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"Kong?"

He look across at his lover who uttered his name almost cutely from the depths of the blankets he is under. P'Arthit is cute but he never speaks in such a tone. When he does, usually it bodes ill news for Kong, the younger is literally a sucker for his P'Arthit and that means he agree to almost anything P'Arthit asks for.

"Yes, P'Oon?" he returned the greeting with his lover's nickname, praying in his heart that tonight will not end up with him being skewered by his lover's sharp tongue; the unpleasant kind if he end up needing to deny his P'.

"Kong...?"
"Yes?"
"Buy me ice cream?"

Kong stilled as his mind races a hundred miles, when he is saved by P'Arthit coughing as his throat acted up.

"P', you know you can't. Not with the cough you are having and the fever too."
"But Kong..."

The whine sets into the voice of the older, accompanied by a telltale pout which Kong consciously look away, knowing he will cave under the lethal combo of the two.

"P', try to rest and stop fighting the drowsy medicine. You need to sleep to get better and I'll buy you the ice cream tomorrow if you are better?"

Silence answers Kong who return his gaze to his lover whose eyes are half closed. Kong smiles to himself at how adorable his P'Arthit is, all soft mellow and flushed, the later thanks to the ongoing fever that he is nursing. He made his way to the older, tucking the sheets snugly around him.

"Promise?"
"Yes, Thit."

There were no response as Arthit succumbed to the medicine, his body finally resting.

Much later after finishing his assignment, Kong stretched and cracked his sore shoulder and back from leaning over his desk for far too long. Reaching to turn off the desk lamp, he walked the short few steps to the bed where his P'Arthit is still sleeping soundly.

Looking at the pile of blankets on the bed, he made a quick decision to peel off his thin long sleeved shirt, leaving only his loose sleep pants to cover his modesty. The room is honesty not cold enough for that amount of blankets combined with P'Arthit's higher body temperature and he does dislike waking up half sweaty.

His lover curl towards him instinctively when Kong slipped into the bed, the slightly warmer than normal body plied against his side as they shift shuffled into a comfortable spooning position. Kong tuck away the hair falling into the older's face, the silky black hair growing longer than when the older was still in school. He tucks the other's head under his chin as he too drifted to sleep.

He moaned as he feel himself thickening with every flick of rough muscle against his nub. A soft graze of teeth against his sensitive nipple have him groaning aloud while his cock jerked and leaked even more pre-come. The tongue lap again and again at his nipple, abusing it so deliciously. He never want this dream to end. A mouth settled over the area and suckled, creating a mild vacuum as he cursed softly, his hand reaching to grip into the dark locks.

His eyes spring open, his head jerking down to see that yes indeed, P'Arthit is eating his nipple. The tongue darted out from time to time, making his length drip with every movement.

"P'...?" he whispered, his fingers gripping on the bedsheets when P'Arthit shift to lie on him, his mouth still on the far too sensitive nub while the position also meant his hard erection is trapped between their bodies, pressing against P'Arthit's lower abdomen.

"Ice cream..." a soft whimper escaped the older who continue licking.

Shit. Is he really.. asleep?

Kong facepalmed as he is determined not to take advantage of his lover in this state. Something that is easier said than done when a devilish thought spring up. What if P'Arthit is much lower, would he lavish the same attention down south which is begging for the same ministrations? As soon as the thought came up, he feels ashamed. This is his bloody P'Arthit who is sick.

He tried to pull his lover away who curls his arms around his waist, not wanting this robber to steal away his ice cream, not when he finally have it. He twist and turn to avoid Kong's hands, stimulating Kong's lower half even more, as he tried to gobble down the ice cream before this robber succeed. The younger having being deprived of his lover for weeks now, both being too busy, too much is just too much.

Kong turns his head to the side, quickly muffling his own groans as he spurted hot come into his own pants, a wet patch spreading and dampening P'Arthit's skin that is still pressed against him.

"Fuck!"

His heart beat furiously while P'Arthit turn to lie on his back, grumbling at something before a soft snore escaped him. Kong chuckled in chagrin to himself; fallen low by a sleeping P'Arthit. If the older ever find out, he is sure he will be kicked out of the bed for a long long time while even if it is not his own fault. The older is adorably innocent and turn the most becoming type of shy when it comes to these things. And when he is so, there is an onslaught of verbal and physical abuse. Kong himself must have a maschoist streak as he enjoys this part of P'Arthit too and hence the often times suggestive jokes he heap on the older.

Kong shifted off the bed to clean himself up, pulling on a fresh pair of pants and now a shirt too. He winced when the rough material brushed against his abused nipple. He slips into the bed again for the second time that night, an arm wrapping around his beloved as he slumbered.

*****

"Kong?"

He stilled from wiping his wet hair with the smaller towel, ignoring the drops trailing down his pectoral and lazily sliding down his abdomens to be caught by the towel he have around his slim waist to look at P'Arthit who sits up in the bed, staring at him intently.

"Why is your nipple so red?"

A/N: did think of ending this before dreaming Arthit but the idea first came to mind from that scene.. feel like I just need to get it out.. 🙈