The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg12
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg12
“But if you choose to go, leave everything here.”
Phitakthewa is the surname he wants to leave behind, but without Phitakthewa... it may not be appropriate to be by Khanin's side.
Charan remains silent, staring at the little kitten with curious eyes and a gentle aroma. From his soft house, it invites him to move closer, the warm edge presses a light kiss on the prominent nose of the person he likes, before wrapping his waist to hug and bury his face in the small shoulder for a moment.
“Is there anything I can share with you? You don't have to give details if you're not comfortable, but if you want to talk, you can always call me. I am always ready.” It seems that Khanin noticed that the young one has changed his speech to provide encouragement instead of making jokes as before.
The soft voice whispered in his ear, accompanied by a small hand gently caressing his back, every deliberate action brings relief to the heavy burden carried on Charan's broad shoulders.
Sometimes, choosing to be with Phitakthewa may not be a bad thing anymore. If he can maintain his position as a leader, he can preserve their relationship.
Despite the pain and discomfort, it's worth it to have Khanin.
You are my entire world...
“Just having Nin close by feels like a burden has been lifted...” Charan's eyes moistened, the lips twitched into a deep smile, the thick hand gently stroking the small person's hairline, before moving down to cup his face, gazing closely into each other's eyes.
“So will I be close to you often, starting from tonight, sleeping and cuddling together? Wait, I... oh.”
He really knows that not waiting to hear others finish their sentences is disrespectful, but because the other person is too cute to resist. Charan therefore deepened his kiss on the red lips.
It's as if there's an irresistible force. Even though they are in the other party's bedroom during the day, Charan can't control himself.
The warm lips passionately collide, tongues explore every corner of the small mouth, sweeping away the lingering sweetness and capturing every drop for themselves.
The louder the moans in the slender neck, the more relentless the actions. Charan tilted his face for better access, pulled in the small lips for negotiation, and slowly dragged his tongue to sweep the roof of the white man's mouth, causing him to tremble.
“Ehehe.” The blissful sensation overwhelmed him. Charan swallowed, almost melting, as he indulged in the young man's delicate lips. The more they touched, the more his heart ignited, and he was reminded of the events from last night.
It's really funny how a moment ago Charan was so stressed and couldn't think straight, but when he heard Khanin's sweet words combined with his actions, he seemed to forget about the heavy things for a while. His heart was generous enough to provide kisses to his little one.
“How can we stay together? Should I sneak into your room, Nin?” He whispered, leaning close to the red lips, and for a moment, he brushed his face against theirs, grazing the small ears, nibbling the lower lobe, and ending with a playful kiss that elicited laughter from Khanin.
“Really...” The white man was... stubborn, with clear teasing eyes. Even with his closed eyes, he knew he was ready to open the window for him to climb in at any time.
“I was joking.”
“So, you don't want to cuddle with me?” The questioning voice seemed to know exactly how to provoke him.
“I want to... but if we cuddle, it won't end with just cuddling...” Charan replied softly, exhaling and using his hand to caress his own face. He thought of grabbing Khanin and laying him on the sofa, then kissing him all over, “If it's here... no matter what, it's not advisable.”
“And... what about somewhere else?”
Charan didn't have time to explain why it wasn't appropriate, as someone else spoke up. Their eyes met, and the corners of their small, enchanting lips lifted, resembling mischievous little kittens planning to take over the world.
“....” The young man stayed silent, waiting to hear what Khanin would say next, and of course, the following sentence didn't disappoint him.
“If I want to study art again... is it possible then?”
…
In the evening on the second floor of the Royal Palace, bathed in the sun's rays that filtered through the corridors, perhaps because this floor attached great importance to the windows, it resembled a celestial realm in the paintings of a famous artist decorating the central part of the palace.
It created a sense of awe for those who saw this place under the sun's display for the first time. Normally, Khanin rarely came to visit his father at this time. It had been several days since he came here to ask his father to teach him art. So, the young man thought it was time to go see the elder. After all, Tarin was a part of what helped him and Charan understand each other.
Khanin stopped walking, raised his head, and looked at the painting by the famous artist hanging there. The central corridor engraved by PrinceTarin resembled a grand gallery. His father stored numerous paintings, many of which seemed old and invaluable.
It was amusing to see
Khanin did a halt, raised his head, and admired the famous artist's painting hanging on the wall. As for the central hall, it resembled a large gallery, as Prince Tarin, his father collected numerous paintings, many of which appeared old and difficult to assess their value.
Playing with the objects he held in his hands today, Khanin couldn't compare them to anything dusty. However, even so, Khanin still wanted his own drawings to impress his father.
He went to study art for real after a period of practicing sword fighting and needing to relieve stress. Although ‘studying art’ had hidden meanings, it didn't mean Khanin wouldn't pay attention to any aspect. He was giving his all to impress Charan.
He wanted to impress Charan whether it was on a chair, on a bed, on... oh well, let's stop there, or even in the bathroom. Khanin was focused, He learned anato-measurements from his Charan, and it touched his heart.
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