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It was midnight. Rehearsal for tomorrow’s show had finally wrapped, and the air was thick with a mix of exhaustion and high-octane excitement. Everyone was buzzing, thrilled for the big day ahead.
Everyone, that is, except Pond.
Pond had spent the entire night watching Phuwin from the shadows of his own mind. He watched as Phuwin lounged playfully on Perth’s lap, acting like a carefree kitten. Every time he saw Phuwin looking so comfortable—so at home—with other men, the blood in Pond’s veins began to boil. His jaw was a hard line of tension, his teeth grinding together until his head ached.
The last of his patience snapped when he saw Perth’s hand rest, almost as if out of habit, right over Phuwin’s chest. And Phuwin? He didn't even flinch. It seemed he had forgotten exactly what happened when he stoked the fires of Pond’s jealousy.
So, Pond waited. He stood in the changing room, a silent predator, watching as the others trickled out. He watched Phuwin charm the room, playing the social butterfly while completely freezing Pond out.
As the room finally emptied, and Phuwin turned to leave with Perth and Fourth, Pond moved. With a few long, predatory strides, he reached out and clamped his hand around Phuwin’s wrist, jerking him back with a force that brooked no argument.
"We’ll be out in a bit" Pond said, flashing the others a sharp, manufactured smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Fourth and Perth nodded, unsuspecting, and stepped out. The moment the room was empty, Pond slammed the door shut and the lock clicked into place with a heavy, final sound.
Phuwin looked down at his wrist, encircled by Naravit’s iron grip, before meeting Pond’s gaze. He saw it then—something burning behind those dark irises that made his own heart skip a beat.
Jealousy. Pure and unadulterated.
Phuwin adopted an expression of wide-eyed innocence, as if he were completely oblivious to the storm brewing in front of him. "What is it, Pond? Do you need something?" he asked, feebly trying to tug his hand away.
Pond let out a dark smirk, but his eyes remained cold. He didn't let go; instead, with one swift, violent motion, he shoved Phuwin back against the long vanity table. He pinned him there, right in front of the massive mirror, staring at Phuwin’s reflection with predatory intent.
Pond braced his hands on either side of Phuwin’s body, crowding into his space until Phuwin could feel the frantic, ragged heat of Pond’s breath against the back of his neck. Phuwin’s shoulders instinctively hunched.
"You think I didn't see?" Pond growled, his voice a low-slung, gravelly rasp vibrating with suppressed rage. "You think I didn't notice?"
Phuwin stared at Pond through the mirror, trying—and failing—to hide the slight tremor in his voice. He clung to his innocent facade. "I was just resting, Pond. We were all exhausted. Perth was just... just being kind."
"Kind?" Pond spat the word back with pure mockery. He leaned in even closer, the tip of his nose brushing the sensitive skin of Phuwin’s nape, sending a violent shiver down Phuwin's spine. "His hand was on your chest, Phuwin! And you didn't even blink. It seems you’ve forgotten who is actually allowed to touch you."
Seeing the flames of Pond’s jealousy up close, Phuwin’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He loved this—this possessive, territorial version of Pond. His innocent tone shifted, darkening with a hint of deliberate mischief. "Well... maybe it's because you were just watching from a distance all night. Maybe I wanted someone to actually get close to me."
In a flash, Pond’s large, broad hands slid up under Phuwin’s black T-shirt, landing flat against his chest. Phuwin gasped, his body jolting at the sudden contact of Pond’s ice-cold palms against his heated skin. He reflexively clawed at the edge of the table.
Pond’s fingers found Phuwin’s nipples, pinching and rolling them with a rough, demanding rhythm that made Phuwin’s breathing turn into jagged hitches.
"Was this how you wanted me close?" Pond whispered directly into his ear. "Playing with your chest? Making you tremble in my arms like this?"
Pond buried his face in the crook of Phuwin’s neck, alternating between wet licks and sharp, punishing bites. Phuwin was a mess of shivers in his grip; his neck was his greatest weakness, and Pond knew it. Phuwin’s breath grew heavy, his head falling back to rest on Pond’s shoulder as he fought to keep his moans quiet.
Pond’s movements were slow, agonizing, and relentless, leaving Phuwin with no room to breathe.
"Hey, Phuwin... look at yourself in the mirror. Don't you dare miss this view," Pond commanded, biting down hard on Phuwin’s earlobe. "I’m not letting you off easy tonight. You need to be taught how to behave, once and for all."
The rumble of Pond’s deep voice vibrated straight down Phuwin’s spine, causing a frantic throb in his pants. The sheer thrill of knowing exactly how Pond was going to claim him tonight was overwhelming.
Pond gripped Phuwin’s chin firmly, forcing his face toward the mirror. Phuwin saw himself: hair tousled, cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and desire, and his pale, sensitive neck now marked with the dark, bruised signature of Pond’s teeth. A mark of absolute ownership.
Pond didn’t stop. He remained mesmerized by Phuwin’s reflection—the way he bit his bottom lip raw to stifle the whimpers that threatened to spill out with every agonizing twist and pull of Pond’s fingers.
Pond bunched the hem of the black fabric, pulling Phuwin’s T-shirt up until the boy had no choice but to take the material between his teeth. Now, the view in the mirror was even more visceral. Phuwin’s pale, porcelain skin and lean muscles glowed under the harsh fluorescent lights of the dressing room. His nipples, once a soft pink, were now a bruised, swollen crimson from Pond’s relentless attention.
Pond squeezed them hard, his eyes locked onto Phuwin’s in the glass. Phuwin writhed, his body arching in a mix of agony and pure ecstasy, teeth sinking deeper into his shirt as he tried to look away from his own undone state.
"Look at yourself" Pond commanded, his voice like grinding stones.
"Pond... stop... the others... they’re waiting..." Phuwin gasped out, his eyes finally flickering to meet Pond’s.
But Pond was deaf to protests. The jealousy still humming in his veins demanded nothing less than total conquest. His index finger traced a slow, torturous line down from Phuwin's chest, dragging over the ridges of his stomach until it reached the waistband of his trousers. His hand closed around the metal of the belt buckle.
Phuwin placed a trembling hand over Pond’s, a weak attempt to dissuade him. He wanted this—he wanted it more than anything—but the thought of the crowd just outside the door made his heart race with genuine fear.
Ignoring him entirely, Pond flicked the buckle. The sharp, metallic clack echoed through the hollow silence of the room, louder than any heartbeat. With one fluid, dominant motion, he shoved Phuwin’s pants and underwear down to his knees, leaving him utterly exposed.
Exposed to the room. Exposed to the mirror.
"Pond, have you lost your mind? Doing this here... it’s insanity" Phuwin hissed, his breath hitching.
Pond’s hand wrapped around Phuwin’s length, which was already rock-hard and slick with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Phuwin let out a sharp, loud moan, instantly catching it between his teeth to keep the sound from traveling past the door.
Pond used his thumb to smear the moisture over the sensitive head. Phuwin wasn't small, but Pond’s hands were large enough to dwarf him, making him feel even more fragile in that iron grip.
"You say 'stop' but you're shaking like a leaf in my hands. You say 'stop' but you aren't making a single move to get away. You say 'stop' but look how hard you are for me" Pond whispered, his hand beginning a slow, rhythmic, and merciless stroke.
Phuwin’s head fell back against Pond’s shoulder, his resolve crumbling. Seeing his own heaving chest and ruined expression in the mirror was pushing him over the edge of a cliff.
Pond shifted his grip, his hand circling Phuwin’s throat—not enough to choke him, but enough to remind him exactly who owned his breath. He forced Phuwin to bend forward over the cold surface of the vanity. The pressure of Pond's fingers against the soft skin of his neck muffled Phuwin's cries, forcing him to stare at his own reflection with glazed, pleasure-blown eyes.
Pond leaned down, his lips brushing Phuwin’s ear while his other hand continued that cruel, steady friction. "Should I unlock the door? Should I let them all come in and see you like this? I wonder if they’d like to see how you tremble under my touch... how your body reacts to every single thing I do to you. Maybe then you’d finally stop playing these games, Phuwin."
Phuwin pressed his palms flat against the cold table, struggling to maintain his balance as his knees went weak. The sight of himself—bent over, Pond’s hand around his throat, on the verge of a shattering climax—filled him with a cocktail of shame and pure, unadulterated heat.
Pond leaned in, his voice a lethal mix of distain and dark affection. "You’re such a little slut, Phuwin. Look at how much more you're shaking just because I threatened to let them see you. Do you really want them to see? Do you want everyone to know what a mess you are for me?"
"Nghhh Pond... it’s not like that..." Phuwin whimpered, but the protest was hollow.
He secretly lived for this—the way Pond spoke to him as if he were a prized possession, something to be used, marked, and utterly ruined. He loved the weight of Pond’s ownership.
Pond’s hand didn't slacken; if anything, the rhythm became a ruthless, systematic blur. He could feel the violent tremors racking Phuwin’s frame, the boy vibrating like a tuned string between his palms.
"Pond... I'm... I'm gonna—!" Phuwin cried out, his voice breaking as he hit the peak. He spent himself violently, his release coating Pond’s hand and splattering across the cold surface of the vanity table. His body went through a series of sharp spasms in Pond's grip, his head snapping back against Pond’s broad shoulder as a loud, uninhibited moan escaped his lips.
Pond let out a dark, satisfied smirk and finally released his hold. He hiked Phuwin’s shirt up even further, casually smearing the warm, slick mess of Phuwin's own release across the boy's flat stomach.
"Look at this, Phuwin. Look at the mess you’ve made" Pond whispered mockingly. "The others have to use this table tomorrow, and here you are, coming all over it. You're so filthy."
"It's... your fault" Phuwin managed to bite back, a small pout forming on his flushed face as he glowered at Pond.
"Oh no, baby. This is entirely on you" Pond murmured. He spun Phuwin around to face him. Phuwin opened his mouth to snap back, but Pond crashed his lips down, effectively swallowing his words and his breath.
The kiss was starving—a desperate, predatory collision. Pond devoured Phuwin’s lips, his tongue invading and conquering every inch of his mouth, leaving no room for resistance. Phuwin always lost these battles; Pond’s mouth was too large, too hungry, stealing the very air from his lungs. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their kissing echoed through the empty room, making the atmosphere feel even more illicit.
Phuwin finally managed to shove at Pond’s wide shoulders, pushing him back just enough to gasp for air. "Let me... breathe, you idiot" he huffed, his eyes narrowed.
"Kneel" Pond commanded.
"Pond, stop being crazy. Let's just go home and finish this—"
With one swift, uncompromising movement, Pond forced Phuwin down to the floor at his feet. In a blur of motion, Pond shed his own clothes, his heavy, rock-hard length now inches from Phuwin's face.
"Blow me" Pond ordered. There was no hesitation in his voice—only cold, absolute authority.
Phuwin didn't argue. He knew Pond wasn't going to budge. He wrapped his fingers around the familiar weight, his eyes tracing the prominent veins he had memorized long ago. It was massive—enough to make him gag, enough to make him beg for air—but he instinctively relaxed his throat, ready to take as much as he could.
He loved the challenge. He loved the taste of him.
He swirled his tongue around the head, drawing a low, guttural groan from Pond. Pond’s fingers immediately tangled into Phuwin’s soft hair, and Phuwin knew he was about to be handled roughly. Bracing his hands on Pond’s muscular thighs, he began to slide him in. The tip hit the back of his throat, and he felt his eyes well up with hot tears.
"Move" Pond growled.
Phuwin began the rhythmic motion, his tongue dancing around the shaft as he worked. He could feel the thrumming pulse and the heat of Pond beneath his tongue. Every time Pond gripped his hair and shoved himself deeper, Phuwin’s throat reflexively tightened, making him cough, but Pond wouldn't let him retreat.
Suddenly, a sharp knock-knock shattered the heavy silence of the room. "Hey, Pond? Is Phuwin in there? The others said he was with you, but I can't find him," Gemini’s voice called out from the other side of the door.
Phuwin froze mid-stroke. His heart hammered against his ribs as if it wanted to burst out of his chest. He looked up at Pond with wide, panicked eyes, his breath hitching.
Pond merely smirked down at him, his thrusts becoming even more deliberate. "Phuwin left a bit ago," Pond called back, his voice incredibly steady, betraying none of the lust coursing through him. "Said he was starving and went to grab some dinner. You might find him at one of the restaurants nearby."
As soon as the sound of Gemini’s retreating footsteps faded, Pond’s composure snapped into raw savagery. He gripped Phuwin’s head, forcing him down so hard that Phuwin's muffled moan turned into a gagging cough. Pond’s voice was a low, gravelly rasp as he whispered, "See? I told him you went for dinner... so why are you still here, devouring me with such greed? Hmm?"
Pond’s fingers tightened, his nails grazing Phuwin’s scalp as he took total control. The sound of Phuwin’s choked whines, muffled by Pond’s length, only fueled the fire. The thrusts became faster, deeper, the head of Pond's member hitting the back of Phuwin's throat until tears finally spilled over his cheeks. Phuwin’s fingers dug into Pond’s thighs, his only anchor as he fought to breathe through his nose, utterly surrendered to the man standing over him.
Pond was at his absolute breaking point. He roughly yanked his hand from Phuwin’s hair, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Lift your shirt" he commanded, his voice vibrating with a dark edge.
Phuwin, caught in a haze of pleasure and struggling to catch his breath, blindly obeyed. He pulled the fabric up, exposing his trembling chest. Pond withdrew his length from Phuwin’s mouth and held it right before the boy's eyes. With a few frantic, powerful strokes, Pond reached his limit, releasing a thick, molten stream that coated Phuwin’s pale skin and chest.
Phuwin was a portrait of absolute ruin. His lips were swollen and bruised from the intensity of their kisses, a thin trail of saliva escaped the corner of his mouth, and his hair was a chaotic mess. Every inch of him screamed of what they had just done.
And now, he was marked by Pond’s release.
Pond hauled Phuwin up from the floor, fighting back a triumphant, predatory smirk. Phuwin glared at him, his eyes wide and burning with a mix of fury and lingering heat. "You're a crazy bastard! We almost got caught!" he hissed, his small fist thumping against Pond’s broad chest.
"Let’s clean up your little mess first, then we’re going home" Pond murmured, a cryptic, dangerous smile playing on his lips.
A few minutes later, they were in the car. Pond threw himself into the driver’s seat, but he didn't even bother to start the engine. Instead, he reached out, grabbed Phuwin’s arm, and hauled him across the center console. In one powerful motion, he settled Phuwin firmly onto his lap, facing him, their legs tangled and chests pressed tight together.
The interior of the car felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of sex and unspent tension. The steering wheel pressed hard into the small of Phuwin’s back, forcing him even closer to Pond. Pond’s large hands clamped around Phuwin’s hips, anchoring him in place.
"I can't wait until we get home" Pond growled, his voice dropped an octave, rough with raw lust.
Phuwin barely had time to process the shift before he found himself straddling Pond. Perhaps lighting the fuse of Pond’s jealousy hadn't been his brightest idea. "Pond... stop being an idiot and just drive us home. Okay, I'm sorry, let's just go."
Ignoring him completely, Pond struggled to shove Phuwin’s trousers down. He stared up at the boy, his gaze possessive and heavy. "When I’ve completely ruined you with my cock, then you can moan and tell me how sorry you are, Phuwintang" Pond whispered, pressing two fingers firmly against Phuwin’s lips.
"Suck" he commanded.
Phuwin obeyed. He always did.
He couldn't deny the thrill of it—the car was tucked into the darkest corner of the Impact Arena parking lot, abandoned at this hour, but the sheer risk of being caught made his core throb with anticipation. He opened his mouth and swallowed Pond’s fingers, his tongue swirling around them with a rhythmic, wet sound that filled the cramped space.
With his free hand, Pond half-lowered his own pants, freeing his member, which had already regained its stony hardness. In this position, their lengths rubbed against each other with every shift of their bodies, driving Phuwin into a state of frantic restlessness.
Pond pulled his wet fingers from Phuwin’s mouth and guided them downward. He circled the entrance, watching with satisfaction as Phuwin’s head snapped back, his body wound tight with longing. Without warning, Pond buried two fingers deep inside him.
Phuwin let out a loud, strangled moan at the sudden fullness, his back arching so sharply that the steering wheel bit into his skin. "Nghhh P...Pond!"
Pond’s smirk widened as he felt the violent tremors racking Phuwin’s body. That high, keening moan was like music to his ears. He began to move his fingers in a deep, erratic rhythm, stretching him open.
Shocked by the sensation and the cold pressure of the wheel against his spine, Phuwin clawed at Pond’s wide shoulders. His breath hitched into small, desperate sobs, his eyes glazed and brimming with tears. Pond leaned in, his lips brushing against Phuwin’s burning ear as he whispered in a gravelly rasp:
"You're so tight... damn it, you’re literally sucking on my fingers. Look at how you’re shaking for me, Phuwin. I can't wait to see how you fall apart when I'm inside you."
Pond added a third finger, a sudden, twisting pressure that forced another loud cry from Phuwin’s throat. Phuwin felt as if he were melting, the car turning into a furnace. Pond’s other hand gripped Phuwin’s waist like a vice, keeping him pinned as he targeted Phuwin’s most sensitive spot with ruthless precision, driving him to the brink of insanity.
"Pond... Pond... fuck, ah...!" Phuwin buried his face in Pond’s shoulder, his voice breaking. "Pond... I’m ready. Please..."
Pond increased the speed, his fingers hitting that sweet spot over and over until Phuwin was seeing stars behind his eyelids. He felt weightless, as if he were floating, the friction between their bodies setting his nerves on fire.
Finally, Pond withdrew his fingers. He gripped Phuwin’s waist, lifting him just enough to guide him over his pulsing length.
"From here on, you’re the one who has to do the work. I have more important things to attend to," Pond murmured darkly. He hiked Phuwin’s shirt up even further, his tongue dragging lazily over a swollen, sensitive nipple.
"Pond... they’re too sensitive, don’t touch—" Phuwin’s protest broke into a desperate moan.
"Shut up and take me," Pond growled against his skin, his mouth descending on Phuwin’s chest again. He swirled his tongue around the peak, alternating between wet laps and sharp, teasing nips, while his other hand ruthlessly toyed with the other side.
Pond knew exactly what he was doing—he knew this was the quickest way to shatter Phuwin’s resolve.
Phuwin’s breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. The sensation of Pond’s tongue on his chest was stealing his ability to think straight. Trembling, he reached down and gripped Pond’s heavy length, guiding the tip toward his entrance. His body was already weeping with anticipation, his heat pulsing, desperate to be filled.
Suddenly, Pond’s large hands clamped around Phuwin’s waist. Without a word of warning, he hauled Phuwin up and slammed him down. The sudden, deep intrusion felt like it was splitting Phuwin in two.
Phuwin’s head fell back onto Pond’s shoulder, his eyes rolling back as the sheer sensation of being completely filled wiped his mind blank. "Ahhhh, Ponddd... it’s too much..."
"You always take me so well. Good boy," Pond whispered after a agonizing pause, giving Phuwin just enough time to adjust to the stretch before he began to move.
Pond dictated the rhythm—slow, agonizingly deep thrusts that forced Phuwin to feel every single vein, every inch of him. All the while, he continued to ravage Phuwin’s chest, biting and licking until Phuwin was utterly undone.
The pace shifted from a torturous crawl to a savage, relentless drive. Every time Pond pulled him down, he buried himself to the hilt, knocking the breath right out of Phuwin’s lungs.
Phuwin felt his nerves catching fire. The sweltering heat of Pond’s body, the hunger of his mouth on his skin, and the overwhelming fullness in his core brought him to the edge of a total collapse. He buried his fingers in Pond’s hair, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart.
"Nghhh Pond... hm..." Phuwin could no longer form words, only broken, needy sounds.
"Look at how you're opening up for me... look at how much your body wants this," Pond rasped, his own voice thick with approaching release. He drove in one last time, pinning Phuwin there, holding himself deep. "If you ever dare to be this reckless again... if you play with my jealousy like that, I won't guarantee what happens next."
Then, he began to move with a newfound ferocity.
Pond reached forward, his hand closing around Phuwin’s wet, twitching length. The double-sided pressure was too much. Phuwin’s back arched into a perfect bow, a loud, piercing moan tearing from his throat, vibrating against the fogged-up windows of the car. Pond abandoned all restraint, his heavy, rhythmic strikes driving Phuwin closer and closer to the peak.
"Pond... Pond... nghhhh... I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
"Hmmmm... for acting... like that..."
Pond had conquered every inch of him, and the realization sent Phuwin spiraling. His body began to convulse with the first tremors of an impending climax.
"Should I let you come, Phuwin? Do you think you deserve it?" Pond asked, his grip tightening around Phuwin’s cock in a cruel tease.
"Pond... Pond... please, let me... fuck..."
"Convince me. Show me you're worth it."
Phuwin clawed at Pond’s shoulders, forcing himself to look Pond in the eye. "Don't move," he commanded, his voice a shaky whisper.
He began to move on his own, his hips undulating in a fast, desperate. "Nghhh Pond... I'm sorry I made you jealous... hmm..."
He leaned down, whispering into Pond's ear, "Thank you for punishing me... ngh... hm..."
Pond’s hand began to move in sync with Phuwin’s hips. "Come with me" he growled. With a few more brutal, shallow thrusts, Pond emptied himself deep inside Phuwin. Phuwin felt the searing heat flooding his core and accepted every drop of it.
At that exact moment, Phuwin shattered for the second time that night, his own release splattering across Pond’s stomach in a messy, white ruin.
Phuwin’s head slumped onto Pond’s shoulder, his chest heaving as he fought for air. The weight of the night’s events was finally catching up to him.
"Just take me home, Pond. I don't want to see your face ANYMORE" Phuwin grumbled, though his weak punch to Pond’s shoulder lacked any real conviction.
Pond chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to Phuwin’s sweat-dampened hair. "Unfortunately, you’re stuck looking at me for the next three days."
Pond reached into his bag and pulled something out. He lifted Phuwin slightly, and as Pond's seed began to spill from his entrance, Pond immediately slid a plug into place, sealing it all inside.
Phuwin practically shrieked, "Pond! What the hell are you doing?!"
Pond put on his most innocent, puppy-dog expression and kissed Phuwin’s pouting lips.
"Hey, hey, don't be mad. I'm doing this for you, baby. I didn't want to make any more of a mess" Pond whispered, his lips grazing Phuwin’s ear. "You have to keep me inside you until we get home. Isn't that wonderful?"
Phuwin’s cheeks burned a deep, feverish crimson as he scrambled off Pond’s lap. He practically threw himself into the passenger seat, his movements frantic and clumsy as he yanked his trousers back into place. He made a silent, stubborn vow not to spare even a single glance at that insufferable idiot until they reached the safety of their home.
"Just drive" he snapped, his voice still trembling and dangerously breathless. "The second we step through that door, I’m blocking you."
Pond just chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure satisfaction. He took his time straightening his own clothes, cleaning himself up with an agonizingly slow deliberation. Then, he leaned across the center console, invading Phuwin’s space once more. He reached for the seatbelt, his knuckles deliberately brushing against Phuwin’s stomach, and clicked it into place. Before pulling away, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Phuwin’s heated cheek.
"Block me all you want, but you’re still forced to see my face every single day, Phuwintang. Don’t you ever forget that" he murmured, a smug, possessive glint in his eyes.
Phuwin didn't dignify that with a response. He turned his head away, staring out at the dark, silent parking lot through the window, but a tiny, traitorous smile tugged at the corners of his swollen lips. Pond was a total idiot—a golden retriever with a dark, dominant streak—and Phuwin realized, with a quiet sigh, that he absolutely loved every bit of that idiocy.
He just prayed to whoever was listening that the car's soundproofing had actually held up tonight.