The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg8
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg8
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The sun burst beyond the horizon, during the early hours when many were still floating in dreams, but not the Phitakthewa lineage.
Charan had been awake for almost an hour before this, the physical exertion from last night's activities hadn't completely worn off, on the contrary, it was replaced with a fresh, fulfilling sense of contentment.
Too happy to find words to describe.
The narrowed eyes settled on the adorable face of the person who had unwittingly fallen into his snare. Khanin was sound asleep, his delicate eyelashes, slightly swollen and redder than usual, his disheveled hair in disarray, and his sleeping posture, all served as factors that made Charan grit his teeth in patience.
He had teased enough. It wouldn't be good to indulge his feelings any further.
All he could do was resist the temptation, even if it was difficult. Charan rose up, grabbing the towel he used to wipe himself off last night and went to change the water, then returned to find the white figure once again.
The clean fabric soaked in warm water was twisted and ready for use. Charan, who took care of the person on the bed with great care, was disappointed that the person who had been smiling while sleeping would forget to open their eyes.
“Morning.” Charan greeted first, as Khanin still seemed groggy. Once he regained his composure and swept his gaze around his clear cheeks, and slowly turned red.
“Ugh...” His eyes darted wide open. Khanin felt embarrassed because his voice that came out in the morning was rather hoarse. When he thought of the cause, he felt like he wanted to bury himself deep in the ground.
Screaming like that... the voice will be hoarse no matter how hard he tries to restrain himself.
“Let me wipe you.” Charan was very kind not to tease, but the young man's ears turned red nonetheless. He wiped himself clean, gently wiping the delicate skin of the young body.
Khanin couldn't refuse the help because he wanted to spend more time with Charan, and more importantly, the severe fatigue in his body from playing dangerous stunts. He admitted that he had never experienced such aching muscles despite practicing swordplay for hours on end.
“Thank you.” The young man silently expressed his gratitude.
Charan used his warm fingers to blow-dry the ends of the hair on his clear cheeks, creating a sweet and soothing sensation between them.
Khanin thought about protesting a little longer, intending to spend time with the large bed in Charan's bedroom. However, when he saw the other side's face combined with the faint scratches of his own nails on the back and the strong muscles on his arms, the vivid images of last night flooded into his mind like someone had buried them there.
I don't know when I fell asleep...
“Phii Ran, I... I can't, I'm... hard again.”
“Oh… harder.”
Gentle words but forceful actions, playing with him until his mind went blank. Charan was ruthless... even more ruthless than he had imagined. How could he forget the kiss and...
“Red face, are you uncomfortable?” Perhaps Khanin noticed the slightly different complexion of the older person's face.
The Young Prince cleared his throat slightly before tentatively asking the question that had been on his mind.
“No... I just have a curiosity and want to ask, feel free to ask. It's nothing really.” It's really nothing. Because Khanin understands that things like this are natural.
“Go ahead, ask.”
“Last night... was it the first time for you?” The serious sentence, faster than their conversation routine, made the person who used to sleep quietly on the bed sit up. Charan saw the red ears and diverted his gaze slightly when answering the question.
“Oh... Is there something I didn't like, Nin? Please tell me.” The serious demeanor was like when Charan was capturing a moment while painting, it seemed enchanting to watch it unfold.
Khanin's face was filled with mixed emotions, and he expressed his inner feelings softly.
“No... it's good, really good, so good that I... am suspicious if it's your first time.” His slender body trembled slightly, lips twitching as if trying to form coherent sentences, but hesitating. Compared to Charan, this man seemed smart enough to comprehend Khanin's intentions.
“Sometimes we all have something we can do well right from the start, just like you.”
“....” It was a simple sentence, yet it perfectly captured Charan's character. Khanin couldn't speak, his face frozen in a bewildered expression while the person in front of him waited patiently for an answer.
“There's so much to learn nowadays.”
“That's true.”
“And what about you, Nin... you were impressive last night as well.”
This time, it was Khanin's turn. His cheeks turned slightly rosy, and his soft lips moved closer together as he pondered and processed his thoughts.
“I had someone in England too.” Khanin had no intention of lying. Although their relationship in the past was never serious or long-lasting, it didn't mean it hadn't happened at all.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, uncontrollably. Charan told himself that he was a reasonable person, but his handsome face tightened without clear reason.
“I've been with an older person before, and when I saw her at the party...”
Khanin said ‘her,’ referring to the old flame. How long had they been together, and was he deeply in love? Charan's internal struggle was revealed through his eyes.
“...”
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