Chapitre 19: Chapter 18: Drunken Kisses
"Move." Dunk said with as much strength he could, without stuttering. "You're blocking my way."
Maybe it was because he smelt so good? Even though he appeared sweaty and tired, but still, Dunk could get a whiff of his perfume since they were in such close proximity, and mixed with the scent of his sweat... it felt intoxicating.
It should've been disgusting, and in all honesty, Dunk was questioning if he needed to see a psychiatrist if he suddenly thought Joong Archen was intoxicating. But he couldn't help it. The closer they got…the more he got a whiff of that scent…Dunk just wanted to lean in and rest his head in the crook of Joong's neck.
"You didn't answer my question." Joong's lips tilted up further, almost like he could feel Dunk's internal struggle and was relishing in it. "What is it, Mr. Natachai Nimtawat? Can't get enough of me?"
"Move, ai sat!" Dunk pressed his hands to Joong's chest, trying to push him away, but before he could, Joong moved forward, placing his hands on either side of Dunk on the counter, trapping him in.
Now, they were chest to chest, Joong's body pressed to his as their faces came merely inches apart. Dunk noticed him doing it again, that way that he kept looking at his lips and licking his own…it was as if Joong wanted to kiss him but was holding back, badly.
"Look at you," this time, it was Dunk's lips that tilted up in a little smirk. "You can't even keep your hands off of me! And you think I was following you around? That I was the one who can't get enough of you? Speak for yourself!"
"I never denied it."
That confession threw Dunk completely offguard. "What?"
"I said I never denied it, that I can't get enough of you." This time, when Joong met Dunk's eyes, he could clearly see the desire there, raw and unrestrained. "Seeing you like this…all drunk and flustered, it makes me want to take advantage of you."
Fuck, why did that sound sexy? Dunk swallowed hard, and Joong's eyes went to his throat instantly, following the bob of his adam's apple.
And before either of them knew what was happening, Joong's lips were on Dunk's throat, placing the tenderest of kisses on his nape, making an involuntary shudder run down his spine.
The hands that he had placed on Joong's chest to push him away only a short few seconds before, he now felt them reacting with the completely opposite intent. Instead of pushing him, his fingers curled around the lapels of Joong's jacket, pulling him even closer, so that there wasn't even space for air between them.
Dunk's eyes closed of their own accord as Joong's lips continued to kiss his nape, making his feel things he absolutely shouldn't be feeling, especially not for the man he thought of as an enemy. Their first night together had been a drunken mistake, one that he regretted till this day.
And yet, here he was again, making another drunken mistake and letting things escalate between them, that too in a bar washroom!
Joong's hands were suddenly on his hips, and before a word of protest could escape his lips, Dunk felt himself being lifted up and set on the washroom counter, with Joong parting his legs to make room for himself between them.
"Joong!" Dunk caught hold of Joong's shoulders to steady himself. He was feeling lightheaded and the world around him seemed blurry again. All except for Joong's face.
It was the only thing that he could focus on. The way his eyes appeared hooded, drunk on passion; the way his hair fell onto his forehead in waves and the way his dark pink lips looked so inviting that nothing else seemed to matter to him anymore.
Joong's hands shifted from his thighs, up to his waist before going under his shirt to rest on the bare skin on his waist. His hands were warm, inviting and the way his fingers lightly brushed his skin, as if making slow circler, it felt like a brand…like he was being marked.
Joong's lips were once again at his neck, before they moved to his shoulders, moving aside the collar of his shirt. He removed one of his hands from Dunk's waist and Dunk wanted to protest almost immediately at the loss.
Joong noticed how Dunk arched his back into him as soon as he removed his hand. It made him smile against his neck. Of course he had started off by teasing him, just like he always did…but he had been right about one thing…he did find Dunk attractive. And after the last kiss they had shared, he found him even more irresistible by the minute.
Maybe he liked the thrill of getting to something he had always thought was out of his reach? Maybe it was experimenting with something new? But when he unbuttoned the first two buttons of Dunk's shirt, exposing the porcelain white skin of his chest, the defined curve of his collarbone, the only thing on his mind was tasting every inch of that exposed skin and even more.
But then again, Joong was painstrikenly aware of the fact that the only reason Dunk was even allowing him this close to him was because he was drunk out of his mind and barely conscious. And that made him a bastard for kissing him when he wasn't conscious. Made him think that he was taking advantage of him.
Still…he lowered his head to kiss that juncture between Dunk's collarbone, had the pleasure of watching him throw back his head in a moan. So he sucked on that spot, making Dunk arch into him even more.
But before he could repeat that notion, he felt Dunk's hands in his hair, yanking back his head from his neck…and then he felt his lips on his, soft and plump yet hot and rough. He kissed him with a fury that left him breathless, and somewhere in his mind there was a recollection that this wasn't the first time they had kissed like this, with such raw passion that left his toes curled inside his boots.
Dunk's other hand came to cup Joong's cheek, holding him in place as he wrapped his legs around his hips, drawing him even closer. So close, that Joong could clearly feel the hints of his arousal. Fuck, he wasn't doing any better himself.
If it was supposed to be a tease, then why the hell was he hard enough to strain his pants?
His hands went back to Dunk's waist, under his shirt, to feel his soft skin. He was warm, like a furnace and Joong wanted to stay wrapped around him until they were skin on skin.
This was a bad idea! He shouldn't have followed him inside the restroom when he saw Dunk stumbling through the crowd. He shouldn't have made eye contact with him from the stage, or watched him as he drank shot after shot with his peer mentor and their group. The last thing he wanted was to have sex in a bar washroom, but as the seconds ticked by, he kept thinking that it just might be inevitable.
He ran his tongue on Dunk's lower lip, biting on it lightly to incite a gasp. And then he inserted his tongue into his mouth, tasting every nook and cranny. He tasted of alcohol…and something fruity, whatever it was that he had been sipping on. And Joong found it intoxicating.
Finally, they broke apart when their lungs burned for air and they were both left gasping and clutching onto each other as if they were each other's lifeline.
Joong raised his head to watch Dunk's reaction, but was surprised to see how his eyes seemed unfocused, drowsy. And as if on cue, Dunk's eyes closed and his head fell forwards to land on Joong's shoulders, his entire form slouching as if he no longer had control over his own body.
And just like that…he was passed out cold.
"The fuck?" Joong found himself muttering after he finally got his breathing somewhat under control and got a hang of the situation.
"Dunk?" He tried shaking him, but there was no answer, only the sound of soft breathing reached his ears. "Dunk! You've got to be kidding me!"
Sighing in defeat, Joong adjusted Dunk's weight on his shoulders before trying to think of what he could do next. Of course, he could just leave him here or outside in one of the empty seats so that the bar owner, P'Luke, who was his cousin P'Nirin's fiancé, could deal with him, but that felt like a dick move to make.
"Fine." He finally sighed, helping Dunk off the counter. "Looks like I'll be taking you home after all."
With that, he threw one of his arms over his shoulders and helped him out of the club and to the parking where he helped him into his car. Looks like he'll be paying the Nimtawat household a visit after all.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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