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Gun wondered into the hospital, lunch and a couple of boba tea in hand, in search of the love of his life.
He had never been to Tinn’s workplace and when Tinn informed Gun that he wasn’t able to meet him for lunch outside Gun’s studio, the only thing Gun could do was grab the orders and march into the hospital. Whenever they met up, which is extremely rare, Tinn always immediately ran away answering urgent calls. He did show up for Gun’s gigs and it was almost a ritual for them to hug each other off stage whenever Gun’s gig ended, that Gun’s workmates now knew that Tinn must be someone special to Gun, for them to always stare at each other, giggling. Gun didn’t like to make his love life public, and that fact didn’t go unnoticed by Tinn, who raised an eyebrow at Gun’s “friend” accusation, but didn’t make a big deal of it. After all, whenever they were alone, Gun made sure that Tinn was not his friend.
The moment the lift stopped at the third floor, Gun walked in, scrolling through his messages with Tinn and started searching for the Dr. Tinnaphob Jirawatthanakul, pediatrician. He paused at the door, his eyes gleaming, knowing that his boyfriend was just a door away. He knocked, patiently waiting for a “come in” but, nothing happened. The door suddenly opened and a woman, dressed like a nurse walked out, her eyes narrowing at the lunch and lack of children around him. He smiled sheepishly as she paused, waiting for an explanation.
“Is uh-” Gun dragged his sentence, trying to come up with a valid excuse, “Is Dr. Jirawatthanakul here?”
“And who is asking for him?” asked the nurse, her full lips squirming up with dissatisfaction.
“A friend” Gun replied, and as the silence expanded, he hesitated to add, “We’re supposed to be having lunch together”
The nurse’s eyes widened with surprise, as she took in his entire form and Gun felt weirdly out of place, in the denim trouser, black shirt, recently showered hair and mint green sketchers. A smile crawled on her lips as she opened the door and called out to Dr. Tinnaphob.
“Doctor!” her voice was loud and the single patient outside Tinn’s door looked up at them, “your boyfriend is here!”
Gun’s entire face went pale as the nurse giggled, nodded and moved away from the door, letting Gun pass. He took a beat before finding himself in a furnished room, entirely covered in white and rainbow colored posters for kids. A couple of soft toys sat in a corner of a mat and Gun’s lips curled up in a smile. The nurse ushered him in and closed the door, as Gun barely heard a vague “he’s gonna be busy for some time…” and felt a blush crawl up his face.
But he forgot everything the moment he saw the love of his life, seated at the table, gently placing the receiver of his phone back in its cradle. Gun often saw Tinn outside work and might’ve seen him in the white coat perhaps one time. But this was definitely the one and only time he saw Tinn in the full getup; white coat, glasses askew yet sat on his nose a bit too comfortably, hair disheveled, removing the stethoscope to place it on the table as he sported a greeting-like smile.
“Hey, you’re here” Tinn replied as Gun walked forward, twirling the lunch bag around his fingers.
“You said you were busy” Gun croaked, finding it suddenly hard to breathe.
Tinn started to loosen up his tie and Gun’s eyes couldn’t stop following the action, religiously. For some reason, seeing Tinn like this, in his workplace, was doing things to Gun, and Tinn knew that something was bothering him, so he rolled up to him, gently taking the boba tea tray from Gun’s hands, to place it on his side table.
“Are you okay?” Tinn asked, bending forward and Gun couldn’t help but peak at Tinn’s collarbone where a previous red bruise was slowly healing.
Flashbacks of two nights ago broke down in front of his eyelids without warning and Gun slowly swallowed remembering how hurt his throat was that night from screaming Tinn’s name over and over.
“You look gorgeous today” Gun supplied, letting his hands brush against the blush on his neck.
“Oh” Tinn managed to reply, trying his best to not blush at the compliment, as he nodded at the shopping bag twirling around Gun’s fingers, “Did you bring me lunch?”
“Oh yeah. You sounded like you needed lunch but don’t have time to eat it. So I brought you something”
Tinn’s eyes darkened suddenly, as he stood up and pulled Gun towards him, wrapping one arm around Gun’s waist. He pressed his lips against Gun’s ear, whispering seductively,
“I’m hungry. But not for lunch”
“The door” Gun whimpered, the moment he felt Tinn’s lips on his earlobe.
“Don’t worry about it” replied Tinn, simultaneously removing the bag from Gun’s fingers to place it on the table and nibble on Gun’s neck.
“Let’s have lunch first, doctor” Gun said and he could hear Tinn’s soft sigh.
“Gun…” Tinn whispered, “there is only one thing I’ve imagined us doing in this very room the first day you visited me, and it’s definitely not lunch”
Gun was hesitant for a second. He didn’t want Tinn to risk losing his medical liscence just because they ended up christening the place. But as he cupped Tinn’s pouty face in his hands and took a long look at him, he knew that he was about to throw caution to the wind and let Tinn have his way with him.
“Show me your fantasies, doctor” Gun whispered back. Tinn didn’t waste a single second as he pressed his lips against Gun’s inhaling him deeply.
Lifting Gun onto the table, Tinn kept their lips attached to each other as Gun nibbled on Tinn’s lips with a hunger that seemed beyond comprehension. Tinn hissed, the moment Gun’s teeth sank into Tinn’s lower lip as he pressed himself against Gun, who opened his legs with complete acceptance. Tinn’s hands were tangled in Gun’s shirt, as his fingers slid in, without minding the offending clothes.
“Fuck” Gun breathed, as Tinn’s lips danced onto Gun’s neck, gently sucking his skin, which managed to send tremors down Gun’s body at random intervals.
Gun’s fingers were drawn to Tinn’s trouser as he started to unbuckle his belt, the sultry sound managing to bring Tinn back from his reverie to the situation at hand.
“Gun, I can’t—“ Tinn started, but Gun’s hands left Tinn’s belt to cup the other’s face, forcing him to look at him.
Both their eyes were darkened with hunger, that was once deep sated, but now held warning signs in the air. Gun’s thumb caressed Tinn’s upper lip, pressing into the swollen petal, that was tingling from the fresh makeout.
“Shut up, like a good boy” Gun’s voice was a sultry whisper, but Tinn was completely focusing on him, “and fuck me until I can’t feel my legs for weeks, Dr. Tinnaphob”
A whine escaped Tinn’s lips as he crashed their lips together again, undoing Gun’s denim trouser with an urgency that Gun had never experienced. The younger continued undoing Tinn’s black trouser, and the moment he unzipped him, he felt Tinn’s hardness against his fingers. Gun immediately fell onto the ground to wrestle Tinn’s length from his underwear and press a gentle kiss at the slit.
“Gun, Jesus Christ” Tinn breathed, as his head rolled back and eyes fell shut. His fingers tangled in Gun’s messy hair, as Gun’s lips started enveloping him, eyes fluttering up to look at Tinn’s reaction.
Tinn looked heavenly and Gun took him completely in his mouth, managing to trigger his gag reflex, as he started coughing and gagging. Pulling back, he felt Tinn’s fingers curl around his hair, pressing him once against his length, as Gun salivated it, nibbling on the foreskin for good measure. Tinn’s hand which wasn’t tightening around Gun’s hair was pressed onto the wooden table, holding onto it as if his life depended on it. Tinn inhaled deeply as he felt Gun’s little suckling sounds, gurgling and mixing with the sloppy kisses he managed to give randomly.
Pulling out, Gun’s lips started a frivolous dance around his length, breathing in the scent that drove him crazy. Tinn looked down at the flushed boy, and pulled him up by his hair, to seal their lips together in a frenzy. He could taste himself on Gun’s lips and that reason only managed to send shivers down his spine.
“Fuck me” Gun murmured the moment, Tinn’s lips decorated his face instead of his lips and Tinn was ready to comply.
He turned Gun over, pressing the boy onto the table as his legs were spread wild apart. The sudden movement made Gun grip onto the corners of the table, toppling the pen holder and desk calender, but the doctor was too focused on him to care. Tinn’s fingers gripped onto Gun’s denim loops as he pulled them down, expertly, earning a gasp from Gun, who pressed his face on the table to suppress the blush.
His length being lubed and ready (courtesy of Gun and his expert sucking), Tinn brought his fingers to Gun’s mouth, plunging them inside. This unexpected action from someone as calm and patient (not really) as Tinn made Gun confused but he didn’t have much time to act, as he felt Tinn’s fingers slowly reach his throat. To not gag again, Gun let his tongue moisten them before Tinn pulled out and instead drove it up inside Gun, who felt the wind knock him out completely. He closed his eyes, as Tinn started to moisten him gently, using one finger.
“Move, baby.” Tinn whispered, holding the younger steady in his arms, “move slowly. There we go. Just like that”
If Gun could cry, this was the best time to do so, as he felt Tinn’s endearing voice in his ear as he kept plunging his finger inside him, gently massaging the walls. As Tinn pulled out, Gun almost cried, missing the gentle touch. But before he could say anything, Tinn entered him from behind.
“Fuck”
“Shh” Tinn hushed him, gripping his throat with his fingers, as he moved his hips in a circular motion, gently filling him. Gun squirmed under him, breathing heavily as Tinn’s chokehold kept getting stronger. He pressed his lips to the side of Gun’s head, as he moved against the younger boy, gradually ruining him for anyone else. Tinn’s other hand found Gun’s shaft, as he started to move his hands up and down, massaging him.
Gun enjoyed sex with Tinn for sure. The other knew how to control him whenever he wanted to be controlled and to be controlled whenever Gun wanted to take the upper hand. They switched whenever they had sex, but Gun enjoyed being plummeted more than fucking Tinn. But the soft noises that Tinn gave out whenever Gun was topping drove him crazy. But the same noises were emanating his lips now, in bottomless wonder. But quickies as such, was new to both of them. This was the first time they had sex in either’s workplace and that only managed to drive him insane.
The grip Tinn had around Gun’s throat made it harder to swallow the lump that was lodged somewhere in his throat, but it just made the experience more gratifying. Tinn’s breath against his ear and the warm breath made their lovemaking all the more intimate. Suddenly Tinn’s moves started to get stronger, as he plunged deeper into Gun, his hips pounding against Gun’s butt. Tinn’s breathing got heavier as well, as he whispered sweet nothings in Gun’s ear, only for them to hear.
Gun felt himself close, as Tinn’s hand started getting stronger on his length, brining him extremely close to a sudden ejaculation. Gun gripped Tinn’s hips against his, as Tinn’s hip movements and hand movements started increasing in pace.
“Stay inside” Gun pleaded in a croak, “Please, stay inside”
Gun came first, soaking the table and drenching Tinn’s hand and at the warm semen dripping from his fingers, Tinn shot inside Gun, both of them crumpling onto the table, weary and exhausted. Tinn wrapped his arms around Gun, as he stayed inside Gun and his dripping entrance, not willing to move out from him. Gun gently wrapped his arms around Tinn’s arms, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as Tinn’s face dipped into Gun’s neck.
“Are you gonne come out from me anytime, doctor?” Asked Gun, as Tinn whimpered and fell back into his clumsy yet whipped persona, the moment he pulled out and fell onto his chair.
Gun turned around and the sight managed to make his breath hitch. Just with his trouser open, shirt untucked, white coat askew and spectacles hanging off his nose, Tinn was a seductive sight to see. Not bothering to pull up his denim, Gun crawled onto Tinn’s lap, wrapping his arms around the doctor’s neck, as they shared a sweet kiss and a couple more pecks.
“Come, lets clean you up”
Once cleaned up and dressed in the extra outfit he kept for emergencies, Tinn grabbed the boba tea from the side table, placing one infront of his boyfriend.
“Here” he smiled.
Gun, who was collecting the fallen items off the floor to place them on his table, grinned at him. He grabbed the boba and sat himself in Tinn’s chair, swiveling in childlike wonder.
“Are you offering me compensation for my service, doctor?”
“This is my dowry” Tinn said and the moment he said it, they both froze.
“Oh”
The elephant in the room managed to walk away when they both took noisy sips from the boba tea, turning to each other simultaneously to bicker at the offending sound. Tinn watched his boyfriend swivel in his chair, as Tinn leaned against the table smiling down at him. He used his leg to stop the swiveling, to bend forward and press a kiss on Gun’s fingers, gripping tightly onto the boba tea.
“Charmer” Gun whispered.
“You’re too attractive to not kiss” Tinn counter attacked.
The boba tea was once again forgotten when they joined their lips, smiling into the gentle kiss.