Note: I had waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much fun writing this chapter!😂
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"How did you even break the table, P'?"
"Me?!" Arthit cried out indignantly. "If you hadn't bent me over the table so roughly two days ago, it wouldn't have broken!" Arthit gestured to the table that had splintered a few hours ago.
Arthit had placed a stack of books on the table when the legs had suddenly buckled and the entire thing collapsed. He was lucky that his laptop hadn't ended up damaged.
Kongpob picked up the broken legs of the square-sized table and chucked it aside to make space to assemble the new table.
"My fault, P'Arthit? Are you really sure about that?" Kongpob rifled through the drawer for a penknife so that he could cut the box open. "If I remember correctly, weren't you the one who jumped me when we got back? And you were the one on the table-''
"Hah! In your fucking dreams." The older male stared his boyfriend down, "Yes, your fault. You could have waited until we got to the bed, which isn't even that far from the table. Unless you're implying that I've put on weight, because if that's the case I will hit you with the fucking table leg."
Holy fuck, we're starting to sound like those couples who's been together for way too long (Arthit, get a hold of yourself. You're supposed to be pissed at him. Act pissed, damn it)
Kongpob hummed to himself as he took the pieces out of the box and neatly laid it out on the floor, "Well, this just proves that the table wasn't that durable. I got us a sturdier one. We can test it out later. Burn all the extra calories and all that."
Arthit flicked his boyfriend on the ear, "It's nothing to look so smug over, asshole! Wipe that shit-eating grin from your face. You're not the least bit repentant." He grumbled.
"What's there to be repentant about when the sex was really great? Admit it,P'. You enjoyed it." Kongpob stated as he unfolded the instructions manual.
As their relationship progressed, the younger male was becoming even bolder with his words and teasing. One day, Arthit was going to burst a blood vessel and Kongpob would regret it.
"The only thing that's stopping me from hitting you is because I want you to fix the damn table for me."
Kongpob pored over the instructions, "Sure, leave the manual labor to your husband, P'."
Arthit contemplated picking up one of the broken pieces and hitting his boyfriend with it, but that would be too extreme.
Besides, he loved Kongpob too much to cause him any actual harm. Realizing his train of thought, Arthit mentally berated himself. Now was not the time to be thinking that.
Remember, you're supposed to be pissed at him.
Arthit left Kongpob to work on assembling the table. He could have gotten a similar foldable one, but his boyfriend had insisted on getting something that was of better quality. Besides, Kongpob had thought that the previous table Arthit had was too small.
The thing about Kongpob was that once he put his mind to a task, it was difficult to distract him. Unless Arthit was the one doing the distracting.
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