Out of Frame

by fvvckywe

Summary:

A private birthday dinner between public idols, WilliamEst, turns into a night of unedited confession and intense passion when a drunk, emotionally overwhelmed Est challenges William on why he treats him so well. William's response is simple, grounding, and thoroughly delivered behind closed doors: because loving Est is the easiest thing he's ever done.

The thumping bass from the studio speakers finally cut out, leaving behind a sudden, heavy silence punctuated only by the sound of ragged breathing, the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on hardwood, and the low, mechanical hum of the air conditioner.

The members of LYKN collapsed in a collective heap onto the floor, their bodies completely spent. Nut and Tui lay flat on their backs, limbs splayed as they stared blankly at the ceiling tiles, while Hong and Lego were tangled together near the wall mirrors, far too exhausted from the grueling GotchaPop rehearsal to move even a single muscle.

William, however, didn't join the pile. Driven by a quiet, restless adrenaline, he made a direct line for the row of plastic chairs lining the wall. His chest heaved as he grabbed his water bottle, but before the cool liquid could even touch his lips, his hand instinctively dived into his pocket.

Right on cue, his phone buzzed against his palm.

A text from Est slid across the glass: “Are you done with the practice? I’m getting ready.”

Attached was a selfie that made William's breath hitch. Est was standing in the bright, clinical light of his bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a loose black tank top that hung low on his collarbones. A plush white towel was draped carelessly over his shoulders, framing his damp, beautifully disheveled hair. He was looking directly into the camera lens with that effortlessly casual, devastatingly handsome gaze that he only ever wore when the world was locked outside and he was entirely relaxed.

In a split second, the heavy exhaustion evaporated from William’s limbs. A bright, unbidden smile bloomed across his face, his eyes crinkling into soft crescents at the corners.

Without a moment's hesitation, his thumbs flew across the keyboard.

“Cute,” he typed out, the word feeling entirely too small for the warmth tightening his chest. He paused, bit his lower lip, and scrolled rapidly through his recents to press a fluffy puppy sticker holding a giant, glittering red heart.

Switching over to the camera app, he tilted his phone to capture the absolute state of the studio. The frame perfectly caught the chaotic graveyard of tired limbs and sweaty shirts on the floor. He hit send, his fingers dancing over the screen to add: “Almost done. We just have to record a few TikToks and I'm free. See you soon.”

He locked the screen but kept the device clutched tightly in his hand, staring down at the dark reflection with a soft, lingering grin that he didn’t even realize was permanently plastered across his face.

A few feet away, Nut nudged Tui sharply in the ribs, nodding his head toward the chairs with a knowing smirk.

Tui shifted his head, tracking Nut’s gaze until it landed squarely on William, who was currently radiating pure, lovesick energy, entirely lost in a world constructed entirely of text messages and bathroom selfies.

Leaning heavily into the drama, Tui let out a massive, theatrical sigh that practically echoed off the mirrors, deliberately shattering William’s focus. He turned to Nut, pitching his voice into a loud, tragic stage-whisper that carried effortlessly across the quiet room.

“P'Nut… please don’t forget about me when you get a faen,” Tui lamented, wiping an imaginary, heartbreaking tear from his eye.

The teasing words instantly broke the spell. William snapped out of his daze, sliding his phone smoothly into his pocket in one fluid motion. He turned his head slowly, leveling Tui with a thoroughly judging, unamused stare—though the faint flush on his neck betrayed him, only causing Nut and Tui to burst into muffled snickers.

Before they commenced filming the TikTok content, William grabbed his heavy duffel bag and retreated to the restroom to peel himself out of his damp rehearsal clothes. He washed the sweat from his face and threw on a clean, comfortable, oversized grey sweatshirt. Standing before the mirror, he ran his fingers through his dark hair to tame the unruly strands, his reflection looking back at him with an excitement he couldn't quite mask. His mind was already drifting ahead, mapping out the hours to come.

Once he stepped back onto the floor, he managed to power through the TikTok recordings in record time. He matched the sharp, high-energy choreography flawlessly, his body moving on pure muscle memory while his soul was already halfway across Bangkok. Within an hour, the directors finally called it a wrap, and William was instantly at his bag, zipping it shut.

"William!" Hong called out, tossing a rolled-up, sweaty towel toward the laundry bin. "We’re heading out to get some food. Barbecue place down the street. You in?"

"Ah, I can't tonight, guys," William said, slinging the strap of his bag over his shoulder and casting a quick, anxious glance at his watch. "I have plans. I'll definitely join you next time."

Before anyone could even formulate a question, he was already waving a hurried goodbye and slipping out the heavy studio door, his footsteps unusually light and impatient as they echoed down the corridor.

Lego blinked, staring at the empty doorway with deep, unadulterated confusion written across his features. He turned to the rest of the group, throwing his hands up. "What is actually up with him today? He never turns down barbecue."

Standing near the edge of the room, P'Ko casually looked up from the glowing screen of his tablet, his expression smooth. "He's going on a date with Est."

A collective, long-drawn sigh of realization instantly rippled through the remaining members. Tui threw his head back with a broad grin, and Nut simply shook his head, the missing pieces of the puzzle clicking perfectly into place.

Lego, however, whirled around to face the older man, his eyes wide with betrayal. "Wait, why didn’t we know about this? And how do you even know, P'Ko?"

P'Ko just stood his ground, slowly folding his arms across his chest. He leveled Lego with a look that was equal parts amused and incredibly smug, the ultimate keeper of secrets. "Because I'm the manager."

Realizing he had been thoroughly out-maneuvered by the highest authority of scheduling truth, Lego immediately dropped into a deep, agonizingly dramatic wai. He pressed his palms tightly together, bowing his head so low his dark hair fell over his eyes, a playful, dramatic smile splitting his face.

"Khub khun, Manager," Lego chimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated, mock reverence.

Meanwhile, the quiet click of the car door shut out the muffled rumble of the concrete parking garage. William sat in the dim interior of his car, the steering wheel cool beneath his hands. Before even turning the key in the ignition, he tapped his screen to make a quick, verifying call to ensure his arrangements were perfect. Satisfied, he shifted into drive, navigating the tangled evening traffic toward a small, boutique flower shop nestled in a quieter corner of the city. He had meticulously ordered a bouquet of red roses early that morning, specifically requesting a late evening pickup.

When he reached the shop, the sweet, crisp fragrance of cut stems and damp earth wrapped around him, a stark contrast to the sterile studio air. He greeted the florist with a soft, polite smile. The arrangement waiting for him was breathtaking—a dense, velvet mass of deep crimson roses wrapped in heavy, elegant parchment paper.

As William took the heavy bouquet into his arms and turned to leave, the shopkeeper called out softly, "Sir? Do you want to add a note to it?"

William paused, his boots halting on the threshold. He looked down at the dark red petals, thinking for a fleeting moment before nodding gently. "Yes, please."

The man reached beneath the counter for a fine-tipped pen, asking what he wished to have written, but William gently shook his head, a private, tender smile touching his lips. "I'll write it myself."

Taking the small, textured blank card, William leaned over the wooden counter. He took a quiet breath, a deep warmth blossoming in his chest as his hand carefully penned the words in his familiar script: Happy birthday, love. He tucked the small card securely into the very heart of the crimson petals, ensuring it was hidden from casual sight. Walking back to his car, he laid the bouquet across the passenger seat as if it were made of glass. Pulling out his phone, he shot a final, warning text to Est: "I'll be in front of your apartment within 15 minutes."

On the other side of town, Est was in the absolute throes of a domestic crisis.

The exact moment William’s text flashed across his lock screen, Est stared at the numbers in pure, unadulterated horror.

"Fuck, Est, fuck, you're screwed," he groaned aloud to the empty room, dragging both hands through his hair until it stood up in wild tufts. "He'll be here in fifteen minutes and you still don't know what to wear!"

He dramatically slapped a palm against his forehead, surveying the absolute disaster zone that his bedroom had become. Piles of silk shirts, linen trousers, denim jackets, and discarded tees were strewn across the mattress like a colorful, chaotic mountain of pure indecision.

In a desperate bid for survival, he speed-dialed Punch, praying for a lifeline. Unfortunately for him, she was right in the middle of a loud, echoing dance practice. She barely had time to listen to his breathless, panicked rambling before cutting straight through his anxiety.

"Just go with something simple, Est! He'll fall for you head over wheels anyway," she teased, her voice muffled and laughing over the line before the call abruptly clicked dead.

Well, that didn't help Est at all. He knew Punch was right—he knew, with an absolute, comforting certainty, that William loved him without condition. William would look at him with the exact same soft eyes whether he was wearing a tailored designer suit or a threadbare, oversized t-shirt.

But that wasn't the point. They had both waited so long for this night. Between their suffocatingly tight schedules, separate filming obligations, endless public events, and the constant, draining hum of work, they had finally managed to carve out this tiny, sacred window of time just for themselves. Est didn't just want to look good; he wanted to look absolutely flawless for William.

But looking at the digital clock ticking mercilessly downward, he felt entirely unanchored. William would be idling downstairs at any moment, and the thought of making him wait made Est's stomach twist.

Driven by pure, unbottled panic, he switched gears and hit the video-call button for his mom, completely crashing out the very second her familiar, warm face filled the screen.

"Mae! I'm completely losing it," Est wailed immediately, flipping the camera to show the catastrophic mountain of clothes burying his bed before bringing it back to his own stressed face. "William is going to be here in less than fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes, Mae! And I look like an absolute mess."

On the other end of the line, his mom didn't look panicked at all. Instead, a soft, musical laugh spilled from her lips, her expression melting into deep, maternal amusement. "Est, breathe. Look at your room, it looks like a hurricane hit it. Calm down"

"How can I calm down?" Est groaned, leaning his forehead against the cool glass of his closet mirror. "You don't understand, Mae, we haven't had a proper night like this in weeks. Every time we see each other, there are cameras, or managers, or the other boys, or we're just too exhausted to even speak. This date means everything to me. I just... I want to look perfect for him, but nothing feels right."

His mom's expression softened, her eyes holding that steady, grounded warmth that always managed to pull him back to earth. "Think simple, my boy. The more you overthink it, the more complicated you are going to make it for yourself. Do you really think William is coming to see the clothes you are wearing?"

"No, but—"

"Then listen to me," she interrupted gently, her voice full of a quiet certainty. "Whatever you choose to put on, William will look at you like you are the only person in the room. My son is perfect, handsome, and beautiful all the way through, from the inside out. Put something simple on, don't make that sweet boy wait out in the car, and most importantly... enjoy your date. Love him well tonight, okay?"

Est let out a long, shaky breath, the tight knot in his chest finally beginning to loosen. "Okay. Thank you, Mae. I love you."

"I love you too. Now go," she smiled, before the screen went dark.

Est slowly lowered his phone, letting out one last, cleansing sigh as he looked over the wreckage on his bed, trying to clear the residual noise from his head.

And then, his eyes caught on a specific sliver of fabric peeking out from beneath a heavy jacket—a sleek, deeply black silk button-up shirt. It was the exact shirt William had given him during Christmas.

Est practically leaped off the floor, his heart doing a sudden, joyful flip. "Yess! I got it! Oh god, finally!" he cheered to himself, a brilliant, boyish grin breaking across his face like a kid who had just discovered his favorite toy at the bottom of a box.

The panic dissolved instantly into a thrilling, nervous excitement. He pulled the shirt from the pile, the cool, silky material sliding smoothly over his skin as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. Standing before the mirror, he quickly re-aligned his hair, adjusting the dark strands until they fell in a perfectly styled, careless sweep across his forehead.

He fastened his favorite silver earrings, paused, and then deliberately rolled the cuffs up his forearms, giving the expensive, sophisticated fabric a slightly raw, effortless edge.

Taking a slow step back, he evaluated his reflection. The dark shirt contrasted sharply against his skin, framing his shoulders perfectly. He looked undeniably handsome—though, truth be told, he always did.

To finish the look, Est reached for a heavy glass bottle on his vanity, spritzing a crisp, subtly woodsy perfume over the pulse points of his wrists and the crook of his neck. The scent had barely settled into his skin when his phone began to vibrate against the marble countertop.

It was William.

"Hey," William’s voice came through the speaker, low and slightly rumbled from the car's Bluetooth, but laced with that familiar, easy warmth. "I'm parked right downstairs. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, just finishing up," Est replied, a sudden spike of nervous adrenaline making his voice hitch slightly. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Take your time. No rush," William murmured.

Est ended the call, his heart suddenly doing double-time. He grabbed a small, structured designer purse from his desk, swiftly sliding his phone, a fresh lip tint, and his room keys inside. On his way out, he caught his reflection in the full-length mirror, smoothing down the front of the black silk shirt one last time before stepping out into the corridor and locking the door behind him.

Inside the quiet enclosure of the elevator, Est stared at his reflection in the polished metal walls. He fixed the collar of his shirt, ran a restless hand through his hair, and let out a long, shaky breath. He couldn't help but feel utterly ridiculous—he was nervous. He didn't even know why. They had been on hundreds of dates before, shared countless sleepovers, and spent thousands of hours in each other’s pockets. Yet, standing in the elevator right now, his stomach was fluttering as if it were their very first time meeting.

Get a grip, Est, he told himself, taking one more deep, grounding breath just as the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

He stepped out into the brightly lit lobby, instinctively scanning the plush seating areas, expecting William to be waiting inside. The space was empty. Puzzled, he pushed through the heavy glass main doors and stepped out into the cool evening air of the driveway.

And there he was.

William was standing just outside the driver's side of his car. The exact moment his eyes caught sight of Est, a brilliant, unrestrained smile broke across his face. He lifted a hand, waving enthusiastically.

Est’s breath caught in his throat. He waved back automatically, his knuckles whitening as his grip on his purse tightened. Seeing William in person completely drove the point home—while Est had spent the last hour having an existential crisis over silk and accessories, William was standing there looking effortlessly fine in a simple, oversized grey sweatshirt. The casual, cozy look suited him so entirely well that it made Est's chest ache.

Stepping off the curb, Est took slow, deliberate steps across the concrete toward him. As the distance closed, an unexpected wave of shyness washed over him. For some reason, he suddenly found it completely impossible to look directly into William's eyes. He could feel the heavy, intense weight of William’s gaze tracking his every step, taking in the black shirt, the styled hair, the silver earrings. Under that silent, adoring scrutiny, a fierce heat rose rapidly up Est’s neck, blooming into a deep, betraying pink that flooded the tips of his ears.

William let out a soft, delighted laugh at the reaction, thoroughly charmed by how flustered Est had become. Instead of teasing him aloud, William turned and opened the passenger seat door. He reached inside, pulling out the massive, velvety bouquet of red roses, and held it out toward Est.

"For you," William said softly, his voice dropping into a tender, private register meant only for the space between them.

Est’s eyes widened. He completely hadn't expected flowers. He reached out, his arms cradling the heavy, fragrant mass of crimson petals against his chest, the scent of fresh roses immediately mixing with his perfume. "Thank you," Est murmured, his voice small, a soft smile finally breaking through his shyness as he looked down at the bouquet.

Keeping his hand firmly on the edge of the open door, William gestured gracefully for Est to step inside, bending at the waist in a grand, theatrical bow. "Please, after you," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Est let out a genuine laugh, the lingering tension breaking instantly. "You're so dramatic," he teased, sliding into the cool leather seat.

Just as Est set the flowers on his lap and reached back to pull the seat belt down, William leaned into the car. His sudden proximity caught Est entirely off guard. William’s hands reached across Est's torso, his fingers brushing lightly against the smooth black silk as he grabbed the seat belt strap himself.

Est froze completely, his lungs locking up. Their faces were suddenly inches apart—so close that Est could feel the warm puff of William's breath against his cheek, could smell the clean, familiar scent of him. William didn't rush. He pulled the belt down slowly, clicking it securely into the buckle. But instead of pulling away immediately, William paused. He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto Est’s wide, breathless ones with absolute sincerity.

"You look beautiful tonight," William whispered, his gaze lingering on Est's lips for a fraction of a second before he offered a small, satisfied smile.

Before Est could even formulate a coherent thought, William backed out of the car, shutting the passenger door gently behind him.

Est sat utterly paralyzed, the sound of his own heartbeat thumping frantically against his eardrums. He could feel the blush burning hotter on his cheeks. By the time William walked around the hood of the car and slid into the driver's seat, Est was still staring fixedly down at the roses on his lap, trying to regain his composure.

William started the engine, the car coming to life with a low hum. He glanced over at the passenger side, noticing how Est was practically buried under the large arrangement. "Isn't it heavy?" William asked softly, putting the car into gear. "You can put it in the backseat if it's in the way."

"No," Est said quickly, his hands tightening protectively around the paper wrapping. He shifted the bouquet slightly, resting his chin near the petals. "I'm okay like this. I want to hold them."

William’s smile widened, a quiet sense of pride warming his expression as he steered the car out of the apartment complex and into the glittering, neon-lit flow of Bangkok's evening traffic.

As they drove, the initial bashfulness began to melt away, replaced by the comfortable, easy rhythm they always shared. The car interior was a cozy sanctuary, isolated from the bustling city outside. Desperate to capture the memory, Est pulled his phone out of his purse and opened the camera app.

He lifted the phone, centering the frame on William's profile. Through the screen, William looked incredibly handsome, the passing streetlights and golden neon signs casting shifting shadows across his sharp jawline and the soft grey cotton of his sweatshirt.

"Look here for a second," Est commanded softly, tapping the record button.

William caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He didn't turn his head completely away from the road, but a fond, incredibly goofy grin instantly split his face. He held his left hand up, flashing a quick peace sign for the camera before wrapping his fingers back around the steering wheel.

"Are you documenting my driving skills?" William joked, his voice full of amusement.

"I'm documenting the chauffeur who drives me around but wears an oversized sweatshirt to a fancy restaurant," Est countered smoothly, zooming in slightly on William's face.

William barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Hey, this sweatshirt is comfortable! And besides, I wanted to be cozy. You look entirely too expensive, by the way. I feel like I'm underdressed for my own date."

"You are," Est chuckled, lowering the phone slightly but keeping the video rolling. He looked from the screen to the real William sitting beside him, his chest tightening with a warm, familiar affection. "But I like it. It's very you. It balances us out. Makes it look like you're my bodyguard.”

"A bodyguard who buys you roses?" William murmured, his voice dropping into a slightly lower, teasing register.

"Maybe I'm just a very demanding boss," Est countered, leaning his head back against the leather seat, the camera still capturing the shifting neon lights painting across William's profile. There was a subtle, electric hum of tension in the tight space of the car—the kind that always simmered between them when they finally escaped the noise of the studio and the crowds.

William didn't reply out loud. Instead, as the car idled at the intersection, he reached across the center console. His fingers brushed lightly against Est's bare forearm, tracing a slow line upward before his thumb settled right over the skin just below the rolled-up black silk sleeve. He gave a quiet, firm squeeze—a silent, grounding gesture that spoke volumes more than any grand declaration.

Est's breath caught slightly at the sudden warmth of the touch. He turned the camera off, sliding his phone onto the dashboard so he could turn his arm over, sliding his palm against William's until their fingers intertwined tightly.

"I appreciate the flowers," Est murmured, his voice softening just a fraction, though his eyes still held a lingering, challenging spark. "And... I finally wore the shirt you gave me for Christmas. Figured it was about time."

William’s eyes dropped down to the black silk, the fabric shifting beautifully over Est's shoulders under the amber glow of the streetlights. A small, private smile touched his lips—one that he tried to hide by looking back out at the road as the light turned green.

He just squeezed Est’s hand back tightly, his thumb rubbing small circles against the back of Est's palm, completely refusing to let go even as he pressed his foot onto the gas pedal to navigate through the crowded streets.

The car slowed to a smooth stop in front of the restaurant, the tires whispering against the pavement. The entrance of Rìto was subtle, marked by dark wood paneling, warm amber lighting, and sleek blinds that shielded the interior from the bustling Bangkok streets.

William cut the engine, the sudden quiet filling the cabin. Est moved to unbuckle his seat belt, his arms still cradling the heavy bouquet of red roses. He glanced down at the dark crimson petals, then back at William.

"Leave them," William said softly, nodding toward the passenger seat. "They’ll be safer in here while we eat."

Est hesitated for a fraction of a second, his fingers lingering on the wrapping paper, before gently placing the flowers down on the smooth leather. "Okay. But they better still be fresh when we get back."

"I'll make sure of it," William murmured, a quiet amusement in his voice as he stepped out of the car.

They walked inside together, the cool, air-conditioned sanctuary of the restaurant instantly wrapping around them. The interior was beautifully intimate—shadows dancing across dark wooden tables under the soft, low glow of hanging lamps. It felt entirely private, a stark contrast to the bright studio lights they had spent all day under.

The hostess led them to a quiet corner table, right beside the wooden window slats. The setup was minimal and elegant, complete with deep green table mats that perfectly caught the dim, moody aesthetic of the room. As they sat down across from each other, the visual contrast between them was striking: Est in his sleek, expensive-looking black silk button-up with his hair perfectly swept back, and William leaning back comfortably in his oversized, casual grey sweatshirt.

"See? I told you it looks like you're my bodyguard," Est teased quietly, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand, his silver earrings catching the amber light.

William just let out a low chuckle, his eyes tracking the way the silk shirt draped over Est's shoulders. He didn't defend his outfit choice. Instead, he simply reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and laid it face down on the table, a tiny, knowing glint in his eyes.

They ordered their food, the conversation flowing in that easy, unhurried rhythm that only belonged to them when the cameras were off. There was a lingering, heavy tension across the green mat—the brush of a sneaker under the table, the slow, deliberate way their eyes would lock over a shared glass of water.

Once the main plates were cleared, the low chatter of the restaurant seemed to quiet down. Est was just about to say something when a waiter approached their table, carrying a heavy, covered tray.

Est blinked, looking up in surprise. "Did you order dessert? I thought you said you didn't want anything sweet tonight."

William didn't answer. He just leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, a rare, incredibly smug expression settling onto his face as he watched Est's reaction.

The waiter politely bowed, carefully lifting the cover to reveal a massive, breathtaking truffle cheesecake. It was magnificent—the rich, velvety surface of the cake was meticulously adorned with shimmering, delicate flakes of real gold leaf, catching the dim restaurant light like a prize. Right beside the plate, written in elegant script, were the words: Happy Birthday.

Est’s breath caught in his throat. He looked from the shimmering gold on the cake to the green table mat, his mind briefly trying to calculate how much a masterpiece like this even cost. He knew KARRAT cakes weren't just expensive; they were an absolute luxury.

"William..." Est breathed, his eyes wide as he looked across the table. The teasing, confident edge he usually held completely melted away, replaced by a soft, stunned vulnerability. "What is this? You... you really did this?"

William’s smug grin softened, his eyes turning intensely fond as he took in Est’s starstruck expression. He reached across the table, his hand sliding over the green mat until his fingers brushed against Est's wrist, his thumb rubbing a quiet, reassuring circle against the smooth skin.

"Happy birthday, once again," William said softly, his voice low and completely earnest. "I told you I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Est couldn’t form a single coherent word. His gaze darted frantically from the shimmering gold leaf catching the amber light to the boy sitting across from him, and then right back to the cake. His brain completely short-circuited.

Seeing the total, wide-eyed paralysis freezing Est’s face, William let out a soft laugh. "Hello? Are you still with me?"

Est didn't say a word. Instead, he abruptly dropped his elbows onto the table and buried his face entirely inside his palms, his shoulders dropping.

William’s eyes widened slightly, a flash of mild panic replacing his amusement. He leaned forward over the green table mat, his hand reaching out. "Hey, hey. Don't tell me you're gonna cry over a cake!?"

After a few tense seconds, Est slowly lifted his face from his hands. He hadn't actually shed a tear, but his eyes were undeniably glassy and rimmed with a soft pink, his bottom lip pushed out into a massive, heavy pout.

William’s heart did a dangerous flip at the sight. He quickly raised a hand, trying to de-escalate the sudden wave of emotion. "Oh. Oh, hey, listen—"

"Do you even know how much all of this costs?" Est cut him off, his voice a little thick, modernizing his panic into a rapid-fire lecture.

William bit back a smile, dropping his chin slightly. "Yes."

"No, you don't!" Est insisted, gesturing dramatically toward the masterpiece between them. "First of all, the flowers—which I completely didn't expect. And then this restaurant. And the dinner. And now this? This is my absolute favorite cake, William, do you know how ridiculous this is?"

William’s lips twitched, a quiet chuckle bubbling in his chest. He nodded slowly, trying to look apologetic but failing entirely.

"Stop smiling!" Est snapped, though there was zero heat behind it—just pure, overwhelmed emotion.

William instantly raised both hands in a mock gesture of total surrender, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

"I'm serious!" Est yapped, his hands flying up to touch his own burning ears before dropping back to his lap. He leaned over the table, his eyes locked onto the gold flakes. "What am I even supposed to do with this? Am I supposed to actually eat it or just stare at it? You spent all this money on a cake for me, but you’re literally wearing a sweatshirt you probably bought on sale!"

"Oh what? You're not letting this sweatshirt affair away and it was a gift," William interjected softly, his voice dripping with fond amusement as he watched Est entirely crash out over the gesture.

"I don't care if it was free! The math isn't mathing, William!" Est continued to rumble, his pout only deepening as he looked at the elegant script writing out his belated birthday message. The sheer weight of how much thought, effort, and money William had poured into tonight just to make up for a few missed weeks was hitting him all at once. "You're ridiculous. Truly. A total maniac."

William let his hands drop back to the table. The playful smirk left his face, replaced by a gaze so intensely warm and steady that it effectively cut off the rest of Est's breathless rant. He reached across the green mat, his larger hand gently covering Est's restless fingers, pinning them softly against the wood.

"Phi…" William murmured, his voice low, steady, and grounding. "It’s just a cake."

"It has gold on it," Est whispered back, his voice finally losing its frantic edge, leaving him looking incredibly small and soft under the low lights.

"I don't care if it's made of diamonds," William said, his thumb smoothing over the back of Est's knuckles. "You've been working yourself to death. We both have. If a ridiculous cake makes you look at me with that expression, then it's worth every single baht. Now, stop worrying about my bank account and take a bite. I didn't buy it just for it to sit there and look pretty."

Est stared down at their joined hands, the initial shock slowly settling into a deep, heavy warmth that pooled right in the center of his chest. He let out a long, defeated sigh, though the massive pout still lingered on his lips as he looked up through his lashes.

"If I gain weight from this, it's your fault," Est muttered, though he finally reached for the small silver dessert fork beside his plate.

"I'll take full responsibility," William promised, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he finally let go of Est's hand so he could watch him take the first expensive bite.

William slid the silver cake knife into his hand, positioning the blade carefully over the rich, gold-dusted surface to cut the first slice. Before the metal could even breach the frosting, a sharp smack echoed over the table.

William paused, blinking down at his hand, then up at Est, who was glaring at him with fierce protection.

"Don't touch it," Est commanded, swiping his hand through the air as if defending a sacred artifact. "I need to take pictures first."

William let out a quiet huff of laughter, slowly setting the knife back down onto the pristine white tablecloth. "Oh, yeah. Sure. I forgot who I was out with."

Est leveled him with a thoroughly judging, unamused look before pulling his phone out of his purse. The emotional, pouty boy from two minutes ago vanished instantly, replaced by a man on a mission. He leaned over the table, tilting his phone this way and that, checking how the amber light filtered through the wooden window blinds and hit the shimmering gold leaf. He took close-ups of the intricate details, then wide angles that perfectly framed the deep green table mat underneath.

Once he was satisfied with the solo shots of the masterpiece, he handed his phone across the table."Take one of me with it. Don't ruin the framing."

William took the phone with a fond, silent shake of his head. He waited patiently as Est adjusted his posture, leaning his chin in his hand and looking down at the cake with a soft, perfectly practiced expression that let his silver earrings catch the light. William snapped a few, his thumb pressing the shutter repeatedly just to catch the fleeting, genuine smiles Est let slip between poses. Then, they swapped, Est demanding William pose too, resulting in a shot of William looking slightly goofy but incredibly relaxed in his grey sweatshirt, his arms spread wide as if presenting a prize.

With the photoshoot officially concluded, William picked the knife back up to finally portion out the dessert. Across the table, Est was already buried in his phone, his thumbs flying across the screen as he inspected the high-def shots.

"Send those to me," William murmured, nodding toward Est's glowing screen as he cleanly sliced through the rich, velvety layers of the cake.

"Mm," Est hummed, his fingers quickly selecting the best files and firing them over via Line.

While Est took his first bite, the rich, savory hit of the truffle and sweet cream melting over his tongue, William quietly opened X on his own phone. He selected a photo he had just taken—the one where the warm amber lighting caught the soft, genuine crinkle around Est's eyes as he looked down at the gold-flaked cake.

William paused for a second, his expression turning intensely grounded and private as he typed out a caption, hitting post just as he slid a generous slice across the green mat toward his boy.

A sharp chime echoed from Est’s phone. He blinked, setting his silver fork down, and tapped the notification.

It was a post from William.

> @Williamjkp1

> May life surprise you in all the right ways and i really hope this years brings you a lot of reason to smile.. Happy Birthday na jaaa🩵

Est’s breath hitched slightly. Sitting right across from the guy who had just typed those words. The sheer weight of William's affection felt incredibly heavy in the quiet corner of the restaurant. Est didn't say a single word out loud. He didn't even look up to meet William's gaze. Instead, a soft, helpless smile took over his face as his thumbs hit the quote-repost button.

> @EstRvp

> You smile....I smile🤗

He locked his phone and slid it back onto the green mat, finally raising his eyes. William was already looking back at him, a deep, silent satisfaction warming his dark eyes as he watched the flush on Est's cheeks deepen.

As the night stretched on, the heavy, decadent sweetness of the cake was paired with a bottle of wine. Or rather, a bottle of wine that Est mostly handled himself. Because William was the designated driver, he kept his intake strictly limited, content to sip his water and watch the alcohol slowly take effect across the table.

And take effect it did.

Est, as William knew all too well, was an absolute hazard when he was drunk. He didn't just get sleepy; he became a beautifully chaotic, clingy, filterless mess. By the time the bottle was nearing its end, the sophisticated, expensive-looking man in the black silk shirt had completely devolved. Est was currently slumped slightly in his chair, his cheeks flushed a pretty, dark rose color that matched the bouquet waiting in the car, his eyes heavy and unfocused as he mumbled nonsense syllables while trying to balance a tiny crumb of cake on his fork.

William watched him, leaning his chin in his hand, a quiet, protective instinct settling deep into his bones. The playful teasing from earlier was gone, replaced by the familiar, steady realization that he was going to have his hands completely full tonight.

"Alright, birthday boy," William murmured softly, reaching across the table to gently pry the fork from Est's loose fingers. "I think you're done.”

William raised a hand, signaling the waiter to bring the bill. He took out his card and paid the total without a second thought, his attention already entirely split between the receipt and the boy sitting across from him. Est was still slumped forward, resting his heavy chin on his forearm, his lips moving in a series of quiet, incoherent mumbles directed at the empty dessert plate.

"Come on," William murmured affectionately. He reached across the green mat to pick up Est’s small designer purse, slipping the strap securely over his own wrist.

Standing up, William walked around the table until he was right beside Est's chair. He lowered himself slowly, bending at the knees to bring his face level with Est's unfocused gaze. "P'Est. Hey. Look at me," he called out softly, his voice a gentle, grounding rumble. "Can you walk? Or do I need to carry you out of here?"

Est blinked heavily, his dark eyes wandering over the soft grey fabric of William's sweatshirt before drifting off toward the dim shadows of the restaurant. He didn't answer, completely locked inside his own hazy, wine-induced world.

William let out a quiet, fond sigh, a helpless smile catching on his lips. "Right. No help from you tonight, then."

Taking matters into his own hands, William gently took hold of Est's wrist, lifting his arm and draping it securely over his own broad shoulders. Bracing his feet, he wrapped one strong arm firmly around Est’s waist, hoisting him up from the chair in one smooth motion.

The sudden shift in weight caused Est to lurch forward, his body completely relaxed and unhelpful. William shifted his stance rapidly as they both swayed on the spot, his boots gripping the floor.

"Whoa, hey," William whispered near Est's ear, tightening his grip on the smooth black silk at Est's waist to pull him flush against his chest. "Please cooperate with me a little bit, or we are both going to crash our faces straight into the floor."

Whether it was the firm pressure of William's arm or the sound of the pet name, Est let out a tiny, muffled sound against William's shoulder but managed to find a modicum of balance. Very carefully, William began to guide him forward. He kept his arm locked tightly around Est's waist, anchoring him close as they navigated past the dark wood paneling and out of the intimate, low-lit dining room.

The cool, crisp air of the Bangkok night hit them the moment they stepped through the glass doors of Rìto. William carefully steered a wandering Est toward the passenger side of his parked car. Juggling the weight, he managed to pop the door open with his free hand.

Before sliding Est inside, William reached into the front seat and carefully took the heavy bouquet of red roses. He tossed them onto the backseat, out of harm's way, ensuring the velvety petals wouldn't get crushed.

Turning back to Est, he gently lowered him onto the cool leather of the passenger seat. Est collapsed backward into the chair with a soft groan, his head rolling against the headrest as his eyelids fluttered shut. William leaned deep into the cabin, pulling the seat belt across Est's torso and clicking it securely into the buckle. He paused for just a second, his fingers gently brushing a few stray strands of dark hair away from Est's flushed cheek before he stepped back and shut the heavy door with a quiet, solid click.

Walking around the hood of the car under the glowing streetlights, William slid into the driver's seat and locked the doors, finally shutting the silent, warm sanctuary of the car around them.

The trapped heat of the Bangkok evening had leaked into the vehicle, making the cabin stiflingly warm before the climate control could fully kick in. Feeling the sweat start to prickle at the back of his neck, William grabbed the hem of his oversized grey sweatshirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion. Underneath, he was wearing a simple, ribbed black vest that clung tightly to his frame, exposing the sharp definition of his shoulders and chest. He folded the heavy sweatshirt with practiced neatness, shoving it deep into his duffel bag on the floorboards before turning his full attention back to the beautiful disaster in the passenger seat.

Est was a complete goner. A few stray, dark strands of hair had fallen across his damp forehead, disrupting his perfectly styled look. William leaned over, his touch feather-light as he combed the unruly bangs away from Est's eyes with his fingers. Reaching down, he found the lever at the side of the seat and gently clicked it back, lowering the headrest so Est could lie down at a more comfortable, reclined angle. Satisfied, William twisted the key, started the engine, and finally pulled into the street.

For the first few minutes, the only sound was the low hum of the tires against the asphalt and Est’s soft, unintelligible mumbles. William couldn't catch a single word, merely chuckling at the rhythmic, sleepy cadence of it.

Suddenly, the peace shattered.

"OIII!" Est erupted, bolting upright in his seat so fast his head nearly smacked the sun visor. He began to thump his feet violently against the floorboards, his face twisted in utter aggravation.

William virtually jumped out of his skin, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the knuckles went white. "Whoa! now what's wrong?"

"It's so hot! It's too hot!" Est whined dramatically, his fingers instantly flying to the collar of his black silk shirt. With clumsy, aggressive movements, he began ripping the buttons open, desperate to expose his chest to the air.

"Hey, hey, stop! Don't do that," William commanded, quickly steering the car to a halt along the curb of a quieter side street. He reached across the console, his large hand firmly clamping over Est's erratic fingers to freeze them in place before he could expose himself completely. With his other hand, William cranked the AC dial to its maximum setting, a blast of arctic air rushing from the vents, and gently guided Est back down against the reclined leather.

But the moment Est's back hit the seat, he refused to let go of William's hand.

Using both of his palms, Est gripped William's hand like a lifeline, dragging it up against his own flushed, wine-warm cheek. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to snuggle into William's palm, rubbing his face against the rough skin like a needy cat, his bottom lip jutting out into an impossibly large pout.

William’s chest tightened, a helpless, incredibly soft smile breaking across his features. He shifted his weight, lowering his body over the center console to frame Est's face better, his thumb gently caressing the soft curve of Est's cheekbone. "Baby... I need to drive. Let me go."

"I don't care," Est mumbled into his palm, his voice muffled but entirely stubborn.

"If you don't let me go, we're going to be stuck sitting in this car in the middle of the road all night," William reasoned softly, a quiet chuckle slipping out. "And we both have work tomorrow morning, remember?"

At the mention of the word "work", Est’s eyes snapped wide open. He stared up at William through the dim interior light, the gigantic pout on his lips trembling.

William froze. Oh no. Is he gonna cry?

Before William could even attempt to fix it, a small, pathetic sob hitched in Est's throat. Within seconds, the tiny sound ballooned into full-blown, trembling sobs, his chest heaving under the half-unbuttoned black silk.

Okay he is crying. William, you're screwed. William went into a state of total, panicked red-alert. "No, no, no, no! Listen to me! I'm staying here. Look at me, I'm right here. I'll let you hold me for as long as you want. We'll skip work tomorrow, okay? We'll cancel everything. Just please, please don't cry..."

But William’s desperate bargaining was completely useless against the chaotic logic of a drunk Est. Warm, heavy tears spilled over the brims of Est's eyes, rolling down directly onto the back of William's hand. It broke something inside William. Moving his hand, he gently used his thumb to wipe the damp tracks from Est's burning cheeks, his voice dropping into a comforting, low register.

"It's okay... don't cry, baby," William whispered, leaning down further to press a soft, lingering kiss right against Est's forehead.

Instead of soothing him, Est let out a louder, more miserable wail.

William pulled back, looking completely frantic, his own face contorting into a look of dramatic, sheer despair. Wait, he don't wanna be kissed? "I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" William gasped internally, feeling like he was suddenly stuck in a locked car with a temperamental three-year-old in the literal dead center of Bangkok.

"Why are you... why are you so good to me?!" Est suddenly choked out, his words cutting through his own heavy sobs as he finally bared his hyper-emotional mind.

Before William could even process the question, Est launched into a breathless, unhinged yap session, the words tumbling out of his mouth in one continuous, desperate gasp. "Why do you have to treat me so well, huh? You buy me these stupidly beautiful flowers, you get me this ridiculous gold cake that I didn't even ask for but I love so much, and then you're taking me home and looking at me like I'm the only thing that matters! You're always taking care of me, fixing my hair, buckling my seat belt—do you know how frustrating it is? You make it so hard for me to breathe when you look at me like that! I'm a mess right now and you're just... you're just being perfect! And why are you so handsome?"

William sat entirely still, his hand still resting against Est's warm neck, completely captivated. He didn't interrupt a single time. He just leaned there in his black vest, listening with an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion, letting Est empty every single wine-soaked, overwhelmed thought out into the open air until the younger boy finally ran out of breath, his chest heaving as he stared up with wet, accusatory eyes.

William waited a beat, ensuring the storm had truly passed. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice incredibly quiet and smooth.

Est’s mouth parted, his chest expanding as he prepared to launch into round two, but William didn't give him the chance. Leaning down, William caught Est’s trembling lips in a brief, sweet peck, successfully sealing his mouth shut.

When William pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes were locked directly onto Est's stunned ones. "Listen to me," William murmured, the deep, steady timbre of his voice vibrating in the tight space between them. "I'm not doing any of this because we're in a relationship, phi. I don't buy you flowers or take you out because it's some kind of duty or a checkbox I have to tick off as your boyfriend. I do it because I love you. Plain and simple."

Est let out a tiny, shaky breath, his eyes staring unblinkingly at William's face.

"I do it because when I'm stuck in those grueling rehearsals all day, or when the schedule gets so suffocating I feel like I can't breathe, the only thing that keeps me grounded is knowing I get to come home to you," William continued, his fingers gently tracing the line of Est's jaw. "Seeing you happy makes me happy. I want both of us to be happy, Est. Every single baht, every single minute I spend planning something for you—it’s not a burden. It's the easiest thing I've ever done in my life. I love you. So stop overthinking it, okay?"

A final, soft sob escaped Est's lips, but the distress was entirely gone, replaced by a deep, vulnerable awe.

"You know, I love you," William repeated, his voice a soft promise against Est's lips before he leaned down and closed the remaining distance between them.

The kiss wasn't like the quick peck from before; it was slow, deep, and heavy with everything William had just confessed. William’s lips parted over Est's, tasting the lingering sweetness of the truffle cake and the rich, dark warmth of the wine. It was a thoroughly grounding sensation. William slid his hand up from Est's jaw, his fingers tangling into the damp strands of hair at the back of his neck, anchoring him securely. He drank in Est's soft, compliant sighs, his lips moving with a deliberate, possessive tenderness that made the entire world outside the car windows completely vanish.

When William finally broke the contact, pulling away with a slow, agonizing reluctance, Est let out a sharp, ragged gasp for air. His eyes were dark, heavy with a sudden, intense heat that had nothing to do with the wine.

Frantic for more, Est blindly lifted his head off the headrest, his hands reaching up to grab the straps of William's black vest to pull him back down for another kiss.

But William gently caught his wrists, a soft, amused smile playing on his lips as he held him back. "Ah, no. You need to let me drive now."

"Nooo," Est whined, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly pout as he tugged lightly against William's grip. "I want to kiss more. Come here."

William’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling fondly at the sheer clinginess of his man. He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss against Est's flushed cheek instead, his lips brushing over the soft skin. "Let's go home first, okay? We'll have all the time we want."

Est blinked heavily, processing the promise before he finally let out a defeated hum and nodded his head against the seat. "Okay. Home."

William squeezed his hands one last time before letting go, shifting back into the driver's seat. He checked his mirrors and pulled back onto the road, the steady, quiet hum of the car guiding them through the neon lights.

When William finally rolled the car into the familiar underground parking garage of Est’s apartment complex, the silence that followed the engine cut felt heavy, thick with a entirely different kind of electricity. William wasted no time. He moved with a practiced, efficient rhythm—unbuckling his own belt, reaching into the footwell to grab his duffel bag, and slinging the strap of Est’s small designer purse over his wrist. He twisted around to pull the heavy, velvety bouquet of red roses from the backseat, cradling the parchment wrapping against his forearm.

Rounding the hood of the car, he popped the passenger door open, ready to carefully hoist a half-conscious, wine-soaked Est into his arms.

But the moment the cool garage air swept into the cabin, Est’s eyes blinked open, a sudden surge of drunken, stubborn clarity taking over. As William leaned down, arms outstretched, Est abruptly lifted a palm, slapping a dramatic, shaky pause sign right in front of William’s face.

"Stop," Est mumbled, his voice thick but fiercely independent as he dragged himself out of the leather seat. He planted his boots on the concrete, swaying slightly like a tree in a light breeze. "I got it. It’s my home. I know the way."

William’s entire body went completely rigid with tension. He let out a breathless, anxious hum, tracking Est’s erratic, looping steps like a hawk. He didn't dare force his grip, knowing how stubborn Est could get when the alcohol hit his pride, but he hovered exactly two inches behind him. His arms were slightly bent, fingers twitched and completely prepared to execute a life-saving tackle the exact millisecond Est’s balance gave out.

"Phi, just let me hold you," William muttered under his breath, his eyes glued to the heels of Est's boots.

"No," Est dictated, aggressively gesturing toward the heavy glass doors of the lobby. "I am a grown man. Watch me walk."

He marched forward with an exaggerated, high-kneed stride that lasted all of three seconds before his boot caught the slight elevation of the lobby threshold.

William’s breath locked entirely in his throat. He lunged forward, his heart hammering against his ribs as Est tilted precariously to the left. But before William’s fingers could catch the smooth black silk of his shirt, Est somehow managed to overcorrect, throwing his shoulders back and steadying himself against the wall with a loud, hollow thud. (Yup there we go, he's walking)

"See?" Est chirped, completely unbothered as he turned his flushed face back to a profoundly stressed William. "Perfectly fine. I told you."

"Yeah sure. You're going to give me a heart attack before we even get upstairs," William groaned, his chest heaving as he finally managed to shepherd Est into the waiting elevator.

The heavy metal doors slid shut, sealing them inside the mirrored box. The sudden lack of motion seemed to shift something in Est’s foggy brain. He whirled around, his dark eyes locking onto William’s bare shoulders and the tight fit of his black vest. A massive, brilliant, and completely shameless smile split Est's face as he stepped directly into William's personal space, his hands coming up to rest flat against William’s chest.

"We’re home now," Est declared, his voice dropping into a breathless, demanding purr. "Let's kiss. You promised."

William let out a choked laugh, his back pressing flat against the handrail of the lift as he juggled the heavy bouquet of roses and the duffel bag in his hands. “Oho... look up. We are literally in the elevator. There are cameras."

Est’s head tilted back, his eyes tracking the small black lens in the corner of the ceiling before he looked back at William, his bottom lip instantly ballooning into a massive, deeply offended pout. He dropped his head against William’s chest with a dramatic, heavy sigh, muttering something entirely unflattering about building security under his breath.

The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to reveal the quiet, carpeted hallway of Est’s floor.

Breaking away with a renewed sense of purpose, Est stumbled out first, making a direct bee-line for his apartment door. He slid his hands into the front pockets of his trousers, fingers clawing at the fabric, before frantically patting down his back pockets. His movements grew sharper, faster, and completely panicked.

Suddenly, he whirled around, his eyes wide with absolute terror as he practically screamed William's name. "William! Oh my god, William, my keys are missing! They're gone. Someone stole them at the restaurant. We're locked out."

William stood a few feet back, the heavy bouquet of roses still cradled in his arm. He stared at Est’s sheer, unadulterated panic, his lips twitching violently as he tried with everything inside his soul to hold back his laughter. He failed in the absolute worst way. A loud, rumbling snort escaped his nose, his shoulders shaking as he lifted his arm, deliberately shaking the small designer purse dangling from his wrist. The distinctive, metallic clink-clink of Est's room keys echoed clearly through the quiet hallway.

Est froze, his eyes dropping to the purse, then up to William’s incredibly amused, dimpled grin.

"I stole your keys," William chuckled softly, stepping past him. He set the duffel bag down by the wall and reached inside the purse, pulling the keys out to slot them into the lock.

He didn't even get a chance to turn the deadbolt.

Before the key could click, Est lunged from behind, throwing his entire weight against William’s back. His long arms wrapped tightly around William’s chest, his fingers bunching into the fabric of the black vest as he anchored himself completely. Est buried his face directly between William’s shoulder blades, inhaling the clean, familiar scent of his skin, and began to snuggle his nose against the warm muscle.

"William is so cute," Est mumbled into the fabric, his voice soft, muffled, and dripping with an overwhelming, hazy affection that completely melted the last of William's amusement. "You remember everything... my flowers, my cake, my bag, my keys. Best bodyguard ever."

William paused, his hand lingering on the key. A deep, heavy warmth settled over his features as he felt the solid, trusting weight of Est pressed entirely against his back. He turned his head slightly, his cheek brushing against the dark strands of Est's hair.

"Yeah, well," William whispered, turning the key until the lock clicked open, his voice dropping into that low, private register. "This bodyguard expects a very high payment. Come on.”

William managed to push the door open with his foot, steering his heavy frame into the quiet apartment with Est still securely glued to his back. The familiar, cool scent of Est's place rushed to meet them, a silent welcoming committee. Moving with practiced ease, William stepped up to the entryway table, setting down his heavy duffel bag and carefully placing the massive, fragrant bouquet of red roses right beside it.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Est finally uncoiled from his back. He didn't wander off. He aggressively kicked off his boots, letting them clutter haphazardly against the shoe rack, and stepped right back into William’s space before the younger boy could even turn around.

Before William could even pivot, Est’s front was flush against his back again. Est's arms snaked around his middle, locking tightly over the ribbed cotton of William’s black vest. He didn't hesitate. Est buried his face directly into the warm slope where William’s neck met his shoulder, pressing a heavy, open-mouthed kiss against the skin.

A breathless, helpless smile broke across William's face as he felt the intense, damp heat of Est's lips. "Phi Est..." he murmured, his head tilting to the side to give him better access, though he was trying to maintain a shred of control. "At least let me turn the lights on."

Est didn't care about the lights. He wasn't stopping. His kisses trailed upward, hot and erratic, following the sharp line of William’s jaw until he reached the shell of his ear. Est leaned in, his teeth catching the sensitive edge of William’s earlobe in a sharp, deliberate bite.

A low, gravelly groan ripped from the back of William’s throat. The sharp sting of the bite effectively shattered the last of his patience.

Spinning around in the dark entryway, William gripped Est’s waist with both hands, his large palms anchoring firmly against the smooth black silk of his shirt. He pressed Est back just an inch, his dark eyes burning down into Est’s heavy, wine-glazed ones. "You literally cannot keep your hands off me tonight," William breathed, his voice thick and rough. "What is happening to you?"

Est looked up at him through the dark strands of hair falling into his eyes, his cheeks beautifully flushed, his usual cool confidence completely replaced by a raw, unedited need. "I missed you," Est confessed, his voice dropping into a soft, stubborn whimper as he gripped the fabric of William’s vest. "We're always surrounded by people. Everywhere we go. I just wanted to be alone with you so bad. I wanted to touch you without someone staring at us."

The raw honesty hit William right in the chest, the lingering warmth from the restaurant exploding into pure, unadulterated possessiveness.

"Yeah?" William murmured, his grip on Est's waist tightening until the fabric of the black shirt bunched beneath his fingers. "You're alone with me now."

In one swift, commanding movement, William shifted their weight. He stepped forward, his body pushing Est backward a few paces until the back of Est’s thighs hit the edge of the entryway table. The sudden contact made the wooden structure creak slightly, the bouquet of roses rustling behind them. With Est's hips pinned firmly against the wood, William stepped deep between his thighs, completely taking charge of the space, his broad shoulders towering over him in the dim light.

The shift in authority completely wired through Est's system. He didn't back down; he leaned entirely into it. Est’s hands flew up, his arms wrapping tightly around William’s neck as his fingers dived straight into the thick, dark strands of hair at the back of William’s head. He gripped the handfuls of hair firmly, tilting William’s head down, and yanked him into a kiss.

There was absolutely nothing soft about it. The gentle, reassuring sweetness from the car was completely incinerated, replaced by a devastating surge of raw heat and pure, long-denied need.

The moment their lips crashed together, their mouths centered with an aggressive, desperate hunger. Est parted his lips with a sharp gasp, and William immediately took advantage, his tongue sliding deep into the slick, warm cavern of Est's mouth. Est met him with equal fervor, his tongue tangling frantically against William's, drinking in the rich taste of the wine and the lingering sweetness of the cake they had shared.

The kiss quickly became loud and incredibly wet in the quiet apartment. The sharp, frantic friction of their lips and the desperate slide of their tongues generated a heavy rush of saliva, slicking their mouths as they devoured each other. A thin, glistening thread of spit escaped the corner of Est's lips, trailing down the sharp line of his chin as William tilted his head to deepen the angle, his mouth consuming Est's completely. Est let out a strangled, needy whine straight into William’s throat, his fingers tightening in William’s hair, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of air left between their chests.

Est’s hands slid down the column of William’s neck, his palms slick with sweat as they gripped the hem of the tight black vest. He didn't waste a second, tucking his fingers underneath the fabric to map out the bare, burning skin of William’s lower back. The direct contact sent a violent jolt of electricity through Est's system. He splayed his fingers wide, his palms digging into the hard, damp muscle as he pulled William flush against him, desperate to eliminate any remaining distance. The sudden, heavy shift of their combined weight made the wooden entryway table creak loudly in the darkness.

They finally broke the kiss for a desperate gasp of air, their breaths mingling in hot, uneven puffs. William’s eyes were pitch-black with heat. Before pulling away completely, he caught Est’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down with a firm, possessive pressure before releasing it with a distinct, wet pop.

Est let out a sharp, breathless whimper, his head rolling back against the dark wall.

William didn't give him a chance to recover. His lips immediately trailed down the sharp line of Est’s chin, lingering over his jawline before pressing heavy, bruising kisses into the sensitive column of his neck. His tongue slaved over the racing pulse point, leaving a glistening, wet trail of saliva in its wake. Even through the haze of pure lust, a fraction of William's sanity remained—he kept his suction careful, deliberately spreading the heat around to ensure he wouldn't leave a visible mark that the styling crew would have to cover up the next morning.

"Take it off," Est choked out, his voice a broken, gravelly rasp near William's ear. His hands were clawing at the vest, pulling the ribbed cotton upward.

William didn't need to be told twice. He backed up just an inch, his chest heaving as he grabbed the hem and yanked the vest completely over his head, tossing the discarded fabric blindly onto the floor. The moment his bare chest was exposed, Est lunged forward again, his palms immediately slapping flat against William’s warm, defined pecs, his fingers tracing the rigid line of his abs.

Their lips crashed back together with a desperate, sloppy hunger, their tongues immediately tangling in a loud, slick rhythm.

While keeping Est anchored with one hand, William used his free hand to attack the front of Est's black silk shirt. His fingers were clumsy with impatience, ripping the middle buttons entirely out of their loops. He grabbed the expensive fabric by the collar and tugged it down forcefully. The smooth, slippery material slid effortlessly down Est's arms, bunching around his elbows and completely exposing his bare, fair shoulders and chest to the cool apartment air.

William abruptly tore his mouth away, his breathing ragged as his gaze dropped down to take in the sight.

Est was slumped back against the edge of the table, completely breathless. His lips were parted, swollen a deep crimson, and glistening with a thick layer of saliva. Under the faint, amber glow bleeding in from the window blinds, his pale skin practically glowed, the sharp contours of his collarbones and the lean muscle of his chest looking entirely like a masterpiece sculpted from marble.

A heavy, dark curse ripped from William's throat. "Fuck... you're so beautiful like this."

The sheer visual sent William over the edge. He buried his face into the slope of Est's neck, his mouth clamping down on the high ridge of his collarbone. He sucked and licked the fair skin, his hand moving down to grip the bare flesh of Est's hip, digging his fingers in hard enough to leave faint red marks. Est’s fingers clenched violently into William’s bare shoulders, his back arching off the table as a loud, trembling moan shattered the quiet of the room. Every touch was frantic, heavy with the suffocating intensity of a need they had been forcing themselves to contain for far too long.

Est slid down from the edge of the wooden table, his knees meeting the floor right between William’s parted thighs. He looked up through his dark, messy bangs, his eyes heavy and dark with a completely unhinged focus.

William’s chest heaved, his bare skin slick with sweat as he looked down at him. Driven by a raw, demanding urge, William lifted his hand, pressing the flat of his thumb firmly against Est’s wet, swollen lips. Est didn't hesitate; his mouth parted instantly, taking the thick digit inside, his tongue swirling around the knuckle as he began to suck on it with a slow, deliberate heat, his eyes never breaking contact with William's.

A dark flush crept up William’s neck, a ragged breath escaping his teeth.

While keeping his mouth wrapped around William’s thumb, Est’s hands moved downward to attack the silver buckle of William’s belt. His fingers were slightly clumsy from the wine, but the frantic need made him quick. He clicked the metal loose, pulling the leather strap through the loops with a sharp, heavy snap, and quickly unzipped the fly. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of William's trousers, pushing the heavy denim down past his thighs until they pooled around his knees, trapping William in place.

Est finally let William's thumb slip from his lips, a thin thread of saliva bridging the gap before he leaned his face right back in. His bare palms slid up William’s thighs, his fingers digging into the firm muscles before settling over the prominent hardness trapped tightly inside his boxers. Est’s thumb found the very tip through the thin fabric, pressing down firmly, testing the heavy weight of him.

William let out a deep, restricted groan, his head tossing back as his hips twitched involuntarily against the pressure.

Est leaned closer, tilting his head until his flushed, warm cheek was rubbing directly against the rigid length, snuggling against the heat of William's cock through the cotton like a cat marking its territory. "Can I suck it?" Est whispered against the fabric, his voice a gravelly, needy vibration that wired straight down William’s spine.

William’s hand dived into the back of Est’s hair, his fingers gripping the dark strands tightly to anchor him before his palm slid down to cup Est's burning cheek. His thumb stroked over the damp skin, his voice dropping into a rough, completely ruined whisper. "You can do whatever you want. It's all yours. Everything."

A beautiful, wicked smile broke across Est's face at the absolute surrender in William's voice. Without wasting another second, he hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of the boxers and pulled them down in one smooth, downward motion, freeing William's heavy cock into the cool air of the room.

Est’s long, slender fingers wrapped tightly around the root of William’s cock, his thumb immediately tracing up the smooth, throbbing shaft to smear the wetness gathering at the tip. He leaned in, his dark eyes locked onto William’s face as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss directly over the head. He flicked his tongue out, circling the sensitive rim with a slow, agonizing deliberation that made William’s stomach drop.

When Est finally opened his mouth, sliding the hot tip past his lips, the sudden, suffocating warmth almost made William’s knees buckle. "Fuck..." William choked out, his head snapping back as his fingers clawed blindly behind him to grip the edge of the entryway table for balance.

Est didn't let up. He took the rigid length fully into his mouth, his cheeks sinking in as his lips sealed tightly around the base. He began to move his head in a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm—sliding all the way down until his nose brushed against William's pubic mound, pulling all the way back out until only the wet head remained between his lips, and then consuming him completely all over again.

Gradually, the rhythm fractured. Driven by the heavy, trembling heat building in the dark room, Est began to pick up the pace, his head bobbing faster. The quiet apartment was instantly swallowed by the intense, friction-filled sounds of the act—the messy, rhythmic squelch of Est's saliva and the raw, breathless moans tearing from the back of William’s throat.

The overwhelming sensation drove William completely wild. The sweet, protective boyfriend from the restaurant vanished under the intoxicating rush of lust. He dived his hand deep into the dark strands of Est's hair, his grip tightening into a firm fist near the scalp to take control of the movement. He began to tilt his hips, thrusting his cock deep into Est's mouth, forcing himself past the tight ring of Est's lips and heavy into the back of his throat. The raw, possessive intrusion gagged Est slightly, a stifled, incredibly hot whimper vibrating against William’s shaft every single time he bottomed out. Est’s eyes watered, his long eyelashes damp with tears of pure stimulation, but his hands only gripped William’s thighs tighter, pushing back against the aggressive pace.

William’s core went completely rigid, the coils of pleasure tightening to a dangerous breaking point. "Fuck, baby... fuck, I’m gonna cum," he gasped, his voice totally ruined and desperate.

Before the climax could blind him, William firmly pulled his hair, tugging himself out of the tight, suffocating warmth of Est's mouth. Standing over him, his chest heaving as his breath came in ragged tears, William gripped his own root and began to jerk himself off with rapid, heavy strokes. Est stayed right there on his knees, his head tilting back as he defiantly arched his bare, pale chest forward, offering himself up completely.

With a final, desperate grunt, William’s body spasmed. Thick, heavy strings of white cum shot across the air, splattering messily over the smooth, flawless skin of Est's bare chest and collarbones, tracing stark white lines down his fair skin.

William panted, his vision blurry as the adrenaline began to level out. Without waiting a single second, he kicked his tangled denim trousers and boxers completely away from his ankles, freeing his legs. He reached down, hooking his large hands under Est’s armpits, and forcefully hoisted him up to his feet.

The moment Est was vertical, William slammed his mouth back down onto his. It was a chaotic, possessive collision of lips—William could immediately taste the hot, familiar musk of himself lingering inside the slick cavern of Est’s mouth, the taste only driving his arousal back to a fever pitch. While keeping Est entirely trapped under the weight of the kiss, William’s hands flew to the discarded black silk shirt clinging to Est’s elbows, ripping it completely off his arms and throwing it into the shadows.

He didn't stop there. His hands slid down to the waistband of Est's trousers, unbuckling the belt and popping the button with a frantic, rough impatience. He yanked the pants and underwear down past Est’s hips in one heavy motion, leaving Est completely bare in the dim light. Lifting him effortlessly, William sat Est back onto the edge of the entryway table, shoving himself right back between Est's pale, parted thighs.

They devoured each other like two starving people, their mouths slick and loud as they fought for dominance. Reaching out, William palmed the smooth, firm muscle of Est's pectoral, his fingers digging into the fair skin before giving it a heavy, bruisingly hard squeeze.

Est gasped loudly against William’s mouth, his back arching sharply as his fingers clawed lines into the hard, bare skin of William’s shoulders.

William took hold of Est's bare thighs, lifting them and wrapping them securely around his own waist. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Est's burning ear as he whispered, "The bedroom. It's more comfortable."

Est let out a soft, hazy laugh, his fingers tightening in William's hair. "William, I can walk there. Really. You don't need to carry me... I'm heavy. What if you trip and we both fall?"

William just smiled, his dark eyes brimming with a quiet, unshakeable confidence in the dim light. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Est's for a brief, grounding second. "Just hold on to me tight," he murmured against his lips. "I won't let either of us fall."

Yielding completely, Est locked his arms securely around William's neck and squeezed his legs tighter around William's hips. The sudden shift in position brought Est's bare, sensitive lower half directly into contact with William's hardening cock, a jolt of pure heat striking through both of them. William wrapped his strong arms firmly around Est's waist and, with one swift, effortless hoist, lifted him completely off the table. As he stood fully upright, he caught Est's mouth in another kiss—it was softer this time, a tender promise of what was to come.

Carrying his precious weight, William navigated the short distance down the hallway, using his foot to kick open the bedroom door. The room was dark, but as he stepped toward the mattress, ready to lay Est down against the sheets, William suddenly froze in his tracks.

"What the fuck...?" William muttered, blinking into the shadows.

Est blinked through his wine-induced haze, looking over William's shoulder at the bed. His eyes widened in instant, horrific realization. Right there, burying the pillows and the duvet under a massive, chaotic mountain, was the entire contents of his wardrobe—the colorful pile of clothes from his pre-date existential crisis.

"Oh my god," Est gasped, completely mortified. He immediately scrambled down from William's embrace, his bare feet hitting the hardwood floor. "I forgot to clean this up before leaving!"

Forgetting entirely that he was currently completely bare, covered in faint red marks, and smeared with thick white strings of cum across his chest, Est plunged into panic mode. He threw his arms around the massive pile of shirts, trousers, and jackets, gathering the entire chaotic mountain in one giant, ungraceful armful. He lunged across the room, kicked his closet door open, and forcefully shoved the entire mess inside, slamming the wooden door shut with his shoulder just before the fabrics could spill back out.

William stood frozen by the edge of the bed, watching the entire frantic performance. A loud, booming laugh suddenly erupted from his chest, his shoulders shaking as he took in the sheer absurdity of the scene.

"Wow," William teased, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye as he looked at the now-empty mattress. "You look completely sober now."

Est whirled around, his cheeks burning a furious shade of red that had absolutely nothing to do with the wine. He marched right back into William's personal space, his chest heaving, his dark eyes looking up with a sudden, vulnerable pout. He reached out, his bare palms resting flat against William's hard, uncovered chest. "Don't you... don't you want it anymore?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a small, insecure murmur.

William’s laughter died down instantly. His expression softened into something incredibly fierce and tender. He stepped forward, closing the final inch between them, and wrapped one large hand securely around Est's waist, pulling his bare front flush against his own.

"Of course I do," William murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent shivers straight down Est's spine. "I'll always want my beautiful baby."

He leaned down, catching Est's swollen lips in a soft, reassuring kiss that melted the last of the clumsy tension in the room. Keeping their bodies close, they stepped together toward the edge of the cleared mattress. Est climbed onto the bed first, crawling backward across the soft sheets until he settled right in the center, his chest still glistening under the dim light as he looked up. William didn't hesitate, immediately moving to hover directly over him, pinning Est down beneath the heavy, comforting warmth of his body.

Without breaking the connection of their lips, William carefully adjusted a plush pillow beneath Est’s head, lowering him fully onto the mattress. The cool, crisp sheets offered a brief contrast to the blistering heat radiating between their bare bodies. Yielding to pure instinct, Est parted his thighs, creating a perfect space for William to slide himself heavily between his legs. The moment William settled into the cradle of his thighs, Est hooked his ankles securely around William’s hips, locking him close.

When they finally broke the kiss to breathe, William didn't go far. His mouth shifted directly to the sensitive column of Est’s neck, taking his absolute time over every single inch of skin. He left a trail of slick, heavy kisses down to Est's chest, his tongue swirling over the contours of his pectorals before closing his lips over one of Est's nipples. He sucked firmly, pulling the sensitive bud into the hot cavern of his mouth while his free hand reached over to pinch and roll the other one between his fingers.

Est’s fingers dug frantically into the dark strands of William’s hair, pulling him down, pressing him closer as if he desperately wanted their bodies to melt into a single entity. His head fell back heavily against the pillow, his back arching off the mattress as a string of breathless, trembling moans left his lips.

When William finally looked up, his mouth slick and his chest heaving, Est was an absolute, beautiful ruin beneath him. Driven by a sudden, sharp ache of impatience, Est reached down between their bodies. His fingers wrapped around William's throbbing cock, dragging the rigid length down to rub the wet head directly against his own tight entrance.

"Willy, please..." Est whined, his voice a broken, desperate whimper as he tilted his hips up in silent supplication.

William caught his mouth in another deep, anchoring kiss, his own control fraying rapidly at the sound of the pet name. "Where's the bottle?" he rasped against Est's lips.

"In the drawer," Est gasped out.

William reached blindly to the side, yanking open the drawer of the nightstand and pulling out a bottle of lube. He looked down at Est’s flushed, desperate face, his dark eyes searchingly intense. "Are you sure you don't want me to prepare you first?"

Est merely shook his head, humming a needy, frantic affirmative against William's neck.

Accepting the surrender, William flipped the cap, pouring a generous amount of the cool liquid into his palm. He coated his own cock in a thick, glistening layer of lube before leaning down to press a slick dollop directly over Est’s tight opening, massaging it in quickly before tossing the plastic bottle carelessly onto the floorboards.

Before William could position himself to push inside, Est suddenly surged upward. He sat up completely, catching William off guard as he threw his arms around his neck, kissing him with a sudden, fierce burst of dominance while hovering over him.

When they finally broke apart, their breaths mingling hotly, William blinked up at him, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips. "What was that?"

A flash of uncharacteristic shyness crossed Est’s heavy, wine-warm gaze, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of rose. He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening on William’s bare shoulders. "I want to ride you."

William’s eyebrows shot up, a dark, incredibly wicked smirk slowly spreading across his features as he settled back against the pillows, spreading his arms wide in total submission. "Whoa. Cool. Go ahead, baby."

Est shifted his weight, placing his knees firmly on either side of William's ribs. Moving slowly, his body trembling slightly from the sheer anticipation, he reached down and gripped William’s heavy cock, aligning the slick, pre-cum-covered head directly against his aching entrance. He took a deep breath, braced his left hand flat against the center of William’s hard chest for balance, and slowly began to settle his weight downward.

The moment only the head breached the tight ring of his muscles, the sudden, intense stretch made Est’s entire body freeze. His eyes snapped shut, a sharp, ragged whimper tearing from his throat as his fingers clawed into the skin of William’s chest.

William’s hands immediately came up, his large palms gripping Est’s waist securely to anchor him, preventing him from moving too fast. "It's okay, baby," William whispered, his voice an incredibly soft, grounding rumble in the quiet room. "Just breathe. It’ll settle down soon."

Est kept his eyes locked shut, his teeth burying into his bottom lip as he forced himself to relax around the invasion. He let out a small, fractured “Ah...”—and lowered his hips another inch, taking more of the thick shaft inside. The friction was agonizingly hot, stretching his walls to their absolute limit. Slowly, deliberately, he let his gravity do the work, sinking down inch by agonizing inch until the remaining length disappeared completely, his smooth skin pressing flush against William’s groin.

A heavy, guttural gasp ripped from William's lungs, his hips twitching upward instinctively as his eyes rolled back. "Oh, fuck..."

Est didn't move a single muscle. He remained completely still, buried to the absolute root, his hands trembling against William's chest as his head dropped forward. He kept his eyes squeezed tight, his chest heaving with heavy, shallow breaths as he simply allowed his body to stretch, adjust, and consume the thick weight fully inside him.

Once the stinging ache of the initial stretch began to recede, giving way to a deep, radiating heat, Est tentatively shifted his hips. He rose just a fraction of an inch before sinking back down, the friction of their slick skin generating a soft, sticky sound in the quiet room. He took a heavy breath and did it again, starting a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

With every downward sink, William’s cock buried itself deeper into the tight, swollen canal, hitting the sensitive walls with a blunt, heavy pressure. Est’s head rolled on his shoulders, his eyelids fluttering half-open as he looked down at William through a hazy, vulnerable gaze.

"That's it... just like that, baby," William rasped out, his hands firmly anchored on Est's hips, guiding the pace to keep him from dropping too hard too fast.

As the lubrication warmed between them, the internal friction turned into a smooth, devastating slide. Est began to mix his movements, shifting from a straight up-and-down motion to a heavy, rolling grind that forced William’s thick length to rub right against his sweetest spots. The wet, slapping sound of their skin colliding grew louder, echoing rhythmically against the headboard.

Est’s breath completely fractured. He tried to speak, to tell William how overwhelming the sensation was, but his vocal cords refused to cooperate. Every attempt at a word dissolved into breathless, high-pitched whimpers and broken syllables. “Ah... Wi—Will... oh...”

Seeing the sheer ecstasy clouding Est’s face, William reached down between their bodies. His large palm closed around Est’s hard, leaking cock, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the tip before he began to jerk him in a steady, upward motion that perfectly synced with Est's downward thrusts.

The dual stimulation was completely explosive. Est’s eyebrows knitted together in a tight, concentrated line of pure pleasure, his dark eyes locking onto William’s face with an unhinged intensity. His lips were parted, completely slick with saliva, his chest heaving under the faint amber light.

"You like riding me, don't you?" William murmured, his voice a low, dirty growl as he watched Est’s tight walls squeeze his shaft with every bounce. He began to praise him, his words rough and possessive, describing exactly how tight Est felt, how beautiful he looked dominating the space.

Est couldn't handle the sensory overload. His head thrashed side to side, his answers reduced to desperate, needy grunts. "Mmh... yes... oh, fuck, William..."

The pace naturally broke into a frantic, chaotic sprint. The shyness from earlier was entirely incinerated; Est was fucking himself on William’s dick like crazy, his hips slamming down hard against William’s groin, desperate to chase the peak that was clawing at the base of his stomach. His fingers clawed into the muscles of William’s chest, leaving faint red tracks.

"Oh my god... I'm gonna..." Est choked out, a desperate, tearful sob hitching in his throat as his internal muscles clamped down around William like a vice. "William... I'm gonna cum..."

"Go on, baby. Do it for me," William commanded, his thumb pressing hard against the tip of Est’s cock as his hand pumped him faster, his own hips twitching upward to meet Est's desperate descents.

With a loud, shattered cry, Est finally let go. He stopped mid-thrust, his entire body going violently rigid as his climax hit him in a devastating wave, thick spurts of white semen painting his own stomach and spilling over William’s clamping hand.

The release completely drained the remaining strength from his limbs. Est collapsed forward, his forehead pressing against William’s bare shoulder, his chest heaving as he trembled from head to toe. His knees felt entirely numb, completely incapable of holding his weight up for another second.

But William was nowhere near done.

Taking control immediately, William’s large hands gripped Est’s waist, effortlessly lifting his spent, trembling body off his lap. He shifted his weight, dragging Est toward the top of the bed until his back was braced firmly against a plush pillow propped against the wooden headboard.

Without giving Est a single second to recover, William crawled back between his thighs. He spread Est’s long legs wide apart, and then, reaching out, he hooked his arm under one of Est’s knees, hoisting his leg high into the air, pinning it near Est’s shoulder. The extreme angle completely exposed Est's flushed, twitching entrance, slick with lube and dripping with the remnants of their heat.

William didn't hesitate. He aligned his throbbing, unsatiated cock with the tight opening and, bracing his hands on the mattress, drove himself completely inside in one deep, brutal thrust.

A loud, piercing scream tore from the back of Est’s throat, his eyes snapping wide open as the sheer, overwhelming fullness of the invasion hit him right to the core.

The moment the echo of Est’s scream faded into the dark corners of the room, William didn't wait for the tight muscles to relax. He immediately began to move, drawing his thick length almost entirely out until only the tip remained, before slamming right back inside to the absolute root.

The pace was brutal, a fast, unyielding rhythm that left no room for breath. The headboard rattled violently against the wall with every heavy impact. Est’s hands flew over his head, his fingers clawing desperately into the dark wood of the headboard for support, his knuckles turning white. His eyes were wide, locked onto William's dark, blown-out pupils with a breathless, crazed intensity, his lips parted as a ragged gasp tore from his chest.

"William... fucking Jakrapatr... fuck," Est choked out, the use of William's full name dripping with a raw, overwhelmed desperation.

William let out a deep, gravelly groan that vibrated from the back of his throat straight into Est's chest. He didn't slow down; the praise only made him drive harder, his bare shoulders glistening with sweat as he dominated the space between Est's pinned thighs. The entire bedroom was completely consumed by the chaotic, erotic symphony of their encounter—the heavy, rhythmic slapping of wet skin, the thick squelch of lube, and the desperate, unedited sounds breaking from their throats.

The friction was blinding. Within minutes, the tight, internal walls began to spasm again, signaling that Est was already rushing toward a second, impossible climax. William’s chest was heaving, his own core coiling so tightly it felt like a wire about to snap.

"Fuck…baby, I'm close," William rasped out, his breath hot and ragged against Est's cheek.

Hearing the strained panic in William's voice, Est let go of the headboard. He threw his arms around William’s broad, bare shoulders, pulling him down into a fierce, suffocating hug, locking his ankles tightly behind William’s back to anchor him as deep as possible. He wanted to feel every single vibration.

William obliged, angling his hips to hit Est’s sweetest, most sensitive spot again and again with a devastating, pinpoint accuracy.

"Yes... yes, fuck, right there!" Est screamed into the crook of William’s neck, his fingers digging deep tracks into William's back. "I'm gonna cum—oh my god, William, I love you, please! Please! "

William shifted his head, his mouth crashing down onto Est's to swallow the rest of the desperate cry. "I love you too, baby... fuck," he growled against Est's lips.

With a final, violent upward surge of his hips, William drove himself to the absolute hilt, pinning Est flat against the mattress as his climax ripped through him. His body spasmed in long, heavy tremors as he filled Est’s inside completely, releasing a thick, burning wave of hot liquid deep within him.

The intense internal pressure sent Est completely over the edge for the second time. Without even being touched, a loud, shattered whine was choked out into William's mouth as Est came all over his own stomach, the white fluid pooling across his bare, heaving chest.

Neither of them pulled away. They stayed completely locked together, their mouths centered in a deep, lazy, and profoundly wet kiss. Their soft, exhausted moans melted directly into each other's mouths, the frantic heat of the night slowly dissolving into a heavy, peaceful warmth that settled over the quiet bedroom.

The blinding heat of the climax slowly ebbed away, leaving only the rhythmic, heavy sound of their breathing to fill the quiet room. William remained buried deep inside Est for a long, quiet minute, his chest rising and falling against Est's damp shoulder as the adrenaline trickled out of his system.

Slowly, reluctantly, William braced his forearms on the mattress and began to pull himself out. The friction of the separation made Est let out a soft, low whine, his fingers instantly tightening on William’s bare arms, trying to drag him back down.

"Don't go..." Est mumbled, his eyes completely closed, his voice thick with a mixture of heavy wine and total physical exhaustion. He tried to wiggle closer, his bare, sticky body seeking the heat of William's chest.

William let out a soft, gravelly chuckle, leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss right into the damp crown of Est's hair. "I'm not going anywhere, baby," he whispered, his large hand gently smoothing down the bare line of Est's flank. "But we're a total mess. Let me clean you up first, okay?"

"Too tired," Est grumbled, though his grip relaxed just a fraction, his head rolling back onto the plush pillow with a heavy, defeated sigh.

"I know. Just stay still," William murmured affectionately.

He slid out of bed, his bare feet hitting the cold floorboards, and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. He returned a minute later with a basin of warm water and a few soft, damp towels. Methodically and with immense patience, William set to work. He wiped down the thick, drying strings of cum from Est's pale stomach and chest, washing away the evidence of their frantic hunger with gentle, sweeping motions. He cleaned Est's thighs, and then carefully dealt with the slick remnants of lube and fluid pooling beneath them, changing out the soiled sheets directly under Est by rolling him gently from side to side.

Once the mattress was clean and dry, William pulled the heavy, plush duvet all the way up to Est’s chin, tucking the edges around his shoulders like a protective cocoon. "I'll be right back," he whispered, pressing one final peck to Est's cheek before heading back to the bathroom to wash the sweat and grime off his own skin.

By the time William stepped back into the bedroom, clad only in a fresh pair of soft grey boxers, the sheer exhaustion had completely claimed Est. The older boy was already fast asleep, his long eyelashes casting soft shadows over his flushed, relaxed cheekbones under the dim light.

William walked over to the nightstand, picking up a small tube of soothing ointment he kept on hand. Moving with extreme caution, he pulled back the edge of the blanket, exposing Est's lower half just enough to access the raw, swollen ring of his entrance. The moment the cool cream made contact with the tightly stretched skin, Est let out a sharp, unconscious hiss, his eyebrows knitting together in his sleep as his hips twitched away from the touch.

"Shh... I got you, baby," William cooed in an incredibly low, soothing rumble, his large palm instantly flattening against Est's hip to steady him. He gently massaged the ointment in, cooling the ache, until Est's tense muscles finally relaxed back into the mattress.

Closing the tube, William tossed it onto the nightstand and finally slid underneath the heavy blanket. The instant the mattress dipped under his weight, Est instinctively reacted to the familiar warmth. Even in the dead of sleep, Est rolled over, snuggling his face directly into the crook of William’s bare chest, his arms blindly reaching out to find William's waist. He let out a tiny, soft whine, his nose rubbing against William’s collarbone as he settled his weight completely over the older boy.

William smiled into the darkness, a profound, unshakeable sense of peace washing over him. He wrapped his strong arms securely around Est’s bare frame, pulling him flush against his chest, completely anchoring him in the safe sanctuary of his embrace. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Est's forehead, his lips resting against the smooth skin.

"Goodnight, my love," William whispered into the quiet room.

Est let out one final, contented sigh in response, his breathing settling into a slow, rhythmic cadence that perfectly matched William’s own heartbeat. Wrapped tightly in each other's arms, shielded from the noise of the city and the weight of their schedules, they both drifted off into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

Notes:

Hello everyone! 🩵
I think some of you might be wondering why I'm dropping a new oneshot when I have ongoing series that haven't been updated in months... I am so sorry! 😭 The truth is, those series, especially "Unruly Hearts" and "From Almost to Always" require a ton of brainstorming because they focus so heavily on deep emotions and plot-heavy fluff, rather than just raw smut like these oneshots. Right now, my brain just isn't in the right space for that heavy lifting. But I promise I will get back to them soon!

Fun fact: it actually took me 4 days to write this oneshot 💔 and honestly, I'm still not 100% satisfied with how it turned out, but I hope you all enjoyed it anyway.

And for those who are new here, if you liked this story, please feel free to check out my other works! 🥹

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