A/N: Tell me how excited you are before heading into the chapter. And also I have something to ask about from you all. I hope you guys will take time to read that in the end.

Recap:

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 as 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.

If only Kongpob had known precisely how much paperwork there would be in Arthit's office, Arthit probably would've still done all these works himself. Especially now that there's an ongoing internal investigation, rooting corruption out at the roots.

"Are you sure?" Arthit asked. 

"We don't have to if you don't want to." Despite his words, his pupils were blown with arousal.
Kongpob enjoyed the fact that he could affect Arthit like this. Arthit wants him - even if it is just because he smells good.

Kongpob would take it. Kongpob nodded with his eyes downcast and fluttering eyes.

"I am very sure, P'Arthit Kha. Take me to bed."

"Don't you want this to be cleaned up first?" Arthit asked.

And it was cute how Arthit said that, but his grip on the handle of the mop was iron-clad.

Kongpob could probably wrestle it from Arthit if he really tried, but that wasn't what he wanted to do. If they were going to wrestle, Kongpob would prefer that they do it naked. And in bed.

Kongpob shook his head, He didn't know why his mind was thinking 100 times faster and dirtier by the minute since last night. Heat is supposed to be for his body and not his mind.

"P'Arthit, We're gonna need to clean up a lot more afterward."

Arthit dropped his grip on everything. The floor cleaner fell to the floor, bouncing off to a corner of the room somewhere. Kongpob was left holding a bucket and a mop as Arthit kissed him.

KISSED HIM.

Kongpob tossed them off to the side to grab Arthit's hair and deepen the kiss. Arthit's lips were warm. So warm and just a little bit chapped, moving against his own. Felt like he was kissing the sun. The heat got too much gradually. And then Arthit's lips opened and an ever warmer tongue slipped out. Opened his mouth and moaned as Arthit pushed in.

Arthit's knee pressed in between his thighs and he almost swallowed his tongue. Kongpob pulled back and Arthit let him go.

"Everything okay?" Arthit asked, not approaching

."Do you... want to fuck me?" Kongpob asked.

"I do," Arthit said sincerely. "But only if you want me to as well. I won't do anything you don't want."

Kongpob felt like he was on fire. Like he was going to burn up if he didn't get Arthit inside him.

"I want you." Kongpob managed to say. 

It didn't seem sufficient for his meaning, but he didn't know what else to say. 

"Please." 

It came out more ragged, more desperate than Kongpob had intended, but Arthit didn't seem to mind. "I want you." He repeated, just in case Arthit wasn't convinced.

"And I want you too. Wanted you since we got married." Arthit confessed. 

"But just because you married doesn't mean...well, I'm a bit old for you, aren't I, Kongpob?"Kongpob snarled, leaping onto Arthit to kiss him. 

Arthit's tongue met his and Kongpob melted. Arthit's hands untied the knot keeping Kong's shirt closed at the hip and Arthit's warm, calloused hand pressed against Kong's stomach. It was nothing he'd ever felt. The touch was like a brand and Kongpob pushed into it, rutting against Arthit just like he rutted against Arthit's bed. 

This was better than the bed though, this was Arthit. His Arthit. Arthit's hand traveled up the front of his chest, coming to rest against his pec. With every ragged breath, Kongpob pushed his chest back against Arthit's fingers letting him feel it. And then Arthit's fingers wrapped around his nipple and tugged at it. Kong's body shuddered without his permission, warmth spreading from his thighs.

Kongpob whined the flood of slick. The kiss was broken, a single dribble of spit escaped Kong's mouth only for Arthit's other hand to brush it against Kong's bottom lip. Then Kongpob dipped his head down just a bit, sliding the thumb between his lips so he could lick it. 

"Why don't you undress and get on the bed?" Arthit suggested, eyes fixed on his husband's mouth. Kongpob pulled off the thumb, pressing a kiss to it. 

"I will if you get undressed too." He wanted to see all of Arthit.

Arthit nodded.

"Of course. I'll even undress first if you want." Kong definitely wanted that. 

"Yes."

Arthit smiled fondly. 

"Okay. I'll try and give you a good show, hmm?"

"Of course, it'll be good. You're doing it." Kongpob said sincerely. 

Stepping away from Arthit was the hardest thing he had to do, but he could enjoy the faint flush across Arthit's cheeks, how Arthit's breaths were coming fast, and the bulge in Arthit's slacks - proof that he was affected as much as Kong. Arthit smirked as he started stripping. He'd been wearing a button-down cardigan, a t-shirt, and slacks with a belt. He wasn't even doing anything particularly seductive as Kongpob had seen in movies. He just stood there and undid his cream cardigan one button at a time, revealing his gray t-shirt. This fitted Arthit well, thanks to Kong's insistence that his husband should have some clothes that fit him, as a few days ago when they went shopping.

The cardigan was put in the chair Kongpob had been sitting in earlier and Kongpobswallowed, thinking how it would probably always stink of him. Next came the T-shirt and Arthit didn't waste any time. He just grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it off easily. After tossing it on top of his cardigan, he ran his hand through his hair to resituate the curls but that wasn't where Kong's attention was. 

There was just a bit of hair going from Arthit's belly button down to the top of his pants, drawing Kong's attention to the bulge once more. Arthit's hands wrapped around his belt, unbuckling it. Seeing the leather slide through Arthit's hands did something to Kongpob too. He could imagine Arthit using that belt on Kongpob all too easily and it wasn't a bad thought. Oh, it would hurt but Kongpob thought he might like to be hurt by Arthit. And wasn't that a surprising thought? After removing his belt, Arthit popped the button on his slacks, pulled down the zipper, and gave a little groan of relief. 

Like when one wore shoes a little too tight and finally got to take them off. Kongpob licked his lips again. Arthit stepped out of his pants and was just standing there in his underwear and socks. It was surprisingly erotic to Kongpob, despite the fact, that there shouldn't be anything tantalizing about plain white underwear and white socks. 

Arthit bent over to take off his socks, hopping around a bit. And it should be a turn-off, right? Watching Arthit hop around, trying to pull a sock off his foot. Unfortunately, Kongpob just felt affectionate.

Maybe next time he could undress Arthit himself. Worship Arthit thoroughly. The socks were carelessly tossed on top of the rest of his clothes. And then Arthit's thumbs went into the band of his underwear and Kong's full attention was devoted to him. He pulled down his underwear slowly, bending over at just the right angle so that Kongpob couldn't see anything. Kongpob whined and Arthit looked up, smiling.

"Is something wrong, Kongpob?"

"Stop teasing me!"

"Of course, of course," Arthit reassured him, pulling his legs out of the underwear and standing up.

Kongpob hadn't seen many cocks in his life, but he was pretty sure Arthit was larger than average. It looked large, lying there between Arthit's thighs. Kongpobswallowed the drool gathering in his mouth. What would it feel like in his mouth? Would Arthit let him suck it?Kongpob was suddenly shy about his own body though. He knew he wasn't average for an Omega. His father had constantly complained that his size meant he'd never get a good mate. And Kongpob had ended up with Arthit. 

Who could be a better mate? Did Arthit actually like Kong's body? He's a lot taller than normal omega which Arthit has never had issues with before, but that was before they were fucking... Maybe Arthit would want him to be smaller. Unbidden, his mind presented him with the mental image of Arthit tightening a corset around his omega's body as he fucked into Kongpob and Kongpob could feel so much slick dripping down his pants. If they did then the clothes are going to be ruined and stay unwearable after this. He's also never mentioning that mental image to Arthit. Kongpob was perverted. He'll be a good omega and not bring up his urges to Arthit.

"You look like you're thinking so hard," Arthit said as he came over to the edge of the bed. 

"Is everything okay, BUn?"Kongpob shook his head.

Arthit frowned. 

"Do you want me to leave? Get dressed?"Rather than answering, Kongpob grabbed Arthit and pulled on top of himself. He felt better already, just from having Arthit on top of him. Arthit smiled down at him, stroking Kong's cheek. 

"Hi, handsome. Need help getting undressed?"Kongpob nodded. His shirt was still hanging half open from Arthit's act earlier, but other than that, he was fully dressed.

"Okay. Just tell me to stop if I do anything you don't want." Arthit said, punctuating his sentence with a kiss on his cheek. Kongpob pouted and Arthit smiled, pressing his next kiss to Kong's lips, which Kongpob felt much better.

"Let's start up here, hmm?" Arthit said, running his hands along the trim of Kong's shirt. It was a wrap-around. A little loose due to the fact that Kong's heat made him feel like he wanted to claw his skin off. And yet here, underneath Arthit, he felt almost content with Arthit's actions. Arthit carefully undid the tie near Kong's neck, letting the wrapped shirt fall open. Arthit pulled the first flap up and tugged the second one out from where it was wrapped underneath Kongpob.

And now his chest was laid bare. Kongpob searched Arthit's face for any sign of disgust, but there were none. Arthit leaned down, licking his nipple. For a second, Kongpob felt blissful heat, and the next, his nipple was cold. Goosebumps formed immediately. And Arthit licked it again. Kongpob squirmed underneath him, trying to rub his thighs together. Arthit chuckled. 

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're gorgeous, Bun. How'd I get so lucky?" Kongpob flushed and Arthit traced the blush from his cheeks down to his chest. Kongpob wanted to say that it wasn't Arthit who got lucky, but like Kongpob had got lucky with someone like Arthit, whom he didn't even deserve. 

Carefully, Arthit pulled each of Kong's arms out of his shirt. Like Kongpob was something precious, something to be treasured. Kongpob wanted to hide his face. Why did Arthit have to be so gentle? After Arthit got his shirt off him, he turned around, giving Kongpob a great view of his ass. And the heavy cock and balls hanging down between Arthit's thighs. Kongpob entirely missed Arthit taking off his slippers and socks, too entranced by watching Arthit's c*ck bob up and down. He wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare.

Would it be as warm as Kongpob thought it would be? Would it feel like the rest of Arthit's skin? He got startled at the press of Arthit's lips to his foot. It tickled and Kongpob bit his lip to keep his noises in. Unfortunately, his body betrayed him by shaking underneath Arthit. And Arthit took notice because of course, he did. Was there anything Kongpob could do to hide from Arthit? He did not think so.

Arthit turned around, letting Kongpob see his crooked smile as he carefully undid the buttons of Kong's pants. Kongpob split wanted to stop him and wanted to beg him to not stop - to not tease Kongpob. To take Kong's pants off now and do with Kong as he would want. But he said nothing instead, gripping the sheets of the bed as a lifeline, hoping that they would shield him from Arthit's gaze. He both did and did not want to be seen.
Because if once you were seen, then they could pass judgment on you. Decide if you were truly worth loving. And Kongpob did not feel worth loving. There might not be anything wrong with his body - no scars from childhood or stray bullets. But it was a fragile thing, his body, and unused to touch. Would Arthit find the unblemished skin a turn-off? Knowing that Kongpob had no experience worth considering? Who wanted someone unskilled and unable to reciprocate, after all? Kongpob did not know the first thing about physical form love and Arthit knew so much.

But Arthit didn't say anything - good or bad, as he eased Kongpob's pants down off his slick soaked thighs.He didn't seem displeased with what he saw - but Kongpob freely admitted he could not claim to know every thought in Arthit's head. Perhaps his body would be sufficient to get Arthit off. Arthit reached for his underwear next and Kongpob squeezed his eyes shut, having no intention of seeing Arthit's face as he revealed Kong's shame. He didn't want to be ashamed of it, but time had made it clear that being an Omega was something to be ashamed of.

"Bunny, Kong?" Arthit asked, hands still on the band of Kong's underwear and not pulling down.
"Are you alright?" Kongpob nodded.
"Could you open your eyes for me?" Arthit didn't demand anything - Kongpob appreciated that about him.
But it would be easier if he did. If Kongpob had a clear idea of what Arthit considered good and bad. Instead, Kongpob was left to navigate these murky waters alone, trying to figure out what exactly would make Arthit happy. Kongpob opened his eyes and was rewarded with a smile from Arthit.
"There's a good boy. Do you not want me to take your underwear off?"Kongpob shook his head. He didn't want to talk, every word seemed insufficient and terrifying.
"Are you sure?"Kongpob nodded. Arthit nodded back and pulled his husband's underwear down. They didn't come easily, sticky with slick as they were.

Arthit eased them off Kong's leg and tossed them into the trash can, where they landed with a wet thump.Then he licked his fingers until the shine of omega's slick was replaced with his spit. Kongpob swallowed. The smell of an Omega in the heat was so potent, that even Kongpob could note the difference between it and his normal smell.

Arthit took a deep breath, leaning in between hjs thighs. Kongpob tried to close his legs, but Arthit's grip was like iron, keeping his legs spread. He was vulnerable under Arthit like this, more exposed than he had ever been. He cried out at the first lick to his cunt, having no frame of reference for the pleasure that burst through his body from that little lick. The noise seemed to trigger something in Arthit, who lapped at him like a thirsty man who had found water for the first time in his life.The pleasure was overwhelming. Tears gathered in his eyes as Arthit's tongue lapped at his folds, nudged between them, as Arthit's mouth sealed around his sausage. A second orgasm was pulled from his body and Kongpob had never known such pleasure in his life. It was overwhelming.

Arthit leaned back, licking his lips with satisfaction. He had made Kongpob come twice, but had he come at all? The hard cock between Arthit's thighs seemed to say otherwise. Kongpob tried to sit up and found it more difficult than intended. His core felt like jelly. He didn't need to go far, just far enough to grab Arthit's shoulders. From this new angle, he could see the mess he had made and was actively making, all that much better. He swallowed dryly as Arthit looked at him hungrily. Did he dare ask to suck Arthit's cock? Or should he just ask Arthit to fuck him?

"Is there something you need, Bun?" Arthit asked, tongue flicking out again to catch some of slick that was dripping down the corner of his mouth. His cervix tightened around nothing and that made up his mind. He didn't want to be empty.

"Fu*k me." Kongpob said, trying not to color at the vulgar words.
He had never dreamed of saying them before. How could he demand anything like that from Arthit?

"Are you sure?" Arthit asked. "You're in heat and -"
Kongpobcut him off. "P'Arthit , please."
Arthit looked into his eyes and found what he was looking for.
"I'd love nothing more, Kong."Arthit's fingers found his treasure again and he wormed a single finger inside Kong. It was the thickest thing Kongpob had taken in his life and it felt huge. He clamped down on it and tried to fuck it deeper into him, hips twitching helplessly. It didn't quite reach into the right part of him and was merely a tease of everything he wanted. Arthit leaned forward, kissing Kongpob and distracting him from the finger inside him.

Fingers inside him.

As Arthit opened his mouth, enticing Kongpob into a deeper kiss, he also slid a second finger into Kong , eliciting a deep moan. Kongpob felt helpless in the face of pleasure. He didn't know if he should grab Arthit's hand, push it deeper inside him, or pull it out and taste himself on Arthit. Their tastes mixed. Arthit's fingers were ruthless, fucking in and out of him, making more slick spill out onto Arthit's hand and the bed.

Then they paused, nearly the whole way out, and Arthit spread his fingers apart. Kongpob felt his cunt open up and in shame, he tried to push Arthit's fingers out. He didn't want Arthit to see how dirty he was - how messy and gross. But the fingers didn't even budge and Arthit didn't stop kissing him. A third finger found his clit, rubbing the rough pad of the finger across the sensitive flesh and driving Kongpob mad.

Arthit finally broke the kiss, leaning back and looking for all intents and purposes like a cat who caught a canary. Kong reached down, hand finding Arthit's wrist, coated with hia slick.

"Do you want me to stop?" Arthit asked once more, watching Kong's fingers slide on his wrist. Kongpob wants Arthit to not look, and just use him.

"Just take me! Stop looking."

"But you're gorgeous like this," Arthit said, fingers running over Kong all over again, making his hands lose their grip.

"I want to remember this forever. How you look around my fingers. How you look in bed with me." Kong's blush, which to his mortification had never gone away, spread further at Arthit's words. And then Arthit licked his lips and Kongpob had to close his eyes because he couldn't bear it any longer.

Another trickle of slick leaks out of him - he can feel it drip down the folds of his cunt but before it falls to the bed, Arthit's tongue is there, lapping at it. Kongpob has to force his legs to stay open instead of closing in panic on Arthit's head. Arthit added a third finger, prodding him open even more. His fingers were near reverent as they ran along the edges of his opening and smeared his slick all over.

Arthit managed to massage another orgasm out of Kong's body, making his limbs feel heavy and relaxed. His heat was still present, burning in his stomach, demanding more, but it felt like he didn't have the energy to demand that from Arthit anymore.

"Bunny, can you open your eyes for me?" Arthit asked and Kongpob managed to open his eye just enough to see Arthit's dark curls.
"There's the good boy." The words are almost as good as Arthit's fingers, working over him.

"May I knot you?"The image Kongpob gets is visceral and immediate - Arthit's knot locking inside him. Arthit coming inside him. Kongpob is unable to get away from Arthit due to the knot. Arthit's come dripping out of Kong when Arthit was done.

Kongpob shivered and gave an aroused whimper.
"Can I hear you say it?" Arthit asked again, petting Kong's cave. Kongpob pouted.

"Please?"

"Please, P'Arthit." Kongpob moaned, reaching down to his mess . He didn't know how to touch himself, not like Arthit, so he just shoved two fingers inside him, groaning at the roughness, and pulled them apart. A rivet of slick trickled out of him and he heard Arthit's low growl. That's what Kongpob wanted. Arthit pulled Kong's hand out, pinning it with Kong's other hand over his head as Arthit's cock pushed into Kong.

It was nothing like Kongpob had ever expected. It was firmer, thicker, and warmer than Kongpob had expected. And Arthit didn't just shove it in and be done. No, he slowly rocked his hips, sliding deeper into Kongpob with every thrust, making Kongpob feel every burning inch fuck deeper and deeper into him. Kongpob didn't even realize he was crying until Arthit was kissing his tears away and quietly asking,

"Hey, you alright?" Kongpob dug his fingers into Arthit's arms and looked him in the eyes.

"You better not stop." Arthit chuckled but before Kongpob could get offended, he was kissing Kongpob and his fingers were teasing Kong's nipples as Kongpob took Arthit the whole way. Kongpob wrapped his legs around Arthit's waist, moans barely coming out between the deep kisses Arthit was giving him.And then Arthit's knot formed.

Kongpob passed out then, every nerve overwhelmed with pleasure.He woke up with sore legs, still wrapped around Arthit's hips. The heat that had been burning in his blood had abated, but he didn't regret a single thing. Arthit made a sleepy noise, shifting and pressing kisses to Kong's clavicle. Kongpob moved his neck just slightly so Arthit was mouthing at his mating gland. While the two of them had called each other mates for months, they hadn't bit each other. And there was no better time than now. Arthit realized what he was doing and his eyes met Kong's .

"Do it." Kongpob encouraged him. Arthit didn't need to be told twice and happily bit down, marking Kongpob as his mate.The rest of the day, they say, was TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

That's how Kongpob concluded that
"My Husband is my MATE"

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