Editor-In-Heat [Complete]

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"Exactly how often does this phenomenon take place?"

A naked Kongpob asked as he shifted away from on top of Arthit, moving sideways to give him a little more space to hunt for their discarded clothes in the backseat of his car that was currently parked on the side of the road of a thankfully deserted stretch of road right outside the city limits.

How exactly had their trip to a book signing even turn into a passionate, uncontrollable sex session with the sun barely setting behind them.

Arthit's cheeks stamped bright red in embarrassment, just like they always were every time he came down from the high of his climax, fully remembering exactly how shameless he behaved while he threw himself at Konngpob, pulling out all the stops at seducing the man, who had been quicker and quicker to give in to their urges. And after six months and five times where Arthit had jumped Kongpob's bones, he knew no matter how much he wanted to run away from the rather obvious fact, Kongpob's patience would soon run thin.

Slipping on his underwear, clearing his throat, he threw a quick look towards Kongpob's direction. Chiding his brain at focusing on the alluringly naked abs more than the question he was supposed to answer.

"Why are you asking? You already know how often it happens."

"So I am assuming you haven't pounced on any other unsuspecting soul."

"Ofcourse not. What do you take me for?"

Instead of actually responding, Kongpob simply threw a creepily wide grin as he wiggled comically while pulling up his pants over his toned legs. A comfortable silence permeating the car as both of them helped each other find the rest of the garments in the darkness of the vehicle. It wasn't until there were both decent enough for polite society again, as they settled back into the front seats and Kongpob had started the car for their journey, till he threw a questioning look towards the Omega.

"So?"

"So what?"

"So when are we finally going on our first date?"

"For the millionth time Kongpob, we aren't going on a date."

"Why the hell not?"

"Cause I am your editor dammit. We have a business relationship, and we really shouldn't complicate things between us."

"Ok explain to me again how me eating your ass doesn't complicate things but sitting across from each other on a table in a semi-nice restaurant suddenly will?"

"That is totally different."

"How so?"

"That's cause neither of us are in our senses. It's just cause of this stupid heat, anyway. It's not like it really means anything."

The moment those words dropped from Arthit's lips he regretted it. He didn't even need to see Kongpob's tightly clenched jaw to know that he had messed up. He didn't even respond to Arthit's statement while he simply kept staring straight at the road ahead, clearly more than a little pissed at Arthit's claim.

The tensed silence stretching awkwardly in the confines of the car, while an overly stubborn Arthit felt the words of simple apology or explanation freeze on his lips. After all, sleeping with Kongpob in the secrecy or, well not so secret backseat of his car, under the cover of being in heat and out of their senses, was very different than going around yelling to the world that he was an omega getting fucked by the most popular Alpha around. His entire reputation hinged on being the no-nonsense Beta who got swayed by nothing and no one. With what face could he command any sort of authority if people kept imagining him being reduced to a pile of lust and desire.