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Not long after they first became intimate, Kongpob realised that Arthit was hardly going to cope with saying words like ‘sex’ and ‘making love’ with him. Nor would he be able to stammer out ‘blow job’, ‘hand job’ or anything else related to their sexual experiences without turning into a tomato and hiding under the sheets.
And, inevitably, whatever mood they had worked themselves into, vanished with Arthit’s embarrassment and it was really putting a dampener of things progressing between them.
So Kongpob decided to take things into hand one day when he was feeling particularly frustrated.
In an ideal world he and Arthit would sit down and rationally discuss their sexual relationship - but this wasn’t an ideal world and Arthit was a very shy person. And while Kongpob had no qualms about discussing things himself, he was aware that if he tried to support his partner through this difficulty without making it excruciating, that would be much better than making his embarrassment that much worse by forcing him to talk.
So, in the early stages of their sexual relationship, he chose pseudonyms for the things they enjoyed doing with one another:
Kissing became, “I’d like a drink of pink milk.”
For a while at least, until Arthit began to verbalise his desire to simply “Kiss” Kong. And then that phrase went back to being Kongpob kicked out of Arthit’s room at all hours and not let back in until the sacred pink milk had been acquired. However, the results of his endeavours always ended with Arthit asking, “Kiss me, Kongpob?” Which Kongpob always managed to do.
Take off your shirt, was, “I’m sure you need to change for bed?”
Even when said event occurred at two in the afternoon (usually Arthit) or at six in the morning, which was more likely to be Kongpob’s choice of intimate time. ‘Changing for bed’ was easily one of Kongpob’s favourite activities, the way that Arthit mapped every inch of Kong’s skin with soft fingertips. Sometimes, when his boyfriend was particularly brave, Arthit would worship Kong’s chest for long minutes using both his hands and tongue which was a torturously slow and incredibly sexy experience.
Before giving and receiving blow jobs joined their intimate exploration, these were Kong’s absolute favourite moments, especially when he was allowed to return the favour.
I want to suck your cock, being far too difficult to say, started as a crude gesture.. until Kongpob tried it out in public, just to see Arthit’s ears blush red and desire burn in his eyes.
But sadly, P’Knott caught sight of Kong’s actions and Arthit refused to let Kong ever make that motion towards him again.
So, they ended up coding it as, “It’s laundry day.” Which seemed astute to Arthit as he often had laundry to do post-blow job after all!
Sex, though, sex was something else.
They didn’t get to that point in their intimate journey until they were nearing the end of second and fourth year respectively.
Of course, the first time was excruciatingly embarrassing in many ways. But incredibly intimate and life-affirming in others.
As Arthit had simply dropped a bag with condoms and lube on Kongpob’s bed and then gone to hide in the bathroom, it was clear that beyond their initial discussions about wanting to go all the way together (which Kongpob had insisted happened and which Arthit had stammered and blushed through, half-hidden by his duvet), Arthit was too embarrassed to say when he wanted it.
So, after their incredible first time - messy and sexy and beautiful and completely satisfying for both of them - Kongpob tried out a few things instead of saying that he wanted sex.
And Arthit surprised him by trying a few of his own.
“Let’s go drinking?” Was not successful as P’Bright took it quite literally, and instead of Kongpob’s bed, where the night was supposed to end, they both got wasted and slept on the floor in P’Tootah’s room, Bright’s loud snores interrupting what little sleep they managed.
“Can you help me study?” Ended up with a table full of second years hanging off P’Arthit’s every word as Kong’s boyfriend attempted to lecture them in thermodynamics, shooting Kongpob irritated looks the entire time.
“I left a book in your room.” Just meant that Tew, ever the serious class-president, followed Kongpob around until he accepted the engineering textbook that was being pressed into his hand, sighing loudly and shooting Arthit a disappointed look while his senior laughed at him.
They settled on ”Fancy a game of basketball?” thinking that it would be a safe bet.. but Wad and Prem made it a habit of magically appearing whenever either of them uttered the phrase. Then they were put through hours of gruelling plays and runs and three-point shoot outs that ended with Kongpob collapsing in a heap and Arthit red-faced and angry.
And while angry sex sounded fun, neither of them had the energy left for it.
Eventually, Kongpob confronts the issue.
“Clearly I can’t just bark out that I want to make love to you, Phi,” he says confidently as they settle down at Arthit’s table to eat their dinner.
Immediately, Arthit blushes and his head almost hits the table top as he tries to hide his glowing cheeks. “No,” he mumbles against the wood.
“And, sometimes, I don’t want to have to wait til we’re alone, nor do I want to text you or have to drag you away, caveman style, when you don’t understand my hints. Sometimes, I want to warn you in advance and also, I want to show you just how much I desire you in front of others.”
“You want to desire me in front of others?” Arthit asks, head lifting to check what he is hearing is correct.
“No Phi!” Kongpob laughs, “I definitely don’t want an audience for that! I’d just like a way to make it clear to you that I’m.. at that point because of how sexy you are!”
Arthit flushes deeper, but manages to keep his head up this time, even if he is focusing just to the left of Kongpob’s ear and not looking him in the eye. “I see.”
“So, I was thinking. Basketball didn’t work for a reason, Phi, too many people play it here. What sport does no-one play?”
Arthit shakes his head, eyes finally resting on Kong’s face which pleases him no end.
“Football!” Kong grins and enjoys the way Arthit immediately focuses on his lips.. he’s thinking that it’s probably going to be ‘Laundry day’ as soon as their dinner is over and little sparks of pleasure start to fizz in his chest.
“Football?” Arthit repeats doubtfully.
“Well, not many people play it. I know some people watch it, but most people don’t play. I thought, “Do you feel like playing football?” could work? What do you think?”
Arthit looks thoughtful for a moment, then he surprises Kongpob by articulating something he’s clearly wanted to say for a while based on his actions, “Do you hate that I can’t be more… verbose? About what I want? Do you resent that I can’t always..say the words you want to hear?” His whole body seems to be thrumming with adrenaline as though he’s fought himself to build up enough confidence to ask.
Kongpob shakes his head immediately. “Hate is far too strong a word, Phi. I don’t hate it at all.” He reaches across the table to lightly stroke Arthit’s hand, “Sure, I think it would be nice if you felt more comfortable with some things, but you’re not shy when we finally get to enjoy ‘changing for bed’ and ‘laundry day’ Especially not any more!”
Arthit ducks his head again, but he’s smiling too and he squeezes Kong’s fingers, so Kongpob continues.
“Would I like you to say, “I want to make love to you, Kongpob,”? Yes. Sometimes I would. But definitely not in public! I mean, I don’t want to hear any other couple say that in public. But in private? I think when you’re ready, you could work up to saying something like that to me?”
Arthit nods, “I wouldn’t ever be able to say it in public and I agree I wouldn’t want to hear anyone else tell their partner that either. Ai’Bright and Ai’Toot talking about their intimate lives is quite enough for me! But,” he laces their fingers together, “I would like to be.. I guess, brave enough to say it here, somewhere safe. And I suppose it would be really good to know how much you want me when we’re out in public, as long as you don’t make it obvious Kongpob! I know you..”
“I wouldn’t!” Kongpob grins cheekily, thinking of the times he will get to use this phrase in future and how beautiful his Phi will look when he hears it. “I love you, P’Arthit. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you like that.”
Arthit stares at him, a knowing look in his eyes, “I’d like to believe that…” then he takes a deep breath and gives Kongpob a small smile, still blushing, “I know you’re thinking about laundry day, Kong.. but, umm… how about.. we go further tonight.. how about we.. I mean.. do you feel.. like playing football?”
Kongpob’s heart misses a beat and then he grins widely, “I would love that Phi. See, it sounds fine!”
“Great, I’ll go to my room and get some supplies then..”
Arthit stands but Kongpob reaches out to grab his arm, “It’s okay, I still have ‘supplies’ from last time.”
“What? You have a football and shin pads and goalkeeping gloves here?” Arthit laughs and Kongpob reaches out to hit him weakly on his shoulder.
“Phi!”
“Seriously,” Arthit’s expression changes and he moves to stand right in front of Kongpob, taking his hand in his and looking into his eyes, “Kongpob, I don’t just want to do laundry tonight.. I want to.. make love to you.”
Kong’s eyes shine and threaten to spill over as he rises and brings Arthit into his arms, “I love you so much, P’Arthit. Thank you. And yes, I’d like to play football too!”
“Kongpob!” Arthit pulls away and jabs him firmly in his chest, “This was supposed to be romantic and now you’ve spoilt it.. there’s going to be no goals scored in this room tonight!”
“But Phi, please!”
There are several minutes of Kongpob chasing Arthit around his room, begging him to change his mind and pleading with him. Before finally, Arthit gives him a cheeky grin and asks if Kongpob has a secret word for foreplay?! Which shocks him into silence.
And then they collapse on Kong’s bed and the game of football commences..!