SOTUS Drabbles and One-Shots

21a. More Vice, Less Virtue

Note: Explicit discussion of a sex toy, but no sexual content. Read at your own risk. :)

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"It's only fair," Kongpob tells him.

"I think I'm going to throw up," Arthit announces.

That... thing in the box held between them stays silent.

"No, really," Arthit continues when Kongpob is biting back giggles, not wanting to get in trouble with his boyfriend. But it's a bit too late for that, isn't it? The proof is in the box, tissue paper pulled back to reveal—

"You're an asshole, you know?" Arthit glares at him. He resolutely doesn't look down. Kongpob has eyes only for him, bottom lip still caught between his teeth. "I get you a good, honest gift, and what is this?" He grimaces as he finally takes another glance between them. "I'm really going to vomit."

"It's nothing you haven't seen before!" Kongpob defends himself. "You've seen the real thing multiple times, anyway. And enjoyed it."

Arthit really contemplates stomping on his foot right then. But he doesn't. Because he's mature. He can rise above this. He looks back down at the object within the box. No. He really can't. He stomps on Kongpob's foot once. Then again for good measure. "I can't believe you did this."

"Look, at least I told you to open this in the room," Kongpob replies. "What if you just opened it right there? Then what?"

"Then everyone would know what a small dick you have," Arthit snaps. He resolutely keeps his eyes off the space between them, even as Kongpob reaches to take the box from Arthit, or, rather, to lift the silicone dildo between two long fingers.

"Really?" he asks, making the stupid fucking thing near unavoidable. "This doesn't seem small to me. Do you really think you can take something bigger?"

"Fuck off," Arthit bites. "How about I fuck you with it, see how you like it, jerk."

Now, his words have real edge to them, and it's clear they get to Kongpob in the way he leans back some, the light dims from his eyes, his smile drops just the slightest at the corners. Arthit feels only a little bad. Kongpob made him feel like trash first.

"It's just a joke, P'Arthit," Kongpob finally says. "If you want to throw it out, you can. It's not like you can't get the actual thing, anyway."

Arthit glares at him for another second, but the picture his boyfriend makes is a pathetic one, full of sagging shoulders and sad faces and downturned eyes. Even the dildo seems to rest limply in his hand, however disgusting that seems. Gingerly, Arthit plucks the offensive object from his boyfriend's fingers to place it back in the box. He covers it up with the lid before pushing it away to instead scoot closer to Kongpob.

He doesn't look up.

Arthit scoots even closer.

Kongpob is a stubborn brat. Arthit is a weak man. He places a careful hand on his boyfriend's thigh, the other coming up to brush warm fingers against his cheek. "You have a terrible sense of humor," he whispers before he's pressing a slow, gentle kiss to Kongpob's lips. Kongpob still responds, albeit not as enthusiastic as usual, but he still moves his lips against Arthit's, lets out a soft breath before they both pull away.

"It really is a replica," he murmurs when there's a small bit of space between their lips. "I had to make the mold myself and everything. It's a very interesting business."

Arthit closes his eyes, and Kongpob uses the moment as an excuse to drop another kiss to his mouth, before they're sitting up fully and Arthit still doesn't quite know how to get over the mere idea of Kongpob having to make a mold of his erect penis then sending it to some faceless corporation that would then turn that into, well, the same thing in the box on the bed. "That's just... so fucked, Kong."

A second pauses before Kongpob lets out a laugh, the sound almost as if it were punched out of him. "Yeah. Yeah, it totally is."

Then Arthit starts laughing too, and they're both sitting there like idiots, laughing at everything that led up to them sitting together on Arthit's bed, a dumbass replica of Kongpob's dick in a box less than a foot away from them.

"Wow, that's so dumb."

Kongpob bites his lip, then, for a second, and Arthit already knows what he's going to ask.

"But I could still maybe use it on you someday, right?"

He answers his boyfriend's question with a question:

"Why can't you use the real thing instead?"

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a/n part b will have adult content, so when that comes out... be ready ùwú

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