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The Mandarin Oriental Bangkok suite wrapped them in quiet luxury after a long, glittering day. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the Chao Phraya River, where lights from passing boats danced on dark water. Est, carrying that effortless confidence that always left William a little breathless, loosened his tie as he stepped inside. The Parfums de Marly event had been flawless tailored suits, camera flashes, shared glances that held too much weight.
Dinner afterward had been their private celebration of Est’s birthday, one that had quietly fallen during the chaos of Love Out Loud Fest rehearsals.William closed the heavy door behind them.
The click sounded final.
Months of filming You Maniac had been exquisite torture. Close proximity dances, scripted kisses that lingered too long, bodies pressed tight during rehearsal takes. William had gone home hard and aching night after night, jerking off to memories of Est’s breath on his skin, the way Est’s hips rolled against him on set. Tonight, the restraint finally snapped.Est turned, a small smile playing on his lips.
“So… about the dance for the fest. We should probably run through the lift one more time before tomorrow.
The timing on the—”William crossed the room in two strides and silenced him with a kiss.It wasn’t gentle. It was months of frustration poured into one searing collision of mouths.
Est made a low sound of surprise that quickly melted into a pleased hum. He was older, more experienced, but right now he let William push him back until his shoulders hit the cool glass of the window. William’s hands framed Est’s face, thumbs stroking his jaw as their tongues slid together, hot and urgent.Est tasted like the red wine from dinner and something sweeter that was purely him.
William deepened the kiss, licking into Est’s mouth with filthy intent, biting gently at his lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder.
“Fuck the dance,” William growled, voice rough.
“I’ve been losing my mind over you since the first week of filming. Every time we had to kiss for camera, every time your body was pressed against mine… I wanted to drag you somewhere private and ruin you.”
Est’s dark eyes gleamed with heat. “Then stop talking and do it.
”William’s hands moved fast. He shoved Est’s suit jacket off broad shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.
Buttons came next—William’s fingers steady despite the hunger clawing at him. He pushed the shirt open, revealing smooth, toned skin and the faint definition of muscle earned from years of dance practice. William leaned in and dragged his mouth down Est’s neck, sucking a slow, deliberate mark just above the collarbone where it would be hidden by a shirt tomorrow.
Est tilted his head back against the glass, one hand threading through William’s hair. “Harder,” he murmured. “Mark me up.”
William obliged, sucking and biting until the skin bloomed red. His hands explored lower—palming Est’s chest, thumbs circling nipples until they tightened into peaks. He pinched one lightly, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from Est. William smiled against his skin and dropped lower, tongue tracing the ridges of Est’s abs while his fingers worked open the belt and zipper of Est’s trousers.
He sank to his knees, dragging trousers and black briefs down in one smooth motion. Est’s cock sprang free—thick, already hard, the head flushed and glistening with precum. William looked up, meeting Est’s gaze as he wrapped a hand around the base and gave one long, slow stroke.
“Been thinking about this for months,” William admitted. He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue up the underside, savoring the salty taste. Est’s breath hitched. William swirled his tongue around the head, then took him deeper, relaxing his throat until his nose brushed against trimmed hair.
“Fuck… William,” Est groaned, fingers tightening in his hair. He didn’t force, just held on as William worked him with wet, obscene sounds—long pulls, hollowed cheeks, occasional flicks of tongue against the sensitive underside. William’s free hand cupped Est’s balls, rolling them gently, then slipped further back to tease his entrance with a dry fingertip.Est’s hips jerked. “Tease.”William pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. “Not teasing. Just getting you ready.” He rose, kissing Est deeply again so the older man could taste himself.
Then he spun Est around, pressing his chest to the cool window. Bangkok sparkled below them—city lights, river traffic, distant buildings. The exhibitionist thrill sent heat rushing through William’s veins.
“Hands on the glass,” he ordered.Est braced his palms against the window, legs spread as much as the trousers around his ankles allowed. His ass was perfect—round, firm from years of dance. William took a moment to admire before bringing his hand down in a firm smack.The sound cracked through the suite. Est jolted, a surprised moan escaping him.
“Again?” William asked, rubbing the spot soothingly.
“Yes,” Est breathed. “Harder.”William spanked him again, then again, alternating cheeks until the skin flushed pink. Each impact made Est’s cock twitch against the glass, leaving wet smears. William dropped to his knees once more, spreading Est’s cheeks and dragging his tongue over the tight hole.
Est cursed loudly. William licked and sucked with dedication, tongue pushing inside while one hand reached around to stroke Est’s leaking cock. The older man was shaking, pushing back against William’s face, chasing more sensation.
When Est was panting and open, William stood, shedding his own clothes quickly. He grabbed the lube and condom from his wallet, slicked his fingers generously, and pressed one inside Est’s waiting hole.
Est moaned, forehead against the glass.
“More.”William added a second finger, scissoring slowly, curling until he found the spot that made Est’s knees buckle. He worked him open thoroughly, three fingers now, pumping steadily, stretching him while continuing to land occasional light spanks on already sensitive skin. Est was begging in that low, wrecked voice that drove William insane.
By the time William rolled on the condom and slicked himself, Est was trembling with need, hole glistening and clenching around nothing.William lined up and pushed in slowly, savoring every inch. The tight heat was overwhelming. When he bottomed out, balls pressed against Est’s ass, they both groaned. William gave Est a moment to adjust, then started moving—deep, powerful thrusts that rocked the older man against the window.
Skin slapped against skin. William’s hand cracked down again in a firm spank in time with a thrust, making Est clench beautifully around him.
“Look at the city,” William rasped, gripping Est’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “All those lights. Anyone looking up might see you getting fucked open like this.”
Est moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. William kept one hand on Est’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke his cock in firm pulls. The spanking continued, sharp, rhythmic smacks that turned Est’s ass a deeper shade of red.
"You feel so fucking good,” William groaned. “So tight. Been dreaming about this hole for months.”
Est’s voice broke on a cry as William angled his hips and nailed his prostate repeatedly. The older man’s body tensed, orgasm rushing up fast.“William—I’m close—”
“Come for me,” William ordered, spanking him hard one final time as he pounded deep.
Est shattered with a loud, broken moan, cum painting the window in thick stripes. His hole pulsed rhythmically around William’s cock, milking him.
William fucked him through it, chasing his own release. A few more brutal thrusts and he came hard, burying himself to the hilt and filling the condom with pulse after heavy pulse, groaning Est’s name like a prayer.
They stayed locked together, breathing raggedly.
William pressed soft kisses along Est’s shoulder and the back of his neck, murmuring praise. “So perfect… you took everything so well.”
He pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, and turned Est around. They kissed slowly now deep, lingering, tongues sliding lazily. William’s hands soothed the reddened skin of Est’s ass, massaging gently.
Est smiled against his mouth, still dazed. “Happy early birthday to me.”
William laughed softly. “We’re not done. Shower?”
Est’s eyes darkened with renewed interest.
“Lead the way.”The marble bathroom was spacious and luxurious, rain shower heads pouring hot water over them as they stepped inside.
Steam rose quickly.
William pulled Est under the spray, kissing him deeply while soapy hands roamed.This round was slower, more sensual. William washed Est first, gentle fingers tracing every mark he’d left, soothing the spanked skin with slick body wash. He dropped to his knees again under the water, taking Est’s half-hard cock into his mouth while two fingers pressed back inside the older man’s sensitive hole.
Est leaned back against the tiled wall, one hand braced, the other in William’s wet hair.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you,” William murmured around his cock.
He worked Est back to full hardness with his mouth and fingers, then stood and turned him to face the wall. This time there was no condom, Est had whispered his trust earlier. William slicked himself with more lube and pushed back inside the welcoming heat.
They moved together under the cascading water—slow, deep rolls of William’s hips, Est pushing back to meet him. William’s chest pressed to Est’s back, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other hand lazily stroking Est’s cock.
The steam, the heat, the sound of water mixed with their moans created an intimate cocoon. William kissed Est’s neck, sucking another mark as his thrusts gradually sped up. Est reached back, gripping William’s thigh, urging him deeper.When they came it was nearly together, Est first with a shuddering groan, then William burying himself deep and spilling inside him with a low, satisfied moan.
They stayed like that for long minutes, just breathing together under the water. Eventually William pulled out gently, turning Est to face him. They kissed lazily while washing each other clean, exchanging soft smiles and quiet words about the dance routine they still needed to practice tomorrow, about the wedding, about doing this again soon without cameras or pretense.
Wrapped in plush hotel robes later, they collapsed onto the huge bed. Est, older and usually more composed, curled into William’s side with surprising softness, head on his chest.
“Best birthday I’ve had in years,” he murmured, already drifting.William kissed the top of his head, fingers tracing patterns on Est’s back.
“We’re doing this again. After the fest. No more holding back on set.”
Est smiled against his skin. “Deal.”
Outside, the Bangkok night continued its glittering dance beyond the window that had witnessed everything. Inside, two bodies tangled together, sated and warm, finally free of the tension that had built for months.