Are you sure you want me to go?

                                    

                                          
***This is set in episode 7 of SOTUS S when Kongpob apologizes to Arthit in his room after Arthit smashed his arm with the door. 

                          
***Mature content. 18  only! Read at your own risk!
                          
"P' Arthit, are you sure you want me to go?" asked Kongpob with a smirk. 
                          
"Yes, it's late. Go home," Arthit said with his cute angry face. 
                          
Kongpob continued smirking and followed the sway of Arthit's round butt as he went to the bathroom. 
                          
After Arthit finished taking a shower, he realized he forgot to take his towel. Knowing the junior sitting on his bed with a smirk, he would probably think he did this on purpose. Truthfully, Kongpob just made him so flustered that he lost his mind and couldn't focus on anything else.
                          
"Kongpob, can you bring me my towel?" he called hesitantly. "It's the red one."
                          
Kongpob knocked and Arthit opened the door with a serious expression. Hopefully it would deter Kongpob from saying something suggestive. 
                          
As soon as Arthit saw Kongpob his hope was dashed. The knowing smile on Kongpob's face and the desire in his eyes meant that Arthit would not go unscathed. 
                          
"Go home," Arthit said with exasperation. He was still a little angry with Kongpob for lying to him and for surprising him at the company. 
                          
"No. I'll stay in case you need something," said Kongpob while waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
                          
Arthit looked him up and down and slammed the door close. He leaned against it and started breathing hard. Truly, he just wanted Kongpob to reflect on what he did and he didn't want to get used to being placated with sex. 
                          
Even though he didn't trust himself, he opened the door and came out with the towel around his waist. As expected, Kongpob was still on the bed. He looked him up and down and licked his lips as a drop of water traveled down Arthit's swollen pink nipple and down his stomach. 
                          
"Come here," Kongpob didn't even let Arthit talk. He didn't want to give him a chance to reject him and deny this. They both needed this. It had hurt for Arthit to be mad at him for trying to be closer to him. It hurt every time he rejected his touch. Kongpob needed him tonight. Needed to confirm that he was his. 
                          
Despite himself, Arthit walked forward as if in a trance. He walked in between Kongpob's legs and put his hands on his shoulders. 
                          
Kongpob put his hands on his waist and rubbed his skin with his thumbs. He looked up at P'Arthit with desire, but also hurt. 
                          
"I never follow you to hurt you or embarrass you. I'm only trying to get closer to you. To take care of you. I'm willing to wait for you to reveal our relationship, but I only want you to show me that you love me half as much as I love you." 
                          
Arthit looked down at him with watery eyes. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to stop hurting Kongpob. He squeezed his eyes shut in the face of Kongpob's pain and a stray tear slid down his face.
                          
"I told you I would wipe your tears if you needed it" Kongpob reached up and wiped his tear. 
                          
"Who wipes your tears?"
                          
"No one. I don't cry. As long as I'm with you, I'll always be happy." 
                          
Arthit gave a small smile and leaned down to kiss Kongpob. Kongpob reached up to bury his fingers in his hair. He pulled Arthit's face toward his and pressed their lips together. His tongue immediately came out to ask for entrance.
                          
Arthit opened his mouth and Kongpob's tongue slid inside. Kongpob sucked on Arthit's tongue and pulled him closer. Arthit's erection was straining against the towel.