6 Years After • Completed

xviii. Day 20 (part 2)

⚠ slight smut ahead

"K-kong..."

Arthit chanted, words drawling out as a sweet whisper from his lips– thin bow-shaped lips slightly opened in an inviting arc, trembling and glistening barely covering the small wound on the corner when Kongpob had nipped on those luscious lips, Kongpob had the urge to pull him closer and taste those inviting lips but the want to hear his own name being called upon in his begging tone that Kongpob couldn't get enough of was more important.

"P-please..."

Arthit closed his eyes to make sense of his thoughts but all he could think of was how fitting the younger's half-shaft nestled in him. Kongpob, with his nails digging on the older's waist, slowly moved him down. Kongpob had growled at the warmth slowly engulfing him whole– the sensation he's feeling was something words weren't enough to cover but it was close to... insanity.

Insanity. Yes.

Kongpob would settle on that term, though it's quite ironic since Kongpob often told the older that at some point, he's the only person that could make Kongpob sane yet at this point of time, Kongpob found himself at the mercy of Arthit, lost in him, close to insanity all because of him.

If Kongpob had died because of this, he would accept it wholeheartedly, this feeling with Arthit alone was very fulfilling.

Arthit's thighs tightened along with the clenching of his hole, tears threatening to spill, lips pursed to hold in his whimpers, hair tousled in every direction with a bit of strand stuck on his forehead, cheeks flaring with trails of spit hinting how he enjoyed lubricating Kongpob's shaft earlier, beads of sweat forming on slowly falling on the side of his face until it dripped on his lean body – Arthit looked a hot mess but he'd never looked more beautiful for Kongpob.

Suddenly, Kongpob didn't know where to focus on, Arthit's pleasured face or the primal desire to continue moving in him because Kongpob's sure, one more minute of Arthit moaning with that face and he'd come right there and then.

Having Kongpob in Arthit was painful, Kongpob's lubricated digits weren't enough to prepare him for the real deal, the younger was huge– he was long, thick, veiny, hard– something Arthit never thought of having inside him but here he was on the younger's lap, having every inch of him.

Riding Kongpob wasn't the perfect position to have the younger's whole inside, it left a bit of his base out in the open whenever Arthit's plump globes would meet his inner thighs, but Kongpob had insisted, to let Arthit control the pace yet Arthit found himself depending on the younger, whimpering at him with his dilated pupils.

"More... Kong, more..." Arthit whimpered.

Along with their sweaty bodies slowly connecting, Arthit's nails dug on Kongpob's shoulders languidly giving long angry red scratches on the expanse of the younger's back.

Kongpob groaned not because he felt the sting from Arthit's scratches but because he wanted to see how Arthit had done his masterpiece– wanted to see how his alabaster slender fingers complemented his tanned skin.

An inch before the younger's shaft fully situated itself in the warm hole, Arthit hummed, back involuntarily arching in a sinful elegant arch, inviting nubs pushing itself on his boyfriend's face. Kongpob acquiesced, putting the nubs in his warm mouth– sucking them, letting them blossom into perfection, some times, Kongpob trapped the nubs in between his teeth with only but the tip of his hardened tongue quickly licking its sensitivity.

– promptly missing the beautiful twitch on Arthit's face when the younger's cock had softly brushed on a bundle of nerves in him, his prostate, sending pleasures from his spine to every single cell of his body.