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Yai is not a good guy. Anyone who says otherwise is either too drunk from Yai’s sweet talk or his booze collection to realize the truth.
He’s selfish and a bit ruthless at times, especially to people that stand between him and his goals. See, his dad is aware of this and has long accepted this as just Yai’s enduring traits—his sister, Ying, bless her soul, still tries to drag Yai into the light. His dad is mostly okay about it, because hey, those are fine personality traits for his business empire heir to have, if not for one teensy issue:
Yai is also kind of… reckless.
Okay, he’ll admit it; he’s not just kind of reckless, he’s the stupendously reckless type who would absolutely crash a Bentley with himself in it into another guy’s car, if said guy was also the class representative responsible for wrecking Yai’s perfect GPA by giving false information on when the deadline for the Corporate Financial Accounting final report was due.
And no, that wasn’t an overkill reaction, because it’s not like the guy is dead or anything. It was just a light head-on collision anyway; it wasn’t Yai’s fault that the guy wasn’t smart enough to wear a seatbelt!
So. Yeah. Whatever. Let by gones be by gones.
Anyways, Yai’s recklessness and ruthlessness come together like mangoes and sticky rice—or maybe gasoline and a lighter?—so when he saw the opportunity to humiliate a love rival on camera, of course, Yai took it.
Maybe Yai should’ve seen it coming. His reckless schemes rarely bear fruit, after all, but he thought that maybe this time it was the right season for it.
Which, it definitely isn’t, since the whole plot not only escalates but backfires on him.
He wasn’t planning to actually have sex with the guy, okay. Stripping him almost naked and tying him on the bed, yes, and maybe leaving behind several pieces of incriminating evidence that would later be edited by Phong, but not actually fucking him.
Or well, in Yai’s case; getting fucked by him.
That was a disaster and a half. And yes, it was kind of hot getting fucked when slightly drugged out of his senses but man, he would’ve preferred to at least have the choice to do so? And yes, he could’ve said no or at least deck Mangkorn in the face just as he did to Yai and dragged himself out of the room, but then Mangkorn just used one arm to hold both of Yai’s wrists and then he licked his ear before nipping his earlobe and Yai just let out the most embarrassing moan because that’s his weak spot right there, and when Mangkorn whispered, “Do you want me to continue?” and Yai just—
Nodded.
Fuck, he should stop thinking with his dick. Especially since his ass is not thanking him for the bare-minimum preparation before Mangkorn just straight-up shoved his dick into him.
(And yes, maybe he should’ve been honest and said ‘I fell on a big dick’ instead of ‘I tripped on a roll-on deodorant’ but his usual doctor, Dr. Noo, wasn’t around, okay, so excuse him if he wasn’t exactly keen on revealing the truth to a random doctor who looked to be around his father’s age—not that it mattered since that asshole, Mangkorn, dropped the whole truth without an ounce of embarrassment and with a ton of pride)
In the end, all those mortifying series of events and more bring him to his current circumstances: In the middle of a posh bathroom at a pool party that he gatecrashed as P’Da’s plus one, all for the sake of getting rid of that goddamn video that Mangkorn is holding over him, only to get cornered and caught by said guy when he was about to triumphantly swan out of the room. Yet Mangkorn completely flipped the switch instead of flipping out and things escalated to the point where Yai is on his knees trying to earn his forgiveness and while a part of him is screaming what the fuck, Yai, that part is not as loud as the one cheering him on.
Yai is reckless and thinks with his dick when he’s not in class or dealing with an avalanche of work-related spreadsheets and slides. So, when Mangkorn says, “Call me boss, and you’ll be employee,” whatever reservations Yai has about this whole thing pretty much jumped out the window.
Yai was totally game.
But then Mangkorn shoved a bottle of soap into his open mouth as if thinking that this whole thing was a joke when Yai is already hard and well.
There’s no way he’s leaving this bathroom without wringing out an orgasm from Mangkorn.
“But sir,” Yai says, widening his eyes purposely to project a naive, newly-hired, recent university graduate, this-is-my-first-job-and-I-want-to-do-my-best look as he places his palm directly on top of Mangkorn’s groin. “I thought you needed me to help you with this.” Yai grasps Mangkorn’s cloth-covered erection for emphasis, and Mangkorn lets out a groan in surprise.
“Please, sir,” Yai continues, rising from the floor to nuzzle Mangkorn’s clothed-covered dick, “I really want to do my best to meet my first-year KPI.”
Mangkorn hasn’t said a thing, but his heavy breathing tells Yai that he’s totally into it. “Can’t we help each other, sir?” Yai says, eyes finally meeting Mangkorn’s. “I promise I won’t disappoint,” Yai continues, maintaining his eye contact with Mangkorn as his tongue slides out to lavish Mangkorn’s cock outline with kitten licks.
Mangkorn looks at Yai with arousal burning in his eyes, fists and jaw clenched. Yai doesn’t know what Mangkorn’s waiting for, really, so he pulls back and sits back on his knees, before saying in a pleading tone, “Please sir, let me suck your dick.”
The explicit words seem to be what set Mangkorn off—or so Yai thought when he saw Mangkorn rising from his seated position. However, instead of giving Yai a bruising kiss or pushing Yai’s head to bury it in his crotch, Mangkorn walks past Yai, and Yai was about to screech in offense because how dare he—
But then he hears the sound of the bathroom lock being engaged and in the next second, is yanked to his feet by his collar. Yai barely registered what happened before Mangkorn’s lips were on him.
Yai has barely spent a day kissing Mangkorn, and most of his memories about it is hazier than he’d liked, but he knows he likes how Mangkorn kiss; a full-on embrace that locks Yai’s body from moving, giving him barely any space to breathe in anything but Mangkorn. Yai’s moan barely drifts out into the air before it’s swallowed up again by Mangkorn’s lips.
Yai’s harder than he has ever been, and although he’d love to let Mangkorn kiss him for hours on end, just to feel the bruises on his lips that he knows Mangkorn wouldn’t hesitate to gift him, Yai wants more and he wants it now. So, he wriggles around Mangkorn and pulls down his speedos. Mangkorn gets the message immediately; unbuttoning Yai’s shirt and unfastening his pants in succession without further instruction.
“So you want to help me, Yai?” Mangkorn says suddenly in his ear, continuing their roleplay from before as he pulls down Yai’s own pants. “Have you been trained on how to be a good cocksucker?”
“Yes, sir,” Yai answers, “but I’ve never had to handle something this big before,” which is, funnily enough, true. Mangkorn’s dick is really quite something; none of his previous partners can compare. Yai never thought he was a size queen, but apparently, exceptions can be made when it comes to Mangkorn.
Mangkorn bites Yai’s neck in response to his words before continuing. “Well, if you do a great job at this,” he says after Yai yowls from both the pain and pleasure from the bite, “I’ll make sure to give you fantastic marks at our next performance evaluation meeting.”
Yai can feel himself on the verge of going under, the need to please overwhelming everything else. Yai can also feel Mangkorn pushing him down, the cold bathroom tiles meeting his knees the only thing stopping him from fully entering subspace. Mangkorn’s erection stands in front of him, and Yai immediately puts the head inside his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as he looks up at Mangkorn.
“That’s it, Yai,” Mangkorn says as Yai starts bobbing his head up and down. “You’re doing such a good job, Nong.”
Yai laps up the praise hungrily, eyes looking up at Mangkorn, starving for more and more. Yai wants to be more than just good—he wants to be great; he wants to be remarkable. Mangkorn looks at Yai and understanding dawns upon him, followed by words of praises falling out of Mangkorn’s mouth as Yai takes in Mangkorn’s entire length all the way into the back of his throat, tears starting to brim from his eyes as Yai holds it in as long as he could.
Yai makes a sucking motion before letting go and starting all over again, and from below him, Yai can see that Mangkorn looks as ruined as Yai feels, perspiration traveling from his forehead to his cheeks as his groans grew more uncontrollable. Despite this, Mangkorn lets Yai sets his own pace, and while Yai appreciates that, he still wants more, and so he pulls out Mangkorn’s dick and whines out, “Sir, please guide me,” and puts Mangkorn’s palm at the back of Yai’s head, giving him the permission he needs to take what he wants from Yai, to control Yai as if he’s an instrument designed strictly for Mangkorn’s pleasure.
“Fuck,” Mangkorn lets out, the foul word falling from his mouth like a call to prayer. “You’re a wonder, aren’t you, Nong,” he continues as he starts using Yai’s mouth as he wants to be used, recklessly and ruthlessly, as if Mangkorn is selfishly seeking only his own pleasure without any care for Yai’s own. Yet his words is a contrast to his motion, a litany of exaltation that is pushing Yai downwards, closer and closer to the space where nothing matters except the contentment that comes from being an object that elicits pleasure.
Then Mangkorn says, “such a perfect subordinate, my most talented employee,” before flooding Yai’s mouth with his cum, and Yai’s just gone, his wails echoing at the walls, as he too, came all over the bathroom floor.
Yai’s all floaty now, gratification flooding his being from the satisfaction of being well-used. He thinks he hears Mangkorn says something and shakes him at one point and Yai pushes him away weakly because he dislikes being moved around when he’s like this, dazed out of his mind.
Eventually, Yai’s mind settles back, moving out of subspace, and the first thing he saw as his vision refocused is Mangkorn’s naked back.
“You know, you’re quite good at this,” Yai says as he leans back at the bathroom mirror standing behind him, since he’s apparently been moved at some point from being on the floor to sitting on the sink.
Mangkorn turns around from where he’s apparently toweling off his body. “At what?”
“You know, being a dom?” Yai tentatively puts a foot down to see if he’s steady enough to stand on his own. “Your aftercare session needs work, though.”
Which is true. There’s literally a bathtub in this bathroom; Yai would’ve appreciated a warm soak—and to be honest, some cuddling—before they go on their separate ways.
“...what are you talking about?”
Yai stops buttoning up his shirt and narrows his eyes at Mangkorn, who looks confused. “Did we not just do a BDSM scene, just now?”
“...wait, what?”
Yai’s eyes probably look like slits by now because Mangkorn has got to be joking, right? He cannot possibly just imply that this is the first time he ever did a BDSM scene.
Right?
But Mangkorn’s expression did not look any less confused, so no, there’s no gotcha moment here.
Mangkorn is not kidding.
“Oh my god, you’re a baby dom,” Yai exclaims, absolutely aghast at this fact, that he blurted out:
“I just had one of the greatest sex in my life and it’s with a baby dom.”
Mangkorn raises an eyebrow as he towels off his hair. “That sounds like a compliment, but I feel like there’s an insult implied there.”
Yai shakes his head and took a deep breath. “Have you never really dabbled in BDSM?” Yai asks incredulously. “Like, at all?”
“Nope, not really,” Mangkorn shrugs, looking completely at ease over this earth-shattering fact that he just decides to casually bomb Yai with. “I know it involves a lot of leather and bondage and…” he trails off, looking unsure. “Wait, what does the acronym stand for again?”
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”