I'm sorry for neglecting this story but I hope I can make you happy with this chapter...

The first song is My love by BUZZ (A old song, old but gold ;) 

Warning: A Rated R scene

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Bang!

It was the sound of gun firing in the air. The bullet hit someone's chest, the person looked down at his chest, blood dripping down from the wound. The other two persons froze on the spot, their attention at the man who got shot just now. P'Net's heartbeat accelerated but his breath turned shallow, his vision was blurry. He was too weak to stay kneeled on his knees, he fell down to the hard ground, gasping for air, his eyes glaring at the ceiling. Arthit couldn't believe that P'Net took a bullet for him. 3 whole years he hated his Phee and wished to kill him if he faced him again. Now the man he wanted dead, was really dying after saving him. He wasn't dying like he expected him to end but was dying like a hero after blocking Lek's way to receive the bullet instead.

Lek wasn't satisfied with the resultat yet, he could hear many footsteps coming closer to the bulding. Surely the polices were surrounding the area, cornering him to block his escaping route. He aimed at Arthit to shoot him but it was Kong who stood in his way, keeping himself as a shield to protect his boyfriend. Lek had his finger around the trigger, ready to fire again.

Bang!

Another sound coming from a firearm. One man was down, laying on his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his past flashing before his eyes as if he was seing a vision. Only two persons survived the hostage case. Many police officers entered the building, screaming that everyone should surrounder and lay on the ground. The gun that shot just now fell down to the ground, making a loud sound when hitting against the cement. Everyone and everything went quiet, no one dared to speak first and break the awkward silence. A heavy atmosphere covered the air, the air was so thick that it was hard to breath under this circumstance. Right, nobody expected the hostage-taking to end like this!

The police monitored the building first to familiarise themselves with the situation. Kongpob was in shock, his body frozen on the spot, his eyes moving around to scrutinise the two men laying on the ground. Lek had a hole pierced through his heart, a pool of blood spread around him. Net was gasping for air, his breath turning shallow the more time they were wasting and the more blood he was losing. However, Lek wasn't half lucky like his partner in crime, he wasn't moving anymore. His eyes were staring at the ceiling, the last picture engraving in his memeoy was the white, dirty ceiling above him. He took his last breath, his pupils dilated, not responding to the light anymore. It was a sign of death. Time of death was 15:45 p.m. in the evening.

Kongpob finally moved, turning to the place where the second gunfire came from. Arthit was in front of him, his hand clenched around the gun, his pointer stil wrapped around the trigger. He was frozen on the spot as if all of his senses left him but his hands were trembling in fear.

Kong staggered to him, one hand above the shorter man's hands that were holding the gun. He grabbed at his hand, „Give it to me...", his soothing voice spoke faintly to him.

Arthit was stil indulged in shock that the taller man's voice didn't reach him. Kongpob just hold tighter onto him, squeezing his hands whereupon the shorter man loosened the grip he was holding the weapon with. Kongpob let the weapon fall to the ground. The moment the gun hit the ground, Arthit's tears were dropping too. He wasn't making any noise but the tears kept streaming down. Kong wrapped his arm around Arthit's back, pulling him gently in a tight but passionate embrace, the other hand caressing over the latter's head. Since Arthit's eyes were focused on Lek he shot death, he hold Arthit's face against his chest, covering his view with his broad chest, preventing his man to see the dead man laying on the ground.

„It's fine... Everything is going to be alright...", Kong tried to calm him down, caressing his head to take his pain and fear away. He could imagine how scared Arthit must be right now. He shot a man dead, something none of them expected of ever happening to them. Not even in their worst nightmare did they dream of one of them shoting a human dead. Taking a man's life. Killing a parents' child.

Arthit was trembling in his embrace, he was scared for two reasons. First, he couldn't believe that he ended a man's life without batting an eye to save Kongpob. Second, he feared that he would be marked as a murderer. He was scared to go to prison and leave Kongpob, Sun and his parents behind. He was crying. Earlier, there were sounds of two gunfire echoing in the building but everything went silent now. Now, the older one's sobbing resounded in the air. It was a pitiful, also pain filled cry. The police were pitying him, wishing he didn't have to use his beautiful hands to kill someone. But everyone knew he did it for defense. Some polices were taking care of the injured Net, a few securing the crime scene. A female officer was calling the ambulance, telling them the address of their whereabout.

A black blanket dropped on Arthit's shoulder, he was deep in thought, thinkng of his future that wasn't bright like before that he didn't notice the female detective putting a blanket over him to cover him. She lifted Net's gun Arthit fired with from the ground, staring at it for a long moment.

„He did it to save him...", Kongpob said, defending his boyfriend. Of course, he was scared of the aftermath this situation would cause them but he didn't care less about the media. He just wanted to be there for Arthit right now, later and also in the future. Kongpob would never let him go through this pain alone.

„I know...", the female detective said to assure them that she was on their side, patting softly on the shorter man's shoulder. She would fight for them and defend them even if the matter was brought to court before the grand jury.

Kongpob and Arthit were asked to follow two officers in their car, they would bring them to the police station while the remaining ones would secure the crime scene also the evidences. The situation involving abduction, one dead man and one man severely injured wasn't just a simple case. Especially since it involved two guard wards getting hurt and their guns used for the crime, Kong and Arthit wouldn't circumvent a witness report so easily. Because they were the only witnesses here, they needed to give their statement about the situation before they would decide whether they would be free to go home or not.

Before they could leave the building, the male detective hold them back, giving them the police coat to cover their faces with. They should hide their identity from hordes of curious onlookers and reporters who were gathered outside to catch a glimpse of their faces and take pictures of them to report on the journal later. How they could gather here in such short time? The residents walking around in the vicinity heard the gun shots and noticed the police cars so they notifided the press for money. Due to the press and onlookers waiting there for them, the detectives arranged it that they could be interrogated in another district since they wanted to hide their identity and also preserve them from wild rumors goind around.

As they set foot outside, cameras were flashing at them, taking pictures of the two witnesses. Arthit felt intimidated from the curious eyes looking at him but Kongpob remained beside him, keeping his hand over his head to prevent the coat from falling down. They ignored the questions thrown at them til they arrived in the car. On the way to the police station, Kongpob hold Arthit in a tight embrace, caressing on his arm to give him support, strenght and take his pain away. Arthit felt lost, couldn't even sense the taller man touching him here and there to calm him down. His eyes staring inro spaces, he wasn't aware of his surroundings. It would be a long road for Arthit before they would arrive at their destination. It would even take long for him to assimilate the situation and wake up from the state of shock. But one thing was sure for him: he did it to save Kongpob. He would never regret his decision for lifting up the gun to shot Lek. The man was threatening his man and he wouldn't let him hurt the love of his life.

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Arthit sat in the interrogation room, the female detective typing the last word in the laptop before closing it since they finished the report. She had enough evidence to release him so he could leave for home. Even if she wasn't keen of telling him the information that would raise his fear and insecurity, it was protocol to prohibite him from leaving the country in the time being. As long as the investigation against him was stil on run, he wasn't allowed to leave the country because they needed to be always on contact with him in the case they had question about the case. The charge against him was intentional murder. Everyone knew that he had to shot Lek to save Kongpob but they stil had to treat him like a criminal according to the law or they would be accused for giving him favour. Kongpob asked him if he should call his lawyer for him but Arthit declined the offer, stating that he didn't do anything wrong to hide behind a lawyer. According to himself, it would make him look more suspiscious if he had a lawyer defending him.

The shorter man nodded, giving his agreement to stay in Thai for the time being. She opened the door for him whereupon he took the way back to the anteroom. Kongpob was waiting for him there. He felt safe as soon as his eyes laid upon the taller man wandering in the room, looking all stressed and uneasy. The moment he realised Arthit in front of him, he dashed to him, taking him in a tight hug. Arthit just went to give his witness report but he was worried over the older one, fearing him to have a breakdown. Arthit returned the hug, wrapping his arms around him, enjoying their togetherness.

„Are you alright?", Kongpob asked him. He could imagine how exhausted, depressed and scared he must be right now. He was curious about how the interrogation went but he didn't want to reopen old wound by asking about the witness report.

No, I'm not okay, Kong... I killed a man with my hand... His delicate hands were shaking when remembering his hand clenching the metalic gun, hesitating first to end his life but he shot him in the end. Kong, I ended a man's life whose parents would grieve over his death... I'm a murderer... Arthit wanted to voice his anxious thought, telling him the truth that he was broke and needed Kongpob but he didn't want to be a burden to him anymore. Kongpob did everything for him and he didn't want him to get involved in this matter. But how could he exclude him out of that matter? Kongpob was already deep involved in Lek's death.

Kongpob broke the embrace, pulling him gently back to look into his eyes. The younger one's eyes were reflecting the worry, fear and love he felt for him. Arthit couldn't resist him and the overwhelming emotions he was sending him. Tears filled his eyes but he hold them back to not break down, he nodded to the taller man that he fine. Yeah, he knew he was going to be alright as long as he had Kongpob beside him. His man would ease the pain and give him his happiness back.

Arthit and Kongpob climbed in the latter's second car that he drove to Lek's and Net's place to bring his man back. Arthit sat on the passenger's seat while Kong was driving. He leaned his head on the backrest, facing the other direction to avoid Kongpob's gaze, falling deep in thought. The younger one was turning his attention to him from time to time to see if he was crying or not. He would pull the car aside and kiss him if he noticed him shedding tears.

The rest of their way back home, was quiet. There wasn't an odd atmosphere in the air but the silence was torturing Kongpob slowly. It seemed like they went back to ignore each other just like the first time they saw each other after three years of seperation. He hated the atmosphere between them but he couldn't change the cold mood even if he wanted to. Him worrying too much, could trigger something in Arthit so he let him be himself for the time being.

After leaving some kilometers of distance behind them, they arrived at their destination that was their home. Arthit was stil deep in thought that he didn't notice the car parking in the garage and Kongpob waiting for him to exit the car. The younger one just went to his side, opening the door for him like a gentleman. His warm hand touched Arthit's thigh, the soft touch pulled him out of his daydream. He finally faced Kongpob, stil dazed and lost.

„We're home...", Kong said to him, emphasizing the word „home", making him realize that there wasn't anywhere better than home. It was both their house, their safe place where they would always return to after a long, tiresome day.

Arthit apologized for drifting away but Kongpob just helped him exit the car. He didn't leave right away but his eyes were wandering around in the garage, staring at the ceiling, walls and also at the ground. Images of P'Net standing in front of him, treatening him and abducting him flashed before his very eyes. As if he sensed that something was wrong with his man, Kong tightened his arm around the latter, supporting him to stand straight on his feet. Both of them walked over to the door of their house where they could find comfort and safety. But it was also where they were taken by surprise. Everyone was waiting there for them. Everyone were both their families and their friends. Even Sun was there for him, finding comfort in his grandma, his mommy's mom, arms. It was a surprise for them that Sun was stil awake at that time, it was almost 9 p.m at night, not the time for a two years old boy to be awake til now.

Kongpob and Arthit waited in front of their familes and friend, they were deeply moved by their little gesture for waiting for their. Arthit seemed to be emotional, fighting with his tears. This time, they were tears of joy but he hold them back since he didn't want to act too weak in front of his family, especially not before Sun. The boy would cry if he saw him in tears too. The little boy jumped happily when he recognized his mommy next to his father. He reached out his arms to his favourite parent, asking for the latter's attention and hug. Arthit hesitated first. Not because he didn't want to take him to his side but because he wanted to engrave this picture deep in his memory and heart. This important picture would find an important place in his heart. It was soothing, sweet and lovely to see the people dear to him, waiting there for him to arrive and welcome him back. It was a peaceful picture he was grateful to be alive to witness it. He was grieving for Lek's death but he finally calmed down after seeing how much pain he saved himself from by killing him. He was still scared for killing someone's beloved child but he was relieved that Lek died and not Kong. If something had happened to Kong, he would never be able to see this beautiful picture. It would cause the family to break apart. It would cause a rift in his heart that would never be whole again.

As if Kongpob sensed him feeling better now, he fred him out his embrace. Arthit went to Sun, taking the little boy in his arms, hugging him tightly. Sun was smiling brightly, giggling since his mommy's hair was tickling him. Both mommy and son's chubby cheek were grazing against each other. Laughter filled the atmosphere, Arthit and Sun were giggling, the rest of them chuckling. There was a flash sound in the atmosphere, Seung Il just took a picture of the beautiful image offered to him. Of course, he didn't hesitate to send it to his wife who was in South Korea cursing him that he didn't update her about her beloved Arthit for hours. She would be smitten when receiving the new update.

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After enjoying the family reunion outside, they were back in the living room with Arthit sitting on the sofa and Sun sleeping in his arms. Kongpob was standing behind Arthit, having his hand on the latter's shoulder to show him that he would never leave his side. The in-laws and their friends decided to leave them alone after the long day that drained them from their energy. Even Mrs. Rojnapat had to leave too, not voluntary but she wanted to give them some privacy to sort their problems out. She began trusting Kongpob again so she wanted to try and leave her son in his care, giving him a second chance. It wouldn't hurt to let Arthit sort out everything with Kong and be happy with him.

Kongpob took Sun in his arms, both young men following their family outside to bid farewell with them. Now they were alone. They exchanged a smile, at least Kong tried to keep a strong mind and smile but Arthit wasn't in the mood to smile yet. Together, they took the stairs up in Sun's bedroom, the taller man carefully laying the little boy on the bed. Sun didn't take long to occupy the big bed, spreading his tiny body on the bed. Of course, his fathers didn't leave without giving him a good night kiss. Arthit sat beside the sleeping boy's body, covering the blanket till his chest und placing a lovely kiss on his forehead. Kongpob standing behind his man, caressing on the latter's shoulder, smiling brightly to the sweet image only him was allowed to see. Before, everyone enjoyed Sun and Arthit cuddling sweetly but now it was his turn to enjoy them by himself. He could admire the two male who would always be his life's joy and worry too.

As they tiptoed out of the bedroom, Kongpob's cellphone vibrated in his pocket. He brought it out, taking a look at the time. It was already few minutes after midnight. The female detective was on the other end of the line, wishing to have a talk with Mr. Rojnapat and him in private. Apparantly they were already waiting for them outside but didn't want to ring the bell this late at the night and woke up the neighbors, more likely Sun who was sleeping at this late of time. The younger one went to open the door for them, meanwhile Arthit bringing water for them to drink. But they declined the drink, telling them that they wanted to give them a briefing about the investigation and continue working. They would pull a nighter today to finish the case as soon as possible to relieve Mr. Rojnapat.

Arthit and Kongpob sat next to each other on the sofa and opposite to the two detectives, waiting for the news they couldn't wait to hear.

„We will drop the charge on Mr. Rojnapat. Thanks to the evidences we gathered, we could convince the prosecutor that he's innocent...", the older detective began telling them.

Arthit was speechless, couldn't think of the right words to describe his feelings right now. He was scared the whole time but now a relieved sight could escape his mouth. Kongpob laid his arm around him, pulling him closer to his body. This time they exchanged a sweet smile, both of them relieved that Arthit was found „not guilty" of murdering Lek out of revenge. It was a victory they deserved, they were innocent after all. They were the victims and not Lek.

The younger detective addressed to Kongpob, „It was a great idea to save the conversation between you and the two criminals. Thanks to the audio and Mr. Rojnapat's witness report, we could finally conclude that he shot him out of self-defense."

Actually the two detectives supported them in this case as much as they could by calling the prosecutor handling the case this night. They forced him to take care of the case in discret and fast to prevent it spreading on media. After going through the evidence, the prosecutor closed the case without bringing it to justice. It was the detective's gift for Arthit and Kongpob after the long torment they went through in those 3 years. They wanted to apologize to them that they failed them many times when they needed their help and gave up too soon on searching for Arthit as he was abducted 3 yeas ago. Just like in the past, Kongpob and Arthit had to rely on their own ability to take Lek and the refugee Net down. Because they didn't to much for them, they choose to handle the case wisely.

The shorter man stood up, bowing down so low that his head almost touched the ground, tears filling his eyes but he kept them back, promising himsef that he wouldn't shed tears anymore. It's over... Finally, I can breath again... „Thanks for the help... I'll never forget everything you did for me", he said while fighting against his tears.

Kongpob had to admit that he didn't expect them to help them since he lost hope in them the first time they didn't believe Arthit to be abducted and later told them that they didn't expect him to be alive either. He felt deeply moved, laying an arm around Arthit and bowing down too, thanking them for their effort. The detectives slightly bowed their head down to them too, apologising for failing them every time they needed help but they hoped they wouldn't cross path with them again. At least not involving crime scenes. After exchanging their gratitude, the detectives bidded farewell with them and left to continue their work on the police station.

Arthit and Kongpob looked at each, silence taking over them. Their lips suddenly curved up in to a genuine smile. Kongpob moved his mouth to say something only to have his mouth closed by Arthit's lips, the latter kissed him, sucking on his lips. The kiss came sudden but he enjoyed his man taking the lead, violating his lips softly, passionately and lovely. He smiled, began ravaging the shorter man's lips. The kiss ended with a soft moan escaping Arthit's wet lips, he took his lips from Kongpob's, stroking at the taller man's cheek. They smiled again, giving a faint peck on the lips. Arthit seemed not to be satisfied yet, he grabbed at Kongpob's hand, pulling him forward to take the stairs up with him. He opened the door, it looked like an invitation coming from Arthit. No, it didn't look like it but it was an invitation. An invitation to take a step further in their relationship.

As soon as they stepped in the bedroom and the door get closed behind them, Arthit caught Kongpob's lips again with his to kiss him, intertwining their fingers to feel the latter closer. Kongpob sucked the older man's underlip, their tongue grazing against each other, dancing together to the rhythm of their heartbeat. The kiss turned wild, they wanted to inspect each other's lips and mouth, tasting everything from the latter to satisfy their burning lust. Arthit moaned, slowly complaining from lack of oxygen. He moaned louder, signasiling his man that he needed a break to breath properly.

This time, the taller one broke off the kiss, placing soft kisses on Arthit's delicate neck, his hand searching for the older man's soft skin, his hand crawling under his Shirt then up to the latter's warm back. The gentleness Kongpob used in the touch, triggered something in Arthit. It aroused him. It left chill running down his spine, he trembled. Before they could make it serious, they decided to have a bath first to wash away the sorrow, fear, insecurity and guilt of yesterday. It was necessary to wash away the negative feelings from their mind. Kongpob went in the bathroom to prepare the bathtube, letting water stream in the tube then mixing it with the soap that had the lavender smell. The fragant mixing with the air, letting it smell in the water and in the whole bathroom, spreading in their bedroom.

Arthit remained in the bedroom, smiling when smelling the nice and also soothing fragant of lavender. He walked in the room, approaching the big photo frame hanging on the wall, the image turned away from curious visitors. His hands were itching in curiosity, he wanted to see Kongpob and Dalika's picture... To know if they looked good together just like Kong and him. To see if they looked like a lovely couple just like Kongpob and him. To know if they matched each other just like Kong and him. If he was accustomated to them having a history together then it wouldn't hurt later. He couldn't resist his curiosity so he took the photo frame down, turning it slowly, preparing himself to breaking his heart soon upon seeing the image. However, something different happened, something he didn't expect to see. The two persons in the black and white picture were a match for each other. They were smiling brightly, ready to kiss, their love for each other reflecting in their eyes, they were happy together. Arthit and Kongpob!

Arthit was flabbergasted, lost for words. No, he wasn't lost for word but words alone weren't enough to describe his feeling in that moment. He remembered that day, it was taken shorter before Kongpob's graduation as Bright forced them to take a picture as memory of his hazing day. It was overwhelming, his heart skipping a beat, threatening to jump out of his chest in joy, surprise and shock. To see Kongpob hanging their picture so big that not even the most oblivious person wouldn't miss it, really moved him. His lips were moving up and down, he was crying. Even tough he promised himself no to cry but look forward to the future, he was crying. He let his tears fall nonstop and faintly sobbed by himself. It was necessary to let everything out, his feelings, his sadness, his happiness. It was tears of joy, revealing how grateful he was to have the taller man back in his life. The picture showed that Kongpob never forgot him but missed him so much that he even put their picture on the wall to look at it every night although they were seperated. He broke up with him but Kong could never let go of their past and relation so easily. Arthit was crying, mad at himself that he even misunderstood him by thinking that the image must be Dalika and him. But he was wrong. It was their picture. He was always in Kongpob's heart, in a special place where he would never be forgotten.

Arthit clenched tightly on the photo frame as if he didn't want to let go of it again. He was overjoyed but he felt a slight pain in his heart, it was throbbing hard. The pain was due to his regret. He regretted the break up. He regretted stopping fighting for their love. He regretted of letting go of Kongpob and giving Dalika a chance to have him. „I'm sorry... I was stupid of letting you go", he mumbled through the sobbing.

„You found out...", a soft voice said behind him.

The older man didn't have to turn around to recognize the person. It was his Kongpob, the only person he would always recognize easily. Stil, Arthit turned to face him with the picture stil wrapped with his arms close to his chest. A little smile plastered on Kongpob's lips, his arms wrapped around his chest. He was smiling but there was a certain feeling of sadness in his eyes. Maybe he was remembering about the past, their break up and Arthit running away. Or maybe he was just overwhelmed as he saw Arthit crying while holding their picture close to his body as if it was an important item he would always feel impressed about.

„I didn't want you to see it so soon... Embarrassing, right? A grown up man not letting go of the past but holding on to you although you broke up with me...", his eyes were shining as if they were filled with tears. Perhaps the light in the room were reflecting in his eyes and let it shine so beautiful.

Arthit's chest hurted as Kongpob mentioned their break up. It was a decision he would always regret. A decision he wished he had taken care of differently. Because of him being too weak to confront the situation, he ran away and let their past behind. He left Thailand to survive and fight his bad health condition but he wished he would had told him the secret about his health. Surely, he wouldn't had to fight alone if Kongpob knew about it. Tomorrow, he would have to tell him the truth about his health. Not today because he didn't want to spoil the mood by telling him that the encounter with Lek and Dalika caused their break up. It was Lek who hit him that time so that he had to undergo surgery to survive, stil recovering from the treatment. It was Dalika who made sure that they were seperated. Those two evils destroyed their lives, their love, their tie and their trust. But slowly they could recover and have their relation back.

Kongpob walked over to him, caressing his warm thumb over his chubby cheek.

„Why didn't you tell me that it's my picture that you're hiding in this frame?", Arthit naged at him, blaming him for causing the misunderstanding.

„I was afraid... I thougth I would scare you if you see the image... I wanted to take it slow with you...", he explained with a smile, a smile that made him look more handsome. A smile that made Arthit's heart beat too fast. Kongpob took the picture away since it looked like the latter would never let go of it if he didn't take it back. He hold onto his hand, keeping it close to his heart to let him feel his heartbeat. „My heart is beating just for you and it would always do til the day I take my last breath. No one will ever change the love I feel for you, Arthit...", he confessed, wanted to let his feeling out to free himself out of the cage. He hugged him, both closing their eyes. „I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about it sooner...", he gazed at the ceiling, „I missed you, P'Arthit..."

A romantic atmosphere laid in the air, it was so quiet that their fast heartbeat could be heard. It was in harmony. Arthit leaned his chin against the younger one's shoulder, closing his eyes, tightening the embrace. It should be a romantic hug but it turned in something else, something more intimate. Kongpob felt the atmosphere too, breaking the embrace to place kisses on his man's neck, sucking on his delicate skin, leaving hickeys to mark his territory. He didn't even care if the hickeys were on a spot to be detected easily, apparantly he did it to make his claim.

Arthit let out a soft moan. The sound arousing Kongpob, forcing him to make lewd things with him and to tease him more. His lust didn't let him time to unbotton his Shirt one by one, he just ripped the Shirt apart to make it faster. He stared at the older one's bare chest, licking on his nipple, his hands firmly on Arthit's waist, pulling him closer to him. His wet tongue hardened the nipple, he sucked on it, bitting on it so softly to give him light pain that turned into pleasure. Arthit was moaning nonstop, gripping the taller one's hair.

The foreplay just began but Arthit couldn't hold back his desire anymore. He wanted Kong to take him, give him his everything that he didn't taste in the last 3 years. His body was craving for Kong's touch, his soul seeking for his attention and closeness. His hole that didn't feel his genitale in him for so long, was begging to have his hard member thrusted in him. He grabbed at Kongpob hand and took the way with him to the bathroom. He climbed in the tube that was already filled with water and the nice fragant of lavender. As he sat down, he waited for Kong to take place over him and continue giving him pleasure.

Kongpob didn't wait too long after Arthit's inviting him to please him. He sat in the big tube, leaning himself over him, spreading Arthit's legs apart to have a better view of his lower part. Arthit licked on his lips, biting on his underlip. Arthit didn't have to do much to raise Kong's libido, him biting on his underlip was more than enough to make him horny, raising Kong's lust, making his member hard. Kongpob encircled Arthit's member with his thin lips, taking it in his mouth and began sucking on it. Arthit shuddered, groaning nonstop.

„Ah... Ah... Kong... I... I..", Arthit was breathing fast, trying to catch oxygen in his lungs. He managed to peak though his moaning, „I... Let... Ah... come..."

The hard sucking triggered him to fell the climax too early, he couldn't hold it back anymore whereupon he pulled Kong back, spurting his semen in the water. Arthit was shy, somehow embarrassed that he came too soon because he didn't have any intercourse in those 3 years of seperation. Since he came to the climax too soon, it confirmed that Arthit didn't do it with anyone and waited for Kongpob to do it with him.

„You didn't do it with anyone in 3 years?", Kongpob already knew the answer bus til asked to tease him a little bit.

Arthit blushed, his chubby cheeks taking the light pinkish colour. He snapped out to hide his embarrassment, „Of course not...", he calmed down, mumbling, „I can't do it... with anyone else...", he said faintly so Kongpob wouldn't hear him, „Beside you...", it was a confession he was too embarrassed to said out loud.

The younger man felt emotional, it showed that Arthit would let only him do it with him. Kong's thumb wipped the saliva from his mouth while he smiled cheekly at him, now it was his turn to feel the pleasure.

The oler man opened his eyes, gazing at him curiously. He wanted to know whether he did it with Dalika or with other women but he was too shy to ask such obvious question. It would sound like he wished he didn't do it with anyone else beside him and waited for him like he did. However, he ready his fist to hit him if he admitted that he did it with someone else when he was absent.

„My P'Arthit is the only one who can make me happy and complete", again his cheesy line thrown at a shy Arthit. He grinned, „Only you can satisfy me in bed", he said but immediately kissed him on the lips to shut him up since the latter was about to protest.

Arthit prepared himself physically and mentally of the pain that would follow soon because he didn't do it in such a long time. But the pain wouldn't last for long, it would be swallowed with pleasure, desire and lust soon. He lifted up his hips, giving Kongpob more space to thrust one finger in his hole. Arthit trembled, letting out a faint moan taht was caused from pleasure but also slight pain.

In the next morning, the romantic atmosphere didn't change in the air. Since it was Saturday, Kong had the day free. Arthit made breakfast for them, both parents sitting opposite to each other in the kitchen, Sun sitting next to them on his high chair. The little boy was digging in his. Kongpob bite on his bread then offered Arthit to take a bit of his bread, the latter didn't hesitate to bite on his breakfast.

Sun was confused, staring at his father then at his mommy, he continued doing so for the last five minutes. He didn't knew since when they were in such good therm and so sweet to each other. It wasn't reasonable why his father was feeding his mommy and giving him with his food although Arthit had his own food on his plate. „Why mommy try daddy?"

His question came too sudden, Arthit chocked on his food, coughing and drinking his juice to swallow the food that was stuck in his throat. Kongpob seemed more amused, staring aroused at Arthit. Apropos, chocking... Just like at the night. It was a simple innocent question from Sun but the two grown up were thinking too dirty about that matter when remembering of the night. Kongpob gave his man an alluring look, blinking one eye to suggest that their son was right about mommy trying him. But it wasn't yesterday neither his food but something more delicious than that. Something that they did 3 hours in a row. He shrugged at his own thought, mumbling that he had to take his chance and give everything since it was a while that he did it with him. Arthit chocked on his drink the second time thanks to Kongpob's dirty mind. He slapped the younger man's hand to shut him up. Kongpob was giggling, meanwhile Arthit was helplessly fighting against his blushed face. Thanksfully he's too young to understand the meaning behind our conniption.

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And what about this chapter? I know it's not much but I hope you enjoyed it... And yes it was Arthit who shot Lek. I thought it was obvious that it wasn't Kong? And soon Kong will find out why Arthit had to leave, hate to say this but did you prepare for enough tissue? :D

If some misunderstanding and question occured then feel free to ask, will try to answer them :)