Without You [KongpobArthit 18+] - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

*Kongpob's POV*
Lying on my bed, Arthit and I are propped on our sides, facing each other. While a big part of me wants to hold him, I also want to gaze at his beautiful face that I've missed so much over the past two years. The way his black hair dips into his round eyes. His pink pouty lips, which are slightly parted and so tempting. The creamy skin of his cheeks, lightly colored by the delicate blush that has formed from me staring at him.
God, he's perfect.
"Kongpob," Arthit huffs, his nose wrinkling adorably. "Stop staring at me like that. It's embarrassing."
"Can I not stare at the man I love?" I question with a grin. His blush spreads to the tips of his ears.
"No," he retorts, turning onto his other side and facing away from me. My grin turns into a frown as Arthit hides from me.
"Ai'Oon," I coo, tugging at his shoulder. "Don't hide from me. Let me see you."
When he doesn't respond, I decide to take matters into my own hands and climb on top of him. I push against his shoulders, pinning him to the bed beneath me and forcing him to look at me.
"W-What do you think you're doing?" Arthit protests, his cheeks aflame.
"Showing you how much I missed you," I murmur. Arthit blinks a few times, his lids growing heavy as he stares up at me. His pupils dilate as his gaze drops down to my lips.
Sliding my hands from his shoulders, I intertwine our fingers and press his hands into the bed. Arthit gulps, shifting beneath me and letting me feel exactly how much my little touches are affecting him.
He's never been the most verbally expressive of his feelings, but I'm okay with that. I fell in love with Arthit for exactly who he is. I would never ask him to change, because he's already perfect in my eyes. Besides, where he lacks with words, he makes up for with actions. Facial expressions. The way his eyes light up whenever he sees me; how his cheeks turn pink whenever I'm close. The involuntary reactions from his body speak louder than words.
"I love you," Arthit suddenly says. My breath hitches as I'm caught off guard.
Okay, maybe words aren't too bad either.
"Say it again," I request with a smile.
Arthit rolls his eyes. "No."
"Please?"
He huffs; the annoyed sound juxtaposing the way his fingers tighten around mine. "Fine. But only because I couldn't say it for a long time. I love you, Kongpob. I never stopped, and I never will stop. I want to be with you for as long as you love me."
My eyes shine with unshed tears. While I used to wish for Arthit to say he loves me every day, I can appreciate why he doesn't. Because now, I hold each and every confession like a rare and precious jewel; never taking his affection for granted.
"I love you, Ai'Oon," I ardently profess, enjoying the way his blush deepens at the nickname. "And you'll be stuck with me for the rest of our lives, because I'll never stop loving you."
Dipping my head down, I lightly brush our lips together. Arthit whimpers beneath me, tilting his head up in a silent plea for more. Feeling him pushing against my hands, I release my hold on him. Arthit slides his hands into my hair, tangling with the dark locks.
"Will you make love to me?" Arthit whispers nearly inaudibly, always so shy to tell me what he wants.
"Of course," I answer warmly with hearts in my eyes. I cover his mouth with mine, drinking down every one of his precious whimpers and moans. His fingers grip my hair tighter, desperately trying to pull me closer to him. Our tongues meet, and our surroundings shatter into galaxies of desperate kisses and heated touches.
Hands pull at clothing, lips travel down necks, hips crash together. Our movements are so much more intimate than they were the other night. While our touches might have been affected by our concerns and hesitations, right now, there's nothing holding us back.
"Kongpob," the sound of my name rolling off Arthit's tongue makes me groan low in my throat. I kiss my way down his bare body, worshiping every inch of smooth skin I can reach. My hands press against the inside of his thighs, spreading him open for me. Embarrassed by the exposed position, Arthit's cheeks turn bright pink, but he doesn't try to push me away.
Grinning mischievously, I kiss around his pelvis until I can nip at his creamy thighs. Arthit whimpers, bucking his hips up as he wordlessly tells me what he wants— no, what he needs.
But I have other plans for him tonight.
My lips quickly travel lower, not giving Arthit a chance to realize what I'm doing and push me away. Pushing his thighs to his chest, I lick my lips at the sight of his pretty pink hole, clenching and unclenching with the need to be filled.
"Ngh!!" Arthit cries out, his legs shaking slightly when I run my tongue over his hole. This type of act used to be too embarrassing to Arthit, so I didn't get to do it very often. But it's been too long since I've tasted him; had my tongue inside of him. I can't wait any longer.
My wet muscle pushes past his tight ring. Arthit gasps and clutches my hair, but doesn't pull me away. Rather, he anchors me to him, pushing my mouth closer to his needy hole.
I give him everything he needs, fucking my way into him with my tongue. Every moan is music to my ears; every tug of my hair a sweet encouragement to please my lover.
"K-Kong!" Arthit gasps when I flick up tongue upwards, licking along his silken walls. His legs shake around my head; his toes curling from their position on my shoulders.
Peeking up through my long lashes, my cock hardens painfully at the erotic sight. Arthit's mouth is agape with silent moans, his eyes wide and dazed from the pleasure I'm delivering to him. His black hair is sprawled messily, sticking in every direction. He's an absolute mess; absolutely perfect and beautiful.
I pull away before he can hit his release, making Arthit groan in frustration. I lick a teasing stripe up his weeping cock, savoring the brief taste of his precum on my tongue.
"Remind me to buy lube," I murmur, grabbing the bottle of lotion from last night.
"Who says you'll need it?" Arthit fires back, still panting slightly.
I grin, lathering my fingers with the lotion. "Bold words from someone who almost came just from my tongue."
Arthit sputters, unable to come up with a witty response. I swear, bold words will always be Arthit's weakness. When will he learn that no matter how bold he is, I can deliver ten times as much?
My fingertips press to his softened hole, pushing in with ease. Arthit sighs, relaxing beneath me while resting his legs on my shoulders. His channel is still loosened from last night, but I still continue to prep him until I'm able to pump three fingers in and out of him. My digits graze along his prostate, not enough to make him cum, but enough to make him desperate for more.
"Are you ready?" I ask, making sure this is still what he wants. Despite how much we've been through in the past two days, I'm still worried he's going to realize this was a mistake.
As if reading my thoughts, Arthit tenderly cups my face in his warm hands.
"I'm ready," he says confidently. "I'm ready for everything."
The deeper meaning of his declaration brings tears to my eyes, and I nod while smiling widely. Withdrawing my fingers, I apply a generous amount of lotion to my aching cock. Arthit's eyes drop down to our centers, watching with baited breath as the head of my cock pushes in. I push in a little before pulling back out, repeating this process as I gradually fuck deeper and deeper into him. His warm walls clench around my cock, eagerly welcoming me home.
"Oh fuck, Kong," Arthit whimpers, holding me tightly. His blush spreads down to his pale chest, which rises and falls with each heavy breath.
"God, Arthit," I groan, turning my head to the side so I can kiss his leg. My thrusts pick up speed until Arthit is crying out in time with each deep plunge of my cock.
"Ngh, ah, fuck!" Curses and moans pour from Arthit's lips as I make love to him with everything I have. His cock is read and swollen with the need to cum, but I purposefully avoid hitting his prostate, wanting to make this last.
"You're so good to me, baby," I praise breathlessly as I roll my hips.
"Need more," Arthit gasps. I drop his legs from their position on my shoulders, rolling us over so that my lover is straddling my hips.
"Then take it," I smirk at the bewildered expression on Arthit's face. God, he's so cute when he's shy. Even when my cock is already buried deep in his ass, he can still act so innocent.
"Asshole," Arthit grumbles, pressing his hands against my chest for stability as he raises his hips up. I moan loudly, letting my head fall against the pillow when he drops back down, swallowing my length completely.
"Just like that," I encourage him, placing my hands on his hips to help guide him. "You're doing so well."
Arthit whimpers from the praise, moving faster until he's bouncing in my lap. He looks so unbelievably good like this, fucking himself with my cock. Biting his lower lip, Arthit tilts his head back as he becomes lost in the pleasure.
"Ngh, ngh, Kongpob!" Arthit's moans start to turn into desperate sobs. Gripping his hips tighter, I thrust up into him, slamming directly into his prostate. Tears of pleasure slip down his round cheeks as the sound of skin slapping fills the room.
"I'm going to cum," I growl lowly, grasping his neglected erection.
"I-Inside!" Arthit pleads as I pump his cock. "Cum inside me."
His lewd words are my undoing, combined with the way his walls clench around me as I squeeze my fist around his leaking erection. Arthit's body shudders we he screams; his cum shooting onto my chest. My release immediately follows after his, causing me to cry out a messy mixture of Arthit's name and curses.
Arthit drops down into my chest as I ride out my high. His face buries into my neck while I continue to thrust erratically into him; my arms wrapping around his back in a tight embrace.
We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Arthit shivers, keeping his face buried in the crook of his neck. Whispering soothing words, I comb my fingers through his hair while my other hand brushes up and down his back.
"You're moving in with me," I decide, fully expecting him to protest.
"Okay," Arthit whispers, splaying his fingers across my chest. "But you're going to marry me."
I nearly tumble out of the bed from shock. "What?"
"Not right this second," he rolls his eyes. "But one day."
A grin spreads across my lips. "Is that a proposal?"
His blush returns to his cheeks. "I probably should've planned something better. I don't have a ring, and we just got back together. But I know I don't want to be without you ever again. So... yes. That is a proposal."
"Yes," I whisper, tilting his head up towards me. "I'll marry you."
Our lips meet softly, sealing our promise. My heart pounds as I kiss my fiancé, holding him tighter against me.
| 1 Year Later |
"Kongpob, you look fine," May insists, watching as I adjust my tie for the hundredth time.
"Fine isn't good enough," I grumble. "Where's Em?"
"Our son had a dirty diaper, so Em is changing him in the bathroom," she answers. "Don't worry, he'll be back before the ceremony."
Sighing, I drop my hands away from my tie. "It's hopeless. On the one day I need to look my best, I look like shit."
May falls silent, biting her lower lip in thought. Without another word, she spins on her heel and swiftly leaves the room. Shaking my head, I look back at my reflection. My dark hair is gelled back; a style I would normally approve of but for some reason looks too stiff right now. My black tux is fitted to my slender frame, seeming a lot more bland than I had originally thought.
Dammit, I just wanted today to be perfect.
"Kongpob?"
I whip around at the sound of my fiancé's voice. Arthit stands in the doorway, and my eyes widen at the angelic sight before me. Dressed in a white tuxedo with a burgundy tie, Arthit stares back at me with concern in his eyes.
"A-Arthit," I stammer, trying to keep my eyes from traveling below his belt. "What are you doing in here?"
"May said you might need to see me," he informs me, walking over to where I'm standing by the mirror. "What's going on?"
I exhale deeply, pointing at my reflection. "That."
Arthit glances at the mirror, raising a skeptical brow. "That?"
"I look... awful," I groan, throwing my hands up. "My suit is too boring, my hair is too flat, everything is too... horrible!"
He breaks out into a grin, gripping my shoulders. "Kongpob. You look perfect. Shit, you could be wearing a garbage bag and I would still think you look perfect. But I do agree, your suit is missing something."
My eyes widen. "What is it?"
"This," Arthit's smile widens as he pulls something out of his pocket, holding his fist out to me. I open my hand, letting him drop the unknown object in my palm.
My eyes water at the sight of the gift Arthit gave me so many years ago. Our gears, melded together as one. Still smiling, Arthit grabs the gear and secures it above the knot of my tie. Pulling his matching gear from his other pocket, Arthit ties it around his own burgundy tie.
"There," he says, turning me until I'm facing the mirror again. "Now you look perfect."
I laugh, unable to take my eyes off our gears hanging from our ties. He's right, it does make my suit look a lot less bland. However...
"My hair," I frown. "It still looks awful."
Sighing, Arthit grips my lapel and yanks me to him. Our lips crash together, making me moan in surprise as I instantly melt into the kiss. Our lips dance together as Arthit drags his fingers through my hair, tightly gripping the locks while deepening the kiss.
He pulls away all too soon, leaving me hungry for more. But when I dip back down, Arthit dodges my lips.
"How's that?" He questions, inclining his head towards the mirror. My hair is no longer slicked down; tousled messily from when his fingers ran through the dark tresses.
It actually looks... perfect.
"Good?" Arthit confirms, and I nod my head. "Good. In case you haven't noticed, we're supposed to get married in five minutes."
Normally, I would've panicked over nearly being late. But Arthit's presence keeps me calm, and I intertwine our fingers.
"Your last five minutes of freedom," I rephrase teasingly. "Having second thoughts?"
"You wish," Arthit snickers. "You're stuck with me for life."
Humming, I press my lips to his forehead. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Ai'Oon."