Editor-In-Heat [Complete]

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A low groan left his lips before he had even fully woken up. His entire body screaming in pain as if he had been ripped apart to shreds repeatedly and then put together with some flimsy clear tape simply waiting for him to crumble under his own weight any second. Blinking his eyes repeatedly he finally began taking in his surroundings when the very first memories of last night began filtering through his consciousness.

Kongpob crawled up the bed, leaning over Arthit as impatient fingers began flipping open the buttons of Arthit's shirt. Struggling for a couple of beats before letting out a frustrated groan that those tiny pesky little buggers were taking a little too long to come undone that before Arthit even realized, Kongpob had ripped the shirt right off his body.

"Hey! I bought that brand new for the date. Do you know how expensive it..."

Obviously, Kongpob never found out how expensive the shirt was as he smashed his mouth against Arthit's, effectively letting the editor know that words were not really going to be a feature that night.

Arthit stared at the remnants of his shredded shirt on the floor as he groaned some more before slowly lifting up his throbbing body. Looking around the room to find any sign of the alpha who had more than lived up to the threat he had uttered last night. But finding the bedroom empty other than the mess they had left last night, Arthit struggled to slip out of the bed to limp his way to the bathroom. One look at the mangled reflection in the large mirror and another of those flashbacks from last night came pouring in.

Chewing at his bottom lip relentlessly, Kongpob had all but pushed away every last offending garments from either of their bodies. And although the night air around them was chilly, their bodies radiated an intense heat that wasn't about to cool down anytime soon. The weight of Kongpob's naked body pressing Arthit further into the mattress as he trailed his lips across his jaw, down the long nape of his neck, nibbling at the collar bone just the way Arthit liked. Knowing exactly the moves Kongpob made on his body that had him moaning with abandonment. All ready to arch his back with pleasure when instead of the passionate hickey Arthit was expecting, Kongpob all but chomped down on the base of his neck with all of his teeth.

"What the fuck dude? Why are you trying to literally eat me?"

But the man currently hungrily chewing at Arthit's skin was well past actually listening to his shocked exclamations.

Arthit stepped closer to the mirror, angling his head to get a better view of the teeth marks imprinted in his neck surrounded by a bright red bruise. Which is when he took a closer look at the rest of his torso causing his jaw to hit the floor with shock. His creamy pale chest was practically littered with hickeys and bite marks, that Arthit wasn't he sure he remembered when Kongpopb managed to mark him just so thoroughly. Surely he would have recalled the angry looking hickey currently enveloping his left nipple. Kongpob's bite impression perfectly encircling the formerly pink areola, having left the nub raw and sensitive. Touching his bruises tenderly, Arthit took stock of his body checkered with hickeys, amazed that Kongpob had managed to leave one even over one of his balls.

Without sparing a second thought that Arthit was essentially treating Kongpob's place as his own, he grabbed a spare towel from the rack and jumped into a scalding hot shower. Fully intending to scrub away the multiple layers of cum and slick caked over and inside his body.

It was a good half hour later, smelling like vanilla and strawberries did the man emerge, shamelessly throwing open the Alpha's wardrobe to borrow a pair of fresh boxers and a slightly baggy shirt. Barely in the middle of covering up his modesty when he heard the soft click of the front door. Rushing out to the living room Arthit saw Kongpob stand just within the threshold of the door with a large bag stuffed with something that obviously smelled delicious. Arthit didn't really know how Kongpob was even aware of his love for greasy Chinese food but right now he was more than ready to indulge in his guilty pleasure.