Wrists tightly bounded on either side of his head, Singto growled.
Goddamnit!
"Kit, go faster."
The slender male sitting on him shook his head. "Punishment." Krist murmured between bitten lips as he go up and down on his cock in an agonizingly slow tempo.
Relinquishing control was never Singto's cup of tea.
Until now.
With his inability to hold his pet's mouth in place, it was pure torture watching Krist go down on him earlier. The texture of that rough tongue licking its way from his balls to his tip and all the way back down again drove him crazy. More so when his veiny tip was suckled and the skin of his length was nipped.
Now that his engorged cock was being 'suckled' by a different vacuum, Singto can feel his self-control slip away from his fingertips. If Krist's movement would not speed up anytime soon, the bedpost will be broken.
Palms on his chest, legs on either side of his thighs, head thrown back as he rode his cock, the other male looked like a sex god who went down from the heavens to punish him.
Sweat trickled down Krist's brows in strain. In Singto's mind, He had lapped each drop like a man dehydrated for weeks. "Come closer. Let me kiss you."
Disoriented, it took more than a few seconds and a couple of agonizing wiggling for the other male to lower his upper body and meet their lips. Singto lightly bit the supple lower lip hovering over his. He felt like he had died a thousand deaths to finally have a taste of this sweetness.
Krist's fingers caressed his cheeks as their lips touched softly- savoring the feel of being with each other again. Such moment should not be dirtied by the usual fuck Singto was used to. For the first time that day, he was grateful for being shackled to the bed. "Are you sure this is a punishment?"
A rough tongue licked the crack on his lips. "When the clock strikes 12 midnight, you will not touch me. Can I have your word?"
12 midnight?
"When will the ban be lifted?"
Krist loudly gasped when he moved his hips for his cock to go deeper inside. "Until when, Kit?"
"Annhhgg. . . Nnngghh" Singto felt Krist's body shudder on top of him and his hands clutched on his forearms.
His thrusts became faster as the other male repeatedly moaned out his name in sheer bliss. "You're so tight. Hmmmnnn. . . Fuck. You're making me cum!"
"Sing. . Ahhhh.. . Ah . . Ah . . Annnghh. . . Deep nnnghhnnn deeper. . . Sing give me more. . . Go deeper please!"
"Fuck!" He cursed. "Give me your cherries. Let me bite on them and I'll fuck you harder."
Without any second thoughts, Krist angled his chest towards his mouth which latched on his right bud immediately.
"Ahhhhh. . . Good . . Ahhhh ah ah. . . Sing. . . Sing slow dow-aaahhhh!"
Deaf to his lover's pleas, Singto continued his rhythm mindless of the biting pain on his wrists. On top of him, Krist twitched and thrusted his ass in synchrony to his every move. The pink buds he was playing with hardened even more as his tongue licked on their tip and surrounding skin along with his thrusts.
The rough work out might have been too much for Krist because after more than a handful of minutes, he shuddered and moaned out Singto's name one last time before he spurred a fountain of cum between their stomach. Patiently, Singto waited for the other male to resurrect from his little death while kissing his brows. Needless to say, the cloths Krist used to shackle him to the bed were torn.
"Happy?"
Still a bit dazed, Krist shook his head. "Not enough. You owe me three years."
"Three orgasms?" He frowned. Stopping himself earlier already depleted his life energy. Two more would kill him!
Again, Krist shook his head. "Three months. You're not allowed to cum without permission for three months. After midnight, you're not allowed to touch me at all . . . except for hugs. You need to hold me in my sleep as punishment."
Singto felt like he was sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment. There must be something wrong with his ears. That wasn't three months, right? "Three . . . months?"
Krist frowned at him. "Would you prefer a full year?"
Realizing that asking for it to be lowered to three days or at least three weeks would solicit unwanted extension, he immediately retreated.
He'd suffer for three months rather than 365 days!
Nibbling on his collarbone, Krist murmured; "I will not tie you on the bed next time. Please keep your promise or I'll extend the punishment."
Succumbing to whatever his turtle demanded from him, he raised the other's head and lightly kissed him on the lips. "Whatever you want, Kit. I'll give you everything you want as long as you stay with me."
"Hmmmnn. Keep your promise this time, Sing. I don't want another stupid breakup because you don't trust me enough to stay."
"I'm so-"
"It was hard without you. I don't want to go through it again."
Silent tears slid down Krist's eyes. This was the first time Singto saw him cry and he was clueless about what he should do. Panicking inside, he wiped the flowing teardrops as gently as he can with his trembling hands. "I'm sorry. I was a jerk for walking out on you leaving only a measly note. That misunderstanding is a poor excuse for hurting you all this time. Please don't cry, Kit." He whispered. "I hate myself for making you cry."
"We failed to do it right before. What if we break up again?"
"Not this time. If you'll let me, I can get our marriage license by tomorrow morning and we can wave our wedding by lu-"
"Wedding?"
Proud of himself for thinking ahead, Singto smiled. "I had my lawyers prepare our papers before I showed myself to you. I've even sighed a prenup for you to have half of-"
"Hang on! What if we didn't get back?"
"Kit, I love you as much as you love me. While you were in agony in the past three years, So was I. I knew in my heart you were waiting for me and I only need to lay my trap for you to be mine."
He bestowed another kiss on the delicious lips he missed. "No need to think too much. Losing each other is not an option. I don't Take now and you can't say 'no'. We don't have any choice but to make this work or die trying."
"Is this head just for show? Tell me honestly, Krist. This is an empty skull, isn't it?"
Prem even knocked the back of his head as if to check if it was hallowed or not.
Bright went on with his angry reprimand. "He broke up with you with a piece of paper with a couple of sentences. How can you just forget such unfair treatment? Did he buy you a submarine?!"
"No?"
"Rome said you resigned because of him. Did he threaten you to get back to him?"
"No. I willingly signed the marriage contra-"
"Marriage?! Did you say marriage?" Knot exclaimed.
Nervous, Krist scratched his head. "Singto said it would be best if we got married right away."
Rome along with Prem and Tutah stood from their seat and opened the door to his husband who had been waiting outside ever since he was prohibited to step in. As soon as Singto was hauled inside, he was surrounded by his friends who were acting like third-rate hoodlums.
"Guys he-"
"Shut it, Krist. This demon poisoned your mind. Knot and I will beat him up for you." Prem punched his palm aggressively.
Krist saw Rome flinch but like him, his friend could not pacify the others. He could barely see his husband through his friends' bigger physique.
"You picked on the wrong guy. Our Krist is not someone you can toy with. You're Wayo's fiancé! How cou-"
"Wayo's married. Krist and I had a double wedding with him an-"
"Double wedding!" Tutah's loud gasp filled Bright's office. "This is bigamy!"
His exclamation resulted in him receiving a hard slap at the back of his head from Prem. "He can't marry two people in one day. If it was a double wedding, it could be that there was a fourth person."
"Wayo and Godt also took thei-" Singto attempted to explain but was once again cut off.
"Tell me, did you make Krist believe he was marrying you while in fact, it was your butler that he married?" Bright asked. "Wait? It wasn't your butler but your driver, right?"
"No. Our marriage certificate clearly had my name beside Krist's."
As his friends continued to conduct their stupid 'interrogation', Krist felt like digging a hole and hide. How can he face Singto after such second-hand embarrassment?
When he thought it would never be over, his ever-dependable best friend finally spoke. "So what's the deal?"
"No deal. Krist decided to forgive my mistake and to give me another chance."
"That's too many chances already!" Tutah screeched. "You don't deserve it!"
Krist sighed. He didn't prolong his husband's agony by playing hard-to-get knowing full well that at the end of the day, he'd come running back to Singto. At some point, it was his fault for allowing his friends to send such misleading messages and playing along with them.
He's not stupid. After losing three years due to an unbelievably moronic misunderstanding, he simply wanted to be with Singto.
"I love Krist. I was wrong before and I'm very sorry for that. We already lost three years. If he didn't give me this chance, you'd still see me as his shadow following him wherever he goes until he gives me a chance."
"You made him stupid!" Prem complained.
"A total idiot!" Bright added.
"I don't like you," Tutah said. "But you're hot."
Knot offered a handshake to his husband. "We trust our friend's judgment. Not you. Krist. No need for you to get our consent. Just make him happy and we're good."
Singto shook the hand offered to him. "No problem. And . . . Thank you. Krist didn't say it but I know how important your approval is for him."
Rome appeared beside him out of nowhere. Very discreetly, he asked. "What's his punishment?"
"He's under six months of probationary period as a husband. First three months, he can't cum unless I allow him to. After 12 midnight, he's not allowed to touch me. No exceptions unless I lifted the ban." He smirked.
"Oh shit! If it wasn't a submarine, what did he buy?"
Krist gestured for Rome to keep it between them. "I own half of his properties upon marriage and I have the keys to his car collection."
"Including that Ferrari 250 GTO?"
"Yes. That Ferrari."
Behind their backs, they gave each other a high-five.
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