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Having to be so close to First today had definitely been a challenge for Khaotung's self control.
It's not that he had to, of course. Every single time he was by First's side was by his own choice, and he always loved being close to his best friend. He always felt more at ease when he was less than an arm's length away from him, and despite the fact that it might sound insane or even obsessive, he knew after so many years together that the feeling was not only accepted with open arms, but also reciprocated.
Still, he knew in the moment he saw Gun taking those scissors that he would have not survived today.
Despite finding these outings quite funny and looking forward to their costumes (he was quite proud of those this year) and to spend the day with their friends, Khaotung knew that he would have easily been worn out even before dinner time, and being able to look at First's biceps whenever he wanted was a great way to recharge his energies.
His eyes had been so focused on his best friend's body the whole afternoon that he hadn't noticed First's wandering over the same uncovered patch of skin on Khaotung.
After spending some time at the beach with the others, they finally had the time to go to their room, wash up and get ready for the evening.
That was the moment Khaotung had wanted to postpone as much as possible.
When they had arrived at the hotel, he was given their room key at the reception and went back to First at the lobby to inform him of such, ready to head for their room. As they went to the elevator and reached their room, 313, Khaotung had just opened the door as he was about to make his friend notice how funny it was that the room number was basically their birthdays combined when he stopped on his tracks.
As soon as he turned on the lights, the whole room came into view, showing the two single beds (that they almost immediately moved to attach) and next to them the whole wall that separated the bedroom from the bathroom. Or at least pretended to, since the whole wall was interely made of glass.
What the fuck. Even the bathroom they used on their trip to Chang Mai with Mix and Mark had been more modest than whenever this was, and the only thing separating the two rooms at the time was just a damn curtain. Khaotung would have definitely preferred that to whatever was going on in his mind right now.
Was he going to see First showering? Was First going to see him showering? Bathing? He had wanted to calm down after having spent all day stealing glances at his best friend by quickly jerking off in the shower before heading out, but apparently that wasn't an option, unless he wanted First to look at the whole scene.
Standing still as Khaotung looked at him in the eyes, his hand slowly going down his own body, eyes glued on it while it went down, down, until...
Khaotung's face heated up at the thought, his body betraying him, because he knew damn well how much he'd enjoy that.
Luckily enough, they barely had the time to leave their bags before heading out to spend the afternoon playing games and then going to the beach, but now they were finally back in their room, and after everything they had done a shower was more than necessary.
So, what now?
They hadn't talked about it, First had been just as surprised but let it off with a laugh, too tired from the trip to actually care for 'a problem for later' as he had said then, and Khaotung had agreed that he was also too tired to stress for a solution, also seeing on twitter that all of the rooms were like this one.
So it should have been normal, right? Showering in front of your best friend, just like all of their friends were probably doing right now before dinner.
Khaotung doubted that any of their friends were hopelessly in love with their on-screen partners and best friend for eight years, but yes, he could definitely survive this.
"So, do you want to shower first, Tung? Or should I go?" First suddenly broke the silence in the room, interrupting Khaotung's torrent of thoughts altogether.
"Uhm," Khaotung looked at the bathroom through the glass and answered honestly. "I was actually thinking of doing a quick shower and then bathing, since we have time. So if you want to go first—"
"That's alright. I can shower while you bath then."
And that—
What?
"What?"
Khaotung looked at First on the other side of the room, the taller shrugging his shoulders as if he hadn't just suggested to—
"I mean, since the glass is like that, there won't be much modesty either, so at this point we can save time like this. You take a quick shower like you said, and while you take the bath I can shower after you."
Khaotung looked at First like he had grown a second head. He would have probably have been less surprised if that was the case, instead of suggesting the idea of being both naked in the same room. The same wet, steamy and relatively small room, with Khaotung being so pent up he actually thought he would have exploded.
He knew his best friend would have never suggested something like this. He had known him for years. Someting wasn't adding up. Yet, seeing First's completely calm and collected face made all his certainties crumble, because why the fuck was he acting like he had just suggested to attach the beds to sleep more comfortably instead of basically showering together?
How would that have been, though? Their bodies compressed together in the small shower, First's naked and wet chest in front of his eyes, their hands wandering on each other's bodies, eyes locking on every piece of his body, followed by his hands, going lower, lower, until finally—
Khaotung shook his head to stop the train of thoughts he too often lately found himself having about his best friend, before his own body could betray him in front of the culprit of his sexual frustration.
He hurried to the bathroom before First could notice the slight tent formed on his pants, giving him a quick alright and closing the door behind him, glad to finally have a barrier between them to calm himself down.
Lately, First had been more and more flirty, and Khaotung could give the blame to his own hopeful mind only until a certain point. Slight touches on his waist, going out more and more to get dinner together and jokingly calling them 'dates', some stolen glances on every possible occasion and much, much more.
And he couldn't be called innocent either. Since First had settled himself in his new house, Khaotung had been there more days than would have been considered normal between friends. Spending the evenings together playing games, watching movies, cooking together and falling asleep on each other on the couch. He knew how it sounded, but they were just like that. Friends. Just friends.
Friends that apparently now showered at the same time now.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment and forcing himself to hurry up through this whole thing to get it done as soon as possible. He went towards the shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to get warm, but as soon as he turned sideways he was faced with it— that fucking glass wall.
It wasn't even the glass the problem per se, but what—who—he could see right through it.
First was sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread and slightly leaning back on his arms, his eyes staring directly at Khaotung as if he wanted to bare him with his gaze.
And fuck, Khaotung actually had to undress to get into the shower, but he— he couldn't. Not with First looking at him like that, as if he was waiting exactly that. For Khaotung to undress in front of him, on the other side of that damn wall.
He turned around, as if it could have made things better, and took his shirt and pant off, removing his socks as well in the process.
And if he bent over more than necessary, that was only between him and his conscience.
Once he stood back up, he felt more than ever those eyes burning a hole trough his body, making goosebumps arise through his skin. His mind was conflicted between keep looking at me and what are we doing?, yet he couldn't stop thinking how this was probably the karma he was receiving for stealing glances at First all day long.
He couldn't find it in himself to regret anything, though.
Fuck it.
In one swift motion, he removed his last piece of clothing and discarded it on the floor along with everything else, and hurried up in the shower, closing the—fucking glass—door behind himself.
He settled the water on a cooler temperature and let his body relax into it as much as it could, scared to even think of looking over his shoulder when he knew what he would have found. Or hoped to.
But he knew it. He knew First was still looking at him.
He made a quick job of washing his hair, removing all the salt they had got from the beach, and then an idea popped in his mind.
Probably the craziest idea he had ever had. But he had to know.
He took the hotel bodywash and slowly turned around while still looking down, not ready to face First's gaze, yet giving him exactly what he seemed to want. To watch Khaotung.
He started to slowly rub the soap against his body, his hands wandering through his chest and shoulders wish smooth movements on his skin, gradually lowering his hands more and more. When he reached his groin, his erection was now half hard, and he closed his eyes to take a deep steady breath. He could do this. Whatever the fuck this was.
He finally found the courage to raise his gaze as his hands were on his shoulders, and immediately met First's eyes with his own.
He didn't break eye contact, didn't blink. Just looked at Khaotung with that look, like he wanted something, needed it, and Khaotung gulped at the intensity of it, looking away after mere seconds that seemed to last hours.
He quickly finished washing off the soap from his body and turned off the water. Once he got out, he hurried towards the bathtub and turned the water on, way too self-conscious of what had just happened.
What had gotten into him? Maybe First was just waiting for his turn? Or teasing him? What kind of friends teased each other like that? What if he had found him weird? He probably would have said something, right? But—
His train of thoughts completely stopped once he heard the bathroom door opening behind him, and then the click of it closing some instant later.
He couldn't find it in himself to turn around. He was also still naked and nothing could hide how his body had betrayed him.
Once the bathtub was full and the water not too hot, he awkwardly sat back up and quickly sat in the water, appreciating the way the warmth was relaxing his tense body.
Yet, when the silence stretched between them, he decided to slowly turn his head to see why he still hasn't heard the water running. He leaned his cheek on the side of the tub, taking the scene.
First was standing near the shower looking at him with a smile he couldn't decipher, and seemed finally satisfied to have his eyes on him. Was he waiting for Khaotung to look at him? Why—
And oh. That was why.
Once he was sure Khaotung wouldn't look away, he finally started to remove his shirt, taking it from the hem and slowly rising it until he got his head out, and threw it near the pile of Khaotung's clothes.
He then hooked his thumb on his waistband, and suddenly took off both his pants and underwear in one swift motion. Khaotung's first instinct was to turn his head and look away, but he couldn't.
His eyes were locked on First, on his chest, his arms, his legs, his—
First turned around and got into the shower, and the latter could shamelessly admire his broad shoulders while he was washing his hair, the vast of his back, the slimness of his perfect waist. Khaotung's eyes kept wandering lower and lower, biting his lip as he admired his best friend's ass through the glass.
The thread of his sanity was becoming thinner and thinner by the second.
After some minutes, First finally finished washing up and got out of the shower, starting to walk towards the bathtub.
Khaotung asked all the gods out there to give him the strength to not lower his gaze, deciding for his own sanity to completely ignore the fact that First was now standing naked in front of him, looking down on Khaotung with a look he couldn't decipher.
"What, you want to bathe together too?" Khaotung jokingly mustered the words out of his mouth with a laugh, his throat too dry to not croak the last words. He widened his eyes as First smiled like a smitten cat.
Shit. Was he actually—?
He didn't have the time to register First's answer to that, but he could instead see it with his own eyes. His friend put his foot in the water in front of him, followed by the other one and soon by his whole body. He sat down in the water in front of Khaotung, facing him in the bathtub.
They stayed like that for what seemed to be hours, but probably were just a couple of minutes. Khaotung hoped his blush could be blamed on the steam, and not on how close their bodes were, how his legs were engulfing First's long ones, their calves pressed together underwater, only a few centimeters between their bodies.
Khaotung's head was about to explode, his mind only replaying fuckfuckfucks and his body slightly trembling despite the warmth of the water.
He was rock hard.
Sharing a bath with First.
He hoped the soap could help covering his aching cock, but he didn't know how much he could resist without exploding.
"Do you need a hand washing up, Tung?"
He definitely wouldn't survive this.
"I... I'm—" Khaotung choked out the words with all his strength, his throat clogged up.
Suddenly, he felt a hand slowly crawl up on his ankle, stopping there and slowly caressing the thumb on the bone. He twitched his foot by surprise, but still wasn't able to move a single muscle.
He tried to look in any other possible direction to not meet First's eyes, but his friend's hand stayed there, not moving any higher than that.
When another minute passed like that, Khaotung finally mastered to take a deep breath and meet First's eyes.
He didn't know what he expected to find, but it wasn't that.
It was hunger. The same he was sure to have reflected in his own eyes, hidden by his own nervousness. But, under that, he could see it. The sweet worry and care First had always reserved for him and him only.
"Do you want me to stop?" First whispered in the silence. His voice trembled on the last syllable, finally revealing First's hidden nervousness. His hand was still there, anchoring Khaotung's thoughts on a single one.
No. Keep going.
Khaotung quietly but firmly shook his head, looking at First's eyes, giving him all the permission he needed.
He could see the worry behind First's eyes dissipate, replaced by a new sense of security. His hand finally moved, more decided, more firm, going up, up, caressing Khaotung's shank and almost engulfing all of his calf with his thumb.
Khaotung gulped down, opening his mouth and taking shallow breaths as he felt First's other hand on his free leg, following the same path as his first one.
Once both of them reached his thighs, both were breathing heavily in the small space. First's thumbs kept caressing Khaotung's skin underwater as his hands kept moving, until his right one finally reached his groin, gripping on his tattoo, mere millimeters close to his aching cock.
Fuck, he needed it. He needed First's hands on him, his mouth, his body pressed close to his own.
He needed everything.
And First felt the same way.
"May I?" he simply asked, his thumb moving closer and closer to where Khaotung needed him the most.
"Please." he simply whispered back.
And that was enough for First to finally take Khaotung's cock in his hand.
The first contact sent shivers on Khaotung's body, making his head lean back on the bathtub. He moaned louder than he expected to and covered his mouth, embarrassed.
"Look at me, 'Tung," he heard he voice in front of him, making him turn his head up. He met First's hungry eyes, and barely could resist closing his own. "Let me hear you."
First's hand slowly started moving, his thumb moving in circles on the tip until Khaotung's body started squirming under his touch. He then finally started to move his hand, making Khaotung groan, biting his lips in a last attempt to quiet down his moans.
He tried to close his legs, already too sensitive, but First's own were completely blocking them against the bathtub, making him feel more exposed than ever.
"Fir—!" he keened as he failed yet another attempt at closing them, surrendering at the pleasure, still trying to quiet down his moans.
"Tung," First looked at him in the eyes, with that look. Full of love, full of admiration and care for his best friend. The one First always gave him in front of friends, fans, family, even in private. Khaotung realized that he would have never been able to receive that gaze again without thinking of the hunger it was accompanied by right now. Without thinking of how good he was making Khaotung feel.
"Come here," First suddenly let him go all together, only for a few instants. His hands crawled on the sides of Khaotung's thighs, softly squeezing them and gently pulling him towards himself.
Khaotung pushed himself forward, until he was sitting on top of First, looking down at him with the same hungry yet admiring eyes.
He could feel First's arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close. His own hands crawled up on First's shoulders, his clavicle, his neck, and finally his face. He was finally able to touch him, caress him and feel his body again his.
He leaned his forehead against First's, making them touch. He could feel his friend's breath on his lips, and fought against himself to close his eyes, torn between his want to feel First and his need to see him, to not lose an instant of this.
They kept breathing in each other's mouths, not daring to take the next step despite both of them desperately wanting it.
In the end, they both gave in.
They closed together the distance between them, their lips colliding together just like they had been waiting for so long.
First's lips were soft, his small stubble scraping against Khaotung's upper lip, making the whole thing more real, making him feel the kiss on his whole body, goosebumps appearing on his skin at every touch of First's hands on him, and feeling them on his friend's skin too. He lowered one of his hands on his chest, feeling First's heart beating like crazy, just like his own.
First was just as desperate as he was, if not more.
This only spurred him on more.
Khaotung held First closer, closer. He held him tightly to his own body, not wanting any space separating them. First responded just as enthusiastically, licking his lower lip and inserting his tongue in Khaotung's mouth in the instant that he had opened it, swallowing the moan that came out.
They hands kept moving on each other's bodies, desperate to touch, to feel, to imprint every nook and cranny of their skin on their fingertips and never forgetting the feeling of it.
Khaotung shifted his hips until their cocks brushed together, both moaning in each other's mouths at the contact.
"You feel—" First squeezed Khaotung's waist harder, his mouth never letting his own go for more than an instant of breath. "You feel amazing, 'Tung."
Khaotung moaned, both his arms going around First's neck, letting their chests press together, not wanting an inch of space between them.
First held him even closer, guiding him to move his hips to give both of them more friction. His hand reached for both of their cocks, holding them and starting to jerk them off, which earned the sweetest whimper from Khaotung's throat.
"Fir..." Khaotung looked down at First's big eyes, full of love. For him. For Khaotung.
First's hand never stopped, enclosed between their abdomens and moving at steady rhythms, going faster, and faster, and slowing down, earning all kind of cusses from Khaotung's sweet lips.
"Fir, Fir... I need..." Khaotung broke in a ragged moan when First's hand tightened. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. "I need you to fuck me."
And that—
It stopped First on his tracks. He leaned his face in the crook of Khaotung's neck, breathing deeply.
"I might just come at the thought, give me a moment." He smiled as he resumed his kisses, adorning Khaotung's face with small pecks. "Do we have any lube?"
Khaotung stopped, using every single brain cell still active to think about it. "I might have some in my bag... But I'm not getting up to get it, and neither are you." He decided, kissing First in the hopes he wouldn't ask any questions.
"Actually..." Khaotung perked up at First's words, "I might too. Have some in my bag, I mean." he blushed, looking away. "I guess you never know?"
They stared at each other incredulous, and suddenly started to giggle while still hugging. At least they had both came prepared.
Once they had calmed down, they smiled at each other, and couldn't stop smiling for the next kiss, nor the one after. They kept going, until the heat returned between them.
First caressed his hand down Khaotung's back, until he reached his asscheek, squeezing it so hard it made Khaotung squeal in surprise, blushing at it, but still needing more.
"Hurry up, Fir..."
"Let me enjoy this a bit more." he smiled, but finally reached between Khaotung's cheeks and teasingly rubbed his index on his hole, earning a whimper from his friend.
Khaotung, feeling that the insertion would have been to dry, took First's hand in his own and put his fingers on his lips, assuring to have eye contact with him before wrapping his lips around them, making First's eyes go wide.
He kept sucking and gagging on them for a couple of minutes, until they were wet enough to ease the access. He let them go in favor to kiss First's stunned face, as his friend took a moment to recover and put his now wet fingers back on Khaotung's hole.
"Tell me if something's wrong." he asked Khaotung and then inserted his finger, the intrusion now eased by the moisture and Khaotung whimpered at it, dropping his head on First's shoulder.
The taller kept moving his finger as he prepped kisses all over the skin he could reach, feeling Khaotung's nails gently scrape his back and hearing his moans in his ear. First was not going to survive this.
He soon was able to add a second finger, finally findingthe spot that made Khaotung flinch on the spot, letting a loud, unfiltered whimper that went directly on First's aching cock.
Khaotung closed his eyes, moving his hips at the feeling and went back to kiss First, both his hands holding his face as he moaned in his friend's mouth.
He grinded on First's hand with a gruttual moan as the third finger made its way in, making him feel fuller than ever. He moaned First's name in the close space between their mouths, begging him.
He didn't even know what he was begging for. He just needed him.
After some more minutes, First finally removed his fingers, leaving Khaotung gaping and wanting. But he did not go far, holding the smaller close to his body as he aligned his cock with Khaotung's open hole.
"Can I—" he tried to ask, but Khaotung was way past the point of it. He took matters into his own hands, grabbing First's cock and sinking into it with a high pitched moan, not caring anymore of how loud they were.
He kissed First, too stunned to emit any sound besides low moans that were making Khaotung's legs shake, but he managed to recover quickly, gripping Khaotung's sides.
The smaller wrapped his legs around First's waist, holding him close as his hole fluttered around his friend's cock, making both of them groan in pleasure.
After that, both got lost into a hazy passion, full of heat and want for each other. Khaotung moved his hips in circles, First's cock constantly pressing on his prostate and First helped him move, both his hands circling his waist.
Both couldn't let go of each other, they didn't move more than some inches apart, just doing enough to stimulate each other's bodies without having to detach them from the other's.
"Fir—Fuck!" Khaotung sat straighter up, starting to bounce on First's dick with more strength as First's hands were gripping his sides with a bruising strength, and Khaotung hoped with all himself it would have left some marks on his body.
He kept moving, finding the angle that made him see starts and letting First's hands bring him up to immediately fall back down. He leaned his chest forward, and First took advantage of it to put his mouth on Khaotung's nipples, biting and sucking on them, never letting go and alternating between the two.
Khaotung moaned louder, his hand gripping First's hair as he felt pleasure all over his body, his thighs starting to shake from the sensation and strength of his jumps.
They kept their bodies close, completely devouring each other. Khaotung couldn't believe this was finally happening, and it was even better than he could have ever imagined, First's cock splitting him open like this, while holding him so tightly he barely could breathe.
After a while, their movements turned more quick, more desperate, their breaths mingling together in their closeness. The water of the tub was carelessly splashing around, falling out of the tub, but they couldn't find it in themselves to care even for a moment.
First's hand crawled down Khaotung's body, gripping his wet cock. The other let out a scream and grabbed First's hair on the back of his head, dragging it up and pulling him into a bruising kiss as the orgasm swept out of him, his other hand desperately scratching First's back.
It took just some more thrusts for First to let go too, gripping Khaotung harder then ever and coming deep inside him, both letting out gruttual moans at the sensation.
First gave some last weak truths, coming down from his orgasm, and held Khaotung close, both still catching their breaths against each other.
Once they had both settled on the bed, Khaotung started to finally realize what had just happened in the bathroom.
"I can't believe we actually did that." he huffed out with a dry laugh. He moved his head on First's chest, his arm leaned on his abdomen.
"I can't believe you actually accepted that offer." First replied with a laugh of his own, his arm going around Khaotung's waist and his hand squeezing his side affectionately before starting to slowly caressing it.
"Yeah, about that. I really have no idea how you even came up with that," Khaotung smiled and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at First. "Really, didn't you consider even for a moment how crazy of an offert that was?" he smiled.
"Actually, I was pretty sure you would have called me crazy and I was ready to laugh it off," First admitted, his cheeks flushing. "I don't know, I was surprised when you got nervous, I guess it gave me the courage to see how far I could push it." His hand started caressing Khaotung's side as he mischievously smiled at him. "I guess pretty far, in my opinion."
Khaotung rolled his eyes with a smile, leaning down to kiss First, now that he finally could do it whenever he pleased. He thought about how many times he had to refrain himself from jumping on his best friend, in more than one occasion he had to pinch himself to calm down, knowing he was not allowed to cross that already thin line between.
Now, he realized how many times First found himself in the same situation. Knowing that only spurred him on.
The kiss deepened quickly, hands finally allowed to wander freely on each other's bodies, roaming to touch every possible piece of skin accessible to their reach.
Khaotung licked First's lower lips, asking for access that his friend immediately gave him, letting this time the smaller one take charge of it. Khaotung sat on top of First's body once again, feeling both their erections slowly starting to grow once again.
Khaotung's hand slowly wandered up First's chest, finally able to touch freely, and squeezed a peck in his hand, enjoying the latter's reactions under him. He was so sensitive, it was driving him mad.
He thumbed at his nipple, earning a sweet whimper out of his mouth.
They kept kissing and caressing each other for a while, until they were both once again achingly hard. Khaotung broke the kiss, looking down at his friend's blushing cheeks. He licked his lips, a different kind of hunger coming over him, always directed at the man under him.
"Can I fuck you, First?"
And oh, the way First blushed and looked away would be forever imprinted in Khaotung's mind.
Despite the embarrassment, which was funny considering the way he had fucked Khaotung in the bathtub not less than ten minutes before, his friend nodded.
He smiled, his embarrassment from before completely gone now that he knew how much his affections (and desires) were reciprocated, and took both First's wrists to pin them down above their heads, enjoying the flex of his muscles in the process.
He looked at the spand of pale skin of First's arms, not resisting and leaning down to bite the underside of it, where the skin was the most soft and sensitive. He sucked on it, not able to find it in himself to care about anything else other than finally.
Once he was satisfied, he proceeded to give the same treatment to his friend's other arm, catching every single one's of First's whimpers muffled by his own moans.
His thumb grazed lower than his mouth, ending up caressing the space of First's armpit, pulling out an even smaller sound from his mouth, half-laught and half-whimper.
"Ticklish?" Khaotung whispered once he leaned back over First's lips with a smile.
"A bit..." First averted his gaze, "But don't stop." he smiled, "I know you don't want to."
And fuck, he was right. Khaotung gave him one last peck and placed his mouth on First's armpit, taking a deep breath and enjoying the squirming body under his own.
Fuck, he might actually die tonight.
He enjoyed his feasting, not even being able to think about anything but how much he had been dreaming about this, about First giving his body to Khaotung, of letting him do anything he wanted with it, of being able to finally bite the skin he had been drooling on all day long, all this time.
His mouth moved to the other side, not able to find anything but satisfaction, yet needing more, more. He needed to put his mouth on every single piece of First's skin, savoring his taste and memorizing every shape under his mouth.
Once he felt somewhat satisfied, Khaotung leaned down on him, kissing him a bit more as he started massaging his soft chest with soft and hungry movements.
He teased First's—surprisingly—sensitive nipples, enjoying to see him squirming under his touch. He rubbed the area around the center until it was swollen, and smiled satisfied at his reaction. Once he had played with both of them, he lowered his mouth, biting, kissing and sucking on them just to hear First's strained whimpers above him.
He raised his head up, leaning back to admire his work. First's chest was adorned by red and purple-ish bruises, teeth marks here and there, especially around his red, swollen nipples. His eyes had a layer of unshed tears, desperately looking at him.
Khaotung wanted to devour him.
"You're more sensitive than I expected," he smiled as he leaned closer to his friend's lips. "It's so cute." He kissed him before he could protest, thumbing at his nipple to see him squirm one last time.
"You know we don't have that much time, right 'Tung? The dinner is pretty soon." First smiled through his blush, enjoying Khaotung's attentions on him, yet not still able to endure them.
"I am having dinner, Fir." Khaotung couldn't resist teasing the tallest, especially when seeing him trying to hide his embarrassed smile, murmuring something like idiot.
Khaotung smiled, kissing every inch of First's body, going lower and lower until he reached his groin. It seemed like he had enjoyed his mouth more than he had admitted, seeing the angry red tip leaking on a pool of precum on his abdomen.
He smiled, giving it nothing more than some light-feather kisses before propping up on his elbows.
"Can you turn around for me?" he asked gently, meeting his eyes and squeezing the meat on the sides of First's pelvis before letting him go to give him the space to manouver his body until he was lying on his stomach.
Khaotung took a pillow and put it it under First's stomach. He looked at his work with a smile, salivating at the view under him.
He had opened First's legs to get a better view, and kept them still with both of his hands. He lowered First's cock on the pillow, squishing it against it to be able to tease him properly.
He hooked his thumbs on First's cheeks and divided them, enjoying the view of his pretty hole gaping under him.
He looked at it, biting his lip, until First started to quit under him, lamenting a breathy 'Tung before whimpering as Khaotung's thumb caressed it, pulling onto the skin to open it more.
"So pretty." were his last words before diving in, licking a fat stripe on First's hole, feeling his whole body tremble under him. He tried to move his body forward, but Khaotung hooked his arms under First's thighs and pulled him towards his mouth, caressing his lower back as he went back to work.
"'Tung, mn—" First propped up on his elbows, sweat forming on his forehead as his head lolled down, trying to close his legs but finding his friend's body to prevent it.
Khaotung played with First's hole, licking and sucking around the edge, teasing his friend and enjoying the taste of him. He finally let his tongue in, enjoying First's little struggles against the sensation.
After a couple of minutes, First fell back down on the bed, giving up and closing his eyes at the whirlwind of sensations Khaotung was giving him. He was trying to lower his voice down, but it was useless. He blushed once he heard, felt, the way Khaotung was moaning as he was eating him out, burying his face in First's ass, squeezing it with his hands while opening it.
"'Tung—!" First begged when he felt his friend's thumb playing with the tip of his cock, teasing it firmly as his mouth never stopped.
First's things started to tremble, involuntarily twitches that were making Khaotung go crazy with want. He wanted to destroy First, making him a drooling mess and them pulling him back together.
The fact that he knew how much First wanted it too only spurred him on more and more.
He finally—but reluctantly—raised his head, looking at the vast of First's back and shoulders. They were red, blushing so prettily he wanted to cry.
But maybe it was also because of how much he wanted to come.
He played his middle finger around the soft and wet entrance, moving his body until he could lean his head between First's shoulders. He had wanted to watch while fingering him, but he would have kept it for the next time.
Next time.
It had such a good sound to it.
"Can I?" Khaotung asked as he stopped his finger above First's hole, gently pressing without much strength into it, just to make him feel the pressure of it.
First nodded, turning his head and leaning his right cheek on the mattress, looking at Khaotung with pleading eyes.
Khaotung softly cooed at him, not able to resist and lowering to catch his lips in a messy kiss, while slowly inserting his lubed finger until the second knuckle, feeling the tight heat around it and closing his eyes at the sensation.
"You feel so good, Fir. So tight." He kissed him once again as he spoke, basking in the whimpers he moved his hand.
The rimjob had eased the passage, and Khaotung could soon slowly entered a second finger, feeling it contracting around them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, stabilizing himself. He couldn't wait to be inside the impossible heat he was already feeling.
He kept moving them, distracting both of them by kissing and nipping First's perfect yet too unmarked shoulders, sinking his teeth in the soft meat.
"'Tung, uh..." First tried his best to relax his body, moving his hips until Khaotung's hand finally pressed against that spot, making him let out the loudest whimper of the evening.
Khaotung focused on it, massaging it in circles with his fingertips until he felt First's thighs tremble, making them both go mad with want.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Fir." he moaned out before adding a third finger, leaning back to sit up and admire the way his hand was moving against First's ass, his fingers disappearing deep inside him. He turned his hand, now facing downwards, and curled his fingers until First fucking keened, and started to thrust his hips up with tears in his eyes, full of want.
Fuck.
He enjoyed the view and tried not to come on the spot for another instant, until he finally removed his fingers and looked mesmerized at First's gaping hole, waiting to be filled. By him.
"Condoms?" Khaotung croaked out, his last thread of sanity slowly tearing apart under the view under him.
"I..." First tried to catch his breath, closing his eyes. "I don't need it. If you want to."
He looked unsure, as if he didn't just ask Khaotung enter bare inside him like he had way too often dreamed about.
Khaotung leaned back down to hold him, "If you are sure, I'd love that." he smiled, kissing his shoulder once again while waiting for First's final permission, which was immediately given to him.
Khaotung took a deep breath, sat straight up on his open knees and lubed his aching cock, giving himself a few pumps to calm himself down. He finally lined up with First's hole.
He spread his cheeks once again, enjoy the view, and slowly inserted himself, careful to not hurt him. He kept First's legs open with his feet, and basked in the small whimper he gave him as soon as the head entered in him.
Fuck, he was so tight.
"You—Fuck, you feel so good, Fir..." Khaotung caressed First's skin where his hand was gripping him—it was probably going to leave a bruise—and pushed himself until he was halfway in.
He leaned down, closing his eyes and trying not to cum on the spot when he heard First's whimper. He contracted around Khaotung, making him moan, and it took one look at his face to recognize that he had did it on purpose.
"Behave." Khaotung firmly whispered, landing a slight slap on the side of First's thigh. There wasn't any strength behind it, but there was just enough promise for more, if provoked.
"'Tung... Please, you can move now..." First looked at him with a hungry and desperate look, straining his neck and meeting his eyes.
Khaotung had to kiss him.
He did exactly that, leaning down, and started to move his hips at the same time that their mouths met, swallowing down First's next moan.
He moved his hips, slowly inserting more and more of his cock as he kept pulling in and out, until finally he was balls deep into First, biting his shoulder at the tightness around him.
He decided to have some fun, angling his hips until he found his prostate, and begun to move in circles once the was pressing on it, making his friend kick out his legs in overstimulation.
They kept going like that for some time, alternating between small but deep thrust and just grinding their bodies together, not able to stop moaning at the feeling.
They kept kissing and kissing, never wanting to stop.
Suddenly, Khaotung gripped First's small waist, lifting it up from the pillow and raising his ass on his knees, putting himself above First's body and pushing himself back in, the new angle hitting directly where he wanted to.
He started to move, this time harder, and could immediately hear First's moans turning sweetly high-pitched, little breathy ah ah ah s leaving his throat as he gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
"'Tung...! I'm—" First desperately moaned as he moved his hips as much as he could, meeting Khaotung's strong thrusts and closing his eyes at the the feeling. His thighs started to tremble and his mouth watered at the wet plat plat plat s between them, making him let out a long, deep groan. "Close—"
Khaotung doubled his thrusts, making First scream in the pillow and roll his eyes back, his prostate constantly pistoned on and his whole body being gripped tightly by hungry hands, making him feel owned.
He kept fucking First with all his strength, gripping his abandoned cock and starting to pump it along with his thrusts. New tears swelled up First's eyes, falling down his cheeks as he screamed for the pleasure, keeping on chanting Khaotung's name over and over.
First's tights trembled so much Khaotung though he would have fallen off the bed, but he kept him under his body, fucking him until he finally came all over the sheets with a gruttual scream, squeezing Khaotung's cock impossibly tight, making him groan.
He followed him immediately after, fucking in First's body until he came inside him, holding tightly onto his body as they both fell down on the bed.
Khaotung gave some last thrusts and finally calmed down, kissing First's body everywhere he could reach while they stayed like that.
After some minutes of ragged breaths, Khaotung slowly pulled out, earning a whimper from both of them, and looked at his own cum oozing out First's body, hypnotized by it.
He put his thumb on First's hole, capturing the drop of cum that had came out and pushing in back in.
His cock gave a small twitch, but he threw himself on the bed next to First, turning him around and leaning him on his chest, still calming down their breaths.
After some minutes of quiet snuggling, their breaths finally became steady once again.
Khaotung looked at the ceiling, his brain turned into mush once for good, but a small, microscopic doubt came into him.
"Khaotung," First suddenly called him, his face now hidden by his forearm, and his voice slightly trembling. The smaller looked at him.
"This... This was not a one time thing to me."
Khaotung smiled, the last strain of doubt finally dissipating as he gently removed the arm from First's eyes, looking down at him, feeling his heart full like it has never been.
"It better not be." he leaned down and softly kissed him, not able to stop smiling. He felt the others arms wrap around him once again, a smile pressed against his own.
After separating, they stayed close in each other's arms, until First gave him a last kiss on the head and sat back up.
"Come on, we've got some money to stick on us."
Khaotung groaned, burying his face in the pillows. Despite the tiredness in his limbs and the unwanted prospect of spending the whole night partying, he couldn't stop smiling at the thought of spending it all with First.