As the storm raged outside and the electricity faltered, the room fell into an uneasy silence. The heater's soft hum ceased, leaving Kongpob shivering in the cold. Despite the blankets Arthit had wrapped him in, his habit of moving around and out of blankets could not warm it up and the chill was slowly seeping into his bones.

Arthit, almost drowsy, sensed the sharp decline in temperature. He opened his eyes and tried to peer into the dark room, he couldn't sense any movement from Kongpob so he lit the torch on his mobile and called his attention.

"Kongpob.." Arthit whispered softly.

Kongpob had curled in to himself like a foetus under the blanket, trying to keep himself warm. Sensing Kongpob's discomfort, Arthit gathered him close, pulled him against his chest with a reassuring embrace and called his attention again "Kongpob..." Arthit said after some time.

" Yenanga " Kong mumbled in reply.

Arthit's eyes flew open. ' Yenanga!' ( a word used for 'husband' inTamil culture. Also the word for 'what' in respectful manner. )

" You are calling me...what ?" Arthit's brain short circuited. " You just keep surprising me today, Kutti..." Arthit leaned over the pile of blankets under which Kong was hiding " call me once more ..." Arthit grinned, shameless " I didn't hear what you said..."

Kong peeked out of the blanket and stared at Arthit in the dim light from mobile. "No"

"Pweasee...pretty pweasee🥹" Arthit tried being cute, giving his best puppy dog eyes, which was frankly not anything nearing cute.

" You want me to call you that once more? Then kiss..." Kongpob said petulantly .

Arthit chuckled and gave Kongpob a quick, teasing peck on the lips and leaned away. Emboldened, Kong wrapped an arm around Arthit and pulled him close.

"You said you don't usually do these things" Arthit reminded, breathing quickened.

"I don't." Kong replied, staring into Arthit's eyes " But my husband told me its natural for me to desire him"

"Hmm.." Arthit smirked " Your husband seems to be a smart guy"

"He is " Kong nodded " But don't tell him, his head is already too big"

Arthit chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he leaned to catch Kongpob's lips. The kiss quickly deepened, turning sensual and passionate.

Realizing the intensity of the moment, Arthit gently pulled back, but he couldn't resist teasing Kongpob. "Put a ring on my finger, and this body is all yours, darling."

Kongpob's eyes sparkled with a mixture of desire and affection as he looked at Arthit. He took out the ring in his middle finger and slid it on the ring finger of Arthit, who laid beside Kong, stunned.

" All Mine now" Kong declared, pecking Arthit's cheeks quickly and then hiding his flaming face in Arthit's chest. " You can't deny now.."

" Deal is incomplete husband mine..." Arthit caressed Kongpob's hairs " Let me hear it."

" Yenanga " Kong whispered and Arthit's arms automatically tightened around him.

"Cold, Kutti?" Arthit asked. Kongpob nodded. "Let me warm you up.." Arthit whispered , sliding his leg Under Kongpob's blanket. Arthit placed his feet between Kongpob's frozen limb.

"Feeling better ?" Arthit asked .

KOng nodded, lifting his blanket to invite Arthit in. 

Arthit cleared his throat "I would love to, Kanna ; but let's postpone it for a few days na." Arthit whispered " Or we will be doing another kind of warm up."

Arthit hugged Kong over his blanket. " Let's just be like this for now..."

"I trust you," Kong whispered.

Arthit smiled "I am honored kutti but I don't know how much I can trust myself to not cross the line right now"

Arthit patted Kongpob's hair "I will hold you...Try to sleep na"

KOng pouted " Still cold."

Arthit paused, considering for a moment. "Fine. Give me a minute." He removed the top two layers of blankets, leaving one draped over Kongpob. After sliding in beside him and pulling Kongpob's blanket-covered body close, Arthit covered them both with the other two blankets.

" Better now? " Arthit asked, again sliding his feet under Kongpob's blanket to warm up his cold feet

" little..." Kong mumbled, his hand snaked out of his blanket and reached to Arthit's shirt, deftly unbuttoning the top 3 buttons.

" Kongpob, what are you doing .—"

" Shh..." Kong put his finger on Arthit's lips. " I've put my ring on you; this body is mine now. You can't ask questions..."

Kong put his cheek on Arthit's bare chest and sighed in content from the warmth emanating from Arthit — physically and emotionally.

Arthit's arms encircled Kongpob, making him rest his head on Arthit's chest, providing the warmth and security he desperately needed. "Sleep, baby," Arthit whispered softly, his voice a soothing murmur in the dark. "Your husband will be your personal heater tonight."

With Kongpob nestled securely in Arthit's arms, the warmth from Arthit's body gradually began to counteract the chill. Kongpob sneaked his hands under Arthit's shirt and splayed his palms over Arthit's abdomen to warm them up. In reply, Arthit unbuttoned rest of the buttons of his shirt , making Kong trying to use him as his personal warm pillow. 

Kong was pretty comfortable, warm and content, Arthit had put a leg over Kongpob's to sieze him from moving out of the blanket in his sleep.

Kongpob's shivering subsided completely, making his brain clear- thousand thoughts swirled in his mind. Arthit was giving him right over him, as if they are already married.

" Arthit..." Kongpob whispered fearfully. " I have one more secret."

" Okay..." Arthit probed.

" I write..." Kong whispered. " Gay romance " Kong closed his eyes and blurted " Sometimes ...if story demands..they are ...explicit . I can stop if you want. I will delete my account. Its not much important, writing was a way for me to create the happy, peaceful world I wanted to live in. The romance I wanted to have for myself."

"Let's decide future of your writing after what I have to say... Kongpob...I have a secret I wanted to share with you too..." Arthit whispered back in same conspiring tone.

Kong looked in question " I have recently started reading fiction- gay romances to be exact. Arhan introduced me to a book from this author called 'Yayavar'. I was hesitant at first because I'm not a fan of fiction. But from the first page ....I was gripped. Sadly, he published only one book. So it's all for the better chellam... You write all you want. The more..the better. I will read your books and if you want ... I will help you write."

" How? " Kong asked " You write too ? "

Arthit shook his head " Sadly no.. but I will help you feel all the love so you can write it better." Arthit smiled " And I can also sacrifice my body for erotic experiments, to help you write explicit scenes. "

" Don't tease me..." Kong whined while Arthit hugged him more tightly to stop him moving too much and exposing their warm cocoon to cold air.

After some time Kong dared to speak " I have one more secret "

" Aren't you becoming man of secrets ? " Arthit teased.

" I am Yayavar."

" What? Really? Kanna.."Arthit gasped "I have no words. Such a beautiful coincidence!! My fave author's gonna be my husband!"

"Stop! I am not that good a writer" Kong groaned , emabarrased at Arthit's enthusiasm and praise.

"You have talent! Don't say otherwise.. I am curious as to why didn't you write more? "

" It sold only thirty copies. " Kongpob informed ; sad " so I didn't publish paperback. I write and publish on an app called Quill.  "

" How many books do you have there? "

" nine completed and four ongoing. " Kong informed.

" same pen name? " Arthit asked.

" I am not telling you. "

" Why? "

" Because I know you will read them."

" Isn't it a good thing?" Arthit asked confused.

" I never thought anyone I know in real life would ever read my books. Its already emabrrassing enough and then you will read those explicit scenes too ...and you will laugh at me."

" Why? "

" Because you know I wrote them from just my imagination and Google research— they are pathetic."

"They are not pathetic. They say my Kutti's imagination is strong." Arthit smirked " And I am going to read those books...whether you tell me your username or not."

" How? "

" If my brother has your book. He knows your username too. I will get it out of him. There is this one author he is crazy about. Attended his online fan meet in his duty hours... I am now strongly suspicious that its you..."

" Oh my god! " Kongpob started laughing " that was your brother? He told us, his boss is a tyrant. Keeps slaving him without overtime or appraisals! "

" That little Shit! I will show him what a tyrant is !" Arthit scoffed "In few months he is going to lead the organization— what appraisal and increments he need? "

" Arthit! " Kongpob moaned as if pain " kill me " Kongpob curled into Arthit's body " My brother in law knows I write such scenes. How will I ever face him?"

"Easy Kutti, your shameless brother in law is also addicted to reading those scenes , despite being straight as a stick. There's no doubt he will tease you. Just tell him he just lost his brother in law early access to chapters privilege and you will be set."

Kong nodded. " Still ...it will be embarrassing."

" My husband writes beautiful romances that happens to have intimate moments if the story needs it— I don't see anything embarrassing in it. Those who see— I will be happy to lock their ding dong's in chastity belts and help them get rid of their embarrassment."

"You are crazy" Kong laughed " I always imagined , I would have a traditional husband — who will share my viewpoints about life and will speak fluent tamil . He will be interested in Indian culture and spirituality. Never thought I would end up with a bad boy like you."

"Its only better.  Did you not hear that famous saying? "

" which? "

" Good boys go to heaven but bad boys take you there..."

Kong laughed " Don't worry ennavar, I won't trade you for 100 good boys."

Ennavar! Since Arthit had read it means my man this archaic Term has become dear to him. Listening to it from Kong only heightened his joy.

" Thank you, my Love " he kissed the crown of Kongpob's head. Hearing the word from Kongpob's mouth assures him of Kongpob's affection. " I can be all the good boy you want. Should I order you to write those romances for my eyes only? Good boy enough ?"

" Baddest boy on the earth!" KOng scoffed .

"At your Service, Kutti" Arthit mock bowed, laying. "By the way...I too have a secret." Arthit said " I dance. No one knows in my family that I still do. I like to keep it as my little secret. When I am overwhelmed, I dance. I guess, dance is to me what writing is to you. I hope to dance some day with my husband on 'sway' by Dean martin. "

" I have heard that song. It does have a unique appeal .." Kong sighed " Sadly your husband has two left feet when it comes to dancing."

Arthit wasn't discouraged "Its okay , I will lend you both my right feet" He said chuckling.

"Jest apart, " Kong stared in to Arthit's eyes " I can take dance lessons if it is important to you. I want to fulfill your dream."

"I will teach you"Arthit said " I don't want to think of another instructor getting handsy with you."

"Basically..you are saying you want to get handsy with me..."

"Handsy, footsy, lipsy, toungesy..everything darling" Arthit said smirking, making Kong narrow his eyes "Shameless!"

"Yours too..."Arthit added. "Your shameless husband"

Kong smiled, resting his head on Arthit's chest "All mine.."

"Try to sleep , Kutti" Arthit said, patting Kong's head softly.

"I am trying to sleep...but sleep is evading me. Besides, when will we get such moments before marriage now? I want to live it, not sleep through it. "

"And how will I explain your sleepless red eyes to your Anna? " 

"Let's worry about it tomorrow...let's talk now"

"Okay..what do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing specific...You know what's running into my mind?"

Arthit shook his head .

"I just had a weird thought. "Kong giggled,  snuggling more in to Arthit " I am sleeping with my husband before marriage. Never thought I would do that. Even the thought would make my guts churn... but here I am...wrapped in a separate blanket not because I want it but because you insisted on it."

Arthit chuckled "Isn't it more weird that you have a husband before marriage, Kutti ? "

Kong nodded, basking in the warmth Arthit's body provided. "Very story worthy...suits an author."

"Indeed "Arthit agreed. " But ...I just dislike your pen name and IDs. It sounds so melancholy. Yayvar– means wanderer. But you have a home with me Kutti. I wonder would I be able to make you feel loved enough that you will know you are not alone? "

"I know...in my mind I know that you care for me. I can see myself with you. falling in love that will only grow with each day, making a beautiful life that I have only dreamt about. A part of my heart believes in it. So much that I think its only possible in dream. I am afraid ...no..I am petrified "Kong cleared his throat to dislodge the painful lump stuck in his throat "You are so nice to me despite how I treated you. It makes me absolutely petrified...what if all this is turns out to be a figment of my imagination? You don't know how many times in this last month I hoped you would barge in and demand an explanation. In my dreams you used to come and drag me out of my hide and called me out on my cowardice. You used to make me confess out loud and you used to hug me and then I used to wake up in my cold bed- alone and pitiful. What if  I wake up tomorrow and you are gone or you say 'April fool?'."

"I can pinch you to make you belive its very real amore" Arthit offered "...or better..should I kiss you once more to let you know it is not a dream but reality?"

"Stressful situations like the one we faced today tends to make us take hasty decisions. What if you wake up to the reality tomorrow? What if you get angry and reject this match?"

"Baby...let's face it....I was indeed pissed at one point. But it was more out of frustration of not knowing the reason of your rejection. While you did have all the right to reject me, we had a good time, we were bonding. I will be honest, the thought of rejecting this match didn't once cross my mind neither did I ever imagine you will reject this match. It was a shocker for sure. Because, from day 1 , the moment you handled the mess in 'La Bella Italia' so gracefully. I knew I had met my husband. My brother already calls you bro-in-law. " Seeing Kong unconvinced, still curled in is chest, not even daring to look at him, Arthit questioned "If I had any such thought , would I be here? Would I have made as much effort as I did ?"

it made Kong look up at him "I won't be able to take your rejection alpha. Iwon't be hasty to call what I am feeling, love because I know love is much more deep and profound. But what I definitely feel is I have never felt like this about anyone else..."

Arthit cupped Kong's face with his hand "I have no such intentions, my love. I don't know what did I do to make you have these thoughts. But, know that you are my omega...the moment you called me husband and asked to kiss me... You became mine. Nothing other than death shall prevent me from marrying you.."

"I...nothing good stays in my life for long... I somehow fuck it up" tears pricked Kong's eyes " What if I do something that will push you away?"

" Don't worry about that because I am not good..I am a bad boy, remember ?" Arthit cajoled. "I am here to stay and I am already yours. I am yours, Kutti, If you push me away and I go, then you pull me with twice the force..simple solution" Arthit shrugged his shoulder, smiling so sincerely that it made Kong smile too.

"Yes.. You are wearing my ring, you are mine now" KOng held Arthit tight "Remember that...Don't you ever forget that.."

"Or?"

"Or" Kong stared at Arthit with teary yet steely gaze " I will find you and tie you to my bed!"

"Aww...my fierce Kutti...I hope you do bad bad things to me.."Arthit teased.

Kong sniffled, wiping his eyes with back of his hand "Very bad  things"

 Arthit could understand Kong's worries; especially after betrayal from the man who treated him good and then abandoned him.

"Why don't you give me a trailer so I won't dare to go away from you ?" Arthit teased, hugging Kong as tightly as he had. "Kanna...why don't you put your mark on me?" Arthit suggested " remind me , I am yours. "

"Show me how..."

"Same as kiss...just suck on the spot" Arthit instructed.

"No.."KOng hesitated "I once read a news of a man dying due to love bite on a critical nerve..."

"Avoid them then..."Arthit suggested.

" I don't know how..."

" I will teach you..." Arthit assured. KOng still hesitated . "You trust me?" Arthit asked. KOng nodded, "Then trust me to guide you " Arthit asked. 

Arthit sat with his back to the headboard and wrapped his fingers around Kongpob's wrist, guiding him to sit on his knees between Arthit's legs, the blanket still draped loosely over Kkongpob's shoulder. 

Kong reached his hand to fling the blanket aside but Arthit halted him mid-action "Keep it. It's cold."

Seeing Kongpob's expression faltering, Arthit pulled Kong close by grabbing his shirt "Give that little brain some rest na, my love. Come here ... tell me where will you mark me?"

Kongpob leaned over Arthit's neck, his breath warm against Arthit's neck, the soft exhalations sending shivers down his spine. "Too risque" Kong murmured , aborting his plan.

Arthit could feel the tension in Kongpob's body, a mix of desire and uncertainty. He gently cupped the back of Kongpob's head, guiding him lower.

"Here," Arthit murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he placed Kongpob's lips against his chest. "Right here."

Kongpob hesitated for a moment, feeling the steady rhythm of Arthit's heartbeat beneath his lips. It was a sacred rhythm, one that spoke of trust and vulnerability. Kongpob pressed a soft kiss to the spot, the warmth of his lips soothing against Arthit's skin.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted to leave a mark, a symbol of this moment that would linger long after the night was over. With a mix of trepidation and desire, Kongpob began to suck gently at the skin, feeling it warm and rise beneath his touch.

 Arthit's fingers tangled in his hair, not pushing or pulling, but simply holding on, as if anchoring himself to this moment.

The love bite blossomed slowly, a faint bruise that carried the weight of their emotions. Kongpob pulled back slightly to admire his work, his eyes tracing the small mark with a sense of satisfaction. It was more than just a physical imprint; it was a piece of him left on Arthit's body, a silent declaration that he had been here, that they had shared this.

"Perfect," Arthit whispered, his voice laced with approval. The sound sent a thrill through Kongpob, a sense of accomplishment that made his heart race.

Encouraged, Kongpob let his lips wander lower, tracing the curve of Arthit's ribcage, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his touch. He found another spot just above Arthit's hip, where the skin was softer, more pliant. This time, he took his time, teasing the skin with light kisses before sinking into the flesh with more intent.Arthit gasped softly, the sound escaping before he could suppress it. His hands tightened on Kongpob's shoulders, his body arching slightly towards the sensation. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure; it was the intimacy, the way Kongpob's touch made him feel seen, cherished.

The way his shy, timid Kutti trusted him enough to blossom in to confident, curious , adventurous man that he really is.

When Kongpob finally pulled away, there was another mark, this one darker, more pronounced. He sat back on his heels, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he admired his handiwork. The sight of Arthit, flushed and marked by his own hand, was both exhilarating and humbling.

Arthit's eyes fluttered open, meeting Kongpob's gaze. There was a hint of mischief in them, a playful glint that made Kongpob's stomach flip. "You're quite good at that," Arthit teased, his voice rough with affection. "You've got a whole canvas here to work with, baby.."

Kongpob's blush deepened, and he ducked his head slightly, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "I like it," he admitted quietly, his fingers tracing the edge of the mark on Arthit's chest. "But... what if someone else sees?"

Arthit chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to cup Kongpob's cheek. "Then let them see," he said, his thumb brushing over Kongpob's lips. "I don't mind them knowing who I belong to."Kongpob's heart swelled at the words, the depth of Arthit's trust and love wrapping around him like a warm blanket. He wanted to return that feeling, to show Arthit that he was just as cherished.

"Then... can you..." Kongpob hesitated, his voice growing softer. "Can you mark me too? Somewhere... only I and you will know."

Arthit's eyes softened, a tender smile curving his lips. He could see the vulnerability in Kongpob's request, the desire to be claimed in a way that was private, just between them. "Are you sure?" Arthit asked gently, wanting to make sure Kongpob was comfortable.Kongpob nodded, his resolve firm despite the nervous flutter in his chest. "Yes. I want to feel you with me, even when we're apart."

Arthit's heart ached at the sincerity in Kongpob's voice, a mix of vulnerability and trust that made the moment feel sacred. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kongpob's forehead, his lips lingering as if trying to convey all the unspoken emotions between them. Slowly, he guided Kongpob to lie back on the bed, their movements unhurried. 

Kongpob, still clothed in Arthit's shirt and boxers, and pants that were two sizes too big, felt a mixture of comfort and nervousness. The oversized fabric enveloped him, a protective layer that also made him acutely aware of the growing tension in the room. Arthit's hands traced soothing patterns over the fabric, exploring the contours of Kongpob's body with a tenderness that sent shivers down his spine.

Arthit's lips found Kongpob's neck, placing gentle kisses that gradually traveled downward. Each kiss was laced with a question, a silent ask for permission to go further, and Kongpob answered with the way his breath hitched, with the way his body subtly arched into Arthit's touch. Arthit's hands moved with purpose, sliding over Kongpob's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the shirt.

When Arthit's fingers found the first button of Kongpob's shirt, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet Kongpob's. He could see the uncertainty there, the way Kongpob's chest rose and fell with nervous anticipation. But there was something else too—trust, a trust so deep that it made Arthit's breath catch.

With deliberate slowness, Arthit unbuttoned the first button, his fingers brushing against the warm skin beneath. Kongpob's eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as he let out a shaky breath. The sensation of the fabric parting, exposing his skin to the cool air and to Arthit's gaze, sent a rush of vulnerability through him. He felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally, as if this simple act had peeled away layers of himself he hadn't even realized he was hiding.

Noticing the way Kongpob's eyes closed, Arthit paused, his fingers hovering over the next button. "Kong... we can stop," Arthit whispered, concern lacing his voice. He didn't want to push, didn't want to take Kongpob further than he was ready to go.But Kongpob shook his head, eyes still closed, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. "I'm okay," he murmured, his voice steady despite the fluttering in his chest. "I want this... I want you."

Reassured, Arthit continued, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt with careful precision. As each button came undone, Kongpob felt the tension in his body ease, the nervous energy transforming into something deeper, something more profound. When the shirt was finally undone, Arthit pushed it aside, revealing the expanse of Kongpob's chest. 

As the flaps of shirt parted, Kongpob's hands instinctively shot up to cover the surgery marks under his pecs. Arthit didn't call out Kong on it, he took his time, his gaze lingering on the bare skin before him. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss over Kongpob's collarbone, then another over his sternum, each one a silent praise, a wordless reassurance. 

When he reached Kongpob's chest, he paused again, placing small butterfly kisses over back of Kongpob's hand and wrist , gently coaxing him to pull his hand back. When Kongpob's trembling hands finally slid to the side of his body, Arthit assured Kong by entwining their fingers, his lips hovering over one of Kongpob's nipples. He knew how insecure Kongpob was about this part of his body, and he wanted to show him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, that every part of him was cherished.

Kongpob's breath hitched as Arthit's lips finally touched his chest, a warm, gentle pressure that made his heart race. Arthit's kisses were slow, deliberate, and when his tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive skin, Kongpob couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped him. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of heat coursing through his body, but it was more than just physical. It was the feeling of being seen, of being loved in a way that made him feel whole, even in his most insecure moments.

Arthit continued to lavish attention on Kongpob's chest, his hands moving to slide the shirt off Kongpob's shoulders completely. The fabric fell away, leaving Kongpob in just the oversized boxers and pants. Arthit's touch was steady, grounding, as he helped Kongpob out of the pants, the movement slow and tender, allowing Kongpob to adjust to each new level of exposure.When Kongpob was finally left in just the boxers, Arthit's gaze softened. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of Kongpob's thigh, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin in a way that made Kongpob shiver. "This might tickle," Arthit warned with a smile, his voice warm and reassuring.As Arthit's lips began to work their magic, leaving a love bite high on Kongpob's inner thigh, Kongpob's breath hitched again. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that left him feeling dizzy. Arthit's tongue flicked over the tender spot, soothing the sting, and Kongpob felt a rush of warmth spread through him.

Arthit's hands slid up Kongpob's sides, feeling the way his body tensed and relaxed in response. He placed another kiss beside the first, his lips lingering a moment longer, savoring the closeness. Kongpob's breath grew heavier, his fingers twisting in the sheets as the sensation built inside him, his body reacting in ways that were new and overwhelming. He was acutely aware of being aroused like never before, his body felt warm everywhere as if the blood was doing overtime- flowing everywhere.

When Arthit's hand wrapped around Kongpob's member through the fabric of the boxers, Kongpob gasped, his eyes flying open in surprise. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of sensation through him that made his entire body tense. He was hard, embarrassingly so, and he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

"Arthit..." Kongpob's hands covered Arthit's , right over his obvious bulge, his voice was shaky, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Arthit paused, his hand stilling as he looked up at Kongpob, his gaze soft and understanding. "It's natural, Kong," he reassured, his voice steady. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."Kongpob nodded, though his heart was still racing, his body hyper-aware of every touch, every sensation. Arthit's hand began to move again, this time slipping beneath the waistband of Kongpob's boxers, the skin-on-skin contact sending a shockwave of pleasure through him. It was too much and not enough all at once, the intensity of it making his head spin.

As Arthit's hand stroked him, Kongpob's body arched into the touch, his breath coming in short, gasping bursts. The pleasure built quickly, overwhelming in its intensity, and before he knew it, he was teetering on the edge of release. Arthit's movements were steady, guiding him through it, until finally, the tension snapped, and Kongpob let out a strangled moan, his body shuddering as the release washed over him like a wave. Arthit caught his release in to the boxer .

Arthit stayed with him through it, his touch gentle, grounding Kongpob in the aftershocks. When it was over, Kongpob collapsed back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling with the effort to catch his breath. His entire body felt light, as if a great weight had been lifted from him, leaving only a sense of deep contentment in its wake.

After discarding the soiled boxer, Arthit leaned over him, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead before pulling the blankets up around them, wrapping them both in warmth and comfort. "Feel better?" Arthit asked softly, his fingers brushing through Kongpob's hair.

Kongpob nodded, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips as he nestled closer to Arthit. "Much better," he murmured, his voice laced with contentment. He felt safe, cherished in a way he had never felt before, and the exhaustion that followed the intense emotions left him feeling pleasantly drowsy. "You cheated me into sleep," he teased, his voice playful despite the weariness seeping into his bones.Arthit chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Kongpob and pulling him close. "We'll have plenty of occasions after marriage to keep each other awake through the night," he whispered, his breath warm against Kongpob's ear, his hand tucking the blanket tight around them.

Kongpob's eyes fluttered shut, a sense of peace washing over him as he drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that he was loved and cherished. And as Arthit held him, he knew that they had found something truly special, something worth holding onto with all his heart.

The rhythmic rise and fall of Arthit's chest, combined with the steady warmth, lulled Kongpob into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Arthit, however, remained awake, attuned to the subtle movements of Kongpob as he wiggled and shifted in his sleep. Each small motion, a testament to Kongpob's deep relaxation, was a reminder of the trust and intimacy they were sharing. As Kongpob slept soundly, Arthit's mind wandered, contemplating their future together. The storm outside seemed a distant concern, eclipsed by the warmth and closeness of their embrace.

In the quiet of the night, Arthit remained vigilant, his arms a constant source of warmth and protection. He cherished the moment, finding solace in the gentle rise and fall of Kongpob's breathing, and the knowledge that he was providing comfort to the person he was growing to love deeply.

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A/N : I was in dilemma as to this scene was more apt for this night or their wedding night? And I finally settled on this scene. Since, seeing Arthit's verbal nature, Kong will be pretty confident in Arthit's love and admiration for him through whatever courtship period they are granted.

What do you think?

Only one or two chapters are remaining- their wedding. It should be one chapter only but if it gets too long, I will split it in to two. It will take eight-nine days , since there are many rituals to include and I want them as authentic as possible. 

Also, is anyone interested in updates of Tug of war? I made short draft for each of its subsequent chapters and I have the ending figured out. I will soon start publishing its chapters. 

p.s : Meet you all in next chapter.