The stars were out for a long while by the time Kongpob and Arthit drove up to their home with Lek sleeping at the back in his baby seat with drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth.
Despite his dilemma, Arthit couldn't help but feel content on a Sunday spent with his family. The joy of seeing their son running around and playing soccer with them. The simple things in life.
Kongpob reached across the console and cupped Arthit's cheeks. Startled Arthit realised they reached home, turned towards Kongpob and smiled at him, 'A penny for your thoughts.'
'Nothing, just tired.'
'Wanna grab Lek, and I will grab the stuff from the back.'
'How much does mom think we are going to eat? Kongpob laughed, as he reached the back of their CRV and grabbed the boxes of food, while Arthit opened the back door and removed all the straps and buckles keeping their baby safe and walked towards the door.
After putting Lek to bed, Arthit walked towards Kongpob in the kitchen and hugged him from behind and laid his head between his shoulder blades and Kongpob leaned back into his embrace.
'Let me finish this and let's go to bed' yet Arthit stayed in the same position without letting his husband do anything. Kongpob slowly turned in his embrace and cupped his cheek, moved forward and started kissing Arthit on his lips, meaning it to be only a quick kiss, but it deepened very rapidly. Kongpob bit Arthit on his lower lip forcing him to open his mouth, seeking his tongue, exploring his mouth, hands roaming without his conscious control, touching and stroking every curve finally resting on his rump. Kongpob's urgent, painful erection stabbed into Arthit's stomach and met its match. He wanted to stab into something else of Arthit's. So with a considerable strength of will he pushed Arthit back against the island and grappled with his jean pulling it down with his boxers and palmed his erection, forcing Arthit to gasp. With his other hand he reached for the bottle of oil and Arthit grabbed his hand before he could do anything with it.
'No, it's really hard to clean oil, there is lube in the drawer behind you.'
Hearing this kongpob couldn't help but smirk at Arthit.
'Prepared are we?' And Arthit blushed red and smacked him on his chest.
'Just for that, you need to wait.' Arthit pulled his pants up and turned to go in a huff. Kongpob quickly reached out and grabbed him before he could go any further and whispered right into his ear, ' Aw, Arthit, it hurts.'
He shivered when he heard the deep voice and Kongpob knew he won. He slowly reached towards his zipper and parted the jeans and grabbed his erection and Arthit arched his back and pushed his semi hard cock into his grasping hands. Arthit could feel kongpob's rising erection poking his arse.
'Daddy', the little tyke yelled and they heard the pitter patter of tiny steps running down the steps.
Muttering and cursing his husband's nimble hands, Arthur turned to hide against the counter-top and set his clothes right just in time, when the devil appeared in front of them.
Kongpob walked towards his son and knelt to reach his level and asked, 'What happened?'
'I am hungry',
'Ok, what do you want to eat?'
'Ice-cream!'
'Ice-cream, this late. How about something from what your granny packed?'
'No, I want ice cream.'
Looking at his stubborn son Kongpob knew devious tactics had to be used to convince him otherwise, so he carried him and placed him on the counter and looked him straight in the eye, 'Remember last time when you had ice cream at night and fell sick, we had to take you to the hospital and they give you big injections in your butt and arm. How about Papa makes your favourite porridge instead?' and turned to look at Arthit.
Arthit in turn went upto his son and whispered in his ear, 'How about Daddy's special omelet?'
His son's face broke into a big grin and screamed 'Daddy's I want your magic omelet.'
Kongpob grimaced at Arthit,' What happened to porridge?'
'Omelet! Omelet! Omelet!,' he screamed.
'Lek inside voice please,' admonished Arthit. They never understood how such a small body could produce such loud voices.
'Must take after you with all the screaming he does,' Arthit threw a nearby apple at his husband, who got it deftly as he knew it was coming.
A/N: First of, Sorry for the delay in posting, here is a hint of mature, and I have a naughty dirty brain. 😈If the few who 'Liked' and 'Comment' want I can write a 'R-21'.
Or I might just say *bleep* I'm gonna write what I like, if you like it please read and add if not, do not read, haters are gonna hate, just please take it somewhere else. This is a wonderful platform for amateur writers and I want to use this opportunity and as long as I do no plagiarise and claim it to be mine, I do not see a reason why people should poke their nose in where its not required.
Thank you and I am amazed at the number of people of who read and liked I was expecting 5 generous souls for my first time not this many.
ooh another note, I am not very knowledgeable about Thai culture, manners, (Korean-yes, Thai- NO), and I do not intend to insult, make fun or somehow faux pas by using their lingo in terms of addressing people, basically the whole jazz. So until I'm confident and well versed, I am going to write in the general sense. 😉
Thank you again for reading, even if its one, I'm still happy. Its my first time writing. KYAA!!!!
