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Michelle (Fan Account)

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Dec 17 • 56 tweets • 38 min read

Made You Look - P5 🔞Mature/Explicit
(College Seniors AU)

#Nnattawin #MilePhakphum #MileApo

Link to Prior Parts:

https://twitter.com/Thewrightbros89/status/1594180105101877248?s=20&t=k1yfPR46Ltl1ubWA4FAORg

Heart was pressed to his ribcage, body melted to the one he straddled, increased heat of the vehicle, it all made for a beautiful delirium of lust that made Apo want to live in the dreamscape forever.

“Mile…” A raspy whisper escaped him or was it a whine?

Push and pull of hands that kneaded his ass like dough, spread him, mouth meshed to his nape, and filled, stretched, opened by this man inside of him, he couldn’t escape.

Even if he had even deigned that idea in his mind, it was impossible at this point. Had he known that he would tangle with pure trouble when he looked over to a drowned, pitiful creature in the form of the music major? College was a time for fun, discovery, not troublesome.

Tangled up tight in that grasp, unable to escape as the moonlight that peeked into the back of Mile’s car was the only semblance of sanity he had as his hands pushed on those shoulders. “Mile…”

“Another round…don’t go yet…”

“I have class in the morning…”

“Please?”

Fuck this man and his ability to pull everything from Apo in such a short time, it was amazing and all at once infuriating that he was unable to keep his resolve. He blamed being a man that was equally lustful for a beautiful man to be at his discretion.

His head peeked up, did his best to not bang it against the ceiling as he let out a gasp to the sensation of a deep grind. The penetration not new since that first night they devolved together; a delicious familiarity that continued to send shivers down his spine.

It was the fact that he was desired, wanted, and unbridled lust filled them at every corner. No one had ever looked at him so openly before. Or worked to maintain his attention, he was like a feral cat that tended to stray the minute he was uncomfortable.

The mall date had faded into the confines of his memories with as much fondness as anything; Apo recalled how they had kissed, burned by each other’s touches, Mile on him, him on Mile, their hands squeezed and tested in pleasuring.

Afterwards, Mile’s look of smugness as they left with rumpled clothing, lips swollen red along with the arm looped around his waist, Niran, the salesclerk, bashfully looked away as if he were a dog bowing his head to the alpha. It made Apo roll his eyes. What a smug asshole.

Mile had taken him back to his dorm, Apo had insisted if they wanted to do ANYTHING it would have to be at Mile’s. Just looking at the vehicle the other drove, it was obvious his own living conditions were not up to par to Mile’s. He was embarrassed to bring to his studio.

He was a typical college student that really had to make do with the best he could. Despite assurances, Apo maintained that if they were to hang out alone, it would be at Mile’s place. Begrudgingly, the other agreed and it brought Apo to a whole new world.

The apartment was a two bedroom – one room Mile’s and the other was purely for guitars. When Apo asked, the other admitted to being somewhat of a wealthy guy due to his family’s assets, confirmed that it wasn’t Mile’s intention to intimidate him, etcetera.

Apo could only nod, but the feeling of insecurity settled into his heart. It wasn’t like him to readily dismiss his own accomplishments, triumphs, and capabilities; however, to compare to a young master and date him meant anxiety. Everyone would be a judge and prosecutor.

He shouldn’t care about other people’s opinion but just seeing how Mile had interacted with his friend in the mall, Apo’s mind had whirled; how many others would deem them incompatible? Too many. He was so deep in thought that when Mile came to hug him from behind, he jumped.

The concerned expression, the comment that he’d take Apo to his place if he was uncomfortable to stay the night as it had been on the fly, he just shook his head. He rarely took risks, he had already waited hours for this man, had sex with him in a dressing room, asked out.

There was no sense in thinking and refocused his attention on feeling, touching, memorizing every corner of Mile’s body for himself. How long would this last? It could all end tomorrow and he would regret not having at least one taste to last him.

That night they melted into a messy pile of discarded clothing, the spinning dance of who was on top or the bottom, took turns of Apo pinning Mile to the bed, straddled him to ride to the point the other man was a mindless drone of power that popped Apo up and pinned to his back.

Being taken, the control that he had as he wrapped his legs about the pallid waist, the punched thrusts that threatened to push him off the bed entirely, his hands clawed for a perch on those shoulders, back, neck, anywhere to hold on. It had been euphoric.

He spent the night, borrowed Mile’s clothing the next morning and was dropped off by his school building. Mile wanted to take him home, he said another time, or they’d just disappear forever. That answer was acceptable but as the days turned into weeks, it was becoming harder.

Mile wanted him to meet his friend Gen, to bring him to his bandmates as a proud boyfriend would showing off his new lover; Apo always made an excuse. Played the busy reclusive that he was unable to deviate from his photo schedule so perhaps another time. The time never came.

Their relationship was new, it still held tints of puppy love that they wanted to see one another and when they did, it would mesh into kisses, hand touches, and sex. Hot, fast, passionate kind and Apo could only maintain his grip on the roller coaster that had become his life.

Some days were easier to tiptoe around the issue of diving too deeply into Mile’s world, he knew once he went in, he would be exposed to everything and everyone. The elements were against them and that had him want to covet that privacy for as long as he could. It was selfish.

To keep Mile but not really be open to knowing all of him, Apo just had to protect himself. At the end of the line, he would be the only one to take care of himself.

Now, Mile was more persistent, a dog with a bone, that demanded to drop Apo to his apartment after picking him up from the photography studio. He had text Apo that he was there, what studio he was in, and Apo flurried to get things wrapped up to meet him. The smile melted him.

But he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder to make sure no one came to explore; Apo didn’t want anyone to know Mile was his. Not for lack of pride, the man was gorgeous; but he was well known. Everyone knew who Mile was – and Apo was a nobody comparatively.

Fingers laced together, he pulled Mile out of the studio at a fast pace that had him jerk in surprise, pop into the car, gave a fake address that was about a block from his apartment that he could walk the rest of the way. Mile asked him and Apo went into distraction mode.

He teased the man about his kink to try to have car sex, that had Mile gulp and drag him to the backseat. Completed their first round, this was the lazy moment he enjoyed. His softened cock that had stained their abdomens, and Mile’s just circled inside, touching sensitive walls.

Apo had to leave. He had to go otherwise he would get questioned again and the purpose of their intimacy would disappear. Another push to shoulders, “Mile…”

“Apo, why don’t you let me drop you off at your apartment?”

“What? It’s here—”

“No. It’s not.”

Apo turned his head down, stared wide eyed into Mile’s who just looked back. The motions stopped as hands slid away from his ass to wrap familiarly, protectively around his waist, that grip infinitely permanent that the younger gulped as he looked to the side, “It is.”

“It’s not. I asked one of your friends at the studio and they gave me your real address.”

“What the fuck that’s creepy!”

“I’m your boyfriend, we’ve fucked, we’ve kissed…we’ve gone on dates…you don’t think I should know where you live?”

The photography student felt his words caught in his throat, he wanted to vehemently say no to Mile, that his apartment was his sanctuary, but it was a lie. He was just ashamed to be dating a man that had a lot more to give whereas Apo could only offer himself.

His body, his attention, his admiration.

Shook his head, Apo pushed again but those arms just pulled him up and off that cock with a groan that escaped both of them, crush his body in an unyielding hug, “Mile…”

“Are you ashamed of me?”

Mile spoke it so softly Apo almost missed it.

That thought echoed into the depths of his heart. Since their enchanting mall date to the follow-up weeks, is that what Mile thought? Was he making the man insecure instead of anticipated? “How could you think that?”

“It’s been a month and you don’t want to come hang with my friends…you don’t let me come see you work. We just disappear together; you distract me with fantastic mind-blowing sex…but you’re not a casual fling.”

Apo swallowed dryly, one hand went into Mile’s hair to pet back the flurry that he had created himself, the other hand went to catch that chin to tug it up and look into those eyes. Eyes that pinned him with every and any look, the one on the escalator, all of them. For him.

“I’m so proud of you. I just…I didn’t want you ashamed of me. I don’t have a big place, I don’t …my friends are crazy. My work isn’t as meaningful as yours—”

Mile frowned firmly, stared and almost glared at him emphatically, “You’re insane, baby. Your photos are so feeling inspiring. I don’t want to hear you say that again.”

“Mile—”

“I’m serious. I wouldn’t break up with you for anything except that. If you degrade yourself to compare to me…we’re done. Do you understand?”

“Why me? You could have ANYONE on this campus…in this world…”

“Is that what you want Apo? You want me to go look for someone else?”

“No!” Apo snapped quickly then sagged at Mile’s softened expression of relief that they were at least on the same wavelength in that sense.

Mile waited, he seemed to be doing a lot of that recently; Apo noticed it.

He waited for him by the car, waited for him with a hand outstretched after they left lunch, and always smiled. Made him comfortable. “Then?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ll let me come up?”

“….Do I have a choice? You’ll stalk me now if I don’t.”

“Pretty much.”

Apo let out a sigh, but it was full of affection and despite being seated, completely naked save for his shirt as Mile pushed past the grip on the chin to peck his lips, a murmur passed them when Apo could feel that swell of the cock against his ass again.

“Thought of being a stalker turn you on?”

“No, baby. Being able to see into your world turns me on.”

“One condition – we can’t have sex in my studio. They’re paper thin and that’s too much.”

“We can work on your quiet skills.”

A laugh came from Apo, pinched Mile’s nose, “I’m not the loud one, Phakphum.”

“Fair enough. Also…I already told Gen we’d be meeting her at her girlfriend’s birthday tomorrow night. Yes, my friends will all be there and yes, you’re going. Period.”

“I have nothing to wear.”

“You can wear anything and be the most dazzling in the room. I’ll be jealous, angry, and keeping close to you.” Mile smirked lightly and proceeded to kiss Apo’s lips once again as he moved to put their clothes back on haphazardly.

Apo barely noticed when they’d gotten to his apartment, the feeling of absolute dread kept him grounded to being apprehensive for the following night.

-TBC-