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“Negative!” Sailom says, bouncing through Kang’s bedroom doorway and falling onto his bed, phone in hand. He extends his arm out to show Kang something on the screen. “Negative, all clear, nothing.”
Kang, who's reclining against the pillows, sets down his Nintendo Switch and looks at the phone screen. It's displaying a bunch of official-looking acronyms in black and white. “What exactly am I looking at?” he asks.
“Test results from the clinic,” Sailom says, still thrusting his phone in Kang's face. "I'm squeaky clean." He brings the phone back towards him and scrolls through the various test results itemized in his report on the screen. "The nurse complimented my pee," he says proudly. "She said it's better than most people's."
Kang bursts into laughter. "How the hell is your pee better than most people's?"
"She said it's the right color!" Sailom insists. "She said most people these days are either over-hydrated or under-hydrated, but that I drink the ideal amount of water -"
Kang never finds out what else the nurse had told Sailom about his pee, because he's too busy tackling Sailom onto his back and wedging himself between Sailom's legs, kissing him through his laughter until he stops squirming indignantly and starts kissing Kang back.
Kang breaks away after a long moment. "So what you're saying is that I get to fuck you bareback," Kang whispers in Sailom's ear, before drawing his earlobe through his teeth and nibbling. Fucking Sailom without a condom was something that had been haunting Kang's most x-rated dreams for weeks. Sex with condoms was great - he has no complaints so far when it's comes to Sailom and sex - but something about the idea of being skin-to-skin, of coming inside Sailom without a barrier, scratches a psychological itch Kang has to possess Sailom in every way he can. His own doctor's office had called a couple days ago to report a clean bill of health, and Kang hasn't stopped thinking about what it'll be like when Sailom can feel Kang bare and feel him come inside of him.
"Mmmm, yes," Sailom moans, tilting his head to expose his neck to Kang's teeth and lips. "Yes, that is ultimately what I was getting at - ohhh -"
Kang moves his hips so their burgeoning erections are pressed against each other through their pants and swivels his groin gently, slowly building the friction. He continues until Sailom is moaning quietly, then drops his mouth down next to Sailom's ear again.
"I can't fucking wait to be inside you with nothing on," Kang whispers, fully intent on spending the next little while seducing and teasing Sailom until he's begging for Kang's cock.
"Yes," Sailom says. "Now. Right now." He rolls out from under Kang, stands up from the bed, and yanks off his shirt.
Kang laughs and follows suit, and by the time Kang is down to just his jeans, Sailom is completely naked and falling back onto the bed on his back. Kang slides his pants and underwear off and slowly crawls over Sailom, hooking his hands under his knees to spread his legs open. He slides his hands over Sailom's bare thighs down to cup his ass, and Sailom hums in satisfaction. Kang pushes Sailom's knees up to his chest and grabs the lube from the nightstand. He's stroking Sailom's hardening cock and getting ready to finger him open like always when Sailom goes and blows his fucking mind.
"Holy fuck, Sailom," Kang says hoarsely, his hand freezing on Sailom's erection, "are you wearing a plug in your ass?"
He looks at Sailom lying there on his back underneath him, exposed and flushed and breathy and biting his lip, and Kang feels such an intense wave of lust roll through him that he thinks he might pass out.
Sailom nods. "You like it?" he asks, almost shyly, which is absurd, because he's currently naked and spread open and Kang is jerking him off and getting ready to fuck him absolutely senseless.
"Fuck, yes," Kang whispers, reaching down between Sailom's ass cheeks to brush his fingers against the smooth metal base of the plug. "Fuck, baby, that's so fucking hot."
Sailom whines in pleasure when Kang resumes stroking his cock and presses his fingertips gently against the base of the plug, causing it to wiggle a little inside him. "I wanted to be ready for you," he whispers, a look of desperate pleasure on his face. "To - to celebrate."
His eyes are black with want, and Kang is absolutely, positively done for.
"Get up on your hands and knees," he croaks, and Sailom scrambles to comply, putting his back to Kang, which gives Kang an amazing view of Sailom's cute little ass with the base of the plug peeking out from where it's settled snugly inside him. "Fuck, I've never been so fucking turned on in my life," he moans, gripping the base of his own erection with one hand and massaging Sailom's ass with the other.
"Good," Sailom says over his shoulder. "Fuck me. I want your cock in me, I want you to come in me - oh my god Kang -"
Kang is fingering the base of the plug and moving it around inside of him in little circular motions. "Good or bad 'oh my god'?" he asks, pausing his ministrations to reach between Sailom's legs and start slowly, slowly working his cock again.
"Good, yes, good, keep doing - oooh fuck fuck fuck -" he arches his back as Kang traces his fingers around Sailom’s rim, where tight muscle grips smooth metal, and he’s gratified to feel the slipperyness of lube on his fingers. With the hand not currently occupied stroking Sailom's cock, Kang grips the base of the plug and works it out of Sailom's hole slowly, gently, taking cues from Sailom’s whimpering and the pulsing of his cock in Kang's hand. When the plug is almost all the way out Kang reverses the direction, pushing it back in, not all the way but just enough that he's stretched open around the widest part, and Sailom is making absolutely beautiful cries of pleading and desperation.
“Feels so good, god, feels so good, Kang,” he babbles, and Kang is heady with lust and feelings as he lets go of Sailom's cock and slides his hand up Sailom’s spine.
"You think you're ready?" he asks, stroking Sailom's back and pulling the plug free, dropping it on the bed next to them.
"Yes, I'm ready," Sailom says, "I'm ready, please, Kang…"
“You sure?” Kang says hoarsely. "I'm gonna fuck you nice and hard, baby, and you’re gonna feel everything.”
“Yes,” Sailom gasps, dropping down to his elbows and spreading his knees even wider, “yes, please -”
Kang puts the head of his cock at Sailom's entrance and nudges into him, the lube and the stretching done by the plug and Sailom’s outright need easing his way. It seems easier, better than before, as if Sailom's body recognizes Kang as a part of himself that belongs there inside of him. Kang's eyes roll back in his head at the pleasure of skin-on-skin friction, and his fingertips dig into Sailom’s ass as he bottoms out inside him.
“Fuck,” Sailom moans, his entire body trembling as Kang presses his hips flush against his ass, “Kang, fuck, oh my god…”
“I know, baby,” Kang replies, still stroking his back. “I know, it's so…”
It’s so good, but somehow those words aren’t enough, and Kang doesn't know how to say that he doesn't think he can ever be with anyone else after feeling like this with Sailom.
Instead, he draws his hips back at the same time Sailom pulls forward, both of them seeking more friction and sensation, and then they find a rhythm and rock into each other with increasing vigor until the bed is creaking with the energy of their movements.
"God damn, you look good," Kang says, spreading Sailom's ass cheeks and watching as he buries his cock inside him over and over and over. "You look fantastic when you're getting fucked, do you know that?" He slides his hand up Sailom's spine and wraps his fingers in his hair, pulling gently, and Sailom moans. "You're so good at taking my cock, baby," Kang says, using the leverage he has to turn Sailom's head so he can talk into his ear. "That's because you love getting fucked, isn't it?" he murmurs breathlessly.
"Yes, fuck, I love it," Sailom whimpers helplessly in response, his body moving rhythmically in time to Kang's thrusts, "I love it - oh god - oh god - Kang -"
"Good," Kang says, driving his hips into Sailom, "because I'm fucking you like this from now on, with nothing between us."
Sailom's whimpers and moans escalate to outright cries of pleasured abandon as Kang fucks him, driving him higher and higher. Soon, he's clenching the bedsheets in his hands and bracing himself against Kang's thrusts, his entire body trembling with the tension of imminent orgasm. "Please, Kang, please," he begs in a broken voice, "oh god, fuck -"
Kang tries desperately to keep his head about him, to hold onto control of the situation and make sure Sailom is getting everything he needs, but the thread of his control frays rapidly at the sound of his begging and the feeling of his quaking muscles. "Sailom," he gasps, "baby, I'm getting close, you feel so good," and he's desperate now, wrestling back his orgasm with every ounce of willpower he has.
And then Sailom fucking sabotages his effort by begging, "Yes, come in me, please, I wanna feel you come in me," and Kang's control shatters. He fucking explodes, groaning loudly through gritted teeth and pounding his hips against Sailom's ass as he fills him up. A full-body shudder courses through Sailom's body as he grips the sheets and climaxes untouched mere moments later, moaning and spilling his come onto the bed underneath him.
Kang takes a few moments to catch his breath, stroking a hand up and down Sailom's back and waiting patiently for Sailom to return to himself.
"Mmmm," Sailom murmurs as Kang gently pulls out. "That was…" He collapses onto the bed on his side, eyes closed, still panting a little.
"That was fucking incredible," Kang says breathlessly as he drops on his side next to Sailom.
"Yes, fuck," Sailom says, laying across Kang's chest to avoid the wet spot he'd made on the bed. "That was my first hands-free orgasm with another person."
Kang is roused slightly from his haze of contentment. "Oh?" he asks, a little smug.
Sailom smirks drowsily at him. "Mm-hm," he says. "Nice work, daddy."
Kang grins back at him. "Am I to understand that you've had hands-free orgasms by yourself?" he asks suggestively, reaching down to squeeze Sailom's ass. "With toys?"
"Maybe," Sailom answers. He looks at Kang. "Why? You wanna see it sometime?"
"Fuck yes, I wanna see that," Kang says. "I wanna watch you use all your toys."
"Mm," Sailom hums, and Kang can tell he's ready to drift off to sleep. He strokes his back in silence for a while, listening to his breathing slow and deepen, and wonders what it means if the greatest sense of peace in his life comes from holding Sailom in his arms.