Within My Stratosphere • SOTUS

Chapter 22. Magenta Peony

[Arthit]

Parting from an extended kiss, Arthit exhaled long and slow letting their rugged breaths mingled in the air, before tentatively leaning in to nip at Kongpob's bottom lip. It was soft, warm and tasted familiar— it was his lover's lips. A powerful current of fervor spread over his body as it filled him with an intense feeling of exhilaration. Kongpob was his.

Reaching up impulsively, he placed both of his hands on either side of the taller man's handsome face. Keeping it stationary, he arched his neck, lightly feathering a pair of shy kisses onto the awaiting lips. Although he didn't know exactly what he was doing, he knew this was what he wanted to do. With the last kiss, Arthit pressed in harder—lingering, wanting to feel more.

Releasing his lips, Arthit let the back of his head sink into the velvet cushion as he flushed in embarrassment. From behind his lashes he quietly searched Kongpob's discombobulated face, subtly smiling at the dazed expression of the man hovering over him— it was extremely endearing. Arthit timidly slid his hands down, letting his palms rest at the base of Kongpob's neck. Carefully watching his reaction, Arthit softly grazed the tip of his fingers up the faintly trembling nape.

"Arthit," Kongpob called out in a tight whisper.

Before he could respond, Kongpob drew in capturing his lips. Their kiss this time was hot, demanding, and irresistible. Swiftly licking the seam of his lips, Kongpob gently probed for access. Instinctively parting his lips, Arthit allowed Kongpob's tongue to delve hungrily inside of his mouth. A burst of sparkling electricity rushed down to the base of his spine, violently coruscating as the tips of their tongues met in a bind. Shivering in pleasure, Arthit reached over to wrap his arms tightly around Kongpob's neck bringing him closer.

They were pressed tightly together as Kongpob rested his entire weight on top of him. Using the curved pads of his fingers, Kongpob's hands traveled up along the sides of Arthit's torso, causing him to jerk up as he choked out a gasp. The tickling sensation mixed with an unrecognizably pleasurable surge, taking his breath away. Giving him no time to recover, Kongpob's mouth found his again, persistently devouring his lips.

Letting his hands follow the same trail downwards, Kongpob rested his palms on Arthit's hips grasping them. Firmly kneading the pliable flesh, he dwelled, burying his fingers into the mass forcefully pulling him in. Arthit inhaled sharply as something hard pressed up against him. Very slowly, Kongpob assiduously rolled his hips forward letting Arthit feel every inch of his excitement. Desperately breathing in through his nose. Arthit blinked furiously as he tried to restrained the waves of pleasure from erupting a series of convulsions throughout his body. Every muscle clenched, fighting back to keep control. Before he could respire and catch his breath, Kongpob tightly gyrated his hips once more causing Arthit to let out a shaky, high pitched hum as he frantically moaned through his nose. Kongpob's inducing tongue remained entangled in his with no intention of parting.

As the overwhelming thrill of bliss dispersed throughout his body, the millions of tiny beads gently dissolved into a heated liquid, quickly rising into a mist. As the prickling condensation clung to every cell within the crevice of his body, Arthit could only quiver tempestuously as he held onto the other man, as if his entire life depended on it. This wasn't the first time Kongpob had rubbed up against him, but tonight... tonight the sensation was astronomically different. Previously it merely overfilled him with desire, this time however, it completely consumed him rendering him incapable of proper function. He was very close.

He could feel the muscle of Kongpob's back tense as he geared, ready to thrust forward again. Urgently digging his fingers into his sturdy back, he let out a desperate muffle of mewling whines— he was going to come. Stalling his movement, Kongpob finally released his lips as their mouth's separated with a crisp 'chup.' Arthit panted heavily as their mingled salvia befuddled his mind into a drunken stupor... he felt dizzy.