#tongrak

[prapaiwife]

NO WORDS......

[babybison]

#hotboysummer

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Trailer | Tongrak x Mahasamut "I don't believe in love"

Is it me or does Mahasamut look like he's been crying in the third gif, especially with the way Tongrak kisses him so gently?

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Love Sea Novel Excerpt: Mahasamut Punishing Tongrak (Special Episode)

"Tongrak!"

Fun my ass!

That was what Tongrak thought as he looked into the intense, angry eyes filled with apprehension.

An hour ago, he was having fun because as soon as he stepped into the bar, he became the center of attention for both men and women. He knew he was attractive and always drew attention wherever he went. Palm had done a good job spreading the word across the island, because curious eyes were watching him from every corner.

That was enough to fulfill Palm's request. And... he'd already texted his boyfriend.

If anyone wanted to see Mahasamut with him, they'd get their wish tonight.

Let everyone know that the island's treasure already had an owner! And he loves the owner so much!

Tongrak thought proudly, answering a few questions from the locals, turning down a few advances, until... he met a fellow college friend.

At first, he just helped the Canadian guy who was confused about the menu. They hit it off, talking about their university and city, and he learned the other had just broken up with his girlfriend and fled to Thailand alone. They just clicked, reminiscing about the city they once lived in for years. That was all until...

The man in front of Tongrak pressed close, placing a hand on his thigh, causing him to jerk away, but before he could react, a large hand grabbed his own, furrowing his brow.

Tongrak tried to pull away again, but the warm palm still held his hand.

"Why not?" the man asked.

His light-colored eyes looked sweetly at him, but the writer wasn't swayed. His fair hand was ready to yank away, but then...

"Tongrak!"

Before Tongrak could react, the rough hand grabbed his wrist, pulling him into a warm embrace and a familiar scent.

His heart sank.

Tongrak knew who it was before even seeing the face of the hand's owner.

"Mut," he called out, startled. Tongrak looked up at the sharp-featured, tense, angry face with veins bulging on his neck.

Mahasamut wasn't looking at him, but at the Canadian guy with a scary look.

Mahasamut had a big build, and Tongrak believed that Mahasamut wouldn't lose in a fight. So, the tight grip on his wrist and the intense eyes that seemed to suck the breath out of the onlooker made his slender body tremble.

Tongrak didn't dare say anything, feeling the fury emanating from this man.

Mahasamut looked at the foreigner with dangerous eyes and then yanked him out of the bar so quickly that Tongrak didn't dare make a sound.

The last thing he saw was Palm crouching behind the bar counter, and even though he couldn't hear what the kid said, he knew they were thinking the same thing.... This is going to end badly.

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Thud!

Tongrak jolted as his bare back was pushed against the wall of the house, his honey-colored eyes trembling, looking at the man in front of him with fear.

Mahasamut was furious... very furious.

"I didn't do anything, believe me."

"Then why did you let him touch your hand!?"

Tongrak flinched as the deep voice yelled at him.

Since they'd met, he'd rarely seen Mahasamut angry. The other was always calmer, always listening, always more mature. No matter how badly Tongrak behaved, Mahasamut would cool him down, gently guiding and teaching him. The only time Tongrak saw his lover angry was when he came to make up and was too scared to speak. But that was anger mixed with sadness. This time, it was different.

The dark eyes were so frightening that he almost stopped breathing. The large hand gripped his arm tightly.

"I didn't..." Tongrak heard his own voice shaking, trying to grab Mahasamut's hand as he explained, "he just suddenly grabbed my hand. Believe me. Palm asked me to sit at the bar for a bit. I just did what Palm asked, and I already told you that, too. I didn't do anything. Really."

Tongrak looked into those wild, furious eyes, pleading. He was almost ready to kneel and beg.

"Can you not be angry?"

With a swoosh, the writer flinched as Mahasamut brushed his hand aside to grab his palm and yanked it up to eye level.

"I saw him holding your hand."

"I shook it off."

The slender man tried to touch the rugged, handsome face, but the other turned away.

It's scary.

Tongrak's heart pounded. He didn't know if he was scared or intimidated when those sharp eyes stared at him, radiating an aura that would keep anyone away.

"Where else did he touch you?"

The deep voice was so intense, it seemed to vibrate through him, along with the tall figure pressing against Tongrak, the heat almost scorching.

Their eyes locked as if trying to read each other's souls.

"... my waist," he whispered back, barely audible.

"Ah!"

Tongrak stiffened, gasping as the rough hand pulled his shirt from his pants, and then the hot flesh squeezed his bare waist hard enough to leave a mark and slid up to his chest. He didn't dare look down, only at the eyes in front of him that shone with a crazed light.

Thump, thump, thump.

Tongrak's heart hammered in his chest, pumping blood to his flushed face until it was a deep shade of red.

"... where else?" a deep voice whispered close to his lips.

Tongrak averted his gaze briefly.

Should I tell him?

Deep down, he knew what was coming. He knew he would be punished and understood that he shouldn't reveal more than necessary. Yet something compelled him to answer truthfully.

"My legs."

"Take off your pants."

The listener shuddered at the command, looking at Mahasamut with a startled expression.

They both stood on the spacious porch in front of the house, prompting a repeat of the words.

"What did you say?"

"I said, take off your pants!" The command was repeated, louder this time, causing Tongrak to hurriedly unbuckle his belt under the unwavering gaze that offered no help.

Mahasamut watched him fumble in silence, but this silence made Tongrak's back slick with sweat, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. His hands trembled as he undid his belt and took off his pants. The more Mahasamut watched, the more he shook.

He didn't like that Mahasamut said nothing, but he did like being watched like this.

The soft fabric of his pants pooled around his ankles.

A rough hand seized his thigh, squeezing it hard enough to make Tongrak gasp for breath. He looked up into those sharp, strong eyes, half of Mahasamut's face obscured by the shadows of the evening, making him look like a death god come to claim a life- dangerous, yet so devastatingly handsome.

The man pressed his body close, his muscles as hard as iron against Tongrak.

A burning hand slid up to his inner thigh, making Tongrak jerk in response.

Tongrak knew he should first try to cool down the other man, but his body responded honestly. His core burned, his underwear was damp with desire. Wherever Mahasamut touched, it felt like he left scorching marks. Even the deep voice that asked again was frighteningly arousing.

"Where else?"

"... that's it," his voice trembled with a pitiable crack.

And it was even more pitiable when Mahasamut whispered in his ear.

"Do you know I won't forgive you easily?"

Then punish me.

"What should I do to make you not angry?"

Please, punish me. Do it until I don't dare to do this again.

Tongrak looked up with pleading eyes as the handsome, fierce face leaned in close.

"Find a way."

Fingertips caught his chin, forcing him to meet those wild eyes, and before his brain could catch up, Tongrak opened his mouth to a kiss that plunged in fiercely, tasting almost blood. His heart raced with excitement, his body pressing against the larger frame, his hips grinding against the other's, shamelessly close as their tongues waged war.

Mahasamut liked kissing him, but this time it was hotter, more violent, and savage without tenderness. His sharp teeth nipped at Tongrak's lower lip, making him whimper, but the other man didn't listen to his protests, instead plunging his tongue into Tongrak's mouth, greedy and unrelenting. Pressed against the wall with no space between them, a large hand groped his thigh, fingers trailing to the very inside but refusing to touch further.

It was Tongrak himself who pressed his lower body closer, grinding his hips.

"Mut, ah, Mut," he moaned and groaned, trying to press closer to that hand while his mouth was still captive.

Mahasamut kissed him as if to devour him.

Their tongues tangled fiercely until saliva trickled at the corners of their mouths, and the taller man moved to kiss around his cheeks, down his neck, his hot tongue tracing his jaw before flicking over his Adam's apple. Tongrak shuddered, tilting his head back, his pale hand reaching to grasp the firm flesh beneath the cargo pants.

It was hard and hot, and he wanted it in his mouth.

"Take off your underwear."

Mahasamut commanded beside his cheek, and the listener didn't hesitate to strip off his underwear on the porch, revealing his arousal that was embarrassingly wet with precum.

The tall figure stepped back just enough to stare at it, making Tongrak squirm.

"Take off my shirt."

Now, whatever Mahasamut ordered, Tongrak would comply easily. His fair hands reached to remove Mahasamut's Hawaiian shirt, trembling as he watched it fall to the floor, his heart skipping a beat when the larger man grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head with swift movements, revealing the line of muscles that moved beautifully, leaving Tongrak to stare at the man before him.

"Ah!!"

"Do you want it that badly?"

Tongrak shivered when a fingertip touched his slick tip. With just a brush of a thumb, he was close to finishing right then.

"Just looking at me undress makes you this eager? You don't look at others like this, do you?"

"No..."

"I didn't say you could speak."

Tongrak immediately shut his mouth, trembling under the teasing fingers, then squeezing himself hard. He wanted to move, to press against the rough palm.

"It looks like you'll have to endure a bit more, Mr. Tongrak."

That's when the larger man pulled him into the bedroom and pushed Tongrak against the bed, making his upper body fall against the mattress while his legs still touched the floor, spread wide to reveal his eager flesh. Mahasamut's sharp gaze pressed down on him, and then... a wicked smile, he said, "Go on, finish for me."

"Mut..."

"Ssh," Mahasamut placed a finger on those pretty lips and pushed it into his mouth.

And with that, Tongrak flicked his tongue around the long finger, drawing it deep into his throat, while his smooth hand moved to grasp his own center. His legs spread wider, allowing the sharp gaze to see every part of him.

If Mahasamut wanted to see, he'd do it.

"Uh, ah..."

Even though Mahasamut was just watching, Tongrak felt waves of pleasure, moaning from his throat while still sucking on the long finger as if it were that hot flesh. His legs lifted higher, his hand moving faster, aware of the wet sounds and the glistening moisture.

The first time Tongrak pleasured himself in front of someone was for Mahasamut, and he relished the sharp gaze on him, the shadow that partly hid Mahasamut, the long finger thrusting into his throat mercilessly, the embarrassment that made his flesh tremble with excitement, his hips moving faster.

"Ah.... ah!"

At that moment, his beautiful eyes widened when a cool liquid was poured on his sweet spot, and before he could react...

Mahasamut's thick fingers penetrated the tender channel that was still soft from last night's sex, thrusting deep to his favorite spot, making him arch his back like a bow, his legs tensing against the bed, his buttocks lifting off the soft mattress.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going."

Mahasamut pulled his finger from Tongrak's mouth, his voice firm. WIth his free hand, he lifted Tongrak's legs higher, allowing the long finger that had almost completely withdrawn to thrust back into his tight channel.

"Ah... ah, oh Mut, Mut, right there, harder."

Smack!

"Don't stop!"

Tongrak's eyes teared up as he was spanked on the buttocks, leaving a red mark. His fair hand, which had paused, stroked himself again while his hips swayed uncontrollably as Mahasamut kept pressing on the sensitive spot inside. His mouth opened wide, moaning incoherently.

"Don't stop, no more, give it to me again." Tongrak moved his hand faster, begging louder, oblivious to the squelching sounds echoing around the room. Then, his tearful eyes pleaded with the owner.

"No more fingers, enough, ah, give it to me... now."

"Tell me what you want."

Mahasamut rose above Tongrak's body, his large hand on the beautiful chin, whispering low. His fierce eyes stared down, squeezing to force the pretty one to speak with a trembling voice.

"Fuck me... Mut, take me... I want you... please."

That was all it took for Tongrak's world to flip upside down. He was pushed into a crawling position on the bed, his fair buttocks raised to receive, his legs spread wide, feeling the rough palm push both cheeks apart, forcing him to grip the bed sheet.

Tongrak's eyes widened, tears streaming down as the hot, hard member penetrated his tight hole. It was hot, big, almost suffocating, but it made him climax instantly, his cries echoing throughout the room, and then...

"Ah!!!!"

"Who told you to cum?"

Just as it thrust in deep, Tongrak... finished.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Rak's sorry, ah... sob, ah."

Tongrak cried out unintelligibly before jolting, his smooth hand grabbing the neck of the person behind him as the hot, hard flesh thrust in again. His tears flowed with intense pleasure. He knew that the already fierce Mahasamut was more violent than usual, not allowing him to rest, deliberately thrusting hard to drive him crazy. The large hand grabbed his front, stroking briefly before it was as hard as before.

"Rak, Rak's sorry, ah."

Mahasamut turned Tongrak's face to receive a hot kiss, forcing his tongue out to tangle outside his mouth while the other hand slipped through the remaining buttons of his shirt, pushing him to kneel on the bed, pulling him up to lean against the broad back, making way for the hot, thrusting member inside him.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the spacious room, igniting the desires of both parties and causing him to flare up intensely. Tongues entwined outside of their mouths, a lovely piece of flesh released a continuous stream of slick moisture. Then, the fair body shuddered as a large hand squeezed and teased a sweetly colored nub, pulling it until Tongrak quivered with a cold shock.

"it hurts..."

"Do you like it?"

"I like it. Squeeze again. Make it hurt. Ah, make Rak learn his lesson... Mut!" Tongrak cried out embarrassingly, yet his hips met each thrust without yielding.

And so, Mahasamut pulled the fair frame down to sit astride his lap, and before Tongrak could tense his legs to receive him, the large hand gripped his hips, lifting them just enough to...

"Ah!!!! Mut, too hard. Mn, it tingles, ah..."

Mahasamut relentlessly drove into him, plunging deep inside until it was overwhelming yet sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body, making him cry out loudly. Tongrak's hands clutched at the man behind him, who was panting and trembling. Mahasamut's deep, sexy voice resonated in Mahasamut's ears with sobs and gasps, unable to stop his hips.

Again, I can't, I can't...

"Ah!!!!"

Without waiting long, Tongrak released a cloudy white fluid that sprayed all the way to the headboard while strong arms locked around his waist, the strong hips pounding him fiercely. The deep voice filled the room before Tongrak felt a wave of warmth as the hot liquid overflowed inside him.

"Wait, wait, just a moment, let me rest."

"When did I say you could rest?"

Tongrak's voice shook as he was flipped to lie on his back, one leg pushed up almost against his own chest, but he was paralyzed when he met the sharp gaze directed at him.

Tongrak should've been scared, but why was he trembling with excitement instead?

Mahasamut was fierce, wild, and unyielding, like the sea during a storm, but Tongrak couldn't take his eyes off the man before him. This man was dangerously handsome, and he couldn't resist him. Before he could brace himself, he gasped and grabbed the large hand tightly as the handsome face buried itself in his tight entrance, pushing a tongue inside selfishly.

Damn it, even after all this...

"Harder, ah, it feels good. Go deeper, lick more. I like it so much."

He moaned, clutching the thick black hair tightly, ready to receive any punishment this man was willing to give.

Tongrak knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he... liked it when Mahasamut was jealous.

He liked everything about this man.

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Maybe I should make him jealous again.

The thought occurred to him that if Mahasamut heard it, he'd be punished so much that he wouldn't be able to leave the bed.

But what could he do? He liked it!

It didn't matter. He was still paying Mahasamut, but this time paying with the currency called Tongrak.

[mutsky]

the perils of having a mean lesbian friend

[secriden]

so i'm rewatching the love sea special episode and there's a moment i really want to talk about that happens right after mahasamut's surprise cruise/dinner on the boat.

they're walking back, tongrak is excitedly chattering about how much he loved the date and mahasamut suddenly gets serious and asks if tongrak's really happy. he mentions someone booking out an entire hotel/restaurant and says what he just did was "just a simple boat ride". the almost subdued, defeated tone fort uses to say this line makes mahasamut sound so small and uncertain and says, "how can i be certain you're impressed?"

and the thing that really caught my attention the first watch was tongrak's response! it just... it has me screaming inside because his instant reaction is "mut, don't say that" (but honestly the tone - and the finger - he uses is more like don't you dare talk about yourself that way).

and then he just goes on to affirm and affirm both mahasamut's place in his heart but also the value of the gifts he gives tongrak. these intangible, wonderful experiences which tongrak treasures because it's time and experiences with mahasamut.

peat's expression here is so soft. like the concern and earnest worry because he recognises that mahasamut is expressing a need here, in the relationship, to be reassured that he's doing something right; that he's doing right by tongrak. that although he can't afford to buy out an entire building, the things he can offer are worthy of the love they share.

we didn't get as much of tongrak carrying the emotional weight of the relationship in the series (for very valid reasons given all he had to work through), but i love love love that we got this moment in the special episode because it shows why their love stood the test of time and social difference. tongrak and mahasamut come from such wildly different backgrounds, environments, and contexts (hell, to some extent even culture) that it would be easy for their wires to get crossed/bypass each other but they've worked on their communication so much so that mahasamut feels confident enough to just ask if tongrak is genuinely happy. and not just in the moment, but in the context of his other experiences/other lovers. remember, mahasamut doesn't care what others think except the people he cares about - so now he needs this reassurance from tongrak to know that yes, he is measuring up to the standards tongrak's other lovers have set before.

and i love that they let the moment breathe too. that tongrak gets to explain not only that the experience itself was amazing (dining on the ocean IS better than dining in a building) but also that mahasamut is what makes it so special to tongrak (you're my boyfriend, that was just some random dude; but also, what matters most is who I spend my time with). it isn't a flippant throwaway one-second moment; it's an entire sequence giving us a glimpse into the dynamics of communication that encapsulates a relationship built on mutual care, love, and devotion. the quiet way peat delivers that last line just really conveys how important it is to tongrak that mahasamut hears and knows that he's doing so, so well.

(and fort goes through a series of expressions as tongrak speaks that is just... gorgeous to watch <3)

and just the way mahasamut looks at tongrak after he says this!! he's so happy but its also tender. there's so much love here and so much joy. it's so beautiful. and we got to see that. ;w; <3

[babyangelsky]

Peat's acting is stupendous and it's hurting my feelings

I need to talk about the bedroom scene and the fight that preceded it because it felt like I was having a mirror held up to me and looking at my younger self and in doing, so I've come to love Tongrak as a character even more than I did before.

I talked about the expressions already but I just cannot get past this one. Rak's eyes are so dead and he looks so tired in a way that I understand so deeply. He knows what's about to happen. He screened Prin's call earlier precisely in hopes of avoiding it but she showed up anyway.

I do have to acknowledge that a lot of my interpretation and feelings about him and these scenes are very much a product of my own experiences, but believe me when I tell you that having a family as fucked as his and having to deal with relatives like this drains you. You fight back because you have to, not because you want to. You don't go seeking the bullshit but somehow it always seems to arrive at your door.

I know exactly how he must be feeling because I've felt it. Because I've fought back and made sure my mask was firmly in place for as long as I needed it to only to break the second I could turn my face away.

I'm impressed that Rak didn't run from Mut and that he didn't start crying on the way to his bedroom. That powerwalk he did instead though? I know it all too well.

To Rak's mind, Mut has already witnessed far more than Rak ever intended for him to. That fight was nasty. It poked at so many wounds, touched on so many painful, intimate things about Rak's family and about him. Prin wanted to hurt and humiliate him and she succeeded.

I can confidently say that if someone I cared about witnessed that happening to me, the last thing I would want is to break down in front of them on top of it, so I completely understand why Rak's first instinct was to put distance between him and Mut. You know the breakdown is coming and the only thing you want is to have it in private.

I know people feel some kind of way about Rak's refusal to let Mut into his bedroom and essentially shutting him out but Mook tells us in episode 4 that no one is allowed in Rak's bedroom. This isn't just about Mut. Everything we have learned and seen of Rak so far tells us that he's a person who needs a safe place to hide. A place where he can close the door and know he won't be intruded upon.

Sure, it's his house and ideally he would have the freedom to break down wherever he wants to inside of it but given that Mook comes and goes pretty freely, he doesn't really have that luxury by his standards. There's always a chance she'll walk in. And he certainly doesn't have it now that he's no longer living alone.

So he goes to hide in his bedroom so he can process and feel what he needs to.

And when Mut comes after him, this happens. Mut pushed at that boundary out of genuine care and concern and he's not wrong for that. I've been on his side of this equation too and the impulse to help in whatever way you can is impossible to resist, even if all you can offer is a meal.

But I also understand Rak. God do I understand him. That need to be alone, demanding to be left in peace, lashing out when someone won't despite it being with good intentions. When you've been pushed to your limit and you know a breakdown is coming and that there will be shrapnel when it does, the very last thing you want is for the people you care about to get hit with it.

Like @bird-inacage said in their post, Tongrak is a caged animal at this point. He's feeling vulnerable and defensive and he lashes out. He doesn't want to, he tries to stop it, but it ends up happening anyway.

And he regrets it. He does. The way I see it, he couldn't bring himself to knock on Mut's door both because he'd exhausted all his nerve in the fight with Prin and because a part of him was probably worried that he'd be rejected if he did. When you lash out, especially when you don't mean to, there's always a worry that you've done irreparable damage to your relationship with whoever was on the receiving end and that you won't ever be forgiven.

Sometimes it really is something as simple as a sticky note that brings you to tears and has you sobbing into your dinner in the middle of the night.

The note and the meal are proof that Tongrak hasn't been rejected, that he's still cared for despite the way he reacted after the fight and the things that he said. We know that Mut wasn't going to reject him but Rak needed to know that as well.

And now that they had their moment in the dressing room and the issue of the money has been talked about, we're paving a way forward for Rak to be able to express what he feels without using it as a defense mechanism. He still will, and he will hurt me many more times before we're done, but we're making progress.

[vimook]

"I think you know how to love better than any of us. That's why you find it all so painful."

[oneyou]

LOVE SEA | ep 1

[allovelyhappily]

Peat_"Tongrak vibes" cr. bellaxmitra

[hirmienworld]

Not me thinking "what a beautiful atmosphere, what a beautiful landscape" choking two seconds later as soon as Mahasamut spoke. This episode started off with a bang.

[prapaiwife]

These two were worshiping each other's body like rent is due!! Then dry humping grinding on each other like that...insane

[babybison]

bestie behavior

[bird-inacage]

LOVE SEA | Intro: Behind the Scenes (Almost Kisses)

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Love Sea Novel Excerpt: A BJ, Face-Riding, and the First Bareback

** From Chapters 20 "A Body as a Thank You" and 21 "8 out of 10 (?)"

He wanted to rely on this man.

For someone like him who never trusted or depended on anyone and didn't want anyone's insincere goodwill, the moment he heard those words, Tongrak wanted to bury his face in Mahasamut's broad shoulders. He wanted to be held tightly and be assured that his father would never return to harm his family again. But what should he do?

How should Tongrak express it so that Mahasamut would understand how desperately he needed this embrace?

Once again, Mahasamut's boldness came to his aid as the large hand slipped around his waist, pulling him close against his broad chest, the other hand slowly stroking his slender back.

"It's okay, you have me."

Normally, Tongrak would've retorted... What good does having you do?

But what Tongrak did was... grasp the back of Mahasamut's shirt.

Everything inside Tongrak calmed down instantly.

His cheek was warm as it was pressed against a shoulder. His back was warm from the caressing hand. His heart fluttered from the close embrace, and this man made him feel at peace.

It was enough for Tongrak to utter these words.

"Thank you, Mahasamut. Thank you."

Thank you for being here and for standing by me.

While the listener was momentarily stunned, a smile soon returned to grace his handsome face, Mahasamut's eyes shining with affection.

Looks like it's time to tease and change the mood a bit.

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

Mahasamut waited to see the frowning face looking up at him, the sexy, deep voice that would curse him for wanting a mile when given an inch. Not... the fair arms that rose to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss like this.

It wasn't just lips touching lips.

Bright red lips pressed firmly, a warm tongue slid into his mouth, entwining with his in a hungry dance, turning the initial surprise into a familiar response. Mahasamut's hands wrapped tightly around the slender waist, allowing the person in his arms to kiss him to his heart's content.

But Tongrak seemed insatiable.

His slender body demanded more with a flick of his tongue. Hands that once embraced his neck now cradled Mahasamut's jaw, urging him to accept an increasingly fierce kiss. The sound of saliva mingling with the lapping tongues was loud in their ears.

As Mahasamut responded, Tongrak demanded more.

They didn't know how long they kissed, but neither wanted to be the first to stop, as if wishing it could go on forever.

It was a sweet and wet kiss.

"Mmn."

Moans and heavy breaths resonated, vibrating through their mouths, shaking them both.

It had been an eternity before the slender figure finally pulled away, gasping for breath. His face was flushed, his lips bruised red, and their breaths were so close they mingled against each other's skin. The scorching breath fanned across Mahasamut's cheek as the most handsome man he'd ever seen pressed close to him, the man who'd bitten his lip, prompting Mahasamut to reach up and stroke his cheek.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" Mahasamut asked in a low voice, looking into the eyes that reflected his own image.

And then...

"What are you doing?"

Even Mahasamut was caught off guard when Tongrak pulled away from him. The writer didn't go far. Instead, he kneeled on the floor in front of the sofa, reaching to undo Mahasamut's pants. This prompted a stern question from Mahasamut, who looked down at the man gazing up at him and then back down at the crotch of his pants.

"Can I?"

Mahasamut was nearly driven crazy as the proud face descended upon his manhood, cheeks rubbing against it before speaking in a pleading tone.

Even if Tongrak hadn't asked, he'd have given permission anyway, but this was...

The southern man, his skin tanned by the sun, could only stare at the person who was pulling his engorged member out with a look of rapturous fascination. Fair hands cradled it gently, eyes filled with desire, yet still waiting for his consent.

Then, Mahasamut said, his voice dropping even lower, fingertips brushing against Tongrak's cheek.

"Do whatever you want. I'm already yours."

The look in Mahasamut's eyes, the response in his voice, and the light touch that felt scalding against Tongrak's skin...

Tongrak wanted Mahasamut.

Tongrak's handsome face was a clear display of desire, stirring Mahasamut's primal instincts. All he could do was watch as Tongrak stroked him. Tongrak's bright tongue circled his lips before the soft, pliant mouth Mahasamut knew to be so sweetly intoxicating enveloped his core.

"Ah," Mahasamut exhaled in contentment, his emotions so intense he had to tense his thighs.

Tongrak seemed to enjoy this reaction, his warm mouth nibbling and sucking along the length, his hand's touch gliding it, his moist tongue creating a tantalizing sensation for the recipient. Mahasamut's eyes shone with unbridled desire, his blood boiling to the point where veins bulged on his strong neck.

But Tongrak wanted more.

The man stroked, sucked, and licked, the heat like embers but slick in the way that he wanted to take it fully into his mouth. Yet Tongrak refrained, deliberately circling the taut head with his tongue. He felt tenseness from the one placing his hands on his shoulders before licking the tiny hole on the tip, tasting his precum until Mahasamut growled in his throat.

"You're wicked," Mahasamut whispered hoarsely by his ear, and then...

With no hesitation, Tongrak took his erection into his mouth, his soft tongue licking along the length, lips tightly wrapped to pull and suck on the substantial size that pushed deep into his throat.

He wanted more, so much more.

The thought made the writer move faster, sucking hard, feeling the man sitting with his legs spread tense up. Mahsamut's heavy breathing fueled his own arousal.

Now, it wasn't just Mahasamut who was overwhelmed with emotion; the heat also centered in the core of Tongrak. His legs were inadvertently squeezed together, rubbing to relieve the intense craving, but he didn't want to stop his mouth either.

The sound of flesh against a soft tongue mingled with the sound of clear liquid spilling over the edge of the mouth, but Tongrak still wasn't satisfied.

"You'll hurt yourself!" Mahasamut's dark eyes blazed, and a deep voice half-growled in warning. Large hands firmly grasped Tongrak's slender shoulders because Tongrak was going to hurt himself in pain.

But instead of stopping, the man being pushed away simply pressed his cheek against the substantial size, using his tongue to lick along it. His beautiful, tear-filled eyes locked onto Mahasamut, signaling a frenzy of emotion, and his hoarse voice whispered, "Do it."

And as if afraid Mahasamut wouldn't understand, he added...

"Fuck my mouth, will you?"

Mahasamut clenched his jaw nearly to the point of breaking.

Normally, just a command would nearly kill Mahasamut, but this... with that look on Tongrak's face, begging like that...

Why wouldn't Mahasamut notice how Tongrak moved his hips and the adorable part that bulged provocatively in his pants, signaling a desperate need for release? Yet, he still insisted on satisfying him until Mahasamut abandoned any sense of responsibility.

His large hand yanked Tongrak's arm, pulling him back up on the sofa. He looked at Tongrak, who was resisting because he still wanted to play with Mahasamut's cock in his mouth. Mahasamut had to lock his wrists above his head. His legs straddled over the pretty face, just like the hot, taut member that was pressed against Tongrak's lips.

"Here it is," Mahasamut said with a hoarse voice, his large hand guiding his member to rub against the pretty lips, watching his precum smear on the soft flesh in a lascivious display.

While Tongrak's lips... parted.

Damn it!

As if he'd forgotten how to think, Mahasamut thrust his rigid part into the scorching cavity in one swift motion.

He hadn't gone all the way in, but...

"Ah!" It was the man underneath who pushed his own face forward, taking it deep into the throat!

Mahsamut's sharp eyes narrowed, trying to control himself from thrusting into such a pretty throat that felt so good it was maddening. Seeing Tongrak's pained expression, as if he couldn't breathe, Mahasamut knew that taking it all in wasn't something just anyone could do. Therefore, he tensed up to restrain himself, even as sweat dripped down his face, his hands clenched, his teeth grinding so hard that the veins in his neck bulged.

He really wanted to thrust to the very end.

"Fuck," the younger man roared, using his hands to brace against the sofa, panting heavily. His sun-kissed skin flushed a sexy red, while his fierce face still looked down at the man underneath who insisted on playing with his cock incessantly.

Tongrak still moved his head, sucking and pulling as if it were the most delicious thing in the world, and this image was about to make Mahasamut lose all patience.

"I'm sorry."

"Ughhhh!"

Mahsamut grabbed the back of Tongrak's head and pushed himself in, looking into the honey-colored eyes that shed tears in pain, but still insistently sucked and licked him. And that made the man who had been trying to hold back comply with what Tongrak wanted.

He wanted to 'fuck' this man.

"Ughhh, ah, ha!!"

The man underneath moaned through tears, but then placed his hands on the larger ones again, forcing Mahasamut to be even more aggressive. Mahasamut, who'd been restraining himself since arriving in Bangkok, lost all patience.

The sound of heavy breathing mingled with the sound of flesh thrusting deep into the narrow throat, the sound of saliva mixing with desire, becoming a rough rhythm.

"I... want to come inside."

And with that, the lewd thoughts escaped from Mahasamut's mouth.

He wanted to bury himself in the scorching walls that clenched him, to thrust to the very end and release everything, to let everyone know whom Tongrak belonged to.

And it wasn't just a desire.

"Ah, ugh."

Mahasamut thrust into Tongrak's throat all the way, then pulled out, letting Tongrak cough forcefully. He quickly moved aside, pulling down the writer's pants and boxers and tossing them down beside the sofa. Mahasamut's hands parted the slender legs, spreading them wide before spitting on his palm to use as lubricant. THen, he slid his finger deep into the tight entrance.

Fuck.

Again, Mahasamut cursed to himself as the tight, clenching entrance nearly drove him mad, not to mention the fair hips that arched up to meet his penetrating touch.

Huh, ah," Tongrak moaned incoherently.

At this moment, the burning sensation of the fingers that were prepping Tongrak was nothing compared to the immediate lust that arose as soon as the fingers penetrated the tight hole. Tongrak wanted the larger part to penetrate, to feel the burning pain that made his insides tingle and the heat flare up in his lower stomach.

"Just fuck me now," Tongrak cried out, his legs spreading even wider.

He wanted it right now!

"Ahhh!!! Huh, ah, ah," Tongrak screamed out loud as the intense heat pressed against the entrance instead of fingers. It quickly thrust deep inside, sending shivers through him, his back arching like a bow.

The tension and sting were nothing compared to the tingling thrill that spread throughout Tongrak's body, bringing tears to his eyes. His hips twitched, his hands grasping at Mahasamut's neck as he took the large shaft that was slowly but deeply thrusting into him. His flushed face tilted back, tears brimming in his eyes.

Mahsamut saw that expression clearly and pulled the slender body up to sit astride his waist. His large hands shifted to cup the fair thighs, squeezing the soft buttocks, parking them to make way, and then...

"Uh!"

Tongrak thought it was as deep as it could go, but this position drove it even deeper, making his hands claw onto the broad shoulders. His tear-streaked face buried into Mahasamut's shoulder as he moaned.

As the hips continued to move, Tongrak whimpered, his voice caught in his throat as Mahasamut forced him to ride the large core beneath him.

Each time the hot shaft penetrated his inside deeply, a hoarse moan echoed. Tongrak felt both pain and tightness but, above all, a deep satisfaction.

He liked how wild Mahasamut was with him, how fierce, but... without causing real pain.

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Ah!"

As Mahasamut finished speaking, he didn't hesitate to thrust himself more forcefully into the tight space, his large hands kneading the soft buttocks relentlessly. His thrusting hips became more violent, his lips seeking the sweet spot on Tongrak's neck, his hot tongue licking the throat, his sharp teeth biting the Adam's apple, then nibbling down on it hard.

Each bite made the one in Mahasamut's arms flinch. Tongrak dug his feet into the sofa and rubbed his midsection on the firm abdomen.

Their intensity was such that even the high-quality sofa creaked. The other thing keeping it moving was probably the carpet underneath.

They were so intense that the sounds of their bodies colliding, the exchange of saliva, and the noise of thick fluids splashing around filled the air, and then...

"Do it again, harder," the beauty in his arms teased Mahasamut relentlessly.

Mahasamut pushed the fair body down again to lie flat, to... control the rhythm himself.

Tongrak's fair skin turned a flushed red, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body writhing in intense pleasure. All of this was in Mahasamut's view as he lifted the fair leg over his shoulders, pushing into the searing heat with even more force.

"Ah, yes, good, ugh, Mahasamut."

"Damn it!"

Mahasamut thrust again, and moans filled the living room. The body beneath him shuddered, twitching violently, releasing a milky fluid across his abdomen, which only spurred Mahasamut to follow suit.

"Cum inside, uh, me, ah."

Mahasamut thought to ease up, but the pleading cries of the one beneath him, whose body was twitching, made his body defy his thoughts. It was like a command that drove him mad. He thrust to the base, feeling the tight embrace that almost shattered his jaw. He released thick fluid, flooding the soft hole until it overflowed.

Who taught Tongrak to be such a tease!?

Tongrak lay spent, panting, but the beauty had awakened his primal instincts. As soon as Mahasamut pulled out, his large hand spread the pale thighs apart, his sharp eyes observing the pretty hole that clenched tightly with milky fluid leaking out. Mahasamut licked his lips.

This time, it's all on you, Tongrak.

"Ah, what are you... doing? Ah, Mahasamut don't... don't lick it, ugh, it's dirty," the one beneath him pushed against his broad shoulders, the fair hips jerking up, the waistline trembling with pleasure.

But do you realize that your tight part was eagerly twitching with pleasure from my licking?

And yes, what Mahasamut was doing.... was sliding his tongue into the burning hole.

The action made Tongrak's eyes widen, clear tears streaming from his eyes.

"Don't..."

That command made Mahasamut's sharp eyes look up.

Tongrak was the one seducing him.

"You like it."

Mahasamut ran his tongue along the narrow crevice in one go, making Tongrak gasp. Then, he added, "So much."

With just two words, they conveyed Tongrak's thoughts completely.

Mahasamut had already mentioned that he wanted to do several things with Tongrak. If both parties consented, it'd transform from being considered perverse to a delightful sexual pleasure.

Tongrak lay down on the soft sofa, raised a hand to cover his eyes, and then whispered, "Don't stop, keep going."

And that made Mahasamut's eyes sparkle with excitement.

The tall one didn't hesitate to bury his face into the enticingly private area, his wicked tongue probing deeply into the moist crevice, feeling the twitching and tensing of the person who moaned softly, a sign of how much Tongrak enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the once weakened part was becoming hard again.

"Mahasamut, more, do it again."

Mahasamut could say for sure that this was just the beginning.

And the person who'd brought out a hidden side of him was none other than the one in his embrace, the very person who was now making seductive sounds.

It seemed that Tongrak had indeed awakened a fierce demon within.

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Beneath the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp, a sun-kissed man stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. His sharp eyes fixed on the faint silhouette of a rounded form nestled under the thick blanket. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, fondness evident for the one who'd escaped to bed before him.

Mahasamut tossed the towel into the laundry basket, not hesitating to slip under the same blanket.

"Who said you could get in here?"

"Oh, no one, I'm just shameless," Mahasamut replied instantly, chuckling. His large hand slipped around a slender waist, pulling the warm body into his embrace. His gaze lingered on the one who verbally protested but willingly turned to rest against his chest.

Tongrak is so damn cute.

The guy was so adorable that Mahasamut couldn't help but...

"Where are you touching!?"

The moment his large hand ventured to squeeze the soft butt, the person in his arms jolted, letting out a surprised yelp. Tongrak looked up with a pout, prompting Mahasamut to plant a quick kiss on his lips, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Why would it not? Your thing isn't so tiny," Tongrak mumbled, but despite his words, the persistent hand continued to gently stroke his backside, as if knowing Tongrak still felt a deep-seated tenderness there.

Well, it feels strange after he took that thing out. With someone that size doing it that rough, not feeling anything would be crazy.

Tongrak grumbled and then rested his cheek against the warm chest.

After their heated activities in the living room, they continued in the bedroom, ending with Mahasamut carrying Tongrak to the bathroom for a thorough wash. The kind of cleaning that involved scooping out every last sticky remnant, forgetting the image of simply cuddling to sleep after climax. Tongrak said that was too messy!

So now, Tongrak laid freshly scented and content on a bed with newly changed sheets.

And it certainly wasn't Tongrak who changed them.

Mahasamut, the one who changed the sheets and bathed him, also being the last to shower, looked at the fair-skinned person with sparkling eyes. The desire to pinch those fair cheeks and kiss those pouting lips was overwhelming. Perhaps the thought was too intense, for the squeezing hand pressed a bit too firmly, prompting a punch on the chest by the one in his embrace.

"How long are you going to keep squeezing?"

"Well, can I tease you with a finger then?"

Mahasamut meant a tease involving a finger in that part.

At this moment, Mahasamut's fingers slipped into the unguarded crevice, gently smoothing the tender entrance, causing Tongrak to startle. The young writer knew full well that Mahasamut wasn't just playing. If he gave in even slightly, he'd end up having to shower again. So he spoke with a heavy, hoarse voice from too much moaning earlier, "Stop, it stings."

"Should I apply some ointment?"

Mahasamut paused, his initial playful intent giving way to a gentle touch on the sensitive area. He massaged softly until Tongrak had to object with a trembling voice.

"Stop touching there, or I'll get hard."

And it won't end with just applying ointment.

As the suggestive reply made the concerned man smile, the large hand shifted to soothingly stroking the soft butt cheeks, pleased to have a certain someone snuggled close. If asked whether Mahasamut preferred their passionate encounters or just cuddling, Mahasamut couldn't choose. He only knew he liked having Tongrak in his arms.

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They talk about how Mahasamut can help deal with Tongrak's father and then---

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"About my father... I know what he wants. I'll just give it to him. And if you want to help..." Tongrak met Mahasamut's gaze with seriousness. "Meena's important to me."

The listener smiled back, his voice even more earnest while saying, "Then she's important to me, too."

Because you are important to me.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, Mahasamut thought Tongrak understood as the pretty face turned away quickly, cheeks flushing amidst the soft light. Plus, Tongrak was trying to hide his shyness with a forced, stern voice, not realizing how incredibly sexy that husky tone was.

"Stop grabbing my butt already."

"Haha, I can't help it. It feels nice."

Mahasamut laughed heartily, unable to resist teasing the one pretending to fuss in his embrace. Then, he asked, "On a scale of one to ten, what do I get?"

"Huh?"

Mahasamut loved the wide-eyed look of confusion on Tongrak's face.

"My sex skills," Mahasamut said, bursting into laughter as the listener opened his mouth slightly as if wanting to curse but then stopped, unsure how to scold such a shameless person.

So, Mahasamut teased even more. "I'm pretty confident in my own skills. Actually, ten is too low. I think it should be a hundred..."

"Eight."

While the overconfident man continued to tease, the one wanting to curse interjected immediately, causing Mahasamut to stop mid-sentence and look at the one who repeated, "I give you an eight."

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Love Sea episode 1 Commentary

So yesterday the first episode of Love Sea was released. After watching it, I decided to put down my thoughts and impressions. Hopefully I can keep it up until the end of the drama.

First, a few things:

I have bought and read the Love Sea novel. I will try my best not to spoil anything, but this knowledge informs my perception and my commentary. I have also read Love Sand, which chronologically happens before Love Sea, and I will spoil minor plot points if I think they can help understand elements in the drama.

There will be no Mame hate in this post, or in any other posts.

With that out of the way, let’s start:

The drama opens by separately introducing the main characters. Masahamut is diving, checking and noting damages, while Tongrak is on his way to the island, wearing the most impractical travel outfit he could have possibly worn. We learn that his stay on the island was booked by Connor Warrington, a close friend of his.

The character introduction is pretty well done. Masahamut is set up as a character who deeply cares about the well-being of the island he lives on. He is shown interacting with his friend Palm (they are not biologically related, they are senior/junior) and we get an impression of someone who communicates well with others and has a joking, playful side to him. Meanwhile, Tongrak is shown alone, even as he talks with Connor, we do not hear his replies, so we get the sense of someone cut off from other people. His outfit is also very fancy, showing his financial comfort, but also wildly impractical, showing that he is not very down to earth.

To explain who the characters are in the Mame universe, Masahamut is the best friend of Khom, who is Type’s childhood friend (from Tharntype). Khom is dating Connor, who is close friend with Tongrak. Tongrak is also a novelist, and his novels have been adapted by the movie director Aphros, who is Prapai’s uncle and the director who inspired Sky after his breakdown (not going to lie, with all those connections, I am low-key surprised that the closest we ever got to incest was Tum and Tar’s relationship).

At the docks, Tongrak is not exactly impressed with the place he will be staying at. We have it confirmed that Connor booked his stay because Tongrak’s next novel will be about the ocean (Connor my beloved I love you so much you asshole). Masahamut meets Tongrak at the docks and decide to piss him off by speaking in a Southern accent and not driving an appropriate vehicle to transport his suitcases. After Tongrak blows a fuse, Masahamut cuts him off and borrows a cargo tricycle.

This develops the characters a bit further. Tongrak shows a rather childish side and a lack of control over his emotions, while Masahamut’s confidence and capacity to adapt is set up. We also see more of his playful, “troll” side. I also like how his popularity on the island is subtly shown by having him borrow a bike from someone with no issue whatsoever. People trust him!

Tongrak immediately calls Connor to complain and demands to go home, further showing his childish, needy side. We get to hear Connor, who is mostly amused. Meanwhile, Masahamut unloads Tongrak’s suitcases with an amused expression and grabs the phone to chat up with Connor.

For more explanation about Connor and Masahamut’s relationship, they met when Connor stayed at the island for the holiday. He met Khom, who was working as Masahamut’s assistant and as Connor’s guide, and Masahamut helped Connor in his pursuit of Khom (in exchange for monetary compensation. Truly a win/win situation for everyone involved).

I love how entertained Masahamut is with Tongrak’s prissiness. He doesn’t care or take it personally, just rolls with it and takes advantage of it to troll him.

Masahamut escorts Tongrak to his room, who immediately pushes him out and ignore his offer to be at his disposal if he needs anything.

Sidenote, but I love Tongrak raging against the suitcase and later at the blankets. It is so cute, childish and relatable at the same time. I have definitely “scolded” a zipper because it wouldn’t open or the printer because it had issues.

We cut to Mook, Tongrak’s assistant/secretary, who is looking very busy and overworked. She is so far the most relatable character in the drama for me, down with the messy hair. She is called by Vi, Tongrak’s best friend, who promises to keep her busy. I love her, she is such a troll! Also a cameo appearance by Ja, which is definitely great to see! Hope he’s been well!

We cut back to Tongrak as he goes to a bar, wearing a really awesome sheer shirt and enjoying the attention he gets. Palm is his waiter, and immediately start hyping up Masahamut. We get confirmation that Masahamut is really popular both with the residents and with the tourists. We also learn that he is bi, which is great! We always love to see bi representation.

Tongrak seems pissed both at the fact that Masahamut is popular and by the fact that people would assume he is attracted to him, which he is definitely not! One hundred percent not! Not a trace of attraction here! Who cares if Masahamut is handsome anyway? Not him that’s who! And his sulking has nothing to do with it.

Next morning, we get to see how much Masahamut is involved in his community. While it may seem a bit heavy-handed, I do like that this aspect of Masahamut is so strongly enforced. It gives him a lot more depth and shows his maturity.

This mature impression is immediately countered when we see that he has a double of Tongrak’s keys and didn’t tell him. He immediately takes on the caretaker role and as he cleans up the room, we learn that Connor paid Masahamut to serve as Tongrak’s caretaker/nanny/guide/sitter during his time on the island. Is it like some kind of gift reciprocity? Masahamut helped Connor date his best friend so Connor helps Masahamut get with his own friend? I also really like the comparison of Tongrak to a cat. It suits him so well. We also have it mentioned again that Tongrak is very lonely (initially, Connor filled that loneliness void, but once he started dating Khom, he could no longer give as much attention to Rak as he used to, hence why he is trying to find a solution.)

Connor wakes Tongrak up. Not going to lie I would punch him! Do not bother me before I had my tea and breakfast! As he tries to punch him Tongrak falls on the ground, giving Masahamut a perfect view of his body.

The “seduction” scene is really well-done. You can see the switch as Tongrak finds himself in a more familiar territory and tries to seduce Masahamut by removing his robe/shirt. He really seems to enjoy having power over Masahamut, especially since the latter has annoyed him so much. However while Masahamut is admirative, he does not lose his head and starts commenting on Tongrak’s lack of body hair. You can really see the switch back as Tongrak loses his confidence. Peat acted really well in that scene!

I love how offended Tongrak is by Masahamut’s lack of sexual interest. Poor kitty got his pride hurt! Speaking of which I also love how Masahamut speaks of Tongrak like a kitty he is taking care of.

Tongrak tries to provoke Masahamut by constantly asking for a different breakfast and being picky, to no success. I always enjoy seeing Tongrak’s bratty side, especially when his brattiness doesn’t work.

Masahamut is such a troll! I love him already!

Meanwhile, Tongrak has found out a way to get Masahamut to do what he wants (to some extent). He pays him to get him to speak in a Central dialect. It really sets well the economic difference between them. Tongrak has money to burn and Masahamut will do anything for money. I love how much he doesn’t care about being bought and getting money from his clients. Masahamut is there singing “Material Girl” and doesn’t care about what anyone thinks!

I love it any time Tongrak’s more vain side is shown. The way he jumps when Masahamut mentions wrinkles. Also he is supposed to be in his late twenties/early thirties.

Masahamut offers his sexual services and can obviously see that Tongrak is more interested than he lets on. “Even if you were the last man on Earth, I still wouldn’t want you”. Oh hey! I heard a cool girl named Elizabeth Bennet say the exact same thing. I wonder what happened to her….

We cut back to Mook rehearsing her speech to Vi to not have to work as her assistant. By the way I love her shirt! As she dares Vi to call her, she answers her prayers and does so! We get to see that Mook has an itemized list of how to deal with Vi! That is some thoroughness! Anyway Vi claims a light bulb in her room is busted and that Mook needs to come and change it. I see Vi subscribes to the “pulling her hair” strategy in courtship. Meanwhile Mook is getting more and more erratic and her faces are amazing! She looks offended, outraged and confused at the same time. Also I love how messy her hair is.

“I’m a frail lead actress who can’t do anything on her own” as she sits on the ladder she used to bust her own light bub to get her crush to come to her place! I love Vi she’s such a troll! Also does she have Mook’s picture? I can’t really see well.

In his room, Tongrak is having trouble writing the sex scene and we learn he needs to have sex or to hug someone to properly write sex scenes. It really is interesting that Tongrak needs an intense physical situation to describe a romantic sex scene, because it suggests that he cannot conceptualize the intensity of the emotions involved unless he experiences a “similar”, physical sensation. It really goes with him being lonely but also suggests he never truly offered his heart to anyone.

The next day, Tongrak is working on his novel, looking extremely cute with his round glasses, while Masahamut is waiting. He soon gets bored and starts reading what Tongrak is writing. I wonder if the sex scene he reads out is a random scene that was written especially for this or if it was taken from another of Mame’s novels. I cannot place it.

Anyway Masahamut is bored of it and takes Tongrak on a boat to show him around. I love how Masahamut gently scolds Tongrak and tells him to sit properly so that he doesn’t fall, causing Tongrak to sulk. It sets up their future dynamic. Also Masahamut don’t scold the kitty! He’s a city kitty and has never been on the sea before.

Tongrak is called by Mook and doesn’t hear her well. Yeah in the middle of the sea it is a lost cause. Masahamut decides to take a dive while Tongrak is on the phone, causing him to panic. I actually agree with Tongrak here! For safety reasons Masahamut should have warned him.

Tongrak freaks out and starts crying. Masahamut tries to reassure him by poiting out that he’s fine but is unsuccessful. I love how he takes the freak out seriously and only reaches to touch him after Tongrak has been unresponsive. Tongrak scolds him and Masahamut reaches out to hug him and apologize. I love the light little kiss on the forehead and how Tongrak slowly accepts Masahamut’s hug.

Afterwards, Tongrak is embarrassed about his crying episode (don’t worry baby it happens to the best of us) and plays the shy Victorian maiden when Masahamut moves to remove his shirt as if he didn’t wear a sheer shirt in public two days before. Masahamut offers to show him the good stuff, and just like Tongrak I was not thinking of clams when he said that! Again, I love how confident Masahamut is! He is aware of his charm and sees well the effect he has on Tongrak. The episode ends with them still on the roof of the boat.

Overall I really enjoyed this episode. It was a good set up for the characters and I love the atmosphere they created. I look forward to seeing more of it.