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“So, you’re not coming again?” Phuwin’s sleepy voice filtered through the phone, dragging each word with a touch of melancholy that made Pond’s heart tighten a little more. It was around ten at night, and the silence on the line seemed to amplify the tiredness they both felt, though for different reasons. It had been exactly three days since they had seen each other, three days that felt like an eternity to Phuwin, but to Pond they were a whirlwind of notes, formulas, and deadlines that gave no respite. Pond let out a sigh of frustration, deep and heavy, as if he were exhaling all the weight of his accumulated exhaustion.
He adjusted his glasses with a distracted gesture, pushing them up on the bridge of his nose while trying to focus on the conversation. His black hair, slightly disheveled, fell in soft strands over his forehead. He was still wearing his white shirt, with the top buttons unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of pale skin under the open collar, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if time hadn’t even allowed him to change. “Phuwin, baby, we’ve already talked about this" Pond replied with a voice that tried to sound firm, but betrayed a thread of regret. “I have to hang up now. Good night.” Without giving the younger one time to reply, he pressed the button to end the call.
He set the phone on the table with a brusque gesture, as if the device were to blame for his dilemma, and sank back into the sea of books and notes surrounding him. His eyes, framed by those thin glasses that gave him an intellectual and somewhat distant appearance, scanned the pages with forced determination, but his mind was already wandering. He only had one week left to prepare, a week that felt like an inexorable countdown to a crucial exam that would represent half of his final grade. It was one of those tests that defined not only the semester, but carried the weight of future expectations, dreams, and pressures that Pond imposed on himself.
That’s why he had relegated everything else to the background: outings, shared laughter, and above all, Phuwin. He missed him with an intensity that physically hurt, like a void in his chest. He wanted to see him, touch him, kiss him until the world blurred and only the two of them remained. He wanted to tangle his fingers in Phuwin’s soft hair, feel his warm breath against his skin, and forget for a moment that life wasn’t just obligations and deadlines. But he couldn’t allow himself that; studies came first, or at least that’s what he repeated to himself like a mantra so as not to falter. The clock advanced inexorably, and before he knew it, it was already marking midnight. Pond hadn’t even tasted a bite since the afternoon; his stomach protested with a dull rumble that he deliberately ignored.
He was still in the same white shirt and his glasses were starting to fog slightly from the heat of his own agitated breathing. He felt his body heavy, as if it were made of lead, every muscle tense and exhausted from the accumulated stress. He couldn’t concentrate on anything: the words in the books became blurry, the equations tangled in his mind like an impossible knot to untie. Exhaustion invaded him in waves, but what tormented him most was that palpable absence of Phuwin, a longing that pierced his chest like a sweet and painful thorn at the same time. He couldn’t go on like this, Pond thought, with a determination that sprang from the depths of his emotional exhaustion. The weight of the books, the unsolved equations, and the silence of the room became unbearable from one moment to the next. He stood up from the chair with a brusque, almost clumsy movement, abandoning the disordered pile of texts and notebooks on the table without even looking at them once more.
His hands trembled slightly when he took the car keys from a nearby hook, and he didn’t even bother to change clothes. He just wanted to see Phuwin, feel his warmth, erase those three days of absence with a hug that would anchor him back to reality. He went out into the cool night, the nocturnal air hitting his face. He started the engine with a roar that broke the silence, and stepped on the accelerator with more force than necessary, the streetlights blurring into hazy streaks around him. In his mind, only Phuwin existed: the way his laughter filled the empty spaces, how his eyes lit up when he saw him, the soft touch of his skin against his. He hadn’t told him he was coming; he wanted to surprise him, or maybe it was just that he couldn’t wait even a second longer to send a message. The journey felt eternal and ephemeral at the same time, each red light a torture. His heart pounded hard against his chest, a mix of anticipation and guilt for having left him waiting so long.
Finally, he parked, turned off the engine, and ran to the door, his agitated breathing mixing with the accelerated pulse in his ears. After knocking a couple of times on the door, with impatient taps that echoed in the empty hallway, he heard some lazy footsteps dragging from inside. The sound was slow, as if the owner of those steps was emerging from a deep sleep. The door opened, revealing Phuwin in all his disheveled splendor. His long, straight hair fell in disordered strands over his forehead and ears, giving him an air of adorable vulnerability that contrasted with his sleepy expression. His face showed eyes narrowed by sleep, and his pink, full lips curved into an initial grimace of confusion. His white skin glowed under the dim light, accentuating his small and delicate waist, which could be guessed under the loose fabric, and his long, slender legs extended downward, exposed almost completely.
He was wearing one of Pond’s white shirts, which was huge on him down to mid-thigh, and underneath only tight boxers that barely peeked out. Pond felt his throat dry instantly, as if all the air had evaporated from his lungs at that sight. Phuwin seemed like temptation incarnate, fresh from sleep and completely unprepared, and that only fanned the fire that Pond had been containing for days. He didn’t even give him time to react or say a word; he lunged at him with a primitive urgency, taking him from his exposed thighs and lifting him into the air as if he weighed nothing. Phuwin let out a surprised gasp, his eyes opening wide, and instinctively wrapped his long legs around Pond’s waist, clinging to his shoulders so as not to fall.
“I missed you..." Pond whispered with a hoarse voice, burying his face in Phuwin’s warm neck, inhaling his familiar scent that made him feel at home. Phuwin smiled, a soft curve on his lips that lit up his sleepy face, and hugged him around the neck tightly, his fingers tangling in Pond’s black hair.
“I missed you too, silly" he replied in a soft whisper, his warm breath against Pond’s ear, loaded with relief and affection. Pond didn’t waste time; with Phuwin still in his arms, he walked toward the bedroom with determined steps, the light weight of his boyfriend against his chest igniting every nerve in his body. He opened the door with a clumsy kick, the bang resonating in the stillness, and entered the room, depositing the younger one on the bed with gentleness but without releasing his grip.
He stayed on top of him, his body covering Phuwin’s, their ragged breaths mixing in the charged air. "Pond?” Phuwin called with a note of confusion in his voice, his eyes seeking the older one’s in the dim light. Their gazes met, and Phuwin noticed how Pond’s expression had changed completely: his dilated pupils devouring the iris, giving him a wild and needy appearance, his lips parted in agitated breathing, and a tension in his jaw that spoke of a repressed desire about to explode.
Pond took off his glasses with a quick movement, leaving them on the nightstand, and before Phuwin could process it, he captured his lips in a desperate, needy, and hungry kiss. It was as if all the accumulated stress poured into that contact, their mouths crashing with an intensity that bordered on the savage.
Phuwin reciprocated with the same passion, his hands rising to the older one’s arms, digging his nails into the firm biceps and drawing a deep growl that got lost in his mouth, vibrating against his lips. "I need you" Pond whispered against Phuwin’s swollen lips, his voice a low purr loaded with urgency. Phuwin gave him a pleading look, his eyes shining with the same longing, showing without words that he needed him in the same desperate way. Pond’s kisses went down his jaw, tracing a burning path of lips and teeth, until reaching his exposed neck. He licked it with his flat tongue, savoring the salty skin, then sucked hard on sensitive points, leaving red marks, bit with delicate but firm pressure, drawing high moans that filled the room.
Phuwin writhed beneath him, his hips arching involuntarily, his hands clutching the sheets like anchors. "N—ngh, Pond, calm down a bit—ah!” Phuwin begged between uncontrollable moans, his voice broken and trembling, but without real intention of stopping him. Pond pulled away just enough to remove the loose shirt, his fingers trembling with anticipation revealing Phuwin’s naked torso. His eyes devoured the sight: the white and soft skin, the small waist curving invitingly. Without wasting a second, he lowered his mouth to one of the pink nipples, sucking it hard, rolling his tongue around the hardened bud and tugging gently with his teeth. Phuwin arched his back with a sharp moan, his fingers tangling in Pond’s hair, pulling him to keep him close. Pond alternated to the other nipple, licking it in slow and torturous circles, nibbling until it reddened, sucking with a hunger that made Phuwin writhe in pleasure.
Each suck was deliberate, prolonged, as if Pond wanted to etch every reaction into his memory, his hands roaming the younger one’s sides to anchor him in place. He went lower, kissing his flat belly with soft kisses at first, tracing patterns with his tongue over the sensitive skin, then nibbling around the navel with playful bites that provoked broken gasps and muffled giggles mixed with moans. He left small tooth marks, not strong enough to really hurt, but enough to send waves of heat straight to Phuwin’s core, making his body tense in anticipation. His lips brushed the line where the shirt had ended, kissing every exposed inch with a devotion that bordered on adoration, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps on the pale skin.
Finally, he reached the boxers, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband and pulling them down with a slow and deliberate movement, exposing Phuwin completely. His pale and long thighs parted slightly, trembling under Pond’s scrutiny, who didn’t hesitate to attack them with a series of sucks and bites on the inner flesh, leaving a trail of red and purple bruises that bloomed like constellations on his skin. Each bite was followed by a soothing lick, lapping at the sensitive spot to calm the sting, but the pleasurable pain only fanned the fire in Phuwin, who moaned uncontrollably, his legs trying to close by instinct but being held open by Pond’s firm hands. Pond reached his pussy, already soaked and glistening with arousal, the swollen and pink folds inviting him.
He looked at it for a moment, his hot breath against the sensitive skin, making Phuwin squirm restlessly, before burying his mouth with a voracious hunger. His tongue licked the outer folds first, savoring with broad and slow laps, exploring every curve and crevice as if it were the first time. Then he delved deeper, licking with rhythmic movements that made Phuwin arch, his hips pushing upward in search of more friction. "Keep your legs open for me" Pond growled against his skin, his large hands pushing Phuwin’s thighs to keep him exposed and vulnerable, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to leave faint marks.
“Ngh—Pond!” Phuwin gasped, his voice a broken thread, his hips moving involuntarily toward his boyfriend’s mouth, the pleasure building in layers that left him breathless. Pond smiled against him, a malicious curve on his lips, before swirling his tongue around the swollen clit, sucking it with intermittent force, alternating between soft pressures and more intense tugs. “You missed my mouth here, hm?” he murmured, his voice vibrating directly against the sensitive wetness, sending waves of pleasure that coursed through Phuwin’s entire body like electricity.
“Y—yes, so much! Fuck, more, please…” Phuwin begged, his hands pulling at Pond’s black hair with desperation, guiding him deeper. Pond obeyed, but at his own torturous pace, his tongue penetrating with rhythmic and deep movements, lapping every inch with avidity while his hands massaged the inner thighs. “You’re so soaked, my tongue slides so easily, see?” he said, pulling away just enough to look Phuwin in the eyes, his chin and lips glistening with the younger one’s juices, a satisfied smile on his face before diving back in, sucking and licking with an intensity that bordered on the obsessive, exploring every fold with the tip of his tongue.
“That’s—oh, f—fuck!” Phuwin moaned, his legs trembling uncontrollably, his body tensing like a string about to snap, the climax approaching with alarming speed. Pond noticed the signs: the louder moans, the hips pushing with more urgency, the way Phuwin’s muscles contracted around his tongue. He didn’t want it to end so quickly; he wanted to prolong this, make it last until both were on the edge of madness. “You missed your boyfriend that much?” Pond asked with a malicious smile, his tongue tracing torturous patterns around the clit without touching it directly, delaying the inevitable peak. "W—wait, I’m gonna cum, P—Pond!” Phuwin warned, his voice broken and pleading, his hips pushing against Pond’s mouth in a desperate rhythm, the pleasure accumulating like an unstoppable wave threatening to break any second.
But Pond pulled away just in time, his mouth separating with a wet and obscene sound, leaving Phuwin panting and frustrated on the edge of the abyss. “Not so fast, baby" Pond murmured with a hoarse and playful voice, his dark eyes shining with malice as he observed Phuwin’s trembling body. He spit directly onto the exposed pussy, the warm saliva mixing with the already present wetness, lubricating the swollen folds even more. Phuwin let out a muffled moan at the unexpected gesture, his body arching from the fresh and slippery sensation. Without giving him time to recover, Pond slid two fingers in easily, slipping them into the tight and soaked heat, curling them slightly to press against the sensitive walls. He began to fuck him with them at a slow pace at first, pulling them almost completely out before pushing them back in, deep and deliberate, his knuckles brushing the entrance with each thrust.
"Look how easily they go in, you’re so ready for me" Pond growled, gradually speeding up, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside Phuwin that made him see stars. Phuwin writhed, his hands clutching the sheets tightly, high moans escaping his pink lips. “P—Pond, oh god, that—ngh, faster!” he begged, his legs spreading wider by instinct, his body betraying him in his need. Pond obeyed, his fingers moving with more speed and force, the wet sound of friction filling the room along with both their gasps. He alternated between fast thrusts and torturous pauses, where he twisted them inside to massage the walls, prolonging the pleasure until Phuwin was begging again.
"Tell me how much you missed it" Pond demanded, his thumb brushing the swollen clit in circles synchronized with his fingers, bringing Phuwin to the edge over and over without letting him fall. "S—so much, Pond, please, don’t stop" Phuwin responded between sobs of pleasure, his small waist arching off the bed, his white skin reddened by the flush that spread over his entire body. The pleasure accumulated again, more intense this time, and Pond knew it, but he kept controlling the rhythm, ensuring every second was a delicious agony.
Pond raised his face slowly, keeping his fingers sunk deep inside his boyfriend’s soaked and throbbing pussy, feeling how the inner walls contracted around them in erratic and desperate spasms, as if Phuwin’s body refused to let go of that delicious invasion that filled him completely.
His dark eyes, still dilated by raw desire, fixed on Phuwin’s flushed face, which was contorted in a mask of pure ecstasy on the verge of collapse: his pink and full lips parted in irregular and broken gasps, his eyes narrowed and glassy with tears of pleasure accumulating in the corners, and his disheveled hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. The scent of sex and arousal filled the air, mixed with the sweet and familiar smell of Phuwin’s skin, and Pond couldn’t resist that sight anymore; he leaned forward with a possessive urgency, capturing his boyfriend’s swollen lips in a fierce and devouring kiss, his tongue delving into the wet heat of his mouth like a conquest, exploring every corner, tasting the salty flavor of his own previous kisses mixed with Phuwin’s muffled moans.
While their mouths melted in that savage kiss, Pond’s fingers didn’t stop; they moved with an implacable ferocity, curling and thrusting with a brutal and rhythmic speed, hitting over and over that sweet and sensitive spot deep inside Phuwin, the obscene and wet sound of friction echoing in the room like an erotic echo that fanned the fire in both. Each thrust was deliberate, deep, stretching the tight walls and sending waves of electric pleasure that coursed through the younger one’s body. Phuwin moaned against Pond’s mouth, his nails digging into the older one’s bare shoulders, leaving red furrows that burned pleasurably, but the kiss didn’t break; it was a voracious exchange of saliva and desire, with Pond’s tongue dominating, tangling with Phuwin’s in a chaotic dance that reflected the chaos of their emotions repressed during those three days of torturous absence.
Phuwin couldn’t hold on anymore; the pleasure had built up into an unstoppable crest, a tsunami of sensations that overwhelmed him from the core of his being, tensing every muscle in his pale and slender body like a bow about to snap. He came with a sharp, broken, and primal scream against Pond’s devouring mouth, his long legs trembling uncontrollably while wave after wave of pure ecstasy pierced him, his pussy contracting in violent spasms around the invading fingers, soaking his boyfriend’s hand with hot, slippery, and abundant squirts that dripped down his pale inner thighs and spread in a wet pool on the rumpled sheets. Pond felt every pulse, every rhythmic and desperate contraction that sucked him deeper, and he growled with deep satisfaction in the kiss, prolonging the orgasm with slower but intense movements, milking every drop of pleasure from that explosive climax until Phuwin collapsed panting and exhausted beneath him, his chest rising and falling with erratic and shallow breaths, his white skin reddened by a flush that extended from his cheeks to his exposed neck.
Still trembling from the intense aftershocks that coursed through his body like residual electric currents, Phuwin sat up slightly, his eyes still clouded and glassy from the recent climax, but now shining with a renewed, hungry, and voracious anxiety that reflected his insatiable need for more. His hands, still trembling, reached for Pond’s sweaty white shirt, pulling at the remaining buttons with a clumsy and desperate urgency, opening it with a brusque tug that made the last ones fly off in the dimness of the room, revealing the older one’s defined and muscular torso, with beads of sweat pearling on his skin.
"Pond… I need to see you, touch you, all of you..." Phuwin murmured with a broken voice, loaded with raw desire that made him sound pleading, his fingers descending hastily to lower the zipper of the black pants with feverish movements, pushing them down along with the tight boxers, freeing Pond’s hard, thick, and throbbing erection that stood heavy, the red and swollen tip dripping pre-cum in transparent threads that glistened under the dim light. Phuwin left him completely naked, his big and dark eyes devouring his boyfriend’s athletic body: the firm muscles of his chest rising and falling with agitated breaths, the tense and defined abs from repressed arousal, and that veiny and slightly curved cock that made him salivate just imagining it inside him. Pond let him do it, his breathing heavy and broken, watching him with a lopsided and malicious smile while Phuwin undressed him like a long-awaited gift, his own hands brushing the younger one’s sides to encourage him.
When Phuwin tried to sit up completely on the bed, still with his legs weak and trembling from the recent orgasm that had left him like jelly, Pond acted in a quick, fluid, and dominant movement, turning him easily onto his stomach so he lay face down on the rumpled and wet sheets. Phuwin let out a surprised and muffled gasp, his face sinking momentarily into the plush pillow, the scent of sex impregnated in the fabric invading his senses, but Pond didn’t give him time to protest or adjust; he took a nearby pillow with a firm hand and slid it under the younger one’s slim abdomen, lifting his small and delicate waist, arching his round, pale, and soft ass in an inviting and completely exposed position that made him vulnerable and tempting at the same time. The soft and fleshy buttocks parted slightly due to the arched posture, revealing the still swollen, pink, and glistening pussy from residual wetness, with drops of his own climax dripping slowly, and the tight hole further back, pink and eager, contracting slightly under scrutiny.
Pond positioned himself behind him on his knees, his large hands spreading the buttocks firmly, his thumbs brushing the sensitive and soft skin of the inner folds, opening him more to admire the erotic view that made him growl with primitive and animal desire, his cock throbbing in anticipation against the cool air.
Phuwin, with his face turned to one side against the pillow, his disheveled and long hair falling in sweaty strands over his narrowed eyes, felt the cool and exposed air against his most vulnerable intimacy, a shiver of arousal running down his spine, and he couldn’t help but beg with a pleading, desperate, and hoarse voice that trembled with need. “P—Pond, please… put it in me, I need you inside me" he implored, pushing his hips back in an instinctive and lascivious movement, offering himself completely, his arched ass trembling with anticipation and desire, his long legs spread enough to invite him.
Pond obeyed without hesitating a second, aligning his hard and thick cock against the slippery and soaked entrance, the tip brushing the swollen and sensitive folds before pushing with a slow but inexorable and deep movement, sinking inch by inch into Phuwin’s warm, wet, and tight interior. “Ugh, so good, so tight" Pond grunted with a grave, broken voice loaded with raw pleasure, his eyes closing momentarily as he felt the inner walls squeeze him, every inch of his length engulfed by that tight and pulsing warmth that made him see stars behind his eyelids. He sank to the hilt, his hips pressed firmly against the soft and round buttocks, his heavy balls brushing the sensitive skin below, and he stayed still for a few eternal and torturous seconds, enjoying the delicious tightness of the younger one, feeling the internal rhythmic pulses that massaged and sucked him, his own arousal on the edge of the abyss but controlled by sheer iron will, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths to savor the moment.
Phuwin moaned loud and prolonged, biting his full lower lip until it bled slightly, adjusting to the invading thickness that filled him completely, stretching him in a perfect mix of pleasurable pain and ecstasy, but soon the pure pleasure overcame any initial discomfort, turning into a burning need. “N—ngh, love!” he gasped with a broken voice, pushing back with his hips to urge him, his pale and slender body craving more movement, more friction. “Yes, yes, yes—oh, god! Move, please.”That was all Pond needed to unleash himself; he took Phuwin’s slender arms and held them behind his back with one large and firm hand, immobilizing him in that vulnerable and submissive position, his grip strong and possessive enough to leave red marks on the pale and delicate wrists, restricting any movement while his other hand dug into the younger one’s narrow hip to guide the thrusts.
He began to move with animal ferocity, thrusting hard, deep, and without mercy, unloading all his accumulated stress from the endless exams, his frustrations from the forced separation, and emotional exhaustion in every rough and brutal stroke that made their bodies collide with wet, obscene, and rhythmic sounds, like erotic slaps that filled the room. He gave it to him without mercy, his cock pulling almost completely out, leaving only the tip inside to torture him, before slamming back in with force, hitting deep at precise angles that brushed all the sensitive internal points, the implacable rhythm like a maddened piston, his hips crashing against the buttocks that bounced with each impact.
“So desperate for me" Pond murmured with a hoarse and panting voice, his hot and broken breath against Phuwin’s sweaty back, accelerating the rhythm until the sound of skin against skin, mixed with the wet splashes, dominated everything. “Fuck, you look so hot like this, baby, arched and begging for my cock.”Phuwin felt his eyes roll back from the overwhelming and intense pleasure, each thrust sending waves of pure ecstasy that made him tremble from head to toe, his pussy squirting more hot wetness that facilitated the brutal and slippery slide, dripping down his inner thighs and soaking the sheets below. He bit the pillow hard with desperate force, muffling a guttural scream in the plush fabric, but his treacherous and eager body offered more of his ass to the older one, arching even more to receive him deeper, his buttocks trembling and reddened from the repeated impacts. "P—Pond, I needed you so much…” he sobbed between high and broken moans, his voice muffled and broken by the pleasure consuming him. “Please don’t stop, I like it so much!”
“You take your boyfriend’s cock so well, you craved this, right?” Pond replied with a possessive growl, his free hand spanking a soft buttock lightly to accentuate his words, the burning sting adding a delicious and sharp edge to the overwhelming pleasure, making Phuwin contract even more around him. "Yes, yes—ngh, I craved this so much, unload everything in me!” Phuwin begged with a broken and pleading voice, his words muffled against the pillow he bit with clenched teeth, tears of pure pleasure rolling down his flushed cheeks, his entire body surrendering to the wild and rough rhythm. Pond grunted with each deep movement, lost in the addictive sensation, his control crumbling as he pushed deeper, faster, and more brutal, the muscles of his back tense and sweaty under the dim light, unloading everything into his boyfriend’s tight, welcoming, and dripping hole, who melted beneath him in a sea of pure, needy, and overwhelming pleasure, his moans becoming an uninterrupted chorus of ecstasy.
Pond felt his climax approaching with an overwhelming intensity, each deep and brutal thrust into Phuwin’s tight interior sending waves of pleasure that consumed him completely, but he didn’t want to end like this, not yet; he wanted to prolong that visceral connection, change the rhythm to savor every second of that union that erased the days of separation and accumulated stress. With a low grunt, he withdrew slowly from inside him, the thick cock coming out with a wet and obscene sound that made Phuwin moan in protest, his hole contracting empty around nothing, longing to be filled again. “Shh, baby, we’re not done" Pond murmured against his ear, his voice hoarse and panting, loaded with promise, as he released the younger one’s arms from his firm grip, allowing him a moment of respite, though his hands never stopped touching him, roaming the sweaty and pale back with soft but demanding caresses.
Phuwin, still trembling from the previous assault, his pale body marked by red bruises on his buttocks and thighs, turned slightly with a broken gasp, his glassy eyes meeting Pond’s in a pleading look that said everything without words. Pond guided him with gentleness but authority, lying on his side on the rumpled bed, pulling Phuwin’s slender body against his in a spooning position, his broad chest pressed to the younger one’s thin back, his hot breath against the exposed nape where the hair stuck from sweat. The scent of sex and themselves filled the air, intensifying the charged atmosphere, and Pond wrapped an arm around Phuwin’s small waist, pulling him closer, feeling how their curves fit perfectly against his larger and more muscular form.
With a firm but careful hand, Pond lifted Phuwin’s upper leg, exposing once more his wet and sensitive intimacy, the pale and long thighs trembling slightly from anticipation, the pussy still dripping the juices from his previous pleasure. “Like this, baby, open up for me" Pond whispered with a grave voice, his hard and throbbing cock brushing the slippery entrance once more, the broad tip pressing against the swollen folds before sinking back into his interior with a slow and deliberate push. Phuwin let out a high and prolonged moan, his head thrown back against Pond’s shoulder, feeling how that thick length filled him completely again, stretching his inner walls in a delicious invasion.
"Pond, yes… right there!" Phuwin gasped, his pink lips parted, his body surrendering completely to the new position, where every movement felt more intimate, deeper. Pond began to move with a constant but intense rhythm, thrusting from behind with deep strokes that hit sensitive points deep inside Phuwin, his hip crashing against the soft buttocks with a rhythmic and wet sound that echoed in the quiet of the night. To intensify the control and pleasure, Pond brought his free hand to Phuwin’s mouth, slipping two thick fingers between his full and wet lips, pressing them against his warm and soft tongue, feeling Phuwin’s tongue curl around his fingers, sucking with avidity, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth while he moaned around them. Phuwin obeyed eagerly, his eyes closing in ecstasy, sucking and licking the fingers as if they were an extension of the cock that fucked him without mercy, the act adding a layer of erotic submission that made him tremble from head to toe.
The rhythm accelerated gradually, Pond thrusting faster and deeper, his arm around Phuwin’s waist tightening to hold him in place, the lifted leg trembling in the air while each stroke sent waves of pleasure that brought him to the edge once more. “Fuck, you feel so good like this" Pond murmured against his neck, nibbling the sensitive skin there, leaving more red marks. Phuwin writhed in his arms, his moans muffled by the fingers in his mouth, saliva escaping and dripping down his chin, his pussy contracting around the invading cock in spasms that milked him, bringing him to the limit. “P—Pond, you’re gonna make me cum again!" Phuwin begged around the fingers, his voice muffled but desperate, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust.
Pond couldn’t resist anymore; the tight heat, the muffled moans, the way Phuwin surrendered completely pushed him to the abyss. With a guttural and primitive grunt, he sank one last time as deep as possible, his cock throbbing inside the warm and slippery interior, unloading hot and thick spurts of cum that filled Phuwin completely, dripping slightly from the edges where their bodies joined. “Ugh, f—fuck, yes!” Pond gasped, his hips trembling with the aftershocks, his fingers still in Phuwin’s mouth as he held him close, both panting in sync, the climax leaving a satisfied but temporary void in the charged air.
Phuwin felt the heat flooding him, a final moan escaping around the fingers, his own body convulsing in a softer but intense secondary orgasm, squeezing around Pond as if he wanted to keep him forever. They stayed like that, entwined in the spoon, breaths calming slowly, the weight of the absence of those three days dissolving in the warmth of their union.