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It was 1am when Pond and Phuwin finally made their way into Pond's condo. Their giggles filled the space, smiles wide and skin flushed from the heat.

Pond's hand rested against Phuwin's waist, feeling him through the wet shirt from the Songkran festivities. Both their eyes were half-lidded and they were slightly buzzed from the Don Julio they had been drinking earlier.

Pond kicked the door closed with his heel and the air inside was cooler than the humid air from outside. Heat from the earlier water fights and dancing buzzed between them.

Phuwin leaned into Pond's touch, his own hand resting against Pond's damp chest, curling slightly into the shirt.

“You're soaked,” Pond said, lips ghosting Phuwin's as he walked them backwards towards the bathroom.

Phuwin felt himself shiver from how close they were, the buzz from the alcohol making every feeling between them amplified. 

“Mm, so are you,” Phuwin said with a lazy smile before catching Pond's lips into a sloppy kiss.

It was messy, teeth and tongues clashing—tasting the faint salt of sweat mixed in with the sweetness of the tequila they had been drinking. Pond's large hand came up, gripping Phuwin's jaw to deepen the kiss as they stumbled into the bathroom, bodies colliding against the wall.

Pond blindly reached for the light switch with his other hand and it flickered on. His hands then reached down, fingers tugging the hem of Phuwin's wet shirt up before tossing it onto the floor. 

Phuwin felt his skin prickle, goosebumps rising on his skin from the exposure but he didn't focus on that, instead he also reached for Pond's shirt, nails scratching lightly over his abs as he pulled it up. Pond's muscles flexed from the touch, a groan leaving his lips but Phuwin only tilted his head, smirking at him.

Their hands roamed each other's bodies hungrily, the touches electric. Phuwin moaned at the feeling of Pond's large hands sliding up his sides, at how his fingers dug into his skin as he pulled him closer. His own hands pressed against Pond's chest, thumbs brushing against his nipples until they hardened. 

Pond pressed Phuwin against the sink and he hissed when the coolness of it touched his skin. Pond bit at his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth drawing a gasp from Phuwin before he soothed it with his tongue.

Phuwin's eyes were now glossy, a dazed look that left him chasing Pond's lips.

“Baby, shower, now,” Pond said against his lips and Phuwin gulped, slowly nodding as he got slightly pulled out of his haze. 

His hands fumbled with the waistband of Pond's shorts, trying to tug them down as Pond pushed him towards the shower. Pond's lips found his again, kissing while they took the rest of their clothes off and turned the shower on.

Their hard cocks bobbed between them and once they were under the water, Phuwin immediately dropped to his knees, mouth watering as he watched Pond's huge cock dripping before the pre-cum got washed away by the water.

Before he could wrap his pink, plush lips around the tip Pond pulled him up and pressed him against the tile—one of Phuwin's thighs instinctively wrapped around Pond, pulling him closer and their cocks rubbed together pulling choked sounds from them both. The friction sent sparks up Phuwin's spine and his nails bit into where his hands held Pond on his shoulders.

Pond's lips found his again, kissing him like a man starved. His hands were wrapped around Phuwin's waist, fingers digging enough to bruise and he pulled him even closer. Phuwin arched into the touch, making his cock throb where it was pressed against Pond's.

They kept kissing, lips smacking, tongues tasting each other and their hips moved, a slow grind that had Phuwin scratching Pond's back, leaving red angry marks against his skin. Small moans escaped him but they grew louder the more their cocks shifted against each other—the water from the shower helping with the slide.

The sensation overwhelmed Phuwin, the feeling of Pond's large frame all over him, pressing him against the wall, their lips caught in a messy-heated kiss and hands digging into his skin. His mind was spinning, the leg that was around Pond tightened. Pond broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to his nipple to suck and bite. Phuwin moaned louder, the sound bouncing off the tiles. 

One of Pond's hands moved down, cupping Phuwin's plump ass and squeezing while keeping the grind. His own groans mixed with Phuwin's moans.

“Fuck, you feel so good and I'm not even inside you yet,” Pond said against his skin, squeezing his ass harder, his fingers traced across his cleft, teasing Phuwin's rim as they passed.

The broken moans coming from Phuwin made him lose his control bit by bit, his own cock throbbing where it was grinding against Phuwin's. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge but he didn't want to come like this. He wanted to pump Phuwin full of his come tonight.

He reached for the bottle of lube they kept there and slowly pulled away from Phuwin, unhooking his leg.

“Turn around for me baby,” he said, kissing him one last time. 

Phuwin wanted to whine, wanted to pout from the loss of contact but seeing the feral glint in Pond's eyes made swallow the brat in him and turn.

Pond immediately pressed against the small of his back, making him arch and his chest pressed against the tiles, nipples perking up from the cold. Phuwin moaned from the feeling, opening his legs wider so his ass was up higher—exposing his pink rim.

Pond watched, eyes darkening further, pupils dilating as he took in the view in front of him. His cock throbbed, the need to fuck Phuwin burned under his skin but he resisted, the last thing he wanted was to hurt his boyfriend. 

Instead, he gave one cheek a smack, watching as it bounced from the contact and Phuwin moaned, hole clenching, glistening from the water spraying on them.

Pond watched in amusement as it twitched, thumb pressing against it causing Phuwin to whine and push back against it.

“Patience,” he said softly.

Then, he opened the cap of the lube, pouring it onto two of his fingers. His other hand trailed down Pond's spine, soft touches that made him arch and let out breathy moans.

Pond shifted closer, his cock rested between his cheeks and the tip teased Phuwin's rim, watching as water and pre-cum slicked him. Phuwin's grip against the tiles faltered and Pond had to catch him with his other hand around his waist, holding him in place.

Then, his two lubed fingers traced Phuwin's hole, teasing the rim before slowly pressing in. Phuwin moaned at the contact and Pond groaned at the heat of Phuwin's hole slowly wrapping around his fingers.

He leaned down, kissing down Phuwin's spine, biting at the skin while his fingers worked Phuwin open. Phuwin pushed back against them, making them slip in deeper.

“Fuck, more,” he moaned, slightly rocking against them.

Pond smirked against his skin, biting harder as he pulled out and added a third finger. The slide was easier now, wet from the lube and water from the shower. He worked Phuwin open slowly, fucking and scissoring his fingers until he was in deep, pressing against Phuwin's prostate.

Phuwin's knees buckled from the pressure against his prostate, his cock leaking further from the feeling of Pond's fingers inside him.

“N-Nara—please—just fuck me already,” he demanded, that bratty tone making it's way through.

“Hmm,” Pond said, pressing harder against Phuwin's prostate causing him to scream, “You want me to fuck you? Aren't you too much of a slut for my cock?”

Phuwin's hole fluttered around Pond's fingers, sucking them in deeper but he wanted more, wanted something bigger and he was so out of it, too far gone to care about his pride so he begged.

“Please, Nara,” hiccup, “don't you wanna make me feel good, hmm? please,” Phuwin moaned, trying to look over his shoulder.

He knew exactly which buttons to push to get what he wanted.

“Fuck, when you beg this sweetly, how can I say no?” He growled, pulling his fingers out with a pop before spinning him around again, he wanted to see Phuwin's face.

The sight wrecked him, his cock pulsing and dripping more. Phuwin looked ruined already, skin flushed even more, eyes glassy from unshed tears and lips swollen from all the kissing. 

“Fuck,” he whispered before gripping Phuwin's thighs, wrapping them around his waist and pressed Phuwin against the tiles again.

He lined up with Phuwin's stretched hole, the tip of it catching the rim before he pushed in slowly, making sure to watch as Phuwin's expression changed from the pleasure of being filled. His cock slid in, inch by thick inch until he was buried and pressed against Phuwin's prostate instantly.

Phuwin shuddered, a choked moan leaving him as he clenched around Pond's thick cock, nails making new marks as they bit into Pond's shoulder again.

Pond kissed him again, pushing him harder against the tile before starting to thrust. He started slow, slow shifts of his hips before his thrusts turned faster and more brutal.

Phuwin's legs wrapped harder around him, his hole fluttering against Pond's cock as he felt the veins slide against his walls. It was electric, every shift of Pond's cock inside him sparking his nerves.

“Pond, Pond, Pond,” he moaned, his name leaving his lips like a mantra.

“Fuck, Phuwin—” Pond's voice cracked as he thrusted deeper, “feel so fucking good around my cock,” he groaned.

Phuwin clenched from the praise, his cock that was trapped between them throbbing as it dripped. The water from the shower cleaned them but not enough, the heat between them not gone.

Pond's hands grabbed Phuwin's thighs, pulling them up and opening them wider to change the angle. Phuwin screamed, the new position making sure each thrust was against his prostate.

He was babbling nonsense now, a mix of “yes,yes,yes,” and “fuck, fuck, fuck,” leaving his lips. He was gone, lost in the feeling of Pond's huge cock fucking him.

The sound of their skin slapping was wet from the water and lube. His head fell back against the tiles, mouth open and Pond couldn't help but suck on the exposed skin of his throat

“Harder, please—nnghnn, harder,” be begged and Pond could only obliged.

He gripped his thighs harder, not caring if the skin would bruise later and fucked him harder.

“Like this baby? Is this what you wanted?” Pond asked, his eyes on Phuwin's face watching the blissed out look on his face.

Phuwin nodded, his throat too raw to speak, the only sounds coming out were moans and whimpers.

Pond's head fell back for a second, losing himself in the sensation of Phuwin clenching around him. He was so fucking tight, he could feel him fluttering around his cock, a sign that he was close. 

Phuwin's skin burned, the feeling of his cock trapped between them, brushing against both their abs as Pond thrusted hard into him made his head spin faster. It was intoxicating and he could feel heat coiling low in his belly.

“You gonna come for me baby?” Pond asked, punctuating each word with a hard thrust that had Phuwin sliding up and down against the tiles.

“Yes, nnghnn, gonna—fuck—” Phuwin choked on a moan, his body tensing before his orgasm tore out of him.

It was hard and fast, his come splashing between their bodies and he trembled from the intensity. Pond didn't stop, chasing his own orgasm that he could feel getting closer from how hard Phuwin clenched around him.

“So fucking good, so tight—” Pond spoke when he suddenly broke, hot come filling Phuwin to the brim.

His cock pulsed, spurts of come kept coming until Phuwin's belly bulged from it and after a while, his hips stilled. His cock kept Phuwin full and he reached for a butt plug, one of the other things they kept close.

“Gonna keep you filled for now, okay baby?” He asked, his other hand moving soothingly across the curve of his waist.

Phuwin's head fell against his shoulder and he could only nod, still lost in the haze of his orgasm. Pond kissed his temple before gently lowering him, his cock slipping out causing some of the come to spill down Phuwin's thighs before he plugged him up.

Phuwin moaned from the feeling of being slightly filled again, legs trembling but Pond caught him, steadying his body until the plug was snug inside Phuwin, keeping him stuffed.

The water rinsed away their combined filth and Pond cleaned them both quickly before toweling their bodies dry, making their way out the shower.

Phuwin's legs trembled as he held on to Pond. Pond chuckled softly, earning a side-eye but he picked Phuwin up, carrying him to the bathroom. Phuwin felt full, the plug shifting every time Pond did.

Once they made it to the bed, Pond lowered him gently, not bothering with clothes before climbing in next to him, covering them both with the blanket.

Phuwin immediately cuddled closer, his head to Pond's chest, Pond's arms around his waist and their legs tangled. They both released content sighs.

“Sleep baby,” Pond said, kissing his temple again.

Phuwin, who was already falling asleep, only snuggled closer.

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Pond slowly opened his eyes, his focus creeping in after some time, he looked at the clock: 04:00. They had an event later, he should probably go back to sleep but he realized there was a problem, an annoying feeling. He looked down seeing him and Phuwin moved in their sleep. He had his back turned directly to Pond chest, and his ass kept rubbing back every time he moved in his sleep.

‘Shit’

How could he ignore his boner that was currently sitting between his boyfriend's cheek, still stuffed from their previous activities. He tried to go back to sleep but the desire was too strong, blaming the alcohol could be easy, but he knew how long he and Phuwin were apart these past months, he was needy, horribly starved for his boyfriend, he had the urge to feel him from deep inside. 

Before he could think of it again his body moved on his own and he started slowly rubbing himself on his lover's bare ass. He kept rutting at a pace that would not wake his boyfriend up, until he had enough. He carefully moved Phuwin on his back and opened his legs, exposing the glistening plug, proof of the way he wrecked him in the shower, his cock twitched at the memory, fuck he couldn’t wait. 

He took the plug out, watching his own cum drip out of the abused hole, he was so stuffed of cum the sight was driving Pond crazy. He trailed the cum slowly bringing it back before pushing it back inside with two of his finger, fucking the asshole for the second time tonight earning a whimper from the sleeping boy. Phuwin was already slick and open for him but the teasing and the reaction he could get from his sleeping boyfriend got him even more excited. Having the fierce Phuwin all knocked out, open and wet just for him to play was a fucking turn on. 

He kept playing with the asshole enjoying the way it fluttered around his fingers, almost like Phuwin was begging for more in his sleep. So he took them out carefully, keeping the cum on his finger while positioning his hard member with his other hand. He entered him in one go fucking a tiny gasp out of Phuwin but still not waking him up. Pond used his cum covered fingers rubbing it on Phuwin pink lips as he started rutting in him, he pushed the fingers in his mouth as he pounded harder and deeper in him, fucking the motionless boy under him. 

After some more trust and quiet moans Phuwin woke up, slowly realizing what was happening.

“Mmhh F-fuck Nara Baby..” he whimpered mouth full of fingers.

“Hello love, are you finally awake, I’m sorry you looked so hot and open, I needed to be inside” Pond groaned, never stopping his movement, he put both of his hands on Phuwin thin waist pulling them out of Phuwin’s mouth.

“God Pond we have a job later you animal- ahh ahh” he moaned openly now that his mouth was freed. 

“Yeah? you don’t want it? Then use your safe word babe, if you don’t want me to fuck you so good use your words mmh” 

Phuwin could only moan, eyes rolling back in bliss, Pond's hips movements were pitiless hitting all his spots making him gripped the sheet until his knuckles turned white. 

“Of course.. you love it huh you love me fucking you so hard don’t you” Pond smirked.

Phuwin blurted out cries and whimpers, eyes filled with tears. A sharp slap echoed in the room. He screams pain and pleasure mixing as a red mark formed on his ass.

“Answer me now,” Pond instructed, slowing down his movement. 

Phuwin forgot whatever shame he had left, “YES! Please Nara i want it I love you fucking me in my sleep, please fuck me more, i want you babe,” he cried moving his ass back on Pond cock.

Pond only chuckled before pulling out. Before Phuwin could complain he found himself on his stomach with his ass up and hole exposed.

“See it wasn’t that hard was it?” Was all he could hear before Pond entered him again. He started crying from pleasure, he loved it so much, his cries became louder and louder until it was too much for Pond liking because a hand pushed his head in the pillow underneath.

“You’re too loud love if you keep going we’re gonna receive complaints, just keep quiet and take my cock like the good boy you are mmh?” Pond purred above him. 

Phuwin’s cock twitched and his hole squeezed around Pond from the action, the way the large hand pushed his face down while he got roughly fucked, he love being manhandled by Pond. He felt his cock rub in between his chest and the mattress bringing him closer to the edge. 

The same hand that was pinning him down grabbed his hair and pulled him backward until his back collided with Pond's chest, and a strong arm held him up.

“You feel so good love” Pond whispered in his ears before kissing his neck from behind. His pace slowed but not enough to let Phuwin complain. Phuwin let his head fall on Pond shoulder, hair messed up and eyes teary. 

“P-Pond… Nara please let me- *hiccup* let me cum.” 

Pond rubbed his thighs, feeling them shake under his touch, he loved this, love feeling his bratty baby all fragile and shaking in his hold. 

“I like you all pliant like that mmh you love my cock so much is this all I need to tame you you little brat ?” 

Phuwin couldn’t speak anymore, consumed by the pleasure burning in his veins he could only nod weekly. But the slap still came on his thigh, “AH!”

“I told you to use your words, didn't I ?” 

“Yes Pond.. I love your cock, spliting me apart please fuck me.. aah— tame me!” He desperately cried out. 

Pond arm stopped holding him causing his body to collapse on the bed but the thrusts were still relentless. Phuwin supported himself with difficulty on his elbows, overwhelmed he felt a hand snake around his leaking hard cock. 

He arched his back to the feeling of his hole getting wrecked and being jerked off at the same time by Pond's huge strong hand, the mutual feeling brought him back and before he could warn Pond, he climaxed, wetting the sheet underneath as his hole squeezed Pond’s member. 

“Fuck Phu oh god i’m gonna cum you want me to fill you up again?” Pond groaned as his own climax approached. 

“Yes Nara fill me up baby… I need it” Phuwin weekly cried, still shaken from his own orgasm.

After a few more trust Pond orgasmed, filling up Phuwin's ass for the second time tonight. After a few seconds he pulled out watching his cum for the second time again. 

“Don’t even think about it you dog we have an event tomorrow come cuddle me i need sleep” 

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The first thing Phuwin registered was the heavy, dead weight of Pond's arm slung over his waist, pinning him face-down into the mattress. The second thing was the dull, delicious ache that radiated from his lower back down to his thighs—a physical evidence for their night's activities.

Sunlight, sharp and unforgiving, cut through a crack in the curtains like a blade. It was way too bright for 7:00 AM on a day when they had to be camera-ready by noon.

Phuwin tried to shift, and the movement sent a jolt of sensation straight through him.

He was still wet. Not just from the shower water last night, but also slick. The evidence of Pond's second round, that sneaky middle-of-the-night ambush, was now a tacky, dried mess between his thighs and on the sheets beneath him.

"Ugh," Phuwin groaned into the pillow, his voice a raspy whisper. "Nara. Off. Heavy."

Pond didn't move. He just grunted, a low vibration against Phuwin's shoulder blade, and pulled him tighter, his hips shifting forward unconsciously. And there it was. The nudge of Pond's morning wood, hot and insistent, pressing right against the cleft of his ass-still puffy and sensitive from being fucked open twice in six hours.

Phuwin's exhausted body betrayed him instantly. Despite the bone-deep fatigue, despite the looming schedule, his hole clenched around nothing, like a memory of being full. A small, involuntary whimper escaped his throat.

Pond's eyes fluttered open at the sound. He took a second to assess the situation: the sunlight, the smell of sex and sweat clinging to the sheets and the way Phuwin's back arched just slightly against him.

"Morning," Pond murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a hint of smugness. He pressed a dry kiss to Phuwin's neck, letting his lips drag over the skin. "Sore?"

"What do you think?" Phuwin shot back, but there was no heat in it. He tried to sound annoyed, but it came out breathy because Pond was now rolling his hips in a slow, hypnotic circle, dragging his cock through the remaining slickness.

"We're gross," Phuwin complained, even as he pushed his ass back to meet the grind.

"We're efficient," Pond corrected, his hand sliding down from Phuwin's waist to cup his soft, heavy cock and balls. He didn't stroke, just held him, a possessive weight that made Phuwin's toes curl. "We saved water by not showering twice."

"Shut up, by that logic, are we not supposed to shower again?" Phuwin laughed, a broken, lazy sound. "My legs don't work. I can't feel my spine."

Pond hummed, pulling back just enough to look down at the state of his boyfriend.

Phuwin's skin was a roadmap of the night.

The red scratch marks on Pond's shoulders were mirrored by faint bruises on Phuwin's hips where Pond had gripped him like a lifeline. And between his legs, the pink, puffy rim was glistening.

"Let me see," Pond said softly, not really asking. He shifted down the bed, ignoring Phuwin's sleepy protest of "Pond, we really can't—"

Pond's large hands gently pried Phuwin's thighs apart. He didn't pounce. He just looked, then leaned in and placed a soft, adoring kiss right on the small of Phuwin's back, then another lower, on the curve of his ass.

"We have a schedule," Phuwin reminded him, voice muffled by the pillow he was hugging.

"I know," Pond replied, his breath fanning over Phuwin's wet entrance. "I'm just...cleaning up."

Before Phuwin could ask what that meant, Pond licked a warm broad stripe from his balls all the way up over his sensitive hole.

Phuwin's entire body seized. It wasn't the brutal, desperate fucking from 2:00 AM. This was torturous. Slow, lazy circles of Pond's tongue, lapping up the mingled taste of last night's lube, his own cum, and Phuwin's natural musk. He was thorough, patient, eating him out like he had all the time in the world.

Phuwin bit down on the pillow, trying not to scream. His cock, which had been too tired to fully harden, was now leaking a pathetic stream of precum onto the ruined sheets. He was so sensitive it bordered on pain, but Pond's mouth was so soft, so gentle, that it tipped right over into mind-melting pleasure.

"Nara... I can't... I can't come again, I'll die," Phuwin sobbed quietly, tears of exhaustion and overstimulation pricking his eyes as Pond's tongue pushed inside.

Pond just hummed against him, the vibration making Phuwin's vision go white. He didn't speed up. He just kept that same lazy, indulgent pace until Phuwin's thighs were trembling so hard the bed shook, and a dry, shuddering orgasm, more a full-body convulsion than a spurt of cum, wracked through him.

Phuwin went completely limp, a boneless puddle on the mattress.

Pond crawled back up, his chin slick, a satisfied smirk on his face. He kissed Phuwin's lips, letting him taste himself.

"Now you're clean," Pond whispered.

"You're a menace," Phuwin breathed, eyes closed. "We need to get up. We need concealer for these hickeys and coffee, and I need a wheelchair."

Pond chuckled, finally rolling off him and sitting up. He looked down at his own hard cock, still standing at attention, flushed dark and leaking against his stomach.

The smugness on his face softened into something almost vulnerable.

"And what about this?" Pond asked, gesturing at himself.

Phuwin cracked one eye open. He took in the sight of Pond's massive, neglected erection, the way the muscles in his thighs were still tight with unspent tension.

Something shifted in Phuwin's exhausted chest. It wasn't a duty or obligation. It was love. A bone-deep, overwhelming love for the man who had just spent ten minutes worshipping him with his tongue without asking for anything in return.

With a groan that sounded like a dying engine, Phuwin forced his body to roll over.

His limbs felt like lead. He pushed himself up on trembling elbows, his hair a disaster, his eyes puffy from tears of pleasure.

"Come here," Phuwin whispered, his voice rough but soft. "Not like that. Come here."

Phuwin guided Pond to lie back against the headboard, pillows clustered behind him. Phuwin crawled between Pond's legs, his movements slow and aching, his back curving like a cat stretching in the sun.

Before Pond could protest about the time or Phuwin's exhaustion, Phuwin looked up at Pond through his lashes and lowered his mouth.

It wasn't the sloppy, deep-throating chaos of the night before. This was more tender.

Phuwin wrapped his lips around the swollen head and suckled softly, his tongue tracing the slit. He let his hand rest gently on Pond's thigh, just holding. Pond's head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, a choked sound escaping his throat.

"Phu... baby, you don't have—"

Phuwin just hummed around him in response, taking him a little deeper, his jaw slack and relaxed. He savored the weight of Pond on his tongue, the familiar saltiness mixed with the faint, clean taste of his skin. He bobbed his head slowly, his other hand coming up to cup Pond's heavy balls, just holding them with the same gentle pressure Pond had used on him earlier.

Pond's hand came down to stroke Phuwin's hair, not to push or guide, but just to touch. To feel the soft strands slipping through his fingers.

"I love you," Pond whispered, his voice cracking. "So much."

Phuwin pulled off with a soft, wet pop, his lips red and slick. He pressed a kiss to the tip of Pond's cock, then to the inside of his thigh, then to his hip bone. A trail of soft, closed-mouth kisses.

"I love you too, and I want you inside," Phuwin murmured against Pond's stomach. "But slow. I need...I need you. Just you."

Without much being said, Pond understood. He cupped Phuwin's face, pulling him up for a real kiss. It was deep and searching, but unhurried. Pond licked into his mouth, tasting the faint bitterness of himself on Phuwin's tongue, and it only made him kiss harder.

He flipped them carefully, mindful of Phuwin's wince, settling him on his side.

Pond spooned up behind him, his chest a solid wall of warmth against Phuwin's back. He hooked Phuwin's top leg over his hip, opening him up. There was no need for more lube; Phuwin was still wet, loose and ready.

Pond pushed in.

It wasn't a thrust. It was a sink. A slow, inevitable slide home. Phuwin gasped, a sound more of relief than surprise. There was no burning stretch this time, only the perfect, intimate pressure of being filled. Pond buried his face in the crook of Phuwin's neck, breathing him in.

"Okay?" Pond asked, his lips moving against Phuwin's skin.

"Yeah," Phuwin breathed, reaching back to tangle his fingers in Pond's hair.

"Perfect. You feel perfect."

They didn't move much. Pond rocked with small, deep circles of his hips, grinding against that spot inside Phuwin that made his toes curl but didn't demand a frantic finish. They traded lazy, open-mouthed kisses over Phuwin's shoulder. Pond whispered "I love you" into the shell of Phuwin's ear with every slow roll of his pelvis. Phuwin answered with "I know" and "I'm yours" and "Stay inside me forever."

When Pond finally came, it was with a shuddering groan and a tightening of his arms around Phuwin's waist. He spilled deep, his release a hot, gentle flood that made Phuwin sigh with contentment. It wasn't about the climax. It was about the closeness, the way Pond stayed buried inside him even after he softened, the way their sweaty bodies seemed fused together.

They lay there for a long moment, breathing in sync.

"We really have to get up now," Phuwin murmured, not moving a single muscle.

"I know," Pond said, also not moving.

Finally, with a herculean effort, Pond pulled out. Phuwin whined at the loss and the sudden wet trickle down his thigh.

Pond sat up, looking back down at his now spent cock, then at the beautiful, wrecked mess of his boyfriend. "And now what about this?" Pond asked softly, gesturing at the state of them both.

Phuwin took in Pond's satisfied smile and sighed dramatically. He reached out a limp hand to pat his chest condescendingly.

"You have a hand," Phuwin said flatly, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "And I have a call time. If you get me to the bathroom and start the water, I'll let you watch me wash your cum out of me. But if you put that thing anywhere near me before night, I'm telling P'Ying you're the reason I walk funny at the event today.

Pond grabbed Phuwin's wrist, bringing the hand to his lips for a kiss. "Deal. But I'm not letting you wear the white pants."

"Why not?"

"Because I plan on filling you up again the second we get home tonight, and I want the easy access," Pond grinned, hauling Phuwin up into his arms to carry him to the shower like a bride on her honeymoon. If the bride had been ravaged within an inch of her life and was plotting murder via grogginess.

Phuwin just wrapped his arms around Pond's neck and closed his eyes. "Fine. But you're doing my skincare while I sleep on the couch in the makeup chair."

Pond kissed his forehead, lingering for a moment before stepping into the warm spray of the shower, still holding him tight.

"Done," he whispered against Phuwin's wet skin. "And Phuwin?"

"Mmm?"

"Thank you. For this morning. For everything."

Phuwin didn't open his eyes, but his hand slid up from Pond's neck to cup his jaw, thumb stroking the stubble there.

"Always, Nara. Now put me down and wash my hair. I'm not facing the team with sex hair and your love bites looking like I lost a fight with a vampire."

Pond laughed, the sound bright and clean in the steam-filled bathroom. "Anything for you."

"Don't say that," Phuwin grumbled, finally letting a real, tired smile break through.

"You'll give me ideas."

"I'm counting on it."