Arthit was exhausted by the time he reached home. Dinner with his family was always unbearable, and after successfully dodging them for an entire month, Arthit had no choice but to face them tonight. He couldn't fathom why his marriage was such a constant topic of fascination for them. Yes, he had turned thirty-six last month, but that didn't mean his life was over. He still had more than half of it ahead of him, didn't he?

He couldn't understand what difference marriage would make anyway. He was perfectly content as he was. He'd never been in a relationship and was still genuinely happy. He had money, end of the story. And there were always women eager to catch his attention, if he wanted. See? Life was good.

Arthit locked the main door, kicked off his shoes, and hurried upstairs to his room. Tugging at his tie, he froze, momentarily forgetting how to breathe at the sight before him. There he was, his beautiful boy, sleeping peacefully on his bed. A boy. No matter how much he tried to wrap his head around it, the truth remained, there was a boy on his bed, likely bare under the covers, waiting for him. All his. And in that moment, Arthit realized life had turned out better than he could have ever imagined.

Consumed by the ethereal form sprawled on the bed, Arthit's hands moved of their own accord, stripping away his clothes piece by piece. His mouth watered in anticipation as he kicked off his pants and underwear, his shirt already discarded somewhere in the room. Running his fingers through his hair, he tried in vain to steady his racing heart, the excitement threatening to overwhelm him.

Arthit, a man who had considered himself straight his entire life, found his perspective shifting in an instant the moment he saw his new assistant, a young man fourteen years his junior. Inexperienced in every way, both professional and unprofessional, the boy had an undeniable pull that Arthit couldn't ignore.

Arthit moved closer, his eyes focused on the side of the boy's face peeking out from under the covers. He leaned down, his nose hovering near the soft skin, breathing in the calm scent of innocence. A genuine smile tugged his lips. The thought of owning this kid drove him crazy as he tightly kissed his temple. His fingers itching to touch and cradle. Mark him and claim him. Thoroughly and perfectly. Possessively but with extreme care.

Arthit remembered how his abstinence lasted only for three weeks. He struggled to resist the shy softness of the boy, and when he couldn't anymore, he abruptly left an ongoing meeting. In hindsight, he should have taken a moment to clear his head, should have drunk a gallon of water instead of moving to his cabin while dragging his assistant along. He should have slapped himself to wake up from his daze rather than pushing the boy against the door and devouring his mouth. And then oh god! Arthit breathed deeply, his eyes never leaving the beautiful blushing face. Arthit should have asked if his assistant was seeing someone rather than, "You are not allowed to date, Kongpob."

Arthit had kissed him again, deeper the second time. One hand holding his head and the other over his back, pulling him closer. Kong raised his hand to push him away, but Arthit grabbed it and locked their fingers next to Kong's face. Forgetting all his morals as he indulged passionately.

"You're my Boss." Kong whispered, gulping softly. Breathing through his mouth, while resting his head against Arthit's chest. Trying to make sense.

He kissed his boss. He really did. His handsome and ever charming boss. The one he had developed a secret crush on. The one who would find lame reasons to be close to Kong.

"You're my assistant." Arthit pinched his chin, deftly kissing Kong's nose. "And I can't stop thinking about you."

After that Arthit did not miss the chance to eat Kong's face. Getting excited as soon as Kong blushed his way. Trying to avoid Arthit but never his physical advances. The touches turned more welcoming. The boss couldn't dare to stop anymore. As they tried to steal every minute they got for themselves.

Everything was going smoothly and then Arthit saw his beautiful assistant. Naked. And cutely tipsy, giggling to himself. In Arthit's bedroom. When Arthit had brought him over after their dinner and drinks with the colleagues. Best decision Arthit ever took.

Arthit pinched the bridge of his nose, taking slow strides towards his assistant. Before getting the warm gorgeousness in his embrace. His mind turned blank and desperate, holding Kong tight, kissing the curve of his neck. Just what kind of magic spell did Kong cast on him?

"What are you doing, my sweet little herb?" Arthit murmured softly into Kong's ear. Unable to pull away.

"I thought... Oh god." Kong closed his eyes, quivering in Arthit's arms. Feeling Arthit's warm hand over his waking cock. All the nerves hyperventilated with the sensation. He slumped softly, trembling but not asking Arthit to stop.

Arthit chuckled, setting a perfect rhythm. Kissing his head. "You like that, don't you?"

Kong moulded perfectly into Arthit's arms. Jerking into the big palm. No one had ever touched him there, plus to have his boss doing the same made him see the stars. His skin burned, as the big palm covered his entire bum, squeezing gently.

Kong convulsed and jolted, biting his lips. Breathing fast. His eyes rolling back and body trembled in shock as he came. Dropping his weight on Arthit. Nuzzling in his chest. As the incident dawned on him, he flushed deep red, earning Arthit's sweet whispers over his burning ears.

Arthit scooped him up and lovingly placed him on his bed. Cupping Kong's face when the boy shied and avoided Arthit. His warm, hazel eyes admiring the flushing creation. So brilliantly fascinating. Arthit knew if he goes further there's no stepping back. He leaned down kissing the plump lips. Because going further, Arthit did, as he cherished his assistant exclusively.

Arthit blinked and smiled when Kong looked up at him, returning his smile shyly. Cupping Arthit's face. "Welcome back, Boss."

"Hey..." Arthit nudged their noses in awe. His heart is giddy and warm. "You're so beautiful, do you know that? How can you be so beautiful, Bunny?"

He shuddered, feeling Arthit's lips on his. His face held firmly. Even with all the shyness he wrapped hands over Arthit's neck, getting him down. Opening his lips for Arthit's warm tongue. Mewling into the intense brushes. And the taste that was purely Arthit's.

Kong searched for his eyes. When Arthit parted and moved to his neck, kissing and licking the hot skin. "You are in a hurry."

Despite his emotions not being in control, Arthit watched him with pure adoration. "I just can't get enough of you." He parted Kong's legs, stroking his dick. "I'll never be done with you."

Kong isn't sure how much he can trust the words. They've been together for almost four months now, and Arthit has spent most nights by his side. But how long can this really last? Sooner or later, it will have to end. Arthit will get married, it's inevitable. Kong still has time, though. Maybe he'll let himself hold onto this until Arthit's wedding. Until then, he'll savor every fleeting moment, pretending it could last forever.

Arthit licked his Adam's apple, the soft skin trembling under him. So fucking tasty and precious. And addictive. This boy is Arthit's. Damn it. Only his.

"Sweetheart, I really need you right now." Arthit clenched his teeth. Placing urgent kisses on the heated face.

"Okay, Boss." He giggled. Wrapping his legs around Arthit's waist.

Arthit's heart ached looking at the gorgeous boy. The most pleasant little thing in his life. Arthit will not let him go. Arthit spat on his palm, lubing up and stroking his hard dick. He positioned against the red rim, and thrusted up in a beat. The warmth that enveloped him, made him curse and kiss Kong.

"So fucking precious." Arthit rested his forehead on Kong's. Moving his hips slowly. Savouring every inch of the intimacy. "What should we do about you?"

Arthit met Kong's glassy, innocent eyes, and something stirred deep within him-a feeling far stronger than he was prepared to handle. The way Kong fit so perfectly into his world, both in his arms and in his life, was starting to terrify him. Arthit could feel himself falling, his emotions growing dangerously intense. He was certain of one thing, if anyone dared to come between them, he wouldn't think twice about eliminating the threat, no matter the cost.

Was Arthit truly ready to marry someone else, someone who wasn't his shy, delicate bunny? Could he really let Kong go, knowing that someday another man would hold him, kiss him, and claim him, all while Kong looked so utterly irresistible? The thought gnawed at him, the idea of anyone else savoring what he had cherished making his chest tighten painfully.

"Boss... It's too deep." Kong arched in Arthit's arms. Thrashing his hands above his head. His hips off the bed held by Arthit as his sweat slicked body was rocked with the insane thrusts.

Kong liked that Arthit loved fucking him. But sometimes the desperation and need in the actions terrifies him. Although Arthit makes him see the universe and pampers him through the aftercare, he's still worried.

Arthit grunted, nibbling on Kong's protruding red nipple. Having no intention to stop, he rocked in fervor. While his hand grabbed Kong's length. Bringing him to an edge. Just the way Kong likes, except there wasn't gentleness included.

"My stomach... It hurts." He cried, bringing Arthit's face down and looking into his eyes. Kissing his lips softly. "Please slow down."

"Sshh..." Arthit swallowed his lower lip. Bruising the poor flesh. "You know I can't resist when I find you bare and waiting in my bed..." Arthit stopped for a moment, gazing dead into his eyes. "But remember... by bed is the only place you should ever be."

He went crazy as Arthit continued to hit the correct spot with every thrust. Kong wailed into Arthit's neck. As Arthit kisses his sweaty side face. With a few more jerks, he came between their tummies and Arthit's hand. He didn't open his eyes when Arthit parted, knowing what Arthit would be doing. His stomach shivered as he felt Arthit gliding his finger over the wetness. His heart stopped at the throaty chuckle before a satisfied hum echoed in the room.

"You are very sweet, Little boy." Arthit said, chasing his own orgasm. Gripping Kong's hips tight. "Look at me." Arthit swallowed his groan as Kong obeyed. "Ask me to come, Bunny."

"Please come already, Boss." Kong kissed his lips tight and deep.

"Hm..." Arthit mumbled, resting their foreheads and rocking till he deflated inside Kong. "You are perfect, the most beautiful human."

Kong blushed, burying his face against Arthit's chest to hide the redness creeping up his neck. "So are you," he mumbled softly, his words almost drowned in the warmth of the embrace.

"Shut up," Arthit teased, his voice low with amusement. "Don't flatter your boss too much." He held Kong tighter, pressing a gentle kiss into his hair.

Kong giggled, the sound light and carefree as he clung to Arthit, feeling the weight of his body in the best possible way. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

Arthit pulled back just enough to look at Kong, adjusting his position on the bed. "With you... I always am," he answered, his words sincere, the affection clear in his eyes.

Kong raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced. "I'm serious," he said, reaching up to caress Arthit's damp hair, still slick from the warmth between them. His heart fluttered every time he caught sight of him, just so handsome. good-looking he was.

Arthit smiled, his lips brushing against Kong's forehead before he leaned in closer. "So am I," he said, his voice softer, like a promise.

"You should listen to your parents and get married." Kong sighed contentedly, letting his fingers trace through the damp strands of Arthit's hair, admiring how everything about him felt so right. But then, with a playful smirk, Kong teased, "You're getting old, Boss."

Arthit chuckled, his lips curving into that mischievous grin Kong loved so much. "Maybe... I should. But I've already found something really sexy just for myself." His words were husky, the glint in his eyes unmistakable.

Kong moaned softly at the way Arthit's lips brushed over his, the kiss deepening in an instant. His body responded eagerly, but something nagged at the back of his mind. "We have a meeting early in the morning," he murmured, breaking the kiss, his voice heavy with desire but laced with the reality of the situation.

Arthit pulled back with a teasing grin, his hand gently cupping Baby," he whispered. "I know, his voice, warm and playful. "But don't worry... I'll wake you up in a very cheerful way

"By stuffing me with your dick?"

"Hmm... Sounds good."

"It's a recipe for getting late." Kong yawned as Arthit adjusted behind him to spoon his baby. "You aren't pulling out?"

"I don't want to... Now go to sleep." Arthit hugged him tighter. Kissing his neck.

Kong let out a small squeal as Arthit pulled him onto his lap, the two of them sitting in the parked car after a long lunch meeting. They hadn't even started driving yet. Instead, Arthit seemed to have something else in mind.

"Someone might notice us," Kong mumbled, glancing nervously around the parking lot.

Arthit simply smiled, his hands resting on Kong's waist, holding him close. He looked up at him with a playful grin, clearly not bothered by the possibility of someone catching them. "I don't see a problem with that," he said, his eyes darkening as he continued to stare at Kong's bashful face.

Kong pouted, his cheeks flushing at the attention. "You're teasing me again, aren't you?" he asked, trying to look serious but failing miserably when his heart raced at the way Arthit was looking at him.

Arthit's grin only widened, and he gently pulled Kong closer by the nape of his neck. Their noses brushed, and for a moment, all Kong could focus on was how close Arthit was, his lips so close to his own, his warm breath mixing with his. "Well, you are adorable," Arthit said softly, his voice husky. His eyes locked onto Kong's, his gaze intense. "This damn face of yours... it kills me every second."

Kong swallowed hard, feeling his chest tighten. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, the urge to pull away almost overwhelming. But something stopped him. His mind told him that he should pull back, that this wasn't a good idea, but his body didn't listen. He knew what this was leading to, that the more they indulged, the deeper he would fall. And he knew that in the end, it was only going to hurt him. But the pleasure, the need for Arthit's touch, made it hard to care.

He gently presses his lips on Arthit's, exhilarating when Arthit smiles and cradles him possessively. Forgetting everything apart from Arthit and his wild touches. This month went by too, like all the previous three. And Kong wasn't able to say no. A few more days, he promised as Arthit pulled out his ties, and Kong would stop.

Kong didn't stop.

When he had promised himself that it would end soon, that he would stop, but the days had passed in a blur. Every day, he found himself falling deeper, unable to say no, unable to stop. Arthit was always so irresistible, always so intense, and Kong couldn't find it in himself to walk away.

Even when Arthit pulled him into the conference room, pushing him onto the round table again and again, marking him with every touch, Kong couldn't bring himself to resist. He wasn't able to say no when Arthit was so relentless, so sure of what he wanted.

And later, in the quiet of the empty office after hours, Kong moaned, feeling Arthit's tongue teasing him, his body trembling as he gave in to the sensations. His voice echoed through the space, his cries mixing with the sound of their shared breath.

When Arthit became jealous of his new business partner, who had been a little too friendly with Kong. Arthit needed to remind Kong who he belonged to, and Kong didn't fight it. He couldn't fight it. Not when Arthit was the one who had control over him.

Kong didn't stop. When Arthit took him along for a business trip when there was absolutely no need for Kong.

"Boss khrab." Kong moaned, feeling Arthit's warmth against his back. Tilting his head to let Arthit nuzzle his neck. "If they find out we are staying in the same suite, we are in trouble."

Arthit pressed Kong's body against the glass window, overlooking the night sky. Hands mindlessly gropping Kong's body. The burning desire building once again.

"I think they already know what all I do to your beautiful little figure behind the walls..." Arthit unbuttoned Kong's shirt. Letting it fall off his shoulders, for Arthit to kiss his smooth skin. "You are so damn sexy, Bunny... Do you think my eyes hide the lust I have for you?"

Kong shivered as his chest and perked up nipples touched the cool glass. Carefully his pants pooled at his feet. Arthit's kisses traveled down his back to his round flesh. Feeling his eyes burn with tears. Why did his body have to crave Arthit's touch? Why can't he reject Arthit?

He was losing himself, he knew as tears rolled down his face but he kept moving according to the need, to make Arthit happy. Hiding the real tears in name of slight pain when Arthit held him like the most precious thing in the world and carried him around like a beautiful feather.

Kong flinched slightly in his seat as Arthit's sharp voice echoed through the office. He could hear the irritation laced in every word as his boss argued with someone over the phone. It didn't take much guessing to figure out who it was-Arthit's parents, no doubt, pressuring him once again about marriage. Kong didn't understand why it mattered so much, though perhaps he did.

"Family again?" Kong asked softly, not looking up as he sorted through the neatly stacked papers on Arthit's desk. His tone was casual, but his chest tightened at the thought. He hated seeing Arthit so stressed, but there wasn't much he could do.

Arthit ended the call abruptly, his phone clattering onto the desk as he leaned back in his chair. For a moment, he simply stared at Kong, who was still focused on the documents in his hands. Arthit's heart swelled with a rush of emotions he could no longer ignore. He wasn't just irritated at his parents; he was frustrated with himself for not saying out loud what his heart had been screaming.

He wanted this beautiful, gentle boy to become his family. Kong was his calm in the chaos, his light in the dark. Arthit wanted him to be more than an assistant, more than a fleeting moment in his life. He wanted Kong to be his reason for everything. And he wanted it immediately. Right now.

"Mr. Rojnapat?" Kong's voice broke through his thoughts, his gaze lifting to meet Arthit's intense stare.

Before Kong could react, Arthit stood abruptly and crossed the short distance between them. He grasped Kong's hands, pulling him to his feet. Without a word, he wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man, holding him as if letting go wasn't an option.

Kong stiffened in surprise, his cheek pressed against Arthit's firm chest. But the steady rhythm of Arthit's heartbeat against his ear eased his tension. Hesitantly, he lifted his arms, returning the embrace.

"Everything will be okay," Kong mumbled, his voice muffled against Arthit's chest. It was all he could think to say, though the uncertainty lingered in his own heart. He hoped his words were true for both of their sakes.

Arthit held Kong tightly, feeling the tension in the slowly melt into his embrace. He shut his eyes, inhaling the faint scent of Kong's cologne, clean, soft, familiar.

He wanted to say something, anything, but the words lodged in his throat. What could he say? That he wanted to throw everything aside and hold onto Kong, just like this, for as long as he wanted?

No, he couldn't say any of that.

So instead, he stayed silent, holding Kong a little tighter.

Kong didn't move, his small hands gripping the back of Arthit's shirt. He wanted to comfort him, to say something reassuring, but he didn't know if his words would mean anything. After all, what was he to Arthit? Just an assistant, someone who stood by his side because it was his job.

"You should rest a little," Kong finally murmured, his voice quiet, careful. "You're stressed."

Arthit exhaled, his breath warm against Kong's hair. Rest? How could he rest when his mind was a tangled mess? When the only thing he wanted, this boy in his arms, felt impossibly out of reach?

Kong felt the shift immediately, the loss of warmth making him shiver slightly. He stepped back, keeping his gaze lowered as he smoothed out his sleeves. "I'll finish sorting these documents," he said, his tone light, as if the last few minutes hadn't shaken him.

Arthit watched him return to the desk, acting as if nothing had happened. He clenched his fists, shoving them into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out again.

He wanted to say something.

But once again, he said nothing.

Arthit had been acting strangely all week, much to Kong's confusion and growing unease. He was distant, avoiding Kong's gaze and keeping their interactions strictly professional. It was a stark contrast to the usual warmth that had grown between them over the past months, and Kong didn't know what to make of it.

Sitting at the bar, Kong chugged another beer, hoping the alcohol would drown out the heaviness in his chest. It was a futile attempt, of course, especially with Arthit just a few feet away, seated at a table surrounded by colleagues. For the first time, Arthit wasn't by Kong's side, and the void left behind felt suffocating. Kong could feel the eyes of their coworkers on him, their surprise evident, but he ignored them. Let them wonder.

The truth was, Kong had no idea why Arthit was ghosting him. Instead of anger, all he felt was sadness-a deep, aching sadness that he couldn't shake. Was this Arthit's way of telling him their time together was over? That he no longer wanted Kong warming his bed, no longer needed him at all?

The restaurant buzzed with chaos as the company celebrated its annual gathering. The CEO himself, Arthit, seemed off, though no one dared to comment. As for Kong, he was just the secretary, invisible to most. Except for Arthit, who, even in his absence, dominated Kong's thoughts.

Kong's misty eyes drifted toward Arthit, hoping for just one small gesture-one smile to assure him he wasn't imagining the connection they once had. But it didn't come. Instead, Arthit's family had joined him at the table, the lively conversation around him making Kong feel even more like an outsider. His head throbbed with a dull pain, and the ache in his chest grew heavier. He rubbed his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay, and waved at the bartender for another shot.

"Sorry, sweetheart. No more for you," the bartender said with a teasing smile, popping open another bottle for another customer. "Direct order from Mr. Rojnapat."

Kong froze, his lips parting in disbelief. "What?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock and embarrassment. His cheeks burned as he realized how much he'd already had drank and his tolerance wasn't great to begin with.

"Just two more sips. I promise," Kong tried, squinting his eyes and leaning forward.

The bartender chuckled. "Order number two: don't fall for your soft smile."

Kong groaned, dropping his head onto the counter in defeat. "This is so unfair," he mumbled.

"He's whipped for you, isn't he?" the bartender asked with a knowing smirk.

Kong's head shot up, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "There's nothing between us," he insisted quickly. "He doesn't even care if I'm here or not."

"Oh, really?" The bartender's smirk widened. "Then why does he keep looking over every five seconds?"

Kong blinked, his lips parting in disbelief. "You're messing with me."

"Not at all. Go ahead. Walk out of his sight and see what happens. If he follows, you've got your answer." The bartender winked. "Always works, dear."

Kong was sure the bartender was wrong till he walked away and yet he heard his name in the voice he was missing so much.

"Kong..." Arthit muttered, his gaze roamed over Kong, as if checking to make sure he was still there, still real. "Get inside, it's cold."

Kong's heart flipped inside his chest. Not knowing whether to be happy or not that Arthit did look for him. A slow, teasing smile played at his lips, though his voice came out softer than intended. "Not as cold as you pretend to be, Mr. Rojnapat."

Arthit stiffened slightly, his jaw clenching. "Let's head inside." He says in his bossy tone.

Kong tilted his head, searching his expression. "Are you bored of this?" His voice was quieter now, the teasing edge slipping away. "If you want to stop, I'll pretend nothing happened between us. I won't talk about it anymore. Just tell me to do it..." He swallowed, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll make up my mind and behave myself."

Arthit wanted to rush and hold his bunny close. Feel the warmth once again. Take time to calm Kong down. Though he just stood there, his longing gaze met Kong's.

"Daddy..."

The soft, sweet voice broke the tension between them, pulling both of their attention immediately. Arthit's eyes went wide as he turned, just in time to see a lean figure rushing toward him. Before either of them could fully react, the girl was already in his arms. Excitedly kissing Arthit's cheeks.

"I missed you so much, Daddy." Arthit tried to look at her but couldn't miss the hurt in his favourite pair of eyes. His heart clenched with worry.

Kong stood frozen in place, his chest tightening with every passing second. His mind couldn't seem to catch up, his thoughts racing, as his gaze locked on the girl in Arthit's arms. His breaths were shallow and uneven, as he tried to focus on the exact replica of Arthit which he didn't know existed. So beautiful and full of life. It wasn't the child's presence that struck Kong the hardest. It was the word. The title. Daddy.

His heart seemed to collapse under the weight of it. The word felt like a bullet, sharp and cold, piercing through everything he thought he knew. He had never felt more out of place in his life.

The blurry edges of his vision grew sharper as he tried to focus. The image of the child in Arthit's arms was burning itself into his memory, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. His mind spun, trying to make sense of it all. How had he ended up here? How had he ended up in a place where he wasn't even sure if he was wanted?

The next words shattered the last of his hope. "Mommy came too."

The world seemed to slip from beneath him, and he couldn't stop it. He wanted to run, to escape, to hide from the truth that was crashing down around him.

He turned away before he could break completely.

"If you can't decide, I'll do it for you..." Knott grabbed a drunk Arthit's collar furiously. Glaring at their friends to not interfere. "If you can't let him go the fuck away from you, then just confess to him and claim him and get your shit the fuck together... Stop drinking your ass off every time your feelings are heightened... For once stop using your brain and go for the heart."

Knott pushed him down on the chair. Reaching for his glass, he chugged down the liquid, watching as Arthit slumped, head in his palms.

"I'm going crazy." Arthit hissed.

"Then keep being the coward and watch as someone steals him from you." Prem scoffed.

Arthit felt a punch in his gut. As he snapped his red eyes straight at Prem.

But Prem didn't budge. "Isn't that what you are waiting for? Cause I don't see any other reason for your stupidity."

Tootah hated how low his friend felt but the asshole needed to pull himself up too. He dropped a hand on Arthit's shoulder. "Your constant withdrawal might be hurting Kong too. Have you thought about this... You say you are drawn towards him but what if he's reciprocating those feelings... You are crossing a line and then taking a step back... this can't go on Arthit."

"He's messing with my heart... I can't fucking keep my hands to myself... There's this constant urge to hold him and kiss his soft lips."

"Give in to that urge, Arth." Knott says. "And just tell us..."

His mind was a blur of memories, Kong's warm smiles, the way he instinctively leaned into Arthit's touch, the way his eyes shone with something unreadable whenever they were close. And then, the way Arthit always pulled back, afraid of what it meant. Afraid of what he couldn't take back if he gave in.

But wasn't he already too far gone?

He scoffed at himself, shaking his head. "I'm such an idiot."

"We've been saying that for months," Prem muttered, rolling his eyes.

Arthit ignored him. His fingers running through his hair, his drunken mind suddenly clear, as if the weight pressing on his chest had finally lifted.

Then, without looking up, he let out a low, breathy laugh, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"I love him."

The words tasted right, like they had always been there, waiting for him to finally say them out loud.

And damn it, it felt good.

When Arthit entered the bedroom, his sweet, hardworking assistant was busy folding clothes on the bed, a few scattered on the floor, with the wardrobe doors wide open. The sight was so domestic yet endearing that it sent a rush of warmth, and something else, through Arthit. He wanted to slap himself for how his heart raced just seeing Kong on their bed, so focused and adorable. To be honest, Kong on a bed is his favourite sight. If everything goes according to his desire, he could devour Kong here too.

Placing a small paper bag on the nightstand, Arthit approached slowly, the soft creak of the floorboard announcing his presence. He climbed onto the bed, knee first, and wrapped his arms around Kong from behind, pulling him into a firm, loving embrace. The warmth that spread through them pulled Kong from his reverie. Ready to shoot up from the bed. But Arthit grabbed him tight, breathing into Kong's neck as he gently pulled out the ear buds.

"Damn... I missed you so much." Arthit sniffed his crook. His insides melting with the soft essence. Arms tightened over Kong's torso as he caged his beautiful boy.

Kong forgot to breathe, as he trembled and struggled against the familiar embrace. Eyes stung as tears formed with a force. His boss was here. And getting affectionate like before. As if he hadn't ignored Kong. As if Kong hadn't seen his daughter. Or heard about his wife.

Arthit's wife! Kong pushed harder as he jumped off the bed. Arthit was married. He had a family. A complete family. Not with Kong though. The fact was like a burning iron rod through his heart and soul. But he loathed himself for sleeping with someone else's husband. If this is Kong's condition, what Arthit's wife must be going through? Does she even know? That her husband is cheating on her?

Kong took a step back, when Arthit stepped up, grabbing his wrist. Kong jerked his hand, hissing, "You are very cruel, Mr. Rojnapat!"

Adorable. Arthit thought. As he let a wide grin grace his face. Maybe he really needs to follow his parents' request, and marry. Because he no longer wants to wait to bind this adorable human all to himself.

Even this mere distance was too much to handle as he kept moving until Kong's hips hit the wooden desk of his open wardrobe. His hand moved around Kong's small waist, he lifted the boy effortlessly, making him sit.

"What do you think you are doing?" Arthit heard a hint of anger in Kong's voice. Realizing Kong can get angry. His eyes taking in the sight

"Whatever you are permitting for." Arthit leaned towards the sweet red face. Cupping it dearly, and nudging their noses. As he stared deeply into the glistening grey eyes. "I never missed anyone so much, Baby."

Forgetting all his hurt, he savoured Arthit's presence. Albeit letting his tears flow and allowing Arthit to kiss them away as well. What's wrong with him, taking comfort from someone's spouse. He cried harder, clinging to Arthit, and stuffing his face against the warm neck.

"Please, why are you here Boss?" He whispered through his wobbling lips. "I can't do this anymore, please let us stop."

Arthit crushed him in his embrace, his lips finding Kong's exposed shoulder from his baggy tee. "I can't, Bunny. You are mine."

Arthit was ready to beg if it meant Kong would stay with him. His hands reached up to cup Kong's face, making him look at Arthit. "I love you so much, Kongpob Sutthiluck."

The words reached his ears but not his brain and definitely not his heart as Kong shook his head. "You have a daughter, a wife. How can you say that?"

"I have a daughter, yes. But not a wife." Arthit uttered earnestly. Wanting to confess everything at once. "I never got married, but now I want to marry you."

"I don't understand." Kong sniffled, though his soul fluttered.

Arthit stepped back, making Kong panic as he quickly grabbed Arthit's wrist. Ready to burst into tears again. Arthit took a deep breath, held Kong's beautiful face possessively and kissed him. Pressing their bodies together. God, finally. His hands held his assistant so tightly they were sure bones were going to break anytime. But nothing topped more than what they were feeling. And importantly accepting.

Kong mewled against the firmer lips, his mind going blank. Only focusing on Arthit. His firm, desperate and insatiable tongue found Kong's. The flesh finding its own orgasm. Kong wrapped hands over Arthit's neck and pulled him. He gasped, as arthit slipped his hands inside kongs tshirt. Burning his skin but making him feel alive after weeks.

"This is crazy, damn..." Arthit gasped and bit on Kong's swollen lips. And cheeks and wherever he could reach. "I want you so much, Kongy... Please let me eat you..."

Kong blushed, licking his bitten flesh. "Where will this take us?"

Arthit chuckled. "First on cloud nine. And if I am lucky enough to hear you say yes, then a trip to our forever life."

With that Arthit tried to pull Kong's t-shirt. Stopping as Kong held his face. "Am I the only one you want?"

"Yes. Yes. So badly it is hurting me, Bunny!"

"Yet you avoided me... I was hurt too." Kong pouted adorably.

This time Arthit crashed their lips violently. Picking him up in a swift motion and throwing on the bed. He wasted no time to tear his shirt off and climb between Kong's inviting parted legs. Looking so innocently at Arthit as if Arthit has never done anything dirty to him.

"Sorry, my love." Arthit leaned down, slowly pushing the hem of Kong's tshirt upwards, placing gentle kisses all the way up. "How did I think I'll ever be able to let you go... That I could survive without my sexy assistant."

Kong blushed with a smile, feeling the wet kisses against his neck. He held Arthit's face in his palms. "Why, P'Arthit? Why did you make me feel neglected?"

"No, sweetheart." Arthit urgently whispered. "I was afraid of the way you make me feel... The feelings I have for you run so deep..." Arthit looked at him warmly, realizing it wasn't a dream, his beautiful bunny is back in his arms. "I just love you so goddamn much."

He cried again, his heart soaring as he let the words sink into his blood. Kong pulled the handsome face down to kiss on the sweet lips. Smiling as Arthit's dick nudged against his inviting hole.

Kong pushed Arthit back, reaching for the remote on the table beside his bed to turn on the air conditioner. Arthit smirked, licking his lips. Teasing his tip against Kong's rim. "You are making me lose my mind... Aren't you worried about your parents hearing their child's screams?

"They'll know eventually..." Kong looked down, where Arthit was slowly connecting them into one.

"I already have their permission to make you mine." Arthit kissed Kong for the nth time. "I have promised them to cherish, protect, adore and love their pretty baby till my last breath."

Kong giggled through more tears, hugging Arthit tight. "Why are you so amazing, Boss?"

"Call me P'Arthit again." Arthit demanded, starting to rock his hips.

"I love you too, P'Arthit."

"Fuck, I don't think I'll last for long." Arthit kissed an adorably laughing Kong. Again and again and again. Because he could. Anytime. Anywhere. However much he wanted.

Kong groaned, sitting sideways on Arthit's lap. All the muscles in his body are aching thoroughly. Yet he loved this feeling. There was nothing happier than getting pampered by Arthit. The man was just too good to be true.

"Aera is my beautiful mistake." Arthit starts, cradling Kong's face against his chest. "You know the teenage spirit to go around and have fun... It came crashing down on me when I got my classmate, Namtarn, pregnant."

Kong leaned back and watched Arthit with his squinted eyes.

"Don't be jealous." Arthit chuckled, pulling Kong back to his place. "It was years ago and I had zero feelings for her... Hell, I never even looked at her in class, but then she same to my favourite club and we kinda lost control... maybe... It was already too late when we came to know... We couldn't put Namtarn's life in danger either..." Arthit exhaled, kissing Kong's head. "It was decided that after birth I will take care of the baby because my family has lots of money and Namtarn wanted to focus on her career... Everything turned out well in the end... After Aera turned fourteen, Namtarn asked to take Aera to Washington for further studies... And she's been there since then."

"Ohh..." Kong bites his lower lip. "How old is she now?"

"She'll turn seventeen in two months." Arthit boasted like a proud parent.

"What if she doesn't approve of us?"

"She's approved, Bunny... Don't be surprised but she's outside with her new grandparents." Arthit broke the news nonchalantly.

"You're joking." Kong laughed half heartedly. And when Arthit didn't react and continued his smirk, Kong grabbed his face. "Are you out of your mind? She's out there and I was having sex with her Daddy."

"But I'm your Daddy too, Baby." Arthit kissed Kong tight.

"What is wrong with you?" Kong panicked. "I'm going to lose my face in front of her... We should head out."

"Hey, my pretty flower..." Arthit laughed, grabbing Kong still on his lap. "Listen to me, she's not going to judge you or me either, she herself told me to have makeup sex with you..."

Kong gaped incredulously. "No one will tell that to their father."

"Aera did, and yes she's going to tease us... But she has accepted you, Kong... Accepted us... And this..." Arthit reached over to grab the paper bag, first pulling out the condoms. "This was from her, but fuck, who needs it between us..." Arthit grinned, throwing the boxes away, Kong's eyes followed where they flew behind him. When he turned over, Arthit was holding open a purple square case with two diamond rings. "She picked these for the two of us."

Kong's heart thudded wildly. Licking his lips he tried to focus on his breathing. To top it his throat was aching all of a sudden and tears were rolling down his cheeks. Man, he was such a mess.

"You both are ridiculous." Kong shook his head.

"My whole family is... They can't wait to meet you either... So, Mr. Assistant... Let me promote you to your new best and rewarding post of becoming my husband, please Marry me!"

"You didn't even ask to date me first." Kong cried happy tears.

"Please, I'm getting old now... Don't you know my parents..." Arthit kissed his tears with a relieved smile. "Marry me, Kongpob."

"Yes, Boss khrab." Kong almost squealed, hugging Arthit and hiding in his crook. "Put the ring on quickly."

Kong couldn't hide the excitement as he kept giggling and squealling. With a shy laugh he put the other ring on Arthit's finger too. "I'm so happy, P'Arthit."

"There's one condition." Arthit smiled ear to ear. Nudging his nose against Kong's cheek. "No resignations allowed."

"Will I get a lifetime supply of kisses and cuddles?"

Arthit cupped his face and kissed his fiance deeply. All teeth and tongues and endless love. As he turned and lowered Kong on the bed. Forgetting everything as they parted and he stared at Kong's sweet glistening eyes. So lovely and full of life.

"I love you, my little herb." Arthit whispered, hurriedly pecking his face. "You are going to get power to boss around your husband... Also a lifetime supply of sex too."

"Aren't you old now?" Kong muses, wrapping his hands over Arthit's neck.

"Not when I have you naked in my arms." Arthit pulls back, pouting. "Can you not wear any clothes... You are so beautiful."

"Shut up." Kong warned with a red face, failing miserably to hide his smile.

"I'm serious." Arthit grabs Kong's wrist above his head. "Look how sexy you are... I want to keep devouring this stunningness."

"We should go... I have to meet Aera." Kong looks at the door.

"Not important..." Arthit rubbed his hard dick against Kong's, kissing his damp cheek. "You want me to go out like this?"

"Urgh..." Kong whined, albeit wrapping his ankles tightly over Arthit's back. "Finish it quickly."

"We can always steal a few minutes, Bunny, not a new thing."

It had started by stealing a few minutes, quick glances, secret touches, fleeting moments of warmth. And now, even after everything, they were still the same. Stealing time, stealing breaths, stealing each other's hearts over and over again. And if that was a crime, then they were more than happy to be guilty forever.

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