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Phuwin wasn't expecting this to happen. Pond — his sweet boyfriend, the one who always listened to him, he was never one to disobey. And phuwin never considered himself to be controlling either. They're both grown men, able to make their own decisions, aware of their love and commitment to each other. There was barely any place for jealousy in their relationship.
Barely.
It wasn't phuwin's fault, really. It wasn't his fault that his man was so very attractive. Wasn't his fault that everyone practically drooled over his well-maintained, built physique, a clear result of his strict diet and consistency in working out.
Quite like everyone was doing at the moment.
As Phuwin had made the mistake of scrolling through twitter, all he could see were clips and videos of Pond at the songkran event with his bandmates. Thin tank top exposing his thick biceps, water seeping through the curves of his abs outlined through the flimsy fabric.
“HE LOOKS LIKE A MEAL.”
“POND NARAVIT???”
“LOOK AT HIS ABS 🤤”
“ @phuwintang ARE YOU SEEING THIS???”
Phuwin's fingers itched to type back a reply— Yes, I'm seeing it. Now all of you should look away. He's mine.
He gritted his teeth as he came across not one, not two, but three clips of Pond showing off his abs, his bandmates playfully lifting his top up, his abs on show for thousands of people.
And phuwin was clearly just one of them.
He felt his face heat up with jealousy. It embarrassed him too. They're celebrities, fanservice was a part of their job. He shouldn't be feeling jealous. To be honest, it wasn't even jealousy. It was more of a feeling of “He's mine. No matter how much everyone else wants him, only I get him.”
His fingers practically burned as he scrolled through his timeline, which was full of pictures of water cascading down Pond's abdomen as his body moved as fluid, dancing effortlessly even on the wet stage, lifting his shirt up with a smug look on his face, as if he knew his boyfriend was watching, and then putting it back down, regret flashing through his face, for a millisecond, before it's gone. Oh, so he knows what he's doing.
“That stage isn't the only thing that's wet right now.” Phuwin muttered to himself.
That's when a notification caught his attention.
“Event's over. I'm coming over soon bby xx"
Phuwin gritted his teeth and typed back a reply.
“Dont bother. xx”
He threw his phone to the side and ran a hand through his hair. He really couldn't understand the burning feeling within his chest. Or maybe he could. Maybe he just didn't want to label it as jealousy, no. That felt too corny. He lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a billion different thoughts in his head. He knew, from the notifications still constantly lighting his phone up that Pond would show up anyway.
And Phuwin wasn't going to let him off easy.
The front door opened with a bang, and within a matter of minutes Pond stood there at the door of the bedroom, in nothing but a lazy jacket, a tank and black shorts showing off his long legs, hair undone, as if he had run his fingers through it a million times and face flushed red. Phuwin sat on the bed, Pond's shirt hanging off of his frame loosely, face grim and serious, arms crossed.
“Phuwin...” He started, dropping his bag on the floor and advancing towards the other. Phuwin let him, and Pond sat on the bed before him.
“Did you have fun, Naravit?” Phuwin asked, his tone so sickly sweet, a blank smile on his face as he tilted his head, looking straight into Pond's eyes. Pond knew it was just a facade. He knew he was done for.
“Phu, are you mad at me?” He reached out towards Phuwin's hand in an attempt to hold it but Phuwin simply got up from the bed and walked towards the mirror in front of it, pretending to fix is hair, acting indifferent. As soon as Pond was about to stand up from his place on the bed, Phuwin's eyes flicked onto his figure through the mirror.
“Stay.”
Pond immediately sat back down, looking at Phuwin, eyes filled with curiosity, anxiousness as well as a hint of something else—a desire to please phuwin. Phuwin could almost see two puppy ears drooping down on Pond's head.
He walked back towards pond, and climbed onto the bed, making his way towards Pond till he found himself straddling the other. Pond was now leaning against the backrest of the bed, with phuwin on his lap, his boyfriend's legs on either side of his body, their faces so close to each other that Pond could feel Phuwin's breath on his cheeks.
“You didn't answer the question, Pond.” Phuwin says, bringing one of his hands up to play with Pond's hair, while the other went down and under Pond's shirt, coming into contact with the firm abs underneath—the same ones that had gotten Pond into this situation today.
“Phu- baby- I-”
“Did you like it, hm? Did you like slutting yourself out for everybody to see?” Phuwin says, the harsh words a complete contrast to his sickly sweet tone, almost like the insults were dripping in honey. Pond's breath hitched— he tried to think of something, anything other than the feeling of Phuwin's fingers on his bare skin, anything except the heat which was building up within him. He wanted to explain himself.
“Phu, baby, my love— please hear me out I- shit, I didn't mean to okay?”
“Oh, you didn't?” Phuwin says, his fingertips still journeying across the wide span of Pond's body under his shirt, his other hand now taking a hold of his biceps, squeezing it. The muscle looked abnormally large against Phuwin's slender fingers. Phuwin looked up to Pond and met his eyes.
“I remember it well, though. Your sad excuse of a top sticking to your body, the water clearly defining every single crevice of these muscles that you have worked so hard for...” Phuwin tugged Pond's shirt up, revealing his chest, “Guess I'm not the only one who gets all of this to myself now, huh?”
Pond's eyes widened as he shook his head. “Phu, I'm all yours.” He said, voice almost whiny. It made Phuwin smile.
“My sweet, obedient boy.” Phuwin cupped Pond's face with his hands, caressing his cheek and looking at him fondly. “I know you're mine. I just need to let you know that again.”
And that's how they ended up in the position they were in at the moment— Pond baring his neck to Phuwin, who had made it a personal mission to mark his boyfriend as his.
“Phu- we have an event tomorrow...the stylists-”
“I don't give a fuck.” Phuwin mumbled, eyes focused entirely on the marks he was busy leaving on the soft skin of Pond's neck, the purple and red spots connecting as if they were a constellation of stars in the night sky. His hips moved lightly against Pond's thigh, against the rough material of the denim Pond was wearing, feeling everything though the flimsy material of his own shorts . Pond could only close his eyes and let his head fall back against the headrest, letting out breathy sounds at Phuwin's mercy.
“They all know you're all mine anyway. Or do you have an issue, letting people know that?"
"No!” Pond practically jolted upright, catching even Phuwin off guard. He shook his head frantically.
“There, there.” Phuwin brought one of his hands down to lace it with Pond's to calm him down. It was almost cute, how worked up Pond got when he felt that Phuwin was upset with him.
“Don't you think I should get back at you for this, hm? Maybe I should show them my abs tomorrow at our event too, what do you say?” Pond groaned loudly at the idea and shook his head. “Or even better.” Phuwin pulled back till Pond had a clear view of his face, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I should ask the stylists for a crop top tomorrow, right?”
Pond closed his eyes— the image of Phuwin wearing a crop top, his slim waist and fair skin exposed for everybody to see, and the abs he was working hard for peeking out from underneath-
Pond let out a high pitched sound, a whimper almost, shaking his head frantically from one side to the other. Phuwin let out a demeaning laugh, hips still working against Pond's thigh.
“God, you're pathetic. I'm the one practically humping you right now, and you're getting worked up by just a few kisses on your neck and the idea of me in a fucking crop top? We haven't even undressed yet.” Phuwin laughed and let his hands wander across the broad expanse of Pond's chest until he reached his nipples, pinching one of them, rolling the nub between his fingers. He keened under Phuwin's touch, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Baby, please...” Pond whines, hands coming up to rest at Phuwin's waist, trying to get him to move in the right angle. He needed it so bad, he was almost at his limit, just a little push and-
“Say it.” Phuwin breathes out as he starts moving against Pond at a faster rate, earning a startled and confused glance from his boyfriend. He brings a hand up to Pond's chin and lifts it up so that their eyes meet.
And Pond knew exactly what he had to say.
The magic words.
“Phuwin, I'm yours- I'm all for you phu, baby, love I'm so-sorry. I'll behave for you, I'm- I'm your good boy.” He was so on the edge, almost slurring over his words as he was pleading. Phuwin finally leaned forward and joined their lips together, the heat of their breaths mingling with each other, tongues engaged in a beautifully filthy dance. His hips moved faster against Pond's, while his hands traced his firm abs, an action which brought both of them to their release. Pond shuddered before falling back against the bed, his body limp and tired.
Phuwin found himself moaning into the kiss before breaking it, a string of saliva still joining their lips together. He ducked his head below Pond's chin as he left a trail of kisses down his neck, leaving behind a beautiful tapestry of red and purple marks blooming on the canvas of Pond's fair skin.
Phuwin pulled back and took a good minute to admire the art he himself had created on Pond's skin, before leaving a small kiss on his cheek. Pond on the other hand was completely undone, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Phuwin. “Are you really mad at me, Phu?” He asked in a small voice
And Phuwin almost melted at Pond's sweet tone. He carefully climbed off of his lap and settled himself beside Pond, wrapping and arm around him as the other rested his head on his shoulder. Phuwin left small caresses on Pond's hair. “Not at all baby. I was just feeling a little... possessive, in the heat of the moment. You performed so well today my love, everyone was praising you so much.”
Pond let himself fall back in Phuwin's arms, body tired from the entire days work, muscles aching and heart content after having satisfied his boyfriend. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over him, knowing he would be attending the event tomorrow with the constellation of marks all over his neck, with Phuwin's claim all over him.