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Por is sick. Teetee doesn’t know what to do. He is worried, but he has no experience in taking care of sick people since he’s the youngest in his family, just like Por is in his.
They have a big 3-day event in two days, and Por’s fever won’t go down. He keeps tossing and turning in bed, tears rolling down his cheeks, and he takes up all of the comforter he’s supposed to share with Teetee. He’s huffing, whining, and shivering all at once, and Teetee is genuinely freaked out. It’s not like this is the first time Por has been sick. He’s almost always sick due to his declining health and their packed schedules. Por, who loves to eat, has stopped taking second portions. Por, who loves sleeping, has barely had a full 6-hour sleep in months. Por, who usually gives his all for all their events, can no longer pretend. Even the stylists and managers have taken pity on the boy, encouraging him with words that feel empty to him, unable to do any more than that. Teetee has never seen Por this exhausted. He wishes he could postpone the upcoming schedules so Por could eat well and sleep well like he used to, like he’s supposed to, but he himself has no time to look after Por since their practice sessions are scheduled at different times. They only meet up for DEXX, during which Por is half-dozing off, half-awake to do however much he can, before clocking out without saying goodbye. They share a dorm, all ‘partners’ at DMD do. Their dorm has two beds, obviously, but Por and him are comfortable enough to push them together to sleep.
“Tee.. It’s so hot,” Por whines as his hold on the comforter tightens. “but I’m so cold.. Please.. Make this stop..” Teetee stares up at the ceiling, trying to come up with ways he can help Por out. He fishes out his phone to yet again search for ways to help sick a person and ways to bring down a fever, but nothing new or something he hasn’t already tried, comes up.
“Tee,” He hears Por yet again, so he faces the boy on his right, finding him looking at Teetee with half-lidded eyes. “my eyes burn..” Por gulps, extending his hand toward Teetee, and resting it on his eyes. “My throat hurts,” He travels it down to his throat, taking another painful gulp. “everything hurts Tee, it hurts everywhere.” His voice sounds heartbreaking, and Teetee admits he is not strong enough to see Por like this. “Tee.. Tee-ah..” The sounds Por is making do not sound fun to Teetee, they sound more like painful and breathy whines, almost-moans if he didn’t know any better.
He gets up and fills a large bowl with cold water again, soaking the same towel from yesterday in it, and sits at the edge of the bed beside Por, before gently taking off the comforter from him. Por makes a noise of refusal, but one look from Teetee shuts that down. He reluctantly gathers up his remaining strength to pull at Teetee’s sleeve before lifting his chin up twice. Teetee tilts his head in confusion before Por speaks, “Off.” He doesn’t understand what Por means. “My shirt, off, please.” Teetee is really not strong enough to handle a pouty, whiny, and begging Por in their shared bed. He unbuttons the top with the soaked towel in his hand, squeezing it unconsciously, making the water drip down Por’s naked chest. “Ah-h.. Cold, feels good, mm,,” Por is too gone to realise what he's doing, only looking at Teetee with blurry eyes and glistening lips. His warm hand touches Teetee's working ones, sliding and pressing them down on his chest and asking him to squeeze the water inside his shirt more. Teetee clears his throat, looks away for a second, and then continues with a long sigh. He can already feel this is going to be a painfully long night for him and his growing feelings.
As he's done giving Por a sponge bath, he gets up to put the bowl back into the kitchen before coming down to sit beside Por in his spot, checking on him from time to time. Por's peaceful figure rests beside him, soft sounds leaving his parted lips, and tongue coating his dry mouth every minute. He needs water, Teetee decides. He hooks his palm under Por's neck and lifts him with little strength, bringing the glass to his mouth before letting the sick boy drink all he wants. The air-conditioner feels useless after he touches Por, so he lowers the temperature even more before browsing through his phone.
He doesn't realise when he dozes off, but Teetee is roused awake when he feels tightness around his arm, soreness he feels when he sleeps on it. His eyes open, adjusting to the dim light before he feels it. Por's thighs wrapped tightly around his bare arm, as he ruts against it, hips jerking violently and body shaking with impact, like it was a pillow. Teetee's eyes widen as he takes in the sight, trying to process exactly how this happened. But before he can do that, Por moans right beside him, spilling his name as a result.
“Tee.. Feels so gooddd..” Teetee must be insane; he must be hearing and seeing things. There is no way Por is getting off on his arm like a cat in heat. Sweat beads form on Teetee’s forehead, trickling down as he holds himself still, knowing that if he moved or gave the fact that was awake, away, Por would stop. And that's the last thing Teetee wants to ever happen. So he stays still with his fists clenched tight, flexing his arm more in the process, and Por grunts at the new sensation. His pyjama strains against his own cock as he squirms, trying to get comfortable in this situation.
After what feels like an eternity, Teetee hears Por dig his nails deep into his bicep, using all his force to tighten his thighs around the arm as he rides it faster and faster before going limp, his grip loosening, and his mouth hanging open, devoid of any more sounds. His wet hair falls into his face, clinging to his sides, and Teetee watches peace settle onto his face. “Thank you..” He speaks, finally opening his eyes, meeting Teetee instantly, as he blinks softly, and a small smile curls up his lips. “For letting me do this.” He clarifies, letting Teetee know this wasn't just a fever dream, but rather something he wanted to do, making the latter’s chest tighten with anticipation.
He tries to sleep. He tries to focus his mind on anything but the way Por looks right now; ethereal, ravishing, angelic. All at once. But it gets harder and harder when he feels Por shift closer to him, touching his arm again. His eyes settle on Por again, who is blinking, thinking, and smiling, all too loud.
“Teetee,” He finally speaks, probably having decided against his better judgment. Teetee responds by giving him full attention, eyes on him, facing him while propping an arm underneath his own head. “Can you.. Can I- I mean, can we have.. Sex.. Please..?” Por looks away, speaking in a hushed tone. But that was enough to rock the world beneath Teetee’s feet. He truly believes he misheard.
“You’re sick..” He said, unsure.
“It works, I know it does. My doctor recommended that if I don’t get better..” Por’s reaction is quick, almost urgent, and he chews on his bottom lip, spewing all that nonsense both he and Teetee know is unbelievable.
“Fuck..” He groans, almost crying, when he realizes Por won’t let him go until he gets what he wants. Not tonight, at least.
“Please, Tee please.. Please have sex with me,” This time, it did not sound so hesitant anymore. Por expressed his desire with a newfound confidence but borderline pleading. “I want you.”
Teetee snaps. His patience, already hanging by a loose thread, breaks. He grabs both of Por’s legs by the ankles and pulls him in the middle of the bed, messing Por’s hair in the process. “Uh.. Tee..” Por looks like sin in heaven. Indescribable. He spreads both of Por’s legs apart, settling between them before pausing, his eyes still unsure. His hand lifts to Por’s forehead to check his temperature before, “I want this, I’m not going to stop you, Tee, so don’t stop yourself either.” That is all the confirmation Teetee needed before he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Por’s silk pajamas, taking them off with both urgency and care. Por’s body goes useless in Teetee’s hands, dragging up and down the bed like he weighs nothing. His mouth leaves soft, breathy sounds when he finally has Teetee’s girthy hands all over his naked torso and thighs. Teetee’s eyes roam everywhere. He leaves no inch of Por unseen. His hands trace lazy patterns all over the silky skin, and before he knows it, his mouth attaches itself to Por’s thigh, dangerously close to his hardened cock. Light but loud kisses fill the air, Por being left as nothing but a moaning mess as his fingers tangle in Teetee’s hair, massaging them like his life depends on it. “You are so fucking beautiful, phi..” Por whines. Something about Teetee calling him ‘phi’ in this tone, deep and dark, clouded with lust and admiration, makes his toes curl. Teetee leaves kisses all the way down to his covered feet, taking a moment to admire the art in front of him before taking off Por’s socks, throwing them off with little care. His lips press a light kiss on the side of the foot before he feels Por trying to rid them of his grip. He lets that happen. Big mistake. Por is merciless when he pushes his foot into Teetee’s already straining pyjamas, making Teetee throw his head back when Por moves his toe, rubbing it in circles, force light and then hard, never giving a chance to get used to it. “Fuck, phi.. What are you even doing?” His question is more of a statement, an admission of this feeling being too good to be true, as he lets Por abuse his powers to his heart’s content.
“Want to sit on your lap, Tee. Can I do that?” Long gone is the shy Por. This man beneath Teetee is demanding and vocal about exactly what he wants, saying things in a way that can’t be refused. Por lifts himself off the bed before grabbing Teetee by the shoulders, meeting his eyes, and switching their positions. Teetee’s hands instantly grab Por’s hips, afraid of the older falling off the bed. Por’s eyes are blurry, totally clouded by hunger, and his mouth is salivating like Teetee is nothing but a piece of meat in front of him. “I don’t think you understand how much I’ve wanted this..” He spares no mercy to the younger before his palms rest flat against Teetee’s chest, and he starts dragging his hips back and forth on Teetee’s clothed dick. “Oh god.. Oh my god, Tee..” Teetee gorans beneath him, fingers squeezing at the flesh, for sure leaving marks, as he helps Por move above him, thrusting up to help the older reach his climax. “Nngh! God, Tee you’re so big, I can feel you all around me already.” Por’s hips stutter, a sign of being close. “Hah, what-” His eyes snap open when he feels he’s unable to move anymore, Teetee’s grip on his hips murderous. He’s about to speak again before their positions are flipped once more.
Teetee’s eyes are dark. His fingers have Por’s legs spread wide open, his hips bracketed between Por’s. “Can I kiss you?” Por breathes a sigh of relief, eyes closing in the process. He smiles and snakes his arms around Teetee’s shoulders, palms resting on his nape as he nods.
“I thought you’d never ask.” The kiss is unlike anything Por has ever felt, imagined, or experienced. His fingers thread in Teetee’s soft locks, pulling him in closer, feeling their chests collide. Teetee is a really good kisser. His lips envelope Por’s like they were meant for each other, and his teeth graze Por’s bottom lip lightly before he swipes his tongue to soothe the area. Por moans into the kiss, a blissful sensation cooling his hot body down. Teetee’s own hands rest beside Por’s sides, memorising the curve of his waist and letting them roam all over his lean form. They pull apart with a string of saliva connecting their bottom lips, and Por’s eyes open to find Teetee looking stupefied. Por thinks he is addicted, he lifts his head to peck Teetee again, and again, and again, before Teetee gets the hint and kisses him back.
Teetee believes Por is made to seduce him, to test his limits. How Por changes, going from bold to shy, taking to receiving, is something only the higher heavens know. But one thing doesn’t change; that sick Por is absolutely needy. And Teetee is more than happy to comply and give him everything he asks for. His lips trail down Por’s lips to his chin, painting Por's pale, warm skin like a canvas only Teetee is allowed to paint on. He spares no inch, licking and kissing everywhere his lips can reach, before they hover over the rosy buds, all perked up and hard, begging to be softened under Teetee's touch. His fingers graze the area, eliciting an excited gasp from the man under him, giving Teetee the green light to worship him like he deserves to be. He twists his index finger and thumb around Por's right nipple, almost immediately pressing his thumb down on it to soothe yet make the touch be remembered. Teetee's lips enclose the other, tongue flicking and playing with the sensitive bud, making Por jerk up beneath him, before he kisses it and then sucks on it softly. “Tee.. You're- hah.. Incredible at this,” Por is sure this is what heaven feels like, this is how he's supposed to be treated; like a prince.
Not enough.. Need more, Por's greed knows no bounds. All he can think of while Teetee marks his chest is how Teetee will feel inside of him, and his hole clenches around nothing but cold air, a painful reminder of the fact that the fever is still not down, and his muscles still feel like a burden to move. Teetee takes a moment to look up at Por beneath him and almost curses at the sight. Too tempting to hold back, too inviting. He thinks about how far he's allowed to go with Por and if Por would mind the way Teetee's mind is working about him, thinking of ways to take Por again and again, like he was made for Teetee only.
"It's too hot, everything's too hot! But I need you, right now.. please. I can't endure it anymore." Watching Por fall apart in this condition, Teetee's brain short-circuits. He stands up, hands now warmer, sliding off Por's waist, and looks down at the beauty on the bed. Por is panting and whining, like a kitten in heat, denied touch and release. "Where are you-" Teetee was already gone, and Por felt a wave of disappointment wash over his warm body, heaviness surrounding him. It wasn't a moment before the brunette returned, with the same large glass bowl in his hands, now dripping with water and appearing steaming.. or not, Por couldn't tell anymore. He doesn't care. As long as Teetee is back on him, all his attention and all of him on and inside Por, he doesn't care one bit.
Teetee places the bowl beside Por and dips his hand inside it, hissing slightly before taking it out and placing it on Por's navel. Por shrieks at the suddenness. It is ice cold. "Oh, I'm sorry.. I thought.. Since you're feeling this hot, I should use this to make you feel better." Por wishes he could be taken now. The boy in front of him had to be someone else. Although at one glance, someone would think Teetee is a deer caught in headlights at this moment, Por knows better. There is a hint of mischievousness and lust crowding his pupil, like he wants to test Por's limits and how much he himself is allowed to experiment. Por silently screams under the cooling sensation that moves further down his abdomen, reaching his pelvis and eventually surrounding his rim. The ice cube between Teetee's fingers is melting quicker than it is supposed to, and the difference in the temperature makes him go insane. “Do you want it like this?” Teetee's voice is hoarse, like he is barely holding back. Por can't do anything but nod frantically, begging to be filled.
“Please, please just do it, Tee..” He's pathetic, Teetee thinks. Por looks like this is his first time being worshipped, when it should be nothing new for him. He moves the ice cube between his fingers around Por's red and leaking hole, drooling at the thought of eating him out. He takes one look up at the older before tossing the almost melted cube away, digging into the bowl for a fresh one, and taking it in his mouth. His tongue circles it for a while, trying to get his tongue all cold and ready, while his finger rubs Por's rim, occasionally digging half in his thumb inside to prepare for the intrusion. As he is satisfied with the temperature, his face digs into Por's heat, immediately licking up a long stripe, and his palms hold his thighs apart. “Ngh, fuck.. Tee! Wh-hah-” Por can't speak anymore, his mind goes numb, and fingers tangle in Teetee's hair again, pulling him in further, trying to rut his hips into Teetee's muscle. He wants Teetee's face to forever be between his legs, trying to close them in, but Teetee has other plans. He spreads his legs wider and moves his head up and down, his tongue abusing every corner of his ass. Por feels a familiar feeling build in his abdomen, hoping this time he can come, already excited and responsive at the thought of finally releasing.
Teetee stops. Por wants to curse at him and hit him for that. But when he looks at the mess Teetee is, all his words die down his throat. Teetee's nose is dripping water, or precum that Por leaked, his lips are crimson, and his hair is messed up, static at every corner. Yet Teetee doesn't mind. He isn't looking at Por. His eyes are on Por's hardened length. Por watches Teetee lick his lips and look at him for a split second. “Go on, do whatever you want with me, Tee.” Por words permit him, and that's all that Teetee needs. The bowl beside Por has already spilled some water, but neither of the two care. Teetee takes in another ice cube in his mouth before both his large hands cover Por's dick. Por sighs in content; Teetee's big, cold hands on him are all he ever wanted in this life.
He feels Teetee move his hands on him, and he thrusts up to match the pace, before he's at a loss again. Teetee lies down, chest between Por's thighs, and licks up a long stripe, purposefully dragging the ice up Por's pre-come-covered cock. He smirks when Por shudders around him, making his way to Por's arms and pinning them down to his sides before wrapping his lips around Por's cock. He uses his teeth to graze the skin, ice melting down his chin, as he laps like a starved animal. His hands loosen on Por's, and he uses them to fondle Por's balls simultaneously. Por sees stars. “Fucking hell..” Por's mouth leaves a string of curses and whiny moans as Teetee takes him in his mouth, the area too cold for his hot length. Por's eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels Teetee's uvula, flexing his lack of gag reflex. It doesn't take Por a second before he screams Teetee's name, chanting it like a prayer. “Just a bit more, I'm so fucking close-hhh!” Teetee massages his thigh and cups his balls, squeezing them gently, helping Por through his first orgasm. Teetee fucks his mouth around Por's cock, taking in every last drop of his release before pressing both of his palms flat against Por's thighs and getting off Por's cock and pressing a loud kiss on the side of it.
“Tee.. I need you inside me now; you've done everything but that. Please…” Teetee takes off his pajamas, all soaked up now, and tosses them to the side before Por can finish speaking. He is impatient just as much, but he's not done teasing. He aligns himself right on top of Por's limp cock, which starts to harden again, and cages his hands above Por's head, leaning in to kiss the older, deep and memorable. His eyes close on their own, his lips move with practiced ease, and his heart does little flips when Por responds to each touch with matched energy. Teetee's hips move instinctively, and both grunt at the rawness of it all, guttural sounds leaving their mouths in ecstasy. Por's arms wrap around Teetee tight, hugging him like he wants them to become one body and soul, and Teetee jerks up again, slower and deeper this time, making every drag with a purpose. To please, and to be pleased. “If you.. If you do this, Tee, I'll come before you're inside me.” Por doesn't hide how much he loves this. Teetee's kisses are focused solely on his collarbone now, which had been tempting him since the day he saw Por wear that white button-down, with useless buttons. His brain is clogged with nasty thoughts about every way he can take Por, if he is allowed, and how long this can go on for. Teetee stops his movements and taps Por's hips, indicating for Por to let go. It is only after a long whine and multiple kisses on his shoulders that Por loosens his hold on him and kisses Teetee's lips like he's officially addicted to them.
“If I cross this line, phi Por, I'm afraid I will never be able to stop.” It sounds like a warning to Teetee, but a promise to Por. If he could tell Teetee that he wants whatever Teetee wants to do with him and more, he would. But he doesn't get the chance before he hisses at a foreign intrusion. Teetee's cold fingers, now holding yet another, half-melted ice cube, begged to fill Por up. Teetee's middle finger pushes past all the protest, loosening up the anger surrounding Por's rim before pushing inside with ease, only halfway through. Por moans out loud, half in pain, half in pleasure, having Teetee's thick finger working him open. “You good?” He nods, hums, says something he doesn't even think sounds like Thai, before Teetee pushes his finger all the way in, just settling in there like it's his to own. And it is, Por thinks, everything he has belongs to Teetee now, he decides silently, letting himself savour every moment with the boy he's always thought about. A second finger slides in, easier this time, much warmer than the previous one, and Por just sighs and just, takes it like he's meant to.
Teetee hears a sniffle and freezes. "Wait, wait, I'm sorry, does it hurt a lot?" he gulps, not knowing how to make Por feel better, so he rubs Por's sides softly, giving him time.
"No, it just feels so good, Tee.. it feels so good I never want you to stop." God, what was Teetee even going to do if Por was this responsive and adorable beneath him. He decided on distracting Por with feathery pecks all over his face, mostly on his lips, as he continued his work, massaging Por's stomach with one hand and twisting his fingers inside Por to push on his prostate with the other. Found it. "Nngh..! Tee. wait, wait, Tee, please.. again." Teetee hit the jackpot, he believes. He thinks no one else after this would make him feel so confident in his skills, no one else would respond to him like this, spilling his name repeatedly like a leaking faucet. And no one would let him do whatever he wants with them, except Por. Por would always be his exception.
His cock is painfully hard, and he's neglected it enough. Teetee looks around for a moment, almost reaching for something, but decides against it, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Phi.. Phi, look at me.” He leans down to face Por, who looks tired, fucked out, yet ready to take more. Por meets his eyes, drool coating his chin, and nods once. “Can I go raw?” Por never thought he'd hear Teetee say those words. Never in his wildest thoughts about him. But here was, beneath Teetee, who had been making Por feel all sorts of things for don't know how long, and he licks his lip, biting it afterwards with a gulp. This was enough permission for Teetee, who wrapped his hand around his cock after so long, for the first time tonight, instantly feeling pleasure hit all over him. Por's eyes never leave the sight, the way Teetee kneels above him, leaning back slightly with one hand enveloping and jerking off his hard dick, head hanging down and thrown back time to time as if he forgot Por existed beneath him, waiting to be taken.
Por's foot snakes up Teetee's thigh, light pressure from his toe thumb makes Teetee's movements still. “Mm.. Sorry, I haven't done this for a while,” Por sits up, eyes looking up at Teetee, a silent question in his eyes that leaves Teetee speechless, before he feels Por's slender fingers touch his warmth. He swears he could come right then, with Por's fingers moving with unsurety but eagerness to please. “Phi..” Por shifts closer, never breaking eye contact with Teetee as he sticks his tongue out and licks softly at the base; once, twice, thrice, until Teetee grabs his chin and scolds. “What a tease, bad kitty.” Por's eyes shine, and a shy smirk makes its way up his mouth. Confidence. Teetee can see Por's confidence building up, cursing in his mind to have fueled it as he feels Por's plump lips wrap around him. The heat inside Por's mouth was unlike any other Teetee had ever experienced; it was way too hot. Both figuratively and literally. He swears he could feel smoke coming out of Por's mouth, and yet, Teetee's hand rests in Por's hair to guide his mouth on him. Deep groans leave his mouth like a broken record when Por learns how to please him, doing exactly what he did, replicating it perfectly. Fuck, Por finishes off with a pop, using his hand to fill up the space as his tongue explores his own mouth to taste Teetee on his lips, and Teetee’s knees go weak at the sight. Por was going to fuck him up.
“Enough, I need to be inside you now.” There was no question, no hesitation as Teetee interrupted Por's actions, pressing him down until Por lay flat on his back again, hips bracketing Teetee. Teetee hoists both of Por's legs up, bending them up to his chest before lining his cock to Por's stretched heat. “Are you ready for me, Phi?” He asks one last time before he pushes inside, almost instantly feeling himself lose his balance due to the unbearable heat and unbelievable tightness surrounding him. “Hah-Fuck.. You're so tight.” He pauses, taking a moment before pushing inside more, hearing Por yelp softly and clench around him. “No, no, don't do that yet..” His head hangs down on Por's shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm himself down from thrusting in fully without a warning, and spreads Por's knees wider before bottoming out completely. “This is..” He has no words to describe what it feels like.
They stay still for a moment, Teetee kissing Por's forehead and sniffing his cheeks, breathing out praises before he attempts to move, his whole body feeling the current at the impact. “You're taking me in so well..” He manages to speak out between his lazy thrusts, before picking up the pace. Por's whole body clings onto him like a koala, arms hooked under his armpits to caress his back, legs tight around his hips. The bed creaks under their shared weight and Teetee's fastening pace.
Every inch of Teetee could feel Por squeezing around him, making him dizzy. If he loses balance and falls on top of Por right now, it will all be Por's fault.
“This is so stupid,” Por sobs, and Teetee stills above him. “Why am I crying when this is exactly what I wanted?” His face is flushed as he holds onto Teetee’s back for support, technically pulling him in more.
“I’m sorry, should I.. Stop?” Teetee almost pulls out, but Por’s grip on him becomes tighter, his short yet sharp nails dig into his back deeper, forcing him to pause his actions.
“No, don’t you dare. Don’t stop. Never stop, please, Tee,” Oh what a sight it was, Por underneath him, face cerise, tears glistening on his face like diamonds stuck on cheeks, nose runny from the fever and sinus, mouth hanging open to breathe as much as he can, and eyes that pleaded for Teetee to mark his every inch. Teetee wished this moment would never end, but he also wished he would get another chance to have something like this, when Por was not high on fever and presumed neglect. Then maybe, something more could bloom between them, what Teetee had always secretly hoped for.
“Yeah, never stopping, don’t worry, I’m here with you.” He places soft kisses on Por’s sweaty forehead, resting his own there as he picks up his pace while gnawing on his lip so he could hear and savour each sound that leaves Por’s mouth, each scratch he makes on his back, and each thrust he matches with pure eagerness.
"Phi.." Teetee groans as Por squeezes around him more. "You're killing me."
"Don't call me that," Por breathed out as he clawed deeper into Teetee's shoulder. "It's too much, I can't hold on any longer."
"Phi, does it feel good? Am I doing a good job?" Por wants to smack the audible sly grin Teetee has, using his privilege to new heights. He feels Teetee hook one of his legs up to his shoulder and thrust one particularly deep and long one, making Por's toes and fingers curl into the air and bedsheets, respectively. "Phi, do you like it when I do this?" Por is a mess of groans and moans and a stream of incoherent phrases. He doesn't know how to say yes anymore. He's too far gone.
"I hope no one gets to see you like this." Teetee almost pauses when he realises he almost confessed.
"No one else but you, Tee... hah-ah, I'm all yours.." Teetee is sure Por doesn't know what he's insinuating. Por feels Teetee still above him, and protest starts building up on his tongue before he looks at the man above him. Teetee is staring at him, his face unreadable. Por almost thinks he said something wrong, but then he sees Teetee's eyes fluttering close before he kisses him. Deep, different, dream-like. Por has long forgotten being yet again denied release as he kisses Teetee back with the same passion and something else that neither of them has talked about yet.
The bowl jerks with each thrust Teetee makes, spilling the ice-cold water more and more on the sheet, seeping through and making its way under Por, making him tighten his legs around Teetee's hips, sucking him in. His own hands roam around Por's figure, one hand sliding between their bodies to settle on top of Por's abdomen, pushing his fingers deep in, to feel his cock filling Por up to the brim. He kisses Por everywhere: chest, clavicles, neck, jaw, cheeks, and forehead as he feels himself getting closer to his release.
“You missed-hah, my lips..” Teetee couldn’t help but chuckle at Por’s half-pout in an attempt to get kisses from him. Oh, what a sight. His lips make their way to Por’s soft puckered ones, and he drowns all of their remaining noises before his body slumps on top of Por. He didn’t know sex with Por would feel like this, this calm, this exciting, this messy, this patient, and this possessive. “Tee.. Tee..” He lifts himself off Por and looks at him curiously, only to find the latter blinking at him like a kitten in a daze. He smiles softly before peppering Por’s face with kisses everywhere, making sure to leave no inch of him un-kissed. As he makes his way to Por’s neck, his lips hover a bit longer, in contemplation, before his teeth sink into the area below Por’s chin, quickly soothing the mark with kisses and soft suckling. Por’s hand in his hair fists more, forcing Teetee’s head in a position below the mark, near his collarbone. He doesn’t need words to be spoken, and he quickly leaves marks wherever Por’s hand guides his head.
“So full…” Por's hoarse voice notes, and Teetee pulls out of him with reluctance.
“I'll clean you up.” Teetee smiles, the back of his hand resting on Por's forehead while the other on his own. “Your fever's gone down,” Teetee admits, surprised.
He hears Por giggle softly, wishing he could have recorded this moment as both a video and audio. “Told you~” What a tease Por was, and Teetee loves it. He quickly gets up to get rid of the glass bowl, now empty, and places it on his bedside table. He's quick in his actions, barely taking much time to change the sheets and putting another, thicker bedcover on the wet mattress so that Por doesn't get cold. He then turns his attention towards Por, who had been waiting patiently, watching Teetee move swiftly and ignoring the fluttering feelings in his chest. “Cuddles?” He suggests, and Teetee gladly responds with a kiss on his cheek, settling in the bed and offering his arm as a pillow. Por rests his head on Teetee's chest, tangling their legs and hugging him tight, breathing in deeply, a soft and content sigh leaving his lips.
“Hungry?” Por hummed, cuddling into Teetee’s chest closer, sharing his body heat more. And although that should repel Teetee away, it only made him want to stay like this forever.
“Very. Want to eat.” He kissed Por’s forehead yet again when Por looked up at him. He always thought Por was the cutest when he used his big eyes to look up at Teetee. It made him want to give Por everything in this world that he asked for. It made him want to go above and beyond for him. It made him want to be possessive, jealous, and wish for no one else to have this view other than himself.
“You’ll have to let go of me for that.” Por shook his head violently. A stream of no, no, no, no followed Teetee’s obvious statement. He couldn’t hold back his laugh watching just how clingy Por had become when sick. He wished Por would get sick like this often. But only in front of Teetee, and no one else. Nobody deserved to see Por like this, not even if they made vows in every temple and fulfilled them.
“Just order them, I’m.. comfortable here.” Por’s voice reduced to a murmur, another pout forming unconsciously on his plump lips that Teetee had a hard time taking his gaze off of, before he leaned in and captured them in a soft kiss. They kissed lazily on the bed as Teetee curled his arm around Por’s waist more, making the shorter be pulled into his chest with an arch forming on his back, and Por’s hands tangled deeper in Teetee’s locks as he responded with the same energy.
And as Teetee brings them food, he sneezes. Both of them, Por and him, still in their tracks, before a soft giggle escapes Por's lips. “Sorry about that..” Teetee can just smile, not caring about it anymore. While Por is happy, he's been wanting it for so long, wanting Teetee for so long, that now that it has happened, he won't ever let the boy go.