SOTUS Fanfic: INSEPARABLE

7th. The Paramour (END)

Warning!
You are on your own now~

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6 months later...

It was Sunday when Arthit and Kongpob finally moved in to their new apartment. Luckily, the power of two men could make arranging furniture finished before lunch time.

Arthit threw his body on the bed. He could feel the exhaustion once he had done everything. It was different with the younger man. Kongpob was still standing in front of him, looking at Arthit with a smile on his face.

The smile turned into chuckle when Kongpob heard his lover's stomach grumbling. "I guess we should eat." Kongpob took out his phone from the drawer beside the bed. "Should we order something? I have saved some restaurant's phone number around here. They have delivery service. Anything in your mind?"

Arthit really wanted to give Kongpob standing applause for being a circumspect boyfriend. Still amazed with Kongpob's keeness, Arthit didn't realize that the guy on his mind was looking at him, waiting for an answer.

"P'Arthit?"

Arthit startled a bit. He came back to earth and found Kongpob stared at him. "W-what do you want?"

Kongpob walked closer and sat beside Arthit on the bed. He touched the older man's shoulder with his. "Can I have you?"

Arthit sighed, "Stop it." He said. "Don't act like you don't own me already."

Now, the boyfriend was overjoyed. Arthit could tell it by just looking at Kongpob's face. His eyes were all sparling. And oh, the smile!

"Don't give me that face and stop smiling that wide!" Arthit slapped his lover's cheek softly. "I'm hungry. Order something!"

Kongpob got up and walked to the living room for calling the restaurant. Arthit didn't need to worry about what kind of food would Kongpob bring to the table.

After Arthit got enough lying on the bed, he followed Kongpob to the living room. "You ordered it already?"

"Hmm." Kongpob nodded. He was playing a game in his phone.

Arthit smirked. Now what? Was he being ignored just now? "And what are you doing now?"

"This."

Without bothering to turn his face to Arthit when he was replying the question, Kongpob's full attention was given to the game he was playing.

"Are you really doing this to me?"

"Doing what?" Kongpob asked back without looking at the person who gave the question.

Arthit sprang out and about to walk away. Nevertheless, the usual sprightly hands caught him and pulled his body back to the sofa. He was shocked and under attack in the corner of the sofa, forced Arthit to leaned back on the arm-rest.

"Where are you going?"

"Bedroom."

"Are you angry?"

"I'm not."

"You are moody." Kongpob bent his body a bit towards Arthit. With his almost-whispering voice, Kongpob continued, "I wonder if it is because of the hunger, or..."

"Or..." Arthit immitated Kongpob's voice tone. That kind of voice tone that often made him harder to breathe.

Kongpob didn't waste his time and ate Arthit's lips right away. He liked it when the older man teasing him back. He bet Arthit didn't know how it made Kongpob crazy.