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Adjusting his position in Pond’s lap, Phuwin winces a little when Pond’s sharp zipper digs into the bare skin of his ass, the undone metal teeth exposed. Still, he wiggles until he's comfortable because he's determined to make this work. There's really no situation too inopportune to be having sex with Pond, as he's learned over the past few months in varying settings since they’ve been sleeping together.
“Pond, please, I'm—I need—” And he's cut off by a high whine that echoes from the back of his throat when he grinds his hips down again, pressing his naked erection firmly against Pond's lower abdomen, his hands flying out onto Pond's shoulders, fingers digging into the flesh, trying to keep himself steady on Pond’s laps. “Please let me sit on your cock, Pond. Wanna feel you inside me—nghhh—fuck, wanna make you feel good.”
Phuwin knows how he looks. How wrecked. His hair, those loose, sweaty strands that fall over his forehead and stick to the sides of his face. The terrible flush pinking his cheeks, his skin burning all over. And there’s something about the position they’re in. Phuwin, naked from waist down as he had hastingly taken off his pants before climbing into Pond’s laps. Something about how Pond only goes as far as unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zip down just enough to let his cock spring out.
It makes Phuwin feels like a needy slut, humping in his laps like a dog in heat, just begging to be fucked. But Phuwin is needy. Has always been when it comes to Pond. And he’s far past the point to be embarrassed about that.
“Wanna—wanna ride you, Pond. Want your—want your big cock in me, Pond, wanna fucking bounce on it, want it pounding into my asshole—.”
He’s practically babbling nonsense, begging for the same thing over and over but Phuwin really thinks he might really lose his mind completely if he doesn’t have something inside of him already.
Pond watches as Phuwin reaches a hand behind himself to pry one cheek out of the way, before he circles a lubed up finger around his wet, fluttering asshole with his other hand. The muscle loosens is already so loose from the plug that Phuwin had put inside himself all morning, wanting to be loose enough so that it’s easy for him to take Pond without much prep. Their casual improv sex has been happening so often that Phuwin has learned to be more prepared. That is one reason besides the fact that it also turns him on that he can keep himself ready for Pond to fuck on a whimp, hole loose enough for Pond to take if he pleases, if he so desires that Phuwin deserves to be fucked.
A small, involuntary moan tumbles from his lips as he quickly shoves a finger in, that ring of muscle sucking it in immediately. Pond hardens his grip onto the hard flesh of Phuwin’s naked thighs. Phuwin knows Pond wants to help, but Pond always knows Phuwin wants to do this. Wants Pond to watch him.
Phuwin presses a second finger into himself, and his cock twitches, beads of precome continue to leak from the reddened tip and drip onto Pond. His thighs flex as he fucks down onto his hand, and he lets out a rushed breath of pleasure when he begins to scissor them, stretching the tense ring of muscle.
“Daddy,” Phuwin whines, his motions stuttering when he curls his fingers, thighs trembling as he brushes over that perfect spot inside him.
The first time Phuwin had called Pond ‘daddy’, Pond had come so hard inside him that he was embarrassed to even have any conversation relating to it afterward. Phuwin thinks it was cute, a cute little kink that Pond Naravit has. Who would have guessed. A boy who is often so shy and polite in everyone’s eyes might just have a daddy kink.
Phuwin continued to test it out a few more times, to the point that Pond isn’t as embarrassed about it anymore. He openly takes pleasure in it now. Always fucks Phuwin a little harder whenever Phuwin refers to him as such. Because there was never anything to be embarrassed about, because he should have known that Phuwin is always willing to indulge him in anything.
A wrecked moan tears its way up from his throat, and Phuwin quickly works a third finger into himself, the slick muscle squelching crudely. “Fuck, Pond, it's so good, it feels so good—”
Then Phuwin reaches down, the other hand still pumping into him, and he grips Pond’s cock, purring when he grunts and jerks his hips into his hold.“You want to fuck me, Daddy? Hm?” And he strokes slowly, letting his fingers roll over the wet tip before moving back down to the base. “'Cause I want you to fuck me. Want you to fuck me hard, want to get your big cock deep inside me, want you to make me feel good.”
“Fucking christ, Phuwin. Your fucking mouth.”
Pond’s cock is hot in his hand, twitching occasionally as Phuwin rubs his thumb over the slipperiest part, spreading his precum along the underside.
“Yeah,” Phuwin breathes out, continuing to ride onto his fingers. “You love when I’m this needy in your laps, don’t you? How I don’t beg for anything but I’ll beg for cock. I’ll beg if it’s you. I’d talk to you like a whore in heat, offering myself for you to fuck.”
Phuwin’s hand keeps a steady rhythm at pumping up and down Pond’s shaft, thumb flicking over the slit and playing with the dripping precome, the spill slow and steady as he continues to finger himself open.
Pond’s fingers thread into Phuwin’s hair, letting the dam strands fall over his forehead. When Pond pulls him closer, Phuwin makes an inarticulate sound in his throat, his hips bucking forward so the tip of his cock drags over the hard muscles of Pond’s stomach, his now unbuttoned shirt hanging open to his sides.
Phuwin eventually removes his fingers, wincing slightly, before he presses the blunt tip of Pond’s cock right against his gaping hole. But he doesn't put it in.
“Feel that, Pond? Feel how I'm all opened up just for you? I kept a plug in me all morning, wanting to be all open for you.”
With a quick coat of lube that Phuwin had used on his fingers earlier, he starts lining himself on Pond’s cock, moaning at the way it easily catches onto the tip, clenching onto the head, desperate to be filled. His hole puckers like it’s trying to suck him in.
Pond lets out a low groan, feeling the way Phuwin’s hole tries to open up for him. Phuwin can only whimper when the tip pushes past the first ring, and his exhale turns into a long-winded moan as Pond’s cock slides in further easily. Phuwin grunts as he sinks down further, Pond’s thick girth stretching him wider than his fingers or any toy could ever. His hands come up to hold on to Pond’s hard shoulders, not even waiting once he gets down to the hilt before beginning to buckle down on the fat cock.
Phuwin is made for this, spreading his legs and taking cock. And he should look like a cheap whore but Pond finds him anything but. If anything, Phuwin is a fucking sight to behold, elegant and expensive, like something no one’s hand is worth to touch. Not even Pond’s.
“God, fuck yes,” Phuwin groans, every muscle in his body feeling tense.
Then leaning forward, he presses hot kisses up the sweaty column of Pond’s neck, following the path along his jawline and nipping at the shell of his ear, rocking his hips against Pond’s. The movement drags Pond’s cock inside him, hot and wonderful and making them both lose their breath.
He starts bouncing in Pond’s lap, then switching up the pace and giving him long, slow strokes, squeezing his rim around Pond’s girth in a way he knows will make Pond shudder in pleasure with the way it feels like Phuwin’s asshole is sucking at his cock.
“God, yes, that feels—daddy, that feels so good, your cock's so fucking big, nghhh——oh fuck—” Phuwin whimpers again, and bucks his hips with the rough rhythm they've got going, shocks of pleasure coursing through his entire body and making him heat up even worse. Intoxicated with the pleasure of roughly getting fucked open, making him get even wetter, moan even louder, making him losing him on Pond’s cock.
“A—ah yeah, Pond, you like that? You like it when I ride you like this? Like when I call you daddy as I’m bouncing on your fat cock?”
Phuwin starts rocking his hips back and forth and moving Pond’s cock in and out of him. Each time he pulls himself up, his asshole clenches tighter, almost greedily sucking Pond back in. When he grinds back down, his body is too eager to take in Pond’s length, an overwhelming sense of pleasure from being filled takes over him.
Quick, staccato grunts spill from Pond’s lips each time Phuwin fucks himself down onto Pond’s cock.
"Fuck, you’re so perfect to empty my balls in, Phu-" Pond groans, trying to buckle his cock into Phuwin’s heat.
“Pond, I'm—” Phuwin grunts, and fucks down desperately onto Phuwin’s cock, getting it deeper inside him, wanting to be so good for him. Wanting to be filled, to be used and pumped full of cum until it’s dripping from his tight, sopping asshole.
Bobbing between them is Phuwin’s cock, heavy and full of blood and suffused with an angry red. It aches for him to touch it, but Pond knows he can come without having to.
“Nghhh—ahhh—wish you could hold me down, pinning my arms over my head, fucking me open with your fat cock.”
“Your… your filthy mouth, Phuwin. It’ll be the fucking death of me one of these days.”
Pond thinks it’ll do it though. Getting to die with his cock buried inside of Phuwin. A morbid way to put it, but he’s sure it can be somewhat poetic depending on how a poet spins it. Though Pond isn’t a poet, he simply just thinks there’s no better way to go than this.
“Oh, oh God, yes—” Phuwin keens as he rolls his hips in a smooth movement and pushes back onto the thick cock. Phuwin’s sopping hole continues to swallow Pond’s cock easily, and he cries out. “Nn—fuck, Pond, that feels—feels so good, oh—”
Pond growls, his cock throbbing in between Phuwin’s walls, as Phuwin keeps bouncing up and down on the shaft, getting the cock deeper each time.
“Fuck,” Phuwin manages to say, his throat already slightly scratchy and sore. “Fuck, Daddy, c’mon, fuck me now, you can—fuck me—please—fuck me.”
Pond tries to find leverage on Phuwin’s waist, his cock throbbing in between Phuwin’s walls, before he starts thrusting his hips upward, plunging in and out of Phuwin’s hole and getting deeper and deeper each time. He’s pounding into Phuwin so violently, Phuwin could almost feel it in his bones.
The nasty, wet sound of Pond’s cock ramming into Phuwin’s hole resounds through the car, and the metal body and the wheels creak and groan beneath their movements.
“Fuck—Phuwin, you feel so good. So fucking tight.”
The backs of Phuwin’s thighs slap against the tops of Pond’s as he bounces in his lap. At points it seems like he's going to hit his head on the roof, but he's not thinking clearly enough to worry about that. Each brutal thrust tightens the coil below his navel more and more, a furious heat that slowly spreads through his entire body and makes him feel like he's gonna fucking implode.
And each time Pond thrusts in, all Phuwin could do is make needy little sounds, something between a whine and a grunt.
“G—God, so big, daddy, I want—want it harder, daddy, go harder, please—”
Pond chuckles low in his throat, his hands holding Phuwin’s strong thighs now as he begins to fuck into him harder and rougher. It’s hard to do in the position and tight space they’re in but it still get Phuwin’s bouncing on his cock like a ragdoll and it’s a fucking sight to see.
“Nnh—fuck,” Phuwin lets out a needy sob, his body rocking as Pond’s cock pumps in and out of his clenching muscle. His lips part in heaving gasps, one hand scraping down Pond’s upper arms, fumbling for a firm grip.
"So warm and tight inside, you feel so good, Phuwin. Yeah, just like that. Clench harder around me again."
The second Phuwin does, Pond lets out a string of curses, draping Phuwin’s body weight forward over him, as Phuwin arches his back until it hits the steering wheel behind him while Pond hits his prostate continuously. It feels so good, the stimulation on his prostate making it easier to accommodate the harsh pounding. Every time Pond hits that spot inside him, Phuwin’s breath stutters as he clings onto Pond.
Phuwin’s spine bows tight and his orgasm hits him out of nowhere, spiking his entire body with pleasure.
“F—nnh, ah, fuck—daddy, daddy, oh,” Phuwin’s thighs tense and clamp around Pond, and he arches with a helpless moan, cock twitching and spurting cum onto Pond’s belly. He cries at the way his thighs won’t stop trembling, his hands claw at Pond’s skin as he keeps coming, making a mess all over their hot, clothed chest, his cock kicking and pulsing with each gush of cum.
“Fuck,” Pond hisses, pelvis jerking, his hips still for a moment. “Did you just…..I didn’t even….”
It’s not like it’s Phuwin’s first time coming untouched, and Pond knew he could too; Pond had purposely edged him enough to get him to do that on multiple occasions. But it was still driving Pond insane and so fucking turned on everytime at the fact that he could fuck Phuwin until Phuwin’s body can no longer hold back, no choice but to break apart, overstimulated enough to orgasm without even being touched.
“It’s okay,” Phuwin urges him as he tries to keep the rhythm of Pond’s thrusts. Trying to ride out every bit of his orgasm, he feels himself keep coming and coming, making even more of a mess between them. “Fuck me. Wanna—want you to come too, Pond. Come for me.”
So Pond does, pulls him down harder so he stays fully seated on his cock before he keeps fucking Phuwin through his orgasm, crooning and murmuring praise after praise until Phuwin’s pumping out the last of it, shaking and barely coherent. Pond keeps a tight hold on him still and starts ramming into him so hard, Phuwin’s sobbing and hiccupping out little moans.
Phuwin squirms, trying to push back onto Pond’s cock even though he’s trembling all over, thighs still twitching post orgasm. “Want you to cum in me, please, Pond.. I- I need it so bad— please, just fill me up, fuck—”
Pond curses under his breath, hips jerking involuntarily. “Fuck, baby, look at you.”
“Be your good boy..” he mumbles, all whiny. He knows he’s almost pathetically begging for it and maybe in another universe, he’d be embarrassed about such unfiltered desperation but right now, he aches to be filled up. “Just wanna be your good boy. Your good cumdump. Good enough for you to come inside— please, please…”
“Begging for it like a needy little slut.” Pond growls, snapping his hips; and Phuwin thinks he’s about to lose his fucking mind; maybe edging close to a second orgasm because it’s not often that Pond could talk this nasty to him. “You want me to breed you that bad?”
It takes Phuwin a moment to grasp onto the words that just left Pond’s mouth before he frantically nods, eyes wet and glassy, hips buckling down onto Pond's cock. “Fuck—— fuck that’s—nghhhh— shit…yes. Want that. Want that so bad, daddy.”
Pond doesn’t respond at first, just watches him. His pretty, ruined Phuwin, all spread out on his cock and shaking, already stuffed full and still begging to be fucked and filled up.
Pond moans at the sight in front of him. “Fuck, so fucking good, Phuwin, feel so fucking good on my cock.” He fucks into him even faster now, his pelvis moving with a complete lack of rhythm, Phuwin’s hole sopping and clenching in the aftershocks and Pond gets rougher and Phuwin mewls at the overstimulation.
“Pond,” Phuwin hears himself babbling, clawing his nails across Pond’s skin. “Daddy, I want—hnn—want you to come inside me. Need it so bad, please. Want you to fill me up with your cum. Breed me. Put your seeds in me. Want you to put a baby in me.”
And that was all it takes before Pond buries his cock deep in him one final time, his hands digging painful bruises into Phuwin’s hips as he slams him down onto his cock, once, twice, hips stuttering and violent when his orgasm hits him hard as he comes with a low, breathy ‘fuck’ through his grit teeth. His cock throbs a few times with the initial, stronger spurts. The slick sensation of his hot release sends a satisfied shudder through Phuwin, he keeps moaning as Pond continues to grind and pump the last of his load into him.
Phuwin deliberately tightens around him, clenching. The feeling of his hole squeezing Pond’s length makes the man groan deeply, like he’s pulling the last of his load deeper into him, milking him dry.
“Pond,” Phuwin breathes through the silence that comes afterward. There’s nothing Pond likes more than pleasing Phuwin, and in his lap is a very pleased Phuwin, trembling and ruined, a sight to live for, to die for—sweat in his bangs, lips swollen and parted, eyelids heavy. Pond is content.
It only takes Phuwin a few minutes to recover before he starts grinding down on Pond’s cock again, whimpering as Pond’s softening cock rubs against his wall. “Want you to fuck me again, Pond.”
Pond pulls back his head slightly, grip still firm around Phuwin’s waist, “Phu, we just—”
Phuwin keeps a steady rhythm of his hips on Pond’s cock, hoping it’s enough to get Pond hard again. He leans to place a quick kiss on Pond’s lips, “need it again. Please, Pond.”
“But your back— it’s going to be very uncomfortable for you—”
“Don’t care,” he starts buckling down on Pond’s cock and if Pond would just let him move, he’ll be bouncing on that thick cock again. “Take me to the back seat and fuck me. Or you can fuck me on the hood of the car, don’t even care if anyone sees. I need you to fuck me again, daddy. Want you to fuck me until I feel your cock in me even when you’re not there. Want you to pump your cum in me until it’s dripping all over, leaking out of my sobbing hole. Want it loose and wet. You can even put a plug in me afterward, don’t want to waste your cum. Want to be your good little cumdump, Pond. Fuck me, breed me. Use me. I’ll be such a good cocksleeve for you.”
“Fuck,” Pond groans at the filthy words. “Shit—Phu, you can’t say all of that.”
Phuwin breathily laughs, “you’re into that, aren’t you? It was so hot earlier when you talk about breeding me. You like the idea of pumping your loads deep in me until you put a baby in me, Naravit?”
And they have a schedule to attend. And P’Ying will definitely kill them both if they are late. But that doesn’t stop Pond from taking Phuwin to the seat like he had requested. Though, unfortunately it’s not actually possible for Pond to press Phuwin into the leather seat and fuck him, considering their builds and heights.
Instead, Pond hauls Phuwin over his laps before he fills him up with his fat, thick cock again. Arms tight around Phuwin’s waist, he keeps his face is Phuwin’s neck, kissing and licking and biting at the skin he can reach, while Phuwin’s being split open on his cock; still loose and slicky with Pond’s cum from being fucked just moments ago.
Phuwin spreads legs wider, knees pressed into the sticky leather from the heat inside the car, whimpering at the new angle as it allows Pond’s cock to press even deeper into him. He tries to relax the muscles in the body, clenches and unclenches around the girth of Pond’s cock. He wants to please Pond, wants Pond to use him like a fucktoy. He has the desire to feel like a mere cocksleeve—used solely to pleasure Pond’s cock as the man pleases.
He wants Pond to fuck him until he's carving himself a place inside Phuwin. Something only he can reach, somewhere only he can pound.
Gripping both ass cheeks, violently squeezing them between his thick fingers, Pond begins to move Phuwin’s body up and down, causing him to sink and lift off the thick cock repeatedly, the girth sliding effortlessly in and out of the hole, unhindered; his hole desperately tries to suck in the tip of Pond’s cockhead every time the man lifts him all the way before slamming down until the sounds of their skins smashing echoes within the car. Just like how Phuwin likes Pond to be with him.
It's so good and Phuwin doesn't want it to end. It's so good and he wouldn't have even minded if Pond was to deny him an orgasm. It is more about satisfying Pond and about keeping him coming inside of Phuwin, keeping Phuwin full and stuffed.
But Pond does work Phuwin with his palm this time until Phuwin is spilling all over their chests, his hole pulsating, tightening around Pond’s length until Pond is flooding his walls in thick, warm cum for the second time.
And Phuwin doesn’t even know how he can keep up; knew that it was him who asked; had basically begged this of Pond. Because Pond really doesn’t stop fucking him. He keeps driving and pistoning his cock up into Phuwin’s drenched hole until he’s hard again, until he comes over and over again inside of Phuwin, like he’s really trying to breed a fucking baby inside of Pond. Like its even fucking biologically possible.
Phuwin’s body completely goes lax at one point, pliant and warm as he lets Pond pound into him, smashing Phuwin’s ass onto his cock until Phuwin’s crying and shaking before Pond buries his seed deep in Phuwin over and over.
And he fills Phuwin with so much of his cum, Phuwin is leaking with it, leaking all over the leather seat of his car.
The shape of Pond’s cock lingers inside of him even long after, he can feel it in every movement. Pond had come so many times in him that it spilled out onto his underwear, soaking it wet, and Phuwin’s body unconsciously trying to clench his hole, a pathetic attempt to try to keep the cum inside of him longer.
Maybe it was obvious to those around them, the smell of sex and the way Phuwin keeps limping. But Phuwin thinks that alone turns him on even more, how someone might be able to tell how good he is getting fucked by Pond.
And no one has to know, especially P’Ying, that Phuwin and Pond eventually find themselves in a private restroom of their dressing room as Phuwin begs Pond to fill him up with his cum again.
He lets Pond grab him and pushes him against the wall; lets Pond manhandle him to stand facing the wall before he feels the familiar cock pushing inside him again as Pond slowly feeds his gapping hole his cock inch by inch until he bottoms out.
And Phuwin offers himself to gets fucked against the wall in that exact position- Pond’s hands on his hips, Pond’s cock in his ass and Pond’s mouth nipping at the skin of his neck.
Pond pins him hard against the cold tile and begins thrusting into the wet, clenching heat; relinquishing in the tightness of Phuwin’s hole, groaning at how Phuwin can still somehow be tight after being fucked and used so many time already.
Phuwin struggles a little against him, so overly simulated, while Pond keeps chasing his orgasm just as Phuwin had begged for, to be filled with his seeds. He moves his hands to the fat of Phuwin’s asscheeks, kneading the meat of it, pulling them apart to see his cock driving in and out of Phuwin, and it’s the sight of the red swollen, abused rim but that still determines to take Pond’s cock even in such state, the sight of the stretch, of the marks of his fingerprints that he’s left all over him, of his red asscheeks and how stretched Pond has made him that has Pond coming at last.
Pond makes sure to pump all of his load inside of Phuwin, filling him up to the brim as he moans at the sight of Phuwin grinding his ass on his cock as he tries to milk all of his cum until there’s nothing left.
“Once more, please,” Phuwin barely grasps out the plead when he feels like Pond is about to slip out; his rim feels raw and abused and yet he can’t fanthom the reality of not continuously being fucked through overstimulation. “Need you to fill me up again. Need your cock, need you to keep fucking me.” He doesn’t beg for his own orgasm, somehow his brain has been altered and all he seems to care about is to keep Pond pumping his cum inside his drenched hole.
“Fucking fuck Phuwin,” Pond warns him. “If you keep saying that, I might never stop.”
It’s not nearly as close to a threat as Pond might think it is. It only gets Phuwin to look at Pond over his shoulder, eyes all doe and fucked out, as he grinds his ass onto Pond’s cock. But Pond doesn’t miss the challenge that lingers in Phuwin’s eyes. He lets out a low moan when Phuwin starts clenching down on the length that stays buried inside him, urging him to do something. Get with it.
Pond wastes no time before he hastingly resumes, seeking yet another orgasm, Phuwin doesn't know how much time passes. He's reduced to a crying mess, an overstimulated mess, and his hole gets so sensitive, it hurts so much, but he feels good; he feels like a good cumdump. He just wants to keep pleasing Pond, he wants Pond to leave him well-used, to treat him like a whore.
So he just keeps begging for more. And more. And Phuwin knows it’s going to hurt, he’s going to feel like his insides have been stretched beyond repair and that he'll never recover from it again, but Pond is pleased, is enjoying his body, he is so hard inside Phuwin. He stays so hard inside of him and something in his chest swells with pride that he’s the reason to make Pond behave like this.
And Phuwin takes it and takes it and takes it, giving his hole away to do as Pond pleases with it. He gets pounded again and again, backshots from behind as Pond groans and moans and lets out a string of curses.
Phuwin comes untouched at one point while Pond continue to fuck him through it and Phuwin has no choice to keep taking it.
Mere moments later, Phuwin feels a warm, thick stream filling him up from the inside as Pond moans above him as he spurts more and more of his cum, feeding Phuwin’s greedy hole with another heavy load.
Warm cum spilling and dripping down the back of his thigh when Pond finally pulls out and this time, Pond does insert a plug inside of Phuwin’s well fucked rim.
It should help to keep the cum in his loose hole a bit longer. At least until Pond can get him home and fucks him again.
Needless to say, they don’t get much sleep once they make it back to Phuwin’s condo as Phuwin could barely stay off of Pond’s cock. He was bent over the couch, fucked open at a brutal pace, then spread out on the dining table as Pond pounds into him like the animal in him has finally being unleashed free. Phuwin gets fucked on various surfaces in his condo for hours on end, left sometimes hanging, denied from his orgasm, as he only encourages Pond to use him and make him feel like a good fucktoy that knows how to pleasure Pond.
Even in the bathtub, Phuwin rides Pond’s cock until he is able to get another orgasm out of him.
He even asks to cockwarm Pond while they sleep, but Pond hesitates at first, insisting that it’s going to be too painful for Phuwin. But Phuwin talks Pond into giving it a try anyway as he allows Pond to put them into a comfortable position with his chest snugged up against Phuwin’s back.
He tells Phuwin to initiate it once he feels ready so Phuwin reaches behind himself where Pond’s cock stands, takes a hold of it and pushes his own body back until he can feel the head caress his rim.
Phuwin tries to let go of the clenching and guides the cockhead inside him until it catches on his rim, then drops his hands and lets his hips move back on their own until the tip of cockhead nestles against his abused prostate, Pond’s hips flushed against Phuwin’s.
Truth is, it is a lot of pain if Phuwin clenches around the girth, but if he lies like this, if he lets his hole welcome the penetration without trying to push it out, it’s bearable. Everything down his waist is sore- going from his ass cheeks to inside his ass, his thighs from the slapping of skin against skin while Pond fucked him senseless for hours, but he wants to keep it.
He knows that although it’s painful, if he lets Pond pull out, it’ll feel empty inside him– as it somehow does after a scene, when he misses Pond inside for the simple fact that Pond fills him so well, keeps his insides warm and stretched.
He does tell Pond that if he wishes to, throughout the night, he is free to use him as he pleases. So he isn’t surprised when he is repeatedly woken up through the night to Pond ramming his cock into his overused, swollen and abused hole. Releasing loads after loads and Phuwin is kept thoroughly and deliciously full and stuffed, filled up with cum until morning arrives. Before Pond fills him up again and again until they soak the bedsheet for good.
And by the end of the day, Pond makes sure to keep Phuwin’s hole drenched wet. Painted white, stretched, and sated.