SOTUS: The University Days (and Other Universes)

I Want You in Every Way (M)

Warning: explicit matured content. plotless smut.

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When Kongpob is done and pulls out, he presses a sticky kiss on the crease of Arthit's leg, where he'd slung it over his shoulder. Arthit wants to drag Kongpob by his hair, but his body is boneless and wrecked. He's blissed out, dead, ascended.

Arthit is about to grab his own cock to finish his thing. It's almost how it always works with them, and honestly, it's fine for Arthit. But he's surprised during this one instance when Kongpob whispers, "Don't come yet."

He's unsure what it means but is given a clue when Kongpob squats in front of him.

Spreading his legs, Kongpob presses a dry finger to his own entrance. He shivers, tracing small circles until he stops flinching at the touch. Then, he squirts lube into his palm, enough to slick up both of his hands. He wraps his left hand loosely around his cock, which is starting to harden again, as the other returns to his hole, this time pressing harder, dipping in with his middle finger and closing his eyes at the penetration.

Arthit is shocked at what's happening in front of him, but he's excited about what's going to happen next. He touches himself, continues to touch himself until he's plateauing.

He stops and sits up, moving towards the legs spread in front of him. He gently pulls Kongpob's finger from his hole. Kongpob swallows as Arthit licks his lips.

"What... what do you think?" Kongpob asks as he leads Arthit's middle finger into his entrance.

"I didn't know you also wanted me like this," Arthit says, pushing his own middle finger into Kongpob to search for his prostate, which because of the angle, he locates easily.

Arthit looks at Kongpob's eyes as he adds a second finger. It's the fullest Kongpob has ever felt, and his thighs burn with how tightly he has them tensed.

"Are you sure?" Arthit follows up.

"I want you in every way, P' Arthit."

Kongpob pushes Arthit back to lay him down. Arthit gets more confused, "I thought..."

"I want to do it this way."

Kongpob squirts lube into his palm and uses it to stroke Arthit's cock. He takes in a deep breath before slowly sitting on it.

Kongpob sitting on his cock is a new world Arthit never knew he wanted to enter. Kongpob's flesh wrapped around his shaft is nowhere near the sensation he feels every time he jerks off. It's tighter, fuller, but also softer.

This time is now the fullest Kongpob has ever felt. But he feels like it's burning, so he stands up and pulls Arthit's cock from his hole.

"Are you okay?" Arthit asks, worried while feeling deprived.

"I didn't know it would hurt this much," he says while smiling.

"It's okay. I can just finish off--"

"No, P'Arthit. I want to... pleasure you. Help me prepare again."

His lover follows the command and slowly inserts his middle finger into Kongpob again. A few strokes later, he inserts a second finger, making Kongpob full once more.

Kongpob makes a helpless face, turning Arthit on.

"P'Arthit... another one."

"Kong, are you sure?"