Don't Even Think About It

Chapter 2

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RECAP:

"Oh, Nong Kongpob! You scared me!" Arthit gripped his chest, trying to calm himself down.

                                                                            

Arthit stared at the young man standing before him. After a minute of silence, the senior gave a nervous laugh, darting his eyes down to his stuff. "Did you need any help? Was there something you didn't understand? I'm sorry, I can help you tomorrow. I have to head to my extra classes."

Kongpob's predator gaze never left the older male. He let go his bag and made his way to the sun in front of him.

"Kongpob?"

Arthit shuffled a step back. His hip hit the desk chair. He bit his lip from the pain radiating down to his bones. His eyes darted between the dangerous junior and to the door. His chest heaved with the anxiety beginning to build within.

"Kongpob..."

Nothing.

"Nong..."

Nada.

"I-I... I don't have much time. Nong, I am going to miss the bus to my-"

His words were cut off by a pair of warm lips. If his eyes opened any wider, they would pop out.

His first kiss.

This- this- this troublemaker stole his first kiss!!!

Kongpob had no idea what was going through his senior's mind. To him, all he could think of was that he finally did it! He finally tasted those lips that have been distracting him since the tutoring sessions began four months ago.

Just a taste was not what he wanted.

He deepened the kiss, taking a step forward. Arthit's back hit the white board, blocking him from running away. The young man nibbled on those pink lips.

He needed to taste more.

He gained the access that he wanted when a gasp made those lips open. What he did not know is that the gasp was not from pleasure but from pain radiating from the gentle hold Kongpob had on the senior's hip. Pain faded away and the pleasure gained from the kiss took over.

Yes...

This was just like Kongpob had imagined. This sensation was better than what he ever could dream of. It simply made him crave more.

Arthit closed his eyes, letting the waves of pleasure ripple throughout his body. His skin tingled as their tongues dueled for dominance. Arthit was not going to let him win just like that.

Time became insignificant as they stood there.

Kongpob pulled away to look at his angel. Skin flushed, eyes glazed, lips moist and red. The beautiful sight of the usually pale man in this state and knowing that he was the one that caused all of those reactions made him groan and dive in for more. Kongpob's hand cupped the burning cheeks, tilting his face ever so slightly.

Perfect, now for more.

Dominance was made clear when hips aligned, brushing their hardening groins together. One grind forward was all it took for Arthit to push his head back with a moan. Losing those lips did not stop Kongpob. He simply moved on to the exposed skin of the slightly short man's neck. Blood red marks bloomed on the pearly, white skin. Step who knows which checked off.

A clear sign to not fuck with what was his.

Hips rocked back and forth. Both pairs of blue shorts strained at the zipper with the full blown appendages.

Moan echoed from wall to wall. Kongpob couldn't take it anymore. He pushed harder against the man while biting the exposed shoulder.

More.

He needed more.

He needed this dream of a man under him, withering and moaning from pleasure.

His hands gripped slender hips harder. This time the pain was too much for Arthit and it brought him back to reality, crying out in pain.

Kongpob's eyes widened at the painful cry. This was not a sound he wanted to ever make his Arthit do.

"What-?"

Arthit pushed the junior away from him. "Let go. Fuck..."

He gripped his side, moving to the desk. He grit his teeth in pain.

"P'Arthit? Are you ok? I'm sorry. Let me help you." Worry shined in those dark eyes.

"It's fine. I have an ointment in my bag." Arthit braced himself as he undid his shorts just enough to expose his hip bone. There was an angry purple bruise.

Kongpob's eyes hardened at the sight. There was no way that was caused by him or the chair earlier. "Who?"

"I fell."

"Who?"

"I fell!"

"Goddamn it, P'! Who?!" Kongpob yelled.

Arthit ignore him and fixed his shorts back on, being careful to not let the ointment wipe off. "I have to go now..."

Kongpob's hands were clenching on his sides. Whoever was the fucking idiot that messed with his sunshine was in for a surprise. They had no clue of the fucking hell that was coming their way.