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“ M-Macau! ”
There it is. The heavenly sound that Macau has been dying to hear all night. He just knows he won’t be able to let it go, let alone let Porchay go when he moans his name so sweetly in his ear. Well, as sweetly as he can get as Macau pistons into him like no tomorrow.
Neither of them really know how a simple party at the main family’s house led the two of them to this: Macau absolutely crushing poor, innocent Porchay into his own mattress, not that either are complaining. Now thinking about it though, maybe Kim had something to do with it.
Actually, he did have something to do with this, that damn Kim Theerapanyakun, he tried to touch what was Macau’s, and Macau definitely didn’t like that.
The party started off fine. Both the main and minor families were present and mingling amongst each other. Pete and Porsche, especially, hadn’t stopped talking to each other since the former had walked in with his soon-to-be husband, Vegas, and Macau himself.
It used to be so weird to be on neutral terms with the main family, considering how much hatred both his father and his uncle Korn had instilled into all their children. However, once his father was out of the equation, and a few months later, uncle Korn as well (Was it actually a heart attack?), things started to shift.
Kinn had reached out to Vegas a week after his own father’s untimely death; how he managed to even find him and Pete’s location is unbeknownst to Macau but he doesn’t dwell on it. Kinn can be a very scary man when he wants to be. Anyway, the two had talked for days over the phone, call after call, with Pete and Porsche butting in whenever they can just so they can stay in the loop of everything. It would pay off in the end though, because eventually, somehow, Kinn had managed to convince Vegas to come back to Bangkok, with Pete happily following after him.
Porsche appointed Vegas as head of the minor family immediately after the long lost couple had come back into town, refusing to take the gold ring back when Vegas offered it back to him. Watching that unfold was… interesting to say the least. Macau had never seen his brother so stunned before.
Fast Forward a few more months and there’s hardly even a main and minor part of the family to begin with. Although they still lived in different houses, Vegas and Kinn worked side by side, with their lovers right beside them. And to be fairly honest, their line of work hasn’t been this easy in ages. Who knew the death of their former leaders would bring prosperous things to both families in the end.
Prosperity wasn’t the only thing that had been brought back to the families though. For Macau specifically, he had been given the opportunity to start something with Porsche’s little brother, Porchay.
It started off just going to school together-- Macau didn’t even know they went to the same school. And then it gradually evolved to hanging out outside of school, which just grew more and more frequent as time went on. Now, they’re practically conjoined by the hip, and neither seem like they’ll be letting go anytime soon.
Speaking of hips, Macau can see Porchay’s bouncing and rocking to the music just across the dining hall. He makes a B-line for him, not before bidding his cousin Kinn a greeting and everyone else who decided to welcome him along the way. As he does so, he can’t help but fond over his “friend’s” chosen attire.
Porchay has a satin suit on, black of course, with a matching turtleneck neatly tucked into his high waisted slacks, decorated with multiple necklaces of different lengths. His hair is styled in a sort of side part, perfect for defining the facial features that Macau likes to stare at from afar.
Macau is two steps away when Porchay turns around and faces him, an already bright smile becoming into an even brighter one. The younger of the two opens their arms for a warm hug, and Macau takes it immediately. His arms tighten ever so slightly around Porchay’s waist, his nose buried in the scent that he’s been in love with for so long already.
When they let go, Macau looks over Porchay’s shoulder out of habit and finds his eldest cousin, Tankhun, smirking sassily towards him, with his two personal bodyguards giving him equally knowing smiles and brow waves. He wants to flip them off just because but Porchay grabs his attention once again, as he always does, with two hands on his bicep. He drags Macau to God knows where, all the while Tankhun and his guards wave a teasing goodbye at him and Porchay.
It makes Macau’s cheeks burn slightly because how many fucking people can see right through his feelings for a certain mafia boss’ little brother?! Seriously, at this point, everyone and their moms know of Macau’s feelings except Porchay himself.
“Where are you even taking me, Chay?” Macau has to ask because they’re not even remotely close to where the party is being held anymore.
Porchay giggles, utter music to Macau’s ears, and says, “The garden, Cau, where else would we go?”
Right, the garden! The very place he had met not only Porchay, but Porsche as well. That damn pond still kind of haunts him till this day. Still, it’s not like he can say no to Porchay, he’s too smitten at this point to really refuse anything of the younger really.
The two of them make it to the garden in no time, heading straight to their usual place. It’s more secluded, hidden by some tropical trees, bushes, and ferns that have grown way too big. There’s a spread-out blanket waiting for them, with a basket full of what Macau assumes is stolen horderves sitting on top of it.
“Do you like it?” Porchay asks, voice almost a whisper.
“Of course, Chay,” Macau smiles, “I love it.”
They sit down then, enjoying each other’s company as they talk about whatever the fuck they want, stuffing each other’s faces with fancy finger food as they do so. They’ve done this type of thing countless times already, but it never seems to bore them with every growing moment.
It’s like they’re in their own world, away from all that is their crazy mafia family. No guns, no potential threats, just them laughing and talking for however long they want, without a care in the world. It may not be ideal to have to hide behind closed doors but it works for them, not like anyone would want to interrupt their little sessions on purpose.
Except, of course there’s that one single person that doesn’t want Macau to live the life he wants.
They’re in the middle of a very, almost intimate moment, with Macau slowly leaning closer to the boy his heart has been beating for ever since they met. Porchay, in turn, leans in as well, eyes gradually closing as the two get closer and closer. Their lips are centimeters apart, Macau can practically feel every intake of breath Porchay has with how close they are, and it’ll only be a little longer until he’ll be the only intake Porchay can get.
That is, until a voice booms around them, screaming Porchay’s name and yanking the younger away from Macau and their almost kiss. He doesn’t even have to look up to know who interrupted them, it’s always been the same person time and time again that’s gotten between him and Porchay.
“What the fuck, Kim?!” Macau yells, “Didn’t you see we were in the middle of something?”
The youngest of the main Theerapanyakun only glares at him in return before turning his attention to Porchay, who looks confused and slightly disappointed (Macau will take that as a win!). “Your brother is looking for you,” he says in a manner that makes Macau’s blood boil. It’s as if Kim is mocking him. For what, he doesn’t really know. Even if, it’s annoying and it only furthers his anger even more.
Kim all but drags Porchay back into the dining hall and straight into his brother’s arms, much to Porsche’s puzzlement and Kinn’s questioning look. Macau follows them, but decides not to join them any further, at least until his anger dies down. So, he goes over to his brother, where he’s having casual talk with Big, Ken, and Chan. Vegas looks at him like he wants to ask why Macau came back so early in the night but the simple shake of his head makes the elder Theerapanyakun only nod.
For the rest of the night, Macau can only watch as Kim hovers around Porchay, leading the younger from group to group and pulling him back into his space when Porchay wanders too far away from him. It makes his heart ache, because damn, he’s too much of a coward to bring Porchay back to him. Granted they never really established anything after sharing a few kisses from time to time.
They’ve been dancing around the line of friendship and relationship for so long, Macau doesn’t even know if they’ll get out of that vicious cycle, not with Kim around that is. And definitely not with how scared Macau is about messing up what they already have. That doesn’t stop him from becoming increasingly jealous though.
With every little touch and every little slip of Kim’s finger onto Porchay’s waist and shoulders, the more Macau’s jealousy increases. Kim had his chance eons ago, and he fucking ruined it. Why should he still be able to even hang around Porchay so much when it’s obvious how uncomfortable the younger is with him most of the time?
Macau can’t even bring himself to make up an excuse to get Porchay back, his mind too muddled with uncertainties and insecurities that he can’t even think straight anymore. It makes him feels so disappointed in himself, letting this fucker interact with the love of his life so freely and out in the open. It’s so distracting, even, that he doesn’t even realize losing sight of the both of them.
He looks around upon notice and finds nothing, so he starts to ask around. He first goes to Vegas, then Porsche, then Chan, of all people, before he finally gets an answer when Tankhun pulls him by the wrist and out into the hall.
“P’Khun what--”
“They went that way,” Tankhun answers before Macau can even finish his sentence, “I saw Kim dragging poor little Chay away just a few minutes ago and you looked a little lost so I’ve decided to help with your little ordeal.”
“Okay well, no need to say ‘little’ so many times. And thank you for the info?”
Tankhun smiles, “Of course little cousin! Anything to make sure Porchay is happy.”
Macau stills at the statement, staring widely at his grinning cousin, “And you think I make Porchay happy?”
“The happiest! Definitely way more happy than he is with Kim. Like, I love my littlest brother but he can be quite a big pain in the ass sometimes. Besides, Porchay already told me what happened between him and Kim, so I definitely do not approve of Kim lugging Chay around like he still owns the boy!” The eldest Theerapanyakun huffs, arms crossed and brows creased, “Now what are you doing just standing here?! Stake your claim already, my little Macau!”
With an eye roll, Macau starts to run towards the direction Tankhun had pointed him to, not before yelling “I’m not little anymore!” to his now favorite cousin (sorry Kinn!). He’s excited now, adrenaline seeping through his veins. He feels light on his feet and a lot less depressed than he was before. And to be honest, he thought all the anger that he’s been feeling had dissipated with Tankhun’s very supportive compliment.
Well, he thought wrong, because as soon as he rounded the corner, all that anger came flooding back in.
Kim and Porchay hadn’t gone far, but that also meant Kim had more opportunity to do things, which he obviously gladly took since he had Porchay stuck between himself and a wall, one arm holding both of Porchay’s wrists together and the other holding his chin. It looked like Kim was trying to have Porchay kiss him, but unfortunately for him, he doesn’t get the chance, because Macau rips the two apart, standing in front of a now frightened Porchay.
“You stay the fuck away from him, Kim!” Again, Macau yells at his older cousin, but this time, he isn’t backing down.
“This isn’t about you, Macau! This is about Chay and I so stay out of our fucking business,” Kim seeths.
Macau scoffs as he wraps a comforting hand around the wrist Porchay is using to hold his suit jacket, “No, you stay out of our business, Kim. He doesn’t want you anymore, and you’re never gonna get him. You had your fucking chance already and you know what you did? You fucking ruined it, by your own accord. Chay doesn’t owe you shit , so stop acting like he does.”
Macau doesn’t even let a peep come out of Kim’s mouth again because at that point, he decides it’s better to just drag Porchay to his room upstairs than to deal with an unreasonable and angry Kim. He locks the door behind them once they get inside, leading Porchay to his bed and checking if he’s alright.
“Cau, I’m fine! You don’t have to check every single place--”
Macau interrupts him, looking at Porchay dead straight into his eyes, “He touched you Chay. That fucker touched what’s mine , so I’m gonna make sure he didn’t leave any lingering marks behind.”
“So, I’m yours huh?” Porchay whispers, bringing his hands to rest on Macau’s shoulders.
“Huh?” The elder asks, having not heard what the younger had said, “Did you say someth--”
Suddenly, Porchay pulls Macau into a bruising kiss with his hands firmly on the back of the elder’s head. Macau kisses back almost immediately, pushing Porchay’s back against his bed sheets. They stay like that for a few minutes, exchanging saliva with the swirl of their tongues. Macau takes the lead, exploring Porchay’s mouth like he owns the place. He gets so heated into the kiss that he doesn’t realize his hips grinding against Porchay’s, pleading for any sort of friction. It’s only until Porchay moans into his mouth the first time that Macau pulls away, breathing haggard and eyes wide.
“Chay what--”
Once again, Porchay doesn’t let him finish his sentence; only brings him closer with the pull of his suit jacket. “You said I was yours,” he breathes out, “so make me yours, Cau.”
It takes a minute before Porchay’s words even register in his brain that yes, he indeed told Porchay that he was his and his alone, and that Porchay wants him to show that he’s actually his.
Holy fucking shit he actually said that... Welp, no turning back now!
“Be careful what you wish for, Chay, I might just ruin you for everyone else,” Macau whispers into Porchay’s ear, making the younger physically shiver.
“Oh yeah?” a giggle, not like the one before, escapes Porchay’s lips. This one much more sensual than the last one, “Then fucking ruin me, Macau.”
That was it. That single little sentence had broken whatever self control Macau had left in him, because right after those words had escaped Porchay’s pretty lips, Macau all but ravaged the younger, pulling him into a searing kiss.
Porchay moans into the kiss, his hands wandering all over Macau’s body until they get under the collar of his shiny suit jacket. He pushes the jacket off and only stops when he hears a clear yet soft thud sound near them. Macau takes this opportunity to make a path of kisses towards Porchay’s neck, sucking and biting every piece of skin his teeth can reach.
A loud moan escapes Porchay’s lips as Macau finds his way to the juncture between his shoulder and neck, which makes Macau bite him even harder, just to make sure there’s an evident mark on his skin that just screams ‘Macau’s property’.
“Fuck Chay,” Macau says between pants, “You sound so fucking good .”
“Off, off, off ,” is all the replies he gets.
And like the little simp he is, Macau casually complies, pulling away and rushing to shed his barely buttoned shirt and jeans. Porchay does the same, ripping practically every button off his clothes in an attempt to pull them off quick enough for him to dive in for another addictive kiss. He makes it all the way down to his boxers before he’s pushed further into the mattress, Macau pressing him deeper as he sends his tongue in for another dominance battle.
This time, Porchay has complete full range of Macau’s toned body, moaning at the feeling of hard muscle grazing his finger tips with every touch he takes. A shiver rolls down Macau’s back as Porchay’s fingers make their way down the line of his stomach, getting so close to his still clothed cock yet Macau grabs his hand anyway.
The elder pulls away ever so slightly, faces just centimeters shy of each other. Porchay tries to follow him, not wanting to break their make out session just yet, but he gets denied immediately, making Macau laugh at the utter mess he’s already put his baby into.
“Hands stay up, okay baby?”
Porchay nods, a little too quick for his liking but he’s extremely horny and extremely impatient to really do anything else. It makes Macau laugh again, before he uses his free hand (that wasn’t holding himself up) to caress every shape and curve of Porchay’s body, all the way from his skinny little ankles to the crook of his neck.
Experimentally, he squeezes, just lightly, hardly enough to choke someone out, but just enough for Macau to watch as Porchay’s face contorts into that of nervousness to complete and utter pleasure: eyes squeezed shut as the loudest moan of the night echoes through the dimly lit room around them.
Right then and there, Macau decides it’s going to be a lifetime goal to hear Porchay scream his name, for everyone in the entire world to hear. He doesn’t care who hears or what happens after, he just needs to hear his baby sing until he cums.
“You like that, huh? Me squeezing your neck until you have no other choice to gasp for air, or gasp for me. ” Macau dives back into Porchay’s neck, hand not moving an inch from its place, tongue licking a single stripe up from his clavicle all the way to his jaw.
The motion makes Porchay groan in both anticipation and excitement, biting his lip because fuck, he feels so good right now. “Macau, p-please,” he mutters quietly, the elder smirking at the reaction.
“What is it baby? If you want something you have to tell me, or else I can’t give it to you..”
“M-cau, ah , f-fuck me, please!”
The triumphant smile on Macau’s face is sickening, yet so fucking attractive , Porchay can’t get enough of looking at the man above him, who’s treating him with so much care yet giving in to every secret desire his body and his mind have kept away from himself all this time. He’s enamored with how Macau holds him like he means the world to him, like he’d do anything to worship the ground he walks on. Nothing close to what Kim used to make him feel.
“Chay…” Macau groans into his neck as his hands wander further down his body, tugging at the hem of his boxer shorts before slipping under them and squeezing his ass, gently massaging each cheek with every twitch of Porchay’s cock.
At this point, Macau is rock hard, unbelievably so, and he’s definitely sure that Porchay knows well because he digs his thigh right into his dick, just enough to make Macau moan over him. He starts to grind his hips down as a response, desperate to feel that type of pleasure again. He uses the grip he has on Porchay’s ass to lift his hips into his own, slowly rolling them, sending single jolts of electricity down both of their bodies.
“Shit Cau,” Porchay pants, “You’re gonna make me cum before I even have your dick in me.”
The statement makes Macau smirk, ever so sexily, “Is that really a problem for you?”
“I wanna cum-- mmm! with you inside me, idiot. So fuck m-me like you mean it.”
The look that Porchay gives him makes him want to howl like an animal. There’s so much desire in his eyes that Macau doesn’t even know if it’s all from the lust or something that’s been burning in the other. He doesn’t really care though, anything Porchay does makes his heart jump in ways he didn’t know could happen.
Pulling himself out of his second long stupor, Macau lifts himself off Porchay and reaches for his suit jacket. His hand dives into the inner pocket and pulls out a small tube of lube and a few packets of condoms. When he looks back at Porchay, he’s sporting a questioning yet teasing look.
“Well prepared, aren’t we?” He teases, laughs dying down quickly as he pulls the elder back on top of him with a hand to his shoulder.
Macau rolls his eyes, “My stupid brother, he wouldn’t let me leave the house without putting these in my pocket.”
“We’ll have to thank them then. I’m sure P’Vegas will be very proud to hear that you actually used them.”
“Don’t say his name,” Macau pleads, “I only want you screaming mine tonight.”
“ Gladly .”
Macau takes that as an invitation to finally pull down Porchay’s boxer shorts, and in turn, his as well. His dick stands proudly against his lower abdomen, mirroring the boy in front of him. The very sight of a lust-filled Porchay forces a low moan out of his lips. He then coats his fingers generously with the scentless lube his oh-so very charming older brother had provided him hours ago, bringing them to the tight ring of muscle that is Porchay’s entrance. He teases the younger, running his index and middle finger across the entrance before pushing the former slowly into him.
It’s uncomfortable at first, Macau can see it in how Porchay’s face scrunches with the sudden intrusion, but then it morphs into a more relaxed state as he gently pushes his finger in and out of him, curling it in places he just knows pulls Porchay further into that ecstasy state. This goes on for a while, until Macau has three of his fingers buried deep in Porchay’s hole, Porchay practically squirming every thrust of his digits.
The moment he pulls them out, the younger whimpers at the emptiness, but it isn’t long before something else is trying to protrude his hole. Macau, with his dick now wrapped in a condom, holds it at the entrance, staring down at Porchay as he waits for the younger to give him a consensual nod to keep going. Both moan as Macau pushes in until his balls are flushed against Porchay’s tight ass.
“You feel so tight around me baby, feels so good,” Macau groans, his hands moving so they could be placed at the other’s hips.
“Move before I cum right here, right n-- oh god .”
As soon as permission was granted, Macau had pulled out until only the head of his dick was in and slammed it back in, creating a perfect rhythm of slow outs and hard ins that make Porchay arch so beautifully.
“F-fuck ah, Mm-Macau!”
It’s music to his ears, really, the way Porchay moans as he fucks the younger into the mattress. He groans here and there as well, but he tries to keep himself as quiet as possible so the only sounds he could hear are Porchay’s and the slap of skin to skin contact. Seriously, this harmony of organic instruments may be Macau’s favorite type of music.
His hips speed up on their own, he doesn’t even realize it himself, but Porchay definitely feels the difference. He’s gripping the sheets behind him like his life depended on it, whimpering and wailing along as Macau’s bruising grip on his hips tighten.
The bed creaks along with him, hitting the wall at an erratic pace. It’s surprising how no one has noticed the sounds coming from it, but they guess it’s because every room in this building is practically soundproof; perks of having thick walls.
“Ah y-yeah Chay, your insides are pulling me in so well, baby. It’s like you’re made for me,” The elder whispers close to the other’s ear.
Porchay lets out a bellow of moans at that, nodding and ranting, “Yes-- y-yes, ‘m yours. Built only f-for you, Cau .”
Something in him breaks, and he doesn’t care what happens, he just wants to see the face that Porchay has on when he cums. So, he pulls one of his legs over his shoulder, the new angle giving him better access and an even deeper thrust. It even lets him hit a place that makes Porchay throw his head back into the pillows, screaming out in high pitches.
“There it is. I’ve been looking for you,” he practically purrs.
“ M-Macau !”
He pistons in and out, much more rough than he was moments before, hitting Porchay’s prostate with every push. Porchay is a screaming mess under him, using anything, including Macau’s back, as leverage against the brutal thrusts he’s experiencing right now. Macau is sure there’ll be vivid red lines down his back tomorrow morning, they already sting so good at this point, yet he doesn’t relent with his current speed and strength.
He folds Porchay in half, both of his legs on Macau’s shoulder as he impedes on Porchay's sensitive body. Every second this continues on, the more the burn in the pits of their stomachs rise and growl. Macau grunts as he pushes, which buries Porchay deeper into the sheets, almost as if he’ll become one with them.
One particular thrust makes Porchay see stars, making him yell out, “ Fuck Macau! So close, ‘m so fucking close.”
“Yeah?” Again, he purrs like the tiger he is, “Me t-- mm too, baby. What’re you gonna do? Gonna cum on my cock like, ah , the little slut you are?”
“Yes, oh my god, yes . Gonna cum for you, mmm made for you only.”
“That’s right, you’re mine . Only mine. No one else’s. Only mine to fuck and breed .”
Porchay gets pushed over the edge then, letting a muffled scream as Macau brings their lips together once more. Cum jets out of his cock, covering not only his stomach and chest, but also a little bit of Macau’s jaw. The feeling makes the elder preen, his thrust now unorganized and all over the place, determined to get off his own high.
He cums a few thrusts later, stuttering to a stop and making sure he’s milked out into the condom completely before letting Porchay’s legs fall to their sides and collapsing on top of him. Their heavy breaths echo through the now quiet room, yet their hearts seem so loud in their ears.
Porchay comes back to reality first, raising a hand so he can guide Macau’s jaw to his lips, licking his own cum off and tasting the slight sweetness of his own bodily fluids. He must’ve eaten a lot of pineapple recently, maybe that’s why it tastes how it does right now.
“If you keep doing that, we might just have another round,” Macau says into his shoulder, which makes Porchay giggle sweetly.
“As much as I would love to do that, I think we can stop here. I feel sticky, help me clean up, please?”
Of course Macau obliges, forcing himself to get up and grab a wet towel from the adjacent bathroom. He comes back quickly and wipes them both down before pulling the both of them under the sheets, after he had ripped the top layer off and dropped it on the ground.
Macau pulls Porchay close to him, who melts into his chest and cuddles into it. They fall asleep like that, wrapped around together, with contentment filling the air around them. They have a conversation waiting for them tomorrow morning, but for now, they sleep off the exhaustion.