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Pond looks down at him, brushing the sweat-damp brown of his hair where it curls over his brow.
“How’s this?” He grinds in, a gentle circle, and Phuwin’s walls squeeze and flutter like a symphony. He bends low to brush his lips over the rise of that sharp cheekbone, tracing its dip until he finds Phuwin’s trembling mouth, and sinks his teeth gently into his bottom lip, can’t help himself.
Phuwin hisses, low, then gasps, and the sound remains abrupt and soft against the tip of Pond’s nose, “Mh- it’s slow.” His lips break apart on another sucking sound, louder, less contained, as Pond thrusts in point-blank. Gentle retaliation.
“I don’t want you to be sore later,” Pond says, picking up the pace a bit, just enough to rock them back and forth, Phuwin’s thighs supple and strong and wide open on either side of his hips, the curves of his waist made for Pond to grip and use as leverage, the skin-tight walls of his inside gripping him and yet yielding with silky resistance. They don’t usually do it like this—Phuwin on his back, hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes seeking for Pond’s, all warm and tight under him.
Pond delights in the little yelp Phuwin lets out when he drags kisses lower down his face, pecking the underside of his chin, licking at a muscle pulled taut along his throat, nipping playfully at his glistening collarbone, to finally sink into the firm swell of his pecs and suck on a patch of pristine skin. “Uh—I can- ah- handle it—” Phuwin pants, and Pond feels his long, talented fingers thread into his hair, two hands cradling the back of Pond’s head as Pond’s hips push in faster, greedier, just a bit less gentle, “I’ve … done ah-worse—on— … top of you—”
He knows Phuwin is right; he’s felt Phuwin’s strength up-close many times, but there’s a sweet reward in making Phuwin wait. He gets all pleading and cute, Pond’s heart bleeds just thinking about it. He wants that now. Suddenly, all his senses are unfurled like a jaw opening, baring teeth, sticking out its tongue ready to suck the prey in its mouth, to hear Phuwin’s cute whining and impatient, regal displeasure with Pond’s playful tease. He slows his thrusts, languidly circling his hips into Phuwin’s soft, gripping heat without any real movement, tilts his head, and sucks a hard nipple into his mouth. Phuwin’s thighs lock him in tight, his body undulating like choppy seas, and Pond pushes greedily into the tremor, pinning him to the bed, not giving an inch.
“What—fuck—” A hand disappears from Pond’s hair, and the other still grips on tight, very tight, sliding down to the slope of his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing like a vice. Pond forces himself to not buck up into the stretched opening, the inviting spasms of Phuwin’s hole as if in a plead for him to move. He laves his tongue all over the areola and the cute curves of Phuwin’s chest as Phuwin pants, low as mewls, “uhn- Pond—please—” before moving on to the next one. Phuwin’s perfect body tightens around him like a glove, like a blessing, and finally pulls a helpless thrust out of him, in beat with the throaty noise that plumps and bursts open from his chest.
For a mind-numbing second, they’re nothing but a tangle of unfinished desire, growls and breathy moans muffled into each other’s skin, locked in a sweltering embrace, stopped as if by a spell.
When Pond comes up for air, he discovers where that other hand went: Phuwin’s clutching a pillow, head thrown back, eyes hazed. He’s dislodged himself from Pond’s neck, too, and his mouth is open, red and spit-slicked, gulping down air as if he’s been doing hours-long dance sets without breaks. The arm, toned, slightly tanned from where Pond can make out a faint line of a sleeve, flexes with muscles and naked skin, and Pond’s mouth instantly waters.
No more waiting—Phuwin’s already on the verge of taking back control, a warning tingling at the back of Pond’s head in the way Phuwin’s started to arch his back, cock his hips, grinding their damp crotches together. The hard line of his cock rubs and smears slickness on Pond’s abdomen for a taut, nerve-igniting second, before Pond sits up on his knees, grips Phuwin tightly by the hips, hitching him inches off the bed for the perfect angle. And then he truly begins to fuck, plunging in and out of those sweet, tight depths faster and harder, a knot of heat screwing tight low in his belly with each stroke until he’s made aware of his sweat dripping and his muscles working, until Phuwin’s face falls into bliss, his lithe body going liquid in Pond’s hands, forced to keep pace with the hungry pace of powerful hips that sets the bed creaking softly.
For that glorious, delicious stretch of time, Pond gets to see Phuwin’s usual boundless energy melt into a helpless puddle. This is probably the only time he lies still and doesn’t try to take everything in his own hands except when he’s in deep sleep. Pond loves to strip away his power; his responsibilities. The way he goes entirely limp at Pond’s mercy, trusting, small. In fact, sometimes, Pond believes that fucking him to the point of exhaustion yields better results for his sleep schedule more than anything. Because even asleep, his beloved partner has more motion in his limbs than he knows what to do with.
Well. Pond knows what to do with it.
“Ah … a-ah— … hah, uh—” Phuwin’s voice is a wordless, wounded series of babbles as Pond ruts into him, braced over his body with unhurried focus. He brings Phuwin’s hand which is clutching the pillow down, and pins it next to his head, their fingers intertwining with habitual ease, Phuwin’s precious moans breaking out over the room like hard-earned monsoon rain, so low and shy and yet louder than the creak of the bed, and the wet smack of his hole being used. It jumps into Pond’s sensitive ear with the lightest brush of warm lips, a trembling whimper, helpless little “uh, uh, uh—”s, or tries to bury itself into Pond when Phuwin’s fingers card into his hair, tugging at his scalp to bring their mouths together in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss as Pond groans, appreciative yet eager for more, and grinds into that spot inside Phuwin, and has them rocking together, breathless and urgent.
They’re never particularly loud in bed but this, Pond thinks to himself as Phuwin tightens around him on a slow draw-out only to swallow him down to the hilt when he drives back in, is probably the loudest they’ve been. Because Pond can hear himself rumbling with pleasure, each firm hilting and drawing of his cock pulling thick wetness, an obscene mixture of pre-cum and lube forming a ring around the base of his cock where Phuwin’s taking him so deep, so well, dripping down Phuwin’s ass and stretched rim like the juice from a fruit. Phuwin is louder than him, though only by degrees, and he clenches each time Pond pants harsh, soft sounds in his ear, ragged with exertion, arousal corrupting him just by Pond’s voice.
All thoughts of being mindful of Phuwin’s schedule have almost completely left his head when suddenly, Phuwin crosses his arms around his neck and sweetly moans his name as his insides go blindingly tight, a drawn-out drill of arousal as he orgasms on Pond’s cock, without even touching himself. And it is then that Pond remembers he can’t ruin Phuwin just before an event, he can’t- fuck, that’s completely crazy when he promised Phuwin he’ll just help him get a good rest tonight—none of this is about what Pond wants so he should pull out. Climb off the bed, clean them up, and cuddle his partner to sleep.
“Pond,” Phuwin rasps, blinking glistening brown eyes up at Pond, as if he almost cried. He’s flushed, vulnerable, pulsing softly around Pond’s throbbing erection, still so hot and tight it burns and pleasures like a sin, and yet the open affection on Phuwin’s face is holy enough to elevate any sin to poetry. With a hand, he strokes Pond’s jaw and presses his thumb gently over Pond’s cheek, sliding down to leave a caress over the slope of Pond’s shoulder and back that sparkles along Pond’s spine and flutters in his stomach.
Pond bends over him, nosing along his damp cheek and jawline, Phuwin’s sweat blooming on his tongue. He groans, shifting himself deeper into Phuwin, as if such a thing could even be possible, “Does it feel good, Phu?” And Phuwin shivers under him, hooded eyes slipping close as his thighs tighten around Pond, knees angled towards him even as he seems to drift away on a cloud of syrup-thick lethargy. “I want to hear you say it,” Pond whispers, feeling irrational and insane as his hips start moving on their own accord, every good, well-wishing thought fracturing with each thrust he delivers into Phuwin’s used hole, the rim stretching wide and red around him every time he pulls out and pushes in. Open, welcoming. “Tell me, baby,” he draws out, dragging the inches through the mess of Phuwin’s walls, their flesh catching and slipping together with a friction that borders on pain, setting Pond’s teeth on edge, a growl ringing deep in his throat as he discards all his hesitation and starts pleasuring himself with the sweet, hot mouth gripping his cock, “does it feel good for you? It feels fucking unreal for me, Phuwin. You’re so tight—and so easy, down here. It’s like you’re wet.”
And it's easy to get Phuwin to say what he wouldn’t otherwise when he's too lost in Pond, his breath thin and fluttery like a baby bird’s, brows furrowed and fingers digging crescents into Pond’s biceps as overstimulation starts to string him up, “H-hurts … ah, Pond—”
“I know, cutie,” Pond croons, but then speeds up, and Phuwin’s body lurches into motion again, every mercy debauched, “just a little bit more. You’re doing so well … Perfect … Does it—that’s it, just like that, yeah, relax for me— … Does it feel good, baby?”
“Fuck,” Phuwin chokes, turning his head into the pillow but it’s no use; his broken sounds spill out again and again, stacking the heat and urgency in Pond’s force to a crashing height that feels as perilously close as the brimming moisture in Phuwin’s eyes, jolting them together, a rubber band being pulled to its snapping point. “Ah—ah- … yes! Yes, fuck—ahn, it feels … feels good—”
Pond leans forward, catching the quiver in Phuwin’s hips, wrapping his hand around the expanse of the bones and the flesh, thumbs dipping along the V-line, and puts his entire weight into the next thrust. Phuwin arches, seemingly having another orgasm, this time dry, and claws at the sheets under him, pressing himself closer to Pond in the process, his cock twitching even though he can’t get fully hard again so soon, and it’s perfect. It snaps the tension Pond was holding so tight along his spine and legs, gushing out of him as he softly grinds, enjoying the strangely peaceful sensation of Phuwin’s walls spasming around him like a second heartbeat, and raises his head to align his mouth to Phuwin’s who doesn’t resist the lazy kiss, more breath and tongue than anything else.
After he’s disposed of the condom, made them both drink some water, and done a haphazard job of a clean-up, Pond curls behind Phuwin in a careful dip of a shoulder and a neck kiss, and pulls him in until they’re joined again, all naked skin brazen in its freedom to touch and share warmth, such a simple thing. Phuwin sighs, and lightly pats the hand Pond’s wrapped round his waist, and then falls into a deep sleep so quickly it’s as if he’d never been awake at all.
Pond simply breathes in Phuwin’s scent, presses another kiss to his shoulder, and closes his eyes as well.