SOTUS Drabbles and One-Shots

10. It lingers when we're done (M)

Married AU

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It starts off innocent enough, the two of them cuddled together on the couch, a blanket thrown half-heartedly across their laps courtesy of Arthit. Kongpob's got his arm wrapped around the other's shoulders, Arthit curled slightly into his chest, occasionally tilting his head and delivering sniff kisses to the younger's neck or cheek. When a commercial break comes on and Arthit sighs, settling a bit more into Kongpob's side, Kongpob begins to press kisses along the side of the other's face. This is still relatively sweet, just warm tickles traveling across Arthit's skin, but then he feels the younger's hand, which had been resting contentedly at his waist, tighten, fingers digging a bit deeper into his flesh, the hem of his shirt being pulled up some with the change in grip.

Arthit shifts in his husband's grasp, Kongpob's hand sliding to curl over his hip, Arthit beginning to sit more on top of the younger versus beside.

It's only when their lips meet, warm and familiar, that Arthit realizes they're likely not going to finish the show they're watching. Pretty quickly, he's tossing a leg over his husband's lap, easily straddling him, one hand clutching tight at his shoulder, the other gripping the back of the couch. Kongpob's hands are gripping the undersides of his thighs, digging into his skin, easing some of the strain of holding himself up.

They separate only for a short breath before coming back together, lips melding and sliding easily against one another.

"Kong," Arthit breathes into the other's mouth.

"Arthit," Kongpob murmurs back. His grip on the other's thighs tightens. Arthit lets out a quiet moan, and Kongpob licks along his lower lip. Arthit leaves his mouth open and grinds down with his hips, causing Kongpob's hands to slide up to hold his waist. "Arthit," Kongpob whispers again, beginning to move away from Arthit's lips, to instead press against his cheek, down to his jawline, where he nips and licks, causing small gasps to fall from Arthit's mouth.

"Kongpob, please," Arthit whimpers when the younger moves to nibble at the lobe of his left ear. His hips jump, and the soft laugh Kongpob gives tickles.

"In a moment, P'Arthit," Kongpob murmurs against his skin as he begins to lean away. "A moment."

"Now," Arthit argues, but he allows Kongpob to tug at the hem of his shirt, arms lifting when Kongpob begins to pull it off. As soon as the shirt is tossed off to the side, Arthit is working to get his husband's off, too.

Kongpob helps him, and, once it's off, it's being thrown in the same direction as Arthit's. The elder is quick to grab at the other's waist, spreading his legs wider to get lower, and leaning down to kiss at Kongpob's collarbones. When he scrapes his teeth along the younger's skin, Kongpob lets out a breathless moan. There's a tug at the corners of Arthit's lips.

"Like that?" he asks, quiet.

Kongpob's response is low. "You know I do."

Arthit hums before continuing his actions. Kongpob's hands slide down his back to rest right above his ass. Arthit scoots back some to press more kisses against his husband's skin, and that's when Kongpob's hands finally reach their intended destination. They give a squeeze for good measure, and Arthit sucks in a breath, taking in the scent of the younger as he does so.

"Like that?" Kongpob teases.

Arthit sits up, looking the younger straight in the eyes as he replies: "You know I do."

"Fuck," Kongpob groans, tossing his head back. "P'Arthiiit."

Arthit lets out a laugh, wrapping his arms around the other's neck and forcing Kongpob to look at him. "Bedroom?" he asks innocently.