A/N: Sex scene for the final chapter. Kids under 18 years old. Please don't read this. This is not good for brain development.
Kongpob learned to always value the good things he had in his life when he lose his 'sun' once, now he learned on how to always be aware of his privileges and blessings and he appreciated every one of them. But there's nothing he appreciated more than his P'Arthit, his 'muse', his 'sun'—that's right his husband.
"Kong, let's do something today. I think we should get away somewhere and do something that you already painted" Kongpob thought about it for a second, remembering some of the painting that he previously prepared for their 10th anniversary. Herm.. why not? I still can paint another one for our anniversary
"Yeah, OK. I do want to recreate one of the paintings that I planned before. Actually that painting was prepared for our 10th anniversary, but I can always more paintings after this." Kongpob walked and reached for Arthit's hand to kiss it. Arthit smiled, blushing. It was settled.
They checked in on the Shangri-La hotel, Chiang Mai in the afternoon, Kongpob grabbed Arthit's hand when they entered the elevator and kissed him before the doors were fully closed. They were dealing with a lot of things for the past couple of months, his alliance contract with another company, his gallery, Kongpob had more than enough and a little rebellion was necessary. In order to make sure that Arthit knew that he is Kongpob's most important thing.
They spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled in bed, kissing until their lips were swollen and red. Lazy, slow kisses; hot, deep kisses. Touched in order to feel and discover each other's bodies like what they did many years before. At night, they spend some of their time showered together before proceeded to dinner. Arthit was smiling and his eyes looked so bright, Kongpob felt like the most powerful man in the world because his 'sun' was happy because of him.
They had a candle light dinner in hotel's restaurant. Typical Kongpob ; romantic, cheesy but still everything Arthit loved most in the world
"Do you remember, the times where you asked me to shout that 'I like men' on the top of a table and in front of the crowd and asking random people to go out with me?" Kongpob laughed.
"I remember the time when hazing team buy a whole difference of liquor and get you and the others junior drunk. You were so young and eager to show you were not a kid anymore" Arthit chuckled lightly as they remember their beautiful memories.
"You're so handsome, cute when you're angry, talented and fun. I almost did everything to impress you, of course"
"Little did you know that I really thought that you would hated me during our hazing season"
Arthit smiled naughtily, his eyes shining like they did many years ago "Our first time happened in your dorm." Kongpob brushed their fingertips for a moment, his heart growing twice it's size from the memory
"Well, enough with our memories. You know that I live based on our future that you already planned" Arthit asked serious. "Let's get back to our room"
"Being so eager, aren't you?" Kongpob asked as they walked out of the restaurant. Arthit bite his lip, blushing while clutching tightly to his husband's arm. "Please don't make that kind of face" Kongpob said as he pushed Arthit against the elevator wall, groaned. If the elevator didn't move fast enough, Kongpob was sure they would start right there.
To the hotel's staff lucky, they got to their room still fully clothed. That, until Arthit closed the door and Kongpob pushed him against the wall, again. They kissed, slow at first, and become deep kisses like Kongpob couldn't get enough of Arthit taste.
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SOTUS : MY MUSE
FanfictionKongpob, a 25-year-old CEO to a big company. He is hopelessly in love with his husband and his muse, Arthit Rojnapat. But when a tragedy takes his muse away, how will he find the strength to go on? A ghost story with a happy ending
