Butter's head snapped back towards Ohm, his eyes widening in surprise. Had he heard correctly? Phii Ohm's voice had been barely a whisper, soft as a falling feather, yet the words hung heavy in the air.

"ผต้การคุณ" (Phǒm dtông gaan khun)," Phii Ohm repeated, his gaze unwavering, filled with a raw vulnerability that tugged at butter's heart. 

"I want you" Ohm murmured silently while moving closer to butter. 

Chest to chest, forehead to forehead. He tightened his grip on butter's neck. 

The directness of the statement sent a jolt through Butter. This was unexpected, a leap forward he hadn't fully anticipated, even with the earlier kiss. His mind raced, trying to reconcile the shy, hesitant Phii Ohm he had known with this newfound boldness.

"ที่นี่?" (Thîi nîi?)," butter asked, his voice a low murmur, still slightly shocked. 

Here? Are you sure? His hands moving up and down Phii Ohm's arms. 

He gestured vaguely around the small dressing room, the makeup lights casting harsh shadows on the walls. "แน่ใจนะ? (Nâe jai ná?)"

 Phii, we could get home first you know?

Every fiber of his being yearned to reciprocate Phii Ohm's confession and gesture. The way Ohm was looking at him, the vulnerability in his eyes, it stirred something deep within butter. He couldn't deny the growing attraction, the undeniable chemistry that had sparked between them, both on and off-screen. This was what he had secretly hoped for. 

Ohm looked down... Staring at butter's lips, his heart skipped a bit. He moved even closer until there was no space just their breaths and the sexual tension fueling up. 

He was about to suggest they wait, to find a more private, more comfortable setting back at their place, where they could truly explore this burgeoning connection without the risk of interruption or discovery. But Ohm seemed to have his own agenda. He leaned closer, his hands tightening their hold on Butter's neck, his gaze intense and unwavering. It was clear that Phii Ohm wasn't in the mood to wait