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The concert ended in a storm of screams and cheers from the crowd. Every cheer carried an emotion—love, excitement, gratitude and they could feel it all washing over them like waves. Performing at the same venue for three days in a row had been exhausting, for sure. Their bodies ached, their voices strained and their muscles begged for rest. But at the end, when they looked at the crowd, at the sight of the fan’s brightest faces shining up at them, every bit of that exhaustion felt worth it.
Even now, the adrenaline still buzzed in their veins.
Pond and Phuwin were finally on their way back to their apartment—tired, exhilarated, and quite not ready for the night to end. Pond was still rambling excitedly about the concert, words spilling out of his mouth as if he couldn’t hold them.
“Did you hear their screams when we made eye contact for just two seconds?” he laughed. “And Joong teasing us in backstage—”
However, Phuwin barely heard him. He was far away from being calm.
His mind was stuck somewhere else entirely.
More specifically, it was stuck on Pond's performance—and on all the countless fancams that had been flooding on his timeline for the past few hours. Every clip showing the same thing, that teasing look in the Pond’s eye while his tongue briefly brushing against his lips making the crowd lose their minds.
One thing was certain.
He needed to teach Pond to keep his tongue in the right place, right where it belonged.
Inside the elevator, Phuwin stood quietly beside him, arms crossed, trying his best to look calm. In reality, all he wanted was to jump in Pond’s arms, grab him by the collar, push him against the wall, and kiss him until they both gasped for air.
By the time they reached their condo door, his patience had completely snapped.
Pond was still fumbling with the keys, half-distracted by his own story.
“And then Nanon said—”
Phuwin reached for the keys himself and unlocked the door in one smooth motion.
The moment it shut behind them, Pond barely had time to blink.
Pond doesn’t remember how or when but he was pushed up against the wall with Phuwin crashing into him, desperately gripping his shirt, like his life depended on him.
He didn’t even give him a chance to speak and connected their lips.
Hard and desperate.
Pond let out a muffled and surprised sound that quickly melted into a breathless moan as Phuwin kissed him like he had been holding it back all night. His fingers tangled in Pond’s hair pulling him closer as their lips moved hungrily together. Phuwin dragged his teeth lightly over Pond’s lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. Then he nudged Pond’s mouth open and kissed him deeper, desperately sucking his lower lip into his mouth, claiming and imprinting those luscious plump lips with all the love and attention he had to offer. The kiss deepened instantly, with all tongue and teeth. It became more messy, breathless, full of soft sounds and stolen breaths.
Pond let out a shuddering sigh. Then he kissed him back fiercely, with the same hunger and urgency. His hands slid to the back of Phuwin’s neck, gripping firmly as he pulled him into a kiss once and for all, begging for more. He pulled Phuwin closer until there was any space left between them. He digs his fingers into Phuwin’s waist possessively, leaving a mark of his hunger. Pond let out a deep groan as Phuwin bites his lower lips again.
He pulled back briefly, burying his face into the crook of Phuwin’s neck, peppering it with kisses, sucking and nipping over his skin. Fuck, he loved the way Phuwin always melted in his hands.
However, Phuwin wasn’t done.
Without a word, he grabbed the hem of Pond’s shirt, yanking it off and tossing it somewhere across the room before pulling his own off just as quickly. His arms found Pond’s shoulder again, dragging him in again for another wet, full and messy kiss, their tongues colliding and exploring, both of them devouring their mingled breath and groans like they were claiming each other.
Somehow, neither of them knew how they ended up on the couch with Phuwin straddling on his lap, gripping his shoulders, lips roaming hungrily over his body. Phuwin kisses his collarbones and shoulders, licking and leaving deep purple bruises.
Pond latched his lips onto Phuwin’s nipples, sucking and biting desperately, his hands tracing over every inch of skin he can touch and feel. “Fuck, Pond…” Phuwin mutters breathlessly, his voice rough and uneven as Pond teases with his tongue, flicking it around his nipple. He then intertwines his fingers in Pond’s hair and pulls his head closer, wanting him to continue. He gyrated his hips on Pond’s crotch, feeling his cock harden up more and more.
“Finally… oh..God...fuck... got that filthy tongue of yours exactly where it belongs,” he moaned, his voice dripping with possession and heat.
Pond let out a shuddering whimper, encouraged by Phuwin’s words as his hand slid over Phuwin’s back, warm and firm, tracing every inch of skin he could reach.
His eyes darkened.
“All mine,” Pond whispered, voice thick with lust, as he carried Phuwin towards their bedroom, never breaking the kiss. The second they hit the bed’s mattress, Phuwin wrapped his legs around Pond’s waist, tugging him closer, wanting him all the way in. Pond smirked darkly, settling between Phuwin’s legs. His hands moved freely over Phuwin’s body, gripping, pulling and claiming. Their lips met again, for another kiss; this one slower, deeper, their lips moving together like they had all the time in the world.
“Nara…fuck… I need you now,” Phuwin moaned, digging his nails into Pond’s back.
“All yours,” Pond whispered, sliding his hand lower, brushing over Phuwin’s growing hardness. He moved with precision, his lips ghosting down Phuwin’s chest, biting and sucking, leaving red marks. He licked, teased, flicked his tongue over every sensitive spot. Phuwin’s moans grew loud and raw, echoing throughout the room, each fueling Pond’s hunger.
"God ... .your tongue..finally in the right place…ahhhh” Phuwin gasped, eyes half-lidded and drowsy, watching Pond with the softest yet tired gaze.
Pond’s finger traced along his hips, teasing, before tugging off his boxers with deliberate care.
“How do you want me, Phu?” Pond murmured, looking up.. only to find his baby completely asleep, melted into the pillows, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.
He let out a soft laugh before brushing a strand of hair from his face and pressing a gentle kiss on Phuwin’s temple. He moved quietly into the bathroom to clean himself before slipping under the covers to hold his baby close in his arms.