sharing scars, or my bed

[...]

Maybe he could never change.

— Get up, let's rinse your face.

Phuwin's voice was too soothing, almost like he knew exactly what tone to use to ease him. It was so weird to feel this way, especially after what happened, but he played along. Like he deserved this. He knew he didn't, but at some point, he couldn't feel anything else other than the gentle way Phuwin guided him through his own walls.

— Sit down.

Phuwin put the toilet seat down as he spoke, and almost ordered Pond to get his ass down. He seemed as troubled as he was, different was, he tried really hard not to show it. But Pond wasn't a fool. He was aware, aware he was a problem to everyone, even to the guy who was taking care of him right now.

He felt bad. So bad. And at the same time, so alive, when he felt the tip of Phuwin's fingers trailing up his cheeks, very gently, almost like he was made of glass and could shatter like the vase in the corridor that his brother yanked on the floor before leaving.

It wasn't the first fight they had, but it was the first time Pond felt like he couldn't breathe knowing what he did to his little brother. The guilt he felt inside of him wouldn't vanish just like that. Not today. Not after what he did. He crossed a line he shouldn't have. And now, he was facing the consequences.

As he should've.

He tried opening his mouth, but no words dared leaving his mouth. Pond wanted to explain, to clear things up, to say anything that would have loosened up the whole in his heart—that he created himself—but he just couldn't. Phuwin wasn't paying attention to his turmoil, or Pond was just too good of an actor to actually make him notice, but he stayed still, biting on his tongue to not let any words he could regret or betray him leaving his desperate need of being understood. What was there to even understand anyway? Pond held his breath as he finally felt his nose stop from bleeding, but stiffened immediately when Phuwin traced the edge of his jaw. He looked concerned and serious, his eyes focusing on the bruise under his eye, before one of his fingers caressed the spot. Pond immediately winced, the bruise hurting more than he expected. Phuwin apologized in a whisper, as his eyes naturally lifted into Pond's.

Something seemed to shift in the air, quietly but present. Phuwin immediately stepped back, grabbing the paper covered in blood to toss it into the bin aside, acting as if that floating second never existed. Pond bit his tongue to not let the disappointment show up on his face as Phuwin's loss of contact made him feel oddly cold.

He cleared his throat, sensing the silence stretching between them in a more awkward manner. But before he could even say something, Phuwin's voice rose anew.

— Do you have any Vaseline?

— Hum... I think there's some in the bottom drawer.

Phuwin immediately turned his back to him and walked to the drawer under the sink, reaching for the tube of vaseline that always did miracles for his own bruises. Not even once did Pond's eyes leave his lean figure.

When Phuwin faced him anew, he seemed to realize he was staring, but he didn't do anything about it except biting his lip. He seemed as tense as Pond was, kneeling, to gently apply the cream on his cheek. His fingers were feathery, like he was porcelaine, and Pond didn't exactly like how his heart started racing faster.

The time seemed to stop for him but he didn't do anything this time, though he couldn't tear his gaze away from Phuwin's concentrated face. He was so hard to read sometimes, so hard to know what was going on in his head— and probably that too many things were running through his pretty mind, because Pond couldn't help but think that Phuwin was kind of a mystery.

And Pond found himself wanting to unravel him completely.

He was definitely insane thinking about all that while still struggling with his own guilt. But as it was already said, Pond was selfish, and selfish meant he wouldn't stop acting this way in a matter of a few minutes, just because he made wrong choices.

What an asshole.

— I'm a horrible person, Phuwin.

Pond didn't know why he said it out loud. He wasn't the type to pity himself, especially not when it was his own fault. He did some questionable things before, made a lot of wrong decisions, but he never put himself down, even when he was utterly wrong.

So really, he wasn't getting why he admitted it now, after so many experiences where he could have done it already. Especially in front of someone he—unfortunately—didn't know enough.

Maybe it was the connection he felt last night. Or maybe it was that night at the club where he first saw Phuwin, grumpy, angry, and desperately attractive yelling at him because he dared call his own brother with names.

Or maybe again, it was those days when his mind wandered around a face he could remember so easily, like he saw it everyday, when really, it wasn't even that often. Nonsense, right?

And yet.

— I know.

It should've stung, but oddly, Pond felt his heart easing, at least a little bit.

It was the way Phuwin said it, gentle and soft, careful and sure. He didn't say it in a way that would put him down, he said it as if, for once, someone could understand him.

Accept him.

As an asshole and as everything else.

— I'm sorry, replied Pond with a nervousness Phuwin couldn't help but notice.

He applied the medecin carefully on his face, his expression so neutral Pond wasn't sure he could have read through him even if he tried.

— I'm not the one you should apologize to.

When Phuwin was saying this, it felt like it was the easiest thing to do on earth. But Pond bit the inside of his cheek, because for once, he realized just how bad he messed up.

— I don't think Dew would want to see me, like ever.

— Try at least. If you don't try, how would you know?

— Phuwin, he sighed. Do you even understand what our fight was about? I literally stole the guy my little brother has a crush on, and willingly. Like, I literally knew he likes y-

— You didn't steal me.

— I kissed you, Phuwin.

— And why did you kiss me if you knew then?

Pond was stunned, his body froze.

Phuwin noticed but his gaze stayed the same. Neutral, clear as crystal-clear water, and unyielding. It was impossible to know what was going on in his mind, if everything he was showing was just an act, a mask, a fake composure, or something else. Pond hated it and loved it at the same time, the mystery, the instability, even if he was getting more than nervous now.

His breath caught up. His mouth opened with too much difficulty.

— Because I wanted to?

— Why are you hesitating?

Pond turned his head sideway, the fingers on his face crisped, and he almost winced again, before Phuwin huffed.

— Don't move, he snapped.

They faced each other again, and Pond really hated how his heart was betraying him. He looked down, feeling like it was impossible to hold Phuwin's gaze without having the impression of being entirely naked. As if Phuwin knew exactly what he was thinking.

And when he decided to finally reply, his voice was so low he almost wished Phuwin wouldn't hear it and let it go.

But it was dead silent in this bathroom.

— I wanted it.

It was more sure. Phuwin's lips twitched a little.

— I wanted you.

He raised his face up and Phuwin's stomach twisted weirdly. Their eyes met and this time, it felt like everything was suspended for both of them. Pond didn't know how he could be bold and guilty at the same time, but he was. He was. And seeing Phuwin's expression flinching made him slightly smile.

He really was an asshole, even after all of this, he still wanted to feel Phuwin against him.

— And I still want you.

Quickly, his hands grabbed Phuwin's waist, scared that he would step away again if the realization hit faster. Phuwin's eyes widened, but in the movement, his own hands stabilized themselves on Pond's shoulders.

— W-What?

— You heard it.

— Pond... he sighed.

Phuwin looked away, his hands pushing him lightly to still create some distance between them, but there was a fire in his chest that kept burning from the two hands grounding him on his waist.

— Look at me baby...

— Fuck Pond, you shouldn't call me that.

His teeth found his bottom lip, and Pond found himself smiling even more. Phuwin looked like he couldn't resist it. He couldn't resist this pull between them. This impulse. It was in those moments that Pond knew he really was a lost cause. Just a few minutes ago, he was feeling that guilt choking him entirely. And now, despite still feeling it, there was this burning passion in his heart that was definitely taking over.

Once an asshole, always an asshole, apparently.

— You're the one who told me you'd rather be called baby.

Phuwin still refused to look at him but his fingers tightened around Pond's shoulders, the new found tension unbearable.

— Not anymore...

Lies.

— Really? Why can't you look at me then?

There was a smirk that could be heard in his voice and Phuwin's eyebrows furrowed, falling into his trap.

He turned his head, ready to talk back, when Pond, who waited for this, took the opportunity and tilted his head slightly to press his lips against his.

It was just a smack, but neither of them could suppress the shiver they felt running down their spine. Devastating.

— Fuck Pond, you shouldn't be doing this...

— Don't tell me you don't feel anything, Phuwin.

The latter took a deep breath.

— That's not the point. Dew is my best friend and I don't want to-

— To break his heart? I already did that, don't worry. I'm the only asshole in this story.

That kept Phuwin's mouth shut for a second, taken aback by both his dry tone and the intensity held into his eyes. Everything stilled for a moment, before Phuwin exhaled out, shaken by such a tension he never ever felt before.

— Does he... Does he know?

— Does he know what?

— That w-we kissed...

Pond huffed, something between a laugh and a sneer.

— No, that would have ended him. And I didn't want you to get involved.

— But I'm involved!

A laugh.

— What was I supposed to say then? Tell him I almost fuck you in my car?

Phuwin's breath hitched. Pond leaned in slightly, enough to be too close to his face, feeling the grip on his shoulders loosen up for him, giving in, unconsciously.

— N-No but... We shouldn't do that.

— You're right, we shouldn't.

— That... That wouldn't be nice for Dew... right?

— Right...

Pond's mouth grazed his jaw, and Phuwin closed his eyes, swearing at himself for melting into his embrace so easily. He didn't even try to resist, not anymore. Pond's grip around his waist tightened and he approached him even more, closing the distance between their bodies. They melted into each other, Pond closing his eyes too, forgetting every little bad feeling he was having earlier.

His face dug into Phuwin's t-shirt, sniffing his scent with great intensity, making the latter shiver hard, his stomach a mess from the intimacy.

— You smell so fucking good Phuwin. I could drown into you.

— Don't say things like this...

— Why? Do you hate it that much?

Pond knew. He felt it. It wasn't the case. He felt how Phuwin's body was reacting to his contact. So he tilted his head, looking innocent, while his cheek rubbed slightly against Phuwin's stomach.

Without controlling himself, the latter's fingers found their way in Pond's hair. He looked so messed up, so vulnerable, so miserable, which was only oddly attractive. Phuwin bit his lip, knowing he was yielding too easily, but he couldn't stop the feeling either.

And Pond, he felt like he was losing his mind.

— Stop biting, you're driving me crazy.

Phuwin bit it even harder.

— I don't have much control, Phuwin, so stop doing that.

He didn't listen and Pond groaned, his expression growing more serious, more urgent. A yelp escaped Phuwin's mouth when he felt himself being forced to sit down, on Pond's lap, the big veiny hands around his waist keeping him close, grounded, his. What were they doing, seriously? Kissing while knowing what they've done? The damage they've caused? Were they that heartless to keep doing this even when they knew they were breaking someone else's heart?

Honestly, Pond wasn't even thinking about this anymore. All he had in mind, was the maddening feelings spiraling inside of him at the sensation of having Phuwin pressed against him once again.

That's all he could think about. That's all he was caring about.

— Can I kiss you Phuwin?

He took a deep breath, Pond's eyes didn't leave his own.

— Only to one condition.

— Which is?

— It's the last time this should happen, after this, we forget about everything. I'm not comfortable knowing I'm breaking my best friend's heart by kissing his own brother.

Pond stiffened, he tried not to show it but every one of his muscles seemed to contract. He didn't say a thing, not immediately, holding Phuwin's gaze who was blinking too frequently for it to be normal.

— Okay.

And even as he said it, Pond knew he would never be able to forget any of this.

But the thought vanished almost immediately when he felt Phuwin closing the distance between them, his soft lips crashing onto his, in a kiss that was nothing but innocent. That held every truth they couldn't say.

He groaned, gripping himself in reality through Phuwin's waist who shivered at the contact of their mouth. They moved in unison, though it was messy, their lips finding their own rhythm, their own pace, creating a dance of passion and fire, something that could never really be extinguished, even if they tried. But they didn't try, they fueled it. They kissed each other like it was the last time, and maybe it was, but when Phuwin locked his hands around Pond's neck and lifted his face aside, deepening the kiss, he clearly wasn't thinking about anything else other than the sensation of Pond's tongue in his mouth.

They could have never gotten enough. It was like a pull impossible to discard. Forget about this? How could they? It was too powerful.

Pond's tongue parted Phuwin's lips, and he bit his lower lip earning such a moan from Phuwin that he shivered hard, feeling every vibration inside of his body. Then, he let their tongues engulf each other, dancing, tasting, savouring. It was wetter and hotter than yesterday, the tension exploding between them with such a grip on their heart and desire that they weren't sure they could stop any time soon.

Phuwin loved everything about this, about feeling so precious, so small, so desired. His mind was shut, like always when he was with Pond, it was almost weird, but he liked it.

He never felt this way ever, though he kissed other people before. Each time his lips encountered Pond's, it only felt enormously different. It was as if every fiber of his body was coming alive, blooming the fuel inside of him that he wasn't sure anyone could have ever triggered.

But Pond did. Fuck he did.

— Ahh... Pond...

His moan escaped his mouth without he could control it, when out of breath and panting, Pond's lips trailed down wet kisses on his jaw, then down his throat, until kissing the skin on his neck with such intensity Phuwin could only moan even louder.

He squirmed and Pond groaned before Phuwin screamed, feeling Pond's teeth digging into the sensitive skin he was sucking on just a second ago.

— Fuck! Pond!

— You have to be silent, Phuwin. Though my brother left, we're not alone in this house.

— Arghh t-then... D-Don't bite.

Pond smirked down his neck, finally letting go of the sensitive skin he was nipping on to soothe the bite. Their eyes locked, Phuwin's face down, Pond's face up, and it was all it took for them to lose it again, and again, and again.

Their mouths crashed onto each other, this time, sloppier, as both of them felt the need to dominate, to mold themselves into each other, to let their own taste on the other's lips. They felt out of breath but oddly alive, the passion so exhilarating they couldn't hold back, not even a little. The kiss grew even messier as Phuwin's lost his fingers in Pond's already messed up hair, deepening the kiss to the max by parting his lips and coming for Pond's tongue, letting their saliva mixing up together, taking everything they could from each other, molding themselves here forever. In each other's taste.

— Oh G-God...

Phuwin only got the time to take one breath before his words got swallowed again in Pond's mouth. The latter felt everything slip, his control, his emotions, pouring all over. He liked it too much to worry about anything else, to worry about how bad of a person he was. He was drowning in Phuwin's saliva, a string of it sliding down his jaw. It became shallow and messy but he didn't stop, he couldn't, he was addicted. Kissing Phuwin felt like breathing, he could have never got over this feeling, even if he tried.

And Phuwin was getting lost in their hungry kiss. Completely melting at Pond's warmth. He was so gone that he didn't immediately realize how he was starting to grind on Pond.

His eyes widened when he heard the latter moaning into the sloppy kiss, a hard length now pressed against his butt. Suddenly, he seemed stricken by lucidity and immediately pushed him away, his arms weak.

The darkness in Pond's eyes made him shiver hard as both of them were panting, out of breath but definitely still hungry for each other. Pond seemed to have lost it completely. His eyes were so glossy, a bit teary, his pupils dilated. Because of Phuwin. Because of me? Phuwin took a deep breath, trying to stabilize the beating of his heart as he was already totally melting under Pond's intense gaze.

The latter was just waiting for him, for his next move, for his next word.

— Y-You're hard.

Pond groaned, out of instinct, his hips thrusting up slightly, earning a moan from Phuwin whose eyes widened even more.

— Are you going to let me take care of myself like yesterday or...?

Phuwin wanted to divert his gaze but the seriousness in Pond's eyes and voice made him stay still.

— I... I...

— I won't force you Phuwin, I just want to know if you want it too. Because I do. Fuck I do.

— B-But Dew is-

— Dew isn't here. Focus on me. I'm right here.

The possessiveness in his tone made Phuwin shivered hard. He rolled his hips, this time, consciously, and Pond groaned even more, too sensitive already, gripping so hard Phuwin's waist that it would probably leave some marks tomorrow.

— Don't play, Phuwin, don't.

— I'm not...

— Then what do you want?

He bit his bottom lip, knowing it was driving Pond insane, before finally replying, in such a low voice but with such assurance they both felt it in their skin.

— You.

So Pond engulfed him in another kiss, his restraints slipping through his fingers as he rose up, securing Phuwin who yelped, his big veiny arms holding him tight. The latter could only answer with the same intensity, the temptation yielded already, tilting his head to let Pond suck the air out of his lungs, while his legs wrapped behind Pond's back.

They barged into the corridor, still kissing, Pond walking them to his room, next to Dew's where Phuwin just slept last night. He felt the guilt coming right back into his chest, but Pond didn't let him think further when he pushed his back against the closed door that he just opened with a swift kick.

The kiss grew aggressive, Phuwin let his fingers gripped Pond's hair, leading him to his rhythm, his tempo. Saliva dripped from their mouth but it was honestly the least of their concern.

— You taste so good baby, I'm gonna fuck you so well, I promise.

Phuwin moaned in response, his body molded against Pond in a desperate way. He grew impatient and pouted, pushing himself back, the shameless words from Pond's mouth only making it hard for him to breathe correctly.

— Hurry!

The smirk on Pond's face went bigger, and he dove into Phuwin's neck, wet kisses trailing all over those sensitive parts that were making him aching and moaning.

Discovering his body was priceless.

He could have never gotten enough, he knew it.

— P-Pond... Ahh... Don't make hickeys I... I can't cover it.

He didn't listen, his tongue sucked the wet skin, and his biting only deepened when Phuwin tilted his head to let him have more access, trembling from head to toe at the contact of his tongue right here.

Everything felt too good.

When Pond was satisfied, he pulled back slightly, his smirk still here.

— You look so fucking mine now.

— That's... hmmpf...

His contestations got swallowed into Pond's mouth again and he groaned, his fingers pulling slightly on Pond's hair. His back finally left the door when the oldest walked away from it, holding Phuwin so tightly he wasn't even scared if they could fall.

They wouldn't.

Pond dropped him gently on his mattress, immediately joining him even if Phuwin just stole all the oxygen left in his body. They kissed, again and again, now way more desperate.

Phuwin bit the flesh of his lip, pulling slightly while opening his eyes, locking their gaze together, before letting go of his mouth. Pond could only hear all of his restraints shattered once again. And unconsciously, Pond thrusted anew, making both their desires collide with urgency. He moaned louder. And Phuwin whimpered, looking at him with glossy eyes filled with too much desire.

— Are you sure? asked Pond again, barely raising his voice, incapable of doing so.

— Y-Yes... Please...

Please?

Pond lost it. His head fell down, kissing Phuwin once more, like it would never be sufficient. One of his hands slipped under Phuwin's t-shirt who ached at the warm contact, letting him discover his skin with eagerness. While the other lifted up to his neck, caressing it slowly before pressing softly around, not enough to choke him but enough to drive Phuwin crazy.

— Arh! Pond, fuck, Pond.

Hearing his own name being moaned out loud did nothing to ease the burning passion he felt inside, neither did it ease the pressure in his dick, which kept growing upon touching him, hearing him, making him whimper, squirming, and moaning. God... Phuwin was driving him seriously insane. A fucking living sin. How could he have ever resisted?

How? Like seriously.

— Keep moaning baby, I love it so much. Your voice is so pretty. I want to make you scream.

Phuwin could only shivered, his eyes closing while he whimpered without control, his whole body feeling alive under Pond's touch, mastered hands that were caressing his stomach, lifting up to his nipples, grazing slowly before he felt two fingers pinching it. He tensed up, his chest heaving up as he bit his bottom lip to blood to avoid a lewd scream to leave his mouth. They weren't alone in this house, they were still maids wandering around, he couldn't just let himself lose it so openly.

Pond, who kept looking at him, concentrating on each of his expressions, wasn't having it. He let the hand that wasn't pinching Phuwin's nipple out, to lift it up to his face, and gently pressure Phuwin's lips so he would let go of the flesh he was biting on so hard.

— Don't do that baby, it hurts.

— F-Fuck...

— Scream baby, scream.

Phuwin shot him a glare and Pond chuckled, sincerely. In that second, Pond thought to himself that Phuwin looked like an angry kitten, before he lifted up his t-shirt which was driving up every second his fingers were playing with his nipple.

When Phuwin moaned too loud at the second pinch, his eyes closed themselves while the redness on his nape spread, embarrassed by the sounds he was making. He wasn't a virgin and yet, it felt like it was the first time someone ever touched him like this. So good. So fucking good. It was as if he was discovering the carnal pleasure, the real one, the one that was making him feel so sensitive that he felt like he could come just by being touched like this, so well, relentlessly.

Pond was too good with this, he almost felt jealous.

— Strip, Pond, I'm not supposed to be the only one naked.

The latter grinned.

In one swift motion he pulled back, frowning too at the sudden loss of contact, though he still took the time to toss his own shirt over his arms, throwing it away faster than lightning before coming back on top of him, smirking.

Phuwin felt a wave of heat rushed over him, his eyes scanning down, without a single care if he was practically salivating at the sight.

— Like the view baby?

— Fuck you're so... huge.

Like, their size difference was crazy.

Phuwin wasn't so small himself, but next to Pond, he was forced to admit there was indeed a difference. He wasn't even short, even if Pond was taller, it was only five centimeters. Not so much. And yet, like this, Pond just looked so damn huge.

His broad shoulders, his toned abs, his lean waist, that perfect V-line. Heat coiled in his stomach, overflowing, before, impossible to restrain himself, he let his hand slowly touch the skin of Pond's chest.

Pond was looking right at him—the way he was once again biting his lip, the way he was devouring him entirely with his darkened eyes, touching him with such a gentleness he felt like he was slowly becoming dizzy. Pond shivered hard when Phuwin's hand slid down slowly on his stomach, his eyes following the contraction of his abs. Pond restrained his moan, exhaling out loud with difficulty, while he tried to control himself, even if honestly, he was just totally losing it.

He felt so under the influence of Phuwin it was almost hurting.

Almost terrifying.

Yet, he trusted him.

Every touch, every look, and when his entire body tensed up while he couldn't contain the moan from leaving his mouth when Phuwin slid his hand down to his visible bulge, pressing gently against it—Pond's face fell down on Phuwin's shoulder, hiding himself from the pleasure he suddenly felt striking through him with intensity.

— Ahh... Phuwin...

The latter shivered hearing Pond's vulnerable voice.

— Want me to take it in my mouth?

— Fuck yes...

And so Phuwin pushed him, straddling Pond when his ass hit the bed as well. They looked at each other, reassuring, asking, before Pond let out a shaky chuckle as he nodded to the silent "Are you sure?" Phuwin murmured.

— You know, I already dreamed about this before... admitted Pond.

Phuwin tilted his head, not getting what he meant.

— You might not know but you've caught my attention way before yesterday. The first time we met... God... I was already imagining how it would feel to pin you down against me, or on top of me.

— The night I yelled at you? exhaled out Phuwin, surprised.

For him, their first meeting wasn't exactly a fairy tale. He was too drunk and too worked up to remember even the name of the guy who was insulting his best friend.

Now, he was sitting on the lap of that same guy who annoyed him that night. Crazy how fast life changes huh?

— You're a masochist. I really wanted to end you that night.

— God... trembled Pond, a shaky chuckle leaving his mouth again. And to think that all I was thinking about was how good you smell when you slapped me. I must have gone really crazy... I even told Dew I would pick him up every time he would party just to have a glimpse of you every damn night back then.

— You're... obsessed.

— Forget the blowjob, I wanna fuck you now.

Phuwin didn't even have the time to acknowledge anything that a yelp escaped his mouth when Pond lifted him up in the air by his big strong hands still holding his waist, just to pull down his shorts by one swift motion, his boxer driving down at the same time. The cold air of the room hit his exposed skin and he shivered, naked, whimpering when Pond also let his jogging drive down, battling a bit with it before letting Phuwin fall bare on his naked lap, now feeling Pond's dick caressing his butt.

He bit down a moan

— Tug that into your mouth.

His own t-shirt. Phuwin shivered to his controlling tone, listening immediately, taking in his mouth the only clothes he was wearing. He did not leave Pond's eyes in the process, addicted to sensing that the latter was also losing his mind at the sight.

— Fuck, so obedient. I'll prepare you okay?

Phuwin could only nod, his own dick throbbing to the lust glistening in their eyes.

Pond swiftly opened the nightstand drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube and a packet of condom. He groaned when he felt Phuwin grinding on his thigh, pleasuring himself, so impatient. And so, he didn't wait to glisten his fingers with lube, his own patience wearing thin as he kept feeling Phuwin moving against him, moaning right next into his ears.

— You fucking little sin.

— Arhh...

— You ready baby?

— Y-Yes.

Phuwin was so exposed, his voice so lewd, Pond felt like he could come just hearing him and sensing him grind on his own thigh. Seriously... Every wrong paths that led him to this little pretty man that he was about to fuck were totally worth it.

To hell with his morals, he wasn't a saint, he never was.

— Ahh, Pond, fuck...

Phuwin's head fell on his shoulders when he entered one finger into his tight hole. Pond groaned in response, his dick throbbing painfully. With his other unoccupied hand, he gripped Phuwin's waist and pushed him close against his chest, making him moan louder, as he was taking all of his big finger so well.

He rapidly added a second, sensing Phuwin taking this one easily. Both of his fingers stretched him open, and Phuwin started breathing hard, his insides taking Pond's fingers so perfectly it felt like he could cum from just this.

As for Pond, it wasn't much easier.

Feeling how well Phuwin was taking his fingers turned him on ever more and blood rushed to his south with terrifying intensity. Phuwin was pressed all against him, his moans that he tried to restrain were only growing louder, shallow, messier.

Pond added another finger, stretching him even more. He really couldn't wait to fuck him, the sound of his fingers thrusting into Phuwin's hole so lewd he bit the inside of his cheek to control himself.

— Ahh, Pond, Ah... W-Wait if you... AH!

He thrusted in harder, listening to every one of Phuwin's choked moans. Found it. The spot that would make Phuwin scream his name. Pond kept on thrusting inside, faster, occasionally stretching as well, relentlessly. Phuwin was burning under all the sensations and everything around him started spinning. He was a mess. A whole fucking mess. And Pond's fingers were so good he started lifting himself up and down.

Pond groaned louder when he saw him move by himself to hit his fingers deeper, faster, and Phuwin screamed out loud when he felt Pond bite his exposed shoulder. The t-shirt Phuwin was biting on was dripping with saliva and Pond snapped.

— Too much mhh... Pond... Please...

— Y-Yeah baby?

His voice was anything but steady.

— F-Fuck me pleas- AH!

Pond just thrusted harder, hitting his prostate perfectly, right on the spot, making Phuwin cry out loudly. To hell if the maids could hear them, Pond didn't care about anything other than the man who kept jumping up and down on his fingers.

— E-Enough.

— Want me baby?

— Please...

Pond's jaw clenched as he retired his glistening fingers from his now stretched hole, ready to welcome him. He was seriously too tensed up, turned on to the impossible by Phuwin. He wasn't exactly sure if he could keep up with how tense he felt, but he would try, at least, to ruin him so he would only remember him even after.

So he would only think about him even after.

That's all that mattered.

Without waiting for anything else, Pond lifted him up a bit, positioning himself to align his cock to his entrance. He bit down his lip, feeling Pond teasing him, before biting so hard that it really started to hurt. Pond couldn't even think about anything else except the fact that Phuwin was on top of him, as he wanted him to be for so long, and that he was about to penetrate him. Phuwin noticed his gaze and groaned, impatient, while Pond smiled again. But a yelp escaped the latter when he felt Phuwin pushing his hand behind his nape, to kiss him breathless, once more, again, without any transition.

Now, Pond felt like it was Phuwin who was teasing his cock, as the latter kept moving on top of him, while his tongue swirled around his, making Pond growl dangerously. He tried to hold his waist to keep himself sane, but Phuwin broke the kiss slightly, breathless, lifting himself up before sitting down very slowly on his dick. Blood seemed to rush even more to his south as Pond gripped his waist harder and bit the inside of his cheeks to blood, trying not to lose it, trying not to push him right away on his throbbing dick, his control clearly washing away even if the last thing he'd do would be to hurt Phuwin.

Pond sighed, in relief, in pleasure, in a moan, the exhilarating sensation of feeling his dick captured by Phuwin's burning hole, making him lose it a little bit every second until Phuwin fully penetrated himself on him. Pond felt everything from here; his need to make him beg for it, as his need to release every single restraint he tried so hard to keep to himself to actually let Phuwin adjust to him. The latter's hands were gripping his broad shoulders so hard as he let out a slight moan, half-pleasured, half-wincing.

It took a lot of self control for Pond to not just push him up and down like his dick desperately wanted him to do so.

— Ah...

— You're so fucking tight, Pond moaned, incapable of resisting any more second to the warmth around his length, pressuring just enough.

— And you're so fucking huge! Phuwin scolded, the shirt in his mouth dropping with his own saliva back on his stomach. What are you even eating to be that huge?

If Pond wasn't so lost in the pressure around his cock, he'd certainly laugh. But right now, his primal instincts wouldn't let him. Pond wanted him to move, to pleasure himself, and to pleasure him, but he couldn't do just as he pleased because he still felt like Phuwin was struggling with how huge his cock was.

One of Pond's hands released his waist, and lifted to his back, soothing the skin, appealing him in getting more comfortable. He bit down his tongue when he felt Phuwin moving just a little, before he stopped himself, wincing once again.

Pond was sweaty and hotter than he expected, his breathing ragged as the minutes slowed down, he tried finding his eyes and realized they were already teary. Pond bit down every primal need inside of him to gently lift his hand to his cheek, soothing the skin like he did on his back.

Phuwin's gaze fell on him and if he didn't have any ounce of self control, Pond would have cummed right here. Phuwin was making him feel so sensitive, his big round eyes filled with lust. And need. Need.

— Relax yourself, baby. You're taking me so well but relax...

Phuwin looked furious, but furious in a way that made him look like he just wanted Pond to unleash the beast. God... He was, in fact, shutting him up by having himself sit up on Pond, still not moving enough to satisfy the burning knot in their stomach.

Pond's hand on his cheek fell back on his waist. He gripped, and Phuwin opened his mouth without a sound getting out but Pond could feel just how sensitive he was to his every touch. Good, fucking good.

Eventually, he tried to move again, and this time, Pond felt himself closing his eyes to moan out loud. Feeling Phuwin lifting himself up from his dick was making him whimper before he could even stop himself. Phuwin felt so good, his hole clenching slightly around his dick, his slutty tiny waist so desperately held by his own hands, which Pond forced himself not to control because Phuwin needed to adjust slowly first.

Seriously... He was too good, Pond was losing his mind. And when Phuwin pushed himself down again, without warning, it was a big loud moan that escaped Pond's mouth—who had to clasp himself with his hands still resting on Phuwin's waist.

— Ah... Baby...

Phuwin bit down his lip again, blood invading his mouth as he felt himself relaxed by the sounds he was getting out of this arrogant mouth of Pond. Messed up under him like this, the latter didn't exactly look like the prideful guy he met months ago.

No, instead, Pond looked like he was losing it entirely.

And the sight made Phuwin fueled with a feeling of satisfaction that contrasted with anything he ever felt before.

With much more confidence, he lifted himself up, before sliding back on Pond's dick which was still so proudly up and still so proudly huge it hurted just slightly. But Phuwin liked it, he adapted himself just as fast, finding pleasure in taking him entirely, even if he was being slow with his movements, just to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself. And oh God how he loved feeling like Pond would wait for him to increase the pace even if he was getting frustrated with the pace. His moans multiplied, Phuwin's name resonating.

— Phuwin...

Barely a whisper, barely a breath.

— Mhh... is all he could answer.

— Can I... Can I lift you by myself now or... Arh... Fuck, can I take the lead now? You're okay, right?

Phuwin wanted to grin but a choked moan escaped his lips when he felt his walls stretching even better because of Pond's cock, the pleasure slowly building in his stomach, the heat slowly releasing with each of his movements, up and down.

But forced to say, it was too slow, even though he tried to lift himself up faster just to encounter Pond's cock even better, it wasn't enough. His strength weakened with the pleasure that was coiling in his lower stomach.

Now, everything felt too good. Especially taking Pond entirely. Especially making the latter grow impatient but nonetheless less careful.

He was gripping so hard on Phuwin's waist that the latter was wondering how he could keep himself in check like this and not just try to thrust up, like he did so well with his fingers just a moment before.

Pond was so considerate, so beautiful being ridden like this, his eyes closed, his nose scrunched up in frustration and pleasure all at once, his face expression showing off how restraintful he was being, how he was forcing himself to not take the lead, to not lift up his hips himself to encounter Phuwin faster. The vision was pure bliss and Phuwin cried out a moan while nodding.

— Y-Yes... Please...

He didn't know why he was begging, all he knew was the fact that he didn't regret it once when almost immediately, Pond started sliding his hips down swiftly while Phuwin was still having his ass displayed at the tip of his cock. The push inside made him scream, surprised but pleasured, intensively pleasured, his hole clenching around Pond's dick making him moan too. Even if his voice was more hoarse than anything now.

He breathed heavily as the hands on his waist started lifting him up, just to push him back down harder and faster. Phuwin was a mess, his head pushed back, his hands gripping the broad shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. The pleasure was so intense he felt his legs shaking and his breathing coming more and more ragged. It was so intense, something he never felt before, as if no one ever did that to him, as if Pond was the first one when he actually wasn't.

He felt like the first. He felt like something Phuwin could never get enough of. Something he could never get rid off either. The sensation was so damn intoxicating he wanted more, always more, always.

Their movements started getting sloppy as Pond watched him taking him entirely before forcing him to lift up quickly and get back down on his cock swiftly. He couldn't even talk anymore, he was a mess just like Phuwin looked. Disheveled, out of mind, drowning into the pleasure he was getting, his eyes teary, his mouth open, the saliva dripping on his jaw, his gaze lost in lust, in the control Pond was having over his entire body.

The latter groaned, accelerating his movements, thrusting up, his dick hitting the prostate that made Phuwin whimper, and scream, and beg for more. He was completely lost in the pleasure and Pond didn't know what to do with himself anymore. Phuwin was riding him so well, was taking him so well, that he felt like he could cum really fast. But he didn't slow down or back down, no, to hell this, he wanted to take Phuwin like this, precise, fast, and hard.

The sounds in the room grew louder and lewd, Phuwin was basically jumping on his dick, sliding Pond's cock into his hole, wet and hot, riding him like he never knew he could. His mind was blank with lust, he was seeing stars with every thrust Pond was giving him, with how fast he was getting him sitting entirely on his dick. They weren't moving in sync, too lost into each other, too consumed by the sensation of having sex, but little did they know, their pleasure was getting at the brick of exploding.

Each thrust, each touch, each moan. Exhilarating, sensational, obsessive. Never did Pond let Phuwin go off his hands, and kept pushing him up and down, down and up, effortlessly, making him take his dick inch by inch, while thrusting to hit his prostate perfectly. They were both a mess, they were both whimpering, they were both feeling the heat boiling in their stomach about to release, but they never backed down, not even the slightest.

— God... Fuck, you're basically sucking my dick in now, Phuwin. Ah, Fuck! You feel so, so good.

— Ahh Pond... Mhh... Pond!

Hearing his own name being moaned out loud like this made Pond almost reach his climax while going faster. He knew he wouldn't last long with how tense he was just by preparing him, but damn, he expected to not reach it so soon. He wanted to fuck him more, for the entire day even, even when he knew it was impossible.

He groaned, one of his hands reaching between them as he accelerated the pace, making Phuwin a whimpering mess even more. A scream escaped the latter as he felt Pond wrapping his hand around his own throbbing dick that was already licking with precum ooze. While the other gripped his ass and made him go up and down faster than he was already being.

Phuwin's legs were shaky, barely having any strength left. He could only surrender to the new found pace, the hand on his ass guiding him, while his mind was exploding with stars, with an incoherent need of Pond ruining him entirely. Though, they were both ruined right now.

At some point, he couldn't follow anymore and his head fell down onto Pond's shoulders who seemed to understand because he almost immediately lifted him up, but this time, it was to plop him against the mattress, his back hitting the bed softly while sensing Pond hovered over him, on top of him, his gaze glistening with something he would have never expected from Pond.

Need.

He needed Phuwin. He needed him.

— AH! Pond! Oh my... Oh fuck!

Pond thrusted into him hard, not waiting for anything else anymore. Phuwin screamed, surprised, but also diving back into the intense feeling he was already having by riding him just a second ago. He gasped, moaned, then his nails dug into Pond's back as the latter accelerated again, opening his legs with his hands and steading them on his thighs. He was entirely controlling him and at the same time it felt like he was the one losing all his control. Phuwin couldn't make any coherent sentences and kept moaning, his pleasure reaching a certain point, dangerously close to the finish line.

— I- I'm gonna...

Pond dived into his neck, knowing why Phuwin was trying to warn him. It didn't make him stop his movements, thrusting back and forth with all the need in the world, but he still took the time to kiss his neck, savouring the hot skin underneath him, savouring him entirely. He was so addictive. So sensitive, also.

— I'm gonna cum too...

Pond tried to keep his voice steady but clearly it was just a breathing ragged, desperate.

— To-Together, pleaded Phuwin.

— I know!

Pond gritted his teeth thrusting unrelentless as one of his hands slid back down, wrapping Phuwin's dick, and moving up and down just like the latter's ass was doing a few minutes ago.

It was sloppy, erratic, they knew they were both close, their hearts beating in unison, screaming each other's name. Pond lifted his face and let his mouth crash against his, Phuwin opening wide to keep up his breathing even if he couldn't. They kissed, completely messed up to the point the kiss was just a clash of teeth and tongue and dripping saliva, but it was as exhilarating as Pond's thrust, until they finally reached their climax.

Pond cummed in the condom with a groan, his eyes closing to savor the feeling of being deep buried in Phuwin's hole that was still clenching and pressuring harder around his cock with his release.

The latter came in between their stomachs, glistening their abs with a warm liquid he was slowly but surely getting embarrassed about. His ass was so wet, his muscles so tensed up, and the sounds he was making so lewd he barely recognized himself. He had never gotten such a thrill, ever. And he wasn't even a virgin, to say.

It was as if Pond multiplied the sensation of having sex, of being ruined, and at the same time, of being cared for. It had been such a way to reach his high that he couldn't form any sentence or any thought coherently. He felt the knot in his stomach slowly unravel but that did nothing to make him think straight. He had never been fucked that way. But God, he already wanted more.

Phuwin took a deep breath, trying to come down his high slower, and Pond did the same, buried in his neck, not saying anything yet. Neither of them wanted to break the moment, so they stayed silent, savouring everything until the very end.

— Pull out, Nara.

Pond felt his entire body shiver at the way he called him Nara for the first time, though he didn't say a thing and pulled out, still deep buried. They both moaned at the last sensation lingering when he did, even if it was more whispers than screams.

— You okay? Pond immediately inquired while taking the condom off his dick and throwing it into the bin next to the nightstand.

Phuwin could only nod, suddenly feeling so small, suddenly having a look back at what they just did.

— Turn on your stomach.

— Huh?

— Turn around, trust me.

His voice was softer than what Phuwin expected, though he didn't exactly know what he actually expected.

Maybe that Pond would have acted like a jerk? Telling him to dress up and go away? Or maybe it was him, who was feeling like he never was supposed to be laying in this bed, especially not after being fucked this way, so well.

He obeyed, his cheeks flushing for other reasons than the previous heat, anticipation coiling.

But he didn't exactly expect to find Pond's fingers tracing the curve of his back, his muscles, so gently, before massaging his lower back without even being asked. Phuwin turned his head when he understood, trying to decipher Pond who shrugged slowly and replied with a casual tone.

— It will soothe the pain.

— But why? asked Phuwin, feeling confused about such after care.

— To soothe the pain, dummy.

Pond's voice was soft and innocent, even if they both knew that wasn't the real answer of the question.

But then, they stopped talking, Phuwin letting Pond massaging him slowly, right until he started to close his eyes, and disappearing into Morpheus's arms.

Pond was really good at this, he couldn't help but notice.

It almost made Phuwin want him more.

Almost.