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William’s first day of Songkran had begun. After finishing the performance with the group, he immediately left the stage and went straight to his dressing room to take off his second wet outfit of the day and change into his regular clothes—which wouldn’t take long to get wet, either.
Before heading out to the festival, he checked his phone. He’d agreed to meet Est after finishing his set; they hadn’t seen each other in fifteen days because of his tour, and they’d finally meet that day after his return to Thailand.
“I’m free. Where we’ll meet?” William typed.
“P’Tose will pick you up; I’m OMW,” Est replied.
“Okaaaaay, I’ll wait. See you soon, jub jub.”
Thirty minutes later, William had finally arrived at the festival and was now with his friends. The first thing he noticed was that almost all of them were already drunk; he could tell by the way they danced, the way they talked, and even the way they moved around the space.
Est wasn’t there yet, but the chaos among his friends left him no room to worry about it. For a while, he sang and enjoyed the festival, singing with Phuwin and Pond; Perth and Gemini were also nearby, so it was easy for him to have fun with them.
He wasn't sure when a glass had found its way into his hand, nor exactly what was in it, but he was drinking it without giving it much thought; it was alcohol—that was the only thing he was sure of.
He was distracted, talking to Phuwin, when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He didn’t have to turn around to know who it was; he recognized him by his scent, by the way he’d pressed himself against him so casually. Just by his presence alone, he’d know who it was.
“P’Est, you’re here!!” William spun around and wrapped both arms around Est’s neck, suddenly forgetting what he’d been doing two seconds earlier and focusing solely on the man now standing before him. It didn’t take long for him to feel the other man’s arms wrap around his waist; being so close, he could feel how wet he was, as well as the faint scent of alcohol mixed with mint gum.
They stayed embraced for a few seconds, suddenly feeling the time they’d spent apart.
“I missed you.” He heard and felt Est’s voice against his neck and tightened the embrace a little more.
“I missed you too.” Their little bubble was burst sooner than they would have liked; their friends’ teasing brought them back to reality. Phuwin and Perth were making fun of them, shouting around them and playfully pushing them to make them separate.
Although they broke the embrace, Est’s arm stayed around William’s waist as he began greeting and talking to his friends; they were all together for the first time in a long while, and he didn’t want to waste the moment—he wanted them both to have fun.
The night went by with laughter, singing, dancing, hugs, and alcohol. Est had been sharing his drink with William since he arrived so he could keep an eye on what he was drinking; he knew it wasn’t something William usually did, and he’d be more likely to get drunk.
Although they weren’t as cautious anymore when in public places, William was surprised by how clingy Est was that night. He never left his side from the moment he arrived; at times he felt Est´s arm around his waist, at other times on his back, on his shoulders, on his head—Est hugged him without hesitation.
They knew there were many people around them outside their gang; they could see the public recording them on their phones, but surprisingly, at that moment, they couldn’t care less. They were enjoying each other’s company so much and didn’t want to miss a thing.
When Daou arrived, chaos returned to the group. He caught them both in a hug as he greeted Est, and it didn’t take long for him to ignore his friend and start talking to William. Est shook his head and turned his attention to the rest of the guys.
“Hey, William, you’re getting big.” Daou muttered aloud and placed one of his hands on William’s arm, beginning to squeeze his biceps lightly. William laughed at the remark and simply shrugged before feeling Est’s body press against his back again, his arms wrapping around him in a tight hug.
“Get your hands off my man.” Although Est’s voice had sounded playful, his actions showed just how serious he was. It wasn’t that he doubted anything; he simply didn’t like other people’s hands on his boyfriend—that wouldn’t happen in his presence.
“Relax, man, he’s yours; no one’s going to take him away from you.” Daou teased, seeing the way Est was hugging William, and gave him the middle finger.
The drinks kept coming; the Hennessy's bottle passed from one hand to another and was tipped to everyone’s mouth, without exception. Est could feel his body getting hot, and he was sure his face and neck were red from the alcohol. He could also tell that William was already a bit drunk—his flushed cheeks, the way his voice was getting louder and louder, and how he kept moving around confirmed it.
“‘Are you okay?’ Est pulled him by the waist to bring him closer and smiled as he watched the younger boy nod repeatedly before taking the hand holding the glass and raising it to his own mouth to take a sip.
“I feel amazing, phi, I’m having so much fun,” he replied in a voice only Est could hear, and moved a little closer to him, their faces just a few inches apart. Their eyes automatically drifted down to each other’s lips, and both let out a long sigh; the tension and the desire to kiss that had built up between them was so strong that anyone watching them would have noticed.
Est was the first to move; if he kept looking at William’s lips, he wasn’t sure he could control himself any longer. He buried his face in the crook of William’s neck and pressed his mouth against it, kissing him discreetly before moving his lips up to his ear. “You look so damn good, I want to kiss you,” he murmured loud enough for only William to hear, and slowly bit his earlobe.
William pressed his lips together after a soft moan escaped them. Maybe it was the drinks, or the way his boyfriend’s voice had sounded, but heat coursed through his entire body, and the urge to have Est’s lips on him overwhelmed him.
William placed his hands on Est’s chest and bit his own lower lip as he felt the skin directly against his palms; out of habit, he squeezed his chest before finally pushing him away slightly, trying to maintain a safe distance.
Est refused to let go, keeping an arm around him; he wanted to feel him close. They’d been apart for so many days, and he was finding it hard to keep his hands off him.
Est took a sip from his glass, holding the liquid in his mouth, and pretended to want to share it with William. Although he’d done it as a joke, was a little surprised to see that William didn’t back away; on the contrary, he raised an eyebrow, as if challenging him, and opened his mouth slightly.
Est thought about it for just two seconds. Should he do it right there? Probably not. Did he want to do it? Definitely yes.
Not wanting to worry about his actions at that moment, he cupped his boyfriend’s face in his hands, tilting his head back slightly, and pressed his lips to his, letting the liquid pass from his mouth to William’s. William swallowed slowly, taking the time to savor it.
“What the fu–?”
“Love birds, what are you doing?”
“Get a room!!”
“Well done, buddy!”
They could hear their friends’ voices in the background, as well as the streams of water falling on them nonstop, leaving them soaked once again. William was the one who broke the kiss this time, hugging Est as he suddenly felt embarrassed; he didn’t know what was going on with his boyfriend that night. Est used to be the more reserved one when they were in public places.
Est reached for one of William’s hands, clasping them together the moment they touched, and with his free hand he motioned to the rest of the guys before pulling William toward the back of the area—the most secluded and private spot, if you could call it that; at least not all eyes were on them anymore.
Est cornered William in a corner, and finally stopped holding back; he pressed his lips against William’s, beginning a hungry kiss that was soon returned. William wrapped his arms around Est’s neck to keep him from pulling away as their mouths devoured each other as if there were no tomorrow.
Suddenly, it was as if everything around them had vanished, and now it was just the two of them in their little bubble. All they could feel was each other’s bodies pressed against theirs; all they could hear was their heavy breathing and the wet sound of their mouths as they kissed.
Est slid his hands under William’s shirt and squeezed the skin of his waist lightly before bringing them up to the younger man’s back, pressing him closer to his chest. William undid the tie around his neck and let his hands roam freely as well; he unbuttoned the single button holding Est’s shirt barely closed and began tracing every muscle with his fingers.
William could feel Est’s chest rising and falling with the same urgency as his own; the touch of his fingers on Est’s bare skin felt like it was burning, but he didn’t want to stop—feeling his boyfriend’s skin against his hands was addictive.
“William…” Est whispered, pulling back just a few millimeters to catch his breath. His eyes were slightly misty; he let his gaze wander over his boyfriend’s drenched face. Drops of water slid down his cheeks, mixing with the glisten of sweat and the neon light filtering in from the corner. He looked so beautiful at that moment. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”
William didn’t respond with words. Instead, he tugged at Est’s shirt to pull him back against him, seeking his neck this time. He left a trail of wet kisses and gentle nibbles that made Est tighten his grip around his waist, lifting him slightly off the ground to better fit their bodies together.
“Then shut up, phi,” William murmured playfully against his skin. “And prove it to me.”
Est let out a hoarse laugh, a mix of disbelief and adoration. His hands moved up from William’s back to the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in the younger man’s wet hair to force him to look him in the eye. The intensity in Est’s gaze was such that William felt a shiver run through his entire body.
Est captured his boyfriend’s lips again with possessiveness, silently claiming him as his own even though it was just the two of them and no one had the slightest doubt about that.
The kiss changed in intensity; it was no longer just hunger, it was need and desire. Their lips moved fiercely, their tongues clashing nonstop. He needed more of William just as much as William needed more of him.
Est tried to no react when he felt one of the Williams’s hands sliding down toward his lower body, slipping past the waistband of his underwear, but the touch of William’s cold fingers made Est let out a muffled growl right against his mouth. He clenched his teeth, struggling to maintain a shred of sanity as William’s hand moved without a shred of shame, rubbing his palm against Est’s hardness.
“Willy, don’t play like that,” Est warned in a broken voice, though his body did nothing to pull away. On the contrary, he pressed himself closer to him, trapping his boyfriend’s hand between their bodies to increase the friction.
“Should I stop now, P’Est?” William challenged in a whisper, nibbling on his boyfriend’s lower lip before sucking hard.
Est didn’t respond with words. His hands, which had been on the back of William’s neck, slid down to his thighs, gripping him below the knees to lift him up. William, understanding immediately, wrapped his legs around Est’s waist, anchoring himself to him as his back pressed lightly against the sort of wall that divided the area where they stood.
Est’s hands now moved, desperately seeking more contact; they caressed the younger boy’s legs, pulling the fabric of his shorts up slightly to his thighs. When he could go no higher, he slid them over the fabric, finally resting them against his buttocks.
“P’Est, they’re going to see us…” William gasped, glancing sideways at the crowd in front of them; fortunately, no one was paying any attention. Despite his words, his hand continued to skillfully stroke the older boy’s length.
.
“Let them look,” Est growled, burying his face in the crook of William’s shoulder and leaving a purple mark right where the collarbone met his neck. “Let them look and know that you’re mine.”
Est tightened his grip on William’s thighs, holding him close to his body before his hands disappeared beneath the damp fabric of the shorts. William let out a gasp, arching his back as he felt Est’s fingers firmly trace the curve of his buttocks.
William sought out his boyfriend’s lips again, claiming them eagerly; the kiss was wet, chaotic—a mix of saliva, tongues, and teeth. His hand, still playing inside Est’s pants, picked up the pace. Est felt the world spinning; heat coursed through his body, and his need to take his partner right then and there grew more intense.
“Phi…” William whispered between kisses, his voice a mix of pleading and tantrum. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want to share you with anyone else anymore.”
Est pulled back just a few inches, his breath hitting William’s face. His eyes were dark, fixed on his boyfriend’s swollen, shiny lips. He didn’t need to be told twice. With a single movement, he lowered William to the floor. He took a few seconds to adjust both of their clothes, trying—albeit in vain—to cover the fresh mark on his collarbone and the bulge they both had beneath their shorts.
“They’ll kill us if we get lost now,” Est said with a crooked smile, though he was already dragging William toward the side exit of the VIP area.
“They can wait; I can’t,” William replied, clasping his fingers tightly, letting Est guide him through the crowd that continued dancing, oblivious to the need they both felt.
They managed to slip through the crowd, dodging jets of water. Every time a stranger brushed against them, Est pulled William closer, pressing his chest against his back, marking their territory without saying a word.
The wait for the car that would pick them up seemed to go on forever, and the ride to Est’s condo felt even longer. Though they tried to be discreet, their hands were all over each other’s bodies, touching one another subtly, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears, and sharing little kisses until the ride finally ended.
The condo elevator seemed to move at an unbearable speed. Est had William pinned against the back mirror, one hand firmly pressed against the side of his head and the other intertwined with his. The reflection showed them two drenched boys, their clothes clinging to their bodies and their hair dripping, but their eyes burning with intensity.
When the door slid open on their floor, there was no room for calm. William practically dragged Est toward the apartment entrance. His hands trembled slightly with adrenaline as he searched for the access card among his boyfriend’s clothes. The “click” of the lock was the signal to go.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Est didn’t wait to turn on the lights. In the dim light of the entryway, he pushed William against the door and devoured him in a wet kiss. William let out a moan that was lost in the older man’s mouth, his hands moving desperately upward to tear off Est’s shirt, which by then was nothing but a hindrance.
“I missed you so much it hurts,” Est moaned against his lips, finally sliding the shirt off his shoulders; he mirrored the motion with expert hands, sliding the shirt down the younger boy’s body until it was off as well.
William didn’t waste any time. His fingers hooked onto the hem of Est’s shorts, pulling at them while his own feet sought to free themselves from his shoes. The skin-to-skin contact, now without the barrier of wet clothing, was like an electric shock. Est ran his hands along William’s sides, moving up to his chest, feeling the younger boy’s heart beating strongly against his palms.
“The room…” William managed to say between gasps, though his legs buckled every time Est sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck, just above the mark he’d left earlier.
They moved clumsily down the hallway, bumping into the walls, without breaking physical contact for even a second. When they finally fell onto the bed, Est positioned himself on top of him, resting his weight on his forearms to look William in the eyes for a few seconds before returning to his lips.
It didn’t take long for William to wrap his legs around the older man’s hips, pulling him closer to his body; their bodies touched, and they both moaned in unison as they began to grind against each other. William slid his hands down the older man’s back, digging his nails into his skin, leaving marks that would likely last.
Est broke the kiss, moving down his neck, kissing and nibbling it, leaving hickies that the younger boy would have to deal with later. He continued on his way, wandering over his boyfriend’s chest, attending to both nipples, sucking on them until they were both hard and red, eliciting loud moans from William.
“You looked so pretty today, you know? Fully dressed, that purple jacket was pretty cute.” William sighed between gasps, watching as Est continued down his body, kissing and caressing every inch of skin within his reach.
“Did I look pretty, phi? Did you like it?” William murmured between soft moans. Est was kissing the lower part of his hip, so close and yet so far from the part of his body that needed it most. He brought one of his hands up to the older man’s head, trying to speed up the journey of his mouth would finally touch his dick, but that didn’t seem to be the older man’s plan.
“Mmm. You looked so cute in that sailor outfit, too. You should wear it again sometime.” Est moved his mouth toward the inside of his thighs, making sure to not touch his boyfriend’s hardness. He spread his legs a little wider to make room for his face and continued his work, kissing, biting, and sucking, making sure to leave marks on the skin of the inside of William’s thighs.
William’s fingers were still clenched in the hair at the back of Est’s neck; he tugged at it as his gasps grew louder and louder, his hips trembling every now and then, and he could feel the tip of his cock getting wet. “Phi… please.”
“Please what, hmm?” Est straightened his body slightly, resting his hands on his stomach, and lifted his head so he could see him. He kept his gaze fixed on his face, enjoying how good he looked pleading silently, with just his eyes.
One of Est’s hands finally took hold of his cock at the base and held it still as he brought it to his mouth; he spat on the tip and let his saliva slide down its entire length before beginning to move his hand, stroking with a slowness that had William nearly crying out in frustration.
William thrust his hips a couple of times against the other’s mouth, trying to set a faster pace before feeling Est press down to keep him still. William pulled harder on his hair, moaning aloud. “Est… please, faster, please.”
His boyfriend's pleas had an effect on him faster than he'd planned; Est really wanted to push him to the limit before touching him properly, but they'd been playing this game for so long that he simply gave in.
He spat on the tip of his cock again before taking it in, taking it almost all the way into his mouth. He began to move up and down, sucking insistently on the tip and stroking the rest with one of his hands. His free hand slid into the cleft of his buttocks, two of his fingers beginning to rub against his entrance.
William writhed beneath Est, feeling overwhelmed from one moment to the next; both his boyfriend’s hands and mouth were on him, and he could do nothing but moan and squirm, begging between moans for more.
“Baby… I want to taste you, I want you in my mouth too.” William yanked hard on Est’s hair, making him release his cock with a plop. Est ran his tongue over his lips, finishing savoring the last traces of the younger boy’s essence, and nodded slightly; in just a couple of movements, he had them switch positions.
Now Est was lying on his back on the mattress, and William was on top of him, with his legs on either side of Est’s head. It didn’t take long for William to lean forward until both of them were facing their erections.
William was the first to take it. He lowered his head with his mouth open, greedily sucking his boyfriend’s cock. He went down until the tip hit the back of his throat, making him choke a little, but he didn’t pull away. He began moving his head up and down, devouring that piece of meat as if his life depended on it.
“Are you that hungry, puppy?” Est murmured between moans as he felt his cock being taken. He didn’t want to be left behind. With William on top of him, the position allowed him to see his boyfriend. The sight of William, his eyes tightly shut and cheeks puffed out as he struggled to take him all in, was the best image Est could witness. Without waiting any longer, Est took William’s hardness between his lips, responding with the same intensity.
The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the brush of their skin, and the wet, lewd sounds of their sucking. It was a battle to see who could hold out longer; every time William went down, taking more into his mouth, Est responded by sucking on the tip, as if it were a candy.
William felt like he was losing his mind. Est’s taste, the heat of his mouth, and the sensation of his own fingers digging into his boyfriend’s thighs had him almost on the edge. He tried to keep up the pace, but Est’s skill was undoing him. When he felt the older man move his mouth toward his entrance, pressing his tongue against his hole, a spasm ran through his legs and he had to pull away from Est’s cock to let out a muffled cry.
“No… Phi, I’m going to… I’m going to come if you do that,” William gasped, staggering on his hands as he tried to catch his breath, saliva glistening on his lips.
Est didn’t let him get away. He grabbed him firmly by the hips and forced him down again, this time burying his face completely between his buttocks. He spat a little against his hole and used his own tongue to push the saliva into his boyfriend’s body, then added two of his fingers to the mix, sliding them easily into the already wet canal. He began thrusting them immediately, fingering him and scissoring inside to stretch his walls a little more.
William arched his back, his chest heaving violently as he felt Est’s fingers move with precision inside him, finding that spot deep inside that made the younger boy lose all control. William tried to brace his elbows against the bed, but his arms were shaking so badly that he ended up collapsing partially onto Est’s chest.
“Est… please… I can’t take it anymore,” William moaned, his voice breaking. The combination of Est’s fingers and the constant friction of his own cock against Est’s abdomen was pushing him to the limit.
Est withdrew his fingers with a wet sound that made William let out a groan of protest, but the older man wasted no time. He sat up enough to grab William by the thighs and flip him over, positioning him on all fours on the mattress. William buried his face in the pillow, feeling the cool air of the room against his back before it was replaced by the heat of Est’s body pressing against his ass.
“Look at me, Will,” Est ordered in a hoarse voice.
William turned his head over his shoulder, his eyes heavy and clouded. Est held his gaze as he pressed the tip of his cock against William’s entrance, rubbing it slowly up and down, coating it in the natural lubricant they had created. Without warning, Est thrust, entering in one deep stroke.
William’s cry completely filled Est’s ears, making him smile. William felt completely filled, his insides stretching to accommodate Est’s thickness. The older man remained still for a moment, letting them both get used to the union, while his hands moved down to grip William’s waist, leaving red marks on his skin.
“You’re so tight… damn it,” Est whispered, beginning to move. At first, the thrusts were slow, allowing William to savor every inch. But the desperation that had built up over fifteen days on tour didn’t take long to explode. Est began thrusting hard, his hips slamming against William’s ass with a rhythmic sound that mingled with both of their shameless moans.
William felt each thrust lift him higher. His hands clung to the sheets, crumpling them tightly, while his head fell back, seeking Est’s shoulder. The older man obliged, leaning down to bite his shoulder and whisper praises in his ear—words only the two of them could share.
How good it felt to be inside him, how beautiful he looked in his arms, how much he loved him, and how much he had missed him.
“You’re mine, William. All of you,” Est growled, picking up the pace until the movement became almost frantic.
William felt the knot in his stomach tighten. The pleasure was so intense that it hurt in the best possible way. His own internal spasms began to massage Est, driving him wild.
“Phi! I’m going to... Est!” William shouted, his body tensing completely.
“Do it, Will. Do it for me,” Est replied, thrusting a couple more times, deep and charged with absolute possessiveness.
William came first, his essence staining the sheets and his own abdomen as his walls contracted violently around Est. The older man let out a guttural growl, feeling William’s release as the final trigger, and emptied himself inside him with an intensity that left him breathless.
The silence that followed was broken only by their heavy breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts. Est collapsed onto William’s back, wrapping him in a heavy, damp embrace, kissing his boyfriend’s soaked neck.
“I love you, did you know that?” Est murmured, his voice laden with a tenderness that contrasted with the ferocity of just moments ago.
“I know, and I love you too, my p’Est.” William could only manage a weary laugh, turning with difficulty in Est’s embrace to hide his flushed face against the older man’s chest.