'd fall in love with someone else. We all know how much you hate Krist."
"Hate, huh." Hearing such a word being used by Pete to describe how he feels towards his fiancé added to the injury he was sporting.
"Sing, I know how you feel." Kao stood near his table and murmured. "Even Pete doesn't know but I do. I've noticed it and I'm sorry you're going through this. If everything's too much, please tell us. We'll listen to you. Even if it doesn't make sense to us, we'll still listen to you. We got your back even if it's as crazy as going over BL materials. That's what we are as your friends are for."
Singto greatly appreciated the message. "Thanks. I tried talking to mom and dad. I've been talking to them ever since the ball but they won't budge." Finally, he opened up. "Mom said Krist's in love with me."
Pete who only got what he said and not Kao's maliciously responded. "I'm not seeing the love shit."
Kao looked towards Pete before defeatedly agreeing to his boyfriend's statement. "I. . . I also think she's wrong."
Then, his friend murmured. "I'm sorry, Singto."
Singto nodded his head. He knew in his head that his mother blatantly lied to him but his heart- that dumb thing in his chest, badly wanted her words to be true.
"I'll try with auntie after dinner. We'll see what she has to say."
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