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Po knows he's not unattractive. Sure, he's not everyone's type, no one is, but he has grown out of the awkward teen stage, where everything feels weird and out of place, into a healthy young man. He has had his fair share of partners throughout his adulthood and he receives endless compliments from the sweet old ladies he runs into every time he goes to the market down the street.
It's not that he's insecure, at least not exactly. He works out daily and goes for a swim when he has time, so his body has slimed and built muscle through the years. Po never gave much thought to his appearance either, especially in comparison to Thame, whose work revolved around his looks. Thame surrounded himself with very attractive people, and that was never a problem for Po. He knew he was Thame's first relationship, but surely, he had liked people before, and according to Jun, Thame's best friend, Po was the complete opposite of what Thame was usually attracted to.
“Thame won't like you.” Jun had said back then, dust all over his clothes and a big mocking grin on his face. “He likes tiny girls, not big guys like you.”
The words had stung back then. Po remembers how he felt his heart sink with the realization that his one sided crush could be exactly that: one sided. Now, that moment seemed like a lifetime ago, Thame and Po had been together for quite some time, but the feeling lingered at the back of his brain as time passed. Sometimes, as Thame wraps his arms around him, Jun's words hit Po even harder. They aren't that different in height, but there's no denying their difference in size. Po's shoulders are broader, his hands are bigger and his arms and legs are thicker than Thame's. He wonders if it bothers Thame how rough Po's skin feels when they touch.
“Po.” He hears Mick call for him. Po shakes his head to get out of the trance he apparently stuck himself into and looks in his direction. Mick is standing behind one of the main cameras, sitting close to the producer in charge. “We’re about to start shooting. Get some behind the scene footage and then you can go home.”
Po nods, but immediately gets distracted by the arrival of Thame and the rest of the group. They stand in a line, Thame in the middle with Jun and Pepper at each side of him, as they give a small wai to the producer. He’s dressed in all black, his hair brushed back with a thin string of hair resting on his forehead. Thame’s eyes flicker towards Po, and for a second, the world freezes as Thame shoots him a shy smile. Po smiles back before Thame moves to get on starting position and Po feels his face go a little red. It's foolish, Po thinks, how such a small interaction can affect him this much after being together for months.
Po looks down at the camera in his hands, making sure everything is right and ready to capture the members throughout this shoot. They are currently preparing for what will be their final comeback before parting ways with Oner, and even though their MV is shot, edited and ready to be posted, Ming and Tae pitched the idea of a special dance video that showed different locations that were important to Mars’ trajectory. They are currently at the park where Mars did a predebut busking performance. Po watches as Thame and the rest of the members start dancing at the sound of the song through the speakers. Po raises his camera to eye level and starts shooting. He captures Dylan and Jun bumping into each other when changing formations. They blame each other when the music stops, making Pepper walk between them with a fond smile on his face, as Thame and Nano fight back a laugh. Po thinks fans would love to see this and how unique their dynamic is, so he zooms in on the scene.
“Okay guys,” Yells the producer from his chair. “let's try that again, shall we?”
The whole group nods and they go back to their places. The music starts again, and just as they are about to finish, Po watches in slow motion as Thame's foot twists as he dances. He sees his face frown in pain as he falls to the floor. The music stops again, and Jun runs to reach Thame.
“Shit! Man, are you okay?” He says before kneeling to place a hand on Thame's shoulder. Po walks up to Thame without a second thought, like he's been possessed. Before he can get closer than a simple coworker would, Mick’s voice pierces his ears, bringing him back to reality.
“Thame! What happened?”
Thame looks up. His eyes flicker from Po to Mick before he tries to get up. He groans and falls back to the floor. Everyone who has gathered around him gasps. “I'm fine. It just hurts a little. I'll be okay.”
“It doesn’t look okay.” Dylan murmurs, arms crossed over his chest.
“The ambulance is on its way.” Ming emerges from the crowd that has formed around Thame. “We should get you to a chair, though.”
“I'll help.” Po says before he could help himself. He could feel his chest fill with worry and his mind get a little clouded.
“Okay, you can hold him by that side, I'll-” Tae starts saying. His words seem to get stuck in his throat when Po bends over, grabbing Thame's wrist to make him wrap his arm around Po's shoulders, and a swift motion, picks up Thame bridal style. Po hears Thame gasp as he walks to the nearest staff chair he could see. When Po lowers Thame so he can sit without putting any weight on his ankle, Po feels Thame's gaze on him. Po meets his eyes and finds something he can't quite decipher.
“How do you feel?” Po asks. Thame keeps looking at him, brown eyes never leaving Po's face, like it is the first time he has seen him. “Thame?”
Thame blinks repeatedly before he clears his throat. “I'm okay, P'Po. Thank you.”
The way Thame says those words, soft and sincere, catches Po off guard. It's dangerous, how close they are at such a public place, but Po can’t force himself to put some distance between them. “That's good.” He smiles warmly at Thame. “The paramedics will be here soon.”
Thame nods, and neither of them say a word, simply staring at each other. Po takes this time to look at the details of his boyfriend's face. He's wearing makeup, not much, just enough to stop the strong lights from capturing the pores in his skin. Po thinks of Thame’s bare face as he wakes up next to him, and he can't help but smile again. Thame smiles back at him, unaware of the images that fill Po's brain. He sees Thame glance at something over his shoulder, so Po turns around to look at the crew cleaning up.
“They're stopping the shooting.” Thame says in a small voice. He feels guilty, Po can tell that much. “Because of me.”
“It was an accident. It could happen to anyone.”
“Everyone took time out of their day to be here, and now we'll be behind schedule. We barely have enough time as it is.” Thame gaze is glued to the floor as he speaks. Po taps his knee with the tip of his fingers, forcing Thame to look up at him.
“It's not your fault, Thame.” Po lets his touch linger for a moment, trying to give as much comfort as he could. “Let's just hope it’s not bad and you just have to rest for a day or two, okay?”
Before Thame could answer, a loud siren makes them both turn their heads. The ambulance parks close to where they are, and the paramedics emerge from the vehicle. Mick walks up to them and puts a hand on Thame's shoulder.
“Let’s go, Thame. Your ride is here.” Mick extends his arm, as if he's offering it so Thame can hold onto him to move.
“P'Po.” Thame calls. Po looks back at him. “Could you… I mean.” He stutters. Po raises an eyebrow, curious. “Is it too much if I ask you to help me get in the ambulance?”
“Of course not.” Po shakes his head. He looks at Mick, who just shrugs and starts walking towards the ambulance.
Now, when Po picks him up, Thame hugs his shoulders tightly. Po walks with ease to the vehicle and climbs in it so he can let Thame land safely. “Thanks, Po. You can go home, we're done for the day.” Mick says, looking down at his phone.
“No problem.” He tries to sound nonchalant as he looks at Thame. “Call me.” He mouths.
The last thing he sees before the door of the ambulance closes is Thame nodding in his direction. Po watches as the vehicle drives away.
-
It has been approximately four hours since Po got home. He had received one text from Thame.
Not broken, just a sprain. They gave me some meds so it doesn't hurt now :)
8:37 pm
That's good! Text me when you're home💙.
8:37 pm.
It had been radio silence ever since. Po didn't double text or tried to call, worried he might interrupt Thame's rest. He flopped down onto his couch, phone resting on his chest. Po more than anything wanted to go to Thame to make sure he got home okay, that he's taking his medicine on time and that the pain isn't bothering him too much. He knew that, if he wanted, he could sneak into the Mars house and stay there for a little while, but with all the members there, Po feels like he is invading their space, even when everyone always insists he isn't.
He can picture them all crowded in Thame's room. Nano would find a little space to curl up next to Thame’s side on the bed. Pepper would sit on one of the puffs, talking nonstop to distract and reassure Thame everything was okay with their schedule. Dylan would lean against the doorframe, ready to run if the situation got too noisy. Po thinks about what Jun would do, but he can't really think of something specific.
His phone rings more than once on his chest, startling Po. He looks at the clock that hangs on his wall, 10:12 pm. Who would text at this hour?
Got you something :p
10:11 pm.
It's Jun. Po can't figure out what Jun could be scheming this late.
It should be arriving at your door any minute now
10:11 pm.
You’re so weird
10:12 pm.
Thank me later ;)
10:13 pm.
As if planned, the sound of the doorbell fills his apartment. Po quickly gets up, practically running to the door. When he opens it, he's welcomed by Thame's bright smile. He has crutches holding him by the armpits, and a bag hanging on his shoulder. Po tries to hide his shock, but it's obvious he's failing when Thame’s smile turns timid.
“Hi, P'Po.” His voice is soft as he watches Po through his eyelashes. “I'm sorry for coming without calling first, my phone died on the way here. Jun said he would text you.”
Po shakes his head and moves aside so Thame can come in. “It's okay. He did text me… kind of.”
Thame half walks/hops to the couch and sits down, carefully placing the crutches beside him. Po rushes to grab his bag and jacket to take them to the hanger.
“Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?” Po hurries to the kitchen to pour Thame a glass of water. Po offers it to him as he sits next to Thame on the couch.
“The doctor said I had to rest for three days for my ankle to heal completely.” Thame shoots a look at his foot propped up in Po's coffee table after taking the glass from Po's hands. Just then, Po notices how his ankle is not in a cast, just secured with bandages. “The company suggested sending me home with my parents because no one can stay to take care of me at the dorm, but Jun told them that wouldn't work. I have no idea what else he said to them, but he drove me here. I hope I'm not imposing.”
Po's expression softens watching Thame fidget with his fingers on his lap. He was nervous, despite having been here more times than he can count, he was still afraid to bother Po. “Of course you're not. You’re always welcomed here, you know that.”
“Thank you, Phi.” Thame's arms reach for Po, hugging him by the shoulders. Po melts at the contact, wrapping one of his arms around Thame's waist, pressing him as close as he could, careful not to hurt him. “You smell so good. Did you shower already?”
“Yeah, I was just waiting for you to text me you got home okay so I could go to bed.” Po backs away from the hug so he can look at Thame. He raises one hand to cup his cheek. Thame leans into the touch as Po caresses his skin with his thumb. “Are you hungry? I could make something.”
Thame shakes his head, eyes closed. “Ate some porridge at the clinic.” He leans in again, hiding his face in Po's neck. Po drops his hand and uses it to support both of their weights.
“How about a shower, then? It's late, you should sleep.” Po feels Thame shifting closer, almost throwing himself on top of Po. He mumbles something against Po's skin. “I didn't catch that, baby. Come again?”
Po feels a sharp pain on his shoulder and he hisses. Thame kisses the same spot he bit and leans back. “I can't stand for long.”
“I have a stool, you can sit on it while you shower.”
“Walking hurts. You'll have to- to carry me like before. To the shower.” There it was again, the stuttering. Po decided to not mention it, at least this time.
“Come here then.” Po crouches in front of Thame. Po takes the glass from him and places it on the coffee table. Then, he prompts Thame's arms around his shoulders again, but this time, Po grabs his thighs and stands, Thame's legs around his waist. He walks towards the bathroom and softly places Thame on the sink counter. When he backs up, Thame has that look in his eyes again, but this time, Po can see the heat behind it. “Let me go get the stool and then I'll help you undress, okay?”
Thame nods, gulping loudly. Po makes a quick run to the closet to take the plastic stool and clean towels. When he returns to the bathroom, Thame's shirt is already off. Po takes a moment to look at his exposed chest and stomach, before remembering he's doing this to help Thame, who is injured. Thame, who wanted Po to take care of him. Thame, who was looking at him glossy eyed, half naked.
Without saying a word, Po steps forward and pops open the button of Thame's baggy black jeans. Thame places his hands on the counter to slightly lift up his hips, signaling Po to take his pants and underwear off. Po does, folding them carefully and leaving them next to Thame's shirt on the counter. Seeing each other naked wasn’t new in their relationship, so Po tried not to think much of the situation. He helped Thame off the counter and onto the stool, opening the water for him. Po thought about just waiting outside for Thame, trying to give him some privacy, but the idea of Thame falling and injuring himself again stopped him, so he just stood there, watching as Thame reached for the shampoo bottle.
“Let me.” Po said, taking the bottle from him. Thame hums, eyes closed, as Po massages his skull.
“You're getting wet.” Thame points after he rinses the water off his hair.
“It's okay. I’ll get changed.” Time passes just like that. After a short while, Po is helping Thame stand so he can wrap the towel around his waist and walk him to sit at the edge of Po's bed. “Let me get you some clothes you can sleep in.”
He gets a change of fresh clothes for Thame and for himself, and carefully helps him get dressed. Po takes a towel to dry Thame's hair, stepping between Thame's legs. Thame makes space for him and leans, wrapping his arms around Po's waist.
“I feel like I've said it a hundred times today, but thank you, Phi.” Thame looks up at him while Po still dries his hair. They both smile. “I’m so happy.”
“There's no need to thank me. And I'm happy too, that I get to take care of you.” Thame tries to lean completely to rest his head on Po's stomach, but Po stops him. “My shirt is wet and cold. I need to get changed.” Po shoots a look at the folded clothes at the opposite corner of the bed. Thame’s eyes never leave Po.
“Let me help you with that.” Thame grabs the hem of Po's shirt and lifts it to his chest. Thame leans once again, and before Po can stop him, places a kiss on Po's stomach. When Po shivers, Thame puts an open palm on Po's lower back, pushing him towards himself. Thame's mouth burns against his skin, trail of kisses going lower and lower until Thame's lips reach the fabric of Po's pants.
“Thame.” Po sighs, pushing Thame away by the shoulders. “You're injured, we can't-” He is interrupted by Thame reaching up to push the shirt completely off Po’s body. Po, like the hypocrite he is, helps Thame to get rid of it, letting it fall somewhere on the floor.
“P'Po.” Thame is looking up at him again, and Po knows he won't resist much longer. “I need you.”
“You could hurt yourself even more. The doctor told you to rest.” Po wanted to pat himself on the back for showing such restraint to his adorable, pleading boyfriend. He deserved an award for being this strong willed.
Thame's hand that was on his back, made its way to Po's torso, nails scratching against his skin. “I've been holding myself back all day, P'Po. Please.”
“All day?” Thame blushed at Po's question, which made Po's stomach flip. “What do you mean?”
“Like you don’t know.” He huffs.
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about, Thame.”
“You and your… arms.”
Okay, now Po is really confused.
“I still don't get it.” Po grabs Thame’s face with both of his hands to make him look at Po. Thame’s face is redder than he has ever seen him, and his lower lip is trapped between his teeth like he does when he's nervous and overthinking. “Can you explain, baby?”
“I've been half hard since you picked me up earlier at the shooting.” He admits, words coming out fast and hasty. “You carried me like it was nothing, and I, I-”
“You?”
“I got really turned on. I know you're strong, but you’re never forceful. It was hot to think that you could put me in my place if you wanted.”
“And you like that?”
“Clearly.” Thame says, like is obvious. It wasn’t, at least not for Po. Not when he had spent months trying to appear smaller, weaker, easier to protect.
“But I- Jun said…”
“Jun? What does he have to do with all of this?” It didn't go unnoticed to Po how Thame's tone shifted from caring to annoyed at the mention of another person.
“It's stupid.”
“It's not if it bothers you. Could you tell me?”
“A long, long time ago, Jun and I talked. He realized I liked you and wanted to prevent disaster, so he told me I wasn't your type.”
Thame raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly is my type?”
“He said that you… liked tiny girls, not big guys like me.”
Thame, honest to God, let out an incredulous laugh. It was dry and almost angry. “He said that?” Po nodded. “You think I don't like you?”
“I know you love me.” Po admits, ashamed. “I just wasn’t sure if you liked my body or if you’d prefer that I looked a little different.”
“Phi.” Thame calls him, taking Po's hands in his. Po looks at him, expectant. “Remember the pictures you sent me when you went away with Baifern and your friends? Where you're shirtless at the beach?” Po nods. “I jerked off to those the second you sent them.”
“Thame!” Po squeals, making Thame chuckle. “It's not funny.”
“It kinda is, Phi. I'm so attracted to you I have to force myself to not throw myself at you every time we meet. I have to think of my grocery shopping list while we kiss otherwise I'll have to take a very awkward and uncomfortable ride back home. I see your body on top of me every time I close my eyes, I just didn't know that I liked being overpowered by you until today.” Po hasn't been able to close his mouth the whole time Thame spoke. He feels stupid for ever doubting Thame's feelings. “Do you believe me, P'Po? Are we okay?”
“We’re okay.” Po reassures him. “I just need to wrap my head around it.”
“How about I help you?” Thame pulls Po, making them fall onto the bed, Po’s body covering Thame completely.
“You're still injured, that hasn't changed.” Po tries to get up, but Thame’s grip is firm where he's grabbing Po’s biceps.
“If I lay down…” Po lets out a laugh at that. Every time Po is on top, it takes Thame less than five minutes to take charge and snap his hips up at Po. Is not like Po is complaining, but right now he needed to make sure Thame wouldn’t hurt himself more.
“We both know you won't stay still.”
Thame clicked his tongue. “You could fuck me.” Thame suggests, startling him. Po's head fills with images of Thame panting under him, whimpering and pleading just like he had been doing a few minutes ago. Some of his thoughts must have shown in his face, because Thame wraps his arms around Po's neck, smiling. “You want to.”
“Are you sure?” Po bites his bottom lip, looking for the restraint within himself that he had so firmly shown earlier. Thame’s eyes fall to his lips like he’s hypnotized, and Po feels his insides burn with desire.
“There’s nothing I want more right now than to feel you inside me, Phi.” Thame raises his chin to leave a soft peck on Po’s lips. They lock eyes and Po knows he’s done for. There’s no way to deny how badly he wants Thame. “Please?”
“Okay.” Po whispers, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. A smile flickers across Thame's pretty blushed face. Po’s hands itch to touch, going up Thame's torso under his shirt like they have a mind of their own. The skin of Thame's chest burns as he palms it. Po's eyes are locked on Thame's face as his fingers toy with one of Thame's nipples. Thame lets out a tiny gasp, his chin tilting up, capturing Po's lips in a heated kiss. Po melts into it, almost losing his balance when Thame's tongue licks at the seam of his mouth. It all feels like too much, even when they have barely done anything besides kissing. They stay like that for a while, simply making out with each other, and then Po gets immersed in his own thoughts again. “You said,” Po starts saying against Thame's mouth. Thame slightly opens his eyes to look at him. “You said you want me to be forceful. I need to know exactly what you mean, Thame.”
Thame holds him tighter, making Po drop his weight completely on him. Po feels Thame's breath tickle his right ear as he speaks. “I want you to let go, P'Po.” He traps Po's earlobe between his teeth. Po digs his nails in Thame's chest as a response. “You can push and pull me as you please. Put me where you want, I trust you'll take care of me.”
“But I’ve never…” Po starts to say, worried. It’s true that between the both of them, Po has more experience with relationships, but he’s never been in a relationship like this. Po trusts too much, cares too much, to a point where it scares him to make a wrong move and ruin the best thing he’s ever had.
“We don’t have to if it’s not something you want.” Thame caresses his cheek, and his touch makes Po feel warm all over. “I'd never want you to do something you're not comfortable with.”
Po stares at Thame, his eyes soft and sincere, his face blushed and his lips red and bitten.
“I always want you, Thame. In any way I can have you.” Thames gives Po the brightest of smiles, it's almost blinding. Po adores him so much it hurts. “Tell me if something's too much.”
“That'd be troublesome, Phi.” Thame chuckles. “I always feel too much when I'm with you.”
That last sentence lights something inside of Po's chest. It’s like something snaps, and he can’t help himself anymore. He slides his hands under Thame's thighs and lifts him up, earning a small squeal from his boyfriend. Thame puts his arms around Po's neck and kisses him deeply as Po moves him to the center of the mattress. Po feels his strength weaken when Thame lets out a whimper when Po lets them fall back to the bed. Po gets rid of their clothes, careful not to hurt Thame's ankle in the process. He takes the lube and box of condoms from the bottom drawer of his small coffee table and tosses them besides Thame on the bed.
Thame throws his head back against the pillows when Po starts trailing open mouthed kisses down his throat. Po feels feverish, every inch of skin Thame touches, from his shoulders to the small of his back, lights up like its on fire. Thame grabs Po's face and searches for his mouth blindy. Po gives in, biting and sucking on Thame's bottom lip. Po feels Thame's thrust up, trying desperately to get some friction. Po lowers his hips, and when they crotches meet, Thame moans fill his ears. Po can feel how hard Thame is, and he isn't any different. He grinds, firm and steady, and Thame sucks at Po's tongue inside his mouth. Po puts his arms behind Thame's knees and practically folds him in half, earning a surprise gasp from his boyfriend. Po sits back on his knees and buries his face between Thame legs, licking at Thame’s inner thighs. Thame's back arches and he cries, hands reaching up to try and push Po away because of the overwhelming sensations. Po puts one hand in Thame's lower back to hold him up and with the other, he takes both of Thame's wrists and pins them to the mattress under him.
“Keep your hands there.” Po says, his voice deep. Their eyes meet, and for the fourth time that day, Po can’t really tell what Thame is thinking.
When Po decides he's done leaving red marks over his boyfriend's skin, he kisses his way to Thame's cock, licking and sucking at the tip. The taste of precome is salty in his mouth, and Po swirls his tongue around the head before he leans forward to take it in completely. Thame's whole body squirms, but his hands never leave the bed, just like Po ordered him to.
Po hallows his cheeks as he takes Thame deeper, feeling him almost at the back of his throat. Po loves this. He wasn't a fan of giving head before, all his previous partners had just taken what they wanted without caring about his comfort, but Thame wasn't like that. Po noticed how Thame grinded his teeth and closed his hands in fists with force to stop himself from thrusting into Po's mouth, too scared to hurt him or ask for too much.
“Phi- P'Po, I'm gonna come.” He whines, voice shaky.
Po leans back, Thame's cock falling off his mouth. Thame lets out a cry at the loss of warmth. “No.” Po turns his head and sinks his teeth in Thame's smooth skin. He reaches blindly until his hand finds the lube, grabbing it and opening the lid. “If you come right now, I'll stop.”
Thame shakes his head and whimpers. “No, Phi. I'm sorry. I'll be good”
Po shushes him softly. He lowers Thame's body until he's completely laying on the bed again, Po still between his legs. Thame's hands stay by his sides, never leaving the mattress. “It's okay, baby, you're being so good.”
“Yeah?” He asks as Po lubes up his fingers. Thame follows the movement of Po's hands like he's hypnotized.
“Yeah.” Po replies. One of his digits traces Thame's entrance and presses slightly. Thame gasps. “You're so good, Thame. I like you so much.”
“Me too, P’Po.” Thame says, breathless. Po pushes his finger in, looking at any sign of discomfort on Thame's face. When he doesn't find any, he curls it up inside Thame and watches his back arch and his hands grip the sheets. “Phi, can I touch you? Please?”
Po nods and a second later, Thame is reaching for him, forcefully guiding Po to bend down to kiss him. This kiss isn't like any other they've shared before. It's raw and aggressive, almost animal-like, and Po feels his dick getting harder at every swipe of Thame's tongue inside his mouth.
One finger soon becomes two, then three, and Thame didn't complain or show any sign of pain. Instead, he tugged at Po's hair and dug his nails in Po's muscled back, moaning against his lips.
“Please, Phi.” Thame begs again. Po finds himself liking Thame's pleading voice a little too much. “I need you.”
Po feels himself almost burst as he leans back to grab the box and take out a condom. Thame's naked body is displayed on Po's bed, his thighs covered in marks, his chest rising and falling, agitated, and his eyes. Goodness gracious, Thame's eyes were the most beautiful thing Po has ever been lucky enough to witness. They were so full of love, that it dumbfounded Po for a second, making him fumble as he put the condom on himself.
Once Po was done, he let his hands roam every inch of Thame skin he could reach, helping him relax his (suddenly) tense body. When his hands reached Thame's waist, Po moved off between Thame's legs, sitting behind him, and flipped him so he was laying on his stomach. Po grabbed Thame's right knee and moved it up, so there was space for himself again between Thame's legs. Po hovers over Thame's body and kisses at the back of his neck, making him shiver.
“Is this,” Po whispers against Thame's ear. Thame tries to look back at him with hooded, glossy eyes. “Is this what you wanted? Me doing whatever I want with you?”
“Yes.” Thame whimpers. “God, yes, P'Po. Get inside me, please.”
“You ask so nicely. I love hearing you beg.” Po lets out without thinking. His face gets red at his sudden confession. Thame's pushes his hips back, grinding his ass on Po's erection. “I'm going in, baby.”
Thame nods, frantic. Po huffs a shy laugh as he lines himself against Thame's entrance. Even with prep, it's a tight fit. Po is slow and careful with it. He searches for Thame's hand and intertwines their fingers as he pushes. Thame lets out a sound like he's been punched when Po enters him completely.
“Are you okay?” Po asks, voice soft. He places a kiss on Thame's shoulder.
“I'm fine, Phi. It's just… different.” Thame turns his head back as much as he can to shoot a reassuring smile at Po. Even in a moment like this, Po realizes, his feelings were the most important thing to Thame. “You can move, if you want to.”
Po nods before he starts grinding against Thame's ass, slowly at first. His thrusts are almost shallow, allowing Thame to get used to the feeling. Po finds himself gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white, holding his own desire inside. Thame hasn't stopped whimpering since Po started to push inside him, the sound of Thame's voice making it harder for Po to keep his self restraint.
“Phi- P'Po.” Thame groans. “Please.”
“Please what, Thame?”
“Harder. You can-” Po doesn't let him finish talking. He sits back and grabs Thame's hips, growing the strength of his thrusts. He picks up a steady rhythm, ramming against Thame's ass. Po’s forehead is sweaty and his hands burn where they're touching Thame. Thame's being louder now, moaning and hissing when Po dives deeper inside him. “I love this so much, Phi. I feel so full.” He babbles, almost sounding drunk. Po’s hold on his hips grows stronger, even digging his nails into Thame's skin.
Po leans forward and grabs a handful of Thame's hair, tugging at it. Thame gasps and arches, mouth open. “You sound so pretty, Thame.” He says, and Thame lets out a cry. “I love this too, almost as much as having you inside me.”
“I want to come.” Thame whimpers, almost desperate. “Please, P'Po, make me come.”
“Okay, baby.”
Po lets go of Thame's hair and slowly pulls out. Thame hisses and pushes his hips back. Po uses this to his advantage, laying behind Thame now, pulling him against Po's body, Thame’s back flushed to his chest. He pushes into Thame again, now going in with ease, his hand sneaking to Thame's front to fist at his cock. Thame’s hand grips Po's wrist, not to stop him, just to have something to hold on to. The new position allows Po to feel every little shudder of Thame's body, a direct response to the pleasure Po was giving to him. Po feels Thame’s dick pulsate in his hand, tightening his hold and speeding up his thrusts. Po wanted one thing: to make Thame come on his cock and hand alone.
“I'm so close, fuck.” Thame groans. “Kiss me.” Po lifts himself with one hand and stretches his neck as much as he can, meeting Thame's pleading mouth. The kiss is messy, full of saliva and teeth, but it was all Thame needed. “Shit, P'Po. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Po smiles against Thame's mouth as he comes. Po keeps stroking him through his orgasm until the last drop. Thame's whole body relaxes against him, and Po pulls his shoulders to make him lay flat on his back. They hug, Po's arm thrown across Thame's chest.
“How do you feel?” Po asks, looking at Thame's side profile. He's smiling sheepishly at the sealing, eyes closed.
“Like I’ve just been fucked into oblivion.” He jokes, turning his head to look at Po. The older hits his chest with his open palm. Thame's eyes travel south and he furrows his eyebrows. “You didn't come.” He points out, visibly upset.
“It's okay, Thame.” Po replies, but Thame's frown doesn't go away. “Your ankle doesn't hurt?”
“No, it doesn't. And don't change the subject.” Po laughs at Thame's pout before he brushes his thumb across his bottom lip. Thame opens his mouth and catches the finger inside it, swirling his tongue, looking directly at Po's eyes. Thame lets go of his finger after biting and sucking at it. “Let me touch you?” Po doesn't have time to respond. Thame turns completely to his side, takes the condom off Po and closes his hand around his cock. He tugs at the shaft, slow and tight, just like he knows Po likes it. He thumbs at the slit to spread the precome, making the movements more slick and wet. Thame's other hand travels from Po's abs to his chest, rubbing one of his nipples with his fingers. Po hisses at the feeling.
“You are so hot, P'Po. You have no idea how much I want you all the time.” Thame speeds up his strokes, making Po reach for the back of his head to pull him forward, breathing hard into each other's mouths. “Everything about you is so sexy I can't keep my hands to myself when we're together, it doesn't matter where we are. I would drop to my knees for you in the middle of the company's hallway if you asked me.”
“Thame.” Po exhales, and Thame seems to know exactly what Po is asking for, because he attaches his mouth to Po's and suddenly, Po's coming all over Thame's hand.
They kiss for what seem like hours before the stickiness of their sweats and come starts to bother Po. “We have to take a shower again.”
“Carry me to the bathroom?” Thame asks, a mischievous grin decorating his face.
Po huffs, trying to hide his own smile. “We already know how that ends.”