Work Text:
After being for so long in the industry, you'd think Phuwin has seen it all in context with fashion and dressing up.
"What the fuck is this?"
Yeah, he hasn't, infact, seen it all.
"Khun, I swear it'll look good, just let me tie it up."
"You've gotta be kidding me... This looks like I'm about start giving people Karate lessons, in a fucking suit at that!"
Phuwin does NOT have a very pleasing reaction when he hears Pond's discreet laugh from somewhere behind the curtains.
"Stop laughing, will you? I know your sleep deprived ass approved it on my behalf as well, yesterday night." He gives a disapproving look to the wardrobe assistant but waddles over like a penguin anyway.
"Not my fault you were passed the fuck out on the set, Lookpeach..." Pond's voice floats over, riling Phuwin up even more. If not for the assistant holding him in place stubbornly with that red piece of whatever around his waist, he'd have manifested in front of Pond right about now to smack the hell out of his big big shoulders.
"Get a grip on that mouth of yours, Pond," Phuwin yells loud enough for the other party to hear and then goes murmuring the rest of, "or so help me God..."
Little did present-day Phuwin know that God infact did not help his future self.
The staff is used to their stupid bickering and a bucket load of orbiting around each other so they really don't care about Phuwin's side-eye or Pond's teasing, going on about their designated activities like a normal Tuesday at work.
Interestingly, this isn't going to be a normal Tuesday, atleast not for the two obvious people involved.
"Okay, it's done. Let's take a five and you can get comfortable with the outfits in the meantime. If you face any issues, let me know, will fix it then." And with those words of the stylist, all of the crew disperses, leaving only Pond and Phuwin in the spacious green room.
Having gotten the make-up done, Pond finally sets his phone down and walks into the main area beyond the separating curtains.
And maybe Phuwin was incredibly right and that Pond should indeed have given the outfit selection, a bit more thought before approving.
"What?" Phuwin did hear the shuffle of shoes so he knows Pond walked in, but that prolonged quiet has him turning around to shake Pond out of whatever reverie he was in.
What?
Have you never seen a snatched as fuck waist of a man as breathtaking as Phuwin and on top of that, that waist being cinched with a red, very RED SASH on a black sleeveless suit?
Pond just did.
And that line, 'Get a grip, Khun Thee'...
Yeah...
It's about to haunt Khun Pond.
"Y-you...", Pond's voice comes out so trash, he violently clears his throat before continuing, '"Yours is still– still a little red on all black. Mine's a whole bright red suit. Have some mindfulness here, Phuwin."
Fuck mindfulness!
His own mind's full of unspeakable things right now.
"Mindfulness, my ass! I get why corsets ought to go out of everyday fashion. This shit is weirdly snug." Phuwin curses lowly to himself.
And our sweet Pond...
Sweet, sweet Pond...
As if on autopilot, his mouth blurts, "They shouldn't if I get to obsess over that tiny waist of yours..."
Oh no no no no nono nonono nononono
"You like it?"
"Hmm?"
Hmmmmmm...
Hmm?!?!?!?
Before Pond could gather his 5 brainless to align their chakras into a meaningful thought process, Phuwin is already 3 hair strand's breadth away from him.
Ah, prior to that, here's some important information.
Phuwin likes Pond.
Has liked him for quite a while now
3 years, if we are being nonchalant.
5, if we are being generous.
But due to their line of work, he's been visiting a therapist to regulate it all, instead of confessing (and getting rejected, says Phuwin) like a normal human being.
Is the professionally aided regulation working, you may wanna know.
It's not, says Phuwin again.
What starts with a P and ends with a T?
Readers: Psychologist
Phuwin: Pervert
That's the summary.
At this point, feelings be damned, Phuwin just wants to get railed by that 185 cm tall obnoxiously oblivious Phi of his.
Coming back to present, he's gonna TRY TO GET RAILED, GOD BLESS HIM.
"I said, do you like this belt trying to choke my waist into oblivion?"
"Is-is it... Is it too tight?"
All hail this man and his ability to care even while standing at the door of sin.
Phuwin wants to snatch his own hair into baldness.
Why is this Phi soooooooo stupid???
"Check for yourself..."
"Wh-"
"Pond, yes it is tight. So yes, feel it a bit and help me loosen it without undoing it. Yeah?" Phuwin will get what he wants, atleast today he'll try his hardest, decorum be damned.
Without undoing it, he says.
WITHOUT UNDOING IT, HE SAYS.
Because Pond wants to do nothing but undo that thing and wrap his own arms around that slutty tiny waist and do things to this beautiful kitty cat of a human.
Things that'll mark that fair waist so red, no red fucking piece of cloth could ever compete.
Apparantly, or rather, evidently, Pond also likes Phuwin.
"Are you sure? We can wait for..." rest of the words vanish in thin air when Phuwin's glossed lips glide over Pond's ear and goes, "Phi Pond, please... I cannot wait."
Fuck professionalism, we cheer out loud as Pond's hand tugs Phuwin even closer by the sash, eliciting a scandalous gasp from him, music to Pond's ears, and fuel to his...
Say it, I dare you!
Fine, to his dick. There, you have it.
Absolutely taking advantage of the proximity, Phuwin's nose traces over Pond's neck, inhaling that delicious earthy scent of his skin mixed with perfume. "Fuck... You smell even better up close, I wanna lick you so bad."
The way his words stumble out with a subtle vibration in them, you'd think he's in heat.
He might be.
Who knows!
The words 'Phuwin, what are you doing? Are you sure? Is this okay? What next?' absolutely die on the tip of Pond's tongue like useless bacteria after a mouthwash upon hearing that from Phuwin.
And the 'Fuck professionalism' was about to do a second round when there's three successive knocks on the door.
"Not now... Fuck my Life!" Phuwin's drops his head heavily on Pond's shoulder, the interruption almost becoming his 13th reason.
However, "Ten more minutes please! Y'all can go around the mall and have fun. Snacks on me", is what he last hears before he's dragged like a ragdoll and pinned to the wall right next to the door heavily.
After that, Phuwin's brain exists chat entirely at the filthy, rough and almost aggressive dance of Pond's tongue around his own.
Oh, that escalated real fucking quick?
It didn't, Phuwin timeskipped out of sheer joy.
And perversion, he adds.
"God, I wanted to kiss you like this since the very first time I kissed you all those years ago." Pond rasps in between, the only few milliseconds that Phuwin gets to suck in a breath or two before he's devoured again.
Pond's hands, despite all that intensity, still cradle Phuwin's face softly, maneuvering it to his whim to get the deepest whimpers out of the younger man's throat.
He sucks hard on Phuwin's lower lip, almost on verge of nipping it but then, all hail that one brain cell, remembers they have a public event in next god-awful 15 minutes.
But Phuwin's nerves are all on fire, none functional. So he goes full throttle in practically drinking up Pond entirely, one hand clutching his hair like lifeline while the other wanders down to the obvious bulge, caressing it over the fabric.
This has Pond take the reigns in his hands, literally, because he snatches Phuwin's arm, snaking his way into Pond's trouser, up and pins it to the wall behind, all the while being entwined with that sharp tongue, sucking it, licking it, swallowing up all of the excess saliva, not a drop dripping down as spare.
"Phu-Phuwin... We have- Fuck..." It's hard to speak when your little menace is still going all out and trying to rub your painfully hard dick with his knees, showing no mercy or shame. "Stop it we have to go out right about now, Phuwin."
Does it register in Phuwin's brain?
"You are so hard for me Phi, just fuck me already..."
It doesn't not register in Phuwin's brain.
"Shit... Shit... You cannot say stuff like that right now, Phu. I'm so fucking hard and so fucking doomed." Pond might as well cry.
Oh heavens! Please save Khun Nara.
And yet again, the three knocks from hell return.
"Khun Pond, Khun Phuwin, the organisers said there's a bit of delay in the schedule because the inauguration guests are stuck in traffic. You can relax. We'll let you know once everything's ready."
Oh heavens!!!
"Well, thank-you. How much time do we have?" Pond does not trust his voice a single bit, but someone has to step up or their careers will be thrown to hellfire if that door opens.
It won't because he's locked it, but just in case.
"Around 20 minutes."
"Thanks, if that's all, you may take your leave. We would like to-" Pond almost groans at a particular sharp knead from Phuwin, forcing him to tighten his grip on the younger's wrist while digging his other hand into his thigh, and whisper with gritted teeth, "Phu, darling, wait a second. I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll forget your name!"
"Khun? Are you there?" The person beyond the door repeats when Pond stops talking midway only to receive a, "Wanna take a quick nap, don't disturb. Thanks!" followed by the noise of bottles falling and papers rustling. Without thinking much, they go away, fortunately.
A delight to Phuwin's heat addled mind.
Clearing out the the spare table, Pond lays Phuwin on top of it, the purposeful clinking of metal buckles on his belt adding to the urgency. Patience might be Pond's best virtue at the moment as he gets Phuwin's trouser buttons to open, trying his best not rip them off.
It honestly doesn't help when Phuwin yanks him down by his collar and gives wet open mouth kisses all over his neck, sniffing and licking and biting sometimes.
"What's gotten you so fucking horny?" Pond quips, finally getting his fingers wrapped around Phuwin's deliciously leaking dick after sliding off the pants to keep them for soiling. A hiss leaves the younger man's lips when his bare thighs are suddenly met with the cold of the table top.
At the slow yet deliberate touch of that large and warm palm on his tip, Phuwin almost whimpers loudly, if not for Pond shutting him up by shoving two of fingers in his mouth.
"You know what to do, don't you, darling?" And Phuwin does know because the next moment, his tongue is all around those two digits of Pond, religiously soaking them with his saliva and almost gagging when Pond shoves them deep into his throat and out rhythmically, finger fucking his mouth.
And Phuwin loves it. Not a trace of dislike or surprise appears on that beautiful flushed face of his, as per Pond's observation.
A win, he guesses.
"Fuck, you look so debauched already. If I actually were Khun Thee, your husband, not an hour would go by without making you scream my name in pleasure." Pond says, his hands swiftly moving to get his own dick out of his pants, giving it few slow rubs.
At that, Phuwin grips Pond's wrist to move the fingers out, a string of saliva still connecting them like red thread of fate, "All words and no deeds. Tch... You can't-" The rest of the statment never sees the light of day when Pond's thick, oozing and burning hot dick glides across Phuwin's own in quick aggressive strokes.
"Yeah?" Pond's question is accompanied with his wet fingers drawing circles around Phuwin's pulsing rim, making him gasp at the sensation of foreign fingers.
Or rather, fingers from his numerous and filthiest wet dreams.
The dicks rubbing together almost has Pond wanting to slide it into the waiting warmth of Phuwin's insides but he keeps patience, not wanting to hurt his little menace. When he feels the rim relaxed enough, he looks at Phuwin, who nods subtly, getting the meaning behind the look at a glance.
Oh, the perks of having a strong understanding of each other's physical and emotional cues.
Sliding one finger in slowly, Pond continues with his earlier deranged poetics, "So warm, so soft... Thee would have fucked you on every inch of that long dining table every single day...", sighing in want at the pliant softness served up under him.
All that Khun Thee's dirty talk, much to Phuwin's surprise, goes straight to his hole, clenching and unclenching around Pond's fingers now moving in and out at a faster pace.
Adding another finger in, Pond continues, having caught on to Phuwin's reactions to his words, "Would have eaten you out on the kitchen slab while you made breakfast... Would have you bounce on my cock silly in the balcony, crying my name out loud... Fuck you are sucking me in so tight, Phuwin... You like it so much? Yeah?"
"Fuck yes, Pond... Fuck me harder... Make me ride your cock in the garden, out in the open under the stars. Ah fuck yes, there... Fuck me, Phi Pond!" Phuwin all but grabs Pond's shirt as he feels a liquid pool of pleasure slowly building up in his lower abdomen.
Having been pulled closer by the kitty's clutches, Pond teases Phuwin, whispering seductively in his raspy and slightly breathy voice, "Gonna fuck your sassy mouth, choking your throat up... Will make my cock sink in your hole deep, fill you up with my cum, all hot and wet, have you ride it all in, sloshing around inside you... Ugh– Fuck I can't hold it it any more, Phuwin... Wanna fuck you... Can I?" He anyway grabs the aloe vera gel lying nearby, carelessly strewn on the floor due to his earlier shenanigans and lathers up his cock nice and wet.
No hurting his kitty, although a menace, in this economy.
"I'm ready, I'm fucking ready, Pond, just shove your fucking cock in me now!" And Phuwin all but screams, people outside be damned, when Pond fills him up almost entirely with half his length, and he isn't even in a state of mind to think where the other half will go.
"FUCK... Feels so tight, Phu... You feel so so good around me... So warm and wet..." Pond, unable to think straight anymore, actually bites Phuwin's neck softly at utmost pleasure and gratification, waiting for Phuwin's breathing to normalise a bit before he attempts for the rest of his dick to go in.
"I... You... Pond–ngh..." The words, or whines, come out as broken as it can be. "Phi Pond, you are so... so big..."
"Yeah? There's more, wanna feel it too?"
"Gimme all of it... Want you in me so deep..." Phuwin says, dazed and fucked out already.
Pond watches those lashes flutter incoherently, with wetness sticking to it like jewels shining under moonlight, when he slides the rest of it in with a groan.
"Shit... Feels so full, Pond..." Phuwin's words choke in his throat, coming out with difficulty due to the physical overwhelm, making Pond's brows furrow a bit.
"You are holding your breath, Phu. You wanna stop? I-"
"Fuck no! Give me a minute... Just a few... Yeah?"
"Take as many, Darling! Whenever you are ready..."
Take as many– God bless the event starting in next few minutes of the earlier extended time limit.
A few laboured deep breaths later, Phuwin taps Pond's arm in approval.
And Pond swears on his three generations of bloodline that he's never felt as satisfied in his 25 years of life as he feels right now, moving his cock to and fro, sliding along the soft walls of his...
His friend???
His crush??
His situationship?
His... His...
His Darling!!
"Feels so good, so hot in me, Pond. Fuck yes, fuck me right there... I've dreamt of this so many nights... So many nights of jerking, ah, Phi, too deep..." Phuwin's eyes nearly roll back up at the now deep and fast strokes of Pond's veiny and thick cock, hitting him inside in all the right places.
"You jerked off to me?" Pond's reaction comes significantly later, brain empty, cock busy in pumping into the now dark pinkish hole, the lubricants mixed with tiny spurts of precum leaking through the sides of where the two of them connect, skin to skin.
The sight has Pond even more horny and turned on, wanting to tear off the clothes from Phuwin's soft and dainty yet strong body and ravish the man entirely, devour him, mark him and make him sob out of sheer orgasmic bliss.
"Phi... Pond... Yes- yes I did. I rubbed my cock thinking it's you doing it... Fucked my ass with my- with my fingers, thinking it's you fucking me raw and hard..."
Listening to it doesn't help at all, as Pond roughly bunches up all of Phuwin's shirt dress above his waist with shaky fingers and knead his now bare skin red with marks, fucking him raw, harder and gradually pacing up, "Yeah? Does it compare to the real thing, hm?" And he goes in with so much force so that Phuwin has to grip the table's edge to keep himself from sliding off despite Pond's strong grip on his hips.
Phuwin's not complaining though. All that comes out his throat is a litany of lewd curses and scandalous whimpers and cries. When mixed with Pond's breathy groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin, it's nothing sort of an orchestral ensemble, albeit only reserved for them.
Outsiders be damned.
Soon enough, an incessant ringing of Phuwin's phone in his shirt pocket has them slow down the pace.
"Who the fuck is it??" Pond murmurs, snaking his arm through Phuwin's jacket, and pulls out the device, only to have their manager's name display over it along with previously sent messages along the lines of "KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN OR YOU ARE GOING TO BE ON TOMORROW'S HEADLINES!"
Shit.
"What is it?" Phuwin squirms in annoyance, trying to move his own hips because this lousy idiot of his stopped moving, for fucks sake.
"Wanna finish this?"
"What the fuck you mean, Pond? Ofcourse I wanna–"
"Then keep your voice down or P'Ying's gonna barge in right about now and you'll be all hot and bothered for the rest of the event." Pond smirks, that warning from the manager barely dampening his mood.
"Why don't you get your own ass fucked with that marvelous cock and see if you can keep it down?" Phuwin snaps, mostly out of sheer frustration from the lack of movement down below.
"Oh Darling, don't worry. I'll help." Pond kisses away the tiny tear drop stuck on the side of Phuwin's eyes tenderly and the next moment, pulls him off the table in one rash move and pins him on it, chest down.
"What are you doing?" Phuwin feels some type of way, having his bare ass up in the air, but holy shit, the sex is good. Policing can come later.
Having that smooth fair butt cheeks to his mercy, Pond doesn't bother to answer with words but actions, shoving his entire length in one go.
And before Phuwin could scream like a little slut for him, which would be delightful on any other day, Pond clamps his palm over his mouth tightly, not letting a single sound out, only muffled groans and whines which somehow sound even more lewd to his ears.
Or he's just a horndog.
"Cannot risk the opportunity to fill you up all the way just cuz you won't stop whining out loud for me, Phu."
"Ngh–mphfff–unghh–" That's all the younger man produces as Pond screws his asshole in swift moves, hitting his prostate fair and square in every single stroke, every move making Phuwin's breath hitch and then climb up a notch.
Being on a time crunch, Pond switches the palm covering Phuwin's mouth and slides the now free hand soaked in saliva to the man's hard and painfully leaking dick, sliding up and down urgently.
The dual simulation definitely throws Phuwin off and his hand reaches back to pull Pond by his neck, nails digging into the skin at the overwhelming ecstacy.
"Wanna slap and mark your ass, Phu. You're so hot right now, it's driving me insane. Fuck, I'm so close... Wanna cum inside you... Please..." Pond's pathetically begging voice does things to Phuwin, sending him almost at the brink of release.
But he violently shakes his head, slapping away the hand holding down his voice.
"Fuckkkkk I'm–ah! I'm close too... Don't– ngh fuck Pond fuck fuck yes right there, fuck m–"
The words are immediately cut off with Pond kissing him shut by twisting Phuwin's neck at an angle odd enough to bother on a normal day but right now, those long fingers wrapped around his neck has him gasping into the kiss.
"Jeez I let go and you go on and on..." Pond says, between kisses and fucks and jerking his kitten off all at once.
"Don't cum inside... messy..." Phuwin then manages to say despite arching his back to meet the incoming cock as deep as possible. He doesn't really care enough but he really really really also wants that length to choke him good down his throat.
What fucking messy?
It's just the greed they talk about in...
Yeah...
"As you say, Phu..." Phuwin all but wants to laugh at this man's dog-like loyalty when it comes to him. He'll need to explore that in bed later, Pond's bed to precise.
And Phuwin's next sentence truly brings out the dog-in-rut from Pond. "Will suck you off clean, Phi Pond... Will be you little cockslut!"
Phuwin swears Pond just got even larger inside him.
"Phuwin Tangsakyuen, you are such a terrible terrible menace for me." It takes Pond two deep breaths, which Phuwin feels warm on his nape, and the next moment, he's a mess of sticky white fluid dripping all over his thighs and Pond's fingers still milking out whatever's left as he fucks into him at a stuttering yet animalistic pace, undeniably about to reach his own high.
Phuwin feels himself still shuddering from that earth shattering orgasm when he's pushed to his knees.
"Can't hold it in anymore, Phu, please..." Pond begs, despite given their position where he could easily manhandle Phuwin.
In the haze of bliss and hunger, Phuwin smirks proudly, having curated a man who's always at his disposal.
Phuwin doesn't utter any more words, for they are useless right now. And hence, all he does is roll his tongue out in want, looking into Pond's eyes with nothing but lust dripping down the corners of his eyes in the form of tiny leftover tear drops.
"Fuck!" And Pond does not wait, he can't even if he wants to, and clutches into Phuwin's perfectly set hair as he makes him swallow the entire length at once.
Not breaking the eye contact for even a single moment, Phuwin lets Pond roughhouse him and fuck his mouth sore. His mind momentarily wanders to all the different ways he could use to seduce his Phi Pond into letting him suck his massive dick next time.
Bad move!
Phuwin should not have let his thoughts go awry in the middle of a haphazard blowjob because he immediately chokes on that same dick he was thinking of, which urges Pond to stop moving immediately.
"Shit... Shit... Are you okay? I'm so— FUCK! Phuwin what the fuck!!!" The said man does not let Pond step a single toe into overthinking if he hurt him, urgently slurping his tongue around all that precum dripping off Pond's dick and hollows his jaws to accomodate him comfortably, completely.
"Fucking menace!" Pond snaps amidst his groans of pleasure. "Doing so good for me, Phu... You like my cock in your mouth, don't ya Darling?" And Phuwin all but nods like a fucked out idiot with brains only thinking of that massive length molding the insides of his throat to it's veiny shape, snug and wet.
And delicious, adds Phuwin, the pervert.
"Suck it good then, yeah? Want me to go deeper, hm? Want me to cum all over that sassy tongue of yours?" Those twinkling eyes are enough consent for Pond to put a hand behind Phuwin's head to support him and ram into him as he chases his own orgasm.
This time, Phuwin consciously feels his eyes roll back from all that intensity and yet he tries to not choke on Pond's dick again.
Priorities!
"Fuck I'm close. Just a bit more, yeah?" It feels too fucking good, because it's Phuwin around him, and Pond nearly loses it trying to hold back his moans. "So fucking close... Phuwin... Phu... I'm–I'm gonna cum, yeah? Fuck I'm– Ugh fuck!" And within a few more deep strokes, Phuwin is gulping down a load of salty and thick cum, looking too pleased with that red flush adorning his cheeks and his neck peeking through the disheveled shirt collar.
Not a drop is wasted as Phuwin licks everything clean, even milking out the remnants by giving the slowly softening penis a few finishing rubs.
Much to Pond's demise!
He absolutely cannot get another boner right now or God help him!
"Okay okay stop, stop being so fucking hungry, yeah? Darling, we absolutely cannot afford another session in here. If you keep doing that, we might as well cancel the event and have our heads delivered to the CEO." Pond yaps, pulling Phuwin off his dick and into his arms, kissing him deep.
The taste of his own semen should have been disgusting but Pond laps up everything inside like a hungry dog because when mixed with Phuwin's saliva, it nears the effect of a drug addictive enough for Pond to have withdrawal symptoms every 3 minutes.
Oddly and disgustingly poetic...
"You messed up my hair... Even my outfit... P'Sun will be mad as fuck." Phuwin complains, though his beautiful afterglow smile between the kisses doesn't really give that vibe.
"She shouldn't have cinched your waist in that red sash then..." Pond quips, grinning widely while his hand searches for tissues nearby.
__________
@ppwlover Phuwin is practically glowing in this event.
@pondphuwin7 Oh man, why's P'Ying looking so tired? Such a hardworking manager to our boys.
@naraverse Why's Pond hovering around Phuwin like a bee? He usually is all shy and bashful.
@phuwinsbedsheet Y'all, I know what changed. Phuwin's pregnant y'all.
Or atleast now we know, Pond tried to get him pregnant...! ;)