Because of you

Chapter 8

Kongpob slowly made his way toward the office. As he neared, the door to the room before it suddenly swung open. Someone grabbed his hand tightly and yanked him inside, locking the door behind them. Everything happened in a flash, before Kongpob could even blink.

In the confusion, Kongpob shut his eyes instinctively, startled by the sudden force. He tried to scream, but before any sound could escape, he felt something sealing his mouth. Coming out of the shock, he realized that someone had already pinned him to the wall, hungrily devouring his mouth, taking advantage of the moment he had opened it to shout.

Kongpob opened his eyes in disbelief, only to find that the person assaulting him was none other than Arthit. Shocked, he quickly started hitting Arthit's shoulders and tried to push him away, but Arthit was faster. He grabbed Kongpob’s hands and pinned them to the wall on either side of him. Then, Arthit bent his knee and pressed it between Kongpob’s legs, rubbing against his covered member through his trousers. A moan escaped Kongpob’s mouth, surprising him. Encouraged by this, Arthit increased his pace, and Kongpob’s involuntary moans continued to fill the space between them, though Arthit never once pulled his mouth away from Kongpob's, not even for a second. He ravished every inch, sucking on Kongpob's tongue like a lollipop.

Kongpob felt like he was suffocating. He tried to shake his head to break free, but Arthit only became more determined. He raised Kongpob’s arms above his head, holding both wrists with one hand, while the other gripped the back of Kongpob’s neck, preventing him from moving. Arthit continued to ravish Kongpob’s mouth, biting and sucking as if there was no tomorrow.

Kongpob couldn’t move, trapped by Arthit’s iron grip. Tears filled his eyes as he struggled in vain. After a while, he began to feel lightheaded from the lack of air, and his vision blurred as his eyes rolled back.

Arthit, too, was struggling to breathe, but he was addicted to the taste of Kongpob’s mouth and refused to stop. His eyes locked onto Kongpob’s, and he could see the younger man’s desperate condition. Reluctantly, Arthit pulled away, but not before a string of saliva connected their mouths for a moment. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact with Kongpob. They stared at each other, both panting heavily, struggling to catch their breath. Finally, Arthit tore his gaze away and rested his head on Kongpob’s shoulder.

Kongpob’s hands fell limply to his sides, drained of all strength. He felt as though Arthit had taken every last ounce of energy from him. His body was weak, trembling from the lack of oxygen.

Arthit wasn’t much better. His body felt numb, and he clung tightly to Kongpob for support, resting his head on the younger man’s shoulder but turning his face toward Kongpob’s exposed neck. His hot breath hit Kongpob’s skin in fast, heavy bursts, sending shivers down Kongpob’s spine.

Both leaned against the wall for support, panting heavily, their bodies pressed together. After a while, once their breathing had calmed, Arthit still didn’t let go of Kongpob. He kept holding him close, rubbing his hands over Kongpob’s back, savoring the warmth of his body. He didn’t want to let it go.

Slowly, Arthit moved his hand forward, touching Kongpob’s face, his fingers tracing over his forehead, then his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and finally his bruised, swollen lips. He rubbed Kongpob’s lips gently with his thumb as he spoke.

“Do you know, Kong… these past few days have been torture for me…”

“P—”

“Shhh… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, not for a single second. I haven’t had a peaceful night of sleep since that day.”

Arthit tugged Kongpob’s shirt free from his trousers and slid his hand underneath, caressing Kongpob’s warm skin. Kongpob tried to stop him, but Arthit shoved his hands away.

“Don’t try to stop me, Kong. If you do… there will be consequences.”

The tone of Arthit’s voice sent a chill through Kongpob. He stayed still, too scared to resist. His eyes welled with tears, and they streamed down his face like a river.

Arthit’s hand moved over Kongpob’s stomach. “I can’t stop thinking about your silky, warm body… Every time I remember it, I have to take care of myself.”

Saying this, Arthit pinched Kongpob’s nipple, causing an involuntary moan to escape from Kongpob’s lips.

“Ahh… hmmm…”

Arthit grinned at the sound, clearly enjoying Kongpob’s helpless reaction, and continued to tease his nipples, alternating between pinching and rubbing, making Kongpob moan uncontrollably.

“Ahhh… please, stop…” Kongpob pleaded.

“Do you remember what I said earlier, Kong?” Arthit’s voice was irritated. Kongpob, terrified, immediately stopped resisting. Arthit smirked and resumed his harassment.

“You know, Kong… this has never happened to me before. I didn’t understand what was going on at first. I couldn’t even ask anyone about it. So, eventually, I turned to the internet for answers. And do you know what I found out?”

He pinched Kongpob’s nipple again, harder this time.

“Ahhh! Please, don’t…” Kongpob begged.

“You know what I discovered?” Arthit’s voice grew colder. “It turns out I’m sexually attracted to you. Can you believe that? I’m not gay… but somehow, I’m drawn to you. At first, it pissed me off. I couldn’t accept it. But after a while, I realized… it’s not that bad, right? You’ve got such a sexy, hot body…”

With that, Arthit leaned in and began licking and sucking on Kongpob’s neck. His hands roamed freely under Kongpob’s shirt, exploring every inch of his trembling body. He pressed himself closer, rubbing their bodies together, moaning against Kongpob’s neck as he continued his assault.

Kongpob was a mess of tears and soft moans, his body betraying him with every sound that escaped his lips.

“Mmm… you feel good, Kong,” Arthit murmured. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. Only you. And now… it’s confirmed. So, Kong, you have to give yourself to me. Let me do whatever I want to you. Do you understand?”

Arthit said this so casually, without a hint of doubt or remorse.

But for Kongpob, it was infuriating. Gathering every ounce of strength he had left, he shoved Arthit away from him.

“What the hell do you think I am, P? Huh? I’m not some slut here to satisfy your urges. I’m not your whore!”

Kongpob yelled, his voice filled with anger and defiance. But Arthit only laughed, a smug grin spreading across his face.

“Really? But for me… you are.”

“P…” Kongpob growled, raising his hand to slap Arthit.

To be continued...

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