Hold My Hand

Served (Mature)

AN

Warning: contains profanity and sex scenes.
+18
Read with caution.

This is my Birthday gift to you guys.
I don't normally write smut but I got an idea with Kongopb’s cafe costume..

I hope i didn't disappoint.

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Kongpob kept the costume.

    He will never forget how flustered and cute his Arthit was when his senior saw him wearing the uniform. Kongpob have other plans for it of course.

    It happened on a weekend. Kongpob knows that Arthit is dead tired from his internship so he wanted to reward his senior with something special.

    They’ve been dating for months now; and Kongpob could feel the shift in their relationship ever since their trip to the beach. They’ve been more open, closer, and even more in love with each other. He figured they needed to move on to the next step in their relationship.

    Just any other healthy young man out there; Kongpob has needs. And the itch he’d been suppressing for so long can no longer be satisfied with soft kisses and feeling each other. Although he greatly enjoyed those intimate moments he shared with Arthit Kongpob wanted more.

    And he hoped that his senior feels the same way because it would be awkward if Arthit finds him in his room wearing only his costume from the Gear Café.

    He had a spare key to Arthit’s room. Kongpob had made sure that his senior already had his dinner before coming to Arthit’s room to prepare.

    Kongpob’s done his research. Sex between a man and a woman is simple enough but with both men it can get a little difficult.

    He’s nervous. He doesn’t know what Arthit would think of this and if his senior would be on board with this at all.

    He tugged on his vest that is still too tight for him, and his shorts that hugged the right parts of his body. Kongpob starts to sweat despite the air conditioning.

    He heard the door unlocked and saw Arthit with his corporate attire, shrugging off his shoes, and halting when Arthit saw him.

    “Kongpob,” the words seem to die in Arthit’s mouth when he saw his boyfriend and what he’s wearing. “What –

    “P’.” Kongpob gulps. Arthit licked his lips and he traced it with his eyes. “I was wondering if we could take our relationship to the next step.”

    “I –

    “It’s okay if you don’t want to, or if you need more time.” Kongpob fidgeted with his hands. This was making him all nervous. “I just thought maybe we could . . . try.”

    “I –

    “I think I’ll just go.” Kongpob’s always been a confident guy. But somehow, Arthit made him shy at times. He gathered his things, embarrassed on what he was thinking to begin with, and started walking towards to door.

    “Kong,” he felt hands on his arm and Kongpob looked up. Arthit wasn’t looking at him but at the floor. He could also notice the faint blush starting to form on his boyfriend’s cheeks.

    “I’m – I – I’m scared,” Arthit whispered. Kongpob cupped his lover’s face and made him look into his eyes.

    “I’m scared too, P’Ai’Oon,” he touched their foreheads together and closed his eyes. Kongpob then kissed Arthit softly and said, “but we always pull through, P’. I love you and I want to make you happy.”