Fast hands, slow heart

by sayonarababy

Summary:

At 26, Phuwin knows what he wants, and right now, that’s Pond: handsome, successful, and 42. Their chemistry is undeniable, but while Phuwin dives headfirst into the fire, Pond hesitates, caught between desire and doubt. Yet, with every touch and lingering glance, Phuwin proves that their connection is stronger than the years between them.

Notes:

Buckle up, grab some water (hydrate, babes), and enjoy!

The club was alive with energy, pulsing with a beat that reverberated through the floor and climbed into the bones of everyone inside. Neon lights flickered and strobed in sync with the heavy bass, casting shifting shades of red, blue, and purple across the sea of bodies moving to the rhythm. The air was thick, humid with the scent of sweat, spilled alcohol, and the occasional hint of perfume or cologne as people brushed past one another. The crowd moved like one organism, bodies pressed together, lost in the music and the heat of the night.

Phuwin leaned against the high-top table near the dance floor, his fingers loosely wrapped around the cool neck of a beer bottle. 

His cheeks were flushed, not from the alcohol but from laughing too hard at Dunk, who was in the middle of the dance floor, moving in exaggerated, clumsy movements that had absolutely no rhythm. Dunk’s head was tilted back, arms flailing wildly, drawing amused glances from strangers and cheers from their friends. Phuwin’s laughter echoed above the pounding music, his eyes crinkling as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

“You’re a mess, Dunk!” Phuwin shouted over the music, though he doubted Dunk could hear him. Still, the sight was too good. Dunk was swaying dramatically like he was in a music video no one had asked for.

Phuwin wasn’t alone in his amusement. 

He had come to the club with his closest friends—Dunk, Fourth, and Satang—all of whom were equally caught up in the night’s infectious energy. They had promised to celebrate big after Phuwin hit a million subscribers, and the packed club with its electrifying atmosphere was the perfect place to do just that.

Fourth stood beside Phuwin, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips as he recorded Dunk’s ridiculous dance moves on his phone. 

“This is going on my story,” he announced, barely audible over the thumping bass, but Phuwin caught the glint in his eyes and laughed harder.

“Dunk’s never gonna live this down,” Phuwin replied, tilting his beer bottle to his lips, the cold liquid cutting through the heat that clung to his skin.

Satang, ever the life of the party, had joined Dunk on the dance floor, moving with far more rhythm but with just as much enthusiasm. His arms were thrown in the air, his head tilted back as he mouthed the words to the song blasting through the speakers. A group of strangers had formed a loose circle around the two of them, hyping them up as Dunk spun around dramatically, nearly losing his balance in the process.

“Come on, Phu!” Satang yelled, waving at him to join them. His cheeks were flushed from exertion, and his smile was wide and carefree.

Phuwin shook his head, laughing as he leaned into Fourth. “I’m not drunk enough for that.”

“Yet,” Fourth teased, raising his glass in a mock toast before taking a sip.

The night felt perfect.

Warm bodies were moving around them, the music vibrating through their bones, and the lights dancing across their faces in brilliant hues. The air was charged with excitement, and Phuwin could feel it seeping into his veins, loosening the last of his inhibitions. He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or anything beyond this moment. 

This was about celebrating, about being with the people he loved the most.

Phuwin’s laughter lingered on his lips as he pushed off the table, the warmth of the alcohol settling in his veins. 

“I’m getting another beer!” he called out over the music, flashing a quick smile at Fourth, who gave him a thumbs-up before turning his attention back to Dunk’s antics.

Weaving through the sweaty bodies packed onto the dance floor, Phuwin moved with ease, the pulse of the music guiding his steps. The flashing lights played across his face, highlighting the slight flush of his cheeks and the glint of excitement in his eyes. He was halfway to the bar, his mind already on the cool relief of another drink, when he turned a corner and—

He collided with a firm, solid chest, the impact jolting him slightly off balance. 

Phuwin’s breath hitched as strong hands instinctively caught him by the waist, steadying him before he could stumble. The sudden contact sent a jolt of something electric down his spine.

“Whoa, you okay?” The deep, velvety voice that rumbled above the pounding music was smooth, with a richness that sent a shiver through Phuwin’s body.

Phuwin blinked, his eyes lifting to meet the man’s gaze, and his breath caught in his throat.

He didn’t know his name yet, but God , he was handsome.

The flashing lights illuminated Pond’s face in fragments, but Phuwin saw enough to make his heart stumble. Sharp jawline, slightly graying at the temples but only adding to his allure. His features were chiseled, strong and defined, with full lips that looked like they rarely curved into a smile. His dark eyes, intense and piercing, were locked onto Phuwin, and they held a quiet confidence that made Phuwin’s stomach flip. He was dressed in slacks and a crisp button-up, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong, veined forearms. The way the shirt hugged his broad shoulders and tapered down his chest made it impossible not to notice how well-built he was.

Damn.

“Uh…” Phuwin blinked, trying to remember how words worked. “I—I’m so sorry,” he stammered, his voice barely audible over the music. 

His hands lightly pressed against Pond’s chest, intending to put some space between them, but the man’s hands were still on his waist, holding him steady, and Phuwin couldn’t help but notice how warm his touch was even through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“It’s fine,” The man murmured, his gaze never leaving Phuwin’s face. There was something unreadable in his expression, but Phuwin didn’t miss the way his eyes briefly flickered down, taking him in.

Phuwin’s pulse hammered in his ears. 

He should move—should say something, anything—but his body refused to cooperate. Something stirred deep inside him, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. A spark, a pull, as if his body already knew what his mind was only just beginning to process.

The man’s hands lingered, firm but gentle, as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“You sure you’re okay?” Stranger asked again, his deep, steady voice cutting through the pounding music. His grip on Phuwin’s waist was gentle but secure, as if he was still making sure the younger man wouldn’t stumble.

Phuwin’s brain finally caught up with the situation, and he realized he was still pressed up against this gorgeous stranger. His hands, which had been resting lightly on the latter’s chest, felt the heat radiating through the thin fabric. 

Okay, this is getting dangerous.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Phuwin said quickly, his voice a little breathless as he finally stepped back, creating some much-needed distance between them. The loss of contact left his skin tingling, and he hated how much he missed the warmth of those hands.

“Sorry about that,” Phuwin added, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. His lips curled into a small, sheepish smile as he glanced up at the man, who was watching him with an unreadable expression.

“No harm done,” The man replied, his tone smooth and calm. 

But his eyes, dark and piercing, held Phuwin’s gaze a beat longer than necessary, sending another ripple of heat through him.

“I’m Phuwin, by the way.” He extended his hand, hoping the gesture would ground him, but the moment the stranger’s larger, calloused hand wrapped around his, that same spark returned, making Phuwin’s stomach flip.

“Pond,” he introduced himself, his lips quirking slightly, though not quite a smile. His grip was firm, confident, and it lingered just a second longer than it needed to.

Phuwin cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way his skin still tingled. “I was actually just heading to the bar to get another drink,” he said, gesturing toward the crowded counter where bartenders were moving with practiced ease, filling orders and tossing bottles.

Pond raised a brow, his gaze flicking briefly toward the bar before returning to Phuwin. “Mind if I join you?”

Phuwin’s lips parted slightly in surprise. 

He hadn’t expected that. 

Most guys would have apologized, maybe flashed a polite smile, and gone on their way. But Pond wasn’t most guys.

“Uh… sure.” Phuwin’s smile grew, a little more genuine this time. “I could use the company.”

Pond’s eyes glinted under the shifting lights, and for a moment, Phuwin swore he saw something dangerous flicker in that gaze. But then Pond nodded, falling into step beside him as they made their way toward the bar.

Phuwin could feel the heat radiating off Pond’s body as they walked side by side, and despite the crowd pressing in around them, he was acutely aware of just how close Pond was.

This night just got a lot more interesting.

 

As they approached the bar, he threw a quick glance over his shoulder at his friends, who were still lost in the chaotic energy of the dance floor. Dunk was now attempting to get Fourth to join him, and Satang was hyping them up with loud cheers.

They’ll be fine without me for a while.

Phuwin turned his attention back to Pond. 

When would he ever meet someone like this again? 

A man this ridiculously attractive, with a voice that made his knees weak and eyes that held a quiet intensity. 

This wasn’t just some random encounter, at least, that’s what his gut was telling him.

“Looks like I’ll be ditching my friends for a while,” Phuwin murmured, more to himself than to Pond, as they reached the bar.

Pond’s lips quirked into that same almost-smile as he pulled out a stool for Phuwin. “I’m not complaining,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that sent a pleasant shiver down Phuwin’s spine.

They settled onto the stools, side by side, and the noise of the club seemed to fade just a little. The neon lights overhead bathed them in a soft glow, highlighting the sharp angles of Pond’s jaw and the way his shirt hugged his broad chest. Phuwin couldn’t help but let his eyes linger for a moment longer than necessary.

“So…” Phuwin started, his fingers tracing the rim of his empty beer bottle as he turned slightly toward Pond. “What brings you here tonight?”

“Friend of mine invited me,” Pond said, his tone casual, but his gaze remained fixed on Phuwin, as if he was reading more into the question. “Though… he might be running late.” His lips curled into a small, amused smile. “So your company is very welcome.”

“Well, I guess I’m doing a public service by keeping you company, then.” Phuwin felt his cheeks heat, but he masked it with a playful shrug. 

“I’d say I’m the lucky one.” Pond’s chuckle was low and smooth, sending a ripple of warmth through Phuwin’s body. 

Damn.

“What about you?” Pond asked, his eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. “Celebrating something?”

Phuwin’s grin widened, but he leaned back slightly, not ready to spill all his secrets just yet. “Something like that,” he replied vaguely, letting his voice drop just a little. “A milestone in my… work.”

“Ah.” Pond’s brow lifted, but he didn’t push for more. “Something worth celebrating, then.”

“Definitely.”

Their eyes met again, and Phuwin felt it, that charged pull between them. An unspoken tension, a spark that neither of them was addressing but both were definitely feeling.

“Don’t usually come to places like this to celebrate, though,” Phuwin admitted, shifting in his seat, his thigh brushing lightly against Pond’s. “Not really my scene.”

“Same,” Pond murmured, his eyes briefly scanning the crowd before returning to Phuwin. “Crowds aren’t really my thing. I’m only here because of my friend.”

“Same,” Phuwin echoed, his lips curving into a small smile. “I don’t really enjoy public gatherings, but…” His voice trailed off, and he glanced back at the dance floor where his friends were still going wild. “I’m having fun tonight because I’m with my friends.”

“Good company makes all the difference.” Pond nodded, his expression softening slightly. 

Phuwin’s heart skipped a beat at that. The way Pond was looking at him, his gaze steady and unwavering, made Phuwin’s pulse race. There was something in the air between them.

Heavy, charged, and impossible to ignore.

“So…” Phuwin’s voice was softer now, his head tilting slightly as he let his eyes linger on Pond’s lips for just a moment. “If you don’t like crowds… why are you still here?”

Pond’s lips curved into that almost-smile again, but this time there was something darker behind it. His eyes flickered down to Phuwin’s lips and then back up, and the heat in his gaze was impossible to miss.

“I found a reason to stay.”

Phuwin’s breath caught in his throat, and for a brief moment, the pounding music and the chaos of the club faded into the background. 

It was just them

Two strangers with an undeniable pull between them, teetering on the edge of something they both wanted to explore.

Time slipped away unnoticed as Phuwin and Pond talked, their conversation flowing effortlessly despite the thrum of bass-heavy music vibrating through the club. What had started as polite small talk had quickly evolved into something deeper. Shared stories, laughter, and subtle touches that grew bolder with every passing minute.

Phuwin couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this alive with someone. 

It was like Pond had a gravitational pull he couldn’t resist. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, the buzz settling comfortably in his veins, making him feel warm and just a little reckless. Or maybe it was the man sitting next to him, leaned in close, his arm brushing against Phuwin’s every so often, sending little jolts of electricity through him each time.

Their touches had become more frequent. 

Casual at first, fingers grazing as they both reached for their drinks, knees brushing when one of them shifted. 

But now… now Pond’s hand was resting lightly on Phuwin’s thigh as they laughed at some joke Phuwin had made, and Phuwin didn’t even think about moving away.

“Wait, wait,” Phuwin giggled, his head tilting back slightly, exposing the curve of his neck as he tried to catch his breath. “You seriously danced backup for that girl group back in the day?”

Pond chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shook his head. “I was young and needed the money,” he said, but the playful glint in his eyes told Phuwin he wasn’t exactly embarrassed. “And I wasn’t half bad either.”

“I need to see that.” Phuwin’s grin was wide, his cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the heat simmering between them.

“Not happening,” Pond murmured, his tone lower now, more intimate. His fingers, which had been idly resting on Phuwin’s thigh, traced a slow, barely-there pattern that sent shivers up Phuwin’s spine.

Phuwin’s breath caught, his body instinctively leaning closer. Their faces were inches apart now, and the noise of the club faded into a dull hum in the background.

“Okay, but…” Phuwin’s voice was softer now, his eyes locked on Pond’s lips. “I’m still trying to figure out how someone like you ended up here tonight.”

Pond’s gaze darkened, his thumb brushing lightly against Phuwin’s skin. “Like I said… I was meeting a friend. But…” His eyes dragged down to Phuwin’s lips before flicking back up, his voice dropping a notch. 

“I think I found something a lot more interesting.”

Phuwin felt his heart thud harder in his chest, heat pooling low in his stomach. He could feel the space between them shrinking, the pull growing stronger.

But then, almost as if trying to pull back for just a second, Pond leaned back slightly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. 

“Though… I’m probably too old to be keeping you entertained all night.”

Phuwin blinked, momentarily taken aback. 

“Too old?” he echoed, his brow furrowing.

“Yeah,” Pond’s smile was softer now, but there was something guarded in his eyes. “I’m 42, Phuwin.” His voice was quieter, as if he wasn’t sure how Phuwin would react.

Phuwin didn’t hesitate. His lips curled into a slow, almost wicked smile, and he leaned back in, closing the space between them once again. His hand, which had been resting on the bar, found its way to Pond’s forearm, his fingers trailing lightly over the toned muscle.

“42, huh?” Phuwin murmured, his voice dropping just enough to send a delicious chill down Pond’s spine. “That’s not a problem.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” Pond raised a brow, his eyes searching Phuwin’s face for any trace of hesitation. 

Phuwin’s smile turned downright sinful as he leaned in just a little closer, his lips brushing the shell of Pond’s ear. 

“If anything…” His voice was barely above a whisper now, dripping with unspoken promises. “It kinda turns me on.”

Pond’s breath hitched, and Phuwin felt the way his body tensed before that composure slipped.

“Phuwin…” Pond’s voice was rough, and the way he looked at Phuwin made the younger man’s skin tingle.

“Still think you’re too old to keep me entertained?” Phuwin pulled back just enough to meet Pond’s gaze, his eyes dark with desire and mischief. 

Pond didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers brushed along Phuwin’s jaw, tilting his face up just enough that their lips were almost touching.

“Not at all,” Pond murmured, and the heat between them intensified.

Thick, heady, and impossible to ignore.

Phuwin’s pulse was pounding, his body already leaning into Pond’s touch. 

The air inside the club was getting thicker, the heat from the crowd and the pounding bass vibrating through Phuwin’s body making it harder to focus on anything other than Pond, especially when Pond was so close, his scent mixing with the tang of alcohol and the faint hint of his cologne. Phuwin’s skin still buzzed from Pond’s touch, and the space between them felt like it was crackling with heat.

Phuwin’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his mind racing as he tried to think clearly through the haze of desire clouding his thoughts. 

He needed air. He needed to breathe.

“Hey,” Phuwin murmured, his voice barely cutting through the pounding music. He leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against Pond’s ear, sending a shiver down the older man’s spine. “It’s getting too loud in here.”

Pond pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and questioning as they met Phuwin’s.

“Come with me?” Phuwin tilted his head toward the back of the club, where he’d noticed a side door earlier. His voice was soft, almost teasing, but there was an undeniable heat in his gaze that Pond didn’t miss.

Pond didn’t hesitate. 

His eyes flashed with something that made Phuwin’s stomach tighten, and without a word, Pond’s hand slipped around Phuwin’s wrist, his grip firm yet gentle. 

“Let’s go.”

Phuwin barely had time to process the rush of excitement that flooded his veins before Pond was leading him through the crowd, effortlessly maneuvering them toward the back of the club. The heat from Pond’s touch burned through Phuwin’s skin, his fingers wrapped around Phuwin’s wrist like a silent promise.

They slipped past the throngs of people, the music fading slightly as they approached the back door. Pond pushed it open, and the cool night air hit Phuwin’s flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. The alley behind the club was dimly lit, the muffled thump of the bass still audible but far enough away that conversation wouldn’t require them to yell over it.

Phuwin exhaled softly, his heart pounding in his ears as he turned to face Pond. 

The atmosphere was different out here—quieter, more intimate—but the tension between them hadn’t dissipated. 

If anything, it had intensified.

“Better?” Pond asked, his voice a low rumble, but his eyes were still locked on Phuwin’s, dark and unreadable.

Phuwin’s lips curled into a slow, mischievous smile as he stepped in just a little closer, closing the gap between them again. “Much better,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the heat in his gaze spoke volumes.

He shifted his weight slightly, but the buzz in his system made his movements a little too loose, a little too unsteady.

“Whoa—” Phuwin swayed, his balance tipping just enough that his body leaned into Pond’s.

Pond’s reflexes were quick, his strong hands catching Phuwin’s waist and steadying him effortlessly. “Careful,” Pond murmured, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down Phuwin’s spine.

Phuwin blinked up at him, cheeks flushing deeper as he felt the firm hold around his waist. His laugh bubbled out, soft and breathless, a little giggly from both the alcohol and the embarrassment. 

“I swear I’m not that drunk,” Phuwin mumbled, his lips curling into a sheepish smile.

Pond’s hands didn’t move, his fingers splayed lightly over Phuwin’s waist as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go. 

“Sure,” Pond drawled, but there was amusement laced in his tone, his lips twitching into a subtle smile.

Phuwin’s breath hitched as he glanced up.

Pond’s gaze was dark, intense, and utterly captivating. His eyes, smoldering with something Phuwin couldn’t quite name, dragged slowly over Phuwin’s face, lingering on his parted lips before locking onto his eyes again.

The world seemed to slow down, the air growing heavier as they stood there, caught in a moment where neither of them moved, but neither of them could look away. The tension between them was palpable, making it impossible for Phuwin to think of anything other than how close Pond was and how easy it would be to close the distance.

And then… Phuwin stopped thinking altogether.

Something inside him snapped. His body moved before his mind could catch up, and without a second thought, Phuwin’s hands shot up, grabbing Pond by the collar of his button-up shirt.

Pond’s eyes widened, but there was no hesitation in them, just surprise that sent heat pooling low in Phuwin’s belly.

Phuwin pulled him down, closing the gap between them, and pressed his lips to Pond’s.

The kiss was sudden, fueled by the buzz of alcohol and the tension that had been building between them all night. Phuwin’s lips were soft but insistent, his body pressing closer as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. 

Pond was still for a moment—just a moment—before a low, almost primal sound rumbled in his chest.

And then Pond was kissing him back.

His hands, still on Phuwin’s waist, tightened, pulling him flush against his body. The kiss went from tentative to something more. 

Hotter, hungrier. 

Phuwin’s fingers curled into Pond’s shirt, holding on like he never wanted to let go, while Pond’s mouth moved over his with practiced skill that left Phuwin breathless.

The younger’s body melted into Pond’s, the heat between them igniting into something dangerously addictive. 

His head was spinning, but it had nothing to do with the alcohol.

It was all Pond.

Phuwin was losing his mind.

Pond’s body was solid—so solid against him, all heat and strength, and the way his hands gripped Phuwin’s waist made him feel like he was being claimed, possessed. Every brush of Pond’s lips, every swipe of his tongue, sent sparks shooting through Phuwin’s body, leaving him craving more, needing more.

Phuwin’s arms wound around Pond’s neck without a second thought, his fingers sliding into the older man’s thick hair, tugging just enough to make Pond growl softly into the kiss. The sound went straight to Phuwin’s core, making his knees feel weak. He pressed himself closer, his body molding against Pond’s as if he couldn’t get close enough.

The older’s response was immediate. His strong arms snaked around Phuwin’s waist, pulling him in tighter, their bodies flush now, chest to chest, heat to heat. 

Phuwin could feel every hard inch of him, and it made his head spin.

Pond leaned into him, guiding him backward with slow, deliberate movements until Phuwin’s back met the cool brick wall behind him. The contrast between the roughness of the wall and the heat of Pond’s body pressed against him sent a delicious shiver down Phuwin’s spine.

“Pond…” Phuwin breathed against his lips, his voice barely above a whisper, but the need laced in it was impossible to miss.

“Hmm?” Pond murmured, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his mouth moving over Phuwin’s with a skill that left the younger man utterly breathless.

The kiss was hot and sensual—hungry—but not rushed. It was a slow burn, deliberate and teasing, as if Pond was savoring every second, every brush of their lips, every swipe of his tongue. His hands roamed slowly, one sliding up Phuwin’s back, fingers tracing the curve of his spine, while the other gripped his waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

Phuwin’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need. He arched into Pond’s touch, his hips pressing forward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking something.

Pond responded in kind, his body pressing Phuwin harder against the wall, his knee slipping between Phuwin’s thighs just enough to make him gasp softly into the kiss. Phuwin’s grip on the other man's neck tightened, his nails lightly grazing the back of his scalp as he tilted his head, giving Pond more access, more control.

The older man took it, his tongue teasing, coaxing, and claiming. He wasn’t just kissing Phuwin. He was devouring him, making him feel every ounce of the desire that had been simmering between them all night.

Phuwin was drowning in it, in him.

Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths mingling as they kissed harder, deeper. Phuwin’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath between kisses, but Pond wasn’t giving him any space to think. His hands were everywhere—possessive, exploring, making Phuwin’s head spin and his heart race.

“God…” Phuwin whispered between kisses, his voice shaky, his body trembling under Pond’s touch. “You’re…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. His mind was too hazy, too caught up in the heat, the want pulsing through his veins.

Pond pulled back just enough to meet Phuwin’s gaze, his dark eyes filled with raw, unfiltered desire. 

His thumb brushed lightly against Phuwin’s swollen bottom lip, his breath warm against his skin.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Pond murmured, his voice rough and low, and it sent another shiver down Phuwin’s spine.

Phuwin’s lips curled into a breathless, teasing smile, his body pressing closer, his hips subtly grinding against Pond’s. 

“Good.”

Pond’s eyes darkened even more, and the air between them grew thicker, heavier, as if the tension was about to snap at any moment.

“Phuwin…” Pond’s voice was a warning, but Phuwin wasn’t backing down. His fingers tugged lightly at Pond’s collar, pulling him back down, their lips crashing together again, harder, more desperate this time.

And as Pond’s hands tightened around his waist, pressing him even more firmly against the wall, Phuwin knew he was already too far gone to stop.

And he didn’t want to.

Phuwin didn’t know how they got here.

Everything was a blur. A haze of heated kisses, wandering hands, and the intoxicating scent of Pond surrounded him. 

One moment, they were tangled together outside the club, and the next… they were here.

Pond’s place.

The air was thick with tension. The only source of light was the soft glow of the moon streaming through the wide windows, casting pale, silvery light across the sleek, modern living room. But neither of them had even thought to turn on the lights.

They were too consumed by each other.

Phuwin straddled Pond on the couch, his thighs snug around the older man’s waist as he leaned down, their lips locked in another searing kiss. His hands were buried in Pond’s hair, tugging lightly, eliciting a low, rumbling groan from the man beneath him that sent a delicious shiver down Phuwin’s spine.

Pond’s hands were everywhere—strong and steady as they explored Phuwin’s body. One hand rested firmly on Phuwin’s waist, grounding him, while the other slid up his back, fingers tracing the curve of his spine. Every touch ignited something inside Phuwin, making him ache for more.

Phuwin’s body was on fire, his skin tingling where Pond’s fingers brushed against it. His clothes felt too tight, too suffocating, and the heat pooling low in his stomach was impossible to ignore.

“Pond…” Phuwin’s voice was breathless, his lips barely pulling away from Pond’s as he spoke, his forehead brushing lightly against the older man’s.

Pond’s eyes, dark and filled with raw desire, met his, and Phuwin felt his heart pound harder. There was something about the way Pond looked at him, like he was something Pond wanted to devour, that made Phuwin’s head spin.

“Phuwin…” Pond murmured, his voice low and rough, his hands tightening around Phuwin’s waist. His thumb brushed teasing circles against the sliver of bare skin where Phuwin’s shirt had ridden up, and the touch sent a jolt of heat through Phuwin’s body.

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his hips instinctively rolling down against Pond’s lap, and the friction made them both gasp.

“Fuck…” Pond’s jaw clenched, his grip on Phuwin’s waist tightening as he fought for control. His head fell back against the couch, exposing the strong line of his neck, and Phuwin couldn’t resist.

He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Pond’s jawline, his lips trailing down the column of his throat. He felt Pond’s body tense beneath him, the low rumble of approval vibrating in his chest.

“Phuwin…” Pond growled, his hands sliding lower, gripping Phuwin’s hips and guiding him with slow, deliberate movements.

Phuwin moaned softly against Pond’s skin, his lips grazing over his pulse point before he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Pond’s again. Their breathing was ragged, their bodies pressed so close together that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

“Still think you’re too old to keep me entertained?” Phuwin teased, his lips curling into a breathless, mischievous smile as he rocked his hips down again, making Pond’s jaw clench.

Pond’s eyes darkened, his grip on Phuwin’s hips tightening possessively. 

“Oh, sweetheart…” His voice was low, filled with a dangerous promise that sent a shiver down Phuwin’s spine.

“I’m just getting started.”

Phuwin’s breath caught, and before he could even think of a witty response, Pond’s hands were guiding him closer, their lips crashing together again. Hard, hungry, and filled with the unspoken desire that had been building between them all night.

Phuwin was completely lost in it.

He was playing with fire, and he knew it.

He could feel the heat radiating between them, could feel just how much Pond wanted him. But instead of giving in completely, Phuwin leaned in again, his lips brushing just barely over Pond’s—close enough to tease, to tempt—but not close enough to satisfy.

“Hmm…” Phuwin hummed softly, his breath hot against Pond’s lips. 

“You sure you can keep up with me?”

His voice was dripping with mischief, eyes half-lidded and filled with playful challenge as he rocked his hips down, grinding ever so slowly against Pond’s lap. The friction sent a shiver up Phuwin’s spine, but he bit back the moan threatening to spill out, refusing to give Pond the satisfaction. 

Not yet.

Pond’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening around Phuwin’s hips as his control started to slip.

“You’re awfully confident for someone who’s already breathless,” Pond murmured, his voice low like a warning.

Phuwin’s lips curled into a smug, teasing smile. “Breathless, huh?” He tilted his head, his fingers trailing lightly down Pond’s chest, nails scraping just enough to make the older man’s muscles tense beneath his touch. 

“Maybe… but I’m not the one who looks like he’s about to lose control.”

That was it.

Pond’s restraint faltered.

In one swift, fluid motion, Pond’s hands gripped Phuwin’s thighs and lifted him effortlessly.

“Pond!” Phuwin yelped, his eyes going wide as Pond stood up, holding him as if he weighed nothing, his strong arms keeping Phuwin securely in place.

“Enough teasing,” Pond growled, his voice thick with authority and desire. “You want to play games? Fine.”

Phuwin barely had time to process what was happening before Pond carried him through the darkened apartment, his strides purposeful, his grip firm but gentle. Phuwin’s heart was pounding in his chest, the anticipation making his body thrum with excitement.

By the time they reached the bedroom, Phuwin’s breathing was ragged, his skin on fire from the way Pond’s hands felt on him.

Pond didn’t waste a second. He threw Phuwin down onto the bed, gently enough not to hurt him but with enough force to make Phuwin’s body bounce slightly on the mattress.

Phuwin landed on his back, his head hitting the soft pillows as he propped himself up on his elbows, his lips parting in surprise. His breath caught as he looked up at Pond, standing at the foot of the bed, eyes dark with unrelenting desire.

And then—oh.

Pond didn’t look away. His gaze never left Phuwin as he reached for the buttons of his shirt, his fingers moving with deliberate slowness. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing the hard planes of his toned chest beneath.

Phuwin’s mouth went dry as he watched, his body heating up even more.

Pond’s shirt slid off his shoulders, falling to the floor, and Phuwin’s eyes traced every inch of him.

Broad shoulders, strong arms, defined abs. 

He was a gorgeous man.

“Fuck…” Phuwin breathed out softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The old man’s lips twitched, but there was no amusement in his gaze now—only hunger. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, and when he was finally bare, standing there in all his glory, Phuwin’s breath hitched.

“Your turn,” Pond murmured, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Phuwin, still propped up on his elbows, arched a brow, a teasing glint in his eyes even as his heart pounded in anticipation. 

“Hmm… bossy,” he purred, but he didn’t hesitate.

Slowly, deliberately, Phuwin slid his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside. His hands moved to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning and slipping them down with a languid grace that was meant to tease.

Even now, when Pond’s gaze was practically devouring him, Phuwin couldn’t resist pushing him just a little more.

“Like what you see?” Phuwin asked softly, his voice dripping with seduction as he discarded the last of his clothing.

Pond’s eyes darkened even further, his jaw clenching as he took in every inch of Phuwin’s bare skin.

“I like it too much,” Pond growled, his voice thick with restraint, his gaze drinking Phuwin in like he was something to be worshipped.

Phuwin, now fully bare and still flushed from their earlier activities, stretched out on the bed, his body a perfect invitation. His legs parted slightly, his fingers trailing lazily down his chest, drawing Pond’s attention exactly where he wanted it.

“Then come get it,” Phuwin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but it echoed through the room like a challenge.

Pond’s touch was everything.

Solid. Heavy. Possessive.

Phuwin felt like he was being consumed, body and soul. Every brush of Pond’s rough, calloused hands across his skin made Phuwin’s body tremble, his nerves alight with anticipation. His senses were on overdrive, every inch of his skin hyperaware of the way Pond touched him, like he was something to be worshipped and ruined all at once.

Phuwin’s head was spinning, his mind clouded with desire. 

He had never felt this way before, had never wanted this much. 

But Pond— God, Pond was something else. The way he moved, the way he commanded, had Phuwin completely undone.

“Look at you,” Pond murmured, his voice a low, gravelly growl that sent shivers down Phuwin’s spine. He was hovering over Phuwin now, his body pressed against him, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Phuwin’s neck, leaving a trail of heat and want in their wake. 

“So eager…”

Phuwin whimpered softly, his back arching into Pond’s touch as the older man’s lips reached his collarbone. His fingers threaded through Pond’s hair, tugging lightly, but it only earned him a warning growl that vibrated against his skin.

“You like teasing, don’t you?” Pond’s voice was dripping with amusement, but there was something darker beneath it, something that made Phuwin’s body react instantly. 

“But I don’t think you’re ready for what happens when I’ve had enough.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his heart pounding so loud it echoed in his ears. He opened his mouth to respond, maybe to throw another teasing remark, to beg, but before he could say a word, Pond’s hand slid down his body, trailing over his chest, his stomach, and lower…

“Pond…” Phuwin’s voice was barely a whisper, shaky and filled with need.

“Hmm?” Pond hummed against his skin, his lips grazing the sensitive spot where Phuwin’s neck met his shoulder. His teeth grazed there lightly, making Phuwin’s body shudder. 

“What is it, sweetheart?”

The pet name sent a rush of heat straight to Phuwin’s core, making his thighs clench instinctively around Pond’s waist.

“Please…” Phuwin finally breathed out, his voice almost breaking from the sheer want coursing through him.

“Please, what?” Pond asked, his tone laced with wickedness as his fingers brushed lightly over Phuwin’s inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where he needed him the most.

“Don’t make me beg,” Phuwin whispered, his voice shaking, his body trembling beneath Pond’s expert touch.

Pond chuckled softly, but there was nothing gentle about it. His lips brushed against Phuwin’s ear, his breath hot and teasing as he spoke.

“Sweetheart…” Pond’s voice was a sinful whisper, dripping with dark promise. 

“I want you to beg.”

Phuwin’s breath caught, his body arching instinctively as Pond’s hand finally moved to where he craved it the most. His mind was spinning, his body surrendering completely as Pond’s words wrapped around him, filthy and perfect.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this…” Pond murmured against his skin, his lips trailing down Phuwin’s chest as his hand teased him mercilessly. 

“All spread out for me… desperate for me…”

Phuwin’s body melted into Pond’s touch, his mind barely able to keep up with the overwhelming sensation building inside him. He was unraveling, falling apart under Pond’s hands, his words, and the way he was being touched.

“You’re gonna take everything I give you, aren’t you?” Pond’s voice was low, rough, filled with authority that had Phuwin’s body responding without hesitation.

“Y-Yes,” Phuwin gasped, his voice breathless, his body arching to meet Pond’s touch.

“Good boy…” Pond growled, his tone laced with approval that sent a wave of heat crashing through Phuwin’s entire body.

Phuwin whimpered, his heart pounding, his body on the brink of losing all control. 

He wanted more, needed more, and Pond was giving it to him in ways Phuwin had never imagined.

“Let go for me, sweetheart,” Pond whispered against his skin, his lips brushing over Phuwin’s jaw as his pace quickened, pushing Phuwin closer and closer to the edge. 

“Give it to me…”

Phuwin’s body obeyed before his mind could even catch up, and as he shattered beneath Pond’s touch, his entire world exploded.

 

Phuwin was still trying to catch his breath, his body trembling, skin flushed and sensitive from everywhere Pond touched. 

But Pond wasn’t done—not even close.

The older was looming over him now, his eyes dark and filled with raw hunger, his lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. His body was solid, all muscle and heat. 

Phuwin felt small beneath him in the best way possible.

“Come here,” Pond murmured, his voice low, commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

Phuwin’s eyes met his, wide and hazy with lust, and when Pond tilted his head, motioning for him to move, Phuwin obeyed without a second thought.

He slid down the bed, his body moving on instinct, eager to follow whatever Pond wanted. His heart was pounding in his ears, and his head was spinning from the sheer intensity of the moment, from the way Pond was looking at him.

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Pond murmured, his tone softer now, but no less commanding.

Phuwin’s body reacted before his mind could process, his knees sinking onto the soft mattress as he positioned himself between Pond’s legs. His hands rested lightly on Pond’s thighs, his fingers brushing against the firm muscles, and he swore he felt Pond tense beneath his touch.

“Good boy,” Pond murmured, his thumb brushing gently over Phuwin’s bottom lip, his eyes locked onto his. The praise sent a shiver down Phuwin’s spine, making his body heat up all over again.

Pond’s thumb pressed down lightly, coaxing Phuwin’s mouth open, and Phuwin obeyed, his lips parting as his tongue flicked out, brushing against Pond’s fingertip.

“Such a pretty mouth,” Pond murmured, his voice thick with desire, his gaze unwavering. 

“Let’s see if you know how to use it.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his head spinning at the filthy words. 

Fuck. He loved this. 

The way Pond took control, the way he owned the moment, and Phuwin was completely at his mercy.

Without needing further instruction, Phuwin leaned in, his lips brushing against Pond’s length, his breath warm against him. He glanced up through his lashes, meeting Pond’s gaze as he flicked his tongue out, giving a teasing lick along the underside.

“Don’t tease,” Pond growled, his voice low and rough, his hand tangling gently in Phuwin’s hair.

Phuwin’s lips curled into a smirk, but he didn’t disobey. He opened his mouth wider, taking Pond in slowly, savoring the weight of him on his tongue. His eyes never left Pond’s, watching as the older man’s jaw clenched, his breath hitching.

“Good,” Pond murmured, his grip in Phuwin’s hair tightening slightly. “Just like that… take your time.”

Phuwin hollowed his cheeks, his lips sliding down further, taking Pond in deeper as he let his tongue swirl around him, tasting him, exploring him. He loved the way Pond’s body reacted, the way his muscles tensed and his breathing grew heavier.

“Fuck, Phuwin…” Pond’s voice was strained, his head falling back for a moment before his eyes found Phuwin’s again, dark and burning with need.

Pond guided him with gentle but firm movements, his hand in Phuwin’s hair controlling the pace. Not too fast, not too slow. Phuwin followed his lead, his own body responding to the low, guttural sounds falling from Pond’s lips.

“Deeper,” Pond murmured, his tone softer now but still dripping with authority. “You can take more, sweetheart.”

Phuwin’s body shivered at the words, and he obeyed, sinking down further, taking Pond in until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. 

His eyes watered slightly, but he didn’t pull away—he wanted this.

“Just like that… such a good boy,” Pond groaned, his hand tightening in Phuwin’s hair for just a moment, his hips barely resisting the urge to thrust.

Phuwin’s head was spinning, his body hot and aching as he lost himself in the moment, in the feeling of Pond’s control, his praise, his dominance.

“Look at you…” Pond murmured, his voice low, filled with something almost possessive. His thumb brushed over Phuwin’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped. 

“So pretty and eager to please.”

Phuwin moaned softly around him, the vibration making Pond’s jaw clench.

“Fuck,” Pond growled, his breath ragged, his grip tightening to hold Phuwin exactly where he wanted him. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind…”

Phuwin wanted him to lose control. 

He wanted to take Pond apart, piece by piece, just like Pond was doing to him.

Pond was close, but he wasn’t ready to let go. 

Not yet.

Not when he had Phuwin right where he wanted him.

“Stop,” Pond murmured, his voice low and strained as he gently tugged on Phuwin’s hair, guiding him off.

Phuwin pulled back slowly, his lips swollen and glistening, his eyes wide and filled with hazy desire. He was panting softly, his cheeks flushed, and the sight of him like this—on his knees, looking up at Pond with that eager, almost innocent expression—nearly made Pond lose every shred of control he had left.

“Pond…” Phuwin’s voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of need and confusion, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he caught his breath.

Pond’s jaw clenched. 

Fuck. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“Come here,” Pond murmured, his tone softer now, but still filled with command as he reached down, guiding Phuwin up and back onto the bed.

Phuwin followed without hesitation, letting Pond maneuver him as he pleased. His body was pliant, eager to be touched, to be used. And Pond was more than ready to give him exactly what he needed.

“Lie back,” Pond ordered, his voice thick with desire as he positioned Phuwin on the mattress.

Phuwin’s body melted into the sheets, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched Pond with half-lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted. His skin was flushed, his body already trembling from everything they’d done so far.

But Pond wasn’t done.

“Legs up,” Pond murmured, his tone dropping as his hands trailed down Phuwin’s thighs, coaxing them apart.

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his body responding immediately to the command. His legs parted, knees bending, giving Pond a perfect view of him.

All of him.

“Just like that…” Pond murmured, his voice filled with raw appreciation as he took in the sight before him.

Phuwin was a vision laid out beneath him, legs spread, his body on full display. His skin was glowing under the soft moonlight filtering through the windows, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“Fuck…” Pond whispered, his eyes drinking in every inch of Phuwin’s body. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

Phuwin’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but the way he bit his bottom lip, his eyes dark with want, told Pond just how much he loved hearing that.

“Want me to fuck you like this?” Pond asked, his voice dripping with sinful intent, his hands gripping Phuwin’s thighs firmly as he held them apart. 

“Fuck you where I can see every single expression you make?”

Phuwin’s breath caught, his body arching slightly at the filthy words. His lips parted, but no sound came out, just a needy, breathless gasp as his fingers clenched the sheets beneath him.

“Hmm?” Pond leaned down, his lips brushing over Phuwin’s as he whispered, “I want to see you, sweetheart. I want to see your pretty face when I make you come again.”

Phuwin’s body shuddered at that, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a whimper slipped past his lips.

“Pond…” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with need, desperation.

“Say it,” Pond murmured against his lips, his thumb brushing teasing circles along Phuwin’s inner thigh.

“Yes…” Phuwin finally breathed out. “Yes… I want that. Please…”

Pond’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark and filled with hunger as he took in Phuwin’s needy, willing expression.

“Good boy,” Pond murmured, his voice thick with approval as he positioned himself between Phuwin’s legs.

Pond wasn’t in a rush.

He wanted to savor this, to take his time and watch Phuwin fall apart beneath him.

“Relax for me, sweetheart,” Pond murmured against Phuwin’s lips, his tone softer now, filled with quiet reassurance.

Phuwin’s body was already trembling, his skin hot and flushed, his chest heaving as he lay beneath Pond, completely open and vulnerable. His legs were spread wide, knees bent as he gave himself fully to the man above him.

Pond’s fingers trailed down his thigh, gentle at first, teasing, before they moved lower between his legs, brushing over where Phuwin was already thrumming with anticipation.

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his body jerking slightly at the contact.

“Shh…” Pond murmured, his lips brushing over Phuwin’s jaw as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, coaxing Phuwin’s body to relax. “Let me take care of you.”

Phuwin’s head fell back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft, needy whimper. His fingers clenched the sheets, his body already responding to every little touch, every bit of attention.

“God, you’re so sensitive…” Pond murmured, his voice filled with awe as he felt how tight Phuwin was for him.

He spits on his hand and dips one finger in—just barely—testing the waters, and Phuwin’s body shuddered beneath him, a soft gasp escaping his lips.

“Pond…” Phuwin’s voice was breathy, pleading, his hips shifting slightly, trying to take more.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Pond murmured against his skin, pressing a kiss to the side of Phuwin’s neck as he slowly pushed his finger deeper, inch by inch.

Phuwin’s body clenched around him, tight and hot, and Pond groaned softly, his jaw clenching at how perfect he felt.

“Breathe for me, baby,” Pond whispered, his lips brushing soothingly over Phuwin’s flushed skin. 

Phuwin’s breath came in shaky gasps, his body adjusting as Pond moved his finger slowly, carefully, coaxing him open.

“That’s it,” Pond murmured, his voice low and soothing as he felt Phuwin relax just a little more. “Good boy.”

Phuwin whimpered softly at the praise, his body reacting instinctively, his hips shifting to take Pond’s finger deeper.

“More…” Phuwin whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Pond… please…”

Pond’s lips twitched into a smirk, but he didn’t tease. He added a second finger, stretching Phuwin open slowly, gently, watching every reaction, every twitch of his body.

“Fuck…” Phuwin gasped, his body arching off the bed as Pond’s fingers curled, brushing against that spot that had him seeing stars.

“There you are…” Pond murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction as he pressed against it again, eliciting another soft, breathless whimper from Phuwin.

Phuwin was falling apart—his body trembling, his thighs shaking as Pond worked him open, his fingers moving with precision and care, stretching him, preparing him.

Phuwin’s voice was shaky, incoherent with his words, almost desperate, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he gasped, whimpered, and moaned with every movement.

“Shh…” Pond cooed softly, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s, barely a whisper away.

But Phuwin couldn’t stay quiet. 

His body was too overwhelmed, too sensitive, and every sound that escaped his lips made Pond’s body burn with desire.

“You’re making too much noise, sweetheart…” Pond murmured, his voice low and thick with something dangerous.

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and glazed over with pleasure, just in time for Pond to press his lips against his hard.

The kiss was consuming, deep and unrelenting, swallowing every gasp, every whimper, every desperate sound that spilled from Phuwin’s lips.

Phuwin melted into the kiss, his body giving in completely, his mind clouded with nothing but the feeling of Pond’s fingers inside him, stretching him, filling him, and the way Pond’s tongue claimed his mouth with the same dominance.

The kiss muffled Phuwin’s moans, his body trembling as Pond’s fingers worked him open, slow and steady, making sure he was ready.

“Such a pretty boy,” Pond murmured against his lips, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled back just enough to speak, his fingers still moving inside Phuwin.

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze hazy and filled with need.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?” Pond murmured, his thumb brushing gently over Phuwin’s swollen bottom lip.

Phuwin’s breath caught, his body shuddering, his eyes locking onto Pond’s as he whispered—

“Yes…”

Pond was careful at first, easing into Phuwin with a slow, steady pace. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched tight as he felt how tight Phuwin was around him, how perfectly he fit.

“Fuck…” Pond groaned, his voice strained as he buried himself deeper, his body shuddering at the overwhelming heat surrounding him.

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his back arching off the mattress as he gasped, his fingers digging into Pond’s arms. 

His body was stretched wide, filled completely, and yet—he wanted more.

“Pond…” Phuwin’s voice was breathy, his head thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to adjust to the feeling of being so full. But even as his body trembled beneath Pond, his hips shifted instinctively, trying to take more.

Pond’s brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Phuwin’s flushed face, watching every little expression, every sound that escaped his lips. He was trying to be gentle, trying to give Phuwin time to adjust, to make sure he was okay.

But Phuwin already wasn’t having it.

“Faster,” Phuwin whispered, his voice barely above a breath, but the plea was unmistakable.

Pond’s movements faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked down at Phuwin, his lips brushing over the younger’s swollen ones. 

“What was that?”

“Faster…” Phuwin repeated, his voice more confident this time, his hips lifting slightly to meet Pond’s. “I can take it… Please…”

Pond’s jaw clenched, his body fighting against the urge to give Phuwin exactly what he wanted. But then Phuwin’s lips curled into a teasing smirk, his eyes flickering with mischief despite the hazy, fucked-out look in them.

“What’s wrong?” Phuwin murmured, his voice dripping with challenge as his hips shifted, his body tightening around Pond just enough to make the older man groan. 

“Think you can’t keep up?”

Fuck.

Pond’s eyes darkened, his restraint snapping like a thread.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Pond growled, his tone low and dangerous, his fingers digging into Phuwin’s hips as he pinned him to the bed. 

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Phuwin’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as Pond’s grip tightened, his dominance flooding the air between them.

“Maybe I do,” Phuwin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the challenge was still there, lingering in his tone, in the way he dared Pond to give him what he wanted.

“Is that so?” Pond murmured, his voice a dark, sinful promise.

Phuwin barely had time to process the shift before Pond moved.

The next thrust was anything but gentle.

Pond’s pace turned brutal. Solid, fast, relentless. Each thrust had Phuwin’s body rocking against the mattress, his breath catching in his throat as he was filled over and over again.

“P-Pond—!” Phuwin gasped, his voice breaking into a whimper as his body arched off the bed, his nails clawing at Pond’s back, leaving faint red marks in their wake.

“Thought you could handle it?” Pond growled, his voice rough, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s ear as his hips snapped forward, hitting deep with every thrust. “Hmm? What happened to all that teasing, sweetheart?”

Phuwin’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open as incoherent sounds spilled from his lips.

Gasps, whimpers, and cries echoed in the dimly lit room.

“F-Fuck—Pond—” Phuwin’s words were slurred, his brain too clouded with pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

Pond’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched Phuwin fall apart beneath him, completely wrecked.

“You wanted it rough, didn’t you? Wanted me to ruin you?” Pond murmured in his ear, his pace relentless as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside Phuwin that had the younger’s body trembling uncontrollably. 

Phuwin whined, his head thrown back as his body writhed beneath Pond, his legs wrapping tighter around the older man’s waist, pulling him in deeper.

“Can’t even talk anymore, can you?” Pond’s tone was mocking, but there was affection in his eyes, mixed with hunger and possessiveness. “You’re taking it so well, sweetheart… Look how pretty you are like this.”

Phuwin’s only response was a broken, shattered moan as his body tensed, his pleasure building so fast it was almost too much.

“Pond—please—” Phuwin finally gasped, his voice barely above a whimper now, his body on the verge of falling apart completely.

“Please, what?” Pond growled against his lips, his thrusts not slowing down, his grip on Phuwin’s hips bruising as he kept the younger in place.

“P-Please… don’t stop…” Phuwin’s voice was barely a whisper, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Pond murmured, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s as he thrust harder.

“I’m not stopping until you scream my name.”

Pond was relentless.

His pace never faltered, each thrust harder and deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Phuwin’s trembling body. His grip on Phuwin’s waist was unforgiving, fingers digging into the younger’s soft skin, leaving bruises that would bloom beautifully by morning. 

But Phuwin loved it.

“Fuck, baby…” Pond growled, his breath hot against Phuwin’s ear as his lips trailed down his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that claimed him. 

“You’re taking me so well… so fucking tight…”

Phuwin whined, his head thrown back, baring his throat for Pond like an offering. His eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted, panting as his body was wrecked by the older man.

“Look at you…” Pond murmured, his tone dripping with raw desire as he tilted Phuwin’s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, hungry, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed Phuwin’s flushed face.

Phuwin’s cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, his skin glistening with sweat, and his lips were swollen from the rough, possessive kisses Pond had claimed him with. His body was pliant beneath Pond, taking everything he was giving and begging for more.

“You love this, don’t you?” Pond’s voice was a low growl, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make the younger shiver.

“Y-Yes…” Phuwin whimpered, his voice barely above a breath, his body arching into Pond’s touch.

“You love being fucked like this… love being filled so deep…” Pond’s tone was filthy, sinful, his words dripping into Phuwin’s ears like molten desire. 

“You’re so fucking greedy for it.”

Phuwin’s whimper turned into a gasp as Pond’s hand tangled in his hair, tugging his head back slightly, exposing his neck as Pond’s lips latched onto the sensitive skin, leaving more marks, claiming him.

“P-Pond…” Phuwin’s voice was broken, barely able to form words as his body trembled beneath the weight of his pleasure.

“Hmm?” Pond murmured, his lips ghosting over Phuwin’s jaw as he thrust harder, his movements controlled but ruthless, driving Phuwin closer and closer to the edge.

Phuwin’s body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by everything. The weight of Pond’s body pressing him into the mattress, the bruising grip on his waist, the sharp pull of his hair, the way Pond’s free hand had pinned his arms above his head, leaving him helpless.

“Such a good boy…” Pond murmured against his skin, his voice dripping with praise and possession as he nipped at Phuwin’s jawline. “Taking everything I give you… letting me ruin you like this…”

Phuwin’s body shuddered at the words, his legs wrapping even tighter around Pond’s waist, pulling him in deeper. His eyes were unfocused, his lips parted as gasps and whimpers fell freely from his mouth.

“Pond—” Phuwin’s voice was a broken moan, his body tensing, his nails clawing at the sheets beneath him as he felt the coil inside him tighten, ready to snap.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Pond whispered against his lips, his voice a low, commanding growl. “Let me hear you.”

And that was all it took.

Phuwin’s body arched off the bed as the coil inside him snapped, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.

He comes untouched.

“Pond—!” His scream echoed in the room, his body shuddering uncontrollably as pleasure consumed him. His walls clenched around Pond, drawing him in deeper, and his release coated their bodies, making a mess between them.

Pond groaned, his jaw clenched as he felt Phuwin tighten around him, his own control slipping as the younger’s body milked him for everything he had.

“Fuck…” Pond growled, his pace turning erratic, his movements harder, more desperate as he chased his own release.

Phuwin’s body was still trembling beneath him, his mind hazy and clouded with bliss, but he felt it. Pond’s thrusts became more frantic, his breath grew ragged, his body tensed.

“Come for me, please…” Phuwin murmured, his voice shaky but filled with need as he tilted his head up, brushing his lips against Pond’s. “I want it… want all of it inside me.”

Pond snapped.

“Phuwin—fuck—” Pond’s moan was loud, his body shuddering as he buried himself deep inside Phuwin, his release spilling into him, filling him completely.

Phuwin felt the warmth, the overwhelming fullness, and it sent another wave of pleasure through his oversensitive body, making him moan softly against Pond’s lips.

Pond’s body trembled, his arms barely holding himself up as he rode out his release, his forehead pressing against Phuwin’s as they both caught their breath.

“Fuck…” Pond murmured, his voice hoarse, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s softly now.

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and filled with exhaustion, but a satisfied, dazed smile tugged at his lips.

“Was that… fast enough for you?” Pond murmured, his tone teasing but his eyes warm, filled with something softer now.

Phuwin’s breathless laugh was barely above a whisper as he murmured:

“Perfect.”

Pond pressed one last lingering kiss to Phuwin’s swollen lips before he finally pulled away, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of their intensity. His muscles ached, but it was a satisfying ache, a reminder of just how good Phuwin had been for him.

Phuwin lay beneath him, completely spent, his chest rising and falling with shallow, exhausted breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, barely able to stay open, his body limp as he melted into the mattress.

But Pond wasn’t done taking care of him yet.

“Stay here,” Pond murmured softly, brushing damp strands of hair away from Phuwin’s flushed face.

Phuwin blinked up at him, dazed, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to protest, but he was too tired to form words.

Pond pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before pulling away, reluctantly leaving the warmth of the bed.

Phuwin heard the soft sound of water running in the distance, and before he knew it, Pond was back with a warm, damp cloth in hand as he gently, carefully cleaned Phuwin up.

Phuwin’s cheeks burned as Pond’s touch was tender now, wiping away the mess between his legs with such care. It was so different from the man who had just ravaged him moments ago.

This was gentle, almost… intimate.

“You don’t have to…” Phuwin murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Shh…” Pond’s tone was soothing as he focused on cleaning Phuwin up, making sure he was comfortable. “Let me take care of you.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, something warm stirring in his chest at those words.

Once Pond was satisfied, he tossed the cloth aside and disappeared for a moment, returning with a fresh set of sheets.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Pond murmured, his voice soft as he gently lifted Phuwin’s exhausted body, stripping away the soiled sheets and replacing them with clean ones.

Phuwin barely registered the movements, too drained to do anything but let Pond maneuver him effortlessly.

When Pond finally tucked him back into the fresh sheets, the cool fabric was a welcome relief against his overheated skin.

“Better?” Pond asked softly, his dark eyes searching Phuwin’s face for any sign of discomfort.

Phuwin blinked up at him, a small, sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Mmm… yeah…” His voice was barely above a breath, his eyes already fluttering shut.

Pond pulled the covers up over Phuwin’s shoulders, making sure he was warm before settling down beside him. Phuwin felt the weight of Pond’s gaze on him, and even in his half-asleep state, he could sense the hesitation in the older man.

“Do you…” Phuwin’s voice was soft, almost hesitant. “Do you… want me to go?”

Pond’s brows furrowed, his expression softening instantly.

“Go?” Pond’s voice was filled with quiet disbelief, as if the idea hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Phuwin bit his bottom lip, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

“I mean… I don’t want to overstay or anything…”

Pond’s lips twitched into a small, almost amused smile as he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Phuwin’s ear.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Pond murmured softly, his tone firm but gentle.

Phuwin’s eyes blinked open wider, his gaze searching Pond’s face.

“You’re exhausted,” Pond added, his thumb brushing lightly over Phuwin’s cheek. “You need to rest.”

Phuwin’s lips parted as if he wanted to argue, but Pond leaned in closer, his lips brushing softly against Phuwin’s in a tender kiss that stole whatever words he was about to say.

“Stay,” Pond whispered against his lips, his voice barely above a breath.

Phuwin’s heart skipped a beat, his body melting into the kiss, the warmth of Pond’s words settling deep in his chest.

“Okay…” Phuwin whispered softly, his voice barely audible.

“Good,” Pond murmured, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he pressed one last kiss to Phuwin’s forehead.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” Pond whispered, pulling Phuwin closer against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around the younger man.

Phuwin’s body immediately relaxed in Pond’s embrace, the warmth of the older man’s body soothing him as exhaustion finally overtook him.

Phuwin stirred awake, the cool morning air brushing against his bare skin where the sheets had slipped down. His body felt heavy, limbs tangled in the comfort of clean sheets that still smelled faintly of him.

Pond.

The memories from last night came rushing back—the heat, the intensity, the way Pond had ruined him in the best possible way.

A soft, satisfied sigh escaped Phuwin’s lips as he shifted, but the ache that spread through his lower body made him hiss.

“Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath, wincing as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His thighs burned, his hips felt sore, and the muscles in his back protested with every slight movement.

Damn.

Pond hadn’t just fucked him—he’d wrecked him.

Phuwin ran a hand through his messy hair, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glanced to the side, expecting to see Pond still beside him.

But the bed was empty.

The space where Pond had been was cool now, and Phuwin’s brows furrowed slightly.

Gone?

A small pang of disappointment settled in his chest, but before he could dwell on it too much, the soft buzz of his phone vibrating on the nightstand caught his attention.

Phuwin reached for it, squinting at the bright screen as he unlocked it, and immediately, his phone was flooded with notifications.

Dunk: Where the fuck did you go??

Fourth: Dude, are you okay? You disappeared!

Satang: Phu, seriously, where are you??

Phuwin blinked, his heart skipping a beat as he scrolled through the endless messages, all from his worried friends who had apparently noticed his sudden disappearance from the club last night.

“Shit…” Phuwin murmured, running a hand down his face.

He quickly typed out a reply, his thumbs moving swiftly over the screen.

Phuwin: I’m fine. Got tired and left early. I’m safe, don’t worry.

It wasn’t a lie, technically. 

He was fine. 

Exhausted, sore, and thoroughly fucked out of his mind, but definitely fine.

Though he conveniently left out the part about who he had left with and where he had ended up.

As soon as the message was sent, Phuwin tossed his phone back onto the nightstand and let out a heavy breath, leaning back against the headboard.

His body still ached, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction that made the soreness worth it.

Deciding he couldn’t just laze around in bed all morning, Phuwin forced himself to stand, immediately regretting it as a sharp ache shot through his thighs.

“Fuck…” he groaned, his hand instinctively going to his lower back as he tried to steady himself.

That man really did a number on me…

Phuwin shuffled toward the bathroom, but as he passed by the floor-length mirror near the corner of the room, something caught his eye—

And when he turned to look—

His eyes widened, a deep blush creeping up his neck.

Hickeys.

Scattered all over his neck and collarbone, down to his chest. Dark, angry marks that told the story of what had happened last night.

“Shit…” Phuwin murmured under his breath, his fingers brushing over the bruises with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

And it wasn’t just the hickeys.

His eyes traveled further down—

Faint, fingerprint-shaped bruises lined his waist and hips where Pond’s hands had held him down, leaving evidence of how tightly he’d been gripped.

Phuwin swallowed, his skin burning as flashes of last night flooded his mind—Pond’s hands on him, his mouth, his words, the way he’d whispered filthy things in his ear while claiming him so thoroughly.

A shaky breath escaped Phuwin’s lips, his cheeks a deep shade of pink as he tore his gaze away from the mirror.

Get it together, he told himself, shaking his head.

But the ache between his legs and the marks on his skin told a different story.

But as he stood there, staring at the evidence of Pond’s touch all over his body, one thing was certain—

He wasn’t going to forget last night anytime soon.

Phuwin grabbed the nearest shirt draped over a chair, tugging it on without a second thought. The fabric was soft and smelled exactly like Pond.

A heady mix of musky cologne and something distinctly him.

Phuwin shivered as the scent enveloped him, the shirt hanging loose and oversized on his smaller frame, barely brushing the tops of his thighs.

It was definitely Pond’s.

The thought alone sent a flush of warmth creeping up his neck, but he brushed it off, running a hand through his messy hair as he padded out of the bedroom.

The apartment was quiet, the cool morning air brushing against his bare legs as he stepped into the hallway.

Maybe he really did leave…

Phuwin’s heart dipped slightly at the thought. He hadn’t expected anything after last night, hadn’t dared to hope that Pond would still be here.

But when he turned the corner and stepped into the living room, his breath caught.

There he was.

Pond.

Standing in the kitchen, looking sinfully good even in the morning.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, exposing the sharp V-line that made Phuwin’s mouth go dry. His toned chest and defined abs were on full display, his skin still glowing slightly from last night’s exertion.

His hair was disheveled, slightly damp, falling messily over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly sexy.

But what caught Phuwin’s attention the most—

Was the damn apron tied around Pond’s waist.

An apron.

Phuwin’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly as he watched Pond move around the kitchen with ease, flipping something in a pan, his back muscles flexing with every motion.

Holy shit.

Phuwin felt his throat go dry.

As if sensing his presence, Pond turned, and when his dark eyes met Phuwin’s sleepy, wide-eyed gaze, a slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Pond murmured, his voice low and warm, making heat coil low in Phuwin’s stomach.

Phuwin blinked, momentarily stunned, his mind still catching up to what he was seeing.

And then—

Pond’s eyes darkened as they swept over Phuwin’s body, taking in the sight of the younger standing there, barely covered by a shirt— his shirt.

“Is that… my shirt?” Pond’s voice was laced with something dangerous, his gaze lingering on how the fabric barely hid the curve of Phuwin’s thighs.

Phuwin swallowed, feeling hot under Pond’s intense stare, but he managed a teasing smile despite the heat pooling in his stomach.

“Maybe…” he murmured, tugging at the hem of the shirt.

Pond’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening further as he took a slow step toward Phuwin.

“Come here,” Pond murmured, his tone low but commanding.

Phuwin didn’t even hesitate. His feet moved before his brain could catch up, and before he knew it, Pond was in front of him. They were so close that Phuwin could feel the heat radiating off his bare skin.

Pond’s hands slid to Phuwin’s waist, pulling him in gently but firmly.

“Morning,” Phuwin mumbled softly, his eyes flickering up to meet Pond’s.

Pond’s lips curled into a soft smile before he leaned in, brushing his lips gently against Phuwin’s in a lingering, tender kiss that completely stole his breath away. Phuwin melted into it, his body leaning into Pond’s warmth as their lips moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

When Pond finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against Phuwin’s, his eyes filled with something softer now.

“Hungry?” Pond murmured, his lips brushing lightly against Phuwin’s.

Phuwin blinked, still slightly dazed, his brain taking a second to process the question.

“Uh…” His stomach chose that moment to let out a low, very audible growl, making his cheeks flush instantly.

Pond chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over Phuwin’s cheek as he guided him toward the kitchen.

“Come on,” Pond demands as he leads Phuwin to the counter. “I made breakfast.”

Phuwin let himself be guided, still feeling a little light-headed from the kiss.

And maybe from the fact that Pond was cooking for him, shirtless, looking like a goddamn dream.

Pond pulled out a chair for him, gently coaxing him to sit. Phuwin’s mind was spinning as he sat at the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to the plate of bacon and eggs that Pond had just placed in front of him.

What the hell is happening?

This… this wasn’t how these things usually went.

One-night stands didn’t end with breakfast and tender kisses in the morning. They didn’t end with the guy—insanely attractive, older guy—making you coffee while standing shirtless in the kitchen like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Phuwin’s brow furrowed as he picked at the food with his fork, his mind racing.

Was Pond always this sweet?

Was he the kind of man who pampered every hookup?

No way.

Phuwin couldn’t believe that. Pond didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way for just anyone.

But then again…

You don’t know him, Phu.

They’d just met.

His mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts as he watched Pond move around the kitchen, making coffee with practiced ease, his back muscles flexing slightly as he reached for the mugs.

Phuwin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.

How is he so effortlessly sexy doing something so simple?

“Here.”

Pond’s smooth, deep voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and Phuwin looked up just as Pond placed a steaming mug of coffee beside his plate.

“Thanks…” Phuwin murmured softly, his voice a little hoarse as he wrapped his fingers around the warm mug.

Pond gave him a small smile, sliding onto the stool beside him with his own plate and coffee.

And then…

They ate.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The quiet clinking of cutlery filled the space, and for a moment, it was… almost surreal.

No awkwardness. No tension.

Just…

Comfort.

Phuwin stole a glance at Pond, who was calmly eating beside him, his posture relaxed, his expression completely at ease.

How can he be so calm about this?

Phuwin, on the other hand, felt like his brain was running a million miles a minute.

“Good?” Pond’s voice broke the silence, his dark eyes glancing over at Phuwin with a soft, unreadable expression.

Phuwin blinked, caught off guard, before quickly nodding.

“Yeah,” he murmured, swallowing a piece of bacon. “It’s… really good.”

Pond’s lips quirked into a small, satisfied smile before he took another sip of his coffee.

And just like that, they continued eating. No tension, no awkwardness. Just two people having breakfast together after a night of mind-blowing sex.

But the normalcy of it all was what was throwing Phuwin off.

Is this normal for him?

Was Pond just this… casual about things like this?

Phuwin’s mind wandered back to last night—the way Pond had touched him, the way he’d looked at him, the way he’d taken care of him afterward, not just physically, but with such tenderness.

That wasn’t casual…

Was it?

Phuwin’s brows furrowed slightly, confusion swirling in his chest.

“Something on your mind?” Pond’s voice was low, but there was an edge to it like he’d noticed the way Phuwin’s thoughts had drifted.

Phuwin’s eyes snapped up, meeting Pond’s steady gaze.

For a moment, he thought about asking— Are you always this sweet to your hookups? —but he swallowed the question down, forcing a small, dismissive smile.

“Just… thinking about stuff,” Phuwin murmured softly, brushing it off.

Pond didn’t press, but his gaze lingered for a moment longer, as if he could sense that something was on Phuwin’s mind.

But he let it go.

“Eat,” Pond said softly, his voice almost gentle. “You need your energy after last night.”

Phuwin’s cheeks flushed instantly, heat rushing to his face as he glanced down at his plate, suddenly very focused on his food.

But even as he tried to distract himself, his mind couldn’t stop replaying the question that had been nagging at him since he woke up—

What does this mean to him?

And more importantly—

What does this mean to me?

Phuwin’s fingers tapped against the screen, typing a quick message into the group chat.

Phuwin: Anyone awake? Call me in 5.

He hit send and glanced at Pond from across the kitchen. Pond was now wiping down the counter, still shirtless under that damn apron. The sight of his toned chest and broad shoulders should’ve been illegal this early in the morning. 

Phuwin’s heart squeezed painfully because fuck, he was still ridiculously attracted to him.

But the warmth of last night was gone now, replaced by the quiet tension of the morning after. The normalcy of breakfast, the easy conversation… it felt too intimate for something that was supposed to be casual.

Phuwin cleared his throat, making sure his voice was loud enough to carry. “I should probably go soon,” he said casually, not looking directly at Pond. “I’ve got… some stuff to do today.”

“Right. Of course.” Pond’s hands stilled for a moment before he nodded, his expression unreadable. 

Phuwin tried to ignore the dull ache in his chest. Why did it feel like he was the only one feeling this… weirdness? Like he was the only one holding on to something that maybe didn’t exist.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed. Dunk’s name flashed across the screen. Phuwin let out a quiet sigh of relief and answered.

“Hey,” he said, forcing a light tone. “Yeah… I’ll be there soon.” He paused just enough to make it sound like Dunk was asking him something. “Mm-hm. Okay, see you in a bit.”

As he hung up, Phuwin realized he was still wearing Pond’s shirt. The soft fabric hung loosely over his frame, and the scent of Pond still lingered on it. Clean, musky, distracting.

Damn it.

With a quiet sigh, Phuwin slipped back into Pond’s room to change. He found his clothes from last night crumpled on the floor, a reminder of how they had been so eager to tear them off. As he pulled them on, they felt heavier now, like they carried the weight of everything that had happened between them.

When he emerged a few minutes later, his arms were full—full of his clothes, his emotions, his confusion.

“Thanks for breakfast,” he murmured, offering Pond a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Anytime.” Pond returned the smile, but it felt… off. 

And that was it.

Phuwin walked to the door, forcing his legs to move even when all he wanted was to turn around and ask—

“Was this just a one-time thing?”

“Do you want to see me again?”

“What the hell are we doing?”

But he didn’t.

He didn’t ask.

Because he was too scared of the answer.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Pond alone in the quiet of his apartment. And Phuwin?

Phuwin left with a head full of confusion and a heart that already wanted more.

Over the week, Phuwin threw himself back into his usual routine: streaming, gaming, uploading cover songs.

When he was gaming, he could focus on his reflexes and strategies, teasing his chat and throwing out witty comebacks. When he was singing, he poured himself into the music, his covers carrying a little more feeling than usual, which his fans didn’t miss.

“Damn, Phuwin. This one hits different.”

“Why does it sound like you’re serenading someone? 👀”

“Okay, but who’s the song for? We need answers!”

Phuwin laughed it off, throwing a playful wink at the camera. 

“What? Can’t a guy get in his feelings once in a while?” he teased, making light of it.

But when the camera was off and the noise faded, his thoughts always drifted back to Pond.

The solid feel of him… the rough hands that knew exactly how to make him lose control.

The way Pond had looked at him that morning. Calm, composed, as if sharing breakfast was the most natural thing in the world.

And the way Pond had let him go… so easily.

Phuwin didn’t know what to make of it.

He hadn’t asked for Pond’s number.

And he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

On one hand, it saved him from the awkwardness of waiting for a text that might never come. No expectations. No disappointments. It kept things clean. No strings, no complicated feelings.

But on the other hand…

What if Pond had wanted to reach out?

What if he was waiting for Phuwin to make the first move?

Phuwin wasn’t sure which thought was worse—the idea that Pond wasn’t interested enough to keep in touch… or the possibility that Phuwin had missed a chance at something more.

He was 26 years old. Too old to be pining over someone he had met only once. But also too young to be worrying about trivial matters.

Except Pond didn’t feel like something trivial.

Phuwin liked to tell himself that it was nothing, that he was just caught up in the thrill of something new, something forbidden. But no matter how much he tried to downplay it, Pond lingered in his mind.

So, he kept distracting himself, filling his days with noise and activity. Because wondering about Pond?

That was a rabbit hole Phuwin wasn’t ready to fall down.

Phuwin was just about to wrap up his latest stream when his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the caller ID, Winny. His manager.

“Phi,” Phuwin answered casually, leaning back in his chair. “What’s up?”

“Big news,” Winny’s voice was practically buzzing with excitement. “I’ve got something that might interest you.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Phuwin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. 

“Okay, so, there’s this company looking for a fresh sound for their next big project,” Winny began, his words tumbling out in a rush. “They’ve been scouting for someone who can write and produce something modern but with emotion. And guess whose name came up?”

Phuwin blinked, sitting up straighter. “Wait… me?”

“Yeah, you!” Winny laughed, clearly thrilled. “They’ve heard your covers and the original stuff you’ve posted, and they’re interested. They want you to write a song for them.”

Phuwin felt a spark of excitement rush through him. A collaboration? A chance to create something for a company that actually sought him out?

“Whoa.” He ran a hand through his hair, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s… kind of huge.”

“I know, right?” Winny’s voice was practically beaming. “They’re serious about this. They want to set up a meeting to go over the details. I’ve scheduled it for tomorrow. Can you make it?”

“Of course,” Phuwin said without hesitation. There was no way he was passing this up. “What time?”

“10 AM. I’ll send you the details after this,” Winny replied, her excitement still palpable. “They’re expecting great things, Phu.”

Phuwin’s smile grew wider, his heart pounding with anticipation. This was the kind of opportunity he’d been working toward.

“Got it. I’ll be ready,” he said confidently.

“Perfect. I’ll keep you posted.”

As the call ended, Phuwin leaned back in his chair, his mind already racing with possibilities.

A new project. A new challenge.

For the first time all week, he had something to look forward to—something to keep his mind off of everything else.

Phuwin and Winny took their time at the café, sipping coffee and going over the final details before the meeting.

Winny was as thorough as ever, making sure Phuwin understood the company’s vision and what they were looking for. Phuwin listened carefully, though a part of him was already mentally preparing melodies and lyrics in his head.

“You ready?” Winny asked, finishing the last sip of her latte.

“Always,” Phuwin smirked, his usual confidence slipping back into place. 

They arrived at JASP.ER’s headquarters a little before the scheduled time.

The building was sleek and modern, all glass panels and clean lines. JASP.ER was an up-and-coming entertainment company that had been making waves recently with fresh, innovative concepts. Landing a project with them was a huge opportunity.

Phuwin adjusted his shirt, suddenly feeling a bit more nervous than he expected. Why was he so jittery?

Probably just the excitement, he told himself.

They were led to a bright, minimalist conference room where the meeting was set to take place.

“Alright,” Winny whispered beside him. “The CEO and the artist should be here any minute. The CEO is handling the artist personally. From what I’ve heard, it’s because the artist is like a son. He was the youngest trainee and the first to debut.”

Phuwin nodded, taking a deep breath. He was ready.

And then the door opened.

Phuwin stood up, his practiced smile in place, but—

His heart stopped.

Pond.

What the hell…?

Phuwin blinked, almost convinced his mind was playing tricks on him. But no—Pond was standing there, looking as polished and composed as ever, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that screamed power and authority.

His hair was neatly styled, but there was still that effortless charm in his posture, the same charm that had driven Phuwin insane just a week ago.

And Pond looked just as surprised to see him.

But before either of them could say anything, Winny stepped in smoothly.

“Phuwin, this is Mr. Lertratkosum…” he introduced him, completely unaware of the history simmering under the surface. “CEO of JASP.ER.”

Phuwin’s mouth went dry.

“Mr. Lertratkosum, this is Phuwin Tangsakyuen, the songwriter and producer I mentioned earlier,” Winny continued cheerfully. “And he’s also a popular streamer. Very talented.”

Pond recovered quickly. His expression was unreadable, but there was a glint of something in his eyes that made Phuwin’s stomach flip.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Pond said smoothly, extending a hand as if they were strangers.

Phuwin swallowed and took it, their hands brushing in a way that sent sparks down his spine.

“Likewise,” Phuwin murmured, keeping his tone polite despite the pounding in his chest.

Before Phuwin could process any of it, another figure entered the room—Joong, the artist Phuwin would be working with.

Joong was young but already making waves in the industry with his voice. He had a cool, approachable vibe that made fans adore him.

And apparently, Joong was one of Phuwin’s fans, too.

“Wait… you’re Phuwin!” Joong’s eyes widened as he stepped forward, a grin spreading across his face. “No way! I watch your streams all the time!”

“Oh… uh, really?” Phuwin blinked, momentarily thrown off. 

“Yeah! You’re crazy good at games,” Joong said excitedly. “And your covers? Man, I’ve had a few of them on repeat.”

“Well, I aim to please.” Phuwin felt his usual cocky confidence slide back in place, flashing a charming grin. 

“This is gonna be awesome.” Joong laughed, clearly starstruck. 

Phuwin was grateful for the distraction.

Because while he was exchanging pleasantries with Joong, he could feel Pond’s eyes on him. 

Watching. Assessing.

And Phuwin had no idea how to deal with that.

The meeting started smoothly, despite the initial shock that was still lingering at the back of Phuwin’s mind.

Winny took the lead at first, giving a brief introduction of Phuwin’s work and experience. Joong, still clearly excited about working with someone he admired, listened intently.

Pond, however, remained quiet, only giving a few insights here and there.

He was sitting at the head of the table, his expression composed, but Phuwin could feel his gaze drifting toward him every so often. It was distracting.

But Phuwin wasn’t about to let that throw him off. 

This was business. And he was damn good at his job.

“So,” Phuwin said, shifting his focus to Joong with a professional smile. “Let’s talk about your debut track.”

“Yeah! I’ve been thinking a lot about it.” Joong leaned forward, his eyes lighting up with excitement. 

Phuwin nodded, pulling out his notebook and pen. “Good. I want to get a sense of what vibe you’re going for. What kind of mood do you want the song to have? What message are you trying to convey?”

Joong tilted his head thoughtfully, his expression softening. “I want it to be about… something unexpected. Like… when love hits you out of nowhere, and you don’t know what to do with it.”

Phuwin’s pen froze.

For a split second, his mind flashed back to that night.

To him.

To the heat between them.

To waking up in his bed the next morning, confused but yearning for more.

Unexpected love.

“Something that catches you off guard,” Joong continued, oblivious to Phuwin’s momentary distraction. “Like… you’re not even looking for it, but it finds you anyway.”

Phuwin cleared his throat, quickly regaining his composure.

“Got it. Unexpected love,” he repeated, jotting down notes. “Do you want it upbeat? More emotional? What’s the feel you’re going for?”

Joong smiled, a little shy now. “Emotional, definitely. But not too slow. I want it to hit people in the chest but still have a beat they can vibe to.”

Phuwin nodded, his mind already piecing together ideas. “Something heartfelt but catchy.”

“Exactly.”

Pond spoke up then, his voice smooth and steady.

“That sounds like a strong concept,” he said, his eyes finally meeting Phuwin’s. “Do you think you can capture that, Phuwin?”

Phuwin’s breath caught.

There was something in the way Pond said his name—controlled, professional—but with an undertone that made Phuwin’s skin prickle.

He met Pond’s gaze, keeping his expression neutral despite the heat simmering beneath it.

“Yeah,” Phuwin replied smoothly, his lips curling into a confident smile. “I think I can handle that.”

Pond’s lips quirked ever so slightly.

“Good,” he murmured, before leaning back in his chair.

Phuwin forced himself to look away, refocusing on Joong.

“Alright,” he said, his voice steady as he jotted down more notes. “Let’s talk references. Any artists or styles you’re inspired by?”

The meeting continued, but Phuwin couldn’t shake the feeling that, in this room, the real tension wasn’t coming from the project.

It was coming from Pond.

And it was anything but unexpected.

 

The meeting wrapped up smoothly after going over the final details.

Joong was practically glowing with excitement, shaking Phuwin’s hand and thanking him about a dozen times before heading out. Winny gave Phuwin a proud smile, whispering a quick “You killed it” before following Joong out to finalize some paperwork.

Phuwin was gathering his things, ready to leave, when Pond’s voice stopped him.

“Phuwin,” Pond said, his tone suddenly softer, more familiar.

Phuwin froze for a moment, gripping his notebook a little too tightly. That tone.

It wasn’t the composed, authoritative CEO voice from the meeting. 

It was… the Pond he’d met a week ago.

The one who kissed him breathless.

The one who made him fall apart with nothing but his hands and filthy words.

“Can we talk?” Pond asked, his eyes steady but… warmer.

Phuwin swallowed.

“Uh… sure.”

Winny and Joong were long gone when Pond shut the door, sealing them inside the office.

The change was immediate.

Gone was the cool, composed CEO. In his place was the Pond Phuwin had met at the club—stern but playful, confident but endearing.

Phuwin stood by the table, fiddling with the corner of his notebook, not quite meeting Pond’s eyes.

 “So…” he started, his voice quieter than usual.

Pond didn’t move closer, but Phuwin could feel his presence. The heat of it, the weight of it.

“I didn’t expect…” Phuwin trailed off, finally looking up. “You never mentioned… you’re kind of a big deal.”

Pond’s lips quirked, but he looked almost… shy.

“I could say the same,” Pond murmured, his gaze steady but warmer now. “A million subscribers? That’s… impressive.”

“It’s nothing.” Phuwin gave a small shrug, trying to act nonchalant. 

“It’s not nothing,” Pond said softly, his tone almost… admiring.

Phuwin’s throat felt dry.

They stood there for a moment, caught in the strange space between the past and the present. Between that night and this one.

“About that night…” Phuwin shifted, biting his lip before speaking. 

Pond’s eyes darkened, his posture tensing just slightly. “Phuwin…”

“Relax,” Phuwin murmured, giving him a small smile. “I’m not… asking for anything.”

But he was.

Just not with words.

“I just…” Phuwin’s eyes flickered down for a second before meeting Pond’s again. “I wasn’t sure if you’d… want to talk to me after.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Pond’s jaw clenched, his gaze suddenly intense. 

Phuwin’s heart thudded.

“I don’t know.” His voice was quieter now. “Just… didn’t seem like your thing. One night… and that’s it.”

Pond didn’t answer immediately. But when he did, his voice was rougher, lower.

“Phuwin…” He took a step closer, not touching, but close enough that Phuwin’s breath hitched. “I don’t do this often. I’m not…”

“Me neither,” Phuwin murmured, his gaze flickering down to Pond’s lips for half a second. “So maybe…”

He was testing the water now.

A small move. A subtle step forward. But Pond was already drowning.

“Maybe,” Phuwin said softly, “we should exchange numbers. You know… for Joong.”

For Joong.

Sure.

Pond didn’t even hesitate. He pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a swift motion and handing it to Phuwin.

Phuwin took it, fingers brushing against Pond’s. He typed in his number, saving his name—just ‘Phuwin,’ nothing else.

When he handed the phone back, their fingers lingered for a beat too long.

“Just in case,” Phuwin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Right,” Pond replied, his tone just as quiet, but there was something heavier in the air now.

Phuwin should have left then.

But he didn’t.

Not yet.

Instead…

On instinct, without thinking, without even second-guessing, Phuwin leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Pond’s lips.

It was brief. Just a brush of warmth. But Pond’s breath caught, and Phuwin felt it. Felt the way Pond’s hand ghosted over his waist. But before Pond could pull him back, before he could drown in it completely, Phuwin pulled away.

Their eyes met.

Pond’s gaze was dark, his expression unreadable but… wanting.

Phuwin smirked.

“See you around, Mr. Lertratkosum,” he murmured, stepping back.

And then he was gone.

Leaving Pond standing there, his lips tingling, his mind spinning, and his heart pounding.

Phuwin wanted him to want more.

 

Phuwin barely made it out of the building before his phone buzzed.

He glanced down, expecting maybe a message from Winny or one of his friends, but it was Pond.

 

Pond: 

Was that goodbye… or a promise?

 

Phuwin froze.

His lips twitched, heat rushing to his face as the memory of that kiss flashed back, making his knees feel weak all over again.

Oh, this man.

 

Phuwin:

Depends…

Do you want it to be a promise?

 

He hit send before he could think twice, his pulse racing.

The reply was almost immediate.

 

Pond:

Careful, Phu.

You’re playing a dangerous game again.

 

Phuwin swallowed.

Yeah, and I’m not sure who’s going to lose first.

Before he could respond, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was Winny.

“Where did you run off to?” Winny’s voice teased through the speaker when Phuwin picked up. “You disappeared before I could even ask you how you think the meeting went.”

Phuwin forced a casual laugh, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Ah… I just needed some air, Phi,” he lied smoothly. “The meeting was good, though. I think Joong’s got a solid vision, and the song’s gonna be fun to work on.”

Winny hummed, clearly not convinced. “Uh-huh… And what about Mr. Lertratkosum?”

Phuwin’s breath caught.

“What about him?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Winny said, his voice dripping with curiosity. “You two stayed back in the office. Looked… intense. You know him?”

Phuwin’s mind raced.

“Uh…” He shifted, biting his lip. “Not… really. Just… met him once before.”

“Once?” Winny repeated, obviously fishing for more.

Phuwin cleared his throat, trying not to sound too flustered.

“Yeah. Nothing serious,” he said vaguely, avoiding the loaded question entirely.

“Hmm.” Winny’s tone was skeptical, but thankfully, he didn’t press. “Well, whatever that was… he looked like he was ready to eat you whole.”

Phuwin almost choked.

“P’Winny!”

“What?” Winny laughed. “I’m just saying.”

“I’ll… talk to you later, okay?” Phuwin rubbed his temple, his cheeks burning. 

“Alright, alright,” Winny teased, but Phuwin could hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t get too distracted. We’ve got work to do.”

“Got it,” Phuwin muttered, ending the call.

But as soon as he put his phone down, it buzzed again.

 

Pond:

I meant what I said, Phuwin.

Be careful.

 

Phuwin’s heart raced.

 

 

 

The recording studio was quiet when Phuwin arrived.

Too quiet.

Pond had texted him the night before, asking him to come in earlier, before Joong and the others.

 

Pond:
Come early tomorrow. I want to go over some things before everyone else gets there.

Phuwin:
Sure, Sir.

 

Sir.

Phuwin had typed it just to mess with him. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Testing the waters again. Poking the bear.

And now, standing in the dimly lit studio, he was more than ready to keep pushing.

“Right on time.”

Phuwin’s head snapped up at the sound of Pond’s voice.

Pond was already there, leaning casually against the soundboard with that damn confident posture, looking way too good for a man who was supposedly here for ‘work.’

Dark slacks, crisp button-up sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a watch that screamed wealth... and that gaze.

Phuwin swallowed. God help him.

“Good morning... Sir. ”

Pond’s jaw clenched.

Oh.

Phuwin saw it. The flicker in Pond’s eyes, that flash of heat.

“Phuwin.” Pond’s voice was steady, but his tone was a warning. “Behave.”

Phuwin grinned.

“What did I do?” He tilted his head, stepping closer, closing the distance between them. “Didn’t you tell me to come early?”

Pond’s gaze darkened, his body going tense as Phuwin’s voice dropped lower.

“Thought we’d go over... everything.” Phuwin’s lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned casually against the table, just a little too close.

Pond’s eyes never left him.

“Phuwin...” Pond murmured, his voice rough, almost dangerous.

But Phuwin was feeling bold.

He licked his lips, eyes glinting with mischief. “Yes... Sir? ”

That was it.

In one swift motion, Pond had him pinned against the soundboard.

Phuwin gasped. But the sound was swallowed immediately when Pond’s lips crashed onto his. Hot, demanding, consuming.

Phuwin melted.

Fuck.

Pond’s hand was firm on his waist, holding him in place, while the other cupped the back of Phuwin’s neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. It was messy, intense, nothing like the soft kiss from the day before.

This was Pond putting him in his place. And Phuwin loved it.

“Is this what you wanted?” Pond murmured against his lips, his voice a low growl.

“Maybe...” Phuwin’s knees felt weak, his hands gripping Pond’s shirt to stay grounded. 

Pond’s lips brushed over his again, softer this time, teasing. “Careful, Phu.”

“Or what?” Phuwin whispered, eyes half-lidded, heart pounding in his chest.

Pond’s eyes darkened.

“Or I’ll remind you again who’s in charge.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched.

And just as Pond leaned in again—

The door swung open. They broke apart instantly.

Phuwin’s eyes widened as Joong walked in, grinning from ear to ear.

“P’Phuwin, you’re here! I was too excited, so I came early!” Joong said, practically bouncing into the room.

Phuwin turned away, trying to catch his breath while Pond straightened, adjusting his shirt.

“Joong...” Pond’s voice was surprisingly steady, but there was a faint flush on his cheeks.

Joong blinked, then frowned slightly. “Wait... P’Pond, what are you doing here? I thought... I mean...” He scratched his head, looking genuinely confused. “You’re the CEO... you don’t really need to be here for the recording, do you?”

Pond looked... caught.

For a moment, he just stood there, his usual cool composure cracking slightly.

“I...” Pond cleared his throat, avoiding Phuwin’s gaze. “I just... wanted to oversee the progress personally.”

Phuwin almost laughed.

Liar.

He bit his lip, barely holding back a grin as he adjusted his shirt, trying to look casual.

“P’Pond’s really dedicated, huh?” Joong grinned, completely buying the excuse.

“Yeah. Very,” Phuwin murmured under his breath, just loud enough for Pond to hear.

Pond shot him a warning look.

But Phuwin’s smirk was pure mischief.

Pond lasted an hour.

Just an hour of pretending he wasn’t watching Phuwin, of pretending he wasn’t acutely aware of the younger man’s every movement, every glance, every damn breath.

Phuwin, of course, was not helping.

He was all business on the surface.

Professional. Focused. But Pond caught the teasing glances Phuwin threw his way. The way his lips quirked when their eyes met across the room. The way he tilted his head ever so slightly when he spoke, like he was daring Pond to lose control again.

And Pond was barely holding on.

When his phone buzzed, notifying him of a meeting he was already late for, he almost sighed in relief.

“I need to go,” Pond announced, standing from his seat near the soundboard. His tone was steady, but his eyes lingered on Phuwin for a second too long.

Phuwin looked up, eyes glinting with something Pond couldn’t quite place.

“Leaving already... Sir? ”

Pond’s jaw clenched.

That little—

“Duty calls,” Pond said, forcing a neutral smile as he grabbed his phone and jacket. “I’ll check in later.”

But before he left...

His gaze found Phuwin one last time.

Phuwin’s lips curled into the smallest, most infuriating smirk.

And then Pond was gone.

 

Hours passed, and Phuwin had pushed Pond out of his mind, mostly.

Joong was doing great. His voice was clean, hitting the right emotions that Phuwin envisioned when he wrote the song.

It was a song that had been sitting on Phuwin’s drive for a while. One he never got around to using, always feeling like it was waiting for the right artist.

And now... it was Joong.

“Try that last note again,” Phuwin suggested, leaning into the mic from the control room. “Hold it just a second longer this time.”

Joong nodded, adjusting his headphones, and gave it another go.

Perfect.

Phuwin grinned, his fingers instinctively tapping on the desk as he listened.

“Nice.” He pressed the button again. “That’s it. You’re killing it, Joong.”

Joong’s face lit up, and his voice came through the speakers.

“P’Phuwin... really?”

“Really,” Phuwin said with a smile. “You’re hitting the emotions perfectly. We’re almost there.”

“Thank you, P’Phuwin.” Joong’s excitement was infectious.

But before they could get back to it, the door swung open.

“Look what I brought!”

Winny walked in, arms full of snacks and drinks, grinning from ear to ear.

“P’Winny!” Phuwin chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wasn’t needed, but I figured you’d all be starving,” Winny said with a wink, placing the goodies down on the table. “Consider it my good deed for the day.”

Phuwin shook his head, but he was grateful.

“Thanks, Phi.”

Winny scanned the room, eyes narrowing playfully as he glanced between Phuwin, who was now opening the food, and Joong, who gets out of the booth to sit and eat. But his real curiosity was directed at Phuwin.

“Mr. Lertratkosum’s not here?” Winny asked casually, though Phuwin could hear the undertone.

“He was here earlier,” Phuwin said smoothly, focusing on the soundboard. “But he had a meeting.”

Winny raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm.”

Phuwin ignored it.

 

They got back to work after a short break.

Joong was dedicated, focused, and eager to get everything just right.

But he was also opinionated, which Phuwin liked.

“I think...” Joong bit his lip, pausing after the last take. “P’Phuwin, can we tweak the second verse a little? I want it to feel... more raw. More honest.”

Phuwin’s brow lifted.

“Honest?”

Joong nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. “This song’s about confessing, right? I think the second verse needs to hit harder... catch people off guard.”

Phuwin considered it.

He glanced at the lyrics on his tablet, humming softly.

“Okay,” he murmured, eyes scanning the words. “Let’s play around with it. What are you thinking?”

Joong’s eyes brightened. “Maybe... change the phrasing a little? Make it less polished, more...”

“Real,” Phuwin finished for him, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Exactly!” Joong grinned. 

They worked on it together, bouncing ideas back and forth.

Phuwin loved this part in working with other artists. The creative push and pull, finding the perfect balance between emotion and technique.

By the time they were done, the second verse felt... right.

“Alright,” Phuwin said, satisfied as he leaned back, stretching his arms. “Let’s try that version.”

Joong gave him a thumbs-up, excitement practically radiating off of him as he stepped back into the booth.

 

The session wrapped up smoothly.

Joong was practically glowing with excitement, his energy infectious even after hours in the studio.

“P’Phuwin,” Joong said as he packed up his things, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you so much for this opportunity. I never imagined I’d be working with someone like you.”

Phuwin smiled, genuinely touched.

“You’re the one doing all the hard work, Joong. I’m just here to guide you.”

“But still...” Joong’s grin was wide, eyes bright. “I’m really lucky. I’ll work even harder next session!”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Phuwin chuckled. 

They exchanged a few more words before Joong left, off to his dance practice. Phuwin liked him. Joong was eager, hardworking, and passionate. A refreshing presence to be around.

And now, after 5 hours in the studio, he was done for the day.

Phuwin gathered his things, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in. He was eager to go home, take a long shower, and maybe get some sleep without a certain old man invading his thoughts.

But fate had other plans.

As Phuwin stepped into the building’s sleek lobby, already mentally mapping out his night of solitude, a familiar voice called out.

“Phuwin.”

Phuwin froze.

His head turned automatically, and there he was.

Pond.

Standing near the glass doors, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his slacks, looking every bit as composed and devastatingly handsome as ever.

Phuwin’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh, come on.

“Pond,” Phuwin blinked, trying not to look too affected.

“Where are you going?”

“Uh... home?” Phuwin replied, shifting the bag on his shoulder. “Why?”

Pond stepped closer, closing the distance between them with that same effortless grace that made Phuwin’s knees feel weak.

“I have my car with me,” Pond said, his tone smooth but laced with something else, something dangerous. “Let me take you home.”

Phuwin blinked.

“You... don’t have to, Pond.” He tried to sound casual, but his heart was pounding.

“I know.”

Pond’s gaze was steady, unwavering.

“But I want to.”

Phuwin’s brain short-circuited.

“Unless,” Pond added, voice lower now, almost teasing, “you’re in a rush to get away from me.”

Phuwin’s throat went dry.

Shit.

“Okay,” he said softly, the word slipping past his lips before he could even think.

Pond’s lips curved into a small smile.

“Good.”

Phuwin’s heart was a mess.

What am I doing?

But as Pond walked with him side by side, his hand brushing lightly against Phuwin’s lower back, Phuwin decided he didn’t care.

 

The younger followed quietly as Pond led him to the basement parking.

The cool air of the underground lot was a welcome contrast to the heat simmering under his skin. Pond’s presence was too much sometimes. Too heavy, too consuming.

And then, because of course he would—

Pond opened the passenger door for him.

“Seriously?” Phuwin arched a brow, crossing his arms. “Are you always this chivalrous, Mr. Lertratkosum?”

Pond’s lips twitched.

“Is that a complaint?”

Phuwin rolled his eyes, but the warmth spreading across his cheeks betrayed him.

“Such an old man,” he mumbled under his breath, but not loud enough to be taken seriously.

Pond didn’t miss a thing.

“Old enough to know how to treat someone properly,” he murmured, eyes glinting with amusement.

Phuwin froze.

That tone.

The one that made his stomach flip and his thoughts scatter.

“Get in, sweetheart,” Pond said, voice low, almost a command.

Phuwin’s breath hitched.

But he obeyed.

Why does it feel so good when he calls me like that?

 

The ride started out... normal.

For the first few minutes, at least.

Phuwin gave him directions, and Pond drove effortlessly, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on the gearshift.

And Phuwin?

Phuwin was doing everything he could not to stare.

The sleeves of Pond’s button-up were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms.

The veins.

The sheer control in his grip.

Focus, Phuwin.

“So...” Pond’s voice cut through the silence, smooth and warm. “You’ve been a streamer since college?”

Phuwin blinked, grateful for the distraction.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “Graduated at 22, didn’t really know what I wanted to do. I started streaming for fun... mostly gaming at first. But then people started watching. Liking my stuff. I gained a following. It was... unexpected.”

Pond glanced at him, intrigued.

“And you just kept going?”

Phuwin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“It was... addicting, I guess.” He shrugged, fingers brushing over the hem of his shirt absentmindedly. “I was having fun and earning money. So... why not?”

Pond’s eyes flicked toward him, something unreadable in his gaze.

“Smart,” Pond murmured, his voice thoughtful. “Do something you love and make a living out of it.”

“Yeah...” He smiled softly, but then his tone shifted, lighter, teasing. “Though it’s not as glamorous as owning a whole damn dance agency.”

Pond chuckled, deep and rich.

“Don’t be fooled,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “It’s a lot of work.”

“Hmm.” Phuwin tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

“But you’re the boss. So I’m guessing... you like being in control.”

The air inside the car shifted. Pond’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Phuwin didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched.

“Phuwin...”

Oh, that tone again.

Phuwin’s lips curled.

“Did I hit a nerve, sir ?”

Pond’s eyes darkened.

“Careful.”

Phuwin’s heart was pounding now.

“But I like pushing your buttons,” Phuwin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but Pond heard it. Loud and clear.

Pond’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

“You do, don’t you?”

Phuwin swallowed. But he didn’t back down.

“I do.”

Pond’s eyes flicked toward him again, his gaze heavy.

“Careful, Phu...” Pond’s voice was low, almost a warning. “You might not like where that leads.”

Phuwin’s throat went dry.

But instead of retreating, he leaned in.

“I think I’d like it,” Phuwin murmured softly, his lips curving. “Wouldn’t I, sir ?”

Pond’s breath hitched.

Oh, he was playing a dangerous game.

Pond’s knuckles tightened on the wheel, and for a split second, Phuwin wondered if he’d pushed too far.

But then Pond’s lips quirked, his smile laced with dark amusement.

“You’re trouble,” Pond murmured, shaking his head slightly.

Phuwin’s grin was pure mischief.

“You have no idea.”

 

The conversation drifted after that. Lighter, less dangerous.

They talked about music, about Joong’s debut, about how Phuwin sometimes wrote songs for artists on the side.

“My music’s more of a hobby than anything,” Phuwin admitted, voice softer now. “I like doing it, but... streaming’s what keeps me going.”

“Why not focus more on your music?” Pond asked, his tone genuinely curious.

Phuwin shrugged.

“I don’t know... I guess I never thought I was good enough to take it seriously.”

Pond frowned.

“Don’t say that.”

Phuwin blinked, startled by the sudden firmness in Pond’s tone.

“You’re obviously talented, Phu.” Pond glanced at him, his gaze steady, sincere.

“Don’t downplay that.”

Phuwin’s breath caught.

Damn it.

Why did he have to say things like that?

“I...” Phuwin looked away, heat creeping up his neck. “Thanks, Pond.”

Pond smiled softly.

“You’re welcome.”

 

The sleek black car rolled to a smooth stop in front of Phuwin’s condo building.

“Here we are,” Pond murmured, his voice calm, but the weight of his gaze lingered on Phuwin.

Phuwin unbuckled his seatbelt, but... he didn’t move to get out.

Not yet.

Instead, he turned to Pond, lips curled into that familiar, mischievous smile that Pond was quickly learning could ruin him.

“Pond...” Phuwin’s tone was sweet, almost too sweet. “Do you... wanna come up?”

Pond’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. His jaw clenched, but his composure didn’t falter.

“Are you inviting me, Phu?”

Phuwin’s smile widened, eyes gleaming with playful intent.

“Well... I wouldn’t want to be rude.” He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping to something softer, something more dangerous. “It’s bad manners not to offer hospitality after a ride.”

Pond’s throat went dry.

He was already saying yes in his mind, but...

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Pond asked, his voice lower now, testing the waters.

Phuwin’s gaze didn’t waver.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

Oh.

“Lead the way,” Pond murmured, his voice barely above a growl.

Phuwin’s grin was pure satisfaction.

“Gladly.”

 

The elevator ride was... tense.

Phuwin stood close—too close. Their arms brushed, their fingers almost touching. Pond could feel the heat radiating off Phuwin’s body, and it took everything in him not to push the younger man against the cold elevator wall.

But this wasn’t the time. Not yet.

“Are you always this free during work hours, Pond?”

Phuwin’s voice sliced through the thick air, laced with teasing.

Pond’s lips quirked, but he didn’t take the bait.

“I make time for... important things.”

“Important things, huh?”

“Very important.”

Damn it.

Why does he always look at me like that?

The elevator dinged, saving them from spiraling further.

“Here we are,” Phuwin murmured, stepping out, his voice softer now—but the playful glint in his eyes was still very much there.

Pond followed, his chest tightening.

This was... dangerous.

And he liked it.

 

Phuwin’s condo was neat and cozy, a reflection of him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Phuwin said casually, dropping his bag by the door.

Pond took in the space. Simple, big, but warm. One wall was adorned with posters of bands and artists, and a sleek gaming setup occupied it’s corner. The rest of the living room looked cozy. Cream-colored walls were covered with framed artworks. The couch was an olive green, adorned with big, soft pillows and a warmer. Carpets and rugs of different patterns looked good in contrast, displays of albums, vinyl records, and instruments surrounding most of the space.

“Nice place,” Pond murmured, his gaze sweeping across the apartment.

“Thanks,” Phuwin replied, heading toward the kitchen.

“Water? Coffee? Or...” He paused, glancing over his shoulder, eyes playful. “Something stronger?”

Pond’s lips twitched.

“Water’s fine.”

“Suit yourself.” Phuwin chuckled softly.

The older man watched Phuwin move around the space, effortlessly comfortable in his own home. But Pond wasn’t comfortable.

Not when Phuwin’s shirt clung a little too perfectly to his frame.

Not when his sweatpants hung just low enough to reveal a teasing hint of skin.

Not when he kept licking his lips like that.

Control yourself.

“So...” Phuwin set the glass of water in front of Pond, leaning casually against the counter.

“Is this how you spend your afternoons, Pond?”

“How’s that?” Pond’s brow lifted. Phuwin’s smile was pure mischief.

“Spending time with a... much younger man.”

Pond’s jaw clenched.

Oh, he’s pushing.

“I told you,” Pond murmured, his voice lower, darker now. “I make time for important things.”

Phuwin’s eyes gleamed.

“And I’m... important?” Pond leaned in, his gaze locked on Phuwin’s.

“Very.”

The air grew heavier.

Phuwin’s playful demeanor faltered, just a little. His throat bobbed, his lips parting slightly.

Pond noticed everything, but he didn’t move.

Not yet.

“Careful, Phu...” Pond murmured softly, his voice sending shivers down Phuwin’s spine. “You might not like where this leads.”

Phuwin’s heart pounded.

But his smile returned—wider, bolder.

“Maybe I will.” He pushed off the counter, closing the distance between them, just a breath away.

Pond’s restraint was slipping.

“Phuwin...” His voice was a low murmur, almost a warning. But it wasn’t stern enough. Not with the way his eyes darkened as they roamed over Phuwin’s figure, soaking in every inch of him.

Phuwin felt it.

Felt that heat, that tension pulling them closer like a magnet.

And he liked it.

“Hmm?” Phuwin’s response was soft, teasing, his tone dripping with innocence that neither of them believed.

But his eyes...

His eyes told a different story.

They were hooded, full of challenge, dancing with something that made Pond’s restraint hang by a damn thread. Phuwin’s lips parted slightly, his tongue darting out to wet them, and Pond’s eyes zeroed in on the movement.

Fuck.

Pond’s fingers twitched. It would be so easy—so damn easy—to pull him close, to claim those lips again, to feel that heat between them.

But Pond held back. Barely.

“I’m warning you, sweetheart...” Pond’s voice dropped even lower, almost a growl, the warning thicker this time.

“You might not like where this leads.”

Phuwin didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

But the way his breath hitched? Oh, Pond caught that.

Phuwin was playing with fire, and he knew it.

But he wasn’t backing down.

“I told you...” Phuwin’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes never leaving Pond’s as he took a step forward.

Closer.

Pond didn’t move. Didn’t trust himself to.

“Maybe I will.”

His voice was softer this time, sultry and daring, and it slid down Pond’s spine like silk.

Fuck.

Pond’s control was slipping.

Every nerve in his body screamed at him to move. To grab Phuwin by the waist, to pull him flush against his chest, to press him against the damn counter and show him exactly where this would lead.

But he didn’t.

Because Phuwin wasn’t done playing.

And Pond was letting him—for now.

Phuwin tilted his head slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned in, just a breath away. So damn close. Pond could feel his warmth, could almost taste him again.

“Is this...” Phuwin’s lips brushed against the shell of Pond’s ear, his breath warm and sweet.

“...where you thought this would lead?”

Pond’s restraint broke.

His hand shot out, gripping Phuwin’s waist, pulling him closer than was necessary. Their bodies aligned perfectly, and Pond could feel the heat radiating off Phuwin. But Phuwin didn’t flinch.

No, he leaned into it. Pressed into it.

And that smirk on his face?

Devastating.

Pond’s thumb brushed over the bare skin under Phuwin’s shirt. Just enough to tease, to feel the younger man shiver beneath his touch. Phuwin’s eyes fluttered, his breath catching, but he didn’t move away.

“If you keep this up...” Pond’s voice was barely above a whisper now, dangerous and heavy.

Phuwin’s lips hovered millimeters away from Pond’s.

“Hmm?” The sound was soft, innocent, but Pond could see through it.

This brat.

Phuwin was playing dirty.

“Phu...” Pond warned, but his voice was already thick with want.

“Relax, Pond.”

And just like that… Phuwin pulled away, leaving Pond’s body aching from the loss of contact.

“I’m not that easy.”

The wicked gleam in his eyes was back, and Pond’s grip on Phuwin’s waist loosened as the younger man stepped away, putting distance between them.

“You should go back to your work.” Phuwin’s voice was sweet and playful as he turned away, his back to Pond now.

But Pond’s eyes stayed on him.

On the sway of his hips.

On the way he moved like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Pond exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his jaw tight.

Damn it.

This kid...

Was going to be the death of him.

 

Phuwin adjusted his glasses, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he wrapped up another round of Valorant.

“Whew, okay. I think that’s enough for tonight.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms with a satisfied grin as the victory screen flashed across his monitor.

The chat flooded with celebratory emotes and messages.

💀💀 “Wahhh, Phu carried!”
🔥 “Pro player energy today!”
🤣 “Glasses buff activated!”
👀 “Phu, you look good in glasses... damn.”

Phuwin laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I told you guys, glasses give me a +10 accuracy buff.” He winked at the camera, the sass practically dripping from his voice.

“Alright, let’s chill for a bit.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his tone softer now.

“How’s everyone doing? Got any fun plans this weekend?”

As he chatted casually with his viewers, his phone buzzed next to him. Phuwin just quickly glanced at the notification and froze.

Pond sent a message.

 

Pond: 

You look prettier with glasses on

 

Phuwin’s breath caught, his heart skipping a beat as warmth spread across his cheeks. He blinked, his mind racing.

Did... did Pond just text him that?

His eyes flickered back to the stream chat. And there it was. The exact same comment.

👓 “You look prettier with glasses on.”

Phuwin’s eyes widened. Pond was watching.

Right now.

“Ohhh... shit.”

Phuwin’s lips twitched as he fought the blush creeping up his neck. His chat was still buzzing, oblivious to the sudden heat flooding his body. He was a very flustered mess.

“Aren’t old people supposed to be asleep at this hour?”

The words slipped out before he could stop himself.

His tone was playful, teasing. But his eyes sparkled with mischief as he stared straight into the camera.

The chat went wild.

🤣🤣 “HUH??”
💀💀 “Who’s he talking about??”
👀 “Wait, who’s the old person, Phu???”
🔥 “What are you on about!!”

Phuwin bit his lip, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to take over his face.

Then, another buzz. Another text.

 

Pond: 

You’re in trouble.

 

Fuck.

Phuwin’s breath hitched. He didn’t have to see Pond’s face to know that the man wasn’t joking. The heat in his stomach coiled tighter.

His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he typed back.

 

Phuwin:

What are you gonna do about it?

 

The second he hit send, his face turned an even deeper shade of red. And it didn’t help that the camera was still on him.

His viewers noticed. Of course, they did.

🤣🤣 “PHUWIN?? WHO YOU TEXTING???”
👀 “Why is Phuwin blushing like that??”
🔥 “Ohhh, someone’s flirtingggg~”
💀💀 “Not Phu smiling at his phone like a high school girl.”

Phuwin’s lips twitched again, but he refused to look at the chat.

His eyes were glued to his phone, waiting.

Another buzz.

Phuwin’s fingers tightened around the device, and he swallowed hard.

 

Pond:

Just you wait until later.

 

Phuwin took a steady breath, trying to wipe the stupid grin off his face.

“Alright, alright.” He shook his head, still flustered but doing his best to recover. The chat was still buzzing, filled with relentless curiosity.

🤣 “WHO???”
👀 “We need answers!!”
🤣🤣 “DON’T THINK WE DIDN’T SEE THAT!”
💀 “Phu, blink twice if you’re being held hostage by a hot man.”
🔥 “Why are you blushing? WHO??”
🔥 “Spill the tea, Phuwin!”

Phuwin bit his lip, eyes flickering to the messages with a mischievous glint.

“Guys,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. “You’re all too nosy for your own good.”

The chat exploded. But instead of giving in, Phuwin switched gears.

“Anyway.” His tone was suddenly professional, “I’ve actually got something exciting in the works.” His voice was softer now, more serious.

The chat calmed, interest piqued.

💡 “Oh??”
🎵 “New music??”
😲 “Tell us!!”

Phuwin tapped his chin, thinking for a moment.

“Can’t say too much yet... but it’s something I’m really excited about.”

The anticipation grew.

“A collab?”

Phuwin’s smile was playful but gave nothing away.

“Maybe. You’ll have to wait and see.”

The chat filled with groans and begging, but Phuwin just winked at the camera.

“Patience, my loves.” His voice dropped lower, sultry and teasing.

The comments went wild again, but Phuwin was already shifting gears.

“Alright, that’s it for tonight. Love you all!” He flashed a quick smile before ending the stream.

As soon as the screen went dark, he exhaled sharply, his body sagging back against the chair.

His heart was pounding, his mind racing. He barely had time to process everything before—

A knock.

His pulse quickened. Only one person could be showing up at this hour.

“Shit.”

Pond. There he was, standing outside the door.

Tall, broad, looking devastatingly good even in casual clothes. His hair was slightly tousled, his shirt hugging his torso in all the right places. And those eyes...

Phuwin swallowed. Hard.

“You’re in trouble.”

The words were low, almost a growl, as Pond stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Phuwin’s body heated instantly, but he didn’t back down.

“Am I?” His lips curved into a smirk, eyes glinting with mischief. “What gave you that idea, sir ?”

“Don’t call me that.” Pond’s jaw clenched.

Phuwin took a step closer, head tilted, lips brushing dangerously close to Pond’s ear.

“Why not... sir ?”

A shiver ran down Pond’s spine.

“Phuwin.” It was a warning.

But Phuwin? Phuwin was feeling reckless.

“What’s the matter?” He whispered, his breath warm against Pond’s skin. “Don’t like being teased?”

Pond’s hand shot out, gripping Phuwin’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest.

“Behave,” Pond murmured, his voice dripping with danger. Phuwin’s heart pounded, but his smirk didn’t waver.

“Or what?”

Pond’s eyes darkened, and Phuwin felt the shift instantly.

The atmosphere changed. Heavier, charged, the air thick with tension.

“You really want to test me, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” Phuwin’s lips curled, playful, pushing, testing .

Pond’s grip tightened. Phuwin barely had time to react before he was pinned against the wall, Pond’s hands caging him in, bodies flush.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Phuwin.” Phuwin’s breath hitched, but he didn’t back down.

“Am I?”

His voice was a whisper, but his eyes...

His eyes dared Pond to take control.

Pond’s lips curled, his expression darkening with something primal.

“You’ve been naughty since this morning,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down Phuwin’s spine. “And I’ve had enough for today.”

Phuwin’s heart hammered in his chest, but he refused to give in so easily.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Pond didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

His hand slid down Phuwin’s side, slow, deliberate, making Phuwin shiver.

“I’ll have to teach you some manners.”

Phuwin’s lips parted, but no sound came out. And when Pond’s lips crashed against his, rough and demanding, Phuwin knew he had definitely pushed too far.

And he fucking loved it.

Phuwin didn’t even have time to think.

One moment, he was pinned against the wall, his body buzzing from Pond’s teasing words.

The next—

His back hit the cold surface of the kitchen table.

“You're not allowed to touch yourself," the older orders, and Phuwin's head started spinning.

Hot.

Pond was on him in seconds, all heat and dominance, hands everywhere. His lips were relentless, dragging down Phuwin’s neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers down his spine. Phuwin gasped as Pond bit down, sucking hard enough to leave another mark.

“Pond—” Phuwin barely got the words out before a sharp gasp replaced them, his head falling back as Pond’s hands tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“These...” Pond growled, his tone dripping with impatience. “In the way.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched as Pond yanked them down just enough to bare him, enough to leave him exposed and vulnerable. His cock sprang free, flushed and already leaking.

“So pretty,” Pond murmured, dark eyes devouring the sight in front of him. His thumb teased the tip, spreading the precum until Phuwin’s hips jerked up involuntarily.

“So needy.”

Phuwin whimpered, the sound high-pitched and desperate.

“Please,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Pond didn’t make him wait.

“You want it that bad, hm?”

Phuwin barely managed a nod before Pond’s mouth was on him. The older man sucked him down with no hesitation, tongue swirling around the sensitive head, dragging along the underside until Phuwin’s thighs trembled.

“Fuck—Pond, oh my God—”

Pond groaned around him, the vibrations making Phuwin’s vision blur. His hands flew to Pond’s hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as his body arched off the table.

“So sensitive,” Pond murmured against his cock. “You’re shaking already.”

Phuwin’s head was spinning, his chest heaving as he looked down—

And fuck, the sight alone nearly undid him.

Pond, on his knees between his legs, looking up at him with those dark, hooded eyes. His lips were red and slick, saliva dripping down his chin, and Phuwin was sure he’d never seen anything hotter.

“Pond...” His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with need.

Pond’s lips curled into a sinful smirk.

“Not yet.”

Phuwin barely had time to process the words before Pond stood, towering over him again, pressing their bodies together as he claimed Phuwin’s lips in a bruising kiss. The younger moaned into it, tasting himself on Pond’s tongue, and it made him even harder, if that was possible.

“You’re too impatient.” Pond’s voice was deep, dripping with lust.

“But don’t worry...”

Pond’s fingers were already between his legs, slicked up with spit, pressing where Phuwin needed him most.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched as Pond’s finger slid in effortlessly, stretching him open. 

It was fast—no teasing, no dragging it out.

“Pond—”

“Shh,” Pond murmured, lips brushing against Phuwin’s jaw as he added another finger, scissoring him open. The stretch burned, but Phuwin loved it. He loved the feeling of being filled, being taken apart.

“You’re so tight, baby...” Phuwin whimpered, arching into the touch, his body begging for more.

“Please,” he begged softly, breath shaky, eyes glassy with need.

Pond kissed him again, harder this time, swallowing every sound Phuwin made.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” Phuwin breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.“I need you in me... please.”

That was all it took.

Pond didn’t hesitate.

“Good boy.”

Phuwin barely had time to brace himself before Pond aligned himself and pushed in, filling him in one smooth, steady motion.

“Oh my—”

Phuwin’s eyes rolled back as he was stretched wide, the burn making him gasp, but the pleasure was overwhelming. His nails dug into Pond’s biceps, trying to hold on to something as his body adjusted.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Pond growled, voice strained as he buried himself to the hilt.

Phuwin’s breath came in short, shallow pants, his body trembling as he took all of Pond.

Pond moves without warning.

Slow at first, but that didn’t last.

Phuwin had teased him too much, pushed all the right buttons, and now Pond was giving him exactly what he asked for.

Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the living room, mixed with Phuwin’s gasps and whimpers and Pond’s low, guttural moans.

“You take me so well, sweetheart...” Pond’s words were filthy, whispered into Phuwin’s ear.

“So fucking tight.”

Phuwin’s back arched off the table, his head thrown back as he moaned, completely lost in the pleasure.

“Pond... more—please—”

“You want more?”

Pond’s hand wrapped around Phuwin’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. He’s too turned on. The added stimulation was too much, and Phuwin’s entire body tightened.

“Fuck—P’Pond, I’m gonna—”

Phuwin thought he was going to lose his mind.

Pond was fucking him into oblivion, his thrusts deep and relentless, hitting that spot that made Phuwin see stars. His body was a mess. Slick, sensitive, and trembling, every nerve on fire. His moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, but just when he felt that tight coil in his stomach about to snap—

Pond stopped.

“No—fuck, no!”

Phuwin’s frustrated whine echoed through the room, his body clenching desperately around Pond, trying to pull him back into that high he was teetering on. But Pond stilled, buried deep inside him, his cock pulsing, but not moving. His hand, which had been stroking Phuwin’s cock with purpose, now barely grazed it, giving him just enough stimulation to keep him on edge but never enough to let him fall over.

“No... please,” Phuwin begged, his voice wrecked, strained from all the moaning and whimpering. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with lust and desperation. His body was trembling, arms barely holding on to the man's dress shirt, so sensitive that even the slightest touch had him squirming beneath Pond.

“Please—fuck—I can’t—”

Pond’s dark, hooded eyes met his, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Pond’s voice was low and teasing, dripping with sin, the gravel in his tone making Phuwin’s cock twitch.

Phuwin whimpered, his lips trembling as he tried to grind down on Pond’s cock, trying to chase his release. But Pond’s hands on his hips held him firmly in place, preventing any movement.

“Look at you,” Pond murmured, leaning down, lips brushing against Phuwin’s parted ones.

“So fucking desperate... so fucking needy.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his fingers now clutching at Pond’s biceps, nails digging in as his body quaked with need.

“Please...” His voice was barely above a whisper now.

“Please let me come...”

Pond chuckled, but it was dark, almost cruel.

“Not yet.”

Phuwin let out a strangled moan when Pond pulled out almost completely, the stretch leaving him feeling so empty, only for Pond to slam back in with one smooth, brutal thrust that had Phuwin arching off the table.

“F-fuck!”

“You’ve been a brat,” Pond growled, lips brushing against Phuwin’s jaw as he thrust into him harder, deeper.

Phuwin’s legs trembled as Pond angled his hips, hitting his prostate with devastating accuracy. His vision blurred, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His cock was painfully hard, leaking precum onto his stomach, untouched and throbbing, aching for release.

“I can’t...” Phuwin’s voice cracked, his body shivering violently.

“I need... please—Pond—”

Pond kissed him hard, swallowing Phuwin’s whimpers as he sped up again, driving into him with reckless abandon. Phuwin was a mess, his body quaking, his moans turning into incoherent babbles.

“So pretty like this,” Pond whispered against his lips.

“All fucked out... crying for me.”

Phuwin’s tears slipped down his cheeks, his body betraying him as he quaked, teetering on the edge once again.

“Pond—please please please—”

His voice was broken now, cracked and filled with so much desperation that it made Pond’s cock throb inside him.

“Please, I need to come... I can’t—fuck—please...”

Pond pulled back to look at him, and the sight made his breath catch.

Phuwin’s face was flushed, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips red and swollen from their kisses. His eyes were hazy, pleading, his whole body trembling and flushed pink from arousal.

“You’re crying, baby… you want it that bad?”

Pond’s tone was softer now, but his eyes were still burning with that dark desire.

“You think you deserve it?”

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Pond’s intense gaze.

“Please,” he whimpered, tears of frustration slipping from his eyes. His body was trembling, his cock so painfully hard it almost hurt. Phuwin nodded frantically, biting down on his lower lip to hold back the sob threatening to escape. His body was shaking, his cock throbbing painfully.

“Please, Pond... I can’t—please let me come.”

Pond hummed, brushing his thumb gently over Phuwin’s lip, pulling it free from his teeth.

“Hmm... I don’t know.”

“Pond... please,” Phuwin’s voice broke, a sob finally escaping as his body writhed beneath Pond.

“I’ll be good—I’ll be so good—please let me come.”

Pond’s cock twitched inside him, the sight and sound of Phuwin begging like this doing things to him. His patience was wearing thin, and as much as he loved teasing the younger, watching him fall apart like this, Pond was on the brink himself.

“Beg for it.”

Phuwin’s pride was long gone. He’d give Pond whatever he wanted if it meant finally finding relief.

“Please, P’Pond... please let me come.”

P'Pond.

His voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper, his eyes pleading.

“Good boy,” Pond murmured, but instead of giving Phuwin what he desperately needed—

He stopped.

Again.

Phuwin’s cry of frustration echoed through the kitchen, his head tossing back as his body convulsed from the denied pleasure.

“FUCK!”

“Oh, baby...”

Pond’s smirk was absolutely sinful as he leaned down, capturing Phuwin’s lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing every whimper and moan.

“You’re so hot... all desperate and needy.”

Phuwin was shaking now, his legs trembling as he tried to grind against Pond, to chase the pleasure that kept slipping away. But Pond was relentless—his grip on Phuwin’s hips was firm, keeping him pinned down, controlling everything.

“You’ve been such a brat,” Pond murmured again, pressing his forehead against Phuwin’s, his breath hot against his lips.

“Teasing me all day... saying things that make me want to take you right then and there... and now...”

He pulled out almost completely, making Phuwin’s breath hitch—

Then slammed back in, hard and fast, making Phuwin cry out. Phuwin’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as Pond set a brutal pace, pounding into him with a force that stole every thought from his mind.

“You can take it, can’t you?”

Phuwin couldn’t speak.

He could only moan, whimper, and gasp as Pond fucked him mercilessly, dragging him right back to the edge—

And stopping again.

“P’Pond! Please!”

Phuwin was a mess. Tears still in his eyes, his body quivering, muscles locking up as his cock twitched helplessly. He was so close he could taste it. Pond’s thumb circled his entrance, applying the slightest pressure as his cock dragged along that sensitive spot inside him, making Phuwin’s whole body jerk.

“Fuck... you’re so pretty when you beg,” Pond growled, thrusting into him harder. “You wanna come, baby?”

“Yes—yes, please, Pond—I need it—”

Pond’s thumb brushed over Phuwin’s swollen cock, finally giving him the friction he craved.

“Then come for me.”

Phuwin’s body shattered, the orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. His back arched off the table, his body trembling violently as he came, spurting all over his stomach and Pond’s hand.

His entire body convulsed, his moans turning into cries as he rode out the overwhelming pleasure, tears still streaming down his face. Pond followed soon after, thrusting into him a few more times before burying himself deep and groaning Phuwin’s name as he came, filling Phuwin with everything he had.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing, the air thick with heat and the scent of sex.

Pond leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Phuwin’s lips, his thumb wiping away the tears that still clung to his cheeks.

“You okay, baby?”

Phuwin was too wrecked to speak. His body was boneless, completely spent, but a blissed-out, satisfied smile curled on his lips.

“Mmm...”

Pond chuckled softly, brushing damp hair away from Phuwin’s forehead.

“That’s what happens when you tease me, sweetheart.”

Phuwin blinked up at him, still dazed, but the hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Worth it,” he whispered hoarsely, and Pond couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

 

Phuwin whimpered softly when Pond slipped out of him, his oversensitive body shuddering from the sudden emptiness. His hole clenched around nothing, and the whine that escaped his lips made Pond groan softly.

“Sweetheart...” Pond exhaled, brushing his thumb gently over Phuwin’s swollen lips as he leaned down to kiss him, slow and soft this time, a stark contrast to the intensity they’d just shared.

Phuwin’s body felt boneless, but the slight tremor in his limbs told Pond just how overstimulated he was. Pond pulled back, his eyes sweeping over the mess they’d made. His come dripping down Phuwin’s thighs, the faint marks blooming on the younger’s skin, the sheen of sweat glistening on his body.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Pond whispered, his voice softer now, filled with that quiet tenderness he tried to hide behind his usual domineering facade.

Before Phuwin could protest or even gather his thoughts, Pond scooped him up effortlessly, carrying him bridal style. Phuwin blinked, his hazy eyes widening slightly as he instinctively wrapped his arms around Pond’s neck.

“Pond... I can—”

“Shh,” Pond murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Phuwin’s damp hair.

“Let me take care of you.”

Phuwin wanted to protest, wanted to say that he could walk, that he wasn’t that tired, but the warmth of Pond’s body, the solid strength holding him so gently, made it impossible to argue.

“You’re such a caveman,” he murmured, his voice still hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. But there was no real bite to his words. If anything, it was laced with affection, his lips quirking into a lazy smile as he snuggled closer.

Pond chuckled, the deep sound rumbling in his chest.

“I think you like it.”

“Hmph.”

Pond carried him into the bedroom, laying him down carefully on the bed. The cool sheets against his overheated skin made Phuwin sigh softly. His body was still sensitive, and even the slightest brush of fabric against his skin made him shiver.

“Stay here,” Pond murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Phuwin’s temple before disappearing into the bathroom.

Phuwin blinked, his head lolling to the side as he watched Pond move around, grabbing a warm, damp towel and returning to his side.

“Hey...” Phuwin tried again, attempting to sit up and take the towel from him, but Pond gently pushed him back down with a firm hand on his chest.

“No.”

Pond’s tone was low, but there was no room for argument. His dark eyes met Phuwin’s, filled with that same intensity that had left Phuwin breathless earlier.

“Let me.”

Phuwin swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing. He wasn’t used to this.

Being... cared for.

“I can do it...” Phuwin mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction.

“I know,” Pond murmured, his voice softer now.

“But I want to.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest for an entirely different reason now. He didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just let his body sink into the mattress, letting Pond do what he wanted.

Pond was gentle. His touch was warm, soothing as he cleaned Phuwin up, wiping away the remnants of their passion with such care that it made Phuwin’s chest ache. His body trembled slightly with every brush of the towel against his sensitive skin, but Pond took his time, murmuring soft reassurances under his breath.

“You’re okay, baby...”

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered shut, his breathing evening out as he melted into Pond’s touch.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Pond paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked down at Phuwin.

“You deserve it.”

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Pond’s gaze. The vulnerability in Pond’s eyes was enough to make his breath hitch, and for a moment, all Phuwin could do was stare.

“Pond...”

Pond shook his head, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Phuwin’s lips, cutting off whatever words were forming in his mind.

“Rest,” Pond whispered against his lips.

Phuwin’s eyes grew heavy, the exhaustion finally catching up to him.

“Stay?” he murmured, his voice barely audible now.

Pond’s heart clenched at how small Phuwin sounded in that moment. He brushed his fingers gently through Phuwin’s damp hair, nodding even though Phuwin’s eyes were already closed.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

Phuwin drifted off to sleep with a small, satisfied smile on his lips, and Pond stayed right there, watching over him.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Pond whispered softly, his arms wrapping protectively around Phuwin as sleep finally claimed him.

 

The next morning, Phuwin stirred awake to the feeling of strong arms still wrapped securely around his waist.

“Mmm...” Phuwin hummed, snuggling closer into Pond’s warmth, burying his face into the older man’s chest. He felt sore in all the best places, but the ache was a delicious reminder of last night’s... activities.

“Morning, baby,” Pond’s deep, husky voice rumbled against his ear, making Phuwin shiver.

“Mmm... morning,” Phuwin murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. He tilted his head up, and Pond’s lips were there to greet his, pressing a soft, lazy kiss that made Phuwin’s toes curl.

“We need to get up,” Pond whispered against his lips, though he didn’t seem to be making any effort to move.

“Five more minutes,” Phuwin pouted, brushing his lips teasingly over Pond’s jaw. But the sound of Pond’s phone buzzing on the nightstand ruined the moment.

“Duty calls,” Pond sighed, pressing one last kiss to Phuwin’s forehead before reluctantly pulling away.

After a quick shower (that almost turned into another round) and breakfast, Pond and Phuwin left together to head to JASP.ER.

Now, they stood side by side in the lobby of JASP.ER’s basement parking, walking to the elevator. Phuwin had insisted on going separately, but Pond had simply raised an eyebrow and said,

“Sweetheart, I was in your bed last night. I think we can handle walking into a building together.”

Phuwin had blushed furiously, but he didn’t argue after that.

He was hyper-aware of Pond’s presence beside him—how close they stood, how Pond’s fingers brushed against his every so often. Phuwin tried to focus on walking, but his mind kept wandering to the way Pond’s lips had felt on his skin just hours ago.

“You’re thinking too loud,” Pond states low enough for only Phuwin to hear, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Shut up, old man,” Phuwin hissed softly, his cheeks warming. But the playful glint in his eyes betrayed his words.

Pond leaned down, his lips brushing dangerously close to Phuwin’s ear.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You know how much I like putting you in your place.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his face growing impossibly hotter.

“You’re impossible,” he muttered, trying to regain his composure.

But before Pond could respond, a familiar voice called out.

“Phuwin?”

Phuwin froze. Turning, he saw Winny approaching the elevator and getting in, a curious look on his face.

“P’Winny...” Phuwin’s voice was a little too high-pitched, a little too guilty, and he instantly regretted it. He greets him immediately. Winny’s eyes flickered between Phuwin and Pond, narrowing slightly.

“What... are you two doing here together?”

Phuwin’s brain short-circuited.

“We... uh...”

“I offered him a ride,” Pond cut in smoothly, his expression calm and composed, like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Winny’s eyes narrowed further, his gaze lingering on Pond.

“Offered him a ride?” Winny repeated, his tone laced with suspicion. His eyes swept over Pond, taking in the older man’s sharp suit and composed demeanor.

Phuwin knew that look.

Winny wasn’t just curious, he was suspicious.

“Yeah... he did,” Phuwin cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. “Mr. Lertratkosum was on his way here, so... it just made sense.”

Winny’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Uh-huh.”

“Phi...” Phuwin tried, his tone bordering on pleading. Winny’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“You didn’t mention you were close with the CEO of JASP.ER.”

Phuwin opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“We met a couple times because of the project,” Pond said smoothly, his tone effortlessly charming. “I’ve been... keeping an eye on the progress.”

Winny’s eyebrows shot up. Phuwin had already told him they’ve met once before this project. Mr. Lertratkosum clearly lied. Winny wasn’t buying it.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Phuwin, not noticing, bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh at how Pond sounded so nonchalant about everything.

“You’re quite a bit older, Mr. Lertratkosum,” Winny finally said, his eyes narrowing slightly. His implication was obvious. His tone wasn’t accusatory, but it was definitely cautious.

Phuwin’s stomach dropped.

“P’Winny...” he mumbled softly, but the damage was already done.

Pond’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t let the comment get to him. He simply smiled, the same composed, polite smile he gave his investors.

“Age is just a number,” Pond said, his tone calm and unbothered. But the subtle flicker of his dark eyes told Phuwin that Winny’s words had hit a nerve.

Phuwin swallowed hard, feeling the tension thick in the air.

“We should get going, Phi,” Phuwin finally said to his manager as the elevator dings to their floor, his voice soft but firm, trying to diffuse the situation.

Winny’s eyes lingered on Pond for a moment longer before he finally nodded, though the suspicion in his gaze hadn’t faded. Pond’s jaw was clenched, his usual calm exterior slightly cracked. Phuwin’s fingers brushed against Pond’s, a silent reassurance, and finally, the older man’s posture softened.

“Alright,” Winny murmured, but his tone was far from convinced.

As the elevator opens, Phuwin squeezes Pond’s hand before walking away.

 

A week had passed since that morning in the lobby, and Phuwin had done everything in his power to avoid Winny’s probing questions.

But today, his luck ran out.

Phuwin arrived at JASP.ER a little earlier than usual, and so did Pond. For the past week, they had been falling into a comfortable rhythm. Pond would pick him up on the days he doesn’t stay the night, they’d have breakfast or coffee, and then head to the studio together.

It was... nice. Too nice. 

Phuwin knew he should be worried, but he let himself enjoy it a little longer.

But apparently, Winny had had enough of playing along.

Phuwin barely had time to set his bag down in the recording studio when he heard the door close behind him.

“Alright, spill.”

Phuwin’s shoulders tensed at the familiar voice. He turned slowly, only to be met with Winny’s sharp gaze, arms crossed and one brow arched high.

“P’Winny...” Phuwin tried.

“Don’t you ‘P’Winny’ me,” Winny cut him off, his tone laced with suspicion. “I’ve been nice about it for a week, Phuwin. But I’m not blind. You’ve been coming here with Mr. Lertratkosum every single day.”

Phuwin shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair.

“I let it go the first time, but Phuwin... he’s... 42.”

Phuwin stiffened at that.

“So what?” he challenged, his tone sharper than intended.

“So what?” Winny echoed, his brows furrowing. “Phuwin, that’s a sixteen-year age gap. Don’t you think—”

“I’m 26, Phi,” Phuwin cut him off, standing a little straighter. “I’m not a kid.”

“I didn’t say you were,” Winny said, his voice softening just a bit. “But...”

“But what?” Phuwin’s eyes narrowed.

“Phuwin, I’m just worried.” Winny sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I mean... what do you expect out of this? Is this just... fun? A fling?”

Phuwin’s jaw clenched.

“It’s not like that,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, but firm.

Winny’s eyes softened, but the concern didn’t leave them.

“Then what is it?”

Phuwin hesitated, his mind racing with all the moments he’d shared with Pond. The way Pond looked at him with such intensity, the way he made him feel wanted, cared for... cherished.

“I... I don’t know yet,” Phuwin admitted softly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “But I know that I like it. I like him.”

Winny was quiet for a moment, and Phuwin hated the silence that hung between them.

“Phuwin...” Winny’s voice was gentler now. “I just... I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Phuwin lifted his head, his eyes meeting Winny’s.

“Pond isn’t taking advantage of me if that's what you're worried about,” he said, his tone unwavering. “If anything... I’m the one who keeps pushing him.”

Winny’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“And he lets you?”

Phuwin’s cheeks burned, memories flashing in his mind that he’d rather not share with his manager.

“He... respects me,” Phuwin said carefully, looking away to hide his blush. “He doesn’t push. He doesn’t make me do anything I don’t want to.”

Winny let out a long sigh, his posture relaxing a little.

“I just... I’m looking out for you, okay?”

“I know,” Phuwin murmured, his heart softening. He reached out, giving Winny’s arm a small squeeze.

“I can handle this, Phi. I promise.”

Winny studied him for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether Phuwin really meant what he was saying. Finally, he nodded, though the worry in his eyes didn’t completely fade.

“Okay,” Winny said softly. “But... if anything happens—”

“You’ll be the first to know,” Phuwin promised with a small smile.

Winny’s lips quirked up slightly, but he still looked unconvinced.

“Fine. But I’m keeping an eye on that old man.”

Phuwin snorted, rolling his eyes.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re reckless,” Winny shot back, but his tone was softer now.

As they headed back to the studio, Phuwin couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease.

After their little argument, Phuwin thought that was the end of it. But of course, Winny couldn’t just let things go.

“Phuwin...”

Phuwin barely had time to sit down before Winny slid into the chair next to him, leaning in like he was about to spill the juiciest tea of the decade.

“What now?” Phuwin sighed, already bracing himself.

Winny’s eyes darted around the room, making sure no one was close enough to hear before he spoke in a hushed tone.

“So... I actually heard some things.”

Phuwin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“P’Winny, please—”

“No, listen!” Winny’s eyes sparkled with mischief, completely ignoring Phuwin’s protests. “It’s not bad! I mean... okay, maybe a little.”

“Spit it out.” Phuwin gave him a deadpan look.

Winny grinned, leaning in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper now.

“Apparently, Mr. Lertratkosum was married for a few years. Divorced... no kids.” 

Phuwin blinked. “I already knew that.”

“Wait, what?” Winny’s eyes widened. “How?!”

“He told me.” Phuwin shrugged, taking a sip of his iced coffee, trying to act nonchalant.

“And you didn’t think that was important enough to mention?”

“Why would I?” Phuwin arched a brow. “It’s not like it changes anything.”

Winny’s lips pursed, clearly not satisfied with that answer.

“Okay, but...” Winny leaned back, crossing his arms. “Did he also tell you that his ex-wife is remarried? Apparently, she’s got a family of her own now.”

“Yeah... I know.”

“Seriously? He told you all that?” Winny narrowed his eyes.

Phuwin nodded again, his expression neutral.

“He was pretty open about it. Said they ended things on good terms.”

“Huh.” Winny looked genuinely surprised. “I mean... that’s good, I guess.”

Phuwin’s lips twitched, a small smile tugging at the corner.

“What?”

“You sound... disappointed,” Phuwin teased, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I’m not!” Winny huffed, but his pout said otherwise. “I just... I don’t know. I expected some juicy drama.”

Phuwin snorted, shaking his head.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“Well, it’s not every day you date someone with that much... history.” Winny’s tone was softer now, but the concern was still there.

“Pond isn’t... carrying any baggage, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Winny studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly.

“And you’re okay with all that?”

Phuwin met his gaze, his expression calm but firm.

“I am.”

Winny sighed, his shoulders slumping just a little.

“Okay... okay.”

Phuwin gave him a playful nudge, trying to lighten the mood.

“You done playing detective now?”

Winny rolled his eyes but smiled.

“For now.”

The recording sessions had been going smoothly.

In almost two weeks, they had managed to finish three songs. Joong was a fast learner, taking Phuwin’s guidance with enthusiasm and nailing the emotions needed for each track. Phuwin was genuinely impressed. He knows Joong was going to make waves when he debuted.

Today, Joong arrived with Pond in tow, walking into the studio with a casual confidence that made Phuwin’s heart skip a beat.

“P’Winny already here?” Joong asked after greeting him, dropping his bag on the couch.

“He came in earlier to check on a few things,” Phuwin answered, trying to keep his eyes away from Pond for too long. He was too aware of him, standing there with his suit jacket slung over his arm, looking effortlessly handsome.

“Ah, okay.” Joong flopped down on the couch, stretching his arms over his head. “By the way, P’Phuwin...”

“Hmm?” Phuwin glanced at him, setting up his laptop.

“When are you streaming again?” Joong asked casually, but there was an unmistakable gleam in his eye.

Phuwin blinked, caught off guard.

“Huh?”

“Your last stream was almost two weeks ago,” Joong pointed out, his tone far too innocent. “Your fans are probably wondering if you disappeared or something.”

Phuwin’s mind went blank for a second before it hit him.

Oh.

His last stream.

The one where Pond texted him while he was live... the one where he had blushed like an idiot and teased about ‘old people’ being awake at night. Phuwin’s cheeks immediately warmed, and he looked away, pretending to be busy adjusting the mic.

“Uh... yeah, I’ve just been busy.”

Joong didn’t let it slide. Of course, he didn’t.

“Ohhh...” Joong’s grin was wicked now. “Busy with what? Or... who?” Phuwin’s hand froze mid-motion.

“What?” His voice cracked slightly, and he cursed internally.

“Don’t ‘what’ me, P’Phuwin,” Joong teased, sitting up with a knowing smirk. “I remember you were blushing on live while texting someone. The comments were going wild!”

Phuwin’s heart dropped. Oh, he watched it.

“I—I wasn’t blushing!”

“Right.” Joong drew out the word, clearly not believing him. “You looked like a tomato. Who was it?”

Phuwin was about to brush it off, but then...

A low chuckle came from behind them.

Pond.

Phuwin turned his head, and sure enough, Pond was watching the exchange with a perfectly calm expression except for the slight curve of his lips and the amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaves the youngsters be and goes back to attending his meetings.

Phuwin’s blush deepened, and he quickly looked away, breathing out as Pond leaves. He doesn't answer Joong, instead, he changes the topic back to work, and the youngest doesn’t tease him more.

 

By the time lunchtime rolled around, Phuwin was already done with his session for the day.

The morning had been productive. Joong had nailed a few more takes, and the recording was progressing faster than expected. Winny had left earlier, and now Phuwin found himself waiting in the lobby of JASP.ER, scrolling through his phone as he leaned casually against one of the sleek pillars.

Dunk had texted him that he was on the way.

Dunk: Oi, I’m starving. You better have picked a good place.

Phuwin chuckled at his friend’s message.

Phuwin: You’re the one who invited me??? You pick a place.

As he waited, he didn’t notice someone approaching until a deep, familiar voice spoke behind him.

“Waiting for someone?”

Phuwin’s head snapped up, and there was Pond, standing a few feet away with that signature calm demeanor.

“Pond.” Phuwin blinked, surprised. “You’re still here?”

Pond gave a small shrug, his lips quirking into a slight smile.

“I had a few things to wrap up.” His eyes drifted to Phuwin’s phone. “You free for lunch?”

Phuwin opened his mouth, ready to say yes. Because of course, he’d never turn down a chance to spend more time with Pond, but then he remembered.

“Ah...” Phuwin winced slightly, giving him an apologetic smile. “I can’t. A friend is picking me up. He invited me for lunch.” Something in Pond’s expression shifted, almost too subtle to notice, but Phuwin caught it.

“Who?” Pond’s voice was smooth, but there was a slight edge to it.

“His name is Dunk.” Phuwin nodded, not thinking much of it. “He was with me that day at the club, celebrating. We haven’t hung out since, so I figured I’d go.”

Pond gave a tight smile, but his eyes had darkened just a little.

“Oh.”

Before Phuwin could say anything else, the glass doors of JASP.ER slid open, and Dunk walked in, spotting him immediately.

“Phu bear!” Dunk’s bright grin was infectious as he strode toward Phuwin and pulled him into a hug.

“Hi, you didn’t have to come inside,” Phuwin teased, hugging Dunk back, completely missing the way Pond’s jaw clenched as he watched.

“What, and leave you waiting outside in this heat? No way.” Dunk laughed, ruffling Phuwin’s hair.

Pond’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Phu bear? Who the hell is this guy?

The sight of Dunk so casually touching Phuwin, the easy familiarity between them—it made something coil uncomfortably in Pond’s chest.

Phuwin pulled back, oblivious to the tension radiating from Pond.

“Mr. Lertratkosum, this is Dunk,” he said, motioning to his friend. “Dunk, this is JASP.ER’s CEO.”

Dunk gave a polite nod, but his curiosity was evident as he glanced between them.

“Nice to meet you, Sir.”

“Likewise.” Pond gave a stiff nod in return, his usual warmth noticeably absent.

Phuwin, still unaware of the tension brewing, smiled brightly.

“Okay, we’ll get going.” He turned to Pond with an easy grin. “I’ll see you later, Pond.” He didn’t notice how easily Pond’s name slipped past his mouth. Dunk definitely noticed.

Pond’s eyes lingered on him for a moment, then flicked briefly to Dunk before returning to Phuwin.

“Yeah.” His voice was softer now, “See you later.”

Phuwin waved cheerfully, walking out with Dunk, completely unaware of the way Pond’s gaze followed them until they disappeared through the glass doors.

Pond’s jaw tightened.

 

As soon as Phuwin slid into the passenger seat of Dunk’s car and buckled up, the door barely closed before Dunk turned to him with a look that was half-amused, half-incredulous.

“Okay.” Dunk’s voice was dripping with curiosity, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Who was that Daddy?”

Phuwin, who had just settled in, froze mid-motion, his hand still adjusting his seatbelt.

“W-What?” His head whipped toward Dunk, eyes wide, but the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me.” Dunk wiggled his eyebrows as he started the engine. “Pond, right? The fine-ass man back in the lobby?”

Phuwin tried to play it cool, leaning back against the seat and looking straight ahead.

“He’s…” Phuwin cleared his throat, but the blush rising to his cheeks was impossible to hide. “Just… someone I’m working with. The boss, actually.”

“Oh, come on.” Dunk scoffed, steering the car onto the road. “Phuwin, I’ve known you for years. You can’t lie to me.” He gave Phuwin a pointed look before focusing back on the road. “Your face was red as hell when I walked in. And don’t even try to deny it.”

Phuwin groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Was I that obvious?” His voice was muffled behind his palms.

“So, spill.” Dunk glanced at him with a knowing grin. “Is he the reason you’ve been MIA? You haven’t streamed in almost two weeks. And you’ve been giving such short replies when I know you don't do that even when you're busy.”

Phuwin peeked through his fingers, giving Dunk a side-eye.

“I hate how observant you are.”

“And I love how predictable you are.” Dunk smirked. “So? What’s going on? Are you dating him? Hooking up? What’s the tea?”

Phuwin dropped his hands into his lap and let out a sigh, his face still flushed.

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Dunk pressed, slowing down at a red light and turning to fully look at him.

Phuwin bit his lip, hesitating.

“We… met at a club a few weeks ago, when we were celebrating my million-subscriber milestone.” He paused, feeling the heat return to his face as he recalled that night. “One thing led to another and…”

“Oh my God.” Dunk’s jaw dropped. “That’s why you were missing?! You hooked up with Daddy Pond then?!”

“Dunk!” Phuwin smacked his arm, but he couldn’t help but laugh, despite how mortified he was.

“What?!” Dunk was cackling now. “I mean, no judgment! I’d do the same if I had the chance.”

Phuwin shook his head, trying to fight the smile tugging at his lips.

“It was supposed to be a one-time thing,” he admitted softly. “But then… I found out his artist was my client.”

Dunk’s eyes widened.

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah.” Phuwin nodded, looking out the window as the memories came flooding back. “He’s Joong’s boss. And now, I’m working with them on Joong’s debut album.”

Dunk whistled lowly, clearly impressed.

“Damn.” He glanced at Phuwin with a grin. “And now you’re blushing every time he’s around. I’m connecting the dots, Phuwin.”

“It’s not like that.” Phuwin huffed, but the pink dusting his cheeks told a different story.

“Uh-huh.” Dunk gave him a knowing look. “You’re so into him.”

Phuwin tried to deny it, but his face was betraying him, and Dunk wasn’t letting it slide.

“You’re 26, Phuwin.” Dunk’s tone softened slightly, his teasing giving way to genuine curiosity. “And he’s… what, 40-something?”

“42,” Phuwin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

Phuwin shook his head, his expression thoughtful now.

“No.” He smiled softly. “If anything… it’s kind of…”

“Hot?” Dunk offered with a smirk.

“Dunk!” Phuwin burst into laughter, smacking him again.

“What? I’m just saying!” Dunk laughed along, but then he sobered up a little. “Okay, but… for real. Is it serious? Or is it just… fun?”

Phuwin’s smile faded slightly, and he stared down at his lap, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

“I… I don’t know.” His voice was quieter now. “It feels… different. But I don’t know if he…” Dunk nodded slowly, sensing his friend’s hesitation.

“Well,” he said gently, “just… be careful, okay?”

Phuwin met his gaze, appreciating the concern in Dunk’s eyes.

“I will.” He gave a small smile, but deep down, his mind was already swirling with thoughts of Pond.

 

 

 

Pond hadn’t expected much that night at the club.

He was just visiting an old friend, Force, looking to wind down after a long week. Clubs weren’t really his thing anymore. Too loud, too crowded. But he figured catching up over drinks wouldn’t hurt. What he hadn’t expected was him .

Phuwin.

The boy had slammed into him, and for a moment, Pond had thought the universe was playing a cruel joke. 

Pretty. 

That was the first word that came to mind. 

Prettier than anyone he’d ever met.

Big, expressive eyes that gleamed under the dim club lights. Plush, pink lips that looked soft enough to ruin a man. And a face— God , that face—that could bring men to their knees. But then, Phuwin spoke, and Pond was done for.

The boy wasn’t just pretty. He was sharp, witty, and had a mouth that could tease and challenge in equal measure. 

He was interesting.

Phuwin always had something to say, a quip, a question, an observation that made Pond want to keep talking just to hear what came out of that mouth next. They had talked for hours, the music fading into the background, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.

And then…

He was sexy.

So, so sexy that Pond was still reeling even days after.

The way Phuwin had taken control that night and offered himself at the same time. Teasing, challenging, then giving in with such sweetness and fire, it had Pond on the brink of insanity. He could still feel the boy’s nails digging into his skin, his gasps echoing in his ears, and that damn pout when he was begging and crying for release.

Pond had never felt so alive.

But that was supposed to be it. A one-time thing. A night to remember, then move on.

Except… fate had other plans.

When Phuwin had walked into JASP.ER’s conference room a week later, all bright-eyed and eager to discuss the project with Joong, Pond had nearly choked on air.

Phuwin.

Not just a streamer. A lyricist. A producer.

Pond hadn’t known what to expect, but he should’ve known Phuwin would be more than he’d initially thought. 

He was a multitude.

In the studio, he was focused and passionate, bringing Joong’s vision to life with ease. He was professional, yet opinionated, never afraid to speak his mind when it came to his work. Phuwin had a strong sense of artistry, a vision that was both bold and refreshing.

Pond was enthralled.

Phuwin was everything Pond had ever wanted in a person—smart, talented, driven, and unapologetically himself.

But he was too young for him.

That nagging thought haunted Pond constantly.

It didn’t matter that Phuwin had proven, time and time again, that the age gap didn’t bother him.

It bothered Pond.

Why? Pond didn’t have an answer.

Maybe it was because he’d seen it before—relationships where the younger partner eventually got bored, moving on to someone closer to their age. Someone who could keep up.

Someone who wasn’t… old.

The thought made something heavy settle in his chest.

What if… one day… Phuwin realized that Pond couldn’t give him everything he needed?

What if, when Pond was another decade older, Phuwin looked at him and realized he wanted someone younger?

Someone better.

Pond hated how much the thought ate at him.

But then—

Phuwin.

Phuwin, who looked at him like he hung the moon. Who challenged him, teased him, made him feel alive again after years of dull routine.

Phuwin had never made him feel less.

In fact, Phuwin made him feel everything.

Alive. Refreshed.

Like a damn shot of espresso.

Pond hadn’t felt this awake in years.

And no matter how much he tried to resist, tried to remind himself that this was dangerous—that he was too old, that Phuwin could do better—

Phuwin was making it impossible to walk away.

Pond found himself staring at his phone again.

He had work. Emails to answer, meetings to attend, but his mind had been stuck on Phuwin ever since he saw him leave with that guy.

Dunk, was it?

Pond knew he had no right to feel this way. He and Phuwin weren’t… anything. Not officially. But that didn’t stop the tightness in his chest when he remembered the way Dunk had hugged Phuwin. Too close. Too familiar.

And now…

A notification.

Instagram.

Pond’s brow furrowed as he tapped on it, immediately taken to Phuwin’s latest post.

Of course.

A carousel of photos of Phuwin and Dunk.

The first was of the two of them posing outside some trendy restaurant, Phuwin flashing his signature grin while Dunk threw up a peace sign.

The next few were snapshots of their meal. Colorful sushi rolls, a steaming bowl of ramen, and a ridiculously fancy dessert. And then, another photo, Phuwin and Dunk, clinking glasses, looking like they didn’t have a care in the world.

The caption?

“Eating good with my emotional support idiot. 🍣🍜🍰❤️ I’d die for him, but I’d also kill him if he eats my dessert.”

Pond snorted despite himself. Cute. Phuwin was always witty with his captions.

But then—

A comment. From Dunk.

“You are the love of my life!!! ❤️❤️❤️”

Pond’s eyes twitched. What?

His jaw clenched, his thumb hovering over the comment.

Love of his life?

Pond wasn’t exactly well-versed in internet slang or whatever it was that kids said these days. But this? This didn’t sit right with him.

Was that a joke? Was it something more?

Pond wasn’t mad. Not really. He just wanted reassurance.

But damn it, the longer he stared at the comment, the more he felt that uncomfortable knot in his chest tighten.

Phuwin wasn’t his. Not officially.

But God, Pond wanted him to be.

And seeing another man claim him so boldly, even if it was just a comment—it did things to him. Things he wasn’t ready to admit just yet.

“You’re too old for this shit, Pond.”

Pond stared at his phone, thumb hovering over Phuwin’s chat, but he didn’t type anything.

He couldn’t.

The words were right there, waiting to be sent. Something casual. Maybe a comment about Phuwin’s post. Or a teasing remark about Dunk’s comment. Anything to feel connected to Phuwin again.

But Pond didn’t press send because he needed to be sure.

Phuwin wasn’t just some fling to him. He hasn’t been in a while.

He is… something more.

And that was terrifying.

Pond had always been careful with his heart, especially after his divorce. He was okay with what happened now, but he definitely didn't want it to happen to him again. He’d built walls—high, impenetrable walls—to protect himself. He wasn’t the type to fall easily, let alone for someone so young.

But Phuwin had slipped through the cracks.

With that sassy mouth, that infectious laugh, and those eyes that held too much emotion for someone so young. Phuwin had gotten under his skin.

Pond wasn’t blind to his own feelings.

But acting on them?

That was a different story.

He was 42. Phuwin was 26.

The age gap didn’t seem to bother Phuwin, but it gnawed at Pond’s conscience.

What if Phuwin regretted it later?

What if, a few years down the line, Phuwin realized he wanted someone younger, someone who could match his energy, someone who wasn’t—

“Stop.”

Pond ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly.

Phuwin deserved more than uncertainty.

He deserved someone who was all in, not someone who was constantly second-guessing himself.

So, Pond did the only thing he could do.

He put his phone down.

And he waited.

A few days.

Maybe a little space would help him clear his head.

Because if he was going to let Phuwin in, really let him in, he had to be damn sure he wasn’t going to hurt him.

Phuwin was too important for anything less.

 

 

 

Phuwin stared at his phone for the fifth time that morning. 

Nothing. 

No new messages. No missed calls. No teasing texts.

Just silence. 

Three days. That was how long it had been since he last heard from Pond. And Phuwin hated that he was counting.

Pond had always been… consistent. Even when he was busy, he’d text. Something simple. Something sweet. “Eat something,” or “Don’t stay up too late.” Nothing overbearing—just enough to let Phuwin know that Pond was thinking about him. 

But now? Radio silence.

Pond wasn’t the type to ghost people. He was mature, honest, and direct. So, if he didn’t want to see Phuwin anymore, he would’ve said so. Wouldn’t he? Phuwin bit his lip, brows furrowing as he set his phone down. 

“Maybe he’s just busy,” he mumbled, trying to convince himself. But how busy could he be? Even with his packed schedule, Pond had always made time for him. Always.

But not now. Now, every excuse felt… different. 

“I’ve got a meeting.” 

“I’m out for business.” 

“There’s a project deadline coming up.” 

The words sounded normal, but something was off. Pond’s tone was off.

Phuwin wasn’t stupid. He noticed. And the thought of losing Pond left a knot in his chest that wouldn’t go away.

Because this wasn’t just a fling anymore. Not to Phuwin. Pond wasn’t just some guy he hooked up with at a club. Pond was the man who made him laugh until his stomach hurt. The man who was always up for his challenges, pushed his buttons equally, and made him feel something he’s never felt. The man who kissed him like he mattered.

Pond was…

“Ugh, frustrating,” Phuwin groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Why did I have to catch feelings for an old man?” 

But he had. Hard. Pond had slipped into his life so effortlessly, and now Phuwin couldn’t imagine his days without him. He liked the way Pond made him feel.

Safe, wanted, adored.

And it scared him. 

Because what if Pond didn’t feel the same? 

What if the age gap was finally catching up to him? 

What if Pond realized that Phuwin was too young, too immature, too… not enough? 

“If you don’t want me anymore… just say it.” Phuwin’s voice was barely a whisper, the weight of his emotions pressing down on his chest.

He could handle rejection. What he couldn’t handle was this… this uncertainty. Because for the first time in a long time, Phuwin had let someone in. And if Pond was going to walk away…

Phuwin deserved to know.

Phuwin didn’t even think twice before heading to Pond’s place. His heart was pounding, his fingers gripping the strap of his bag tightly as he took the elevator up to Pond’s floor. 

He was done waiting. 

Done overthinking. 

Done driving himself crazy with “what ifs” and unanswered texts. 

If Pond was going to end this, fine. But Phuwin was going to make him say it to his face.

When he reached Pond’s door, he barely knocked. Three sharp raps. His jaw was clenched, his mind racing. The moment the door swung open, revealing a surprised Pond in his usual post-work attire. Loose sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt that hugged his toned chest, Phuwin’s anger bubbled over.

“Phuwin?” Pond’s brows furrowed, clearly not expecting him.

“Why can't you just tell me?” Phuwin blurted out, his voice sharper than he intended. His eyes burned, but he refused to let any tears fall. “If you didn't want to see me anymore, you could’ve just said so!”

“...What?” Pond blinked, looking momentarily lost. 

“Don’t ‘what’ me,” Phuwin snapped, his arms crossing over his chest. He was trying so hard to stay composed, but everything he’d bottled up over the past few days was spilling out. “You’ve been avoiding me, Pond. I’m not an idiot. I know when someone’s pulling away.” His voice cracked, but he pushed through. “If this is too much for you… if I’m too much for you, just say it. I can take it.”

Phuwin’s breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling with frustration, hurt, and fear. He hated how vulnerable he felt standing there, pouring his heart out when Pond hadn’t even invited him in yet. But he needed answers.

But before Phuwin could get another word out, Pond moved.

Strong arms. Warm, solid, and pulling him close, crushing him against Pond’s chest. Phuwin’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt Pond’s heartbeat against his own. 

“I’m sorry,” Pond murmured, his voice low, pained, and full of regret. “I’m so sorry for making you feel that way.”

His hold was firm, almost desperate, like he was afraid that if he let go, Phuwin would disappear. Phuwin’s body stiffened at first, but then… he melted. 

Damn it. 

His hands fisted the fabric of Pond’s shirt, his face pressing against the older man’s neck as his anger began to simmer down.

“I—” Phuwin tried to speak, but his voice was muffled against Pond’s skin. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, his eyes narrowed. “You can’t just disappear and expect me to be okay with it.” His tone was softer now, but the hurt was still there. “If you needed space, if something was wrong, you should’ve told me. I would’ve understood, Pond. But you didn’t. You just—”

Pond cupped his face gently, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I know,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against Phuwin’s. “You’re right. I messed up.”

“Why?” Phuwin’s lips trembled, his walls crumbling all over again. 

Pond sighed, “I… I was scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I needed time to figure out what I was feeling. And I didn’t want to hurt you by saying the wrong thing.”

Phuwin’s heart clenched. 

Scared? Pond was scared?

“Come inside,” Pond murmured softly, pulling away just enough to take Phuwin’s hand. “Please.”

Phuwin hesitated for a moment, his emotions still raw, but he nodded. 

“Okay,” he whispered, letting Pond lead him inside.

As Pond led him inside, his warm, calloused hand wrapped gently around Phuwin’s, something in Phuwin’s chest eased. 

It was such a simple touch, but God, he missed it. 

He missed him. He hadn’t realized how much until now.

Pond’s grip was firm, secure, like he was grounding him, pulling him back to where he belonged. Phuwin’s fingers instinctively tightened around Pond’s, not wanting to let go. He missed the warmth, the silent promise that came with it. 

And it wasn’t just about sex, or the teasing, or the thrill of being with someone older and more experienced. 

It was about Pond. 

His touch, his presence, the way he made Phuwin feel seen, wanted, and safe.

Phuwin’s thumb brushed over the back of Pond’s hand absentmindedly, memorizing the feel of him again. It had only been a few days, but it felt like forever. His heart thudded in his chest, and he hated how much comfort he found in something so small.

Damn it. He was still so far gone for this man.

Pond didn’t say anything, but Phuwin noticed how his thumb traced small circles against his skin, like he was silently apologizing for the distance he’d put between them. It was comforting.

Phuwin didn’t say anything. Words weren’t enough. 

His heart was too full, his emotions swirling in a mess of relief, affection, and something so deep it left him breathless. So, instead, he leaned in.

Pond’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. He never would. And the moment their lips met, everything else faded.

Phuwin kissed him softly at first, a whisper of a touch that spoke louder than words. But the second Pond’s hand slid up to cradle his cheek, the dam broke. Phuwin pressed in harder, needing more, needing all of him. Tears slipped down his face, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop.

Pond pulled back just a little, his thumb brushing away the wetness on Phuwin’s cheek. “Hey,” he murmured softly, his eyes so gentle, so full of warmth.

Phuwin let out a shaky laugh, his head falling against Pond’s shoulder.

“I’m such a mess,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath.

Pond’s lips pressed against his temple, a featherlight kiss that sent warmth down Phuwin’s spine. 

“You’re not a mess,” he whispered. “You’re… perfect.”

“You’re such a liar.” Phuwin snorted, pulling back to look at him. 

Pond’s lips quirked up into that familiar, cocky smile that always made Phuwin’s knees weak.

“Maybe.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against Phuwin’s again, softer this time. “But I still want you.”

Phuwin’s heart skipped a beat, but before he could say anything, Pond’s expression grew more serious.

“Sweetheart…” Pond’s voice was low, almost hesitant. “I want this. I want… us. For real this time.”

Phuwin’s breath caught.

“I don’t want to pretend this is casual anymore,” Pond continued, his thumb stroking along Phuwin’s jaw. 

“I want to date you. I want to be with you. Officially.”

Phuwin’s heart pounded in his ears. This was what he wanted. What he’d wanted since that first night when Pond had made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

But…

A mischievous glint lit up Phuwin’s eyes as he tilted his head, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“Hmm… I don’t know,” he drawled, dragging his finger down Pond’s chest slowly. Too slowly. “You really hurt my feelings, you know…”

Pond’s eyes darkened immediately, and Phuwin felt the shift. The air between them grew thick, charged with tension that made his skin tingle.

“Phuwin…” Pond’s voice was low, a warning.

Phuwin’s lips curled, his tone dropping to a sultry whisper as he leaned closer. 

“I might need a little… convincing.”

Pond’s jaw clenched, his grip on Phuwin’s waist tightening. “Convincing, huh?” His lips brushed against Phuwin’s, but he didn’t close the distance. Teasing. Torturing.

Phuwin grinned, his breath hitching as he whispered against Pond’s lips, “Make-up sex might do the trick.”

That was all it took.

Pond growled softly, and before Phuwin could blink, he was being lifted off the couch, his legs wrapping instinctively around Pond’s waist.

“You’re playing a dangerous game again, pretty boy,” Pond murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Phuwin’s ear as he carried him toward the bedroom.

Phuwin’s laugh was breathless, full of anticipation. 

“I’m counting on it.”

Pond groaned, his hold on Phuwin tightening as he kicked the door open.

Pond settled Phuwin gently onto the bed, his movements softer, more deliberate than before. This time, it was different.

Pond wasn’t in a rush. 

Not tonight. 

Tonight, he wanted to take his time, to show Phuwin everything he’d kept bottled up inside, everything he hadn’t put into words. Phuwin looked up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable, his lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed from the heat that was already simmering between them. God, he was beautiful.

“Pond…” Phuwin murmured, voice barely above a whisper, but Pond silenced him with a kiss. 

Soft. Gentle. Slow.

Pond poured everything into that kiss; His longing, his adoration, his need. Their lips moved together in a gentle rhythm, as if they had all the time in the world. And they did.

As Pond deepened the kiss, his hands began their journey. Exploring. Learning. He touched Phuwin with reverence, his fingers tracing along the curve of his jaw, down his neck, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin there, making Phuwin shiver beneath him.

“I want to take my time with you,” Pond murmured against Phuwin’s lips, his voice low and full of promise. “I want to… worship you, show you how much you mean to me.”

Phuwin’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with need.

“Then do it,” he whispered, his voice shaky but filled with trust. “I’m yours.”

Pond’s heart clenched. Mine.

Slowly, carefully, Pond began to undress him. One piece at a time. His fingers brushed over Phuwin’s skin as he slid his shirt off, his lips following the path of his hands. He kissed along Phuwin’s collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate lines, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Phuwin arched beneath him, his body reacting to every touch, every kiss.

“Beautiful,” Pond murmured, his lips moving lower, placing open-mouthed kisses down Phuwin’s chest. He paused to give attention to each sensitive peak, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make Phuwin gasp.

“Pond…” Phuwin breathed, his hands threading through Pond’s hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

But Pond wouldn’t be rushed. Not this time.

He moved lower, his lips brushing over Phuwin’s stomach, lingering on every inch of skin. He pressed kisses along the dips and curves, worshipping the softness of his body, memorizing him.

When he finally rid Phuwin of the rest of his clothes, Pond took a moment to just… look.

Phuwin lay bare beneath him, flushed and beautiful, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

“Perfect,” Pond murmured, his eyes trailing down Phuwin’s body with a hunger that made Phuwin’s skin prickle with heat.

Pond kissed his way down, slow and purposeful, his hands never leaving Phuwin’s body. His tongue traced patterns along his thighs, teasing, tasting, making Phuwin writhe beneath him.

“Pond, please…” Phuwin’s voice was breathless, almost a whimper.

Pond’s eyes flickered up, meeting Phuwin’s gaze.

“Patience,” Pond whispered, his lips curling into a smirk as he placed one last kiss on the inside of Phuwin’s thigh. “I’m not done worshipping you yet.”

And worship him, he did.

Pond’s lips never stopped moving, leaving a trail of devotion on Phuwin’s skin. 

He kissed everywhere—soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down the younger's spine. His mouth brushed along Phuwin’s jaw, down the column of his throat, pausing to suck gently on the sensitive skin that made Phuwin’s breath hitch.

“Please…” Phuwin whimpered, his voice trembling, already lost in the waves of pleasure that Pond was giving him.

But Pond wasn’t satisfied yet.

He kissed lower, his lips brushing across Phuwin’s collarbone, tongue flicking out to tease the delicate skin. He nipped, just enough to make Phuwin gasp, and then soothed it with his tongue, as if apologizing for the delicious sting he’d left behind.

“Pretty,” Pond murmured against his skin, his voice dripping with reverence. “So damn perfect for me.”

His hands followed where his lips went, mapping out every inch of Phuwin’s body. His fingertips traced the curve of his waist, the dip of his hips, the smoothness of his thighs. Phuwin felt worshipped, adored, like Pond wanted to memorize every inch of him.

“Pond…” Phuwin breathed, pulling Pond up again, wanting to kiss him.

“Shh…” Pond hushed him softly, his lips curling into a smile. “Just let me adore you.”

He kissed down, down, and lower, pressing soft kisses to Phuwin’s chest. His tongue flicked over one hardened nipple, and when Phuwin moaned, Pond latched on, sucking lightly, drawing another gasp from him. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud before he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Phuwin squirm beneath him.

“Pond…” Phuwin moaned, his voice full of longing.

Pond’s lips trailed down further, his mouth worshipping every inch of skin. He kissed along Phuwin’s ribs, his tongue dipping into the hollow of his stomach, making Phuwin’s body tense with anticipation.

Pond took his time. He kissed, licked, and nibbled at every sensitive spot he could find, driving Phuwin insane with need.

“Pond… please…” Phuwin begged, his voice barely above a whisper, his body trembling with want.

But Pond wasn’t done yet.

He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the inside of Phuwin’s thighs, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. He sucked a mark there like a reminder, and Phuwin’s body shivered at the sensation.

“You're so…” Pond murmured softly, his voice filled with awe. His fingers grazed lightly over Phuwin’s skin, sending goosebumps down his spine. “So beautiful like this… laid out for me.”

Phuwin’s head was spinning. Pond was everywhere on him.

And then, Pond’s mouth found its way back up, finally capturing Phuwin’s lips in a slow, deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting each other, sharing the heat that had built between them.

“Pond…” Phuwin whimpered into the kiss, his body arching into him, needing more.

“Not yet,” Pond murmured, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s. 

“I’m not done with you.”

Pond trailed his lips lower, kissing and licking his way down Phuwin’s body, his touch making Phuwin’s skin feel hot and hypersensitive. Every brush of his lips, every graze of his teeth, was deliberate. Teasing, tormenting, adoring, and driving Phuwin insane.

Phuwin’s thighs trembled as Pond’s mouth hovered over them. Pond’s lips pressed soft, barely-there kisses to the insides of his thighs, sending jolts of pleasure straight to Phuwin’s core.

“Pond…” Phuwin whimpered, his breath hitching as Pond’s tongue flicked out.

But Pond didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet.

Instead, he sucked gently on the soft flesh of Phuwin’s inner thigh, his teeth grazing just enough to make Phuwin’s body jolt. He latched on, sucking a deep mark, leaving a blooming bruise that had Phuwin gasping.

“Such pretty thighs…” Pond murmured, his voice husky with desire. His fingers followed the path of his lips, grazing lightly, teasing, exploring.

Phuwin’s breath hitched. Every touch, every kiss, had him arching toward Pond, desperate for more, but Pond was relentless in his teasing. He nibbled on the tender skin of Phuwin’s thighs, sucking another mark on the opposite side, making sure to leave his claim everywhere except where Phuwin ached for him the most.

“Phi…” Phuwin whined, his voice dripping with need. His fingers threaded through Pond’s hair, trying to guide him where he wanted, but Pond resisted, keeping his pace slow and torturous.

“Patience…” Pond murmured, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s skin, making him shiver.

Phuwin was losing his mind. Pond’s mouth moved lower, his lips brushing dangerously close to where Phuwin needed him, only to retreat back to his thighs, leaving him breathless and wanting. Phuwin gasped, his voice breaking, his body arching off the bed, silently begging for relief.

Pond chuckled softly, his hot breath ghosting over Phuwin’s sensitive skin.

“You’re so needy, baby…” his voice was dripping with amusement.

Phuwin’s cheeks burned, but the ache in his core was stronger than his embarrassment.

“Phi…” he begged again, his voice almost a whimper now.

But Pond didn’t give in yet.

Instead, he pressed his lips to another spot on Phuwin’s thigh, sucking and nibbling, leaving yet another mark. A reminder of who Phuwin belonged to.

Phuwin was unraveling. His body was on fire, his mind clouded with desire, and every brush of Pond’s lips left him trembling with anticipation.

“Please…” Phuwin’s voice cracked, desperation dripping from his tone.

And still… Pond took his time.

“Not yet…” Pond murmured, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s skin with infuriating gentleness. “I’m not done tasting you.”

Phuwin’s body ached for more, but Pond was making him wait—building the tension, making him crave, making him fall apart.

Phuwin was a mess. 

His body was trembling, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gasped for air. And it felt like they were only just starting. His cock was so hard it hurt, the tip flushed and leaking, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Every twitch, every pulse, had him whining softly, his hips shifting on the bed, desperate for more.

Pond finally gave in.

“Such a pretty sight…” Pond murmured, his voice low and full of hunger. His dark eyes locked on Phuwin’s needy cock, and without wasting another second, he leaned down and ran his tongue slowly along the length.

“Ah—Pond!” Phuwin cried out, his back arching off the bed. His fingers instinctively flew to Pond’s shoulders, gripping tightly, digging into the firm muscle.

Pond groaned at the touch, loving how Phuwin’s nails dug into his skin. He sucked the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, tasting the salty sweetness that had him craving more. Phuwin’s moans filled the room, his thighs trembling as Pond took him deeper, hollowing his cheeks and sucking like his life depended on it.

“Ah… yes…” Phuwin whimpered, his fingers tightening their grip on Pond’s shoulders. The heat was overwhelming, his body on the edge, but Pond wasn’t going to let him tip over just yet.

Pond’s tongue worked skillfully, teasing and tasting, sucking just enough to make Phuwin’s toes curl. He pulled back slightly, his lips grazing over the tip, his tongue flicking softly, before plunging back down, taking him deeper until Phuwin’s head was thrown back in pleasure.

Phuwin’s breathing grew erratic. His thighs tried to close, but Pond’s strong hands held him open, keeping him vulnerable and exposed.

“Phi… please…” Phuwin begged, his voice barely above a whisper, full of need.

Pond’s lips pulled off with a sinful pop, but before Phuwin could complain, Pond’s fingers trailed lower.

“Shh, baby,” Pond soothed, “I’ve got you…”

Phuwin’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt Pond’s fingers slide lower, teasing at his entrance.

“Pond…” Phuwin gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as one finger circled his hole, slicking him up, teasing but not pushing in yet.

Pond’s mouth went back to work, his tongue swirling, sucking Phuwin down with renewed intensity, while his finger continued to tease, applying just the right amount of pressure. Phuwin was shaking. His body was overwhelmed by the dual sensation—Pond’s mouth driving him insane, and the teasing brush of his fingers behind, making him ache for more.

“Pond… nghh… please…” Phuwin begged, his voice ragged, his body strung so tight he thought he’d explode.

Pond groaned against him, sending vibrations through Phuwin’s length, and then, finally, Pond’s finger pushed inside, slow and steady.

“Ahhh… fuck…” Phuwin cried out, his back arching, his body pushing down to take more.

Pond sucked harder, taking him deeper, while his finger moved, slow at first, then faster, building a rhythm that drove Phuwin closer and closer to the edge.

Phuwin’s grip on Pond’s shoulder tightened, his hips moving instinctively, meeting Pond’s mouth and fingers, chasing the release that Pond was expertly drawing out of him.

“Pond… I’m gonna—” Phuwin’s voice broke, his body trembling uncontrollably.

But Pond didn’t stop. If anything, he sucked harder, his tongue swirling, his finger moving faster, teasing Phuwin’s sweet spot until the younger was a sobbing, moaning mess beneath him.

Phuwin couldn’t hold on any longer. His body seized, his release hitting him hard and fast, his cries echoing in the room. His grip on Pond’s shoulders was almost bruising, his body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him.

Pond didn’t stop until Phuwin was completely spent, swallowing every drop, his fingers still moving gently to help him ride out his high.

Phuwin was a mess. His body was shaking, breathless, and so, so satisfied.

Pond pulled back slowly, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with desire.

“Beautiful…” Pond murmured, his voice thick with admiration.

Phuwin barely had time to catch his breath. His body was still trembling from the orgasm that had just wrecked him, his chest heaving, his skin flushed a pretty shade of pink. But Pond wasn’t done. Not even close.

“Pond…” Phuwin whimpered softly, his voice barely above a whisper, still dazed from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Shh…” Pond soothed, his hands trailing down Phuwin’s thighs, massaging them gently. But there was a different kind of hunger in his eyes now. Something darker. Needier.

Phuwin felt it before he even realized what was happening.

Pond kissed down his inner thigh, his lips leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses. Phuwin’s body shuddered, sensitive and overstimulated, but he couldn’t help the way his legs spread wider for Pond, inviting him in.

“You’re so good for me,” Pond murmured, his voice low and dripping with adoration. “So fucking perfect.”

Phuwin’s body tensed when Pond’s mouth got closer, his breath hitching when he felt Pond’s hot breath against his entrance.

“P-Pond…” Phuwin whimpered, his fingers fisting the sheets beneath him.

But Pond didn’t answer with words. Instead, he spread Phuwin’s cheeks wider, his thumbs keeping him open, exposed, vulnerable.

And then—he licked.

Phuwin’s entire body jolted. “Ahh—fuck!” His back arched off the bed, his toes curling, his head thrown back in pure bliss.

Pond’s tongue was hot and wet, teasing at his entrance, circling it slowly, deliberately.

“Nghhh… fuck,” Phuwin gasped, his body trembling as the older man’s tongue worked him open.

Pond licked, kissed, and sucked with devotion, as if he was worshiping Phuwin’s very essence. Each flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting through Phuwin’s body, igniting something raw and primal inside him.

Phuwin was losing his mind. His body squirmed under Pond’s firm grip, but the older man held him steady, his strong hands keeping Phuwin exactly where he wanted him.

“Stay still, baby…” Pond murmured, his voice muffled against Phuwin’s skin, sending vibrations straight to his core.

Phuwin couldn’t stay still even if he tried. His body was too sensitive, too desperate for more. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his thighs trembling as Pond’s tongue pushed deeper, tasting him, owning him.

“Pond… nghh… please…” Phuwin’s voice was broken, his whimpers growing louder, more desperate.

Pond groaned against him, loving how wrecked Phuwin sounded, how his body responded to every touch, every lick. He flicked his tongue faster, sucking softly before plunging deeper, fucking Phuwin with his tongue.

“Ahhh… fuck… Phi—” Phuwin cried out, his body arching off the bed, his hands flying to Pond’s hair, tugging, holding on for dear life.

Pond growled, loving how Phuwin pulled at his hair, and it only spurred him on. Phuwin was trembling uncontrollably, but Pond wasn’t satisfied yet. Not until he gave Phuwin everything.

The man's hand slid up Phuwin’s thigh, his fingers finding Phuwin’s sensitive, spent cock.

“Ahh—no… I can’t—” Phuwin gasped, his voice broken and whiny, his body shaking as Pond’s fingers wrapped around him again.

“Oh, you can,” Pond murmured against his skin, making him wetter, softer, more open. “You will.”

Phuwin sobbed. His body was on fire, overwhelmed, overstimulated, but it felt so fucking good. Pond’s mouth was relentless, his tongue sinful, and his hand…

Pond stroked him slowly, teasing, dragging his thumb over the sensitive slit, while his tongue plunged deeper, tasting him, devouring him.

Phuwin was losing it. His body was shaking so hard, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m… I’m gonna—” Phuwin’s voice was barely coherent, his thighs trembling, his entire body tensed as pleasure built inside him once again.

Phuwin couldn’t hold back. His body gave in, and he came hard, again, his cries echoing in the room. His release spilled between them, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him.

Pond didn’t stop. He worked Phuwin through his orgasm, his mouth still devouring him, his fingers still stroking softly, until Phuwin was a sobbing, whimpering mess beneath him.

When Pond finally pulled back, Phuwin was completely wrecked, his body limp, his eyes half-lidded and dazed.

“My God… ” Phuwin whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Pond’s lips were swollen, his eyes dark and filled with desire, and he leaned up, brushing his lips softly against Phuwin’s.

“Wanna come inside you,” Pond whispered, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s swollen ones, voice low and full of need. His forehead rested gently against Phuwin’s, their breaths mingling, the air between them thick with heat and intimacy.

Phuwin’s eyes fluttered open, glazed and dazed, his body still trembling from everything Pond had done to him. His heart was pounding, his body aching, but fuck—he wanted more.

“Please…” Phuwin whispered, his voice barely audible.

Pond kissed him again, slowly, deeply, as if committing the taste of Phuwin to memory. His lips moved with care, his tongue slipping in, savoring every whimper and moan that spilled from the younger’s mouth.

Phuwin’s legs spread wider, his body pliant and eager, welcoming Pond in. Pond lined himself up, his cock slick with Phuwin’s release and his own arousal, pressing slowly against Phuwin’s entrance.

“Relax, baby,” Pond murmured, his voice so gentle it made Phuwin’s chest ache. He kissed Phuwin’s temple, his jaw, his neck, whispering sweet nothings against his skin.

Phuwin’s body twitched as Pond pushed in, inch by inch, stretching him open again. The burn was there, but it was soft, muted by the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through him.

“Pond…” Phuwin moaned, his nails digging into Pond’s back, holding on as if he’d float away without him.

Pond bottomed out, staying still for a moment, letting Phuwin adjust. He kissed Phuwin’s lips softly, then down to his throat, his collarbone, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he whispered,

“Wanna show you how good you are for me.”

Phuwin whimpered softly, his body twitching under Pond’s touch.

Pond started moving, slow and deep, savoring every inch, every gasp that left Phuwin’s lips. His pace was steady, controlled, but filled with raw emotion.

Phuwin loved every side of Pond—the rough and controlling, and the soft and gentle one. The man who worshiped his body but also wrecked it, who took his time to make him feel cherished, but so sore. Now every thrust was slow, precise, dragging against that spot inside that made Phuwin’s toes curl and his eyes roll back.

“Yes…” Phuwin moaned, his body arching into every touch, every kiss.

Pond touched him everywhere, his hands sliding up Phuwin’s sides, caressing his chest, tweaking his sensitive nipples just to hear him gasp. His lips traced over every mark he’d left earlier, kissing them as if he were apologizing for leaving a mark.

Phuwin was trembling, his body overly sensitive, every nerve ending on fire. His cock was soft but twitching, leaking against his stomach, and each thrust from Pond sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core.

“A-ah…” Phuwin whimpered, his body twitching, his legs trembling.

Pond’s hand slid down, wrapping around Phuwin’s cock once again. Phuwin cried out, his body jerking, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

“Shhh, baby,” Pond murmured softly, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s ear. “I know… I know it’s a lot.”

But he didn’t stop.

Pond stroked him slowly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, his thumb teasing the sensitive head.

Phuwin was a mess—his body writhing, his mind clouded with pleasure and pain. He sobbed softly, tears slipping down the sides of his face, but it wasn’t from sadness.

It was too much. It was perfect.

“P-Pond… I… nghh…”

Pond kissed him softly, swallowing his cries, and thrust deeper, hitting that spot that made Phuwin see stars.

“Let go, baby…” Pond’s voice was soft but commanding, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s trembling ones.

Phuwin came hard, his body locking up, his cock spilling between them. But Pond didn’t let go of his cock.

“N-no… I—” Phuwin whimpered, his body shaking, but Pond kept stroking, pushing him past his limit.

“You can take it, baby… come for me again,” Pond murmured, his voice filled with both adoration and authority.

Phuwin’s body convulsed, overstimulated, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. He was so sensitive, his cock twitching in Pond’s firm grip, but Pond didn’t stop.

And then… it happened.

Pond thrust deeper, harder, chasing his own release, and when he finally came, he didn’t stop touching Phuwin. His hand stroked Phuwin’s spent cock until the younger cried out, his body giving out as a dry orgasm wracked through him.

Phuwin’s body shook uncontrollably, his whimpers soft and broken, but the pleasure was too much. His head lolled back, his lips parted as he gasped for air.

“Good boy…” Pond whispered softly, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s temple as he held him through the aftermath.

Phuwin felt boneless, completely wrecked, but he had never felt so loved.

 

Phuwin woke up to the smell of something delicious wafting through the air, his body still aching pleasantly from the night before. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was Pond who was shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants and an apron, standing beside the bed with a tray in hand.

Phuwin blinked, still groggy, but the sight in front of him had him grinning sleepily. It felt nostalgic—like déjà vu—taking him back to that morning after their first night together. 

But this time… this time was different.

Now, they were boyfriends.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Pond murmured softly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he leaned down to press a kiss to Phuwin’s forehead.

Phuwin’s heart swelled. His lips curled into a soft smile as he stretched lazily, his body still feeling deliciously sore.

“You’re trying to spoil me,” he mumbled, voice raspy with sleep, his eyes flickering down to the tray. Bacon, eggs, toast, and even a small bowl of fruit. And coffee, exactly the way Phuwin liked it.

“Trying?” Pond teased, his voice deep and playful. “I think I’m succeeding.”

Phuwin laughed softly, his cheeks flushing as he sat up, the blanket now only covering his lower half. “You know,” he murmured, eyes twinkling with mischief as he looked up at Pond, “I remember this… I woke up to this exact scene before.”

Pond raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Mmm, but this time,” he murmured, leaning down so their faces were inches apart, “this time, I get to do this…”

Pond kissed him slow and sweet, his lips soft and lingering, making Phuwin’s stomach flutter.

Phuwin melted into the kiss, sighing softly when Pond pulled away.

“And this time…” Pond whispered against his lips, his thumb brushing gently over Phuwin’s cheek, “I get to call you mine.”

Phuwin’s heart skipped a beat.

“Yours, huh?” Phuwin teased, but his voice was softer, his eyes filled with warmth.

“Mine,” Pond repeated, his tone firmer, more certain.

Phuwin’s smile widened, and he felt his chest tighten in the best way.

“Well…” he murmured, pulling Pond down for another kiss, “I guess I like the sound of that.”

Pond chuckled against his lips before pulling away, placing the tray carefully over Phuwin’s lap.

“Eat,” Pond ordered playfully, standing back up.

Phuwin picked up a piece of toast, taking a bite, but his eyes never left Pond.

“I could get used to this,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food, grinning.

Pond’s eyes darkened slightly, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.

“You should,” he murmured, leaning down once more, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s ear.

“Because I’m never letting you go.”

Notes:

The only unrealistic thing about this is 42-year-old Pond having that much vigor lol

I was desperate to read something like this and couldn’t find one. I wrote it because this story wouldn’t leave my mind, and I knew I had to bring it to life.

I poured all my thirst into this (lol), and I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!