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1 It’s satin /// Luke&Khaotung
Tick. Tick. Tick. Thwang! “Shit.” Khaotung sighed. The alarm clock barely read 4am and he couldn’t sleep. At first it was Earth’s snoring that woke him up but it soon became apparent he wasn’t going to fall asleep again, especially with that quiet yet still very noticeable sound from downstairs. At first it was the little tick tick, as if someone was tapping their finger onto something hard right beside his ear, but then he heard something hard hit the ground, and a cursing in English, and he knew. Luke was throwing darts, and missed the target with one. Khaotung slipped out of the bed as gently as he could, briefly glancing towards Earth and Mix who were hugging so tightly they turned into one indistinguishable pile or arms and legs, before tiptoeing down the stairs and into the yellow play room.
Luke nearly jumped out of his skin when Khaotung tripped over the tiny stool, causing a sound. “Oy, hey, you alright?” Luke quickly dropped the darts on the table and quickly helped Khaotung back on his feet. “What are you doing here?” He asked, clearly confused that someone else besides him was awake at this hour. Khaotung yawned. “I can’t fall asleep. I got trouble sleeping in a strange environment the first night. Besides my whole room is just snuggling; P’Earth and P’Mix got each other and P’Gun has that stinky blankie. He took the bolster too.” Khaotung said as he sat down onto the beanbag and hugged one of Snack Jack pillows. “Hang on; why are you up?” He tilted his head. Luke shrugged. “Before coming here I took one hell of a nap during the day, so I won’t be able to fall asleep anyway until tomorrow night. Well, actually today I mean.”
“Oh. Makes sense.” Khaotung nodded, watching Luke as he threw few more darts before settling on the sofa himself, stretching his legs and leaning back against the wall. “You know your pyjamas are…” “It’s satin.” “I was gonna say really weird. That does not look super comfortable.” Khaotung laughed quietly while Luke touched his shirt. “It’s alright, the fabric feels nice, you can touch it if you want?” “Ha?” Luke gestured towards the hem of his top, shrugging. Khaotung didn’t hesitate before crawling over to the sofa and burying his entire face into Luke’s shirt. “Oh, hey, what…?” “You’re right, it does feel nice.” Khaotung muttered, nuzzling Luke’s chest. Even over the layer of fabric he could feel the clear and defined musculature of Luke’s chest and abdomen.
Luke’s muscles instinctively flexed upon the touch, but quickly relaxed as the younger man moved his hands to the side and let his head drop onto Luke’s chest again, yawning. “Mmm, so sleepy…” “Then go to bed?” Luke chuckled, awkwardly repositioning his legs so Khaotung could lay between them. Surprised the both of them could fit comfortably on the sofa, Luke slowly placed his hands onto Khaotung’s back before hugging him a little tighter. Khaotung let out a happy hum when a strong hand moved into his hair and scratched his scalp, causing him to fall asleep in the muscular man’s arms. As he finally awoke from his short sleep, he was in the bed beside Gun. He couldn’t even remember if Luke struggled carrying him upstairs, but those strong arms held him like nothing. As he joined others for breakfast, he gave Luke a wink.
2 Like the others /// Pond&Phuwin
“You know it’s okay to just do some skinship, right? No need to overdo it; it’s noticeable.” Pond said quietly. His mic pack laid by the feet of their bed and he absentmindedly plaid on his phone when Phuwin came back from the main bedroom and gave him overly tight hug. Phuwin awkwardly chuckled as he pulled away and took his mic off too. “What…?” Pond shrugged. “They’re our seniors, our friends. It’s okay to cuddle your friends, and it’s okay to not do so. But what you’re doing is just…weird. Even with me. It’s making me uncomfortable.” Pond said as he switched off his phone and walked off onto the roof for some fresh air. It didn’t take long for Phuwin to follow and hesitantly sit by Pond’s side.
“Can you explain what you meant?” Phuwin asked quietly. “Do you not like my hugs or something? I mean we kissed on screen and-“ “That’s it. On screen.” Pond nodded. He saw how lost Phuwin’s eyes were, and he felt pity for the youngest one. “We’re an onscreen ship, at least our characters are. Sure, here we’re under cameras again, but as us, as friends. We don’t have to pretend for some fan service, and we’re not like P’Mix and P’Earth. It’s like you’re forcing yourself to like boys, which I can tell, you do not actually like. And that’s fine, truly. Just…don’t force yourself to be some sort of character. Just be ourself. Be Phuwin. Everyone here likes Phuwin.” Pond finally smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair.
3 Next best thing///Earth&Khaotung
Earth watched as his boyfriend gobbled up another plate of food, his chubby cheeks adorable as always. He almost leaned closer and asked for a bite, if Luke didn’t do it first. Mix gladly offered a big spoonful, feeding the muscular man and nodding in agreement with him; the food was delicious to say the least. Earth faked a yawn, giving his boyfriend’s back one last bitter look before turning to his left and hugging Khaotung who was dozing off beside him. The boy smiled when a big hand stroked his cheek and Earth hugged him, briefly registering a faint scent of vanilla coming from Khaotung’s hair. The boy felt so familiar, his body soft, his skin had almost the same feel as Mix. Even their hairstyle and face shape was similar…
Mix cleared his throat, causing Earth to quickly separate from the next best thing to his boyfriend and finally pay attention to Mix who continued to devour his meal like nothing happened. It was when he finished and finally tapped Earth on the thigh to stand up that Earth noticed the tiny devilish smirk playing on his boyfriend’s lips as they left the living room. Khaotung and Luke exchanged a knowing look and a grin; jealousy was in the air and it was quite cute. They didn’t see how Mix dragged Earth out of camera’s sight and hissed into his hear “That’s gonna cost you later.”
4 Bathroom tiles /// Luke&Gun
Gun was utterly fucked. At least he thought so right on the first day as they walked into the house and Luke put his arm around Gun’s shoulders. He wasn’t as tall as Pond but with his wide frame and stocky build Gun felt incredibly tiny by his side. He’s noticed all the little looks Luke gave him, the way he eyed him up and down whenever Gun had some tiny shorts on like he wanted to devour him whole. It was no surprise when the two started secretly bonding as the only ones not acting in any series with the others and not properly ‘fitting in’ as Luke called it. Luke wasn’t the only one sneaking a peek on the other, so did Gun. He admired the younger man’s build, his big hands and strong arms, his sharp facial features, his deep voice…For Gun, Luke was a forbidden wet dream and he was praying not to see him shirtless. However his downfall came at the pool when Luke tossed away his shirt, causing a quiet thirsty gasp from Gun who blushed profusely as they made eye contact.
Even with his security blankie Gun has woken up multiple times at night, usually falling asleep again within minutes, but not this time. His mouth felt dry and his head hurt, so he slipped out of the bedroom and quietly walked down the stairs into the now empty kitchen. At least he thought to find it empty if it wasn’t for the shirtless man hunched over the kitchen counter snacking on some apple slices Phuwin cut up earlier. As silently as he could, Gun creeped up behind Luke and poked his sides with no reaction from the man. “I’m not ticklish.” Luke chuckled while Gun pouted. As he opened the fridge and drank a good half of an icy water bottle, Luke finally turned around and grinned. He was sure Gun would be cute with his messy hair and oversized shirt as pyjamas, but he didn’t expect him to look this sexy. Luke noticed those sleeping shorts were shorter than anything Gun wore around the house, and the oversized shirt exposed an entire shoulder just waiting to be pulled up.
Luke eyed him up and down as Gun put down the bottle and finally looked at Luke’s torso. He gulped, thirsty, but not for more water. For Luke. Those wide shoulders, those firm pecs and prominent abs, and those thick biceps and veiny forearms, not to mention the big hands. Gun couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel on his skin, gripping his hips, pulling on his hair, stroking his cock… He stared so hungrily he didn’t even realise he dribbled a little until Luke stepped closer and wiped the water off of Gun’s chin, his thumb slowly stroking his bottom lip. Unconsciously Gun’s lips parted more and he sucked on Luke’s thumb, his tongue swirling around it before he let it go with a wet ‘pop’. Luke swallowed audibly; was this an invitation for something more, or just a harmless teasing? The silly gesture made an effect on him more than it should, and Gun noticed pretty quickly as he let his eyes travel down Luke’s body till they settled on his bulge. Gun didn’t need to think twice. He grabbed Luke’s wrist and dragged him upstairs to the bathroom, carelessly slamming the door behind them. Luke nearly stumbled over the threshold as he eagerly followed, his hands quickly reaching for the short figure infront of him.
Gun’s waist was so slim and his little butt fit into Luke’s hands a little too perfectly as the younger man hoisted him up onto the marble counter, wedging himself between his legs. Gun’s pulse quickened as he was being manhandled by Luke and his shirt got yanked off and ended up somewhere on the floor when Luke mercilessly attacked his neck and collarbone. He could feel the man’s heat, smell his arousal, hear his heavy breathing, and in sudden act of confidence Gun grabbed Luke’s hand and pushed it between his legs needily. Hand that was more than skilful with tugging his shorts off and stroking him earnestly while his mouth focused on the chest, roaming over his skin and leaving pink marks Gun hoped would disappear by the morning. Words were not needed to what happened next, as Luke’s action of dropping to his knees and pushing Gun’s legs up was self explanatory. Gun could almost feel his eyes rolling back when Luke’s hot mouth worked him open, wishing it would suffice, but by the look of the size of Luke’s bulge, Gun knew he’d have to put in some work too.
Luke felt his heart race and his mouth suddenly got dry when Gun slipped off the counter and crouched infront of him, his hands tugging Luke’s shorts down. He didn’t bother taking them down all the way, just past the knees was enough for the older man to use his hands to stroke his arousal. Gun’s face was flushed with desire and he licked his lips, hoping he’d be able to take Luke at least half way in the mouth. Luke watched as those plump lips parted and Gun introduced his talented tongue to play, causing Luke’s jaw drop. Gun had some serious skills when it came to felatio, and the obscene wet sounds his mouth was making only riled up Luke more. When Luke finally pushed Gun’s head away, a long thick string of drool and precome run from those plump lips to his cock, finally breaking apart as Gun stood up and turned around, his hands rested on the marble counter as he bent over and glanced over his shoulder to Luke.
“Nah…” Luke shook his head before grabbing Gun’s slim hips and turning him around. “I think I like you right here.” He said as he hoisted the man up and slammed him a little too harshly against the cold bathroom wall. A thump was heard from above as Gun’s head clanked against the tiles, but Gun didn’t seem to mind as his hands wrapped around Luke’s neck. He could feel Luke’s cock nudging at his entrance, ready to be taken in. His breath came out in a shaky groan as he felt it penetrate him, and there was no warning before he felt himself sliding down, feeling like he was being split in two by Luke’s big cock. “Fuck…” Luke hissed as the tight heat enveloped him and his grip on Gun’s thighs got stronger. Gun ran his hand up into Luke’s hair to lower his head, forcing the man’s mouth to clash with his in a desperate attempt to release some of that pain that made him want to scream.
Neatly filed nails dug into Luke’s shoulder as he finally moved his hips and Gun slid on his cock all the way down, his body trembling as he didn’t know how long he could endure the pain without crying. Luke sensed it, he knew there was something not quite right when Gun got quiet, but his hands comfortingly stroked the smaller man’s body without any other movement until Gun’s knees nudged Luke’s sides. “Move.” Gun said with a strain to his voice. He could still feel the underlying hum of pleasure beneath the painful sensation that lessened with each shallow thrust Luke delivered to make him used to his girth and shape. “Fuck, you feel so good…” Luke breathed hotly on Gun’s neck, his forehead touching the cold tile. “I want to be inside of you forever, Gun…” Luke said, dropping the polite prefix. As his lips traced the delicate slope of Gun’s neck, he noticed the man’s grip on his cock loosened as if a response to his voice and kisses, and he experimentally gyrated his hips.
Gun gasped when he slid a little lower and Luke finally hit the spot that sent waves of pleasure through his body whenever the man rubbed against it. “Harder…Luke…” Gun panted demandingly, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Luke’s hair, not that the man needed any encouragement to do so. A shiver run down his spine when Luke pulled away just far enough to look him in the face, those hungry eyes were telling him he was about to be devoured whole. Gun pulled Luke down for another hungry kiss that had them both panting until Luke pulled back with his teeth tugging on Gun’s lower lip, causing Gun to hiss at the mixture of pain and pleasure. He didn’t have any resistance in him as Luke pounded into his body hard, slamming his back against the tiles over and over with pleasure escalating higher, until the whispers of his name brought some of the reality back and he opened his eyes, mad that Luke’s words postponed his orgasm.
“Wha…what did you say?” Gun gasped, his hard cock rubbing against Luke’s stomach was leaking precome and he was ready to blow. Luke tried his best to form a coherent thought, but holding back his own release caused his own intelligence to postpone and all he could mutter was one word at a time. “Can…I cum…inside…” “M-me first…” Gun moaned as his hand moved rapidly in his lap. He couldn’t stop the very loud moan from breaking free and echoing through the bathroom as he came hard onto Luke’s stomach. Luke quickly placed his whole hand over Gun’s mouth to prevent any more sounds coming out, nearly dropping Gun as his own orgasm caused his knees to shake, and holding the shorter man one handed wasn’t as easy as it seemed to be. He managed to set Gun down onto the marble counter before washing the cum off in the sink and drying himself what looked like Neo’s lost t-shirt.
5 Pretty boys /// Mix&Khaotung
‘Holy crap he’s pretty.’ When Mix and Khaotung made an eye contact through a mirror, they shared the same thought. Standing side by side they both finished brushing teeth, ready to do Rock Paper Scissors for who will get to use the bathroom first, not knowing they shared the same thought. Khaotung broke the silence first as he took his shirt off and turned to Mix to face him directly. “Wanna take a bath with me?” He asked unabashedly before turning the taps to fill the tub. Mix stared at his lean back and instinctively touched his stomach; he had no abs like Earth or Luke, his stomach was almost starting to feel squishy, but was insecurity about his own body going to stop him from taking this opportunity? Hell no. “Sure.” He responded, removing his own shirt and shorts. He waited until he junior settled in the tub before taking off his boxers and joining him, causing the water to rise. “Shy?” Khaotung chuckled when Mix covered his chest with bubbles.
“A little. I’m not used to getting naked infront of others.” Mix shrugged, his cheeks flushed pink. “Not even P’Earth?” Khaotung teased, earning himself a little kick. “He’s an exception. Besides, he doesn’t always gets to see it if I’m behind him.” Mix smirked. He watched as the gears in Khaotung’s mind turned until they clicked and he gasped. “You mean he’s the one who gets…” He made an obscene gesture with his fingers. Mix nodded. “Damn, no way! He lets you?” “Lets me?” Mix scoffed. “He loves it. Sometimes we switch, but it’s not that often. What about you?” He tilted his questioningly. Khaotung shook his head. “Nah, I’m a virgin. I’ve only ever kissed people. I’m not in a rush, you know? I’m just enjoying myself right now. This is good.” He said as he stroked Mix’s calf under water, stretching out his own legs too as the bathtub was big enough for them both to sit comfortably.
“Although…” Khaotung made a brief glance towards the door. “I wouldn’t mind getting dicked by P’Luke. Pity he’s only got eyes for P’Gun now.” He huffed, splashing the water around. “But P’Gun is going home tonight. I’m pretty sure P’Luke won’t look at P’…whoever comes tomorrow.” Mix said as he winked before grabbing his wash towel and scrubbing his arms and chest. “Wait, you know who’s coming tomorrow? No one here knows!” “No one but me and Earth.” Mix grinned. Just one deep kiss with Earth infront of P’Godji got her to spill the secret and tell them. “Come on, tell me, who is it?” Khaotung pleaded, but Mix just shook his head. The show will have to be renamed to ‘Save this house’ once Tay arrives, that’s for sure.
“Just wait and see. He’s fun, I promise. Ow.” Mix winced when a rogue bubble got in his eye and he began rubbing it away, the soap stinging. “Let me help.” Khaotung moved, kneeling between Mix’s legs as he leaned forward and wiped away the soap with his thumb. His hand stroked Mix’s cheek and he bit his lip. Mix chuckled. “Ooo, you wanna kiss me so baaad. What are you waiting for?” He teased playfully, letting his arms bring Khaotung even closer until their noses touched and the younger boy exhaled sharply. “Can I?” He whispered, lips barely brushing against Mix’s, but Mix acted first. Water around them splashed and churned as Mix swapped their positions and deeply kissed Khaotung, passionately and very eagerly at first, before slowing down to a just a gentle kiss.
“Whoa…what…” Khaotung chuckled when Mix pulled away with a wet smack, biting his lower lip one last time. “Good?” Mix smiled. His hands cupped Khaotung’s cheeks again and Khaotung happily nodded. “Yeah…more?” “I think that’s enough.” Mix nearly jumped out of his skin when a big hand was placed on his mouth and pulled him backwards to separate him and Khaotung. Khaotung gasped, eyes locked with Earth who had a slightly disapproving yet still amused look on his face. “Seem’s like you’re having too much fun when I’m not looking.” “You’re not angry?” Khaotung asked awkwardly. “Nah.” Earth smiled, pulling Mix out of the bathtub. “It’s actually kinda hot, seeing two pretty boys together, but I’d rather be included.”