After a conversation with Fong and Man, Tine realizes how much Sarawat has done for him. He sees the effort that his boyfriend put in their relationship, to make him feel loved and comfortable. He finally notices all the sacrifices his boyfriend mad...
Win stared blankly at the mirror as he idly dried himself off. His skin had a pinkish glow from his hot shower and the cold air pricked his warm skin.
He felt every touch of the towel's fibrous fabric on his skin. It reminded him of Sarawat whenever they cuddled on the sofa. His boyfriend always had his hands on him whenever he was close enough to reach. Wat would trace patterns on what skin was exposed. He enjoyed it very much, it made his heart warm and he couldn't contain the smile on his lips whenever they quietly shared space.
But!
Everything would end when Sarawat's inner pervert comes out and makes itself known by squeezing the nearest pec. Sarawat's boob obsession was a mood killer for Tine. It was like someone let out a loud and smelly fart on a romantic date. Although he found Wat's pouting and sulking quite cute when he denied him what he badly wanted.
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Tine didn't quite get it. Well, sure, when he dated women, breasts turned him on. But women's bosoms were different from men's. Women's were soft and warm. They were supple to the touch. He could comfortably fall asleep on them or in between them. When he grabs and lets it go, it would jiggle. Men's chests, like his, were hard. He worked out a lot so his might look plump, but they wouldn't move much when squeezed or played with. Visually, it lacked appeal.
Women's nipples were also a totally different story. Located somewhere in the middle of the fleshy mound while guys had theirs very low. They were sensitive and much more malleable than men's. When he sucked on them, his exes' breath usually hitch. They also harden when women get aroused. It was always a good indication that his partner was ready for the next stage. Men's? When it gets cold, he could poke someone in the eye. And that was about it. He and his friends fool around by playing gay chicken. They had grabbed his dick, his ass, and his nipples poked and flicked. But it wasn't much of a big deal. Having had his nipples touched was the same as someone touching the back of his hand.
So, he had never understood Sarawat's obsession.
He hung his damp towel on his neck after he finally finished drying himself. He checked himself on the mirror and for some odd reason, his gaze went to his nipple. Half of it was slightly covered by the towel.
He pursed his lips and then looked at the doorknob. It was locked. He looked back at the mirror and saw both his nipples were hidden behind the towel. He bit his bottom lip before sighing.
Tine slid one hand to cup his left boob. Like he thought, it was all firm muscle. He gave it a test squeeze.
'Yup, my chest is just a normal man's chest.' He thought. He rubbed at his nipple and frowned. Nothing. 'It definitely just feels the same as when other parts of my body are touched.'
He let it go, but the thought of allowing Sarawat to play with them to his heart's content lingered and took root in his mind. He imagined how happy his boyfriend would be when he presented the idea. So, he decided he'd let Wat have a go at it.
