After a long day exploring the beautiful landscapes of Shillong, Kongpob and Arthit returned to their hotel suite, the weight of the day's adventures settling into their tired muscles. The suite was cozy, with large windows overlooking the hills, the twilight casting a soft glow through the glass. Kongpob stretched his arms over his head, yawning slightly as he moved toward the bed. "You can use the bathroom first," he said, glancing at Arthit. "I called dibs in the morning, so it's only fair."Arthit smirked, tossing his jacket onto a nearby chair. "How kind of you," he teased, making his way to the bathroom. "Don't take too long when it's your turn. I'll order food in the meantime."

"Anything vegetarian is fine," Kong called after him, already kicking off his shoes and rubbing the back of his neck.Arthit disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on shortly after.

 Kongpob sank onto the bed with a sigh, recalling the day's highlights—the cool mountain air, the vibrant market stalls, the winding paths they'd explored together. Shillong had been everything he'd hoped for and more, and sharing it with Arthit made it all the more special.

After a while, Arthit reemerged from the bathroom, a towel draped around his neck, his hair still damp. "Your turn," he said, walking over to the bedside table and grabbing the room service menu. "I'll order while you freshen up."

Kong nodded and stood up, heading to the bathroom. "Don't order anything too spicy," he joked, disappearing behind the door.

As Kongpob showered, Arthit flipped through the menu, deciding on a simple but hearty meal for the two of them. He chose a vegetable biryani, a paneer curry with soft naan bread, and a fresh salad to balance the richness of the meal. For dessert, he added some gulab jamun, knowing Kong's sweet tooth would appreciate it.

By the time Kongpob stepped out of the bathroom, the food had been ordered, and Arthit was lounging on the bed, flipping through a travel magazine. As Kongpob stepped out of the bathroom, Arthit's eyes instinctively drifted over to him, and for a moment, his breath caught. Kong was dressed in nothing but Arthit's shirt, the hem barely grazing his thighs, his damp hair falling messily over his forehead.

 A sense of warmth bloomed in Arthit's chest, the sight both intimate and endearing."You don't have to wear just that," Arthit said softly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I packed some of your clothes; you can find them in the suitcase."

Kong, unbothered, simply shrugged, the mischievous glint in his eyes making Arthit's heart skip a beat. "I'm comfortable in my husband's clothes." 

The way he said "husband" so casually, yet with an undeniable weight behind it, sent a rush of emotion through Arthit. Arthit's lips twitched into a pleased smile, his chest swelling with quiet joy. 

'Husband.'

 He didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing that. As Kong approached the bed and sat beside him, the shirt's hem rode up dangerously high on his thighs. Arthit couldn't help but give a quick squeeze to KOngpob's thigh which Kong replicated immediately. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Following you.." Kong replied " nervous together...confident together. "

Arthit chuckled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Kong's lips. 

It was a simple gesture, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Here's what I ordered," Arthit said, showing Kong the menu on his phone. "If there's anything else you want, we can add it now."

Kong glanced at the screen briefly before shaking his head.

 "This is perfect," he murmured, then leaned in, resting his head on Arthit's chest, his ear pressed against the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

 Arthit's arm instinctively curled around him, holding him close.For a moment, there was nothing but the comforting sound of their breaths and the quiet hum of the world outside. 

Kong closed his eyes, letting himself be lulled by the rhythmic beat beneath his ear, finding solace in the steady presence of his husband.

"I have something for you," Arthit said, breaking the silence, his voice soft yet laced with a hint of excitement.

Kong lifted his head slightly, curious, watching as Arthit reached into his pocket. When he pulled out a small box, Kong's eyes widened. Arthit flipped it open to reveal a gold ring, the delicate band engraved with their initials intricately woven together in a stylized design.

Kong's breath caught. His eyes flicked from the ring to Arthit, his heart swelling with an overwhelming rush of emotion.

"For you," Arthit murmured, his eyes searching Kong's face for a reaction. "I thought... you might like something to remind you of us, wherever we are."

Kong was silent for a moment, his fingers lightly brushing over the ring before looking up at Arthit with glistening eyes. "It's beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love it."

Arthit slipped the ring onto Kong's finger, the cool metal a sharp contrast to the warmth of their hands intertwined. As the ring settled in place, Kongpob gazed at it, his heart swelling with an unspoken vow.

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Arthit's lips, a silent thank you wrapped in the softness of their shared moment. "I feel lucky to have you," Kong whispered against Arthit's lips, the sincerity in his voice making Arthit's heart flutter.

"Not as lucky as I am to have you," Arthit replied softly, his hand gently caressing Kong's cheek, pulling him in for another kiss—this one slow, deep, and filled with all the emotions they couldn't put into words. 

"If I say I have something more for you, would that be an overkill?" Arthit asked, little hesitant. 

"Just a little bit" Kong grinned " What is it ?"

" See yourself" Climbing down the bed, Arthit fished the black rectangular velvet box he hid at the bottom of his suitcase and handed it to Kong.

 Arthit's heart raced as he watched Kongpob open the box, his eyes widening in realization as the delicate, intricately designed body chain was revealed. 

The thin, gold chains resembled the lines of a ribcage, gracefully running horizontally across each side. At the center, a slightly thicker chain connected the rest, like a secret framework to adorn Kongpob's chest. The piece was elegant and bold, like nothing either of them had seen before.

Kongpob blinked, his mind processing the gift before glancing up at Arthit. "This is... beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with awe and disbelief.

Arthit smiled, a soft blush creeping up his neck. "I had it made along with our engagement rings. This..." he touched the necklace with reverence, "this is for you, and only for you. When we were at Police Bazar, I knew everyone would ask what I got for you, so I bought the ring with our initials. But this," he paused, his gaze meeting Kongpob's, "is my real gift. Only for our eyes..."

Kongpob felt a deep flutter of emotion in his chest. It was more than just the gold—it was the thoughtfulness, the intimacy behind the gesture. 

He nodded slowly, his voice quiet, "Can I... wear it now?"

"May I put it on you?" Arthit's question was tender, almost like asking permission to touch something precious. 

Kongpob's silent nod was all he needed. 

With a gentle hand, Arthit unbuttoned top four buttons of Kongpob's shirt, leaving just enough open to expose his chest but not fully. His fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the delicate chains around the back of Kongpob's neck, then clasped the latch at the middle of his back. The body chain settled perfectly over Kongpob's bare skin, draping like golden lace across his chest. The cool touch of the metal caused Kongpob to shiver involuntarily. The thin chains brushed teasingly over his nipples with each subtle movement, sending small jolts of pleasure that made his pulse quicken. 

Arthit's fingers, ever so gentle, adjusted the chain to frame Kongpob's chest perfectly. His eyes lingered on how the gold contrasted against Kongpob's flushed skin, his heart swelling with pride and desire.

"Do you like it?" Arthit asked, his voice low, brimming with affection. 

Kongpob's lips parted, but no words came. He could only nod, too overwhelmed by the sensations.

 Arthit, noticing Kongpob's silence, leaned in closer, his breath warm against Kongpob's chest. His fingers found Kongpob's nipples beneath the chains, rolling the sensitive nubs between his fingers, eliciting a soft gasp from his husband. He tugged gently, then let them fall back to the mercy of the cool, teasing touch of the gold chain. Kongpob's breath hitched, every small movement- a tiny pleasurable torture. The body chain's delicate pressure over his nipples sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him, subtle but intoxicating. 

Arthit's hands traced the lines of the chain, his touch feather-light, barely there, but enough to make Kongpob shudder in anticipation.

"Stunning," Arthit whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He pressed a soft kiss just below Kongpob's collarbone, his lips barely brushing the skin. He kissed him again, lower this time, as his hands trailed down Kongpob's sides, making him tremble with each teasing touch. 

The chains, constantly grazing his skin, heightened every sensation. Just as Arthit's lips hovered over Kongpob's skin again, the doorbell rang, a stark reminder of the world outside their moment. Their food had arrived.

Arthit chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Kongpob's temple as he buttoned up the shirt, hiding the delicate gold beneath the fabric. "Here, wear these," he said, handing Kongpob a pair of pants. "Can you bring our order in, dear?"

Kongpob, still dazed from the intimacy, nodded. He slid into the pants, without boxers,  and straightened himself, though the lingering feel of the chains brushing against his skin made his movements slower, more deliberate. 

As Kongpob walked toward the door, Arthit's eyes followed him, admiring the way the shirt clung to his frame, the knowledge of the secret body chain underneath making his heart race.

When Kongpob returned with the food, Arthit caught him by the wrist, pulling him close. "Do you know how breathtaking you are?" he murmured, his voice heavy with desire. 

His fingers trailed down Kongpob's chest, following the invisible lines of the chain hidden beneath the fabric. His hands found their way back to Kongpob's chest, teasingly rolling one of his nipples again, this time through the shirt, causing Kongpob to bite his lip to stifle a moan. 

"Every part of you," Arthit whispered against his collarbone, "is beautiful."

Kongpob's breath hitched again, his body responding to Arthit's touch, the sensation of the chains, and the weight of their love all mingling into something heady, powerful, and deeply intimate. 

"Let's eat " Arthit offered.

"Okay..." Kong looked a bit disappointed, making Arthit smirk.

Arthit and Kongpob settled on the plush floor cushions around the low table in their hotel suite, the soft glow of warm lighting creating an intimate ambiance. The aroma of freshly delivered food filled the air, a comforting mix of spices and herbs that made Kongpob's stomach rumble. But no matter how hungry he was, he couldn't ignore the clasp rubing against his back and the tiny gold beads against his chest. 

 With every small movement—every shift, every breath—the body chain grazed against his sensitive nipples, sending tiny sparks of sensation through him. And then there was Arthit, sitting close enough to brush against him, his touches subtle but constant.

Arthit had ordered a simple, delicious vegetarian spread, knowing Kong's preferences. There was a steaming bowl of fragrant vegetable curry, rich with the flavor of cumin, coriander, and turmeric. Beside it, a plate of soft, fluffy naan bread glistened with a light brushing of butter, ready to be torn and dipped into the curry. A crisp salad of cucumbers, tomatoes, and onions, lightly seasoned with lemon juice and a sprinkle of chaat masala, provided a refreshing contrast to the richness of the curry. For dessert, there was a bowl of warm, golden gulab jamun—sweet, sticky dumplings soaked in rose-scented syrup.

Kongpob tried to focus on the food, but every time he reached for a piece of naan or moved to take a bite, he had to lean forward and the chainand beads rubbed against top of his nipples- beading it. It was impossible to ignore the teasing sensation. Kong was also highly embarrased about his beaded nipples poking through his shirt. Arthit was no help, either. Every so often, Arthit would reach over, under the guise of passing him the salad or refilling his water, and his fingers would brush ever so lightly against Kongpob's hardened nub beneath the shirt. Or simply his breath would fan him. 

It was as if Arthit had memorized the exact spot, knowing how to make Kongpob tremble without doing much at all. Kongpob bit into a piece of naan, dipping it into the curry, but his mind was elsewhere. 

Arthit took a slow bite of his curry, watching Kongpob with a playful smirk. "You're quiet tonight," he said, his voice low and teasing. 

"Everything okay?"Kongpob swallowed, trying to act unaffected, though his voice betrayed him. 

"Y-Yeah. Just... enjoying the food."

"Mmm," Arthit hummed in response, his fingers brushing lightly against Kongpob's waist, just above the waistband of his pants. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against Kongpob's ear. "You seem a little distracted."

Kongpob tensed, the sensation of the chain and Arthit's touch too much to ignore. 

His eyes flicked up to meet Arthit's, the heat in his gaze undeniable. "I wonder why that is," he whispered back, his voice low, almost challenging. 

Arthit chuckled, his thumb tracing circles on Kongpob's side, his fingers skimming just under the hem of his shirt. 

"I wonder too," he mused, his voice a soft purr. "The food not to your liking?"

Kong narrowed his eyes at Arthit.

"Not the food then..." Arthit pretend wondered, " You are flushing, I guess its too hot ! Do you want me to blast the AC?"

Ignoring his predicament, Kong reached under the table and palmed Arthit's crotch " Whatever I did to get such a caring husband?" 

"Indeed, " Arthit smirked " You have something here..." He wiped over KOngpob's shirt , at the Kongpob's shirt with wet thumb, making two wet spots appear right over his nipples- the coldness hardening his engorged nub further. In retaliation, Kong reached further to amke a grab at Arthit's crotch- Arthit leaned away.

"I have no problem in eating you, Kutti. But, I think you should have some sustenance before that."

Kongpob felt a shiver run down his spine at Arthit's words. He could feel his body responding, his skin heating under the combined pressure of the chains and Arthit's slow, deliberate touches. The food, as delicious as it was, was quickly forgotten. Still, he tried to focus on the meal, determined not to let Arthit win so easily. He reached for the salad, spearing a cucumber slice with his fork, but Arthit's fingers found their way back to his chest, this time pinching his nipple through the shirt. 

The sudden jolt of pleasure made him gasp softly, his hand freezing mid-air. 

Arthit grinned, leaning in closer. "You like that, don't you?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the heat in his words was undeniable. 

Kongpob's cheeks flushed, and he quickly took a bite of the cucumber, hoping the cool, crisp taste would distract him. But tArthit's relentless teasing made it impossible.  His breaths were coming faster now, shallow and uneven, his body responding to every little touch.

"Do you want me to stop?" Arthit asked, his voice filled with playful mischief. He withdrew his hand, leaving Kongpob aching for more.

Kongpob shook his head slightly, his voice soft. "No... don't stop." 

Arthit's smirk widened, and he resumed his light touches, this time letting his hand slide beneath the shirt, directly brushing against the chains that framed Kongpob's chest. The cool metal combined with the warmth of Arthit's fingers made Kongpob's heart race, his pulse quickening with each passing second. 

They continued their meal in this sensual rhythm, Arthit feeding Kongpob small bites of food, his fingers grazing Kongpob's skin whenever he could. With every bite Kong took, his body became more and more attuned to the sensations coursing through him—the soft, warm curry on his tongue, the cool gold brushing his chest, and Arthit's constant teasing touches. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their plates were empty. 

Kongpob was flushed and breathless, his body on edge, every inch of his skin tingling with sensation. Arthit, ever observant, noticed the shift in Kongpob's demeanor and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

"You've been so good tonight," Arthit whispered, his voice filled with affection. " I think you deserve a little reward now, don't you?"Kongpob's breath hitched at the promise in Arthit's words, his body responding instantly. He nodded, unable to find the words, his heart pounding in anticipation. Arthit smiled, his fingers tracing the edge of the chain beneath Kongpob's shirt. "Let's take care of you, my love." 

He lifted Kong in his arms and brought him to bed. 

Arthit's lips brushed against Kongpob's ear as he whispered, " Kanna, We won't be going all the way tonight. I don't want to hurt you."

Kongpob, his face already flushed from the kisses and touches, hesitated before he quietly responded, "But, I want to please you.."

"You think you can please me by hurting yourself?"

" my friend... they did it on his wedding night. There was no hurt..." Only two of them hurt much. Rest said there was pleasure after pain and their alphas were very happy to be inside them. 

Arthit raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Kongpob's shy confession. "And tell me, could your friend walk properly the next day?"

Kongpob's cheeks flamed with deeper embarrassment, his eyes darting away as he mumbled, "He did mention some... discomfort."

A soft chuckle escaped Arthit's lips. He lifted Kongpob's chin gently so their eyes met, the affectionate playfulness in his gaze easing the tension between them. "See ? he hurt. We're not rushing anything. When we do, I want it to be special for you—without any discomfort. If you want it to be tonight. I'll only go all the way if you agree to let me carry you everywhere afterward—even to the bathroom."

Kongpob's eyes widened in disbelief at the teasing suggestion, but the blush deepened, spreading down his neck. He shook his head quickly, the idea of Arthit having to carry him everywhere far too embarrassing to entertain.

Arthit smiled at Kong's reaction, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "This isn't a fantasy where everything happens perfectly, Kong. It's real life. You said you have never experimented with yourself. You'll need time to adjust. We'll go slow, and trust me, it'll feel better that way." His voice softened, becoming more tender with every word. "We'll start small, okay?....Okay?"

Kongpob nodded, biting his lip as he lay back, his body taut with anticipation.

Arthit smiled at Kongpob's nervous yet eager expression, his heart swelling with affection. He could feel the trust Kongpob had placed in him, and it made him want to take even more care in their first night together.

He stroked Kongpob's cheek softly before trailing his hand down to rest against his chest, fingers grazing over the delicate chains adorning him.

"We'll go slow," Arthit repeated, his voice gentle, filled with the promise of patience. His hand slid lower, brushing along Kongpob's torso with feather-light touches, teasing the sensitive skin as he continued to explore with reverence.

The way Kongpob's body reacted to his touch, how his breath quickened, and the slight tremors that ran through him only made Arthit more aware of the responsibility of their intimacy.

Kongpob was lying beneath him, eyes half-lidded, watching him with quiet anticipation. Arthit leaned down, pressing his lips just below Kongpob's belly button, his kisses becoming slow and deliberate again, like he was memorizing every inch of him. His tongue traced along the waistband of his pants before he gently tugged them down, the cool air hitting Kongpob's heated skin, making him shiver.

Kongpob let out a soft gasp when Arthit's fingers brushed over his member, his grip gentle yet possessive, making his heart race. He squirmed slightly under Arthit's hold, his breath catching in his throat as anticipation built. Arthit kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of Kongpob's thighs, leaving more small marks, each one deliberate, each one drawing another quiet moan from Kongpob's lips.

"Kanna, relax," Arthit whispered soothingly, he poured a small glob of lube over his fingers and smeared it over KOngpob's entrance- circling Kongpob's twitching entrance with his thumb.

His touch was slow and methodical, making sure Kongpob felt as little discomfort as possible. As he continued working, he stroked Kongpob's member with his other hand, distracting him with pleasure.

Kongpob's mind was clouded by the overwhelming sensations. The coolness of the breeze against his chest contrasted with the heat of Arthit's hands on his body, the mixture of textures creating a heady feeling that made him dizzy with pleasure.

"Does it feel good, Kong?" Arthit asked softly gently rubbing the perinum, while he slipped first digit of his middle finger in.

The first finger slipped inside easily, and Kongpob gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, a mixture of nervousness and pleasure washing over him. Arthit moved carefully, his touch reassuring, never rushing as he let Kong's body adjust to the intrusion. "How does that feel?" he asked softly, his thumb stroking Kongpob's hip in soothing circles.

Kongpob's breath hitched, but he gave a small nod, the sensation becoming more pleasurable as Arthit's finger curled slightly, brushing against his inner walls. Soon, another finger followed, and Kongpob felt the stretch, but it was gentle, his body accommodating the new pressure as Arthit prepared him with slow, deliberate movements.

"You're doing so well," Arthit murmured, pressing a kiss to Kongpob's neck, his lips trailing along his pulse as he worked his fingers deeper, ensuring every touch was one of care.

Kongpob's eyes fluttered closed, his breath coming in soft pants as the sensation built within him. Then, he felt a slight pressure at his entrance as Arthit removed his fingers, replacing them with something new. Kongpob opened his eyes to see Arthit holding a small, sleek anal plug. "This will help stimulate you," Arthit whispered, "while I take care of you."

The plug was cool to the touch as Arthit slowly pressed it inside, and Kongpob groaned softly, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing again. The gentle hum of the plug's vibrations began, sending a wave of pleasure directly to his prostate. Kongpob's body shuddered with the sensation, his arousal heightening as the vibrations worked in tandem with Arthit's hands, which were already moving lower.

Arthit's fingers teased the length of Kongpob's hardness, stroking him with expert precision while the plug continued its gentle stimulation. Each movement sent ripples of pleasure through Kongpob's body, the chains stimulating his nipples, the plug- his prostate while Arthit worked his length and Kong could barely hold back the soft moans escaping his lips. His body arched toward Arthit, seeking more, the sensations overwhelming him.

"You feel so good," Arthit murmured against his skin, his lips finding Kongpob's nipple, teasing it with light flicks of his tongue. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Kongpob's hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. The vibrations inside him, the expert touch of Arthit's hands, and the warmth of his mouth all combined to send him spiraling higher and higher.

Arthit's movements remained patient, never rushing, always ensuring that Kongpob's pleasure came first. His lips continued their journey, placing soft, worshipful kisses across Kongpob's chest and stomach. The vibrations inside Kong's body continued to pulse rhythmically, intensifying every sensation as Arthit's strokes grew firmer, guiding Kong toward release.

When Kongpob finally reached the edge, it was with a breathless gasp, his body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over him. Arthit held him close through it all, his hand never faltering, the vibrations of the plug drawing out Kongpob's release until he was left panting, his body flushed and spent.

Arthit leaned over him, gently removing the plug and soothing Kongpob with tender kisses. "You're amazing," he whispered, brushing the damp hair from Kongpob's forehead. Kongpob, still breathless, smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection for the man who had made him feel so loved, so cared for.

As they lay together in the quiet aftermath, Arthit wrapped his arms around Kongpob, pulling him close. "This is only the beginning," he whispered against Kongpob's skin, his lips pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "We'll take our time... every step, every moment, until you're ready."

Kongpob nestled closer to Arthit, his body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure, his heart full of love and trust. "I'm already ready," he whispered, a smile tugging at his lips.

But Arthit, with a teasing grin, only kissed him again, soft and lingering. "We'll see about that."

.........

They lay in each other's embrace, the warmth of their bodies a comforting cocoon under the soft glow of the room's ambient light. Kongpob's mind raced, remembering Maya's advice to not just receive but to give—to make Arthit feel loved, cared for, and appreciated in return. Gathering his courage, he slowly began to mimic Arthit's tender touches, his fingers tracing light patterns over Arthit's chest. His lips brushed against the crook of Arthit's neck where his head was resting, placing soft nibbles that sent a shiver through the older man.

Arthit chuckled softly, the sensation of Kongpob's lips teasing his skin stirring something within him. "What's the matter, baby? You up for more?" he asked in a low, affectionate tone.

Kongpob lifted his head slightly and nodded, his cheeks flushed but determined. "I want to bring pleasure to you too..."

Arthit smiled, his heart swelling with affection for the younger man's sincerity. "One step at a time, Kanna," he said softly, brushing his hand through Kong's hair.

But Kongpob was insistent, his hand slipping downwards, palming Arthit's growing bulge through the fabric of his boxers. "I want to bring you to release," he whispered, his voice a little shaky but resolute. "Teach me."

Arthit's eyes softened, clearly moved by Kongpob's eagerness to please him. With a small nod, he agreed, guiding Kong gently. "Alright. Use your hands first, no mouth," he instructed, his voice firm but kind.

But Kong was too eager "I'll do the work, and you just stay still." he announced, sliding under the covers, kneeling beside Arthit's hip. With careful, tentative hands, he reached for Arthit's member. The warmth and weight of it in his palm sent a wave of shock through him, and for a moment, his instinct was to pull back. But he fought through his shyness, determined to give Arthit the same pleasure he had just received.

Slowly, his hand wandered further, caressing the sensitive texture of Arthit's sacs. It was unfamiliar territory, but he followed his intuition, glancing up to see if he was doing it right. He had the same organ damnit! How hard could it be ! he could do it !

Arthit, sensing Kongpob's hesitancy, placed his hand over Kong's, gently guiding his fingers to wrap more firmly around his shaft. "Like this," Arthit murmured, moving Kongpob's hand in a slow, deliberate up-and-down motion. "I like firmer strokes," he added, his breath catching slightly as Kong began to mimic his rhythm.

Kong nodded, his focus sharpening now that the haze of shyness was beginning to fade. His memory kicked in, recalling things he had read about giving a good hand job. He alternated between firmer strokes and lighter caresses, finding a rhythm that matched the soft sounds of pleasure escaping Arthit's lips.

As Arthit neared his climax, his breathing quickened, and his hips began to move in sync with Kong's strokes. "Close..." Arthit warned, handing Kongpob some tissues just in time.

Kong caught Arthit's release in the tissues, his hands steady as he cleaned him up, wiping the shaft with delicate care.

When it was over, Kongpob moved back up, his eyes wide with nervous anticipation.

 "How was I?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost unsure.

Arthit looked at him with an affectionate smile, his hand gently cupping Kongpob's cheek. "You were awesome, my handsome omega" he whispered, pulling Kong into a soft kiss, their bodies warm and content as they settled back into each other's arms.

"You are just placating me.." Kong whined,

"Did you not see my toes curl, baby ? Arthit asked " That was intense"

"But you had so many things involved. I just gave you plain handjob... You didn't even let me try giving you oral..."

"Less is more, Kanna. You will soon realize. " Arthit explained " I had to make more than one focal points of pleasure on your body to distract you from slight pain or stretch you were to feel while I work my fingers in you. While I had only one focal point- making me focus on it compltetly, it made pleasure intense... simply one of the best orgasms."

"I was awesome..." Kong grinned, proud at himself.

"You are..." Arthit grinned too, pecking his lips.

As their bodies intertwined in the soft glow of the night, both Arthit and Kongpob felt a deep, unspoken assurance settle between them.

Nervous together. Confident Together. 

They will be fine.

It wasn't just the physical closeness or the whispered promises that filled the space—it was the quiet certainty that their love, built on mutual respect, trust, and tenderness, would carry them through whatever life might throw their way.

Each glance, each touch reaffirmed what they already knew in their hearts: they were meant to walk through this life together.

Arthit, with his gentle strength and thoughtful care, and Kongpob, with his unyielding devotion and unwavering support, had found in each other a love that went beyond passion, grounding them in a shared future.

As they lay together, the weight of that future felt light and full of hope—a future where they would lead a happy and fulfilling life, not because of grand gestures or fleeting moments of bliss, but because they had chosen to build a life rooted in understanding, patience, and a love that grew deeper with every passing day.

.....................................................THE END .........................................