Arthit groaned softly as he stretched his aching muscles. It was Monday and he has a hungover, and he really did not want to get up to go to work.

He tried to look for his phone, wanting to know the time in clock

He knew that it had to be after five-thirty in the morning, because Kong was already up and most likely went for his morning run. Arthit hadn't heard the alarm go off, though, so when he saw that it was already a quarter 'til seven, he bolted upright, instantly regretting the sudden movement as his head started to both throb and spin at the same time.

"Ohhhhh"

He really ought to know better than to drink that much before a work day. Holding his head in his hands, he took a few deep breaths to try and quell the nausea. After a moment or two, he finally felt like he could move without either meeting the floor or losing what little food was left in him from last night.

As quickly as he was physically capable of doing, Arthit got up, showered, shaved, and dressed. Feeling marginally more human, he made his way into the kitchen and found a cup of pink milk waiting for him as well as some toast and strawberry jam on the kitchen counter

"Oh Kongpob..... "

Arthit sighed softly and took the cup of pink milk as well as the toast and jam to the table and sat down. For years Kong had gotten up before the roosters crowed - so to speak - and he used to try to get Arthit to start his day with him. Arthit just wasn't a morning person, though, and more than once his attempts had landed them in an argument.

Eventually Kong has accepted that Arthit simply needed some extra sleep, so he had taken to letting him sleep longer and making sure that there was breakfast waiting for Arthit. What he made always varied, the cup of pink milk, however, did not

Arthit grimaced as he took a swig from the 'Not so cold' pink milk, because he overslept and Kong would have taken it out from the fridge hours ago, but he couldn't be bothered to get up and grab something else. A glance at the clock told him that he had to hurry if he was going to make on time today.

As he wolfed down his toast, Arthit caught a glimpse of one of his favorite pictures of Kong. It hung on the wall opposite the table, and in it, he was standing next to his beloved car, which he bought after his first successful project since his accident. To this day, it was his pride and joy.

Arthit remembered the day the picture was taken so well. Kong had spent so much time and hard work to make that project successful, not because he wasn't good at what he was doing, but because he was still in rehab for the injuries he had sustained during his accident, in which Arthit almost lost him. He had been so frustrated and worried that he would no longer be able to do what he loved, that because of his physical weakness his passion would be taken away as well as his career.

The day that picture had been taken, he was appointed as a Marketing head, after the huge success of his project and Arthit had been so proud of him. he had insisted on taking the picture when they went to the showroom to get the delivery of Kong's favourite car. At first Kong had been reluctant of posing for the picture, since he didn't like the reminder of his body's failings, he had to use crutches to really get around, and he was still wearing braces, though they were hidden by his pants. but Arthit managed to convince him after agreeing that he wouldn't have to have them in the picture with him.

To anyone who didn't know about it, it simply looked like a man proudly showing off a new car. To Arthit, it was infinitely more. Kong was smiling......beaming, even, but his eyes were tightened and the knuckles on his right hand were white as he grasped the door of the cat in order to remain upright. There were several tiny cues his body conveyed that were tell-tale signs of the strain he was under, both physically and mentally. That picture showed how much Kong, No...how much They, had overcome. And the smile on Kong's face reminded Arthit every day that the love they shared, no matter what life might throw at them, was worth everything.

Arthit glanced at his watch and muttered under his breath

"Oh crap !!!"

He hurried to put his dishes in the sink, he didn't have time to wash them as he usually do, and ran out the door, grabbing his office bag on the way

Arthit doesn't like to use his car in office hours because of the heavy traffic on roads at that time, so he  raced to the bus stop, praying that he would be on time as he kept a wary eye on the dark gray sky looming above. In weather forecast, they had promised rain today, and Arthit dreaded being caught in it. He continued running as fast as he possibly could, and when he was within sight of his stop he let out a vehement  "Shit !!"  as he watched his bus close its doors and pulled away. The next one would be there in fifteen minutes, but that would still make him almost half an hour late to work. Arthit slumped into the metal seat, trying to regain his breath and his composure as he waited not-so-patiently for the next bus. His head was pounding again from the exertion.

When he finally made it to his office, he was greeted by an anxious Prin who warned him that David, his boss, was in a bad mood today and wanted to see Arthit as soon as he walked through the door. She handed him, his coffee and mail as she had done every day for the last four years and bade him good luck. Prin was Arthit's assistant, and she and Arthit get along pretty well, she did her job and did it well, and that was all Arthit could have asked for

Arthit stopped by his cabin to drop off his bag, took a sip of his coffee, and chanced a look outside. In the three minutes he had been inside, it had started to pour down rain to the point where he could hardly see a thing.

At least he doesn't have to go anywhere today. Hopefully it'll stop before it's time to leave for home in the evening

Taking one more swig of his coffee, Arthit squared his shoulders, grabbed a pen and a pad of paper, and headed over to David's office. When he got closer to the dreaded glass-enclosed room, he could see David, and hear him too. He was yelling into the phone, and Arthit cringed internally as he realized prin was right. He was in a very foul mood, and Arthit didn't relish the idea of any of it being directed at himself

As soon as he stepped through the door, David got off the phone after a few well-chosen parting words to whoever had the displeasure of talking to him. He was standing behind his desk and leaned forward, resting his fisted hands on the surface as he glared at Arthit and barked for him to close the door

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When Arthit was finally able to return to his cabin, Prin walked up to him with an apologetic look on her face and a huge stack of files in her arms

Great......

It was nearing lunch time, and Arthit was still not even halfway through the huge pile that had been dumped on his desk. He was beyond irritated. The weather was very nicely matching his mood, dark, gray, and threatening thunder

He had asked Prin to order him a chicken sandwich for lunch. She came in with an almost fearful look in her eyes as she held out the sandwich, only, it wasn't Chicken. Arthit groaned as he took it from her

"Don't tell me...they were out, and all the good stuff was already taken ??"

She shot him an apologetic look as she nodded.

Just as his luck today, he was stuck with a tuna sandwich

Arthit fucking hate tuna

He sighed and gave Prin a half-smile. It wasn't her fault, after all

"Thank you, Prin. Go grab lunch. There's plenty left for us to do this afternoon"

She smiled as she left, admonishing Arthit to actually take a break and not work through his lunch hour

Right....as if that was even an option

Arthit sighed wistfully, eyeing the tuna sandwich with disgust. He would eat it, simply because he was starving and he didn't have time to grab anything else, but he really wished this day would just end.

Arthit had just finished his lunch, and plowed through another file, when his phone rang, Arthit picked up the phone in a haste

"Hello..."

"Hello P' How are you doing ??"

Arthit sat back in his chair, his fingers running through his hair as he let out a slow breath, releasing some of the stress that had been building all day. He felt the first real smile since he left the house spread across his face as he heard that familiar voice

He sighed out

"Kong...God, it's so good to hear your voice "

A soft chuckle caused Arthit's smile to widen

"Having a rough day, huh ??"

"You have no idea..."

They talked for a few minutes, and as they did, Arthit could feel the tension leave him, not completely, but it was much more manageable. Arthit caught himself playing with the titanium ring on his left hand, smiling softly while his husband told him about his day.

Lunch was over all too soon for Arthit's liking. He felt a little better, though, after talking to Kong. Unfortunately, the respite Kong had given Arthit during their talk didn't last for long, as the rest of the afternoon just seemed to keep getting worse the more Arthit had to delve into those files.

Arthit had never been happier for the clock to read five PM. The only problem was...it was still raining buckets outside, and in his hurry to get out of the door in morning, he had forgotten to grab an umbrella.

What the hell...

There was no point in trying to wait out the weather, so after taking a deep breath to steel himself, Arthit hurried to catch the bus home. Of course, there were enough people waiting at the stop that there was no cover to be found, and to make matters just a little worse, the bus ran late. When he got on, the driver actually apologized to everyone, saying he had been stuck behind an accident.

What the hell is with today ??

If Arthit didn't know better, He'd say it was Friday the thirteenth or something...

All he wanted to do was to sit down and just not think about anything, but it seemed neither was an option. There was only one seat left, and Arthit noticed a very pregnant lady standing by the driver. He motioned for her to come and take the seat, which she gratefully did. Arthit ended up having to stand the entire way home

The rain hadn't let up, if anything, it was raining harder, and by the time Arthit finally made it to his front steps, he felt utterly drenched. He pushed his sodden hair out of his eyes as he opened the door, glad to just be home.

Standing by the door was his husband, freshly showered and wearing his sleeping pants, Kong looked like serenity itself as he smiled at Arthit. Kong stepped up to him, holding a towel in his hands. He kissed Arthit tenderly as he began to towel-dry his hair, soaking up some of the water that was logged in it. Arthit closed his eyes, sighing softly into his mouth.

When Kong had dried Arthit's hair as best as he was able to, he put his palm on Arthit's cheek and kissed him once more on the lips.

"Welcome home, My sun"

And just like that, with a few tender touches, a smile, and a kiss, Arthit's day was forgotten. He was home, with the love of his life, his husband, Nothing else mattered.

Kong's hands drifted down to the top button of Arthit's shirt, and Arthit grinned as he gave a playful growl. Kong chuckled and shook his head, his eyes darting to Arthit's as he gave him a fond smile

"We need to get you out of these wet clothes before you get sick, 'Oon"

Arthit was touched at the gesture and let his hands slip down Kong's shoulders to his elbows. Arthit rubbed his biceps gently as he worked, enjoying the kisses Kong placed on his neck and cheeks. Kong was always so good to him, so caring and attentive, and on days like these, Arthit often wondered just how he'd gotten so lucky to have found him

Kong tugged at the bottom of Arthit's shirt to pull it free from his pants so he could undo the last buttons, and then he pushed it off of Arthit's shoulders. When he started to take off Arthit's undershirt as well, Arthit laughed

"Planning to leave me standing nude in the entryway ??"

Kong glanced up at him with a wicked grin but then shook his head

"Nah..... I brought you some dry clothes. I just wanted to put these in the laundry so we don't mess up the floors"

Arthit reached out, caressing his cheek before Kong pulled his shirt over his head, and walked out, presumably to take Arthit's clothes to the laundry room, and Arthit took the opportunity to kick his shoes off, pulling his sodden socks off as well. Just as he straightened, Kong came back into the room

Arthit still noticed the slight limp he bore. Kong worked hard to mask it around other people, but he was wholly himself with Arthit, unashamed. The pride Arthit felt, both for how strong Kong was and the fact that Kong was his, grew as Arthit watched him move. He had come so far, worked so hard, and Arthit wondered sometimes if he ever really understood just how much he admired Kong.

As if in answer to Arthit's question, Kong smiled softly and raised the towel in his hand again, drying off Arthit's chest and back. Kong leaned down, pressing a kiss between the top of Arthit's shoulder and his collarbone. His lips lingered while his hands drifted down Arthit's back to his hips as Arthit gave a quiet moan. Arthit felt him smile again, his lips not leaving Arthit's skin as kong kissed him, moving a little closer to his neck.

What had started out innocently enough, his husband greeting him after a long, horrible day, was beginning to turn into something else entirely as Arthit felt desire stirring for the handsome man he loved. He raised his head finally, determining that he was dry enough from the waist up, and Kong's lips curved into a devilish smile when he saw the look on Arthit's face

" Your fresh clothes are in here"

Kong said, hooking a finger through Arthit's belt loop and leading him into the dining room.

His pants weren't quite as wet as the rest of him, except around the cuffs, and now that he was semi-dry with his long terrible day being erased by Kong, his mind began to focus on other things

Like how he could see the way Kong's muscles flexed when he moved

And the way Kong's fingers were trailing up the outside of his thighs on their way to his belt buckle

His mind was, as always, in tune with Arthit's. As he began slipping the leather through the buckle, Kong tilted his head, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. Arthit's hands went to his hips, he ran his fingers lightly along the waist of Kong's pants, idly toying with the tie in the front. Kong sighed softly, his lips parting Arthit's as their tongues brushed. Arthit moaned at the taste of his personal paradise, and Kong pulled Arthit's belt from the loops, his fingers making short work of the button and zipper of Arthit's pants.

Kong let the fabric pool around Arthit's feet, looking into his eyes questioningly. Arthit smiled, capturing Kong's lips with his own again as he untied Kong's pants and pushed them over his hips. Kong was the one to moan this time as he wrapped his arms low around Arthit's waist, he pressed their bodies close together.

Kong grunted when Arthit nibbled at his bottom lip bending him a little. Kong pulled Arthit's boxers down, while kissing him hard in return. When they straightened again, Kong's palm slid up Arthit's thigh, making him hiss when the warmth covered his erection

"Mmm... I want you, 'Oon..."

Kong murmured, stroking Arthit slowly as he kissed him

"Want you, too baby"

Arthit breathed, breaking away just long enough to answer before  kissing him hard again. He tasted so goddamn good, like mint and chocolate. Arthit's lips ran over his jaw, down his neck, and he teased Kong's nipple with his teeth and pulled his boxers down too, let them fall to the floor. Kong groaned, his hands tangling in Arthit's hair when he sank to his knees

Arthit reached out to his left, pulling one of the padded dining room chairs out from under the table. He turned it around and then put his hands on Kong's hips, guiding him to sit down. Kong grinned, slouching in the chair as his knees spread naturally and he ran his fingers through his hair. Arthit smiled up at him, loving that confident look on Kong's face. It had taken so long to put it there again, and the sight of it never failed to make his body respond.

Arthit started where he always does, lovingly kissing the scars that ran up his calves. Kong's fingertips kneaded his scalp as he sighed softly, and Arthit felt him relax into the chair. Arthit's lips followed the raised flesh past his knees, and when he reached his thighs, he blazed a trail with his tongue, smiling when Kong squirmed

As Arthit moved closer to the top of his thigh, he raised his eyes, needing to see Kong's face. His lips, as always, were parted, the tip of his tongue peeking out. His eyes were half-closed, a small smirk on his face as the tension in his hips gave away his anticipation

Arthit smiled, loving that he knew him so well. Arthit knew that if he licked at the base of his shaft, Like this....... he'd take a sharp breath and shift his hips, Like that......
Arthit bit back a chuckle, swirling his tongue around Kong's bridge so his hands would move from his own to Arthit's hair

As his fingers tightened in Arthit's hair, Arthit moaned, the way he always do, and thoroughly enjoyed knowing exactly how to please his husband. Arthit curled his tongue around Kong's shaft, humming quietly as he whispered "Oh, fuck !!" and his hand pressed down on the top of Arthit's head, encouraging Arthit to take him further. He brushed against the back of Arthit's throat just as he swallowed, and his breathing became more shallow, faster, the rhythm guiding him

Arthit tasted that salty, slightly bitter flavor when he licked along the slit at his tip, and he knew Kong was close. He was stiff, ready for Arthit, and he traced the thick vein along his length from top to bottom. When he made his way back up again, Arthit let him slip from his lips, replacing his mouth with his hand as he stroked him gently

Kong's fingers curled under Arthit's chin, bringing his lips to his own as he ducked his head

"You're amazing,'Oon"

Kong said hoarsely

"I need you Kong...."

Arthit answered, letting his hand trailed up Kong's chest as he stood up. Arthit took a step back and held his hand infront of Kong, kong took it,confused..... but Arthit smiled assuringly at him and guided him to their bedroom. Kong settled on the bed and Arthit turned to the side table, opening a drawer in the sideboard. Grinning, he pulled out a small, innocent-looking box. Opening it, Arthit let a small size tube of lube fall into his palm and then glanced inside, frowning

"Damn, we need some more....."

He tossed the box on top of the sideboard, and when Arthit turned back to Kong, he was grinning at him mischievously

"Guess we'll just have to do a little shopping..."

Arthit groaned

But Kong's smile broadened when Arthit whispered

"Soon"

Arthit flipped the tube open, pouring some into his palm, and Kong gasped at the sight of Arthit's stiff cock glistening when he took himself in his own hands

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As they both came down from their high, After a mind-blowing round of hot....steamy.... And amazing love making session....

Arthit saw Kong smiling up at him. His expression was tender, but Arthit saw the fire smoldering in his eyes. Meeting his gaze, He said

"You're so goddamn beautiful....."

Arthit wore that look of awe that Kong has seen so often on his face, the one he never understood but loved just the same. Taking a steadying breath, Arthit leaned down, kissing Kong fiercely as he began to rock his hips again.

Soon, the sound of skin meeting skin rose over their panting curses. Arthit straightened a little, his fingertips digging into Kong's thighs as he sped up, and he could hear fragments of words from under him, but he couldn't make anything out of it

Arthit was rocking their bodies, his arms pulling kong closer to himself, hard before he pushed him down on the mattress, again. Kong did his best to hold on, trying to keep his legs tightly wrapped around Arthit's waist, while he clung desperately to his back. Kong could feel his body vibrating, wanting to chase after a release he was craving for, so badly....and he tightened reflexively around Arthit in response.

"Oh, shit...."

Came Arthit's soft curse as his fingernails suddenly dug into Kong, twice more Arthit thrust into him, and then he was motionless, his breathing labored and shaky

Time seemed to stand still for a moment before Arthit's forehead was pressed on Kong's shoulder. Kong pried his hands from the bedsheets and felt Arthit do the same with his thighs. He laughed softly, a sound of comfort and amazement, and Arthit joined him. His lips roamed over Kong's shoulders and his chest, warming him along with the words of love Arthit whispered.

Arthit's joints felt loose, his limbs weak, and he had to work really hard just to raise up and pull away from kong.

Kong was grinning at him, that lift of his lips that always made him look half-asleep. Arthit laughed, shaking his head as he pulled Kong close and kissed his lips gently

"You're unbelievable…"

Arthit whispered

"I had the worst fucking day ever. But god damn, if they all ended like that…"

Kong's grin became one of pride as he murmured

"No need to thank me, 'Oon…I believe I got just as much out of it as you did"

They stay still for a moment just smiling at each other before Arthit stood up, walking up to the washroom and brought a towel. He reached for Kong, cleaning up the mess they had made

Kong hummed as he closed his eyes, Arthit kiss him slowly. When they parted, Kong licked his lips and then opened his eyes before speaking

"I don't know about you, but I worked up an appetite. Want some dinner ??"

"Dinner sounds perfect...."

Arthit picked up their clothes from the floor, sorting through them and handing Kong his. They dressed quickly, and Arthit realized that he really was starving by the time he has pulled his clean t-shirt over his head

"What's in dinner ??"

Arthit asked hopefully

"Nothing special…"

The teasing glint in Kong's eyes told Arthit otherwise

"Just a pot roast...."

Kong shrugged.

"No way !!"

Arthit turned and went straight into the kitchen, his nose now picking out the subtle fragrance of the spices and vegetables as he went to the pot to peek inside.

Arthit heard Kong's laugh just as his arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Kong kissed Arthit's ear as he whispered

"I know it's your favorite, 'Oon. I just wanted to make sure your day ended a hell of a lot better than it started"

Touched by his words and the care he'd taken, Arthit put his hand over Kong's on his abdomen and turned his face toward Kong's with a tender smile

"Thank you....Love...."

Arthit murmured as he kissed his wonderful husband.

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A/N: Another one shot of KongArt. I hope it's good enough to make my readers rough Day better 💖💖