Editor-In-Heat [Complete]

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"Sorry P'. I'm busy today. Maybe some other time ok?"

"Wait, what? Kongpob? What do you mean you are busy?"

"What I mean is I....ummm... I'm busy."

"Why doesn't that sound exactly believable?"

"Can you just pretend that it is?"

"What? No. What's going on?"

"I gotta go P'. I will call you later ok? Bye."

What the fuck was Kongpob's problem now?

After relentlessly pursuing Arthit for a date for months now, when he is finally ready to venture into the world he had always described as nothing but doom and gloom, all because he was too scared it would lead to losing Kongpob forever before they even had a chance to be something together, what does the frustrating Alpha decide to do? Go ahead and cancel their date at the very last minute. Without a semblance of a believable excuse mind you.

What the fuck was he busy with anyway? Obviously not work, since Arthit practically micromanaged his daily work life anyway. And if it was something personal, Arthit demanded to know what is was about anyway. Was he being uncharacteristically possessive? Perhaps. But he had psyched himself to be excited about the date dammit. And to be honest he was shamelessly looking forward to the post date coitus he was sure they would partake in. Who knew sex when not in heat could be so insanely enjoyable too. Actually, maybe even more so.

There was something so passionate, so intimate about being completely in your senses and yet willingly letting go of them. Each touch, each stroke intended to bring pleasure to your partner cause that's what you wanted and not some invisible force compelling you into submission.

Arthit wanted to badly feel those sensations again. And he wanted them with Kongpob. The same Kongpob who had currently canceled their date literally two minutes before Arthit was about to head out to the restaurant.

And now he was hungry, he was horny, and most importantly he was frustrated.

Slumping down on his armchair Arthit replayed that joke of a conversation in his head over and over again. Barely waiting two minute in that position before bouncing up on his feet and making his way straight towards the door. Knowing full well he was about to do something extremely stupid but unable to stop himself nonetheless.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Kong! Open the door. I know you are in there. Kong!"

"P'?"

An almost pained whisper coming from the other side of the still closed door. To be fair, Arthit did realize that he has developed a propensity of showing up outside Kongpob's house unannounced, but obviously he has a perfectly reasonable justification.

"Ofcourse it's me. Did you seriously think I was going to let you cancel on us without a valid excuse. Now, open up."

"Uh P', I'm busy...I...uhhh...we can meet later..."

"Busy with what exactly?"

"Just busy."

"Kongpob, tell me honestly, are you hiding someone in there with you?"

"What? Ofcourse not."

"Then why can't you just open the damn door already? Don't you want to go out on a date with me anymore?"

"Ofcourse I want to. You have no idea how badly I want to."

"Then can you please just let me in? I even shaved my balls for this damn date. Are you really going to make me waste all that effort?"