CHAPTER 21 : "The Dragon's Plea"

At halftime, the spectators go out to the racecourse. Which is one of the charms and traditions of this
sport, the trampling of the ground helps to level the ground that has been dug by the gallops of the
horses and thus flatten the playing field. The important thing is that the public and the athletes have
time to meet, talk, relax and get to know each other while waiting for the second half.

However, Big wasn't interested in going for walks with other people. He just sat quietly smoking in the
back of the bushes, not far from the store. As he sat he closed his eyes to let go of a bad feeling and
make it go away, thinking that he didn't want to be in that place anymore.

Suddenly, he could feel something approaching and suddenly someone's thick hand patted him on the
shoulder and then grabbed him fiercely, pulling him around and kissing him violently.

"Ah! "Ah",

Big yelled in shock. But when he saw that he was Dragon, he raised his foot and kicked his ankles.

"Oww!!"

But the wounded one is Big, because Dragon was wearing thick boots up to the knees, therefore, he
didn't feel any blow.

Big gave Dragon an annoyed look and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Now the strong gazes of
both faced each other.

Both people were standing, facing each other.

"What's wrong?" Dragon asked in an intimidating voice.

"Nothing."

"Then why don't you answer my calls?"

Big refused to answer and pretended to be ignorant. Then Dragon carried his body, to leave him in a
long chair. Big hit him on the shoulders to get him to release him. But Dragon went to bite down hard on
his neck through his shirt.

"Yuck! It hurts, Dragon!"

A white hand smashed into his sharp face. But the owner didn't even flinch.

"What do you like about him?He's heavy. He just drives a Lamborghini, I can buy it."

Dragon said in a deep voice. Hearing this, Big frowned. Before he could answer anything, his lips were
crushed and kissed again.
"Ah! Ugh!!"

Big trying to resist hitting the shoulders of the other person. But when his lips were bitten so fiercely, his
entire body shuddered.

Finally, the two were kissing on a bench until their clothes were loose. Big walked over and straddled the
wide lap of the person who made him so hot. In his mind, the image of Dragon galloping across the field
caused a flurry of emotions along with a gentle swaying of the hips. Then he dared to insert his tongue
to passionately invade the other person's mouth.

Click click click

While those two men kissed with such vigor, between the agitated breaths the sound of Dragon's clock
was heard. It was the alarm.

Dragon pulled away from Big, his long fingers wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth. Then he
straightened his clothes, to return to the field in order.

"After the race, we have things to talk about." Dragon said, walking away quickly, to prepare for the
second half of the game.

Big raised his middle finger on Dragon's broad back as he backed away from him. He then began
ordering clothes to make his way into the store. His lips were still hot. Dragon's flavor still lingers and
never fades inside him.

'Crazy people like to be violent all the time, so you know you'll get hurt.' Big thoughts are sad. Suddenly
he saw the bushes tremble behind him, so he got up from the bench and went to check what was
happening with his own hands.

"I found it!"

A body jumped in front of Big, surprising him. Before it showed a white rat and a black rat in front of
him.

"Go."

A man's screams sounded behind him. He turned to look and saw Phi Kla. One of the members of the
DOTTA Biggest Association, he had met him before at Da's party. He picked up the two mice, but instead
grabbed the white rat and turned it over to look at its stomach from side to side.

"Did you give birth? Where are your children?"

The stupid man was talking to the mouse, which reminded Big of that strange medicine bottle. Before
smiling, he walked away the other way. Leaving him alone to continue the conversation with his little
friend.
Returning to the store. The second half of the match had already started around one o'clock. The home
team and the away team scored close to each other. But Big felt that Dragon's fierce and intimidating
eyes were constantly staring at him, preventing him from acting normally.

After a while he got up to chat and have fun with everyone in the room. He takes advantage of his
conquest skills to talk and get the contact of many girls. Finally Big continues to be a playboy for the
female sex.

But still, he doesn't even think about contacting them, he just asked.

When the competition ended, the visiting team emerged victorious, amid euphoric applause from the
spectators cheering Dragon on all sides. At the Dragon trophies and awards ceremony, his expression
was so dry that no one wanted to get close to him.

Except...

"Why are you mad?"

Elder Kong, the Dragon Lord, came over to greet him.

"My lover doesn't like me well." Dragon answered with a scowl.

"Are you nice to him? Even to talk like that."

Dragon didn't reply, but stared at his superior. Before nodding as if to say hello and walk gently and find
a way to get away from the designated area to get the prizes, which is quite chaotic.

Big came and waited for the driver to deliver his car in front of the exit. But a thick hand grabbed his arm
first.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, I'm going." Said Big trying to let go of his hand, but the other person didn't let go.

"I said we needed to talk."

"I don't want to talk, hey!"

Before he could finish speaking, Dragon carried him over his shoulder, leading him to his own white
Jaguar, which the driver had parked right in front of him. Just as Big was about to escape, Dragon shoved
him into a seat inside, fastened his seat belt tight, and hurried into the driver's side.

"Where are you going, my car?" Big turned to look at the Mercedes Benz AMG, his own silver car being
driven in the back of the Jaguar. Big alternately glared at Dragon with anger and a giddy gaze.

"I called your babysitter to come get it."

"Huh? Who?"
"Phi Phak," Dragon said smiling.

"I said you were too drunk to drive, so you were going to sleep with me in my condo today."

"Drunk... in your house, Dragon, you lied!"

The driver smiled nervously. "Why? Do you want to play first? In that place."

"Then why can't I play? Do you think I'm easy?!"

Big cried out helplessly before quickly closing his mouth. He can't say anything, since he doesn't even
know what words will come out of his mouth. Fortunately, Dragon was no longer joking, he stopped
raising his eyebrows.

Big hasn't been to Dragon's condo in a long time. The last time they set foot in that room was the day
they had a serious argument. There was a strange pain in his chest, but saying that Big didn't feel any
tension. He was still familiar with the things in that room.

Arriving at the condo, Big sat down on the cream couch. His cheeks secretly heat up. Remembering the
countless things the two of them had done there.

"What do you want to drink?" Dragon asked.

"If you have to say something, just say it."

Dragon didn't say anything, but he made his way over to the couch, lying on top of Big. His messy head
rested on the warm chest of his person.

Breathing in that long-awaited scent, allowing it to fully enter his nostrils, Big was dizzy and confused.
They were both embarrassed.

"You... Hey, what do you want to talk about?"

"Give me a break, I'm tired." Said Dragon pressing further into his chest, his expression looking really
tired.

Thus, galloping after the ball to score points for the visiting team, it was one of the positions that rested
the least. After thinking about it, he couldn't do anything but let the person on his chest continue to
sleep. Dragon secretly rubbed his hips, Big could feel that great size gloriously.

"Enough… get up." Big said after almost five minutes.

"Why can't I hug you for a bit?"

His sharp face lit up with a wide look. He frowned in a way that he didn't often see.

"Why did you come to Tawatosa's polo party?"

"Phi Nine invited me to be a guest of the Sirikawin family."

Hearing that, Dragon bit into Big's white cheeks, like a mouthful. The bitten person groaned and
slammed into the broad shoulders of the person above him, pushing him back.

"Like?" Dragon asked, Big still not fully understanding the exact meaning of the question, he thought he
was joking as usual and contested me with another question.

"Because you want to know?"

Big made a secret face. Dragon then pressed a soft kiss, before lightly biting his lips. But this act
infuriated him. Because he thought Dragon was good, but he keeps making fun of him.

"You're never serious." Big said.

"Well, but you just take me until you feel relieved and then you go." The haughty words gradually spilled
out from his luscious red lips. Big thinking that he would try to be calm. But when he meets Dragon, he
can't help himself.

"I'm sorry… everything." Dragon said, frowning, because he didn't expect Big to be willing to say those
words.

"Do you think that you're sorry... everything will change?" Big said in a stuttering voice.

"So what should I do to change it?"

Big felt that he would disappear. His white cheeks turned red and his heart began to race.

'It's a trap.'

"What are you going to do, don't tell me, I've never been interested in that." Big said, turning his gaze to
another direction. He didn't want to look at his beautiful face, since he was only a few inches from his
own face.

"Who said I don't care? It's you who doesn't care. You didn't care how many times I called you, you
always hung up."

This is a great way he was reluctant to turn it around and just refused to accept it so he said: "Well... it's
you... you never tell me anything... you just come and go. Play polo but you don't say a word."

Dragon didn't open his mouth or say a single word, while Big continued to row alongside the ditch. Yes,
in the past Dragon thought that this guy was really annoying. But now he sees in a situation like this, he
looks cute and nice and doesn't joke around.

"So why are you cutting off my calls? So how can I talk?"

"Then why didn't you text to tell me." He returned his words.
"But you never answered the phone. So I thought you were mad. And I didn't know if you wanted to
know what was going on in my life or not. So I didn't text you."

Dragon's last sentence reached Big's heart, since the other person wasn't speaking lightly. So, Big felt
guilty that he wasn't doing as well as he'd hoped.

"I… please… Can you blame me?" Big said in a broken voice.

Big said like a stubborn person.

"Okay." Dragon replied.

"Cut it out. We can be fine as usual." Said Big.

"Well, you like it that way." Dragon said, before raising his eyebrows. "Right?" He is sliding his big hands
down his hips.

'Really crazy!' Big thought of his heart, while both his cheeks burned. So he said...

"Get up and go out, you're heavy, you're sweaty and smelly."

In fact, he didn't stink at all. The smell of his sweat mingled with the deep scent of his perfume, which
made Big inhale it over and over again because he loved it to the point of driving him crazy.

'...I like it… I like it so much. But I will never tell.'

"Go take a shower and change your clothes."

"Shall we take a shower together?"

"Huh." Big exclaimed.

Suddenly, he was lifted from the sofa and taken to the bathroom. Dragon quickly managed to remove
Big's clothes. He couldn't resist, but when he was touched down there, he was weak and limp. Having
that comforting conversation earlier filled him with nostalgia. Still, he was placed in the tub filled with
water next to Dragon.

"It's too cold?"

Dragon asked in a whisper as he swept water over Big's smooth white skin. He shook his head in
embarrassment. Because it's the first time they've taken a bath together without starting to have sex. It
is really a bath together. So he squeezed out a handful of shampoo before rubbing his body. Dragon saw
him and groaned in his throat. Big, who was conscious, quickly slipped the rest of the shampoo into his
hand and rubbed it into his hair.

"Lie down and I'll wash your hair." Dragon said, as he slowly leaned in closer.
Strong, thick hands that were both warm and rough gently swept through Big's hair. Squeezing and
massaging his head comfortably, Big closes his eyes, flooding with warmth. Then Dragon pressed a light,
sweet kiss to his temple. Big then turned around with a head full of white foam. He looked so cute that
Dragon had to use his tongue to push out his own sharp fangs to attack, but...

"Ugh! Let me wash your hair, huh."

"Oh."

Dragon simply nodded, so he squeezed the shampoo to immediately coat his head with pleasure. He
then began to design a new hairstyle for Dragon. Either pointing to the sky like Vegeta from the Dragon
Ball cartoon, slightly split, or extending it like a buffalo horn. Dragon allowed him to play with his own
head as he wished. In exchange for a soft kiss, on the white cheeks, followed by the fragrant neck of
him.

The two bathed together and the tense relationship gradually faded.

When they leave, Dragon chooses his own clothes. Unlike before, he always gave him only one shirt to
wear. After this behavior, so different and changed, Big's heart beats faster, maybe it's because he's
getting used to it.

"Are you hungry?" Big asked, as Dragon kept his trembling hands stroking the soft hips under Big's shirt
for a long time.

"I'm hungry!"

"So let's eat something. I'll prepare for it."

Big said and grabbed a naughty hand, removed it from his butt and went into the kitchen. Dragon
hurriedly walked over to stand behind him.

It doesn't matter if Big, open the refrigerator, open the cabinet, open the counter, Dragon continues
behind him hugging him and resting his head on his shoulder all the time.

Big is usually annoying, when people come to touch him a lot. But with Dragon, he feels none of that. By
hiring all this he quite liked it. When he already had everything ready, he said:

"Would you like to eat instant noodles?"

"Will you do that...?"

"Yes, let's eat together." He said dryly.

"Your stir fry noodles are delicious, I want to eat them again."

After receiving unexpected compliments, Big's face blushed to the ears. So, he gets to start cooking
again with Dragon following on his back like before.
"Don't bite me, it's skipping..."

"Well, it's not my fault you smell good."

"I just had a shower, of course I smell good."

Said Big, who was being stalked around his neck like a madman by the person hugging him from behind
while he was frying vegetables. The noodles aren't as good as they should be.

"I don't want to eat fried noodles anymore." Dragon whispered, but Big, who didn't keep up, thought
Dragon was distracting him by cooking for herself, so he lowered the spatula until he made a thud and
said.

"So what do you want to eat?" He asked in an annoyed tone. While Dragon secretly laughed.

"Hmmm… Dragon wants to eat… Big."