Kongpob's Pov---------

The first time I saw him.........

It was across the crowded lecture hall, and I couldn't look away.......... It had begun raining, and he was soaked to the skin. He plopped into a seat across the table from me, dropping his bag between his feet. He took off his glasses and attempted to dry them with the hem of his wet t-shirt, and laughed lightly at the wasted effort.

I reached into the bottom of my bag and pulled out a case containing my own glasses and stuff. I tapped on the table once to get his attention and offered a soft dry cloth to him, waving it a bit and pointing to my own glasses. He looked blankly at my outstretched hand, then to me and smiled, his dimples litrelly took my breath away. He nodded in appreciation and dried his glasses, then handed it back with another nod and smile. He mouthed the word 'Thanks' and I could have drowned in the depth of his hazel eyes. He seemed to shiver as he held my gaze, and although I hoped it was a reaction to me, it was probably just a chill from the rain.

The first time I heard his voice....... was a few days later, in the same lecture hall. He raised his hand to ask the professor a question, and the room went quiet. His words echoed, and after a momentary pause, the professor responded. He praised the thoughtful inquiry, encouraging the class to consider the possibilities, then answered in a way that left most of the class nodding. The only thing I registered was the warmth of his voice, and the heat that colored his face when he glanced sidelong at me. I had been caught staring, and all I could do was smile. I didn't flinch, and I was certain he smiled back as he focused his eyes back on his notes. A spark of hope bloomed in my chest......

Maybe.......

The first time he spoke my name....... was just after class that day, as we stood at the end of the corridor, watching clouds darken the sky once more. It was also the first time I touched him...... Our classmates filed out around us, bustling and annoyed as we nearly blocked one of the double doors until awkwardly shuffling aside. We stood there fiddling with our backpacks until we were alone, some anxious energy hanging between us, a fragile thing neither of us seemed to want to acknowledge.

"Kong........"

I said, to which he looked bewildered. I stuck my hand out and said it again.

"I am Kong........"

"As in King Kong.....??"

He asked, taking my hand in his.

I rolled my eyes, cursing silently.

"As in Kongpob..... And as in Moon"

He smiled at that.

"Arthit, As in Sun....."

He said with a mischievous grin.

"Nice to meet you, Kong....pob...."

I smiled, and felt his warm thumb graze my knuckles as we reluctantly released each other's hand.

"Where are you headed ??"

"I am done for the day"

I said, glad to have the afternoon free.

He nodded.

"Me too"

We walked across campus, comparing majors, home towns and living arrangements. We parted ways a block from my dorm building, and I watched him for a minute as he walked toward his own, slightly embarrassed when he caught me admiring the view of him from the back.

The first time we shared a meal....... was a week later. We left class and wandered toward a little restaurant just off campus. We slid into a corner booth, both of us gravitating towards the middle, less than an arm's length between us. It was closer than two guys would normally sit, bit neither of us shied away. We ordered lunch and talked about class, comparing opinions on the syllabus and our professor.

Our food came, and we ate quietly, occasionally commenting on the food, but mostly happy in the ease of just being together. We split the bill, left the waitress a generous tip and separated with an odd wave and a 'See you soon'

I would like to have invited him back to my room to study, but the moment passed before I could come up with an excuse for not mentioning it over lunch.

The first time...... we finally visit each other's rooms to study together, was actually at his room later that month. We were working on a class project and he offered to help me. I sat on the carpet, leaning my back to the wall as we talked about our class, and later about books and music, with him stretched out on the floor across from me, his back propped against the edge of his bed. He talked with his hands, animatedly emphasizing his statements, running his hands through his hair when the right words escaped him, a dimpled smile on his lips when I would correctly finish his sentences. I was more at ease with him than practically anyone I had ever known, and I hated the days we didn't see each other.

We ordered a pizza and moved on to other topics, sports, our families and siblings, high school. We didn't discuss past relationships, and it seemed to be like the elephant in the room. I guessed he was attracted towards me , and I hoped he knew I was too.... Just shy. I had never been in a relationship before, though I had a sort-of girlfriend briefly in high school but had never gone farther than a casual date with her. But with Arthit I wanted to go further...... I wished I had the guts, when we stood side by side in his kitchen grabbing plates to serve our dinner, to put my arm around his neck and kiss him, but I had let the opportunity slip by.....

Once the pizza was cold, and the last beer drained, it had gotten pretty late. We hit a void in the conversation, both of us yawning. I would much rather have curled up beside him and kissed him until we fell asleep, but I figured rather than take the chance of getting him upset with my sudden advances, I would call it a night and head on home. He loaned me a couple of his books to help me in project work, and walked me to the door.

"Well........ Arthit Thanks again for the books"

I stood beside the door, half facing it, waiting for his hand to reach out and twist the knob. He patted me on the shoulder, A typical friendly gesture.

"Okay.... Kong, I will see you in class"

His hand dropped to his side, and I saw his fist clench.

"Hey Kong....You know, come on over any time you want, if you need some help or whatever"

I nodded and laughed, hating that things had become so awkward.

"Thanks.... I appreciate your help"

I lifted my hand to pat his shoulder in return, but somehow our arms got tangled on the way, and we ended up with our arms around each other's waist.

Automatically....... I pulled him to me, and he stepped closer as if he was waiting for it. I stiffened immediately, wondering what the hell I had just done, but his voice, breathing my name, washed all my caution away. I dropped my bag on the floor with a thud, and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. I could feel him doing the same and my hands lightly shaking where they rested on his back.

"Arthitttttt...."

I said, my lips grazing his throat as I spoke.

"I like you Arthit"

I whispered.

He stifled a laugh.

"I am so glad to hear you say that, or this was gonna be really weird if I was alone in this feeling"

I felt his nose graze my ear, then his lips.

"Oh, Thank God"

He shifted his feet and bring our bodies into better alignment. He pulled me tighter against him, one hand low on my back, the other threading through my hair. My hands moved slowly over his back, my fingertips gently outlining the hills and valleys. He rubbed my shoulders and neck, and pulled back to look me in the eye.

"Don't go Kong....."

He said, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Are you sure ??"

"One of the few things in the world I am certain of is how right this feels. I don't want you to go"

"Okay......"

I replied, He smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met softly, sweetly. Just a peck, but another followed it, and another, slower and firmer. I parted my lips and trailed the tip of my tongue across his mouth, and smiled when he did the same. We laughed, tongues tangling, swallowing each others sounds, and stumbled toward his bed. We fell across it in a heap, hands wandering, toeing out of our shoes. When I felt him grab my ass with both fists, grinding against me hot and hard, I knew we needed to slow down. I took a deep breath and put my hands on his chest, firm and still. I pressed my lips to his jaw, then his ear.

"Hey... My Sun.....dont burn me like this..."

He ducked his head to his chin, resting his forehead on my collarbone.

"Sorry....."

He muttered,

"Got carried away....."

He wrapped one arm around my waist, keeping us close, and brought his other hand to my face. Rubbing his thumb across my cheek, he looked up at me, sweet and apologetic.

"I am not going anywhere until you kick me out"

I said

"But I don't want to rush.... I want you to love me not to fuck me... "

"Yeah...."

He placed a tiny kiss on my lips.

"You are right...."

He turned out the lights and pulled back the covers on the bed. We curled up together fully dressed, but soon realized neither of us would get any sleep like that. We stripped down to our underpants and lay back down, slowly and cautiously wrapping our bodies together, and eventually fell asleep.

That first morning.... waking up in his arms, I knew my life would never be the same.

We grew closer week by week, overlooking each others quirks, learning each others stories, becoming inseparable. We talked about how we care for each other, about our constant desire to be together, about the ache to touch whenever we were able. We had yet to say the 'Key' word, but it was there, beneath the surface of every conversation, inherent in every touch, embedded in every new level of intimacy we explored together.

The first time...... he took me out on his bike was also a night for other firsts. It was the most chilli day of the winters. We had gone for a ride early in the afternoon, but the weather turned unexpectedly nasty when we were still.... well over an hour from home. I hung onto him for dear life, shivering against his back in the icy rain, but he refused to take any dangerous risks to speed us home. By the time we made it back to his dorm room, the rain had turned to storm, and my jeans and leather jacket were soaked through. He has taken most of the brunt of it, though, in spite of having the high windshield to protect him. His hands were numb and shaking as he parked the bike, and I had to open the door when he shook too badly to hold the keys.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, we started stripping down, our discarded layers making little puddles on the hardwood floor.

"Sh.....hh.....howerrrr......"

He muttered when I helped pull his undershirt over his head. I led him by the hand, to the bathroom and turned on the tap full blast. As soon as the water was hot, I dragged him in behind me, wrapping my arms around his shivering body. The sudden heat stung like needles. It wasn't quite the way I expected our first..... shower together to happen,

But I was more concerned about pneumonia at that point. Once our tremors stopped, we dried each other off, kissing each other gratefully, glad to be home. I made us each a cup of coffee while he hung up our wet clothes and dried the floor.

We settled onto the couch, cuddled up against each other, sipping our coffee while the rain turned to snow. We turned off the lights, opened the blinds on the big window over his bed, pulled the covers up to our chins and watched the world turn dark. Things heated up pretty quickly, and soon I was eagerly returning his hungry kisses, our hands tracing familiar paths across naked skin. He broke from my lips and began kissing his way down my throat to my chest, pausing to appreciate my nipples, which made me squirm, then moving south across my abs to my hips. He pushed my legs apart and crawled between them, kissing my hip bones, my thighs, and my wrists when I reached out to touch his face. He looked up at me with those big, hazel eyes and smiled, dragging his tongue along my cock from base to head. The volume of my moan startled even me.

"Goddddd,......Arthit..."

"Shhh. Relax. Let me...."

I laughed at that. As if I would make him stop ??

He worked me over slowly, experimenting, learning his own limits, learning what made me moan, what made me twitch or thrust, memorizing the texture of my skin, my shape, my taste. He would stop now and then to stroke me, kiss my belly or my hip bone, smile at some sound I have made, or ask me if I liked whatever he had just done. It was beautiful to watch, to feel, to finally share this with him, and for him to give this First experience to me.

He pulled off me once more with a slurp and a wet dimpled smile, and before he could go back down, I flipped him over and pinned him.

"My turn....."

I said, and hoped I was as good at it as Arthit.

I started slow, knowing he was already pretty worked up. He was squirming before I had a chance to do much besides get him good and wet, and pushed me off with a grunt. I crawled my way back up to him and enjoyed the feel of his chest sliding beneath mine.

"Kongpob, baby... I need you NOW"

His hands were all over my back, settling on my ass, pulling me hard against him.

"I am right here, My Sun and I am all yours"

He craned his head to the side, granting me access to suck on the tender spot beneath his ear.

"Kong, please..."

He whined, soft and breathy.

"I want to make love to you"

I pulled back slightly, and he said it again.

"Please Kong.... and I know you want me just as bad"

He arced his hips up against mine, grinding our cocks together.

"I need to be inside you...."

He whispered, licking and biting against my throbbing pulse.

"Let me......"

"Okay......"

I eagerly replied and he hopped up from the bed and opened the bed side drawer, I guessed searching for a condom.

"I will be back in a second.... "

He said and raced to the bathroom.
He came back with a brand new box of condoms and a bottle of lube, and stopped in his tracks at the sight of me laying there, stroking myself, smiling at him. His cock twitched, and I laughed.

"God Kong...., you are beautiful"

He said, and I asked

"Beautiful.... As in King Kong way...?? "

He laughed loudly and winked at me. I held my hand out to him, laying back on the bed. He set the condom and lube on the bed, beside me and knelt between my legs. My legs were shaking.

He sat up and put both his hands on my face, kissing me softly.

"Hey....."

"I won't hurt you"

He said.

"I know You won't......"

"But..."

"We will go slow"

I picked up the lube bottle and handed it to him as I laid back down, shivering with anticipation of First Time.

He tilted his head to the side, popping his neck, and dribbled a little lube on his fingertips. He leaned down and took me into his mouth, rolling my balls in his lubed hand, slowly working his way back, massaging that spot behind my balls, and eventually teasing my virgin hole with his slick fingers.

"Mmmmmmm........."

He mumbled, his mouth stuffed full of my rock hard cock.

"More....."

I whispered.

I looked up and saw him propped on an elbow, watching me. He tucked the tip of a finger into me

"More......??"

He asked, gritting my teeth I nodded. My fingers tightened in his hair, then relaxed and combed through it gently.

He added a second finger, then a little more lube, and a third, gently moving, feeling my muscles softening minute by minute. I collapsed back onto the bed, pushing my hips toward him, panting softly. He withdrew his fingers slowly, and my head popped up with a question in my eyes. He brought the condom packet to his mouth and tore it open. I smiled and relaxed once more. He lifted my ankles and propped them over his shoulders, then dragged his cock against my slick ass.

"Ready, babe ??"

"Hell yeah....."

He pressed his head against me and I felt him slip in, past the tight ring of muscle at my entrance, and I was overcome with emotion. He felt it too because I heard him gasp and he reached to pull at my hips, drawing me in, drawing me closer.

"Oh god, Arthit..."

My chin hit my chest and I squinted my eyes, not wanting him to see me crying.

"It will be okay, Kong....."

He rubbed his thumb over my hips, soothing me to calm down.

I wiped my eyes with the inside of my elbow and nudged him to move. He slowly, shallowly, began to move, holding my ankles in his hands. I listened to every breath, every gasp and pant, every soft moan. I can feel when he hit too deep, or at a bad angle, and also when he hit my pleasure point, doing everything right, meeting each other perfectly in the middle. The intensity blew me away - The heat and the hardness of his body, his hands and words urging me on, the emotions welling for the man hovering over me, all conspired to push me close to the edge.

"I am... so close....."

"Slow down....."

He pulled back, tipping my hips, and he slipped out.

"Come Here....."

He flopped down beside me, out of breath and overwhelmed, but I was anxious to see what he had in mind. He kissed me deep and pulled me over him, to straddle him, bracing one hand on my chest and the other reaching behind me for his cock. He lifted me above his hard cock, and slowly lowered down, engulfing himself once more in my tight heat, and penetrating me with his warm hardness.

"Ahh !! Fuck, yes !!"

He smiled, I winced a bit, shifted, then settled into a gentle rocking motion. He sighed, and I knew it was as good for him as it was for me. I had to smile at the sounds in the room, the bed squeaking, our breathing, our bodies colliding. Watching the sinuous undulations of his hips as he worked under me, his body stroking me hard, and my cock slapping against his belly in time with his thurst, all quickly had me on edge once more.

I reached down to stroke myself, and he put his hand over mine. Within seconds, I painted his chest and our hands white, crying out his name to oblivion, whimpering and grunting through my high. He braced his hands on my hips and drove into me, following me over the edge moments later. I flopped forward onto his chest, smearing us both with my release. I felt my legs quiver against his sides, and he scooted away so I could stretch out. Our legs were twisted together, and our trembling fingers, as well.

I was too exhausted to kiss him, but I turned my face toward him, my nose resting against his cheek. Once we caught our breath, he pulled off the condom and dropped it on the floor beside the bed, then grabbed the tissues and dabbed off the worst of the mess, laughing at the futility.

"You okay ??"

He asked, and pulled me in for a slow kiss.

I smiled and rubbed my nose on his.

"Yeah. Better than okay...."

He kissed me again and pulled the covers up over us once more, feeling the chill seeping in around the window beside us. We shifted around for a minute until we were both comfortable, and I felt the pull of sleep. Just as I drifted off, I heard him whisper 'love you My King Kong' almost as if it were an afterthought. I held my breath for a second, wondering if I had imagined it, but I could tell he was holding his breath, too. I propped myself up on one elbow and gently nudged him to face me. I looked into those deep, hazel eyes and knew it was true. I felt the same way. Yet another...... First.

"Love you, too My Hot Sun..."

The next morning, after the best night of my life, I woke up to his head on my chest, his naked body entwined with mine, his smell in my nose and his taste in my mouth.
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Ten years later, in our own bed, in our own house, with the same man But......Now As My Husband......

It's still my favorite way to wake up.

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A/N: Another one shot of Kong-Art. After a long break......

I hope I didn't lost my touch with writting the smut 😜

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