SOTUS Drabbles and One-Shots

14. Try New Things (M)

Canonverse

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He brings it up when they're eating dinner, and Arthit starts choking on his food. The elder takes a long drink of water before blinking and going, "I'm sorry. What?"

Kongpob gives him a bright smile as if this isn't suddenly a conversation about sex and the possibility of Arthit topping. "I asked if you wouldn't mind me being bottom. I've actually been thinking about it for awhile, before we even had sex, if we're being honest, but I never brought it up." His smile drops, and a look of confusion takes over. "Not really sure why. Guess I wanted to appear confident for you."

"You're appearing really confident right now, you know," Arthit responds, voice shaky. Kongpob brightens again, and Arthit sinks in his chair. "I—I like the idea, but... I don't know. I'm so used to how it is now that I never really pictured it any other way."

"But that doesn't mean things have to stay the same," Kongpob says. He hooks their ankles underneath the table, and Arthit's cheeks heat even more. They're practically on fire. "If you don't want to top, just tell me. It's not like I'll be mad. I like topping. A lot. I just think trying new things is good."

"I know," Arthit replies, sounding small. Kongpob gives him a worried look, but he shakes his head. "I'm fine. I just... it's weird to think about, I guess."

Kongpob gives him a look, but Arthit ignores it to instead stare at the ceiling. "Yeah," the elder declares eventually. "I'll do it. Just don't expect me to be good."

At the other's agreement, Kongpob doesn't care if he's "good" or not, the idea of Arthit not being good hadn't even crossed his mind. Instead of replying, Kongpob presses a kiss to his lips. "You'll do fine. I highly doubt there is such a thing as you being not good, anyway."

"We'll see," Arthit says, and the promise in his words makes Kongpob's blood run hot through his veins. Arthit seems to notice this, for he pushes Kongpob away. "Just... not today."

"Come on, P'Arthit," Kongpob whines, but he's not really bothered, knowing that, though he may be embarrassed about it, Arthit has never been one to back out of a promise he means. And he knows Arthit means this one.

He lets Arthit leave his dorm, the elder shouldering his backpack with one last glance at the younger, seeing the lascivious smile on his face, and shaking his head with a fond sigh as he closes the door behind him.

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The day comes surprisingly soon, the two having ditched studying for a heavy makeout session that leaves them without shirts and quickly removing pants, touching each other through their boxers, before Kongpob nips at Arthit's lower lip and says, "I want it."

Arthit's breath catches audibly in his throat. "Really?" he asks.

Kongpob kisses down Arthit's jaw. "Yeah," he replies. "Really."

"Okay, I...." Arthit licks his lips, only fueling the lustful fire in Kongpob's eyes. His breath is still stuck in his throat, and his heart is working overtime, beating so fast Arthit's worried they may have to visit the hospital. Yet Kongpob is still working a hand over the bulge in his underwear, fingers deftly finding the head and squeezing. Arthit can't bite back the moan that spills out. "Okay," he says again. "Okay."

Kongpob smiles, oddly charming for such an intense atmosphere. "Thank you, P'Arthit."

"Hey," Arthit says, the younger's words startling him back into action as his hips jerk up into Kongpob's touch, "what are you thanking me for? I want this, too." The admission spills out before he can fully register it, but when he thinks over his words, he finds that it's true. He wants this.