SOTUS Drabbles and One-Shots

22. you're so patient (and sick of waitin')

Canonverse

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"Oon." The name sounds too intimate coming from the younger's lips. Arthit had only heard Kongpob use it once before, when repeating the nickname to the elder. Now, when the name is used to break the silence of Arthit's room, the world suddenly feels ten times smaller, reduced to a tiny space containing only him and Kongpob.

Arthit lowers his book to send the younger a severe look. "Who said you could call me that?"

Irritatingly, and as per usual, Kongpob remains unphased by Arthit's harsh voice. He leans back on the bed some, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. "P'Oon," he repeats.

Arthit fights back a shiver at the other's voice, the name sounding like honey on the other's lips. "Stop," he says.

Kongpob sits up to stare directly at Arthit. "What will you do if I don't?" His lips take on a devilish smirk as he leans forward, pushing into Arthit's personal space. "Are you going to punish me?"

Heat rushes to Arthit's cheeks, and his mouth falls open at the younger's words. "Kongpob!" he admonishes.

Kongpob, that fucker, just laughs.

"Okay," he concedes, "I'll stop... if!" (And here, he throws in a charming smile for good measure, Arthit is sure.) "And only if... you give me a kiss." And then Kongpob is back in Arthit's personal space, looking all too eager for Arthit's poor, unused-to-romance heart.

When Arthit leans back, Kongpob leans in further.

He even points to his lips and taps twice—that fucker.

"Here," he says, delivering one last poke to his lower lip.

Arthit makes a face and shifts in his seat. He can't help but notice the way the light dims in Kongpob's eyes at his hesitance. (He's been able to do that more lately, notice the little things about the other, all his quirks and habits. It makes him happy, this newfound ability.) He glances around the room carefully, gaze calculating. They're in the privacy of Arthit's room. Maybe the elder is being a bit too restrictive in his physical affection? Surely nothing bad could come out of closing the gap between them and fulfilling Kongpob's wishes....

Their lips meet softly, just the faintest of touches, before Arthit lets out a small breath and goes back in. This time, there's more force behind the kiss, and Kongpob's hands come up to grip Arthit's shoulders, squeezing once before travelling down the elder's arms, eventually coming to hold onto Arthit's. Arthit feels like he's going to tremble like a leaf, but before he can break, Kongpob pulls away, forehead moving to rest gently against Arthit's.

"Thank you," the younger breathes out into the small space between them.

Arthit lets out a small laugh, feeling a bit ridiculous at how he reacted to the kiss now that it's over. "Why?"

Kongpob pushes his head further forward, forcing Arthit to scoot closer and tilt his head back some. "Just...," he sits up and clutches tighter to Arthit's hands, "for letting me have that."

Arthit feels way too flustered over this. He blinks, licks his lips, glances away, before his eyes shyly move back to stare into Kongpob's. "Ah."

Kongpob nods, finally releasing Arthit's hands. "Ah."

Arthit can't help but notice how cold his hands feel now without Kongpob holding onto them. "Actually, uh, Kongpob, I was just wondering... since we both have, you know, the weekend free... maybe we could, just, um, do some things together?"

Damn it. He still can't ask outright; he's done it before, so why can't he do it again? So ridiculous. Kongpob's patience towards him must be infinite because Arthit knows that had he been in Kongpob's shoes, they would have broken up because of Arthit's slightly standoffish nature months ago.