Peraya: FriendSHIP

Our Skyy [3]

"Happy Anniversary..." Arthit greeted shyly, eyes anywhere but his stunned boyfriend.

He rose a questioning brow when Kongpob gently lead his present aside and pulled him up into his arms, holding him close and tight. Arthit could only relax and inhale the scent of his boyfriend, indulging him with such contact and warmth. He missed this so much and he returned the embrace with the same longing and affection.

"You're really here," Kongpob whispered against his neck. Arthit grunted a little when the younger tightened his hold but he made no move to push the him away.

"You're back late," he whispered fondly, rubbing his hands on Kongpob's strong back.

His young lover let out a shaky breath and finally met his eyes. Arthit's brows furrowed at the sight of Kongpob's red and tired eyes. He gingerly pried him away and cupped his cheeks, examining the extent of his fatigue. Kongpob leisurely basked in the silent attention given to him and didn't even bother to tease his lover, too tired and happy to ruin his pampering.

"I hope your eating your meals properly," Arthit scolded.

Kongpob smiled lazily and rested his forehead against Arthit's shoulder. "I am. I don't want to worry my wife, after all." Oops. Well, some things never change, he shrugged.

Arthit bristled at the comment and growled at him, which Kongpob found really cute and very nostalgic. "Ah, P. I miss you so much," he whined and pulled him back in his arms.

"We talk every day," Arthit retorted incredulously but didn't bother to protest and simply let himself be lead back into those arms he missed so much.

"It's not enough," Kongpob protested weakly and placed a chaste kiss on his boyfriend's inviting neck. Arthit shivered and hit his back weakly which resulted for Kongpob to chuckle again. "I don't get to kiss you, touch you, or feel you in your sleep." By then, Kongpob's fingers already made their way under Arthit's shirt.

"Kongpob...!" Arthit squirmed and bit his lips as he felt those warm fingers slip and trail on his skin. When he was about to hit him again, Kongpob caught his hand.

"I miss P'Arthit's voice. I miss P'Arthit's warmth," Kongpob continued to mumble and when he lifted his head to focus on Arthit, all words died down the senior's throat. "I miss P'Arthit's touch." He brought Arthit's hand close to his lips and kissed the ring around his finger while keeping his eyes steady on Arthit's dilated ones.

Arthit looked away and chewed on his lips, heat traveling all over his craving body. He didn't fight when Kongpob lead his chin and forced their eyes to meet. He simply let them flutter close when his lover leaned closer and let their lips meet in a slow and sensual kiss. Kongpob relished the silent consent and locked his hand around Arthit's nape and kissed him deeper. He sucked his tongue gently and ran his tongue at the roof of Arthit's mouth, delighted by the shivers it caused on Arthit's body. He let his other hand rub circles on the senior's waist then snaked them at the small of his back to pull him closer.

Kongpob swallowed all of Arthit's soft moans and sighs, tilting his head slowly to deepen their kiss with more affection than lust. He missed that taste of those lips and its softness. He missed the way Arthit opened more to him, enjoying this simple kiss; the first they had in over six months of being apart. And when they pulled away, Kongpob stared at his boyfriend's dazed eyes and swollen and wet lips.

"Happy Anniversary, P," he whispered against his lips and gave him one more peck before pulling away. Arthit smiled at him fondly.

He ushered Kongpob to take a shower first while he prepared their anniversary dinner. Kongpob protested and wanted to help but Arthit insisted that he smells and looks drowsy, and he's not having someone like that handle the food. It was just a simply dinner date in the bedroom, something they unconsciously settled as their norm whenever they do a date or celebration. For Arthit, it was a form of their own privacy, laughing and sharing kisses without the prying eyes of strangers.