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Pond was confused…how had he ended up like this?
When Phuwin asked him to come over after work, he didn’t even bother changing out of his suit. He’d rushed straight to the condo, expecting nothing more than a warm embrace, the comforting weight of his boyfriend against him after a long day.
But now… now he was here.
Seated on a chair in Phuwin’s bedroom, blindfolded, wrists bound behind the backrest, loose enough that he could break free if he really wanted to. His coat was gone, discarded somewhere in the room. His tie hung loosely around his neck, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone, exposing the skin beneath.
But none of that was the most important part.
No, the most important part was Phuwin, perched on his lap, grinding against him with slow, deliberate movements, his breath uneven, his moans shameless.
Pond couldn’t see, but he could feel. The way Phuwin’s thighs trembled. The way his body clenched around his own fingers as he stretched himself open. Two, by the way, it felt, the slick slide of them as he worked himself over, right there, right on top of him.
Pond’s pants lay pooled around his ankles, his belt still looped through them, his boxers pushed down just enough to leave him exposed, aching.
But none of that compared to the moment Phuwin- no, Neungdiao breathed his name.
“Palm…”
The second it left his lips, something in Pond shifted. His grip on reality, on control, wavered. He barely had time to process it before the name fell from his own lips in response, automatic, instinctual.
“Khun Neung…”
And just like that, he was lost.
Pond’s breathing was heavy, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs as every other sense sharpened in the absence of sight. The rustle of fabric. The slick, obscene sounds of Phuwin’s fingers moving inside himself. The quiet, shuddering moans that spilt from his boyfriend’s lips as he worked himself open, slow and deliberate, teasing both of them.
The warmth of Phuwin’s body was intoxicating. Every shift of his hips, every press of his bare skin against Pond’s own made his pulse spike.
And then- fuck.
Pond sucked in a sharp breath as Phuwin shifted forward, their lengths pressing together, the heat of it searing, unbearable in the best way. Phuwin rocked his hips, rubbing against him, slick and desperate, his own pleasure fueling the slow grind.
Pond flexed his fingers behind the chair, instinct screaming at him to reach out, to grab Phuwin’s waist and slam him down properly, but he didn’t. Wouldn’t. Because this wasn’t his game. It was Phuwin’s.
His boyfriend was still preparing himself, his breath hitching as he pushed a third finger inside. Pond could feel the way his body tensed at the stretch, the way his thighs trembled against his own. Phuwin whimpered, his forehead dropping onto Pond’s shoulder for a brief moment before he straightened again.
“Shit…” Pond exhaled, his jaw tight, his control slipping.
Phuwin didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Instead, he reached lower, sliding a fourth finger in alongside the others, and Pond felt it, felt the way Phuwin’s body clenched, the way his breath hitched, the way he trembled against him.
He was falling apart. And fuck, Pond wanted to watch.
But all he could do was listen and feel.
The slick sounds of Phuwin fucking himself open. The soft, breathy whimpers that slipped from his lips. The slow, steady grind of their bodies pressed together.
It was torture.
And Pond was barely holding on.
Pond was unravelling. Every slow, deliberate roll of Phuwin’s hips was driving him closer to the edge of his sanity. His fingers twitched behind the chair, his entire body burning with the need to touch, to take, to claim. But he didn't want to, not without Phuwin asking him to.
And Phuwin was making him suffer.
“Palm…” Phuwin breathed, his voice wrecked, desperate. His forehead pressed against Pond’s as he rocked forward, their lengths sliding together, slick with arousal. His fingers inside himself moved faster, deeper, his breath coming in shuddering pants. “Do you know… how long I’ve wanted this?”
Pond swallowed hard, his throat dry. His hands clenched behind the chair. “Tell me.”
Phuwin whimpered, his body tensing before he pushed down hard on his own fingers, letting out a choked moan. “Since the first time you touched me.” His voice was barely a whisper, but it sent a shockwave through Pond’s entire body. “Since the first time you stood behind me, placed your hands on my waist, told me to focus.”
Pond remembered. That day at the shooting range. When Neungdiao had been trembling, too tense to aim properly. Pond had come up behind him, wrapped his hands around his, and guided him. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time. But now…now, with Phuwin grinding against him, fucking himself open right on his lap, voice shaking with need-
“Since that day,” Phuwin continued, rolling his hips forward, dragging his length against Pond’s own. “I wanted you. I wanted to know what it would feel like… to have your hands on me. Your mouth on me. Your body inside me.”
Pond groaned, his head tipping back against the chair. His pulse pounded, his skin flushed with heat.
Phuwin exhaled a shaky breath, his fingers slipping out of himself, leaving him empty. “Palm…” He pressed his lips against Pond’s ear, voice trembling. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Pond barely had time to react before Phuwin lifted himself, positioning them both before he finally, finally sank down.
And Pond- Palm shattered.
Pond gasped as Phuwin sank down onto him, the overwhelming heat of it forcing every last ounce of restraint he had to the surface. His fingers clenched behind the chair, nails digging into his palms, because fuck…this was too much. The tightness, the slow stretch as Phuwin took him in inch by inch, the way his boyfriend moaned, high and breathless, his body shuddering with pleasure.
“F-Fuck-” Phuwin choked out, his thighs trembling against Pond’s. His hands found Pond’s shoulders, gripping onto the fabric of his half-unbuttoned dress shirt as he fully seated himself, and he took everything Pond had to give. His chest heaved, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Shit… You feel so- so good.”
Pond groaned, his head tipping back. His whole body ached with the need to move, to grip Phuwin’s waist and thrust up into that unbearable heat. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Because this wasn’t his game to control.
Phuwin let out a breathless laugh, his fingers tightening against Pond’s shoulders. “You know… you can touch me, right?” He rolled his hips slowly, teasingly, making them both gasp. “The rope… it’s loose enough. You can break free anytime you want.”
Pond could. He knew that. It would be so easy to snap his hands forward, to grab Phuwin and take over.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s ear, his voice a low, strained growl.
“I’ll only touch you when you want me to.”
Phuwin shuddered violently, his whole body clenching around him in response, his breath stuttering into a broken moan. “Shit-” His head dropped to Pond’s shoulder for a second before he straightened again, his fingers slipping down to claw at Pond’s chest through his shirt. “You’re really-” He let out a gasping whimper as he lifted his hips, only to drop back down, taking Pond even deeper. “-really going to make me lose my mind.”
Pond’s jaw tightened, his muscles coiled so tight he thought he might snap. Phuwin was moving now, riding him slow but deliberate, each roll of his hips making his moans grow louder, more desperate. His confidence was intoxicating, the way he fully embraced the control, taking his own pleasure without hesitation.
And Pond let him. He let Phuwin use him however he wanted. Let him drag his nails over his chest, let him whimper into his ear, let him grind down hard as he chased his own pleasure.
Because when Phuwin was like this- when Neungdiao was like this…how could he do anything but surrender?
Phuwin was losing himself. His movements became frantic and desperate, his thighs shaking as he bounced on Pond’s lap, taking him deep with every drop of his hips. His moans grew louder, uninhibited, each one spilling from his lips like a plea, like he couldn’t hold them back even if he wanted to.
And Pond…fuck, Pond just let him.
He sat there, bound but not really, watching…feeling Phuwin take everything he needed. Every roll of his hips, every clench of his body around him, every broken gasp as he used Pond for his own pleasure.
“Palm-” Phuwin whimpered, his fingers gripping Pond’s chest, his whole body trembling as he moved faster. “Say my name.”
Pond’s breath hitched. He could hear the need in Phuwin’s voice, the way he was teetering on the edge, just waiting for something to push him over.
So he gave it to him.
“Neung.” Pond’s voice was low, strained, but firm.
Phuwin moaned loudly, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he picked up the pace again, riding him harder.
“Say it again,” he gasped. “Please-”
Pond groaned, tilting his head back against the chair as he obeyed.
“Neungdiao…”
A sharp cry tore from Phuwin’s throat, his body tightening around him, his nails digging into Pond’s shoulders.
And then, the final push- Pond leaned in, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s ear, his voice dark and heavy with restraint.
“Khun Neung.”
Phuwin shattered.
His entire body seized up, his breath catching in his throat before he let out a choked moan, shaking violently as pleasure crashed over him. He came hard, his release splattering over Pond’s stomach, his own chest, his movements stuttering as he rode out every wave of his high.
Pond groaned at the feeling, at the way Phuwin clenched around him so tightly it was almost unbearable. He wanted to touch him so badly, to grip his waist, to hold him through his orgasm…but he didn’t. He stayed still, letting Phuwin take every last drop of pleasure he could.
And when Phuwin finally collapsed against his chest, his breathing ragged, his body spent and trembling, Pond just smiled.
“Good boy,” he murmured, making Phuwin shudder all over again.
Phuwin was still trembling, his breath ragged as he collapsed against Pond’s chest, spent and satisfied, but not done. Not yet.
Because even through the haze of his orgasm, even as his body still twitched from the aftershocks, he could feel Pond.
Hard. Throbbing. Still buried deep inside him.
And untouched.
Phuwin shivered, his fingers weakly gripping Pond’s shirt as he lifted his head slightly, his lips brushing against Pond’s ear as he whispered, voice raw and pleading—
“Palm… use me.”
Pond stopped breathing.
Something inside him snapped.
The ropes, already loose didn’t stand a chance. With one powerful flex of his arms, they shredded, flying off as he yanked his hands free, the sudden movement making Phuwin gasp.
Before Phuwin could react, Pond reached up, ripping off the blindfold. His vision was flooded with the sight before him…Phuwin’s face flushed deep red, his lips swollen from all his moaning, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His thighs were still twitching, slick and spent, his body quivering from the intensity of what just happened.
And yet he was still begging for more.
Pond exhaled harshly, his jaw clenching as he kicked off his pants completely, freeing himself fully. His hands shot forward, gripping Phuwin’s waist as he stood, lifting him effortlessly. Phuwin let out a startled noise, his legs instinctively wrapping around Pond’s waist, but before he could say anything, Pond was already moving.
Throwing him onto the bed.
Phuwin barely had time to adjust before Pond was on him, hovering over him, eyes dark and dangerous, pupils blown wide with lust.
“You asked for it,” Pond growled, gripping Phuwin’s thighs and spreading them apart. “So I hope you’re ready…”
He pressed forward, forcing a strangled moan from Phuwin’s lips.
“-because I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
Phuwin shivered at the possessiveness in his tone, his body still sensitive, still trembling from his last orgasm but he didn’t care. He wanted this. He wanted Pond to take him, to use him, to ruin him.
And Pond did.
He thrust in all at once, hard, deep, merciless, and Phuwin choked on a moan, his back arching off the bed at the sudden overwhelming stretch. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
“F-Fuck-” Phuwin barely managed to get the word out before Pond pulled back and slammed into him again, setting a brutal pace from the start. Fast, rough, completely unrestrained.
Pond wasn’t teasing anymore. Wasn’t holding back.
Phuwin felt everything. Every inch of him, every deep, punishing thrust, every sharp inhale against his skin as Pond chased his own pleasure, taking exactly what he needed.
And Phuwin loved it.
He cried out, his hands scrambling to hold onto something- anything but Pond grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, pressing them into the mattress as he pounded into him relentlessly.
"You said you wanted me to use you," Pond gritted out, his breath hot against Phuwin’s ear. "So take it."
Phuwin moaned shamelessly, his thighs tightening around Pond’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper, harder. His body was still sensitive, still wrecked from his last orgasm, but fuck he was close again.
The way Pond was handling him, the way he took complete control, holding him down, owning every single inch of him… it was too much, too good.
“P-Palm- ” Phuwin gasped, his voice wrecked, shaking, but he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. "D-Don’t stop- please-"
Pond groaned, his grip tightening, his rhythm growing rougher, his need spiralling out of control. His mouth was everywhere, nipping at Phuwin’s throat, sucking marks into his collarbone, devouring every little moan that left his lips.
Phuwin was a mess. His body trembled, his muscles clenching, his breath stuttering with every sharp thrust. He was so, so close.
And Pond knew.
"You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?" Pond growled, his voice thick, teasing, but strained with his own pleasure. He thrust into him harder, deeper, pushing him right to the edge. "Do it, Neung. Come for me."
The way he said it Neung sent Phuwin crashing over the edge.
He screamed, his entire body convulsing as he came again, harder than before, his release spilling between them, coating his stomach, his chest. His head fell back against the pillows, his vision going white as waves of pleasure tore through him, leaving him shaking, panting, and utterly wrecked.
But Pond wasn’t done.
Phuwin was still pulsing around him, still tight, hot, perfect, and it sent Pond spiralling. He cursed under his breath, burying himself as deep as he could, his thrusts turning desperate, erratic. He was so close, so fucking close-
With one final deep, shuddering thrust, Pond groaned low and rough, his body tensing as he finally came, his release spilling deep inside Phuwin. His hands clenched around Phuwin’s wrists, his breath ragged as he rode out every wave, emptying himself completely.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
They were both gasping for breath, skin damp with sweat, their bodies still twitching from the intensity of what just happened.
Pond was the first to move, pressing slow, lingering kisses along Phuwin’s jaw, his neck, and his lips. Soft, in contrast to everything that just happened.
He loosened his grip on Phuwin’s wrists, gently massaging them where he’d held him down. He didn’t pull away, didn’t move from where their bodies were still connected…just held him close, letting them both catch their breath.
"You okay?" Pond murmured, his voice softer now, checking in despite how wrecked he was.
Phuwin hummed lazily, still dazed, still trying to come back down from the high. Instead of answering, he simply curled his arms around Pond’s shoulders, pulling him in even closer.
Pond smirked, kissing him again.
"Good," he murmured against his lips. "Because I’m not done with you yet."
Phuwin was still catching his breath, body trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, when he felt it.
Pond was still inside him...till buried deep but now… he was getting hard again.
Phuwin gasped, his entire body tensing as he felt Pond throb against his sensitive walls, his spent hole clenching instinctively around him. And then- fuck.
Pond shifted, grinding just slightly, making Phuwin whimper at the overstimulation. His body twitched, too sensitive, too raw, but it felt so good.
And then, Pond’s hand was on his stomach.
Pressing down, right where his release was pooling on Phuwin’s skin, mixing with sweat, making a mess of him. But that wasn’t what made Phuwin’s breath hitch. It was what he felt beneath Pond’s palm…the hard, undeniable bulge inside him, pressing against his stomach from the inside.
Phuwin let out a broken moan, his body arching up into the touch, his thighs trembling around Pond’s waist.
"Feel that?" Pond murmured, his voice low, teasing, but filled with hunger. He applied a little more pressure, forcing Phuwin to feel every inch of him inside. "Still inside you. Still hard. You’re not done, are you?"
Phuwin could only whimper in response, his fingers clutching weakly at Pond’s shoulders. He should’ve been exhausted. He was exhausted but Pond’s touch, his voice, and the way he was looking at him like he was something to be devoured was making him needy all over again.
Pond smirked, his gaze dropping lower.
Phuwin’s chest was flushed, his nipples red and swollen, still hard, still sensitive.
Pond dragged his fingers over one, rolling it between his fingertips, pinching just hard enough to make Phuwin gasp.
“Were you playing with yourself while I was at work?” Pond asked, his tone slow, deliberate...accusing.
Phuwin’s breath hitched.
He tried to turn his head, his face burning, but Pond caught his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.
“Well?” Pond pressed, tweaking the other nipple, making Phuwin arch with a shaky whimper.
“I- I was…” Phuwin’s voice was barely above a whisper, his words breaking off into another moan as Pond twisted his sensitive peak.
“What was that?” Pond’s smirk deepened, his teasing cruel.
Phuwin squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body squirming beneath him.
" I was rewatching the series," he finally admitted, his voice a breathy, embarrassed whimper. "And you just looked so good… so I-"
Pond stilled.
Then he let out a low, dangerous chuckle.
"You touched yourself," he murmured, his hand leaving Phuwin’s stomach to grip his waist instead. "To me. To us."
Phuwin nodded weakly, his thighs twitching as Pond’s grip tightened.
“That’s cute.” Pond leaned in, dragging his tongue over one of Phuwin’s oversensitive nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Phuwin’s entire body jerked violently, a sharp cry spilling from his lips.
Pond grinned against his skin, biting down just enough to make Phuwin squirm. “Then let me show you,” he whispered darkly, rolling his hips again, pushing deep inside him, making Phuwin’s breath catch.
"Let me show you how much better I feel in real life."
Pond’s pace never slowed, even as Phuwin’s body trembled beneath him. Every thrust pushed Phuwin closer to the edge again, his body caught between overstimulation and the overwhelming need for more. He wanted it all.
Pond seemed to sense it. He pulled back slightly, letting Phuwin gasp for air before slamming back into him, deeper this time, making them both moan in unison. Phuwin’s nails dug into Pond’s shoulders, his legs wrapping around his waist as he met each thrust with a desperate, needy motion of his own.
"You’re taking me so well," Pond groaned, his hands gripping Phuwin’s hips as he leaned down, his mouth finding Phuwin’s neck, sucking, biting, leaving a trail of marks in his wake.
Phuwin’s chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, the tension in his body building, tighter and tighter, as Pond’s cock hit all the right spots. He was so close, so close to shattering again.
But Pond wasn’t finished yet. He angled his hips, pressing in at just the right angle that made Phuwin cry out again, his body convulsing beneath him. "Say my name," Pond rasped, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me you’re mine."
Phuwin could barely think, the world a blur of sensation. But he managed to gasp out, "Palm… I’m yours. Neungdiao. All yours."
The moment those words left his lips, Pond lost control. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. Phuwin’s body locked around him, his muscles tight, his breath coming in short gasps as the pressure in his core grew unbearable.
Phuwin whimpered, barely able to form a coherent thought, but Pond wasn’t stopping. He leaned down, capturing Phuwin’s lips in a fevered kiss, swallowing his moans as he gave in to his own release. Phuwin’s walls clamped down around him, and the pressure built in his stomach until he finally exploded, spilling between them with a shuddering cry, his whole body trembling from the force.
Pond followed immediately after, coming deep inside Phuwin with a growl, his body jerking, muscles tightening as his climax surged through him. He collapsed on top of Phuwin, both of them gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and spent from the intense moment.
As Phuwin’s body continued to tremble beneath him, the lingering aftershocks of their passion slowly began to subside. Pond, still inside Phuwin, was breathing heavily, his face buried against the crook of Phuwin’s neck. He couldn’t help but smile at the intensity of it all, though his mind was still reeling from the rawness of what had just happened.
He pulled back just enough to look down at Phuwin, still completely enveloped in each other, sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
"You know," Pond started, his voice still a little breathless, "I don’t know what came over you back there…" His fingers gently traced over Phuwin’s jaw, as if still trying to comprehend the power of their connection.
Phuwin, a satisfied grin playing at the corners of his lips, chuckled softly. "I didn’t plan it, I swear. You just looked too good"
Pond raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Yeah? Well, if that’s what happens when you don’t plan it… I’m okay if it happens more often, Planned or not planned."
Phuwin’s grin widened, a soft laugh escaping him as he looked up at Pond, his arms sliding around him to pull him closer. "I guess we’ll see, won’t we?"
Pond chuckled, his hand brushing through Phuwin’s messy hair. "Expecting it more," he replied, his tone playful but laced with a promise.
The two of them shared a quiet laugh, the tension melting away into something comfortable, something easy. Pond slowly shifted, but kept himself nestled deep inside Phuwin, as though unwilling to move just yet. They settled back into each other, Phuwin’s legs wrapping gently around Pond’s waist, their bodies still tangled together in a blissful, post-climactic warmth.
“Thank you, P’Pond, I love you” Phuwin muttered, his eyes half-closed, a contented sigh leaving his lips.
Pond smiled, his forehead resting gently against Phuwin’s. “I love you too, My love.”
And with that, they snuggled closer, drifting into a comfortable silence, the only sound the steady beat of their hearts as they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, Pond still inside Phuwin, both of them perfectly content.