A/N: This is the first time I am trying to write an older Kongpob and a younger Arthit. And there are no Top and Bottom boundaries in this one shot..... so please continue if you wish to.......

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"I am tired Arthit..!!"

"What that means...??"

"It means, that I am tired !! and has no wish to continue this..... right now...... So finish off..... by yourself okay, I am sorry..."

Kong jumped to his feet and stormed out of the living room, leaving Arthit to sputter

"What.....I..... I...... P' Kong..........??"

Arthit groaned in frustration. His solid hard wood' started to deflate. He sat on the couch, pants around his ankles, wracking his brain out, trying to think of what he could have possibly done to make his husband stop Mid-blow job.

Usually Kong brooded a little before telling him when something was wrong, but Arthit hadn’t noticed him acting any differently until two minutes ago when his usual enthusiastic oral technique sputtered to a halt. He slammed his head back against the wall a few times before standing up and following Kong’s path into the bedroom. He found his husband sitting in bed with a book open in his lap, pretending to read.

Arthit needed to get to the bottom of this.

"What did I do ?? Is it me ?? Talk to me, P'Kong "

Kong pinched the bridge of his nose in seeming irritation.

"It’s not you, Arthit, really. Maybe I am just tired of sex"

Arthit sputtered before finding his words.

"What are you talking about ?? We are both young and healthy men, How could you be tired of sex ??"

His eyes narrowed.

"Is there someone else ??"

Kong froze, a disbelieving expression crossing his face.

"No !! Of course not. How could you even..... ?? I love you more than anything Arthit. I am just not in the mood to have sex"

"But it’s more than that. This is more than just you not being in the mood. You just said..... You..... You were tired of sex ??"

"Yeah, well, that’s just the way it is. If you can’t deal with it, well..... I don’t know"

Kong’s voice softened

"If you don't what to stay with me.... I would understand"

"What are you saying, P'Kong ?? Do you want to break our marriage  ??"

"No !! It’s not that !! I want to be with you, Arthit. I..... I just don’t feel like having sex anymore, and I don’t think I will any time soon. Our life together shouldn’t revolve around the art of deep throating or Hard thrusting"

Arthit was still suspicious and.... more than a little hurt, but he let the argument drop for the time being. Kong went to bed early, but Arthit stayed up into the wee hours of the morning thinking through their relationship. He and Kong were together from almost six years..... And Married from two years...... They were...and they are still, very much in love with each other. They always had what he considered a healthy sex life. Kong was a diligent lover, and Arthit thought he had been able to please him in return.....

Could Kong have been faking enthusiasm for all those years ??

Was he not attracted to Arthit anymore ??

Was there really no one else ??

Something didn’t add up.

The next day, Arthit went through his daily routine, but he couldn’t get Kong’s words out of his head. He couldn’t shake the feeling, that when Kong said tired of sex.... he really meant tired of you.

Kong had said he still loved Arthit, and he sounded so sincere, Arthit couldn’t believe Kong had been faking the sentiment. That didn’t explain Kong’s new No Sex policy, though.
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When he met Bright at the gym late that afternoon, he was a wreck.

"Hey, Bright...."

Arthit said, as Bright hopped on the seat next to him.

"What’s wrong ??"

"What do you mean ??"

"Arthit..... When you are in a bad mood, it’s like there is a black cloud of emo around you, and it brings everyone around you down too"

Arthit waited until they finished warming up before he answered Bright’s question. They were at the free weights because it was a tricep day. Arthit finished his first set of overhead extensions when he finally blurted it out.

"It’s P'Kong"

"Trouble in paradise ??"

Arthit shot a glare at Bright. Bright mouthed the word SORRY to him.

"He says he is tired of sex"

"Shit !!"

Bright said as he dropped his weight, narrowly missing his right foot.

"You can’t tell me something like that when I am lifting the weight"

"You asked....."

"Yeah, but I thought it was going to be something like...... Like He wants to adopt your first baby from China and You want one from Transylvania......"

"We are not having kids Bright !! Wait, Transylvania ?? Have you ever heard of anyone adopting a baby from Transylvania ??"

"I don’t remember...."

"Do you even know where Transylvania is ??"

"Of course, it’s in…..Siberia ??"

"Not even close. And Siberia is not a country"

"Really ??"

"Yeah really...."

Arthit said and laid back on the bench while Bright handed him some dumbbells, so he could start his French presses.

"He couldn't be cheating on me right ??"

He asked, after he finished his set.

"Are you kidding me ?? P'Kong is like a  complete gentleman. I can’t believe how you got him to fuck you..... without putting a ring on your finger first”

Arthit started laughing. Bright laughed with him too.

Arthit worked through another 10 reps..... silently, Bright was looking at him curiously when he sat up.

"What ??"

"We are going to spend the 'Friends Night' together..... You are too stressed up right now, you need to loosen up a bit"

"You mean by that.... to be drunk with you, right ??"

"Hell yeah..... Booze and music..... and we are not going to talk about P'Kong, the whole evening"

Arthit just nodded his head. They finished their workout and then hit the sauna. Arthit wasn’t really in the mood to face Kong so he went back to Bright’s place, texting Kong to tell him where he was and not to wait up for him. They ordered some takeout, watched some movies, and then spent a solid hour chatting about senseless things. Arthit tried not to think about Kong, but it was hard to put him out of his mind, especially with Bright going on and on about how lonely he is without a partner in life.

Bright did his best once they got to the club though, giving a running commentary on the all the men and women there he had slept with. After two rounds of beer, Arthit already knew more than he ever wanted to know about Bright’s sex life.
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It was after 3 o’clock in the morning when Arthit stumbled out of the cab, but he managed to get inside the house quietly, strip off his clothes, and crawl into bed without too much trouble.

"Arthit...."

Kong mumbled when the bed shifted under Arthit’s weight.

"Went out with Bright...,"

He hiccuped.

"Drunk like a dumb...."

"Like a dumb...??"

Arthit hiccuped again loudly

"You know, so I would forget everything...."

Kong stared at Arthit with worry, but Arthit was out cold.
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Arthit woke up the next morning feeling like he had a mouth full of cotton balls and a train running through his skull. He fumbled around trying to find his cell phone to check the time when his hand hit a glass of water. Rubbing his eyes, Arthit sat up and found a bottle of aspirin next to the glass. Kong must have left them for him when he got up. It was the type of caring gesture that made Arthit even more confused by Kong’s sudden lack of desire for intimacy.

Arthit gratefully drank the water and then stumbled into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the scent of the bar still lingering on him. The thoughts that had been forgotten the night before still existed in daylight, so his mind drifted to Kong until the water started to run cold. At least he had work to distract him. He was a teacher at the same school he has attended as a student.  Arthit had few classes today and staff meetings all afternoon, so after a quick breakfast, he headed into school. He occupied himself for the rest of the morning, finished up the last of his grading and clearing a lot of paperwork off of his desk.

At lunch, he met up with Knott, his best friend, at a small restaurant near the school.

"So what's wrong ??"

Knott asked before he even sat down.

"Why does something have to be wrong for me to ask you to lunch ??"

"Because that's the only time you ever ask me to lunch"

Arthit rolled his eyes. Of course, Knott was right. He had asked Knott out to lunch because he wanted his take on his current situation.
He decided not to beat around the bush.

"It's P'Kong"

Knott raised his right eyebrow

"What did you do ??"

"Why do you think I did something ??"

Knott put his hands over the table and look up at him.

"Arthit, if anyone is going to screw things up between you and P'Kong, it's not going to be him"

"Hey !! I resent that !!"

"It's nothing personal, it's just that P'Kong is so mature. He behaves so calculated about everything..... I bet he even irons his socks"

"He does not iron his socks, well, maybe his dress socks. Wait...... you think I am not mature enough ??"

"No.... No, you know I love You. What I mean is, P'Kong is not going to play games with you or fool you around"

Arthit chewed on his food thoughtfully before replying,

"Exactly. He doesn't play games. That's why I don't understand what's going on"

"What happened ??"

Arthit hung his head down, unable to meet Knott's eye

"He doesn't want to have sex with me anymore"

"What ??"

"He stopped, mid-blow job, mind you, and told me he was.... tired of sex "

Knott sat back and blinked. It was hard to catch him off-guard, but he looked absolutely dumbfounded. When Arthit opened his mouth to say more, he put up his hand to stop him. He watched as his eyes narrowed, like he was concentrating very hard to put the pieces together.

"You know, I really, really hate to think this......"

He said slowly.

"But maybe he is....... Sick !!"

"You think he is sick ??"

"Well, if he has lost his sex drive it could be the sign of a medical problem"

"Oh God !!"

Arthit started to hyperventilate

"What kind of medical problem ?? You think he has cancer ??"

"Arthit, please calm down. It's probably not something that serious"

"It has to be something serious enough to stop having sex because of it !!"

"Maybe it's just herpes or something"

"You think he slept with someone else ??"

Arthit's voice was loud enough that others were starting to stare.

Knott reached out to grab his hand.

"P'Kong is definitely not the cheating type. Forget I even suggested it. There must be some other explanation. A lot of things can cause a lowered sex drive"

"But nothing like this has ever happened before"

"Does he take any medication ??"

"Just for allergies"

"You should check the side effects on it, just to be sure. That's probably all it is"

Knott did the best he could to reassure Arthit over the course of lunch, but it was obvious he was now more preoccupied. After lunch, he returned to school, but he was so worried about Kong, he barely made it through the staff meetings.
When he got home, he began making dinner to distract himself, but as soon as it was done, he started pacing back and forth the length of the kitchen. Finally when the front door creaked opened, Arthit hurled himself into Kong's arms, planting a searing kiss on his lips.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, Arthit"

Kong said, trying to disentangle himself from his husband.
Arthit clung to him though, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in Kong's neck.

"P' Kong ??"

He asked, his words muffled by Kong's skin.

"Yes"

Arthit pulled back a little to look at him.

"You would tell me if something was wrong, right ??"

"Of course, Arthit"

"I mean, like with your health. Is there anything you want to tell me ??"

"I am fine. I promise. Where is this coming from ??"

"Well, I was talking to Knott today"

Arthit ignored Kong's soft groan and kept talking.

"I told him about your 'New sex policy', and he gave me the idea that maybe you were sick or something. Sometimes medicine lowers your sex drive"

"Oh, Arthit....."

Kong said softly, cupping Arthit's face in his hands.

"I would tell you if something was wrong with my health"

"I know that"

Arthit sighed.

"I just want to understand where you are coming from"

Kong released Arthit and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have just reached a point in my life where I am more interested in pursuits of the mind than pursuits of the body"

Arthit rolled his eyes and was about to argue, but the oven timer rang and he decided to drop the matter temporarily. He still fully intended to get to the bottom of Kong's sex strike, but for now, he was just relieved that Kong was physically okay.
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The next day, Arthit decided to meet the last person who can help him, Kong's best friend Aim. Aim and Kong were both friends from a very early age. It was through Aim that Arthit knew Kong, they were introduced when Aim and Knott's sister May started dating. Though Arthit thought Aim was a nice person, they never really hung out unless either Kong, Knott or May was present.

"What's wrong ??"

Aim asked immediately when Arthit appeared in his bakery that morning.

"Why does everyone ask me that ??"

"For one, you wear your heart on your sleeve. For another, you have never come into this bakery without Knott or Kong in tow"

"Well, I am not very fond of Cakes and pastries"

Arthit said defensively. He had always been a little chubby growing up, so he had adopted a fairly strict diet and workout policy as an adult.

"Oh, I am sorry. I mean, I know you are a great baker and all"

Aim smiled

"I don't take offense"

Aim said with a gentle smile.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong with Kong ??"

"How did....."

Arthit started, before shaking his head.

"You know, this is actually kind of embarrassing"

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but may I point out that you are the one who came to me"

"You know P'Kong very well"

"I have known him from a long time"

"I know it's not fair of me to ask you this, but has he said anything to you lately about being unhappy with me ??"

"Are you kidding me ?? Kong adores you. He still swoons over you like a schoolboy. It's a little irritating sometimes"

"Really ??"

"Yes"

Arthit grinned in spite of himself, until he remembered why he was seeking Aim's help in the first place.

"Well if that's true, then this is even more confusing"

"What happened"

"P'Kong, he said, well..... he said he is tired of sex"

"Tired of sex ?? That doesn't even make sense"

"He said he was more interested in 'Pursuits of mind' "

Aim opened his mouth to say something but then snapped it shut.
Suddenly his eyes grew wide, and he let out a heavy sigh

"Kong, you idiot"

"What ??"

Arthit was surprised at Aim's words.

"Have you checked the calendar lately ??"

Arthit pulled out his cell phone and opened his calendar.

It was 18 July. That meant Kong's 35th birthday was in a week and a half. The fact that he was Ten years older than Arthit never seemed to bother him before. It wasn't like Ten years was that big of a difference..... At least for Arthit it wasn't. They met when Arthit was 19 and Kong was 29. Occasionally Arthit would tease Kong about his growing age, but it was all in good fun. Or so Arthit thought.

Clearly though, Kong was hung up on getting older.

Aim assured Arthit that it was the definite reason behind Kong's odd behaviour, because few days ago he himself told Aim...... That he thinks he will look way older than Arthit after 5- 6 years or so...... And maybe not as handsome as now, and he is dreading to reach at that point.

Aim couldn't believe himself that Kong was taking it that serious.

Arthit didn't know what to do. He couldn't just confront Kong about it. He would never admit to being sensitive about his age.

Arthit decided instead to go for the subtle approach.

That evening when Kong got home, Arthit tried to act like nothing was wrong. He suggested ordering takeout, Once they were sated and full of Pad Thai and spring rolls, Arthit decided to enact his plan.

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight ??"

"Sure"

Arthit pretended to sort through the On Demand movie choices, but the truth was he had already made his selection.

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

"Tom cruise is really hot, isn't he ??"

"Oh, yeah, I guess so"

"You guess so ?? I mean, he is almost 60 and he still looks incredible"

Kong gave a grunt in response, but Arthit couldn't tell if he were agreeing or just trying to get Arthit to shut up so he could pay attention to the movie.

"I really like him you know, and I am feeling so hot after watching him on the screen"

Arthit ventured. Kong sighed and pressed 'pause' on the remote.

"Why ?? Do you have him hiding in the bedroom or something ??”

"No, it’s just that men seem to get better with age"

"Really...."

Kong’s reply was short.

Arthit decided not to push it any further and snuggled up against Kong while they finished the movie instead.

The rest of the week, Arthit tried to drop as many hints as possible about how sexy he found older men to be. He forced Kong to watch Ocean’s Thirteen to show off his adoration of George Clooney and Brad Pitt. He also made it a point to turn on CNN every night. It was probably too much media saturation, though, because Kong started to get suspicious of Arthit’s crush on Anderson Cooper.

"I am starting to think you are going to leave me for him"

"He is sexy, P' Kong. Even you can admit that"

"He is alright"

"Alright ?? He is a silver fox !!"

Kong looked at Arthit curiously but didn’t say anything.
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Because these days..... Arthit wasn’t getting any when he had been used to almost daily sex, he was desperate to get his Kong back, the Kong who used to wake him up with blow jobs, the Kong who would take him.... or let him, take him on any surface in the apartment right then and there because he couldn’t wait another second to touch Arthit's bare skin against his own.

On Friday, Arthit told Kong that his friends were planning on throwing him a party the next day. He had been dreading the moment, but he had to do it. Aim wanted it to be a surprise party, but Arthit knew his boyfriend better than to allow that.

Kong grumbled about it all day on Saturday, to the point where Arthit went out for emergency grocery shopping just to get out of the house.

By the time they headed to the party, Arthit was just ready to get it over with. They walked into Aim’s place without ringing the bell. Kong didn’t want to bring extra attention to himself. He figured that Aim would probably make everyone shout ‘surprise’ even though he knew about the party, or find some other way to put him on the spot. Arthit was inclined to agree.

As soon as they walked through the front door, they were assaulted by, Dinosaurs...... There were dinosaurs everywhere, balloons shaped like dinosaurs, a ‘Happy Birthday Kong’ banner with tyrannosauruses on it, and when they wandered into the kitchen, there was even a brontosaurus cake sitting on the counter.

The kitchen was empty save for Bright getting a beer from the fridge, so he was the first to spot them. Curiously, he was wearing a party hat with cartoon dinosaurs all over it.

"Hey, P' Kong How does it feel to be over the hill ??"

"That’s 40...."

Arthit tried to cut Bright off with...

"Kong’s only 35"

"And I don’t turn 35 until Monday"

"Well, when my cousin turned 35, she started having all kinds of health problems. She started getting these crazy stomach pains, and her doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong. She had to go see a bunch of specialists and get all kinds of tests done"

Arthit was making the universal sign for ‘shut the fuck up’ behind Kong, but if Bright noticed, he took no heed.

"Did they ever find out what was wrong ??"

"Yeah, I forget what it’s called, but now she’s on about ten medications and is probably going to have surgery. Getting older sucks, dude"

"So...."

Arthit interjected loudly.

"What’s with the dinosaurs ??"

"Yeah !!"

Bright came over and clapped Kong on the shoulder.

"It’s a..... 'Things that are older than P' Kong’ party' !! We couldn’t think of anything else besides dinosaurs !!"

Kong gritted his teeth

"Thanks"

Arthit shot Bright a glare and grabbed Kong’s hand, leading him out to the back deck where Knott, May and Aim were gathered with the other early-arriving guests.

Everyone greeted Kong enthusiastically, and Arthit sat down warily beside him at the table. Moments later, Knott set two large margaritas in front of them which raised Arthit’s spirits immensely. A drunk Kong was a much more complacent Kong.

It seemed as though Aim had invited everyone Kong was even loosely connected with. Arthit and Kong had barely sat down when people started arriving in droves. For a couple hours, Arthit let himself enjoy the company of his friends and acquaintances. He was much less social during the school year when he was bombarded with lesson planning, grading, so it was nice to catch up with his circle of friends. He only briefly left Kong’s side, though, keeping one eye on him the whole time.

As the party wore on, Kong looked far too downtrodden and far too sober for Arthit’s liking. He knew Kong was trying to be a good sport, but every time someone wished him a happy birthday, Arthit could see him wince. He was pretty sure no one else could tell how uncomfortable Kong was, but Arthit knew him too well.

Arthit vainly hopes that a party would at least make Kong feel cared for and respected. Everyone loved Kong, and the turnout to his party was a testament to that, but it wasn't helping him snap out of his stupid, getting-older funk. When he turned down a second margarita, Arthit knew he was definitely not getting laid tonight also................. and it really started to sink in, that he had no way of knowing how long Kong was going to refuse him.

Eventually, watching Kong pretending to enjoy the party became too much to bear. It didn't help that Bright kept making jokes about him getting old, oblivious to Kong's discomfort. It also didn't help that May kept referring to him as

"The birthday boy"

She was putting candles on the cake when Arthit intervened, grabbing Kong and pulling him through the house to the front porch for some privacy.

"Everything okay ??"

Kong asked, faking innocence.

"You are miserable, P'Kong"

"No I am not !!"

"Yes, You are...."

"You know I appreciate the trouble Aim, Knott and everyone went to putting this together, it's just..."

He trailed off.

Arthit couldn't hold it in anymore, he needed to confront this.

"P'Kong, I know why you don't want to have sex anymore"

Kong cringed but didn't say anything. Arthit took it as a sign to continue and reached out to grab Kong's hands.

"You know that our age difference doesn't bother me, right ?? It's really not that big of a gap"

Kong sighed heavily.

"You say that, but you are not even 25 yet. You have only been out of college two years. When we go out, guys are always hitting on you. You could take your pick. Why would you want to stay with me ?? I am just going to keep getting older"

Arthit shook his head in disbelief.

"P'Kong, you are the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. Just as many guys hit on you when we go out, and you know it. What has gotten into you ??"

Kong turned his head, avoiding Arthit's eyes. Arthit released Kong's hands and forced Kong to look at him.

"P' please tell me"

"Okay"

Kong took a deep breath.

"I found a gray hair two weeks ago"

Arthit's jaw dropped.

"A gray hair !! You stopped having sex with me because of....... ONE GREY HAIR !!"

"Well, that wasn't the only reason, but that's what set me off, Yes"

"I can't believe you !!"

Arthit shouted.

"Why are you getting so upset ?? It was really traumatic for me !!"

Arthit started pacing back and forth across the small front porch. All of the worrying he had done and the trouble he had gone through to figure out what Kong's problem was, and it turned out he was freaked out about a gray hair ??

Arthit had been trying to reconcile the idea that he might not have sex again in his life..... while Kong was flipping out for the sake of vanity ??

He was jerking off in the shower while Kong pouted about something so trivial ??

What was almost worse than all of it..... was that he knew he couldn't make Kong feel any better about it. It wasn't like he could reverse the aging process for him.

Arthit stopped in his tracks.

"I think there's something I need to tell you"

"What ?? What is it, Arthit ??"

Kong's voice was full of concern.
Arthit took a deep breath.

"I am not proud of this. And I am really sorry I have kept this from you for so long"

"You have been keeping something from me ??"

Kong quickly masked the shock from his face.

"I am so sorry, P' Kong. I love you so much. but please.... Just hear me out"

Arthit waited for Kong to nod in encouragement.

"You know about my monthly appointment with my Physiotherapist ??"

"For your back injury when you fell off the horse on your uncle's ranch"

Kong filled in.

"Well, I did fall off a horse four years ago, but the truth is, my back's fine now"

"What are you trying to tell me ??"

"I don't go to the Physiotherapist every week. I...... I go to the salon"

"Salon ??"

Kong's eyes widened.

"I started going grey...... when I was only 21. I was so self-conscious about it, and I have been dying my hair ever since"

"You what ??"

"You freaked out over one gray hair. One.....!! Well, you should know you are dating a man with a much more unfortunate case of premature graying"

Kong was staring at Arthit with disbelief.

"It bothers you, doesn't it ?? I am not this hot young thing you like to tote me as, Not Anymore.....hun ??"

A pair of reassuring lips were on Arthit's in the next moment, cutting off his words. Arthit clutched onto Kong tightly as he deepened the kiss. He had no idea what this revelation would bring, as he tried to lighten the weight of having grey hairs from Kong's mind and shoulders, so he clung to Kong in desperation, pressing his body to fit against him.

Kong broke the kiss, stepped back, and leaned against the porch railing, grabbing Arthit's hand to keep contact while Arthit settled beside him.

"I am sorry, I have made such a big deal about this. I never meant to make you feel bad.... because of it"

Kong started.

"You stopped having sex with me..... of course I was going to feel bad"

"You are just so gorgeous and young, and I was worried that, at some point our sex drives aren’t going to be in sync with each other. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to give you an out....."

"That was stupid, P' we are married"

"I know, I know....... I am so sorry I flipped out on you"

Kong squeezed Arthit’s hand as he continued

"I am even sorrier you felt like you had to hide your own insecurities from me"

"So it doesn’t bother you that I have gray hair ??"

"What ?? Arthit..... of course not"

"And you know that I wouldn’t find you any less attractive if you had a head full of gray hair. You can color it or not, it doesn’t matter to me. I love you, not your hair"

Kong tugged Arthit into another kiss, breaking it to let their foreheads rest against each other.

"Maybe we should just go gray gracefully and prematurely together"

Arthit pulled back and raised an eyebrow at his smiling husband.

"If you are thinking that I would let YOU 'Off the hook'.....this easily, you are sadly mistaken P' ??

Arthit said with an evil smirk.

Kong gulped in fear....

"What do you mean....??"

"You have made me worried so much...... N all that was, because of a Goddamn grey hair, You need to pay for the torcher you have bestowed upon me n my poor Junior....down there"

Arthit said, pointing his finger at his crotch and Kong gulped again.
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"Come on Kong..... it's time for cutting the cake....."

Aim called, from behind them and Arthit pulled a very dazed looking Kong inside the house.

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When they reached home Arthit walked towards their bedroom without a single word to Kong.....

Kong tried to control his palpating heart and walked into the bedroom and noticed that the shower was running. Opening the bathroom door he slipped inside.

"Arthit, baby can we talk ??"

He asked. The curtain slid open to reveal a wet and completely nude Arthit.

"P' Kong, I want you naked and in the bed when I get done here. You are going to pay all night long for making me miserable these past few weeks"

A shudder rolled down Kong's back and the curtain slipped closed again.
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To be Continued...........

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A/N: I am going to post the next part soon...... 😜😜

Till then, you can tell me what you think about this chapter 💖💖