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Techno wakes up warm, and his eyes open slowly to peer around the room. He's tangled in blankets on the bed with the morning sun streaming through the windows to highlight the bare skin where he has a leg peeking out from the sheets. But it's not the blankets or sunshine that is filling him with warmth but the weight of another person leaning heavily against his side.

Though it's not until fingers trail down the flat of his stomach and down to the elastic of his shorts that he reacts, pushing himself into a slight sitting position with a pillow behind him. He stares at the person in his bed with wide eyes.

"P'No, you're awake," Kengkla says from his side, his voice husky with sleep. He pushes his elbow against the bed and holds his head in his other hand while he grins at Techno. "Good morning."

Suddenly, Techno can only think of that first morning with Kengkla, and panic sets in, heart pounding in his chest. There's no way he took advantage of the boy twice, right? His heart rate only eases when he recalls the night before, memories slow and dragging in his mind.

It all comes back to him: Type getting hurt, Kengkla crying in the bedroom, Kengkla getting drunk, and Kengkla begging him to sleep in Techno's room. It was a night full of Kengkla. But instead of looking hungover and tired, Kengkla stares at him with bright eyes, absent any of the post-alcohol haze he expected.

"Did you sleep well?" Kengkla asks, gaze dipping from Techo's eyes to his mouth.

"I-I guess so," Techno answers, scrambling for something to say. He's ready to push the other away when Kengla sits up and runs a hand through his disheveled hair. It only makes him look more handsome, Techno's mind provides him, and he blinks his eyes up at Kengkla, feeling confused and flustered by this sudden thought.

He's busy reflecting on this when Kengkla adjusts himself to sit on his knees between Techno's spread, resting a hand on the elder's thigh. It makes Techno jump, and he reaches out to press his hand on Kengkla's shoulder with a forced smile. "Uh-Ai' Kla, we should probably-"

"Good. I'm glad P'No slept well." Kengkla interrupts him then leans in closer, but Techno only backs away with nowhere to go. It makes Kengkla chuckle and smile, the sound running up Techno's spine.

"Ai' Kla," Techno gasps and squirms under Kengkla's gaze, heart stuttering with adrenaline. "What are you-"

Techno's voice is stolen again. This time by the look in Kengkla's eyes, burning with determination as he grabs Techno's chin in his hand. "Thank you for staying with me last night, P'No," He says, pressing his thumb into the Techno's bottom lip, pulling his mouth open slightly. "I want to thank you."

Techno can only has time to gasp because Kengkla's mouth is on him at once, the heat of his lips pressing against Techno's. Then Kengkla's tongue drags at his mouth, and Techno is weak to the others touch, fingers digging into Kengkla's shoulder.

Kengkla shuts his eyes to the kiss, lashes falling dark at his cheeks, and Techno does too, letting his attention center on the way Kengkla's mouth fits to his. He comes undone from the kiss, surrendering to the hungry boy straddling him.

He was doomed from the moment Kengkla's mouth was on his. He always gives in too easily.

Kengkla licks into his mouth, and his hand at Techno's chin slides up to wind into Techno's hair while the other rests at his hip. Then there's the pressure of Kengkla grinding against Techno's crotch, and Techno can't help but let out a groan in pleasure, muffling the sound against Kengkla's lips.

"Ai' Kla," Techno says, or tries to say, but Kengkla isn't letting him go, tightening his fingers into Techno's hair to hold him closer. He knows they should stop, but Techno can feel himself hardening, arousal spiking while Kengkla sucks the curve of his lower lip.

When Kengkla moves, it's only to shift the hand at Techno's hip under the elastic of Techno's waistband. Techno's breathing catches, but it's the only reaction he has time for because Kengkla's hand is closing around his cock. His fingers fitting into place as if they've always belonged, and Techno groans a choked-off "Kla" hot on his tongue, gripping at Kengkla's shirt.

This was not where he expected things to go, certainly not in this house. But Kengkla pushes, and pulls, and takes, and Techno gives, and gives, and gives.

Kengkla exhales against his mouth and strokes him. The friction shuts down Techno's thoughts, and when he opens his mouth, it's to groan again. Kengkla's free hand tightens in his hair, and Techno's hips buck up, unable to stop the instinctive thrusts.

He leans back slightly to stare at Techno. "P'No, do you like it?" Kengkla asks as if he's talking about food he cooked and not about Techno trying to fuck into his hand.

"Ai' Kla," Techno chides, knowing he doesn't sound even close to intimidating.

"Can I take that as a yes?" Kengkla asks, untangling his hand from Techno's hair to push at the other's chest and force Techno's back against the bed sheets. Techno keeps his hold on Kengkla's shirt, drags Kengkla down with him as he goes so Kengkla is pressed against him.

When Techno lets go of Kengkla's shirt and grabs at the sheets, Kengkla lets out a noise that sounds like satisfaction before he sits up on his knees between Techno's legs. When Kengkla begins dragging at the edge of Techno's shorts, Techno watches him with wide eyes. "W-Wait," He protests, and Kengkla doesn't answer, watching what he's doing as he draws Techno's shorts off his hips.

"Open your mouth, P'," Kengkla orders, without looking up. Techno blinks, caught off-guard by the sudden command, and Kengkla does look back up then. "Please." Kengkla's lips stick out in a slight pout as he reaches up with his free hand toward Techno's face.

Techno opens his mouth to reply, but Kengkla's fingers slide past his lips to press against his tongue. "Can you suck on them? Please, P'," Kengkla begs then strokes Techno's cock again, dragging a groan from Techno's chest before he knows what's happening.

His mind can only come up with the idea that Kengkla is trying to muffle the sound, considering the walls around them, and Techno's eyes shut. But he's closing his lips obediently, sucking at Kengkla's fingers as he arches involuntarily off the bed.

After about a minute, Kengkla slides his fingers free, and when he drops his hand to fit in the space between Techno's thighs, Techno realizes what Kengkla intends.

"Wait, Ai' Kla," Techno struggles and pays for it with another kiss, a mean one, sloppy and mostly biting. But what's more frightening is the power coming off Kengkla in waves. 

...TBC...

A/N: Sorry to end things there ;) 

Thank you again for all the support and comments. <3 Also, is anyone else watching HIStory 3? I'm obsessed, especially with Jack and Zhao Zi. They have some Kengkla/Techno dynamics I feel. XD