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Prans neighbor has very loud sex. All the time. Pran is obviously annoyed, he can hardly concentrate on any tasks. When Pat once again sneaks into his apartment under a false pretense and Pran tells him about his sleepless nights, Pat can overhear the hustle and bustle next door. An idea occurs to him. "Oh Pran," he begins to moan loudly.
Pran freezes and looks at Pat in irritation. What did he just hear? But as if to confirm it, Pat continues and moans again. "Come on, join in," he nudges him. "We'll show your neighbor."
But Pran can't. His body is in shock and he looks at Pat with his mouth open. He starts to giggle and seems to be enjoying it. "Oh, fuck Pran." He makes the loudest moan yet. "You are so good."
That's it. Pat seems to be trying to kill him. All the blood in his body is rushing up his neck and burning up his ears and at the same time his cock gives an interested twitch. "Well Pran, it won't work alone. We'll shut them up together." As if to emphasize his words, he also starts to throw himself against the wall.
Now Pran's heart is clenching as well. Pat is so stupid. But so eager to help. And kind and sweet and how can he not join in. He stands next to Pat against the wall.
"Ohh yeah," he starts to moan too.
Pat grins at him. "Louder baby."
Baby. Madness. Pure madness. The butterflies in Pran flutter wildly.
"Yes Pat! Give it to me." His face is in flames.
"Here. Take it." And with that, Pat hits the wall really hard.
And suddenly the noise next door becomes less loud. Pat looks at him excitedly with a grin. It seems to be working. Pran can't believe that the silly plan is actually working. So he has no choice but to go along with it.
"Deeper" Pat nods at him encouragingly. " Faster"
"Don't worry, i'll give it to you baby." Pat punches the wall.
Baby. There it is again.
Pran moans and to a large extent it's not an act. How many times has he dreamed of Pat whispering sweet nothings in his ear with his raspy voice? He would make the best of the situation. "Harder Pat. Fuck me harder."
Pat's eyebrows shoot up, he probably didn't expect to hear Pran say "fuck", but he's quickly on board.
Pat lets out a growl. "I'm going to give you a real good fucking." And as if to emphasize his words, he hits the wall again with force.
"Yes," Pran moans loudly. "Give it to me." His filter seems to have completely disappeared. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Fuck me as hard as you can." He is trapped in his own fantasies, how often has he said these exact phrases in his dreams. "Fuck Pat. You fuck me so good." He rasps out, caught up in the act they are both performing, which seems to be successful. "More Pat. I need you."
Pran groans to emphasize his words and waits for Pat's answer, but he suddenly becomes suspiciously quiet next to him.
"Pat?" Pran whispers, shaking him by the shoulder.
And then Pat turns to him and Pran sees it. Pat seems to be aroused. His face is flushed and his lower lip is all bitten.
A rush goes through Pran. It's probably a mixture of this kick, the knowledge that he has such an effect on Pat and the safety of their scheme.
"Ohhh Pat. You are so good. Your cock is the best."
Pran can see exactly how Pat's pupils only get bigger and he lets out a strangled sound.
Pran is possessed. His voice is just a whisper, the following question meant only for Pat, not for the neighbors. "Do you like it when I praise you? When I tell you how well you fuck me?"
"Pran" It sounds desperate.
The atmosphere between the two is palpable in the room, electrifying, both panting as if they are really out of breath from too much fucking, the neighbors completely forgotten.
Pran licks his lips nervously and Pat follows the movement with his eyes - he mirrors the movement, wets his lips and the next moment his hot mouth is pressing on Pran.
Pran doesn't hesitate for a second, reaches into Pat's hair, gives free rein to all his desire and doesn't stop until Pat is pressed against the wall and even then he doesn't stop, pressing his body against him. He can feel it, Pat is half-hard in his shorts and he is almost dizzy with the knowledge that he is responsible. "You feel so good."
Pat's eager hands run over Pran's body, digging almost painfully into his flesh, while his lips don't let go of him. Pran can't help himself, bites Pat's lower lip and as he groans, he slides his tongue inside.
From then on, the kiss only gets hotter, more messy and neither of them notices anything other than the other's panting, the soft skin under their fingers.
Their now hard boners rub against each other, and even though there are several layers of fabric between them, it feels so incredibly good.
"Pran." Pat gasps against his lips. It sounds like a plea, so Pran is brave, pushing his crotch even harder against Pat and circling his hips. He is rewarded with a loud groan from Pat.
No more encouragement is needed and he begins to rub himself against Pat with urgency. It feels so incredibly good, he thinks he's going to be lightheaded. His nerves are on edge and every fiber of his body is sensitive. The feel of Pat's steel-hard body against his is just perfect. He runs his mouth up Pat's neck, bites his ear and Pat lashes out again, burying his face in his neck. "Pran, you smell so good."
Pat sucks on his neck and it's as if he wants to taste his skin. "Pat," he moans loudly and Pran knows he won't last much longer. His shorts are already wet from all the precome and his fingers are digging into Pat's hard biceps.
Pat seems close too, the way he moves his hips up and down almost desperately as if he wants to thrust into Pran, and the mere idea that Pat wants to fuck him so badly - even if it's only a spur of the moment - is almost enough for Pran to come.
"Pat, you're doing so well. Fucking me so nicely." Pran's voice is rougher by now from all the moaning. "Come for me."
As if on command, Pat picks up speed, so close, rubbing himself so hard against Pran while his hands clutch Pran's ass to hold him in place.
Pran can't take any more. He's about to burst, but first he has to send Pat over the edge. "You're the best fuck i've ever had," he murmurs in his ear and that's it.
"Pran!" Pat's hips start to buck and he cums in his shorts with the loudest groan yet. Pran follows him immediately, spurting into his own underwear, his dick barely able to stop twitching as he circles his hips and rides out his orgasm.
They both stand leaning against the wall of Pran's condo, tangled together, trying to catch their breath.
As he comes down from his high, his senses slowly return, and along with his wet ruined shorts, which Pran can feel, he can also hear his neighbors, who are noisily going at it again. Apparently completely unimpressed by his and Pat's performance.
When he slowly opens his eyes, he sees Pat with a glow on his face and slightly sweaty hair and swollen lips. He would love to grab him again and ruin him further, but instead Pran holds his breath. He doesn't know how Pat will react, whether he will be frightened or reject what they have done.
"It doesn't seem to have done any good," Pat whispers.
Pran nods, not trusting his voice. He needs to know what Pat thinks first.
"Maybe..." Pat clears his throat, "maybe we weren't loud enough."
And there it is. He can clearly hear the question in Pat's voice.
"Maybe we need to try again..." Pran’s voice is no more than a whisper.
Pat nods. "I think so too..."
He can hardly believe it. Pat wants him. Pran didn't think it was possible, but he can feel his cock twitching again. The rush of this thought gives him the courage to say the next words. "This time i want you to fuck me for real."
The words send a shiver through Pat's body. "Pran, are you sure?"
"Let's show the neighbors who's better at fucking."
Pat grins at him and nods. One thing is certain: Neither of them will ever avoid a competition.
He kisses him wet and deep and the simmering in Pran's abdomen spreads again, setting his nerve endings ablaze. When the two of them catch their breath, Pran can't help but smile, causing Pat to poke his dimple and Pran’s heart to burn.
"How? Where..." Pat tries not to let it show, but he is clearly nervous.
But Pran is not having it. He is finally fulfilling all his dreams since his teenage days, actually since he had his first erection.
He pushes Pat lightly towards the couch, where he plops down and Pran doesn't hesitate to grab his shorts to take them off. He sees the large stain that Pat has left on the front of his short. "What a mess," he sighs and drops to his knees. He reaches for Pat's cock and starts to lick it clean, moaning at the taste on his tongue.
"Oh god" Pat looks at him wide-eyed, apparently too shocked by Pran's shameless behavior to let himself go.
But again Pran’s not having it. If he has Pat - even if it's just for tonight - he wants to make the most of it, make it the best for them.
He reaches for Pat's balls and starts to massage them while his tongue sucks the tip clean. "I want you to fuck me today until your balls are empty."
"Fuck Pran!" Pat moans loudly and involuntarily grabs his hair. By now his cock is completely hard again and Pran's own is pressing uncomfortably against his wet shorts.
He can't wait any longer and takes off his pants too. He climbs onto Pat's lap and leans over him to reach behind him at his desk and pull out a tube of lube.
Pat laughs. "Oh, is Khun Parakul watching porn on his computer? No worries, I'm here now."
"Shut up," grumbles Pran, far too impatient to get involved in Pat's teasing.
He is straddling Pat, his legs spread as wide as possible so that he can prep his hole with one hand while his and Pat's erections rub together. The glide is wet, their dicks covered in precome and jizz from the previous round. Pat, meanwhile, has made sure they both have their tops off and is sucking Pran's plushy nipples in his mouth, making them puffy and littering his chest with marks.
Each grind of their cocks elicits an unabashedly loud moan from both of them, which easily puts the neighbors next door in the shade, but they are long forgotten anyway.
When Pran just manages to get three fingers inside him, he stops, he can't wait any longer. "Are you really ready yet?" Pat asks unsure and Pran shushes him with a kiss. "I need your cock inside me. Right now."
"Shit, you're so hot," Pat replies and Pran thinks he can come just like that. But not tonight, tonight he would come only on Pat's length. He grabs his fat cock and guides it to his hole and the contact between his rim and the huge mushroom-like tip makes them both moan.
Pran slowly lowers himself onto Pat's dick and his eyes roll into his head. He feels Pat's fingers digging almost painfully into his hips. "Fuck Pran, you feel so good." He whimpers. "It's burning hot inside you."
Spurred on by his words, Pran lets himself sink down even further, impaling himself to Pat's length. "God, you're so huge. I'm so full." He works his way forward, centimeter by centimeter, until the entire thing has completely disappeared inside him. "Fuck Pat!" He lets out an obscenely loud moan. "Your cock is so fucking long, I can feel you in my guts."
This earns him a squeeze from Pat. "Pran, you better stop talking or I'm coming right now." He has narrowed his eyes and looks like he's in pain. Experimentally, Pran gyrates his hips and Pat inhales sharply. "P-Pran."
"Let the neighbors hear you call my name." It feels like a drug, Pran needs more of it, wants to hear Pat moan his name, scream, wimper, gasp, so he starts to move slowly up and down.
Pat greedily runs his hands over Pran's body, watching him ride him. "You're so sexy, baby." There it is again. Pran’s whole body shudders and makes Pat gasps. "Fuck, your hole is twitching like it wants to swallow me whole."
Pran leans forward and kisses him. "I want to feel you in my whole body." With that, he starts to pick up the pace, loud slapping fills his condo and the squelching sound of the lube sticking and stringing between their bodies. It's all so messy and wonderful, Pran has forgotten any feeling other than Pat's hot thick cock inside him.
Nevertheless, after a while his thighs start to buckle and his pace slows back down. Pat seems to sense it and stops him. "Let me take over now," he says and slides out of Pran. "I'm going to fuck you just as good as you told the neighbors before. Let them hear you how I fill you up."
He carefully lifts Pran off and stands up, positioning himself behind him as Pran clings to the back of his couch.
"Fuck, that was me." Pat runs his thumb over Pran's hole, looking at how wide it is and seemingly begging for his cock with every twitch. He grabs his hard dick and slowly slides it in and out, enjoying the sight of Pran's hole swallowing him, the feeling of his rim squeezing around him as if it would never let him go.
"Pat," Pran moans, " Fuck me properly already!"
Pat must be able to hear his desperation because he has mercy and rams his entire length into him with full force. "I got you, baby."
From then on, all Pran can do is cling to the couch, because Pat seems to be putting everything he has into this fuck. As he clutches Pran's ass, he thrusts into him again and again without slowing down. "Your hole feels so good. You're so wet and tight." He pants loudly. "My hips are crazy, I just can't stop."
"Don't stop." Pran urges him, gasping. The thought alone is unbearable. "Don't stop fucking me. Don't ever stop!"
"Never." Pat replies. "I'll fuck you so good, you'll never be able to think about anything else again." As if to emphasize his words, he slaps his ass, leaving red handprints on the soft, squishy flesh. "You'll only be able to think about my cock."
"Yes!" Pran cries out. "Yes, yes, your cock."
"Yes, my cock, baby. You won't be able to live without it."
"I can't. Your cock is too good. So so good.", He’s babbling, his head is all mushy and he can barely form a coherent thought. Pat has fucked him stupid with his large dick.
"How good baby?"
And Pran knows that Pat loves to be praised, so he speaks bluntly. "Your fat cock fucks me so good. Sooo good. You fuck me so well. I want you to fuck me all the time. Fuck me Pat. Never stop. Fill me up again and again. Come inside me."
With each of his words, Pat thrusts even faster, a clear sign that he is close. And Pran isn't far behind either, his voice a mixture of whimpers and screams. "Shoot your thick load into me until your balls are all empty. I want to feel your hot cum filling me up. Come for me Pat, fill me up so much I'm still dripping days later. Come inside me. Come!"
"Pran!" No more invitation is needed and Pat comes as he continues to thrust into him, fucking his hot load deeper and deeper into Pran’s guts before thrusting as deep as he can one last time, slumping onto Pran in a sweaty heap.
Pran can hear him spit and the next moment his wet hand is wrapped around his erection, jerking him off. "I want our whole floor to hear you scream for me."
Pran can still feel Pat's cock twitching inside him, filling him up with so much jizz, and along with his sloppy handjob, he also comes with a deep groan, ruining Pat's hand and probably parts of his couch too.
“That’s it, baby. Let everyone hear.”, Pat whispers in his ears.
Pran seems to come endlessly, his own cock mirrors the twitching of Pat's cock inside him and he feels like he's going to pass out.
When he regains consciousness, he feels Pat leaving feather-light kisses on the back of his neck. "I think we've won,” he chuckles.
And it's true, the silence in Pran's condo is suddenly overwhelmingly loud. "I think so too," he replies with a grin, still high from his orgasm.
"Maybe..." Pat continues.
"Maybe?" Pran's heart is pounding, fearing Pat’s next words.
"Maybe I should stay regardless, in case the neighbors demand revenge."
The butterflies in Pran's stomach spread throughout his body. He turns around as best he can and looks into Pat's eyes, who seems anxious to hear his answer. "You're right. You should stay."
Relief spreads across Pat’s face and he leans forward to kiss Pran's exposed dimple.
Needless to say, he never left Pran's condo after that and the neighbors' noise complaints about the two of them continue to grow.