Arthit's POV ---------

I entered the dark house quietly. I was home after a week long buisness trip, I Came back, a night before my schedule to surprise my Husband and my Angel, But my flight got delayed and now it's almost midnight.... They must be sleeping right now.

When I opened the door of my bedroom, a satisfactory smile crossed my lips, watching my beautiful husband sleeping peacefully, in my clothes while hugging my pillow tightly in his arms. I walked towards the bed, dropping my coat at the side chair, getting on the bed, I looked at his calm face....

"Oh ... I missed you Kong!!"

I layed down beside him as still as I could. Careful not to wake him, I turned my head to watch him, his face the picture of innocence, his long eyelashes splayed across his high cheekbones and his breath flowed across my face.

He moaned lightly in his sleep, clutching the pillow impossibly closer, drawing my attention to his slightly parted lips, as I saw.....he was biting his lower lip sensually. I muffled a groan, and losing my will to let him sleep, my hand reached up to run the tips of my fingers along his brow, across to his ear and down his jaw. His eyes fluttered open and I scooted closer to face him.

"Hey, baby.....you are home....."

He greeted, a surprised smile gracing his sleep hazzed features.

"Yeah.... wanted to surprise you"

I replied, brushing my lips over his when I spoke.

"Having a Good dream ??"

I gently rocked my hips into his to make my point. His easy smile disappeared, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he tried to focus on my words and not the sensation of my hips grinding into his.

"Mhmm......."

He mumbled dreamily as I lightly trailed kisses along the underside of his jaw.

"I was dreaming of you 'Oon"

He confirmed, rolling me onto my back and pressing open-mouthed kisses to my neck.

I went to respond but the realignment of our bodies caused both of our hardness pressed together and my mind once again went blank, throwing my line of thinking......off track.

"I missed you Kong"

I pulled him closer, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging on it. Immediately, his tongue flicked across my teeth, begging for entry. I released his lip and ran my tongue over the freshly bitten bright red skin to soothe it.

"Did you missed me as much as I do ??"

I enquired, quirking my eyebrow inquisitively. His right hand shot up into my hair answering my question by pulling me toward him as he kissed me. I pressed myself back into him just as hard, deepening the kiss, tongues entwining and exploring each other. Instantly, I felt overheated from his attentions and needed more. Gasping for air, we broke apart and our foreheads found each other, hazel eyes meeting black ones.

I rolled him on his back and hovered over him. after opening my shirt and throwing it away behind me, I worked on his clothes. I wanted to feel his soft smooth skin under my fingertips as soon as possible.

I slipped my knees between his parted legs and poised over him, running my lips down his neck and chest, kissing lightly as I went down, sucking his nipple into my mouth, harshly....

He arched his back, clutching my hair between his fisted fingers.

"Oh Arthit...... slowly baby it hurts....."

"Can't help it love..... Watching you sleeping in my clothes, hugging my pillow, dreaming about me, moaning and biting your lips......"

"What were you expecting 'Oon, you left me alone for a whole week"

"Oh really !! I m sorry my darling husband, but be ready my love, because.... YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO WALK PROPERLY FOR A WHOLE WEEK NOW"

Kong's eyes darkened with my words.

I dipped my face to his chest again and licked my way down the hard lines of his stomach. My mouth hovered only centimetres above his achingly hard cock and I planted a firm kiss on the tip and licked my lips enticingly and took him in.

Kong's hand found its way from my shoulder to my hair, massaging my scalp in circular motions. I moaned at his touch, sending vibrations through him. Speeding up, I swirled my tongue around the head, rubbing the underside of his cock on every down stroke and lightly grazing him with my teeth on every slide.

He closed his eyes in pleasure, I pulled my mouth from him for few seconds and looked at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for breaths. I clamped my teeth down..... hard on his hip bone and his eyes flew open.

"Watch me..."

I commanded, a teasing smile at my lips before taking his length back into my mouth. Not wasting any time, I continued my ministrations, occasionally taking him into the back of my throat, intensifying his pleasure, every time I groaned in response to his moans and thrusts. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and his attention was caught by my hand reaching above and tugging at his nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Kong tried to close his eyes again, I shook my head at him and held my hand out in a request for his.

"Please Jaan....look at me"

He accepted the offered hand and placed his hand in mine, tangling our fingers and brought them to his lips and kissed my palm.

While his eyes held my gaze, I could able to feel the tightly wound coil in his belly, threatened to spring free and he tugged my hair in warning. I groaned at the feeling of my hair being pulled, the vibrations from my groans more intense with the head of his cock against the back of my throat. Skimming my fingers over his sensitive nipples, flicking them with the tip of my fingernails, I promptly pushed him over the edge. He came hard, groaning and moaning, holding nothing back. I could also feel every muscle in his body tensed to capacity, relaxing and burning and screaming with pleasure. I ran my tongue back up to his stomach and stopped when I reached at his chest, sucking his nipple into my mouth and tugging it with my teeth, prolonging his orgasm.

Kong arched his back, his body responding by bucking his hips as I tugged his nipple harder. Taking advantage of his position, I moved my hand under his hips and held them in midair, hitching his leg over my thighs, knowing he would copy with the other. I continued to suck harder on his nipple.

I leaned over him and kissed the pulse point on his neck before bringing my face up to just inches in front of his mouth, and licked his clenched teeth, twisting his tongue with mine the second they fell open.

Gasping for breath, I tore my lips from his and placed them back at his throat, nipping tenderly while he road down his high. I ran my nose up and down his neck, breathing in his heady scent.

"I missed you Kong, so damn much"

He beamed, his lips spread into his signature crooked smile as his fingers brushed against my scalp.

"I need you Kong, right this minute"

His grin left his face and was replaced with hungry heavy lidded eyes as he removed his fingers from my hair and reached for the lube in the bedside table to his left.

"Take me Arthit"

He replied and moved from between my legs and settled on his hands and knees in front of me, and I smiled as I kissed the nape of his neck and ran my hand down the curve of his spine. The distinct click sound of the lube bottle opening sent a shiver down his spine, which I felt under my fingertips. I coated myself with lube and pressed to enter in my own personal heaven.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure and the feeling of being complete. When he pushed back onto me, I took the hint and rocked forward inch by inch, filling him and moaning out his name like a prayer. After a few steady thrusts, my need took over and I started erratically slamming into him. One hand trailed up his back and tangled in his hair, pulling a little harder than usual, and he quickly caught on, that I wanted him to sit up. I moved backwards with him, sitting on my heels but never leaving the tight embrace,Wrapping my arms around him, my fingers firmly gripped his hips and lifted his upper body as we pulled apart, slamming back together with more power, the new position driving me further inside him. I grasped his hand in mine and guided it to his own cock, wordlessly instructing him to pleasure himself without pausing in my constant forcefull thursts. He matched my pace with every groan until I brushed his hair out of my way and twisted his neck slightly to lock lips with him, settling for biting and soothing his jaw when his neck inevitably veered back into a more natural position. Shifting my hips minutely, I forcefully rubbed along his prostate. He cried out loudly and I went onto hit it three more times before he threw his head back onto my shoulder.

"Baby, I am com...."

His orgasm cut him off short and wiped the speech centre of his brain clean. For the second time that night I felt his body was ripped apart by crashing waves of pleasure, spurts landing on his chest and both of our hands. I tugged his hair harder before releasing inside him filling him with warmth. I turned his head toward me and kissed him briefly before pushing him back on to all fours and pulling out. He whimpered at the loss and I leaned over him, burying my face between his shoulder blades and breathing softly. He was well aware of how romantically I viewed him in the moments of our intimacy, as the completion of my soul and how lost I professed to be without it.

Winding my arms around him, I easily flipped him onto my side and then lay down and relaxed my body against him, resting my chin on top of his shoulder. I practically purred as he started to drift back to sleep again.

"I love you, Kong..... I love you so much"

"Me too Arthit..."

He murmured, falling back into the easy sleep he had woken up from.

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In another room at the same night, in the same house ---------

It was nearing midnight, and the five year old girl was pitching around in her bed in the midst of a dream. Her tossing head allowed her chocolate brown ringlets to shake loose from the headscarf that was supposed to prevent them from tangling. Kicking the covers off of herself in her unconscious state, Angel Rojanapat, or Angie as she was often called, soon started to shiver. Blearily, she began to awaken, opening and closing her eyes in a daze. Her young mind was disoriented, not used to being awake in the middle of the night.

Her hazel eyes cast around her room. She had her nightlight on, and moonlight streaming through her curtains, but all this light just made the shadows seem darker, and scarier. Still, Angel tried to be a big girl, closing her eyes and trying to go back to sleep. But her state of unsettlement made it impossible for her to keep her eyes shut for any length of time. Before too long, she gave up trying to go back to sleep by herself and did what she always did in this situation.

Kicking off her comforter with purpose this time, she scurried as fast as her small legs would carry her through the shadows of her room and to the door, pulling it open and running down the hall to her parents room. Glancing left to right in the dark hall with trepidation, Angel raised her fist to knock on her parents's door, wanting to sleep with them in their big, safe bed, nestled in between.

But something made her pause before she knocked. Coming from inside the room were noises she had never heard before. There were low grunts and moans, though Angel wasn't sure what to call them.

More prominently than her Dad, she heard these sounds in her Papa's voice.

"Oh Arthit..... slowly baby, it hurts..."

She backed away a little from the door, she heard her Dad's loud voice
this time

"KONG.....YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO WALK PROPERLY FOR A WHOLE WEEK NOW"

To the little girl's naive ears, it sounded like her Papa was in pain. Someone was hurting her dear Papa !!

Angel knew there was only one other person in the room with her Papa........ Her DAD.

In utter shock and fear, fear more real than the vague impressions of monsters in the shadows, Angel stood stock-still in the hallway for a few more minutes, listening to the pained sounds as her eyes filled with tears, unsure of what to do. Eventually she slowly padded back to her room, shutting her door and sliding down to the floor against it. She cried softly to herself at what she thought she had just heard occur.

In the morning --------

Kong stretched out lazily as the early morning sunshine woke him, much earlier than anybody else in the house awoke. He kept his eyes closed, only focusing on the release of tension in his muscles as he stretched, and the feel of the warm, soft, naked body lying plastered to him. He opened his eyes slowly, enjoying the sight, as always, of his sleeping husband dreaming on his chest. His fingers danced lightly over the bare skin of his back. He watched this, recalling to himself memories of last night when Arthit's fingers had danced over more salacious areas of his own body, earning him with heady groans of pleasure through out the whole night.

When the clock started to blink seven in the morning, Kong could no longer stop himself from kissing those sweet lips awake. In just a few moments, Arthit's arms were slinking around his neck and holding Kong to himself, as if he were trying to get away.

"Morning sweetness"

Arthit murmured huskily when they parted, keeping their faces close. Kong closed his eyes and smiled tranquilly.

"Good morning ' Oon"

Kong whispered back, wanting to lengthen this quiet moment as long he could. They held each other for a while, just snuggling, until Kong finally turned to the clock with a sigh.

"I think it's time to start our day....... I will prepare the breakfast"

He pointed out, weary to leave the bed but cheered at the thought of making a nice, leisurely Saturday morning meal for his husband and baby girl.

Fifteen minutes later Kong was standing at the stove making pancakes in Arthit's discarded button down from yesterday. he loved wearing clothes that Arthit had recently worn because then they carried more of his scent. he hummed tunelessly to himself as Arthit came into the kitchen and made them both a cup of coffee.

In the midst of breakfast-making, Angel finally woke up, coming downstairs as usual. What's unusual was, her angry.... stony expression, as she entered the kitchen, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table and clambering into it. She crossed her arms when she was settled.

Both her parents turned at the sound of the chair squeaking, and smiled at their daughter, ignoring for the moment...... her expressions.

"Morning baby"

Kong beamed at his daughter, and Arthit did the same, saying

"Good morning sweetheart"

From her hard gaze at the countertop, Angel turned to glare coldly at her Dad before glancing worriedly at her Papa. Her Papa didn't look hurt, but that did nothing to assuage the young girl.

Kong and Arthit furrowed their brows, exchanging looks of bewilderment.

"Is something the matter, Angie ??"

Arthit asked gently, wondering why his normally beaming little girl was looking so troubled.

Angel only responded with a tight shake of her head, glaring at the tabletop again.

Arthit and Kong just shrugged at each other, and decided to drop it for now. Eventually they would get it out of her, or she would just tell them on her own as usual.

Breakfast was a mostly silent affair. Occasionally Kong or Arthit would say something to Angel , hoping to bring out their sunny child. To her Papa, Angel would reply with as little words as possible. To her Dad, she glowered and refused to speak, the events of last night replaying in her mind. Arthit and Kong grew more and more worried.

By the end of the meal, it had become too much for Angel. Her eyes welled with indignant tears, and her parent's faces reflected their alarm.

"How could you !!"

She sobbed, staring her daddy right in the eye.

"How could you..... Dad ??"

Burying her face in her tiny hands, she cried out her worries and fears.

Arthit was panicked at this seemingly manic outburst from his daughter.

"How could I do what, Angie ??"

He asked softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder across the table. Shaking him off angrily, Angel jumped out of her seat and ran to where her Papa was sitting, scrambling into his lap and burying her face in her Papa's chest.

"Angie !! what's wrong ??"

Kong asked anxiously. Angel was a complete Daddy's girl, and her being angry or upset with Arthit was a very rare occurrence in their house.

"Baby..... Please, talk to us !!"

Kong asked again

"I.....I....."

Angel cried.

"I heard Daddy hurting you !!"

Her tears flowed stronger. Kong looked to Arthit over his sobbing daughter's head, his eyes reflecting all his concern and confusion.

"Honey, what are you talking about ??"

He questioned.

"Your Dad has never hurt me, where are you getting this from ??"

To say he was baffled would be an understatement. Kong and Arthit never even argued in front of their daughter.

"I heard it !!"

Angel wailed.

"Last night !! You said, calling Dad's name, that it hurts....... and.....and..... Dad was shouting..... that you.....You won't be able to walk properly for the whole week, I was outside the door..... I heard it all"

Arthit froze, as did Kong. Arthit watched his husband's face turn beet red in sudden understanding. In contrast, all the blood had run out of his face. That is, what was left in it after he heard his own daughter accuse him of harming his beloved.

The couple shared a mutual sigh, knowing what they would have to explain. Kong pled with Arthit with his eyes, but he responded with a stony head shake.

"She is not going to listen to me right now"

He murmured.

"You are the only one she will believe"

Kong sighed again.

"Angie, baby....."

He said softly to his daughter still crying into his chest, softly stroking her hair.

"What you heard.....it's......it's not what you think baby......all right ??Your daddy would never hurt me, not in a million years, and you have to believe me on that, okay ??"

Angel sniffed, and finally looked up into her Papa's eyes.

"Then..... then what were you doing ??"

She asked.

Kong flushed brilliantly again in mortification.

"Ummmmm.....well.....you see.... actually, it's not really important to know the specifics at the moment. You will know when you are older. All you need to know now is that..... your father and I......"

He blushed brighter, if possible,

"Were just showing each other how much we love each other, okay ?? In a way that adults sometimes do. And that's all you need to know for now. What's important is here that, Your daddy was definitely not hurting me"

"Oh....."

Angel whispered, nodding her head. She smiled softly when she finally conceded that she had been mistaken.

"Now why don't you hug your Dad"

Kong whispered in her ear.

"I am sure he needs one"

Angel turned with big eyes to her daddy, where he attempted to smile reassuringly at her, though his face was still etched with pain. Angel's misinterpretation had been very hard to hear.

Overcome with guilt of accusing her loving Dad wrongly, Angel clambered from her Papa's lap to her daddy's, where he held out his arms to hold her tightly to him.

"I am sorry Daddy"

She whispered.

"I know you would never hurt Papa and I am sorry I thought so. But you know na, I love you a lot"

She finished quietly, nestling into her dad's chest.

"That's okay sweetheart"

He murmured into her hair.

"You were just trying to protect your Papa and I don't blame you for that"

He kissed her forehead.

"Love you too my munchkin. You are a very good girl"

Kong slipped from the room towards the kitchen, to let them have their Daddy - Daughter moment alone.

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A/N: Another one shot of KongArt.
I wanted to write our boys with a baby in the house, for so long. Finally I fulfilled my wish by writing this chapter and I enjoyed it a lot, and I hope you all will like it too 💖💖