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Peach arrived at Arseni’s Studio at exactly 11 a.m., carrying a full tray of coffee in his hands.
"Lookpeach, you're finally here!" Plub greeted him, pulling him into a hug. Her outburst drew the attention of his other coworkers, who quickly gathered around to welcome him back.
Their honeymoon was over.
Six months of bliss. Six months without working a single day. Six months of craving the feel of his camera in his hands. And now he was finally back at work.
So why did he still feel that tinge of sadness?
Peach pushed the thought aside as he handed everyone their coffee.
"So, how was the honeymoon? Did you guys even leave the house?" Nuch asked enthusiastically, with enough excitement to concern even his own sister.
"It was nice."
"Just nice? Oho, P'Peach, you were gone for six months." Note chimed in, amused by his shy response.
"Okay, okay, let's get to work. If Khun Thee hears you made P'Peach uncomfortable, then..."
That was enough to send everyone scrambling back to their desks.
"Plub, what are we shooting today?"
"Eh, not much on today's schedule. Khun Thee is busy with interviews, so we probably won't get the project's approval today anyway. We're just putting together a few backup options, so creatively, you can go crazy."
"What interviews? Is Arseni hiring someone? I thought Mok handled that. Or even P'Nuch, if it's for our team."
"Oho, Lookpeach, did you forget? Khun Thee fired Mok, so they need a new assistant for him," Plub said as she continued working on the project's new theme.
"Oh, I heard it's a girl. I just saw her heading up to the office floor with Mok. She was dressed really sharp," Nuch added.
"Wait, is she the one wearing a suit with short hair? I met her when she came in this morning. I have to say, she's really pretty. But then again, Mok was too," Plub commented offhandedly.
Peach's brain stopped at that.
He couldn't help replaying those words over and over in his head.
A girl.
A pretty girl.
P'Kian was interviewing her to be his assistant.
If she replaced Mok, that meant she would be standing beside him every second of his life.
"I'll be back, Plub, okay?"
Peach said before rushing toward the elevators.
He checked his watch.
12:00 p.m.
Exactly ninety minutes since he had tried to dodge Kian's kisses in the car, insisting that he didn't miss him.
As soon as the elevator reached the top floor, he hurried to Kian's office. It felt strange to see no one standing outside the room.
The moment he opened the door, he found the desk empty.
Only his husband of six months and twelve hours sat by the window, striking an unnecessarily dramatic pose. He wore a pair of sunglasses, his head resting against the windowsill as though he were the protagonist of a tragic romance.
At the sound of the door closing, Kian's eyes flew open. The surprise on his face instantly melted away the moment he saw his Lookpeach standing in the doorway.
"Lookpeach? What are you doing here?" Kian asked, his voice laced with concern.
Peach slowly walked toward him, carefully studying every expression on his face.
Why isn't my Kian smiling after seeing me? Why does he look worried? Did something already happen? Where's Mok?
It's only been an hour since I left my husband... am I already too late?
The thoughts swirled endlessly in his mind as he stopped in front of Khun Thee.
He didn't even get up to greet me. Normally Kian is always bouncing around. Why not now?
"Peach, are you okay?" Kian asked, gently guiding him to sit beside him.
"Uh..."
Now that he was actually here, Peach realized he had no reason to give.
He couldn't exactly admit that he'd rushed up here just to check on his husband, could he?
"I'm fine, P'Kian. Why are you sitting here?"
"Oh, I was doing the interview... or, well, waiting for Mok," Kian replied as he casually—very casually—shifted a little closer to his Lookpeach.
But all Peach heard was that Mok wasn't here.
The pretty girl had been alone in this room with Kian.
And if she got the job...
She'd probably be alone with him for the rest of their lives.
"Did you need something, Lookpeach?" Kian asked, leaning in a little closer.
Very subtly.
"Can't I come to your office if I don't need anything?" Peach replied, gently stroking Kian's hair.
"Lookpeach, of course you can. It's yours too. I told you, everything I own is yours. This company, this office, my heart... me. All yours, forever and always," Thee declared dramatically, placing a hand over his chest.
"And your assistant?"
"What about her?" Kian asked, genuinely confused.
Her?
Peach's thoughts came to a screeching halt.
Does that mean she's already been hired?
"Oh, nothing. I just came to see her. Plub said she was pretty."
Okay, Peach definitely wasn't supposed to admit that.
But his brain had completely stopped working the moment he realized how much he'd missed his husband.
There. He'd said it.
At least... sort of.
"Pretty?" Kian blinked. "What is happening? Did you come here just to see if my assistant was pretty?"
"Well... I wasn't. But now that you're asking..." Peach replied, trying his best not to let his insecurity show. "Is she?"
"I guess?" Kian answered with a small shrug. "I don't really judge people based on their looks, you know."
Kian dismissed the topic as if it were nothing.
But all Peach heard was that his husband hadn't denied it.
"So you're calling her pretty now?" Peach asked, fixing Kian with a fierce glare.
Kian practically jumped.
"What? No! Lookpeach, she's not pretty. No one is prettier than you."
But it was already too late.
Peach was sulking.
Kian immediately dropped to his knees.
"Peach, baby, look at me. I didn't mean she's pretty. I only have eyes for you. No one even comes close, I swear," he pleaded from where he knelt at Peach's feet.
But Peach simply stood up and walked over to Kian's desk, taking a seat behind it.
"I don't know, P'Kian. From what I heard, ever since I denied you a kiss in the car, you've spent your whole morning alone in this office with a pretty girl."
Peach spoke as Kian slowly made his way toward him.
"Is this for real, Lookpeach?" Kian asked, stopping in front of the desk and towering over him. "Or are you just trying to provoke me?"
Peach looked up at him, looking every bit like he was marking his territory.
The atmosphere in the office shifted in an instant.
"So tell me..." Kian's voice dropped lower with every word, his eyes growing darker. "Is my husband sitting here after telling me he didn't miss me... only to admit he's jealous of my new assistant?"
"So the pretty girl is your new assistant," Peach shot back, his irritation growing.
"Shh." Kian took another step closer. "Call someone else pretty in front of your husband one more time, Lookpeach... and see what happens."
"Oh? See what, huh?"
Peach abruptly pushed Kian down into the chair behind him.
The moment Kian sat, Peach climbed onto his lap, straddling him on the same chair as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Tell me, Kian," Peach demanded, wrapping a hand lightly around the back of Kian's neck. "What happened? Why is everyone on my team talking about you two?"
"So..." Kian murmured, unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "A little gossip was enough to make you jealous, Lookpeach? A little chatter, and you're already sitting in my lap."
Peach looked away, refusing to answer.
Kian's smile softened.
"Tell me... have I not told you enough how much I love you?"
"Maybe..." Peach admitted quietly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Maybe I just want to hear it more."
A smug grin spread across Kian's face.
Without another word, he leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against Peach's lips.
"Was that enough?" Kian teased as he pulled back just enough to look into his husband's eyes. "Could you hear what I was trying to say?"
Peach simply stared back at him, his dark eyes fixed on Kian without wavering.
"No. But maybe your assistant did. Should I call her in and ask?" Peach replied, the irritation on his face becoming more and more obvious.
"Hmm... maybe she did," Kian answered, his smirk widening. "Do you want to know what we talked about?"
Oh, how he loved this side of his husband.
But Peach had reached his limit.
The moment those words left Kian's mouth, Peach captured his lips in a fierce kiss. Their teeth bumped together in his haste, yet Kian's smile refused to disappear as Peach kissed him again, trying to claim every bit of his husband's attention for himself.
"Kian, I swear... if I hear one more thing about you two, I'll—"
"You'll what, dear?" Kian interrupted with an unmistakable grin. "Claim me right here in our office? Make sure everyone at Arseni knows exactly who their CEO belongs to?"
But Peach ignored every single word.
Instead, he grabbed Kian's tie, giving it a sharp tug before pulling it free in one swift motion.
Next came the shirt.
Peach was in such a hurry that Kian couldn't help but enjoy every second of it.
"Kiaannnn... I want you naked. Now."
"But, Lookpeach," Kian said, unable to suppress the amusement in his voice, "aren't you always the one telling me we're at the office and that we should be professional?"
Peach simply huffed in response, completely ignoring the remark as he continued unbuttoning Kian's shirt before reaching for the buttons of his pants.
But Peach knew exactly what would get his husband to react.
He leaned in until his lips were just beside Kian's ear and whispered, "P'Kian... don't you want your jealous husband to mark you so everyone who dares to look at you can see it? I'll mark you so well, so visible, that you could have a thousand pretty assistants, but everyone around you would know I'm the only one who's allowed to touch you."
Kian had had enough.
With every word that fell from his husband's lips, his composure slipped a little further, and Peach couldn't help but enjoy seeing just how deeply his words affected Kian.
All Peach had to do was grind lightly against his husband's lap, and Kian was already throwing his head back.
And Peach wasn't about to break his promise.
The moment Kian bared his neck to him, Peach began leaving a trail of bruises across the exposed skin, determined to make good on every word he'd said, all while continuing to grind against his husband's lap with growing desperation.
"Peach... I knew six months wasn't enough. I should've kept you locked away in our bedroom for a lifetime," Kian groaned as Peach bit down a little harder on one particular spot on his neck that always made him melt.
"Who said our honeymoon was meant only for the bed?" Peach murmured before capturing his husband's lips in another hungry kiss. "This chair seems pretty sturdy."
"Baby Peach..." Kian breathed against his lips. "We should really take these off before we ruin our clothes. I honestly don't think I can hold myself back any longer."
He looked at Peach with those eyes—the ones Peach had never once been able to say no to.
"Yes, P'Kian."
The moment Kian heard those words, he slipped an arm around his husband, lifted him effortlessly, and sat him on top of his desk.
"I can't believe I thought I was the one who missed you the most," Kian murmured with a fond smile. "Instead, you go out there, get jealous, jump into my lap, and try to mark your territory."
He shook his head, still smiling.
"How did I get so lucky, Lookpeach?"
As he spoke, Kian slowly began peeling away each layer of Peach's clothing, never taking his eyes off him. Peach returned the gaze with the same unmistakable hunger, watching his husband intently as Kian's hands continued their careful work.
Once they had shed the last of their clothes, Kian reached over and opened one of the desk drawers. From inside, he pulled out a bottle of lube, smiling when he noticed Peach's curious expression.
"So I won't hurt you, my dear."
Peach tilted his head. "Just me... or?"
Kian let out a soft laugh.
"Baby, it's peach-flavored." He held up the bottle with an amused smile. "Your husband is completely downbad for you... and for that little hole that drips my cum more that it could handle”
Peach moaned at the thought of his husband filling him completely and keeping him warm for the rest of the day.
He spread his legs a little wider, silently inviting Kian to step between them.
"I really wanted to suck you off, Lookpeach," Kian murmured. "But the way you're already leaking right now makes me wonder if you could come without me even touching you."
Peach let out a quiet huff.
"You know, for someone who's trying to prove how much they love their husband, you sure do talk a lot."
Kian only smirked.
Slowly, he eased in a lubed up finger, giving Peach time to adjust before moving any further.
"You wanted proof of how much I love you, Lookpeach?" he whispered. "Here it is."
He pressed a gentle kiss against Peach's forehead before continuing.
"See how easily my finger slides in? See how your body remembers me—from last night... and every other night over the past six months?"
Soon enough, Kian added a second finger, then a third, carefully scissoring them to prepare Peach while making space for his cock which was ready and leaking all over Arseni’s floor before it could claim its owner.
"Peach... please, can I?" Kian asked softly. "I'm not hurting you, am I? Tell me if it hurts, baby."
But it was Peach who had run out of patience.
He reached forward, hooked a hand around Kian's neck, and pulled him closer until their foreheads nearly touched.
"P'Kian," he whispered, his voice low and unwavering, "you'd better line up that cock before I myself leave this office unfinished and dry without your cum dripping down my legs."
And who was Kian to ever deny his husband?
Holding Peach close, Kian slowly guided himself into him in one smooth motion. Both of them let out breathless moans as every inch shook them to their core.
Peach was already panting by the time Kian had fully settled against him, his fingers tightening around his husband's shoulders as he tried to steady his breathing.
"P'Kian..." Peach moaned, wrapping both arms around his husband as he struggled to steady his breathing.
"Move... please. I'm ready."
Kian did exactly as Peach asked.
He started thrusting into his husband slowly at first trying to not hit the spot on purpose so he could drag this out longer.
Kian had his body mapped out perfectly since their first time. He knew exactly which buttons to push to get his Peach to cum within minutes.
But all soon as Kian was about to give Peach his awaited pleasure suddenly both of them heard voices outside their door.
“Lookpeach, did you lock the door?” And no Peach had definitely not as far as he can remember.
“Sir you cannot go into the office right now Khun Thee is busy with his husband. We are told as long as Khun Peach is with him you cannot enter without permission. Thank you.”
IS THAT THE NEW ASSISTANT’S VOICE? Peach looked at Kian with a pointed look.
Peach suddenly shifted by slipping off the cock as he made Kian sit on the chair and filled his lap taking charge of the situation.
Peach sat down on his cock and started moving at his own pace “Now she guards your door when your husband fucks you, hmm P’Kian I’ll say I can approve her if”
“If? If what lookpeach?” Kian said as grabbed Peach and started thrusting upwards to match the intensity.
“Are you that eager to keep her Khun Thee?” Ohh he knew Kian is never gonna like this.
And it definitely worked, Kian lifted Peach again only to flip him against the table and re-entered him without a second thought.
“Trust me baby the only reason I haven’t fucked you from the back yet was I loved watching your face but you had to go and wake up the wolf didn’t you.”
The pace increased, the thrusts went harder as Peach kept moving against the desk as the papers kept flying everywhere.
"I know what you're trying to do," Kian whispered. "You want her to hear."
A small smile tugged at his lips.
"Fine by me."
"I don't care if the whole Arseni finds out... if it means everyone knows exactly who you belong to."
“Do you think I care? Maybe I don’t express it often but P’Kian trust me, if I see some other person near you this ring on your finger won’t be enough, everytime someone is near you or they think they can get closer I’ll mark you enough to drive them away.”
Kian was already blushing from head to toe with Peach’s confession but he continued his thrusts, never disappointing Peach in the slightest.
Soon enough as both of them were close to their climax “Where baby? Where do you want me, my jealous Peach?”
“In, inside, everytime P’Kian everytime you are in me you promised you won’t leave until you filled me completely.”
“Peach you are killing me, first you get jealous and now you want to me fill you in our office just so you would meet a woman while you are stuffed with my cum. Fuckk Peach get ready baby because I can’t hold any longer.”
The rhythm became uneven and so was their breaths but at the end both of them came together as soon as Kian started hitting the spot with every thrust.
It took them a while to get their breaths in order.
Slowly, the two of them got dressed, straightening their clothes just as a knock sounded at the door.
"Khun Thee, are you ready to meet your new assistant?" Mok called from outside.
Peach's head snapped toward Kian.
"You haven't met her yet?"
"Not in person," Khun Thee replied, barely hiding the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he called them inside.
A moment later, the door opened.
"Hello, Khun Thee. Hello, Khun Peach. I'm your new assistant, Mira. Mok has already explained everything to me, but please feel free to ask me anything."
Peach sat frozen in his seat, his face somehow even redder than Kian's ears.
Kian, meanwhile, looked completely composed.
"Were you the one who turned someone away from my office earlier?" he asked.
"I was," Mira answered with a polite nod. "I saw Khun Peach go into your office and assumed you wouldn't want to be disturbed."
"Perfect," Kian said with obvious satisfaction before dismissing everyone.
The moment the door closed behind them, Peach buried his face in his hands.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he mumbled, mortification washing over him.
Kian's smile only widened.
“But then Lookpeach you would’ve never marked me this openly while I came deep inside you at the office. Watching you sit here full of me getting treated as Arseni’s owner is making me want to take you home and clean you up with my tongue. And just maybe if you still have any concerns I’ll be happy to slide in again to answer your every doubt, proving how much I love you with every thrust.”
“We still have to take care of our kids, you can’t just keep me in bed the whole day.”
“True, maybe they need someone to play with. Do you think you could give them another one?”
“Like adopt another?” Peach asked confusedly
“Hmmm no, like the one in your book my pretty omega husband.” Kian said with a smirk as Peach ran out of the office as fast as he could.