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This is what will happen if you let them share a bed

Pocky day!

They are in a temporary truce.

Bam will give Khun lots of sweets. <3

Far Away

“Just one chance, just one breath

Just in case there's just one left”

You’re not going to tell me this man doesn’t have daily dreams about Bam and how he couldn’t save him even though he plan for everything

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter May 2, 2023.

Recipient: @JusALittleWeird (Prompt)

Summary: Mutually possessive Khunbam

It took Khun just a few minutes to go to the bathroom and come back, but already a vulture had swooped in. He threw an arm around Bam’s shoulder and glowered at Isu.

“Oh, hi Khun-ssi!” Bam held up a curved glass. “Look, Isu brought me a drink.”

Khun took one look at the pink liquid inside and narrowed his eyes at it. “May I see?”

Bam handed over the drink and Khun swirled the glass and took a sniff. Isu shifted uncomfortably when the drink was held out to him. “He won’t be having this.”

Isu slowly grabbed it. “Oookay. My bad. I’ll just… see if anyone else wants it. See ya.”

Isu rushed away and Khun turned to Bam, pressing close and whispering in his ear. “Don’t take anything anyone gives you, Bam. You should only trust me, understood?”

A defiant whisper cut back, “Then don’t leave me alone next time, Khun-ssi. You know I hate it when I can’t see you.”

Khun huffed as he turned away. “It was just to the bathroom.”

“I could have waited outside the stall.”

“No. You need to learn—“

“Learn what? How to breathe without you?” Bam cupped Khun’s cheek and made him face him. “I can, but why should I? You’re mine, aren’t you?”

A shiver ran down Khun’s spine, his lips tingling as he yearned to devour those words right out of Bam’s mouth. “Don’t be mistaken.” He grabbed Bam’s wrist and squeezed. “You’re the one who belongs to me first.”

It was quick like a viper strike, how Khun leaned in and nipped at Bam’s lower lip before taking a step back with a come hither look. Bam licked his lips and followed him out of the dining room and into the hall.

What is... Alpha vs. Beta Reader?

Most writers do not publish a work without it going through the process of being critiqued by multiple people beforehand. People that do the critiquing are alpha and beta readers.

But where is the difference?

Alpha readers come in first. They can read your draft at any point, you can even just run your first ideas by them. The alpha reader should focus on the general story, the bigger picture. They tell you where plot holes are and if an idea or scene in underdeveloped. They will tell you if one of your ideas just don't translate on the page just yet. You should take their feedback and apply it.

After working on the draft with the feedback you got, it's time for the beta reader. This one comes in towards the end, when the overall draft is finished. A beta reader should represent your target audience and should tell you what they liked and didn't like as a reader, not a fellow writer. They can tell you about what they felt while reading your story and if they cared about the characters. Beta readers will examine the whole story like the alpha readers, but they will do it more in-depth, which is why it's important to have them come in at the end, when you've gone through multiple rounds of revisions of the overall story.

I decided to change the style of art a little. I wanted to work with liners and colors, as I have not used them for a long time, I like the result, and you? <3

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This was a ToP server collab from 9/25/21.

If lighthouses had talking AIs, Khun's AI would probably berate him for not taking care of himself.

Script by @Bird91357072, Voice by me, Art/Animation by @pastel84950110.

Originally posted on Twitter Jun 18, 2023.

Summary: Khunbam bed sharing NSFW. Originally a runaway prompt response

The heater had chosen the perfect time of night when maintenance was asleep to stop working.

Bam whined as he pulled his blanket tighter around himself. His jacket lay abandoned on the floor, flung in annoyance after it tried to suffocate him when he laid down. He curled his legs tighter against his chest, and let out another disgruntled whine.

His roommate, Khun, growled, and a bed creaked. A second later, Bam’s bed sunk, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty for waking him up. He felt that miserable.

“Can’t sleep?” Khun grumbled.

Fingers mussed his hair and Bam fussed. “No. I’m freezing.”

“Move over, then.”

Bam made a confused noise, wondering how they were going to fit in a bed meant for one. But Khun shoved him until he was pressed against the wall and laid down beside him. Arms wrapped around his torso and roughly pulling him back against a firm chest.

Bam blinked as the blanket was rearranged around him and Khun finally settled down. The hot air of a sigh tickled Bam’s nape, and he shivered.

“I’ll keep you warm. Now let me sleep.”

Bam swallowed the nervous lump in his throat as his body's heat skyrocketed. They were pressed snug together without any space between them. Khun’s long legs wrapped around his, his hips pressed against his rear. He could feel every breath he took and every beat of his heart.

Breathing was difficult as he laid as still as he could. He liked to sleep with his knees bent, but Khun had him locked down and he didn’t want to disturb him anymore. But maybe he was already asleep, and it would just be a quick movement. He lifted one knee and his rear pushed against something soft—

He heard a sharp gasp and Khun jerked against him, followed by a hiss, “Don’t move.”

“I can’t.” Bam whimpered. “My knees hurt.”

“The bed is too small, Bam,” grumbled Khun.

Not one to give up, Bam turned around and tried putting one leg over Khun’s hip. He wiggled around, trying to find a comfortable spot, ignoring the disgruntled grunt from his roommate. He tried bending his knees in the space between their legs, but another light gasp as he brushed against Khun told him that wasn’t going to work.

As a last resort, he draped the blanket on his back and straddled Khun. With his knees bent on either side, he laid down against Khun’s chest, and finally, let out a sigh of relief. He could feel Khun’s heart racing in his chest, tentative fingertips resting against his hips, his half-hard cock pressing against his stomach—

Bam raised his head. “Oh. I’m… sorry.”

Khun cleared his throat, fingers tapping against Bam’s hips. “Don’t think too much about it,” he muttered.

Bam nodded and laid his head back down.

Except he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His roommate liked to tease him by flirting with him until his face turned red and he couldn’t form words. Khun was a gorgeous man—and he was in the perfect position to be taken advantage of.

Bam ground down lightly, pretending he didn’t hear the gasp below him. Slowly, he could feel him firming up against him.

“Bam,” he warned. But Bam continued, grinding down a little harder, seeking his own pleasure. He kept going until the warnings sounded more like pleadings.

Bam gripped Khun’s shirt at the shoulders as he rubbed against the hard bulge straining against bottoms. He felt himself pulse hard, and he was wanted more—

“Wait, Bam, wait. I’m—”

Drunk on pleasure, Bam couldn’t wait. He moaned Khun’s name, loud and needy as he came, trembling through his orgasm.

Khun cursed under his breath as he gripped Bam’s waist, lifting his hips to keep grinding against him. After a few hard thrusts, he threw his head back with a long, low groan.

Bam fell back onto Khun’s chest with a content sigh, and he was perfectly fine with falling asleep like that, except Khun tapped his shoulder. He let out a grumble.

“I need to...clean up.” Bam grunted and didn’t move. “Hey.” Nothing.

His head spun as he was picked up and flung onto his back. And Khun was gone.

Part of him wondered if maybe he had crossed a line, but sleep beckoned him first and it sounded more like tomorrow Bam’s problem anyway. He was nearly asleep when he heard a horrible screeching. He groaned and turned over to see Khun rearranging furniture at this hour of the night.

“Khun, what are you doing?”

A bed was pushed against his. “No more distractions. I need my sleep.” He flopped down on his bed, pulled Bam into his arms, and now Bam had plenty of room to curl his legs up.

Bam let out a content sigh as he was cradled with warmth. As his consciousness was whisked away by sleep, his last thought was a fleeting hope that the heater would take another day to be repaired so they could do this one more time.