a sprinkle of rainbow • Completed

clean

Summary: Cheating. Cheating. Cheating. CHEATING. Did I say cheating? Infidelity. Physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. 

⚠⚠⚠ Me writing this does not mean I condone cheating; gaslighting; toxic; manipulation; characters' death. 

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song entitled CLEAN.

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Arthit bites his lower lip to hold down his moans, feeling Kongpob's shaft roughly going in and out of his already abused hole. Kongpob, seeing this, pulls Arthit's lips apart softly and whispers right before his ear, "Love, I want to hear your moans."

"W-we're in your office- they might-"

"They won't, don't worry. I want to hear your sweet moans all for me. Come on love," Kongpob prods. Arthit nods and removes the restriction from his lips, letting his uninhibited mind speak for him.

"Oh Kong... Harder, don't go easy on me. I want you all for me, only for me oh god!"

"As you wish."

Arthit wraps his legs even tighter around Kongpob's waist when Kongpob's pace turns harder, the table below them is creaking from too much force the man above is using but that's the least of their concern.

"Fuck oh Kong... mmmhh... shittt... love you Kong, I love you so much!"

"I love you too," Kongpob raises Arthit's sweaty locks to kiss his forehead. "More than anyone in this world, you're the only one I can feel this so much for, love."

"Sir, your wife is here," the intercom beside them buzzes. 

Kongpob covers Arthit's lips and his pace slows down a little but he doesn't pull out. "Tell her Arthit and I are still talking. Wait for a while."

"Okay sir," A pause. "She said she's going to wait."

The cold rough wooden table against his back is nothing compared to the coldness he feels inside, though Kongpob's shaft is warm in him, he can't help but feel like he's just pushed in the cold sea of realization being reminded of what he is. A homewrecker. He closes his eyes and feels the tight wrap of lady-like fingers, Kongpob's wife's fingers, around his neck drowning him in the cold sea. 

Arthit gasps as he opens his eyes, catching his breath. 

Kongpob pauses. "Is there something wrong?"

Arthit nods. "Everything's fine with you." Arthit pulls down Kongpob in a rough kiss, embracing the married guy in his arms. Arthit closes his eyes again, just drowning in the feeling of Kongpob instead and he slowly relaxes. 

With Kongpob, even when he's drowning in the burning sea of sins and it hurts him more than the cold realization, Arthit would always pick this. 

Everything's fine with Kongpob.

They lasted for a few minutes more later before reaching their peaks. 

After fixing both of themselves and the place, making sure there's no sign of what they did, Kongpob pulls Arthit before he opens the door for his wife. "I love you. You know that, right? You're the only one I love, no one else."

Arthit nods and pecks Kongpob's lips. The questions 'If you love me, why are you still with her? Why did you marry her? Why can't you leave her for me?' linger in his lips. 

"How was the talk?" Sam greets the moment she enters. She smiles at Arthit's way, naive of his true colors. 

Arthit smiles awkwardly and subtly fixes his shirt. "It was fine. Just the project we're working on."