As the curtains fell, Kiat slowly leaned toward Daeng's lips.
They almost touched, but then Daeng pulled back.
They both looked at each other awkwardly.
Daeng suddenly sat in his chair, while Kiat looked at the wall on the other side, too shy and flustered to face him. Kiat's hands were very cold.
" What the..."Kiat thought to himself, pressing his hands together.
"Khun Waen is really lucky to have Young Master Daeng paint her like this," Kiat said, breaking the silence as the wind died down.
"I wonder if I have that luck..."
He slowly walked toward Daeng.
"I will paint you... but that is it," Daeng said.
Daeng was flustered and taking deep breaths.
"Then can you paint me now?" Kiat asked.
He slowly stood behind the canvas and looked directly at Daeng.
Daeng refused to look back at him. "Mmm... I will," Daeng said, though he still half-refused. "I will paint you. You can go now."
"But don't I need to be here as a model for you to paint?" Kiat asked, refusing to leave.
"You can go," Daeng insisted.
"No... I am not going. I will sit here," Kiat said.
Daeng couldn't make him go. Kiat already sat down and refused to speak, pouting at Daeng like an angry puppy.
Daeng gave up and thought to himself, "What did I do to deserve this? He was even worse than Nong Aung. It wasn't like I didn't like it, but can I really trust him?" As Daeng thought about it, he pulled back to reality, realizing he was overthinking everything. He picked up his brush, slowly looked at Kiat, and started his painting.
Daeng's hands moved slowly across the canvas.
Kiat was completely lost watching Daeng's hands.
As Kiat looked at him, he unbuttoned his shirt.
Daeng was surprised, but he didn't overthink it; instead, he looked completely at Kiat and started to draw.
It was a warm night with only a light wind, but the more time passed, the more the cold increased.
Even so, the two of them didn't know how much time had gone by.
As Daeng finished his painting, his clothes were already covered in colors.
Daeng was wearing a chrysanthemum pattern, white with a slight pink, which was enough to make him shine even more.
Kiat had been wearing a pure white shirt like a noble, but it was already unbuttoned and lying on the floor.
Daeng looked at his work, lost in the moment, while Kiat was already captivated by him.
Daeng slowly walked to Kiat. As the distance closed, Daeng stepped on the shirt on the floor. It became dirty, but he didn't care. He moved forward and tried to touch Kiat's hair. Kiat slowly grabbed Daeng's waist.
Kiat touched Daeng's face as if he were in a dream. He touched Daeng's neck while Daeng tried to control his breathing.
Kiat slowly licked and wiped the sweat from Daeng's neck; it was sweet, and Kiat wanted more.
Kiat licked as he slowly unbuttoned the stubborn buttons of Daeng's shirt.
The painting colors that stained Daeng's skin made Kiat even more uncontrollable.
Kiat quickly got up and sat Daeng in the chair where Kiat had been sitting.
Kiat slowly touched his lips. As Kiat opened his mouth more, Daeng found it hard to breathe, while Kiat led him to open his mouth even wider.
The sounds of their lips and mouths could not be heard over the noise of the wind and the curtains.
Dark clouds formed in the night sky as a few raindrops fell onto the leaves of the trees and the flower buds.
Kiat's hands moved slowly to Daeng's chest as he kissed him.
Kiat slowly lifted him and laid him on the floor.
While the paint on the floor stuck to Daeng's hair and the cold, hard floor pressed against him, Daeng did not even care.
Kiat moved his lips to Daeng's ear and continued to lick him, leaving a red mark.
Kiat slowly removed Daeng's shirt, and Daeng's sweaty body stuck to the floor.
Daeng slowly touched Kiat's face as tears fell from his eyes. Seeing this, Kiat slowly took Daeng's hands, kissed his palm, and pressed it against his own head.
"I want to be the one who wipes your tears," Kiat said.
As he looked at Daeng, the expression on Daeng's face made it harder for Kiat to think.
Kiat thought to himself," I think I've really fallen"... Before he could finish his thought, Daeng locked both hands around Kiat's shoulders and kissed him.
They were both lost in the moment...
Kiat licked him all over his body, leaving marks everywhere.
Daeng gasped, "Kiat... it's enough. It hurts..." but Kiat couldn't hear him. The more he moved, the more uncontrollable he became.
Kiat quickly lifted Daeng from the cold floor, where the paint was smeared all over Daeng's back.
He pulled Daeng to sit on top of him. Just as he did, Daeng whispered, "Kiat... something is touching me..."
Before he could continue, Kiat snapped out of it. He thought to himself, "I can't. If I do more, it will become even more uncontrollable."
Daeng lowered his voice and said, "Kiat..."
Kiat slowly whispered into his ear, "Can you call me Khun Kiat? Can you?"
With a flustered face, Daeng pressed against Kiat's shoulder and whispered, "Kh... Khun... Khun Kiat..."
"Forget the control," Kiat said.
While Daeng wondered what he was saying, Kiat continued to touch him even more.
Kiat's hands moved through the paint on Daeng's skin even more intensely.
He slowly tried to remove Daeng's pants, but as his hands moved, Daeng stopped him.
Kiat looked up and asked, "Do you not trust me? Or do you not want me?"
Daeng was conflicted. His voice cracked as he spoke, "I am scared..." He broke down as the words came out. "He hurt me... it scares me..."
As his tears fell, Kiat pulled him into his arms. "Who? Who hurt you? Daeng, tell me... Who hurt you?"
Daeng refused to talk. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't speak while the memories he kept were so heavy.
Kiat didn't ask him more. Instead, he laid Daeng on the floor and held him close.
After some time, Kiat picked up Daeng's shirt and helped him put it on.
"The paint is already in your hair," Kiat said softly. He touched Daeng's eyes. "They are red." He kissed Daeng's eyes and asked, "Can you wash yourself, or do you need a hand?"
Surprised, Daeng hugged him tightly. "I will do it."
Kiat made sure Daeng entered his room and locked the door before he went outside.
Kiat's own shirt was dirty; if anyone saw him, it would be enough to cause suspicion.
But Kiat's mind was full of thoughts " Who hurt him? Which dirty person touched him? "I will find out who it was myself."
"Whoever it is, they will have a hard time. How dare they touch what's mine..."
Kiat smirked. He was truly angry, but he kept a cold face as he walked out.
Just then, Waen saw Kiat coming from upstairs.
She stopped in the dark, wondering.
Then she looked upstairs and thought, "Isn't that Kaew's cousin? What is he doing at the third mansion this late? Daeng, what are you thinking...?"