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Pond wasn't expecting sin in the form of his boyfriend when he got home.
He was expecting leftovers and a kiss on the cheek from Phuwin if he wasn't down for a nap. What he wasn't expecting is what he walked into.
Phuwin — soft pink cardigan and a white lace trimmed skirt, light enough to float whenever he moved with a soft pink lacy garter peeking beneath the hem. His hair was framed prettily around his face, lips glossy and deliciously pink.
He looked good enough to cause delicious devastation in the form of heat to simmer underneath his skin.
Phuwin knew what he was doing when he wore it — knew how Pond would clench his jaw when he bent over a little too carelessly to be considered a mistake. How Pond's eyes would always linger on his skin whenever he wore a skirt.
He wore nothing underneath, it was just him — soft and warm against his thighs.
And today, it was his weapon.
Pond blinked, the motion fast enough to mimic a flinch and his mouth went so dry you could probably use his tounge as sanding paper.
The sound of the door closing behind him felt distant as his bag slipped off his shoulder and landed on the floor with a thud.
Phuwin looked up from his phone, his eyes way too innocent looking.
"Baby, you're home."
"...Phuwin," Pond says, his voice hoarse but careful.
"Yes, baby?" Phuwin asks with a tilt of his head, the expression is innocent but his eyes tell a completely different story.
His voice was sweet — too sweet carrying that deceptive lilt he only used when he knew exactly what he was doing.
He shifted, the skirt riding dangerously high and Pond watched as the garter pressed tighter against his skin.
"What...what are you wearing?" He asks, his voice low and dark.
"Oh this, something I just found in my closet," he says while smoothing the skirt down only for it to ride higher.
"You like it?"
Pond swears his brain flatlined, "I—I don't even think I'm conscious right now."
Phuwin giggles — he actually giggles.
Pond hadn't even taken his shoes off yet and his body was already buzzing — arousal and disbelief, something dangerous against his ribs.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath," Phuwin says with a smile that is deceptively way too soft.
"I just got home Phuwin."
"And I missed you."
"I—"
Phuwin tilts his head , splaying his legs open just enough for the skirt to ride up even higher, "You still want me, right?"
There it was.
The spark that burst Pond's neurons into flames.
The truth is Phuwin could wear literally anything — lace, silk even a damn trash bag and Pond would still want him.
That skirt? A god–tier offence, something Pond considers emotional and physical arson.
Pond moved, removing his shoes and took a deadly step — his moves mimicking the walk of a man approaching a mine field.
"Don't move."
Phuwin bit his lip and shifted his thighs.
"Make me."
Pond doesn't even remember making his way across the room.
Now he finds himself towering over Phuwin — hands twitching by his sides like he didn't trust himself to touch him, at least not yet.
Phuwin tilted his head — a picture of calm innocence.
"This fucking menace," Pond thinks to himself.
"What?" Phuwin asks, feigning innocence.
"You're gonna give me a goddamn aneurysm that's what."
Phuwin giggles, again.
"I thought you liked when I play with you."
"Playing?" Pond chuckles darkly, "This is fucking bait."
He reached down, one finger tracing Phuwin's thigh where the garter sits, watching as it trembles then he moves up to the skirt — playing with the hem.
"What are you going to do about it?"
Pond eyes flashed.
He yanked Phuwin up, spun him around and pressed him against the backrest of the couch. Phuwin gasped — more out of delighted surprise than fear, his body plaint as he braced himself with his hands.
"Baby—"
Pond rests his palm against the soft skin on the back of his thigh then forms a grip.
"You've been asking for this since I walked through the door, with your fucking thighs out —looking at me, asking to be fucked," Pond growls, "What were hoping would happen, hmm?"
Phuwin shamelessly arched back into him, "This."
Pond groans, his other hand gripping Phuwin's hip while the other traces the garter causing a shiver to run down Phuwin's spine.
Pond felt the heat curl, pool and tighten low in his belly.
"I'm not going to play fair anymore."
Phuwin looks over his shoulder with a smirk.
"Wasn't expecting you to."
Pond pauses and listens.
To the way Phuwin's breathing is shallow , controlled but laced with anticipation. He watches how his hands are still gripping the back of the couch with his thighs pressed together.
"Off."
Phuwin turns back to him again, "The skirt?"
"Everything, leave just the garter."
Phuwin blinks and stands while biting back a grin.
He slowly reaches down, peeling the cardigan off his shoulders and Pond watches as his bare, milky skin glimmers under the lights. Then he reaches for the zipper on the side of the skirt and let's it drop , stepping out of it slowly like he's putting on a show.
He stood in front of Pond, the soft pink garter wrapped like a silk ribbon around his thigh. The contrast of him being naked and that one small but sultry detail makes Pond's brain malfunction.
Phuwin looks lewd — absolutely fucking decadent.
"You're gonna do something or just keep staring?"
Pond doesn't answer, just steps forward like he owned time and the moment he reaches Phuwin, he drops on his knees.
Now he's at eye level with those gorgeous thighs, watches as they tremble with anticipation. His large hands coming to wrap around them his thumb brushing across the lace as he places a soft kiss on the skin.
"You're killing me, baby."
Phuwin's hand comes to grip at his hair, "I love it when you're desperate."
"You have no fucking idea."
He leans in, kissing higher and higher. His tounge teasingly flicking against the bare skin.
"Pond — please."
"Please what baby?"
"Eat me."
Pond pushes him gently, sitting him on the couch and then his hands come up to his thighs — Folding them to keep him open.
Phuwin is already glistening from the lube he used to open himself up with in the shower earlier.
He opens his mouth and drags his tounge around the pink wrinkled rim, slow like he's savouring the taste — sweet and familiar.
Phuwin's hips buck into the motion.
His hands push Phuwin's thighs up higher and then — he devours.
Licking and sucking like it's worship.
His tounge pushed past the tight ring — testing and teasing, watching how Phuwin shakes at the intrusion.
"Already so soft for me, so open."
Pond flattened his tounge, a slow swirl and then his tounge was back inside. He repeated the motion alternating between teasing him open with his mouth and dipping, sucking him gently as Phuwin moans.
"Fuck — deeper, please–"
Pond buried his face between his cheeks and his tounge pressed in with more pressure fucking Phuwin open with delibarate strokes. His tounge slowly licking against his prostate.
Each movement had Phuwin fucking himself against his mouth.
"That's it, ride my face baby," Pond groans.
Phuwin let's out a choked moan, "I—fuck"
Pond pressed deeper, "Doing so fucking good for me, so fucking perfect — gonna make you cum from just my tounge."
One of his hands come down, his thumb pressing in along with his tounge. The added pressure causing Phuwin to jerk harder into the movement.
It was wet, sloppy and ravenous.
Phuwin's legs shook violently and his eyes rolled back, "Baby, I can't — I'm gonna–"
Pond didn't stop, kept licking and sucking until Phuwin shattered above him. His whole body tensed and he came — untouched, pupils blown and mouth open in a scream.
Pond kept going, licking him through his orgasm until he couldn't keep his legs up anymore, trembling like a taut wire.
When he finally pulled away, his own pupils were blown and his chin was dripping. He kissed the inside of Phuwins thigh one more time — slow and reverant.
"You always taste as good as you look," he whispers.
"Fuck, you're insane," Phuwin gasped.
"And I'm not done," he says voice dark and amused.
Pond doesn't even wait for Phuwin to catch his breath.
The moment his legs stop trembling he flips him onto the couch, placing a kiss on the dip of his spine.
"On your knees."
Phuwin obeyed instantly, folding himself over with trembling arms.
The pink lace hugging his thigh like sin incarnate and the rest of him flushed, his skin glistening under the dim lights. His back is arched, ass high up and chest lowered exactly how Pond likes.
Pond knelt behind him, groaning like the image of Phuwin barred like this for him physically hurt.
"Fuck, you're so pretty—way too pretty for a guy like me," he says gripping Phuwin's slim waist with both hands.
And then, he bottomed out — making Phuwin feel the stretch inch by inch before pulling out and slamming back in — hard.
Phuwin sobbed out a scream, his knuckles whitening from how hard he's gripping the edge of the couch.
There was no teasing, just raw and unadulterated need.
Pond pulled him back into every thrust, the grip on his waist bruising and the rhythm of their bodies colliding wet and loud.
Phuwin choked on a moan, "Pond, baby, fuck—"
"Feel that baby, hear how wet you get for me?" Pond growls.
Every thrust is hard enough to make the couch shift beneath their weight and the sound of skin against skin echoes in the room. Pond spreads his hands wider, his thumbs digging into the dimples of Phuwin's back where his back and hip meet.
"You wore this, begged me to fuck you."
Phuwin's moans are loud and wanton, "Yes— fuck , I wanted this so bad."
"Wanted me to use you."
Pond reached forward, wrapping a hand around his throat and gently tugged him upwards, causing Phuwin to arch further. His other hand never stopped pushing him back into his thrusts, forcing Phuwin to take him in deeper.
"Such a good boy, taking me in so well."
Phuwin trembled, his cock hung heavy and flushed between his thighs — untouched and spilling onto the couch.
He was close but Pond wasn't finished.
He felt Pond pull out, rough and sudden making him gasp at the loss.
Then he was flipped again, one motion, landed on his back as Pond leaned over him grabbing his thigh — the one with the garter and lifted it onto his shoulder.
Then he slid back in, no warning.
Deeper than before and Phuwin screamed.
Pond rutted inside him, jaw clenched, teeth bared and sweat dripping. He kept Phuwin's thigh braced on his shoulder – the lace of the garter digging into his skin as he clutched onto it like a handle.
His other hand went between Phuwin's thighs, spreading him wider.His fingers digging into the skin of his inner thigh.
"You were fucking made for me —for my cock," He growls, "Look at how open your are for me, begging to fuck you harder."
Phuwin's eyes are glassy as he nods his head,
"More—"
Pond pounded harder into him , each thrust unrelenting.
The angle brutal as every thrust struck deep with the kind of precision that had Phuwin seeing galaxies behind his eyes.
His leg shook where it was hung over Pond's shoulder, the garter stretching from the friction.
Pond didn't care if it snapped, he'd buy a thousand more but fuck — it looked divine on him. The single strip of lacy pink against the flushed and trembling skin.
Pond leaned down, folding him tighter as their chests touched.
"Wanna cum again baby?"
"Please— yes , want to."
"Then beg."
Phuwin sobbed, shaking under him, "I'll do anything baby, just please—"
Pond kissed him hard, swallowing his pleas — all teeth and tounge, wet as saliva dripped as he thrusted deeper.
Phuwin screamed, his orgasm tears out of him as he comes untouched again. It's hot, messy all over their stomachs and chests.
His body clenched so hard that Pond followed coming with a raw groan — spilling deep inside him and fucking the orgasm into him with desperate thrusts.
Phuwin was boneless — dripping with both his and Pond's release.
The garter still sits on his thigh, soaked.
Pond still couldn't breathe.
He'd made Phuwin come twice — watched as he screamed and shook but it wasn't enough. His own orgasm was still raw, still throbbing in his spine but he wasn't done.
Not even close.
Phuwin was still wet and twitching — most of all, still full of Pond.
The thought of it made Pond burn as he groaned while placing a kiss on Phuwin's neck. He didn't speak — couldn't speak.
Only one word rang through his mind, "More."
Phuwin let out a dazed laugh, "You're insane."
Pond pulled out slowly, eyes wide as he watched his cum spill out onto the couch. Hot and glossy against Phuwin's thighs.
Something inside Pond snapped.
He grabbed Phuwin, yanking him onto his body as he made his way somewhere.
"Where—"
"Mirror, want to see you."
Phuwin let out a noise that sounded like a sigh and moan mixed into one. He couldn't argue, not when Pond shook against him, especially not when he was already hard and pulsing again.
Pond dropped onto the chair, placing Phuwin on his lap — facing the mirror.
Phuwin whimpered when his eyes landed on their reflection.
On his ruined thighs, cum still leaking out of him. His body flushed, eyes half-lidded and glassy and Pond — God, he looked ruined.
His lips were swollen, pupils blown wide and his chest heaved like he couldn't believe the sight on his lap.
"Ride me," Pond whispers as his voice breaks , "Please baby, I need to be — I can't not be inside you."
"You're really that desperate for me?"
Phuwin responded in English, causing Pond's cock to twitch beneath him.
His hand comes to his hip, the grip hard.
"Say that again."
"Want to watch me ride you while your cum drips out of me," he purrs out, "Watch me bounce on your cock like your good little slut?"
Pond's fingers dig into his hip, lifting him up and lining himself up with Phuwin again.
Phuwin always knew him speaking English was always the perfect way to rile him up.
"Don't say shit like that if you don't want me to lose my mind."
Phuwin's gaze meets his in the mirrow as he grins , "Then lose it."
He sinks down, causing them both to groan.
Pond's head dropped back, hands gripping Phuwin's hips tighter rolling his hips once — slow and deep, lifting his head up as they both watched the motion in the mirror.
"See that," Phuwin says in English, bringing his hand to his stomach, "That's how deep you are inside me."
Pond let's out a choked noise as he forces Phuwin down hard.
"Bounce."
"Say please baby."
"Phuwin, fuck — please, I'll die if you don't."
Phuwin does.
Slow and cruel, let's Pond feel every grind and squeeze. The garter on his thigh moving with each motion and Pond follows it with his eyes.
"Now who's shaking," Phuwin murmurs, throwing his head back as he braces himself on Pond's thighs.
"Fuck, you're gonna kill me."
Phuwin leans, back to Pond's chest and this gives Pond the perfect view of every inch of his cock disappearing into Phuwin's body—again and again.
"Look how desperate you are."
"I know— I've never, fuck — you're so perfect," Pond rasps.
"Want to make me come again?"
Pond violently nods, hands gripping tight as he matches Phuwin's every bounce with a thrust.
"I need it, need to feel you clench around me—"
Phuwin turned his head, "Tell me you love me."
"Fuck baby, I love you so much, so fucking much I don't know what to do."
"Let me cum on your cock," Phuwin whispers, "And keep it inside me after."
Pond lost control.
He thrust up hard, deep — jaggered with how desperate he was. The chair rocked under them with Phuwin's body slamming down , thighs quaking. They both watched — eyes locked on the mirror, flushed and broken.
Then Phuwin came, his third of the night.
Ethereal.
That's how Pond can describe the sight.
His cocked jerked , untouched as his whole body pulsed — screaming Pond's name, "Pond—"
Pond slammed up three more times before he spilled inside again.
Phuwin went boneless on his lap.
They were covered in sweat, cum and obsession.
And one delicate pink lacy garter — ruined.
Phuwin dropped his head back into Pond's shoulder.
"...I knew you'd love the skirt and garter."
Pond laughed, hoarse and wrecked.
"You're never wearing pants again."