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It was almost past midnight, and sleep had claimed the entirety of the Lertratkosum's estate, a serene calmness occupying every inch of the home.
Except for the eldest son.
In the pitch-black room of his bedroom, the only thing that illuminated Pond's face was the videos playing on his screen. He'd been lazily scrolling for the last two hours with the simple flick of his thumb, eyes growing hazy. But the night was young, and his needs were more important. The urge grew more by the hour; his body screamed for it.
He sighed, shimmying to sit up from his sprawled position. Resting his head against the headboard, he glanced once more to his bedroom door, daring it with his stare as if to prepare for any sign of movement in the hallway. To his dismay, the whole house seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Just to be sure, because he knew to trust his gut, he let a good five minutes pass until he thought the coast was clear.
But suddenly, the silence of his room was broken by the ring of a notification. With a startle, he looked down at the alert, seeing it was a text from his friend Dunk. He clicked on it.
"Hey, sorry dude! I just made it home from the party. Joong drove me crazy since he passed out and was batshit drunk, I had no option but to carry him home. I swear to god I'm killing the rest of the group. Anyway, here's the link with all the photos from tonight."
Pond read the message, smirking at Dunk's misery while his eyes skimmed through the endless digicam pictures from the party.
A few hours ago, Pond had been drowned beneath the endless bodies hoarding the middle of the dance floor of a small club that he'd been forced to go to. His ears boomed from the bass erupting from every speaker, while his head blared with an ache.
"A little change of atmosphere," suggested by Dunk, but he knew the night would end up with his group of friends scattered across the club.
Some, mostly Joong, passed out in a booth by downing six shots of Hennessy, while Boom would tend to a puking Aou. He couldn't even be phased by Perth and Santa hogging each other in a bathroom stall, without a care in the world about who would see. Pond cringed at that sight.
Seeing that mess, he took advantage of it and left for home, where he'd rather stay most of the time. His room was his sanctuary; its quiet comforted him the most, and his privacy felt liberating.
As he stared through the photos, he recognized the one where they had made the bartender take a photo of them. He and his drunk friends huddled together, posing for the camera while looking absolutely insane, their eyes bloodshot and faces flushed.
Examining their faces, his eyes caught on one person, peace-signing at the far end of the picture. The smile on his face died down, his small giggle dropping from irritation.
Pond had forgotten about him. He couldn't even bother remembering him there.
He couldn't even care less about Phuwin.
They only knew each other through Dunk, who always tried to blend friend groups. But Pond and Phuwin had never gotten on the same page, sharing the mutual feeling of annoyance.
Something about Phuwin just rubbed him the wrong way, probably his vibe. He lowkey killed the mood at every party he went to, sitting in a corner with no plans to drink or even dance.
Why'd he even go in the first place?
And once at Dunk's home, they had been left together while the others thought cooking in the kitchen with five people would be a good idea. But out in the living room, the tension in the air was suffocating. They sat silently on each end of the sofa, preferring to stare at the wall rather than at each other.
Phuwin also never initiated a convo with him, so why should Pond? It was clear they had zero intentions of speaking to each other.
And this small feud of theirs had been going on since their freshman days at college. But although years had passed, their dynamic never changed.
Pond saved some of the photos to his gallery, choosing the ones where they somehow looked decent, and finally swiped to his web browser.
"You better not interrupt me again," he groaned to his phone, enabling DND mode.
And so began his nightly ritual.
His fingers instinctively typed in the trusty website that answered all his desires, the one that held all the videos to undo his composure in less than a minute.
Over the past few months, Pond had consumed gay porn almost every night; something about watching them excited him, and he had already subscribed to almost 20 channels.
As he scrolled through videos of nudity, sex, and self-pleasure, he started to feel himself slowly harden while trying to seek the specific video he wanted.
BDSM, Anal, Maid Costume, Orgy, Roleplay… Wait. What was that?
His thumb paused on his screen, trying to process what he just scrolled past. His brain backtracked two videos.
Brows shooting up, his breath hitched, and he felt utterly baffled. Well, hello there, Phuwin.
Pond's widened eyes took in everything he saw: a pale, lean body bare except for a tight costume cinched to an apparently very tiny waist that'd been hidden under baggy clothes this whole time. His brown fluffy hair had been styled into tiny curls, and he seemed to have light makeup on, the pink gloss shining on his lips. He'd never seen him this exposed, nothing like the covered and reserved boy he knew. And, were those…cat ears?
The more he stared at his screen, the more his mouth fell open. A pink collar tightly tied around his neck, with a bell jingling from every move.
A million questions flooded his mind. But all he could blurt out was, "What the fuck."
His initial plan faded away; a new mission bloomed in that moment. While thumbing through the video, he noticed it was a live stream. 20k viewers.
"Jesus Christ?" he blinked, hoping it was all a hallucination, but no. There was Phuwin, thanking the viewers for gifting him money and subscriptions. With every command, he obeyed.
Pond read through the live comments, an ocean of demands flooding the chat.
WarriorBoy09: pls dance
ilovefemboys: fuck you're so hot
Guest: i'm almost cumming
phubiggestfan: please twirl again
Webzforlife: take off the costume
And some of them got answered, watching Phuwin perform for these people. He was speechless about how he just obeyed their demands; it was this easy? He thought back to the reserved boy he knew of, but apparently that version of him did a whole 180 and then transformed into this.
He could see Phuwin reading through them too, now sitting on his knees with his arms positioned on the ground like a feline. Pond watched with anticipation as he spoke up.
"You people keep asking for stuff, but I'm not seeing any rewards," Phuwin frowned, his voice teasing the viewers more. And as if on cue, someone sent him a gift that occupied half the screen with a small animation.
sushi4naraa: can you please meow for me <333
Pond watched the boy grin with satisfaction and immediately started to obey with a whiny meow, prompting the chat to explode. He was even licking his paws, bell jingling with the movement. Pond couldn't help but notice the arch in his back, ass propping up, when he leaned down closer to the camera.
Man, why was he still watching? It's like his entire body and senses were hypnotized by the sight of Phuwin in cat ears and a maid costume. How long had he even been doing this?
Although this whole time, one thing Pond refused to acknowledge was how his clothed cock had been throbbing for the past 10 minutes, aching for touch. Everything he perceived flooded straight to his groin, awakening his desires.
"I can't believe I'm hard from this fucker," he groaned in the quiet space of his room, staring down at his protruding boxers. But he couldn't resist. With every action and word from Phuwin, his hand snaked lower and lower.
"4 more subs to 5k, and I'll give y'all a treat," he singsonged, biting his lip and smirking at the frustrated chat.
With every minute that passed, Pond's desire grew more. And he couldn't believe what he would do next.
"C'mon…one more…" he teased them all by playing with his costume, caressing himself.
Subscribed.
Phuwin's eyes sparkled at the notification, and Pond held his breath, waiting for his reward.
And he got it.
Because in a second, Phuwin started to undress himself slowly, slipping off the costume and dropping it seductively. Pond's mouth fell open, staring at a completely naked Phuwin. God, this whole thing felt illegal, as if it already wasn't.
As if he couldn't become any more beautiful, his body was now on full display, long limbs stretching every way possible, muscles dancing, and proportions eating away at Pond's eyes.
"You like what you're seeing?" he fondled with his chest, fingers brushing his nipples, playing with himself and the chat all at once.
He couldn't resist it anymore, slipping his hand under his boxers, seeking his leaking dick. He winced as it throbbed in his hand, feeling the precum all over the tip, heat engulfing his palm.
"Fuck..." a moan escaped him, pumping himself along to Phuwin's voice, heat crawling up his face, bathing him in a shade of red. He couldn't tell if it was from shame or pleasure. At that point, it didn't even seem to matter.
With a bite of his tongue, he tried to silence himself, whimpering with every stroke in fear of waking anyone up. He even thought of covering his face with the sheets, but he couldn't bear the loss of not seeing Phuwin pleasuring himself.
"Should I stop?" his voice was tiny, staring straight at the camera as if he were speaking to Pond directly.
"Please…Don't.." Pond replied as if his pleas would be heard, his dick fully hard, only moments away from coming undone. His body was on fire, every motion from Phuwin enchanting his nerves.
Noticing the frenzy of comments erupting in the chat, Phuwin took control even more.
"OK, ok. Horny things aren't you?"
"Just for you guys, 2 more minutes," he winked, continuing to please himself further until he brought his hand up to his parted lips and slipped them in. He thrust his fingers in and out of his mouth, slicking them in saliva with the wrap of his tongue. He locked eyes with his camera, lewd noises escaping him as he sucked the life out of his own fingers.
Fuck, he looked like he stepped out of a wet dream, his face flushed and chin smothered by his own saliva. Pond lost it.
"Phu…Ngh!" he grunted out, head tilting back, body tensing up.
His hand gave him the last few necessary pumps before he came undone, spurts of cum coating his entire palm and soaking his boxers. Pond's entire chest heaved from his panting, his body prickled with satisfaction. He was a hot, sticky mess.
"Time's up, kittens," Phuwin whispered, approaching the screen with the bell dancing on his throat.
"See you tomorrow," he winked, grinning. And with that, he blew the viewers a kiss and closed the stream, leaving Pond to stare at the empty screen. Deep down, he never wanted the stream to end. He craved to see him again.
Looking down at his sticky hands, "Did I really just jerk off to this prick?" muttered Pond, in total disbelief about the last 20 minutes.
This whole thing felt like a hallucination of his.
And the possibility that only he knew about this side of Phuwin thrilled him. Such a sly man, he thought, a smirk creeping up his face.
"This whole time, you've been secretly slutting away on the internet…" he spoke to himself, acknowledging how insane this was.
Even with the blank screen staring back at him, his mind replayed the images of that small waist, how he looked gorgeous in the ridiculous costume, the cat ears and makeup softening the features Pond always remarked as dull and harsh.
Seeing Phuwin in this erotic light played with Pond's feelings.
After this discovery, he wouldn't let him go easily. No, not anymore.
This time, Pond would observe him, keeping track of his actions and words. He will make sure to note every small shift from Phuwin, anything to see his demeanor crack into this slutty side of him. Because Pond wasn't done with him.
This was only just the beginning.
He wanted more. To see more of that smile he'd never been offered, to watch his stripped body that'd always been enveloped with layers, to hear more of those needy moans and whimpers escape from the silent mouth he knew of. And lastly, to stare into those blissed irises that always avoided his own.
Pond started to forget about everything else he watched religiously on his website. Phuwin's stream had become his priority now, and he had turned on notifications for every post from the channel.
He knew that tomorrow would be promised by Phuwin.
And Pond would be back in a millisecond, to admire him all over again.
"See you soon, kitten."