Within My Stratosphere • SOTUS

Chapter 18. Blue Balloon Flowers

[Kongpob]

Kongpob took in a slow, steady breath as his eyes remained locked on the black Rolls-Royce. As the vehicle disappeared into a crowd and over a bridge, he finally turned away heading back indoors.

Inside the elevator, he looked on as his reflection peered back at him with lucid indulgence, his eyes veiled with a cloud of desire. He flicked out his tongue, tasting the corner of his mouth, gliding it across his bottom lip. Arthit's mouth had tasted sweeter when he was amenable. As a willing partner, the very essence of Arthit exuded with candied sweetness and he wanted more. Brushing his fingers against his lips, he stepped into his home as the elevator came to a stop.

The first thing he noticed was the lights; they had turned back on. The great room illuminated with heavenly magnificence, concealing all signs of their devious deeds. It turns out the gods were on his side after all.

He turned towards his bedroom, bypassing everything until he entered the large master bathroom. Reaching over to remove his shirt, he groaned in discomfort at the pressure coming from within his pants. His engorged erection persistently strained against his trousers, begging to be released from its confinement.

It's been about four months since the last time Kongpob had sex with a partner. Pleasure achieved through masturbation helped relieve him when needed, but the series of direct contacts with Arthit, was wearing him thin. He needed a cold shower.

As the freezing water powerfully hit the lean frame of his body, Kongpob's taut muscles rippled in shock. The biting rivulets of liquid ran down his neck and in between his shoulder blades, trailing down his toned back.

It stung and pierced him raw as it worked to shunt his blood away from his skin. Placing his hands on the shower wall he leaned forward, supporting his upper body weight onto his hands. He could only breath out in frustration, as he stared down at his member, still insistently hard. As stubborn as Kongpob was, his erection seemed to have a mind of its own. There was only one other way to handle this situation.

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With a deep grunt, his frame shuddered in pleasure as he released for the third time. Through half-lidded eyes, Kongpob watched as the milky substance clung to the current of the water, before disappearing down the drain. His stiff erection had finally calmed down and hung listlessly between his sturdy thighs. He reached over to turn off the cold water as he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist.

To an extent, he had practiced self-control tonight. If Arthit hadn't kissed him first, he would have exhausted every fiber of his body in order to suppress himself; of this he was positive. However, the next time. The next time, he wasn't so sure. Even tonight, if Arthit had pulled him in once more for another willing kiss, he would have lost all of his self-restraint. He would have devoured him completely.

Although Arthit hadn't said anything, Kongpob had a feeling he would soon open up to him about his feelings. And when he did, he himself needed to act with prudence. If he pounced prematurely when Arthit's heart was in the beginning stages, the chances of him running away were high.

Unlike Arthit who was an amateur when it came to relationships and sex, he was a top-tier expert with a great deal of experience. However, regardless of these facts, to hold his most desired person in his arms meant that once he had him, he wouldn't let go. That was why he had withdrawn himself in surrender when he had the chance. His penis stirred again at the thought of Arthit writhing beneath him, moaning with want.