A Honeymoon? | MewGulf ✔

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[pls do vote angels, I wish you enjoy nevertheless]

It took him at least half an hour to put Panit to bed that night. The toddler was fussy, and he did everything he could from rocking to reading bedtime stories to singing.

When the toddler finally fell asleep and showed no signs of waking up, Tharn practically skipped to their bedroom.

Type promised him a night of passion, and he was sure he was going to get it. After all, his younger husband must have missed him too, right?

They've been so busy lately that Tharn couldn't even remember the last time they had a quick one – not with a hyperactive 8-year old who was everywhere in the house and a 1 and a half-year-old who needed their attention.

He stopped outside their door and schooled his excited face into what he hoped was a cool and seductive look. Then, he pushed the door open, calling out a "Typiiee" in the sultriest voice he could muster.

Type was passed out on top of the covers.

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"No offense, Phi, but you look like shit."

"Shut up, Tine."

"Who died?"

"My sex life."

Sarawat spat out his soda in shock, the liquid aimed at Tine.

"Wat!"

"Sorry, Tine!" He quickly grabbed napkins and began to help wipe the soda stains from Tine's shirt.

Meanwhile, Tharn couldn't help but snort at the two's antics.

The three of them were having lunch on the floor of the Chivaree-Metawin couple's Dance Studio. It was only a couple of blocks from Tharn's building, so Tharn sometimes spent his lunch hour with his two friends. The morning class had already finished, and the afternoon class wasn't starting until an hour from then.

Since Type always packed him a lunch, he never had to go anywhere to buy food. That day's menu consisted of shrimp, fried rice, and a side of white radishes. There was a lot more meat than usual, probably the younger's way of apologizing for sleeping on him last night.

His husband also added a packet of choco pie for his dessert. Sometimes, Tharn wondered what he did in a past life to deserve such a caring and nurturing husband like Type.

"Jeez, you really must be sexually frustrated," Tine commented, dabbing at his ruined shirt with a napkin as Sarawat looked on guiltily. "You're usually not this blunt. If anything, you get all flustered."

Tharn sighed. "Sorry, guys. It's just... Type and I have just been busy and plus, the kids at the house, and our juniors acting schedules, around the corner, we just haven't had any time to... you know... We haven't had any alone time at all and... well... I miss Type."

"Well, remember what we talked about during New Year's?" Tine asked.

Tharn furrowed his brows, eyes squinted small to remember. "Uh... we talked about a lot of things. Like about you two possibly adopting. How's that going, by the way? Have you decided?"

The two flashed each other strange looks before Sarawat cleared his throat.

"Um, no, we haven't really... um... decided," he said, before shoving a piece of meat into his mouth.

Tharn felt like he may have made the situation a little awkward by mentioning the adoption thing. He knew that Sarawat really wanted kids. But, Tine, in the meantime, was still unsure.