Editor-In-Heat [Complete]

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Kongpob looked down at his arch nemesis aka the all too infamous grouch known as P'Arthit. A world famous author he might have been, but dealing with his hardass editor literally always left him speechless, grasping for words every time that sharp tongue was unleashed on him.

Speaking of which, Kongpob took in Arthit's clearly flushed face, sweat glistening across his forehead, his patented grumpy frown still marring his features but somehow instead to looking his normal angry self, today he looked more agitated.

"What's wrong?"

"I...uh...I...don't know..."

"Why are you sweating so much? Are you not feeling well?"

"I...I..."

Kongpob frowned as the man continued stammering in front of him. A sight he had never thought he would ever see from the normally insanely confident man. A fresh burst of sweat rushing down his cheeks while confusion laced his pupils. Eyes frantically running over Kongpob's face trying to read something that wasn't completely obvious just yet. Kongpob about to open his mouth to inquire once again as to what was going on when he snapped it right shut while an intensely peculiar scent slowly wafted towards him.

Nostrils instantly flaring, Kongpob sniffed once, twice, three times trying to place the source of the smell before his jaw dropped open in utter shock.

"You are an Omega?"

"What? No! I am not. I am just..."

Arthit's rather unconvincing denial barely underway when they were suddenly interrupted by voices coming from around the corner.

"Hey, can you smell that?"

"Oh yeah. Is that an Omega?"

"Yeah, that to in heat. Is he crazy coming here with hundreds of hungry Alphas?"

"I wonder who it is. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on one myself if its a pretty little thing."

The two flabbergasted men stared at each other for a brief moment before Kongpob realized those voices were getting louder, and immediately launched into action as he grabbed Arthit's wrist and rushed towards a nearby door. Snatching it open, he shoved the now shivering man inside before slamming the door shut behind him. Swinging around to find them stuck in a minuscule broom closet. Arthit standing in the middle of the dimly lit room, his flushed skin glowing with the sheen of perspiration, waves of his intense scent now wafting around them.

"How the hell did I not know you were an Omega? Where are your inhibitors?"

"I don't have any."

"Why the hell not?"

"Cause I don't need any. I am not an Omega dammit."

Arthit's gaze had almost glazed over by now, but he still kept staring at Kongpob who was trying to desperately figure out what he was looking at.

Kongpob stared straight at him with his piercing dark gaze before taking one step towards Arthit. Arthit immediately mirroring the step backwards to try and maintain the distance but there was really no place to go any further.

Instead of actually responding to Arthit's emphatic claim, Kongpob stepped even closer, close enough that their chests were almost brushing against each other, bending his face low enough, before burying his nose into the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath before raising his head to pin Arthit with a stare that was laced with the purest form of unadultrated, carnal lust.

"You are an Omega alright..."

The words had barely left his lips when suddenly he felt soft moist ones crashing right into him. Caught completely off guard by the sudden kiss P'Arthit had planted on him, he hadn't even pulled back immediately. His mouth responding almost unconsciously by parting his lips, allowing the hungry tongue to enter his mouth that greedily began exploring the cavern. Kongpob's dick responding almost instantly to the soft body pressed against him. While his senses kept getting overloaded with P'Arthit's now rather prominent scent, begging to be devoured.