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Their lips collided and William exhaled.
They had kissed everyday, even several times a day, but this one was different. William could feel it. This one had further purpose.
The kiss was short. Est pulled away and William unconsciously chased his lips. But Est’s hand on his jaw stopped him.
It moved, from his jaw to his neck, a little bit up, until William felt Est’s thumb pressing on his lower lip.
“Open your mouth,” Est said without taking his eyes off William’s.
William did, like a man being hypnotized.
Est’s thumb went past his lips and stayed on his tongue. Only then William closed his mouth again, sucking Est’s thumb a little.
Est exhaled heavily, “God, you’re a natural.”
William didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed that Est approved, so it was enough to him.
“I’ve been throwing the lures and waiting,” Est said, “I’m glad I finally caught the fish.”
The memories of their almost sex, the way Est’s long fingers had teased William’s skin, the way Est’s lips had nipped William’s neck, the way Est had always stopped and left him panting, and breathing hard, and aching.
William frowned and made a complaining whine around Est’s thumb.
“I apologize, William,” Est said with a kiss on William’s cheek, “but desperation looks good on you.”
Then he pulled his thumb out of William’s mouth.
“Now, William,” Est said, voice lowering that William sat up straighter at the tone, “I will give you commands and you will obey. Color?”
William’s brain short-circuited, but thankfully the gears switched back on as fast, “G-green.”
“Go to my bedroom and wait for me.”
“Ye-yes, Khun Est,” William stuttered and scrambled to get on his feet.
William’s heart felt like beating through his sternum by the time he reached Est’s bedroom. He had never been there before. He had walked past it, oftentimes when Est had called him to the walk-in closet to try some clothes or accessories on, but he had never been really in there.
The bedroom was spacious. A king bed in the center, in between two nightstands. A window, partially closed by curtains at the side. A dressing table at a corner.
He heard footsteps and turned to face the door.
Est entered and went past William to sit on the bed. He crossed his legs and reclined slightly, held by his hands over the duvet.
Est looked at William up and down, making William squirm a little under his eyes, and then said, “Strip.”
“Pardon?” William widened his eyes.
“Strip your clothes off, William,” Est repeated, “all of them.”
William swallowed thickly and started undressing. His shirt went off first. Then his pajama pants. His socks.
He glanced at Est in embarrassment, but Est shook his head, “All of them.”
He hesitated for a beat, but then finally pulled off his boxer briefs, the last fabric he had on.
William was mildly startled when Est suddenly stood up and approached him.
“You look good in the clothes I gave you,” Est said, “but you look better without them.”
William’s breath hitched when Est spread his hand over his sternum, over his wildly beating chest.
“That’s so fast,” Est hummed, “giddy or scared?”
“Both,” William answered.
“Color?”
“Still green, Khun Est.”
Est nodded, “Lie down on the bed.”
William gave a small “Yes, Khun Est” and climbed over the bed.
He watched as Est pulled off his own shirt, then his pants, then his briefs. Methodically, efficiently, but sexy nonetheless.
Finally, finally, William could see what Est had been hiding under those tailored suits. Broad shoulders, toned torso, trimmed waist, tight bottom, strong thighs.
Est was so beautiful, from the strands of his hair, to the toe of his feet.
William couldn’t believe he was lucky to have all that exclusively.
He watched then, as Est turned around and climbed on the bed, like a coquettish cat. He spread his legs and sat on William’s thighs, bracing both knees at William’s hips.
Est’s skin was so warm.
It was kind of distracting the way their skin pressed together without anything in between.
Est leaned sideways and reached for the nightstand drawer. He pulled a bottle and a box.
Of lube and condoms.
William swallowed thickly.
“Put your hands up,” Est ordered while uncapping the bottle, “I want you to look, but you can’t touch. Am I clear?”
William nodded, “Yes, Khun Est.”
He watched then Est reached behind, breathing deep and slow. He noticed the moment those fingers breached in, the way Est’s shoulders tightened, the way his thighs twitched next to William’s hips.
William felt his hands twitch. He wanted to move them, he wanted to help. But Est wanted him to keep his hands where they were, so he endured.
“How many fingers do you think I need to fit for your cock?” Est asked in between his heavy breaths.
Before William could answer, he felt Est’s other hand curl around his length, not moving, just holding.
William made a faint sound from the back of his throat.
“Hmm?” Est’s lips lifted, “What was that?”
“P-probably three?” William blurted out.
“Probably,” Est chuckled.
He sighed when he pulled out his fingers. Then he took one foil back from the box, ripping it with his teeth, and rolled it down on William’s already hard cock.
All happened so swiftly, expertly, like Est had been doing it for years.
Or, he might have been doing it for years. William could see how experienced Est was in this.
William’s running thoughts were interrupted when Est squeezed him.
“Focus on me, William, I don’t like sharing your attention with anything else,” Est scolded.
“Sorry, Khun Est,” William muttered.
“Forgiven.”
After smearing enough lube, Est scooted forward. One hand pressed over William’s abs, one hand was reaching to guide William’s cock to his entrance.
“Ready?” Est asked.
William nodded, perhaps too eagerly that Est chuckled.
A low moan escaped William’s lips when Est’s heat slowly went down on him.
“Fuck—” William cursed through his gritted teeth, trying hard not to buck his hips up to chase that tightness faster.
“Oh?” Est said playfully, “I thought you couldn’t curse.”
William was too gone to even grace that teasing with an answer, “Khun Est—”
“Ssh, patience,” Est slapped his abs softly, “you’re quite gifted, William, I need to go slow.”
“You can’t just say that!” William groaned.
Est laughed and dropped his hips faster on the last inches with a soft moan.
“Holy shit,” William looked at the ceiling, sight blurring in indescribable bliss. Then he blinked the haze, so he could look back at Est.
“You feel so good inside,” Est sighed in satisfaction, one hand on his own abdomen like he was trying to feel William.
William could die like this.
Est smirked, apparently William had said that out loud, “No, don’t die yet. I’m not done playing with you, William.”
William choked, “Khun Est, please…”
“Hm? Please what?”
“Please—just—” William wriggled his hips a little, careful not to jostle Est, but enough to emphasize what he needed.
Est moved then, rolling his hips slowly, toned stomach rippling in shallow undulating movement.
Then he braced both hands on William’s abs, widening his stance, and started to move up and down.
The lawyer looked so sinful like this, bouncing on William’s cock, hair swaying in his movement, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted in pleasure.
Fuck, William wouldn’t last long.
“Me too,” Est admitted, apparently William had said that out loud again.
Est leaned forwards, his hands gliding over William’s torso, to his shoulders, and up to his hands, twining their fingers together.
Then their lips met. It couldn’t even be called a kiss. Their mouths collided messily, between moans and groans.
He could feel Est’s cock sliding between their stomachs, along with Est’s hips rocking.
It made William’s head heavy, hazy.
“I’m coming,” Est whispered. He whimpered with William’s lower lip trapped between his teeth. The pressure stung a little, but it was somehow satisfying.
William felt Est tightening around him. The grip was so delicious, not enough to make him come, but close enough.
Est breathed heavily against Willim’s lips, even after he had stopped spilling.
He chuckled breathily and moved his head onto William’s shoulder, “You’re still hard.”
“Khun Est,” William whined, “please…”
Est straightened himself, running his fingers through his damp hair.
With a sigh, Est pushed himself off.
“Khun Est!” William’s hands flew onto Est’s thighs.
“What did I say about your hands?” Est narrowed his eyes disapprovingly.
William moved his hands back to their initial place, “I-I’m sorry…I just-I need to—”
“Relax,” Est pulled the condom off and threw it to the side of the bed, “I won’t leave you like this.”
William relaxed himself.
Est sat back down on William’s thighs. Then William watched as Est used his own spill on William’s abs to slick the movement around William’s cock.
That was dirty, filthy, and it made William so aroused it hurt.
“Poor puppy,” Est said, hand moving steadily, “must be aching, hm?”
“Please,” William begged, “Khun Est, please—”
“Since you’re begging so prettily,” Est replied, “come whenever you’re ready, William.”
Two more strokes, and William reached his orgasm with a low grunt.
Est didn’t stop, his hand kept moving, stroking the already spent length until William whined in overstimulation.
When Est finally released him, William sagged against the pillow, dizzy with after glow.
Est climbed higher and lay on William’s body, not even the slightest disgusted with bodily fluid between them. He rested his chin over the folded arms on William’s chest.
“You can move your hands now,” Est said.
William, still breathing hard from his climax, moved his arms down until his hands found Est’s hips. He winced a little, his shoulders felt sore.
“Sore?” Est asked.
“A little,” William admitted.
Est pushed himself up then, “Come take a bath with me.”
“Eh?”
The lawyer kissed William’s cheek, “I’ll give you a rub.”
William felt his cheeks warming up again and he followed Est into the ensuite bathroom.
Est told him to sit in the wide, rectangular bathtub. After adjusting the temperature from the shower attached on the wall, Est straddled William’s legs and started wetting William’s hair carefully.
“I can take a shower myself, Khun Est,” William said quietly, though he was actually enjoying Est’s fingers on his head.
“Let me pamper you a bit,” Est said, then met William’s eyes with a smirk, “since you’ve been a good boy today.”
William hid his red face by hiding it on Est’s chest.
“Lean back,” Est said again, putting the shower head on its holder so he could lather William’s hair with shampoo.
William sighed with his eyes closed when Est started massaging his scalp.
“Feels good?” Est asked.
William hummed with a nod.
“I wanna take a bath with you sometime,” Est said, “just relax, drink wine.”
William smiled, “That sounds good.”
“Later, when we have time,” Est chuckled.