#firskhao

[khaoala]

i think you would enjoy this one https://x.com/kittenawat/status/1976766556924526625?t=rOr7X7Gq-0mBAeg80Jf4kw&s=19

and you're very much right. i enjoy it tremendously.

[baekhyuns-purple-buttplug]

Bison doing shit that every sibling does which is selective hearing like u Bison are a lil shit. Fuck Fadel is strong af for not beating the shit outta Bison cause I would pull out them boxing gloves for this

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends Episode 12 | No one messes with Ray's man

I plan to go into a deeper post on this, but I really like how Ray went into protective mode over Sand here. When Ray had doubts about whether Sand may be tempted to get back with Boeing, he prompts Sand to make that decision for himself. Whereas once he finds out that Boeing never genuinely cared about Sand in the first place and his attempts to 'rekindle' were purely a game, Ray was having none of that, and quickly declares he'll be taking matters into his own hands. Knowing that Boeing hurt Sand once, he's not going to allow him to do it again. Not on his watch.

It shouldn't be taken lightly that Sand allows Ray to fight his battle for him here. Sand, who is usually so stubborn on trying to handle things on his own. He gave Ray full permission to exert his boyfriend card, whilst he stood back and looked so goddamn proud.

I also just really enjoy Mew being the captain of the Ray/Sand ship. He was all for them from day one, and he genuinely wants to see his best friend happy. So in no way was he going to let Boeing mess this up for the both of them. Seeing them band together to give him what he deserved was so satisfying.

[d-sik]

i just LOVE see ppl yapping abour fk everything i see about them is CRAZY ROMANCE THE DEFINITION OF FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE AND WE BE SOOOOO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THAT THAT IT HURTS

[kevin-the-bruyne]

first kanaphan puitrakul please know that i fully blame your jealous ass over why i don't have a firstkhao version of joong's bl boys in the palm of my hand series

[khaoala]

love love I need somebody to love.

[d-sik]

rn im reading sunrise sunset akkayan fic and im going insane i swear to god if this doesnt have a happy ending i will be the one killing myself

[kevin-the-bruyne]

Firstkhao and getting drenched while wearing white please!

honestly i have no idea why i cant write firstkhao like a normal person but here is whatever this is - me emoting about Khaotung's beauty in this extremely reductive fashion. Also flipflopping tenses just gotta get used to 'em i guess lol

Pairing: FirstKhao

Rating: G (lol semi NSFW my ass)

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First didn’t think that after five years of being joined at the hip there could be new things to notice about someone.

And yet everyday it feels like all he does is discover Khaotung anew. 

The sharpness of his gaze when he’s Ayan - and the softness of it when he’s not. The tired lines around his eyes that come from long days back to back days of squeezing your soul out for a character. The frustration when he gets takes wrong one too many times. 

And then there are things that he pretends not to notice or else he would have to admit that he thinks about them a little too often.

Like the pink of his lips and how they complement his rosy cheeks whenever Khaotung blushes, or the sweep of his lashes that make him look so delicate. First knows what it feels like to have Khaotung’s body push up against him with intent, eyes holding equal part mischief and fondness.

Thanks to this series, First has to contend with the fact that he knows what Khaotung tastes like now for the rest of his life. He has to think about how Khaotung doesn’t taste different from any of the other people First has kissed, Khaotun doesn’t taste different from what First thought he liked. 

At least not in words Khaotung doesn’t taste different. 

In words, it’s still just tongue and lips and saliva but in an abstract plane of experience it’s also Khaotung and so it’s different. It's weird because it’s not. It’s weird only because he doesn’t know how to describe it other than that it's just lips and tongue and saliva but its also Khaotung and its what First likes.

Then there are things about Khaotung that he vehemently wishes he didn’t know.

Like the time that Khaotung had stared up at the sky when it started raining in the middle of filming. Long moments of quiet contemplation with the clouds and then he’d just stepped out from under the awning they were sheltered under and had spread his arms. It had taken but a second for Khaotung to drench through but First watched it happen as though he could see every drop, one by one weight down his hair, seeping into his clothes, every inch of skin that peeked out as though shy behind the now translucent white of their school uniforms.

First could have lived his entire life without knowing what Khaotung looked like in that moment so small under the force of the universe, a lone figure in the abandoned set, every fragile line of his body highlighted by the way his clothes clung to his body. And yet so large in his joy, in the rays of sunshine no longer visible beyond the clouds but now shining from his face.

First could have lived his entire life happily without that acute feeling of thirst that comes from wanting a warm cup of tea in the sprinkles of errant raindrops that find their way onto him and having his mind zero in on Khaotung’s dusky nipples, until thirst and desire are all but the same.

‘What are you doing?’ First asks because he has to do something before he ends up tackling everyone else who’s looking at Khaotung. He can hear the staff chatter around him. He doesn’t know that they’re talking about Khaotung but how could they not? What else is there in this moment but Khaotung in the rain?

‘You’ll get in trouble for ruining the costumes!’ First continues and Khaotung finally turns his face away from the clouds, brushes the strands of wet hair on his forehead back, ‘what are you on about? We have been sweating in these all day. They’ll wash it before the next Q’ and then before First can continue arguing Khaotung reaches his hand out, ‘Come,’ he says, ‘let’s have fun.’