Arthit stopped his wiggling when he felt a hard, foreign object under him.
He sucked in his next breath and stayed as still as possible.
"Kongpob..."
All playfulness was gone from said teen's face and his eyes were filled with dark desire.
Kongpob pulled Arthit down from the back of his neck, claiming those tempting lips. With one swift movement, Kongpob rolled Arthit under him. His long fingers gripped the back of the other's thigh, making sure that leg stayed wrapped around him.
Arthit pushed moaned against the other's lips. He pushed his hips up digging one hand into Kongpob's thick hair. The other one clawed at the back of the offending white t-shirt.
A small whine escaped Arthit's swollen lips when Kongpob suddenly moved away. Breathing became more difficult when Kongpob pulled his shirt off in one motion. In a trance, the older male touched the tan chest. Tracing every groove and curve.
Kongpob took a sharp breath when he felt soft finger touch his nipple. He pulled Arthit up, it was not fair that he was the only one topless.
Pearly white skin was all Kongpob could focus on.
"Kongpob?" Arthit squirmed a little from the uncomfortable silence. He knew he was a bit softer than his nong but he didn't think he looked that bad.
The tan teen leaned forward pressing their foreheads together. A shaky escaped his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and sent a prayer to whoever could help him gain some control.
Kongpob opened his eyes to look into the most beautiful ones he had ever focused on. "You're beautiful, P'Arthit."
Arthit blushed at those words. All Kongpob could see from that was that those blushes spread all the way down his chest.
With that sight all control went out the window.
Lips tasted, correction, they devoured.
Arthit bit his lip to keep his moans from escaping. That method was unsuccessful when he felt one of his nipples being tugged gently before being soothed with small licks.
He covered his mouth with a hand, arching his back when Kongpob tugged at the neglected side.
The younger male pulled away. He couldn't stop himself from rocking his hips forward. He grabbed the offending hand, holding it above Arthit's head.
"Don't ever cover your mouth. P'Arthit's moans are music to my ears." He pushed their groins together, he kissed the exposed, flushed neck. He gently bit Arthit's earlob before whispering, "Don't ever hold back. I want to hear you moans, pant, and have you screaming my name when we are doing this kind of stuff."
He took a bit of the tempting, exposed neck. He knew a mark would form. The thought made him feel proud. He would be the only one to ever mark this flesh.
"I promise you that you'll get used to it. I guarantee that you'll like it." He whispered into the red ear.
Kongpob smirked down at the embarrassed senior.
That smirk made Arthit want to wipe it away. He pressed their lips together. With some unexpected courage, he took a small bite. "You can try."
Kongpob groaned, pressing hard against swollen lips. He caressed the band of the loose sleeping shorts, Arthit was wearing.
Just when he exposed a bit of hips,, the bedroom door smacked hard against the wall.
"Kongpob! Mae says to come down... for breakfast already..."
His sister just stood there gaping at the sight before her. Had she been an anime character, she was sure she would be having a nosebleed.
Kongpob groaned and rushed to cover Arthit. "Get out!"
The embarrassed senior covered himself to the top of his head. May the Earth swallow him up right now.
Kongpob's sister squealed before running away yelling "P'Fan!!!! You won't guess what I just saw!!"
Kongpob pushed the blankets away. "I'm so sorry, P'Arthit."
He pressed his body weight down on the other. The moment was gone.
Just like that.
Poof!
Gone.
Kongpob gave gentle kissed against the hands covering the red face of his lover.
"We... are... never... doing... stuff... in THIS house again." Arthit smacked Kongpob's shoulder after each word. "You have scary sisters."
Kongpob chuckled. "Or maybe I can just lock the door next time?"
Arthit wore a deadpan look before giving a firm, "No."
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FanfictionArthit tutors a group of 2nd years of his high school. The sessions are coming to an end and one of his juniors isn't looking forward to it.