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KONGPOB POV

He woke up to slick between his thighs and knew the next few days would be difficult as his heat was officially here. 

He'd never used toys and hadn't acquired any. Though Arthit, with his infuriating politeness, had offered to buy him any that he might want. As though Kongpob couldn't figure out how to order his own toys if he wanted them.

Just thinking of Arthit made a heat pulse between his legs and Kongpob groaned. 

His underwear felt too tight and is completely soaked. He gingerly got out of bed, noting that he'd have to wash the sheets later, and made it to his bathroom. He turned the water on and the warmth helped him relax and not think about how wet his hole was getting.

He stripped naked, tossing the clothes into the hamper and stepping underneath the warm water with a moan of relief. He knew what he had to do, but he didn't relish doing it. He carefully slid a finger into his hole, hissing as he felt a finger inside him. Using just water, he carefully rinsed most of the gathered slick.

Without a dildo or dick to drill him, it tended to just build up. Unbidden, his mind summoned the image of Arthit helping him. Arthit's finger inside of him, rather than his own. Arthit finger-fucking him slowly, praising him on how wet he was, how wet he was getting. 

Kong's hole clamped down on his finger and he whimpered, leaning against the tile of the shower. 

No. He shouldn't be thinking about this. 

He took a deep breath and pulled his finger out and tried not to feel empty. He tried to banish the image of Arthit in the shower with him. Unfortunately, living together had provided Kong with many chances to see Arthit right after he'd taken a shower. How handsome he looked with water dripping off him.And what if that wasn't water dripping off his fingers but something a little more viscous? 

Would Arthit suck his slick off his fingers like he sucked honey off his fingers? The image had no right to be as erotic as it was. Clearly, Kong's brain had become damaged in his cohabitation with Arthit Rojnapat. He simply put an absorbent pad in and went about his day, trying to ignore everything about his body. 

The cramps were bad enough that he was pretty much restricted to having just orange juice, definitely not his preferred way to start out his day. And unfortunately, every single room in the house seemed to inspire lewd thoughts. Arthit bending him over in the kitchen, Arthit eating him out on the couch. Arthit teasing him in the hallway, Arthit inviting him to Arthit's room. Kongpob wanted to blame Arthit's absence, but that would not be enough, would it? Some part of him wanted this, didn't he? 

Some secret, gathering dust in the back of his mind.He wanted Arthit, didn't he? He wanted Arthit in every way possible. Not just to have company but because he wanted Arthit to like him and he wanted to please Arthit. He wanted to be everything to Arthit.  This was inconvenient.  Kongpob had always lived alone. He had never wanted someone else before.

Arthit has not been displeased with Kongpob being the way he is, but they haven't been living as mates, so much as just housemates. And what you look for in a spouse is different than what you look for in a housemate. Perhaps he could test the waters, when Arthit got back, of them being partners. And lovers. 

Or maybe partners slowly working up to lovers. Just to make sure it's not his heat addled his brain. 

He should make a note to revisit the idea when he's not horny. When he's not thinking of rutting up against anything that might feel like Arthit. He did laundry, there's nothing sexy about laundry. Except when he went to strip Arthit's sheets, he could smell Arthit on them. Not just the soap Arthit used - Kong's soap, these days. It's much nicer on Arthit's skin and Arthit had said that he liked it, so Kongpob had gotten him his own bottle. So it's nearly like Kong's scent in Arthit's bed. His shampoo mixed with Arthit's own scent.

And he really liked that. He buried his face in the sheets, inhaling deeply. He rutted against the edge of the mattress. It's not good enough, it's not Arthit. It smelled like Arthit though. It smelled like him and Arthit. And that's what he wanted. He wanted Arthit more than anything. He wanted Arthit inside of him. He didn't want to rut against Arthit's mattress. He wanted Arthit.

"P'Arthit Khab." Kongpob moaned, rutting against the bed. He licked his lips, licking the sheets and grinding down. It wasn't enough, he needed more stimulation but didn't know how to do it. Or rather - he knew what he had to do, but he didn't want to do it. He didn't want to touch himself. He wanted to be touched, he wanted to be loved by Arthit. But he couldn't even pick up the phone to text Arthit and tell him the truth. He didn't dare say that he wanted Arthit, in case it ruined everything. 

This is what love meant, didn't it? To hold someone so dearly close and know that no matter what, you couldn't tell them the truth, for if they knew the truth, they might leave you forever. And there is no greater loneliness than that. At least if they were nearby, you knew that they care, even if they did not care in the same way. 

Kong's phone gave a ping and he didn't stop grinding against the bed to answer it. When he read it though, his heart stopped cold. Arthit was coming home early because Fiat arrived sick. He's taking him to a clinic near Lamphang. Of course, kind Arthit has offered to get a hotel room for himself and Fiat in the village nearby, instead of bothering Kongpob, but Kongpob knows he won't let that happen. 

Arthit wasn't allowed to be so close that they could touch all while being too far away. Kongpob texted back that he'd wash the linens in Fiat's room and run some scent nullifiers. Unfortunately, part of his brain was already thinking of how he could entice Arthit with his scent, even though he knows that was wrong. Arthit shouldn't love him just for his scent. Arthit should love him for who he was, flaws and all. But who would love a man who couldn't bring himself to touch himself? And who rubbed his slick all over someone else's bed?

Thankfully, Kongpob would have plenty of time to clean. He got a laundry basket from outside and got to work. At least he managed to stop Arthit's bed before being thrown into the throes of passion. Kongpob has greatly increased Arthit's original, paltry excuse for a cleaning closet and grabs a scent remover to spray down Arthit's bed. He let it rest and soak in while he went up to Minjeong's room and stripped that bed as well. He added the air cleaner to the outlet closest to the bed. He really didn't want someone practically his 'nephew to be' smelling him in heat. It was bad enough that he was only a few years younger, highlighting the age difference between him and Arthit. 

Fiat's nose must be still sharp enough that Kongpob felt the need to make sure every surface he touched had been sprayed down. He couldn't do anything about the scent emanating from himself, unfortunately, but he could just keep himself in his room while Fiat is here recovering. He probably won't stay much longer than he needs to - he always hated imposing on their hospitality for more than a couple of hours. Especially now that they're settled - in the beginning, he'd come over often to make sure Kongpob wasn't hurting his Alpha {as in the first alpha he knew and the one he grew up admiring}.

He looked up what to do if someone was sick - normally he'd just ask Arthit, but Arthit wasn't here so the internet would have to do. Thankfully, the instructions for preparing food are simple enough and they have everything in the house. Mostly due to Arthit's panicked overshopping when he realized Kongpob's heat was coming up. It was like he was afraid Kongpob is going to starve to death if no one was there to watch him. Kongpob is more than capable of taking care of himself though. And he had learned that he preferred to take care of others.

Not completely - he liked the fact Arthit was able to wash his own ass and shave his own face. But there was something nice about cooking for Arthit and having Arthit set the table and do the dishes. Arthit never complained if he used fifteen pots and pans for cooking, he always thanked Kongpob for the meal and got right to scrubbing. If Kongpob covered how to do it right, Arthit listened. Sometimes he had his own thoughts, which he shared, but if Kongpob still insisted on it being done his way, Arthit would do it.

Kongpob had never had someone like that before. And he didn't want to lose it. So he made sure the house was presentable and scent-free. He made sure he didn't rut against Arthit's new sheets like an animal. He set both Fiat and Arthit's beds up, is keeping a meal warm in the oven for them, and then retreated to his room where he could suffer in peace. He texted Arthit to let him know he was welcome at home and that there was food in the oven too.

{TXT from Arthit:] R u sure? don't want 2 intrude

[TXT to Arthit:] If both of you get sick, I would prefer you both come home, where I can ensure you're getting adequate medical care

[TXT from Arthit:] Aww u do care. b home soon xoxoxo

Kongpob shook his head at Arthit and listened carefully for the door, only relaxing when he heard tires in the driveway and the door opening.

"Arthit, I told you that I'm fine. I could go home." He heard Fiat's voice through the walls. It wasn't loud and he had to really listen for it, but it was there.

"And I told you, there's no one there to take care of you. Aigoo. Kongpob even made us food and you want his food, don't you?" That was Arthit's voice. Low and sultry. Enticing. 

Kongpob wanted Arthit to read to him every day, just to hear that voice.

"Food is the one thing Uncle Kongpob does right." Fiat sulkily agreed.

"Hey! Don't say that about my partner." Arthit defended Kongpob and Kongpob's heart warmed up immediately. Arthit didn't have to defend him.

"Your partner who made you dinner but didn't even stay around to greet you?" Fiat asked. Kongpob frowned.

"Hey, Kongpob is busy and he is his own person. Do you think I want him to sit around and pine for me? He's probably out at work. He got promoted again." 

"You really love him, don't you, Arthit?" 

"I do. Now eat what he made you, punk. Or else we're gonna have words."

Kongpob didn't hear anything more and slowly drifted off to sleep. He didn't remember his dreams, but he knew they must have been pleasant. Because his panties were very soaked. And he didn't want to think about who that person in his dreams was. He could pretend that it wasn't Arthit. It wasn't even a person. 

Dreams didn't mean anything.There was a knock on the door and Kongpob startled.

"Kongpob, it's me." Arthit's voice said from the other side of the door. 

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kongpob replied, hand going to his throat as he heard his voice. It sounded very very scratchy.

"Are you sure? can I get you anything?"

"Don't worry about me. How is Fiat? Is he feeling better?"

"Sigh* The doctor said it was a stomach bug. From drinking too much and not eating enough. He ate a lot, slept a lot, and then was off in the early morning with Tew, who promised me he'd make sure he will be eating. Not sure I trust him enough to make sure he won't drink as well, but eating should at least help."Kongpob frowned. 

Had Fiat left very early in the morning? Kongpob grabbed his phone, then dropped it.

"Kongpob ?" Arthit's voice came from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine. Just dropped my phone." Kongpob assured him. He didn't know why Arthit was so worried, it wasn't like Kongpob is going to get injured. Though he supposed that it was the first time Arthit had someone close to him but too close go through heat. 

He probably wasn't around Jenny when she went into heat. And every Alpha acted differently when they could smell heat pheromones. Apparently, Arthit was a nesting type, always wanting to make sure Kongpob was taken care of.

"How long did I sleep?" Kongpob asked, not believing the time at all.

"I don't know. Were you asleep after we got back?"

"Shortly after you got back," Kongpob replied.

"And if you just woke up about fifteen hours. Are you sure you're okay?"Kongpob raised his hand to his forehead and felt the heat radiating off him. That wasn't good. Had he caught something?

"I'm fine," Kongpob replied. "I think it's just my heat."Kongpob didn't hear a reply for so long that he assumed Arthit had left after his reassurance and went about trying to change his pad for one a little less soaked. As he removed it, slick dripped across the hardwood floor in a little spray and he bit his lip. He wanted nothing more than to clean it himself, but he didn't have easy access to cleaning supplies without leaving his room. And he wasn't going to make Arthit uncomfortable in his own home just so he could clean up a few spots, was he?But they did really bother him.

"If you're sure," Arthit's voice came again from the other side, "I'll leave you alone then. Do you need anything? I can go out to the store for as long as you need if you're going to invite someone over."Kongpob stared at the door, uncomprehendingly. 

"Invite someone over?" 

"The scent blockers are up all over. Figured you had a friend. That's fine." Arthit said. 

"But you probably don't want me around when you invite them back."

"P'Arthit" Kongpob said while gritting his teeth and Arthit took a deep breath, not saying another word, "There is no one else."

"Oh. Oh! Well, that's good. Or not good, but, uhm, anything I can get you? Cleaning supplies? Water? Some of your soup? It was very delicious, by the way. I cleaned up all the dishes and put them away, but I can definitely reheat it for you if that's what you want."Kongpob was going to say that he didn't need anything, he was quite alright but his eyes went over to the slick on the floor. 

"Could you grab me a bucket of hot water, the bleach, and the wet mop?" Part of him was still expecting Arthit to turn him down.

"Yeah, I can do that. How do you want to do the handover?"

"You can just come in and drop it off." Kongpob didn't know why he said that. He had been intending to say that Arthit could leave it in the hallway, knock on Kong's door, and leave, and Kongpob would get it in later. Not that Arthit could come in.

Kongpob's eyes went guiltily to the hamper full of Arthit's sheets, still smelling of Arthit and Kong's slick. Well, it wasn't like Arthit would recognize them, he told himself. They both had white sheets. The only difference was how they felt, and it wasn't like Arthit was going to feel Kong's dirty laundry.

"Okay, I'll be right back," Arthit said, footsteps retreating before Kongpob could collect himself. It was fine, he told himself. There was nothing to it. 

Arthit was just going to enter the room that smelled like Kong's heat. Arthit didn't take long at all and he even knocked on the door before entering. He gave Kongpob plenty of time to get dressed as if Kongpob was lounging around naked in his bedroom. He wasn't. Kongpob just watched Arthit enter, pretending not to be interested in how Arthit reacted to his smell. 

Arthit gave a little sniff as he entered through the door. And then a deep breath. And a very fetching color spread across Arthit's cheek and Kongpob smelled a new smell in the air. Was that Arthit's arousal? Kongpob licked his lips and Arthit's eyes tracked the movement.Arthit offered the bucket, mop, and floor cleaner to Kongpob.

Kongpob didn't take it immediately, watching Arthit's throat bob. Slowly, Kongpob rose from his chair, approaching Arthit. His throat bobbed again. Kongpob had that effect on Arthit. Kongpob smiled at Arthit.

Testing Waters. 

"We're all alone here, aren't we?" Arthit nodded mutely.

"Then why don't you help me with my heat?" Kongpob asked, reaching for the bucket and wrapping his hand around Arthit's. For as tall as Kongpob was, his hand wasn't that much big as Arthit's. Arthit's hands were rough, textured by the hard work Arthit reveled in doing, and muscles from manual labor instead of a job that could be done by anyone for the amount he would pay.