Falling in love is a beautiful thing. But falling in love with a Daddy is the most astonishingly crazy thing to do. Dive into its ocean and then boom there's no sign of land to be found. Explore thousands of floods of ecstasy which come with the pleasure of waves.

If you work for him, then it means he partially owns you. And if you flirt with his business partner in front of him, then it means you have fucked up, and you'll be fucked up to no end in the later hours. Which to some extent is excessively gratifying.

Kongpob was sure someone had drugged him unconsciously, cause his ass was twitching, desperately, to tease his Daddy. He liked being a very bad boy after all. Not obeying the commands was his favorite thing, liking the pale face clenching his jaws, helping Kongpob to stretch his sassy-ness more and more until it would bombard the depths of Kongpob.

He loved to flaunt his silky smooth shoulder, so wearing a loose shirt, leaving the first four buttons open, and letting its collar fall, exposing his devourable skin was enough of sin itself. Knowing he will have to wear turtle neck t-shirts for days to follow.

But. But. But. Kongpob pouted, this wasn't enough, when your holy-fucking-gorgeous Daddy is just around the corner, busy in his discussions, ignoring the poor innocent baby. The hair gelled and set sideways revealing the broad forehead, was making Kongpob hump on something. The sleeves of his black shirt rolled till the elbows, letting the blue veins highlight his skin, making him rub his thighs together. While the most dangerously addictive part was still hidden, the anticipation was unbearable for Kongpob.

Working as a part-time bartender, Kongpob had hit the bull's eyes. Having the bar's owner wrapped inside you was a journey to a place he never knew. A place only his owner could take him to since he would be too distracted to trace the path.

Kongpob eye fucked his interest. Yearning for the doughy fingers to pull his hair harshly while he is being choked, and imprisoned in a fatal handclasp. Yearning for the fingers to travel and touch every part of his body which is already christened by them. He wanted to moan till he could not anymore. Wanted something to flow down his hoarsely dry throat.

Kongpob never expected himself to be destitute, that is until he found his Daddy Arthit. So bloody entrancing. The hazel eyes would make him curtsy anywhere and everywhere. And Kongpob would have been a bonehead to say no to this inviting man.

He peeked a glance at his thirty-eight-year-old man, aware that Arthit is noting all of his cunning activities. And is sure the man is outlining Kong's penalty as well. It didn't frighten him, however, thinking about it just turned on Kongpob even more. For him to disobey to a greater extent.

He picked his glass, twirling around, the movements befalling in sync with the roll of his hip. Strolling over the corner. His eyes fixed on Arthit's face. Kongpob settled himself between Arthit and his business partner Mike. Intentionally leaning a bit over the stranger.

Arthit could see the bratty glint twinkling in Kong's eyes. He was sure Kongpob was up to something devious, which will aggravate him.

"Hello, there..." Kong whispered, his face too close to Mike's. The man had a perfect face. But what's the use, when it's nothing compared to his Daddy's.

Mike smirked, raising one of his brows. Nudging their noses. He put his arm around Kong's shoulder, clenching the soft skin. "I was about to approach you, Sexy... Guess I scored a free point."

Kongpob had never expected this, not for once had he seen Mike staring at him, cause his whole focus was on Arthit only. He heard Arthit gritting his teeth. The action means he is doomed. His plans are being backfired. He has to act appropriately before the situation gets out of his hands.

Kongpob gaped, managing a small smile. Mike cupped his cheek, smudging his bottom lip. Kongpob wanted to push away when he heard a low grunt from Arthit. But tonight he was a bad boy. He decided to play along. Besides, it's fun to play with a possessive tiger. Which is always, since Kongpob can't get enough.

"Uh... Huh..." Kongpob leaned more to the touch, nipping the corner of his lips.

"You are irresistible..." Mike moved ahead. Kongpob was quick to place his finger on Mike's lips. Which was a much-needed reflex, or else Mike would have never been able to see his perfect face.

Kongpob swirled the drink, before emptying it down his jittery throat. He stood up, holding his hand out for Mike. "Let's dance first... Then we can..."

Arthit moved on his sit, and Kongpob pulled Mike up in a second and scurried away in the crowd, but made sure to stay in Arthit's sight. His heart beating erratically fast. The tiger had made a move.

Kongpob sighed, rubbing his chest, peeking at a smirking Arthit from the corner of his eyes. He gasped when he was suddenly pulled by Mike. Kong smiled shyly, biting his lips, his gaze lowered.

Arthit dug his fingers on his thigh, that blush was reserved only for him. He pressed his teeth together, the nerves throbbing on his temple. The bomb ticking each second.

Being addicted to the boy wasn't difficult, only his smile was enough to make one go crazy. When Arthit had made the first move back then, Kongpob had smiled slyly, asking if Arthit was a pedophile.

Arthit had pushed Kongpob against the wooden wall, pressing Kong's cheek on it. Moving forward, licking Kong's neck. Pressing their figures together into the wall.

"I don't mind being called a pedophile..." Arthit had shaken his head, swirling his tongue on Kong's earlobe. "If you are my baby doll."

Arthit watched keenly, the pulse of his control dropping down at a fast velocity. Observing Kongpob staring at Mike's lusty eyes, letting Mike touch him. Arthit gnawed his thumbnail, wondering about the things he wanted to perform on Kongpob, taking him to the very edge but not allowing him to feel the happy waves, for him to know who he belonged to. How unrighteous it is to let someone else touch what is Arthit's.

And as far as concerned with Kongpob, from beginning to the end, he is just Arthit's.

Mike pushed and pulled Kongpob back, this time his back smacked against Mike's chest. Mike leaned down, sniffling Kong's shoulder from one end to another. Absorbing the intoxicating scent, wishing to smell it forever.

"You smell good..." Mike purred. He buried his nose in Kong's hair.

Kongpob felt the deep burning glare on himself. Poking his skin with its consummate power. Excitement rose in him triple-fold. He wanted Arthit to take him so well. Fuck him so bad. Mark him so possessively, that every part of Kongpob must scream its owner.

Arthit flung from his seat, striding to the two figures. Flaying Kongpob away from Mike, before he could kiss Kong's skin, Arthit's skin.

Kongpob grinned wickedly at a dumbfounded Mike, who must be feeling like a fool. While Kongpob is being dragged away by Arthit. Arthit opened the door of his car and pushed Kong into the passenger's seat. He giggled as Arthit slammed the door, walking around the driver's seat.

Angry Daddy is the cutest.

"Won't you fasten my seatbelt?" Arthit always did it for Kongpob. "I'm not doing it myself..."

He pouted, blinking his eyes. Arthit did, however, continue to maintain his angry state. Not to melt for this sweet dessert, which is capable to fix every mood. Then he glared at Kongpob, such a serious glare, that the younger could come undone.

Kongpob kissed Arthit's cheek, urgently. Slumping on his seat. Turning his head to keep his dreamy eyes on Arthit. He could stare at him and would never get tired. This man means the world to him. His adorable world.

Kongpob's parents were somewhat still unconvinced. Their son was dating a man almost double his age. They are worried about Kongpob.

When they came to know, they had locked him in their house, not allowing him to meet Arthit at all. Kongpob had cried and cried and fake cried too. Would not eat or drink, throwing all the tantrums he could think of. But they didn't know Kongpob was being stuffed just well.

He cried, for them to bring Arthit back to him. He rushed back leaving everything in his hands, to get to look at the face he missed so much. To hold the boy tightly enough to never let go. That day Arthit had decided to claim Kongpob in Sutthiluck's house itself. He did, till the younger wasn't aware of anything apart from Arthit.

Arthit heard a soft moan from his side. The sight he was greeted with was sensually arousable. His pants getting way tighter than they already were. Kongpob had his head leaned back on the headrest of the seat, his body trembling as he continued abusing his delicate buds through the half-opened shirt. His fingers doing wonders on the small pecks.

"Oh... Daddy..." Kongpob threw his head aside, arching his back, pinching needily.

Arthit tightened his hold on the steering wheel, his forehead prickled with sweat. He swallowed, he could not stop the car, he needed to rush back home.

Kongpob took Arthit's hand, bringing it to his mouth. He sucked Arthit's first finger and thumb simultaneously. Moistening them. Then lead them to his hardened nubs.

Arthit is angry still, but he needed to do something to ease the tension. Kongpob moaned loud with a smile, feeling the deadly pinch. Arthit was aroused beyond control, he wanted to lean down and suck them red and blue.

Kongpob thrashed his head on either side. Heaving his chest as much as he could. The hard touch penetrated his body like firecrackers. Thundering sensations of Arthit's fingers make him go crazy. He rubbed his thighs, creating the needed friction.

Oh, how each cell of Arthit manages Kong's tasteful needs.

Kong peeked from his half-closed eyes, at Arthit's region that cried to be freed. Then at his face which was red from anger or from the restrain, Kong didn't have any idea. And Kongpob could never... Um... Never let Arthit be in control.

He pushed Arthit's hand, unfastening his seatbelt. Licking his lips, he bent down over Arthit's thigh.

Kongpob tilted up to find Arthit staring back at him a moment before he looked back at the road.

"I'm sorry... But you know... I can't see you in trouble...." Kongpob pouts, nudging his cheek on Arthit's stomach like a cat. "Won't you talk to me?"

He unzips Arthit's pants, kissing the clothed bulge. Feeling how hard Arthit has been. The last thing Kongpob always has for the day and sometimes the first thing to start his day with. Kongpob traced his fingers on it, settling his palm under the mass.

"Order me... Daddy..." Kongpob smirks. "What should I do?"

A hard growl leaves Arthit's chest, he frees himself from the covering and grabs Kongpob's hair between his fingers. Kongpob finds himself choking with the familiar length, he recovers and smiles while his throat is being destroyed by the inhuman thrust. The sudden attack gathers the drops at the corner of his eyes. But the craving for that hard thing is greater than anything.

Kongpob taps on Arthit's stomach, asking him to slow down. Arthit thrusts his hips more in reply, as he parks the car in the driveway of their house. The house where, when the first time Kongpob had stayed, Arthit had made sure to never allow Kong to go back to his own.

The younger after gathering all his force pulls back, leaving Arthit just before he could reach the destination. Giggling while straddling Arthit's hips, watching the hilariously frustrating stare directed towards him. Kong wraps his hand around the other's neck, kissing Arthit's lips.

Arthit's hand claws Kong's back, getting him close. Kissing him vigorously. A kiss to show his ownership. Kongpob whimpered when Arthit bites his tongue, groping his ass simultaneously.

"You kiss so well..." Kongpob parted, unlocking the door. "I don't think anyone would kiss me as good as you..."

He rushes out hastily. The anticipation of the future eating him. Surprised by his guts, to has done everything.

Arthit walked into the house, his eyes wandering, finding the figure kneeling in front of the couch. Wearing just Arthit's semi-transparent black shirt. The glinting eyes cast down. The appealing presence glowing in the dark room.

Arthit licks his lower lip with the perfect sight that was exposed in front of his eyes. Pulling out the greed in him, to keep this severely beautiful thing for himself. No matter how much he marked the honey-toned skin, it isn't enough.

He lights a cigarette, and walks over to the table, getting the required pieces of equipment from the drawer. His expressionless face, carefully hid the various feelings rising inside him. The scenes of Kongpob letting Mike touch him willingly played inside his blank brain. Arthit found himself in the craze to own Kongpob all over again. A craze so loud, that overpowers his other thoughts.

He sits on the couch parting his legs. Keeping the things beside him. Arthit takes a puff of his cigarette before leaning and smashing the remains of it on the ashtray on the table behind Kongpob. He grabs Kong's hair tugging him, latching his lips on the younger, Arthit transfers the smoke from his mouth to Kong's.

Kongpob moans at the delicacy. Chasing further for the intimidating taste, he tries to hold Arthit's wrist. Only for Arthit to slap his hand away. And lick his chin wet.

He hasn't heard a word from Arthit the entire evening. He is craving to listen to the dark tranquilizing voice. The voice is sometimes the smooth honey on the pancake. Or the extra spice in his favorite dish.

Kongpob gasps when he was abruptly dragged and laid on Arthit's thigh. His naked butt hanging in the air. His neck grappled in Arthit's palm. He hissed when Arthit's slapped him, alternatively on either side. Biting his tongue to repress the pleasing grumbles. He was sedated under the sensation so badly.

Arthit felt rigid as a stone. The soft tushies reddening under his ministrations. His hold around Kong's neck tightened, while he continued landing spanks after spanks. The knowledge that each side fitted so perfectly in his palms, made him insane. He squeezed them, more than he would squeeze the orange to get the last drop of its juice.

"Feels good..." Kong drops his head, moaning. "Give me more..."

In reply, Arthit pushes something inside Kong. Then turning him and putting something on Kong's organ as well, disregarding the shaking of his head in protest. The teary red eyes pleading. But Arthit knows the facade, knows that Kong welcomes everything given by Arthit. Remembering the smirk that appeared on Kong's face, when Arthit had once fallen for his innocent eyes.

Arthit ties the younger's hands behind his back. Reaching for the small remote to speed up the activity. Kongpob falls back to his knees. The slow formations of stimulation begin as something vibrates inside him. Something long enough to tease his desired nerves.

He slumps, parting his knees, hanging his head in front. His seldom breathing resonates with the only other sound of the air conditioner. His nails dug into the skin behind his back.

Arthit cups Kong's face, tracing his tongue on his wet cheeks. Tightly kissing on the forehead, he stands up. Leaving Kong in the living room, he goes to the kitchen, not before increasing the velocity.

Slowing down his movements, taking all his time. Opening the upper cabinet, pulling out the bottle of Hennessy. Roaming around the kitchen at his pace. Taking the glass, dropped the ice cubes, making himself a strong drink.

He travels back to Kong just as slowly, standing in front of the exquisitely beautiful trembling figure. Running the tip of his fingers on the heated scalp. Taking a sip, he opens his pants.

Kongpob closed his eyes, and the tears rolled down his cheeks, as Arthit filled his naughty mouth again. Frustrated that his release is neglected. Entirely hostage by Arthit. His limit is yet far in reach.

Arthit hissed when Kong's teeth greased his veiny length. Thrusting harder for making a mistake. Harder until Kong could not breathe, until he decided to nourish Kong's dry throat.

Arthit settles on the couch again, this time kicking out of his pants, with Kong on his thighs. His knees are on either side of Arthit's hip. Squirming with the mind fucking vibrations.

"Please... Um..." Kong whimpers, arching his back, getting hit by the first wave. "Let me..."

Arthit puts his hand in the glass, picking an ice cube. Raised the shirt up to Kong's neck, rubbing ice on the protruded pink nubs. Pulling the skin, enough for him to latch his lips on them. Holding Kong's hip, feasting on the tiny delights. Reaching down to squeeze the violent shuddering butts.

Arthit takes out the thing, emptying Kong. The next moment Kongpob is filled again, this time by Arthit, only with an urgent thrust. He moans, chewing his lips, bouncing himself on Arthit. Riding his favorite dashing sensible ride. The need to release grows inside him unimaginably stronger.

He wriggles his wrist behind his back to be freed, hankering to touch Arthit. While Arthit clutches his neck for doing so. Moaning with the warmth which enveloped him.

Arthit beholds the deadly tempting sight, so ethereally bouncing on him. Arthit's whole life is riding on him. The one who means everything to him.

"Come quickly... Will you..." Kongpob whines loudly. Why does Arthit last this long? "I can't anymore... Please..."

Arthit buckles up, as he started making slow movements. Licking Kong's heaving chest. Stroking Kong's aching member.

"Oh holy... Please I can't..." Kong cries, slumping his body of Arthit. Arthit continues his ministrations, yanking Kong back by gripping his hair. "I'll shrink... Don't... No no... Please..."

Arthit gets a hold of Kong's head, crashing his lips on Kong's. Determined to smother the younger in the kiss. Felt the sweet laugh of pleasure running down his brain. The sweet laugh of being honored to manhandle this sexy hot thing that belongs to him.

Arthit moans against the wet lips, which are crying in extreme frustration. Arthit smiles at him in ecstasy.

Kongpob glares, the tears of pain rolling down his cheekbones. "You... Fucker..." He groans, as Arthit palms him tight. "I'll kill you... Remove the ring... You..."

Kongpob suddenly finds himself face down on the couch. His cheek was plastered down. Ass, oh god his red ass again in the air. He hissed as Arthit licked his palm, and slapped on Kong's butt. Leaning down to bite on each side, determined to leave the bruising bite marks.

Arthit's hand travel under Kong's stomach, he pulls up, settling the younger's face on the headrest of the couch. Tearing the covering off Kong's body and throwing away. He slides down, running his nose from the hipbone, sniffling along the spine. He swirls his warm tongue under Kong's ear.

Kongpob shivers and trembles under the desperate touches. Loving the way his body submits under Arthit.

"My slutty baby doll..." Arthit whispers near Kong's ear, humping against him. Kneading Kong's nubs delicately. He gets lost watching the sexy bundle dropped under him. "Such a pretty pearl I own."

Arthit yanks Kong again, nibbling the shoulder. "Seems like the pearl was searching for a new shell..." He thrusts without any warning.

A moanful cry leaves Kong's lips. The overtly sensitive nerves teasing him. Contracting all the various nerves caged inside. His whole body felt like the prostate gland itself, reading to blast any second.

"No..." Kongpob shakes his head, about to sleep with the exhaustion that's crawling into his system. "Give me... Give. It. Now."

"Demanding... Hmm?" Arthit chuckles, thrusting deep into the snugged depth. "But all mine..."

Arthit unties Kong's wrist, knowing Kong's limit very well, as he pulls out and flips Kongpob again. Feeling the limp body, readily allowing Arthit to take care of him. The teary eyes gazed back at him along with the most beautiful smile adorning the messed up face. He leans down bumping his forehead on Kong's.

Moving smoothly this time. He removes the ring, as Kong drapes his hands around Arthit's shoulder. Their figures going back and forth, the steady sweet movements, making them exhilarated.

"You are all mine, Baby Doll... Just mine..." Arthit shares a steamy kiss with Kong. Falling in love beyond the greatest extent.

No matter what Kong does, Arthit can never be angry on his baby. And his trust in the younger is too strong, for him to ever doubt. He admires the playfulness that came as a package with this sizzling brownie. Sweet, bitter, smooth, soothing, and sometimes like now... Um... Gently salty too.

A presence small as a firefly but enough to lighten Arthit's whole world. Flying everywhere, making Arthit follow his luminescence. Arthit does wander, as Kong continues to eliminate the darkness.

The younger sighs, as their lips, drew more and more nectar. Contented beyond the limit to have this gorgeously lovely man in his life.

"You own me, Daddy." Kong finally smiles, shooting ribbons of love between them.

Kongpob shuts down for the day. Arthit kisses his forehead. Cleaning themselves and sank onto the bed in their bedroom. Cuddled and entangled figures resting in their cushion of amaranthine love.

"What had troubled you?" Arthit chuckles, tucking the hair strand behind Kong's ear, and kissing his eyes.

The morning sunlight graces Arthit's face. As he held a soft Kongpob in his embrace.

"You didn't glance at me... Not even once... How dare you? And you even went ahead to have a drink offered by some random girl... Obviously hitting on you..." Kongpob pouts, pushing closer to the elder. "I was jealous..."

"Oh, Darling." Arthit laughs caressing Kong's back, pecking on the lips. "What should I do with you?"

Kongpob crawls on top of Arthit. Bending down to munch on Arthit's face. He bites Arthit's nose, and cheeks, on the jawline. Grumbling cause he can't bite the other's forehead.

He cups Arthit's face, still concerned to lay his mark on the flashing forehead.

"What are you doing?" Arthit giggles, scrunching his eyes.

"I want to mark you here too..." He whines, attempting to do it from every angle. "Urgh... Why. Can't. I?"

Arthit points to his lips. "Then mark me here too... I think most people lay their eyes on my lips..."

Kongpob hits Arthit's chest in displeasure. Showing a glare is so cute. Hating the other's guts.

Kong gruntles, smacking his angry lips on the laughing pair. Biting the petals swollen. He isn't insecure, but his Daddy is just too handsome to exist. And since he does exist, Kongpob is bent on leaving a mark of his own.

He leans down, snuggling on Arthit's body. Nudging his face in Arthit's crook of the neck.

"Daddy Arth... Is mine." He whispers.

Arthit smiles, caressing Kong's hair and back.

"Come here..." Arthit helps him, sleeping beside Arthit. Facing each other.

Arthit's other hand crawls under the pillow, holding something. "I wanna mark you too..." He says, sliding something on Kong's finger.

Kongpob gapes with teary eyes, looking back and forth at the expensive metal ring now adorning his finger and Arthit. Failing to form any words.

"P'Arthit..." He sobs, covering his face. His sweet loud wails, make the other happy.

"It's been three years..." Arthit tugs him close. "And I don't think... I can ever let you go..." Peeling the hands away, uncovering the beautiful face, kissing the tears away. "I just want you in every way..."

"I have you as my boyfriend and my baby doll..." Arthit smirks, kissing Kong soft. "But I want you as someone... Who can never leave me... Want you as my one and only Husband or... Wife..."

Kongpob slaps Arthit's shoulder, smiling profusely. Grinning with the extreme contentment that bloomed in him. Smothering Arthit in his babyish hug.

He parts cupping Arthit's face, placing a tight kiss on his forehead. Pouting since he again failed to bite Arthit's forehead. Then he grins a little deeper. "I would love to be your, Wife..."

Arthit cages him an amorous kiss, hovering on top of Kongpob. Cradling the other's head from below. Putting all his growing feelings into it, adding pressure on the treasures under his own. Finally, he dared to ask Kongpob. After waiting for more than three months. Not like Arthit was going to let Kongpob leave him, anyway. A relief passed on his face, as he submerged deep.

"I'll be your wife..." Kongpob repeats, with a blush. "Only if you fuck me like a horny Husband..."

Arthit laughs, squeezing Kongpob. "I love you, Kong... So much, my Baby Doll."

"I love you the most... Daddy..."

"Um. Hmm..." Arthit licks Kong's neck, reaching his hand down between them. Grabbing something precious. "Let me fuck you like your horny Husband..."

"Make me scream like your slutty Wife..."

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