Punn is tight as Thawin enters him, hasn’t done this before despite how much he had thrown himself at Thawin, had tried hard to convince him otherwise.
Thawin doesn’t expect Punn to shift personalities, not now, but Punn goes soft and pliant in his bed, legs wrapped around Thawin’s.
Punn’s hands come up to Thawin’s neck, stroke his hair, and Punn tilts his head coquettishly. It’s very different than the Punn he’d brought home.
“Who are you now?” Thawin asks, as he starts to move his hips.
Punn gasps, shy although he looks straight into Thawin’s eyes. “Someone who’s yours.”