SOTUS: The University Days (and Other Universes)

Kongpob Always Wins

Arthit silently chuckles after noticing Kongpob exhibiting himself in front of him. Kongpob's stretching in the sun like a cat, purposely exposing his skin every time he lifts his arms.

In his bed, Arthit shakes his head. He would entertain his boyfriend if he weren't busy with the reports he's supposed to read. "Why don't you buy us lunch?" he asks Kongpob to prevent him from messing more with his brain

Kongpob, arms in the air, turns around. "Huh?"

"It's almost lunchtime."

Kongpob sighs. "All right, what do you want?"

"Anything."

Kongpob tries the question again, this time, slowly, lingering at every word. "P'Arthit... what do you want?"

Arthit rolls his eyes but pretends he doesn't understand what Kongpob wants to do. Kongpob is challenging him in a battle, which Arthit can't lose. No, the report his manager asked him to read can't lose. "I told you, anything is fine," he says without moving an inch.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Kongpob smiles. "Well then, do you like me?"

Arthit shakes his head. Then, he turns his gaze away from the papers he's reading and sees Kongpob looking at him intently, intensely. It's no doubt a better view than numbers and charts. "You know that I don't just like you," he answers absentmindedly.

It's a wrong move, Arthit suddenly realizes, as it has energized the opposing player.

Kongpob, now, steps closer and reaches his hand across the bed to Arthit's hip. He lets his fingers trail down the outside of his leg to Arthit's knee and back up again. "And what about this, do you like this?" Kongpob whispers. He feels Arthit shift slightly against the mattress.

Arthit sighs dramatically. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't feel anything."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Arthit's grey shorts are sitting low on his hips, and his white cotton shirt is tight against his chest. He looks good. He always looks good. Kongpob's friends and seniors back in college always praise him for looking good, which he doesn't understand because in his eyes, his boyfriend is the most handsome man in any given room.

He gives Arthit's bottoms a little tug, exposing a little bit of his skin. "Perhaps this, then?" Kongpob tries as he runs his fingers from Arthit's hip across his lower abdomen.

"No. I don't quite feel that either." Arthit slowly exhales his words as he pushes himself into the mattress harder.

Kongpob grins.

He shimmies closer to Arthit and rolls himself onto his legs, so his head is propped in Arthit's lap, and Arthit has to move his papers up higher to accommodate Kongpob. Arthit keeps trying to read, pretending not to notice Kongpob between his legs.

"And this?" Kongpob lifts up Arthit's shirt further and starts kissing where his fingers were trailing moments ago.

"Not a thing." Arthit's voice is breathy, barely a whisper. Kongpob can feel Arthit's flesh twitch under his lips. Arthit closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again, still looking at his papers.

"Hmm, and what about now?" Kongpob kisses up his chest through his shirt until he finds his neck. He straddles his hips and gently pushes him back into the headboard, taking the papers from Arthit's hands and dropping them on the floor.

Kongpob keeps his lips pressed against Arthit's neck as he slips his hand under the waistband of his boyfriend's shorts.

He's careful not to touch anything too sensitive because he knows doing so might give him a kick in the face.

Arthit's leg is cold against Kongpob's burning palm. Kongpob tips his hips unto him. Arthit doesn't say anything, but Kongpob can feel him waver beneath him.

"P'Arthit..." Kongpob lets his voice curl around him as he nudges his nose to his ear."

Arthit, under him, stays still. He's cornered. He knows Kongpob is going for the win, which isn't that of a bad idea, unless he holds out.

If he can hold out.

Because Arthit, now, wants to roll Kongpob over and slam him onto the mattress and then make him beg him to touch him.

Or he'll do the begging to be touched. Either way, he doesn't mind.

He lifts his hips ever so slightly to meet Kongpob's, and he feels his boyfriend grin against his neck.

"I might feel that," Arthit exhales slowly, knowing his voice must sound ridiculous.

Kongpob pulls back to look at him, and Arthit gets lost in his eyes. Kongpob bites down on his lower lip and starts to chew, never taking his gaze from him.

He shifts his hand so slightly, and Arthit is sure Kongpob can feel him now, how hard he is already.

He is both touching and not touching him at the same time. And it is driving Arthit mad.

Kongpob's skin feels like fire, and Arthit can't resist that heat.

Kongpob keeps looking at him. He holds the stare until he gets what he's waiting for.

Then, finally, Arthit growls.

Kongpob smiles triumphantly.

He smiles triumphantly because he knows he has won.

He always does.

Every single time.