Phuwin stood there with his arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed and lips puckered into an exaggerated pout. He couldn't deny that he wasn't very good at hiding his jealousy—especially when he knew just how beautiful his boyfriend was. Even though they had known and worked with each other for some time, only recently had Pond and Phuwin decided to take things a step further in their relationship. They were "testing things," so to speak, even though both of their feelings were already crystal clear.
Pond was charismatic, handsome, and kind—and worst of all, he was now an idol, a member of the group JASP.ER. That made him infinitely hotter and more desirable—Phuwin's own words—which only fueled the fire of possessiveness and jealousy. Sure, he could handle the fame, but that post had crossed the line. Even knowing that his boyfriend received countless flirty messages (sometimes blatantly explicit ones), that had pushed his jealousy over the edge.
Pond, on the other hand, hadn't thought much of it. He just laughed and enjoyed the teasing from his JASP.ER bandmates. Still, he knew Phuwin's temper well, and that worried him. So that night, when he got home and saw him sitting on the couch with that unmistakably sulky expression, he already knew what was coming.
"Babe? Is everything okay?"
Phuwin only narrowed his eyes and shot him that sharp, piercing glare.
"Well, well, if it isn't the star of the moment. The most beautiful man in the world, or something like that?" The cynicism and mockery in his voice were unmistakable.
"Ooh, teerak, are you jealous? You know I'm yours and only yours, right?"
"You know me!"
Pond smiled softly and leaned in, bringing his face just inches away from his boyfriend's.
"You… you should stop being so handsome. People have no limits," Phuwin said, staring at him, still wearing the same tight-lipped expression.
"You're really cute when you're jealous like this…" Pond dared to press a quick kiss to the tip of the boy's nose.
"Don't think you're getting away with this," he huffed, his hands clenching into fists, as if staying on guard.
"Oh, I promise I'll only post the pictures you approve, okay?" It was another attempt to soothe his boyfriend's terrible temper.
"You promise?" Phuwin gave him that classic pleading look Pond could never resist, lightly punching his boyfriend's chest a few times.
"Yes. You're my owner, after all," Pond murmured, his voice low and husky.
At last, Phuwin's sour expression melted away, and Pond leaned in to kiss him. His fists relaxed, his guard dropped—he was completely surrendered. Pond smiled from the corner of his lips before claiming his boy's mouth with a kiss.
However, no matter how much he wanted to keep it gentle, Phuwin was restless. His bubbling jealousy was still overflowing. In a burst of anger, he bit Pond's lower lip, drawing a thin line of blood. Pond let out a soft yelp. He knew how aggressive his beloved could be sometimes.
"Easy, babe. Do you really want to hit me? Do you think I didn't see what you posted on your private account?" Pond commented as he rubbed his own lips, trying to ease the sting.
"And you don't like it?"
The silence—and Pond's smile—were enough to give Phuwin the answer he already knew. Triumphant, the younger one stood up and shoved Pond onto the couch, certainly not gently. Then he straddled his lap and crashed his lips against his, aggressive and without warning.
Luckily, they weren't filming any series. There were no cameras everywhere, no watchful eyes, no script to follow. Just the two of them. It didn't need to be pretty or have a good angle. It was just them, their feelings, and nothing else. It was rough, urgent, intense, desperate. Phuwin wanted that kiss to make it clear that he was the owner—and that only he would ever have his heart, body, and soul.
Their tongues met in a heated dance. Pond moved his mouth perfectly in sync with his partner's; after all, they were more than used to kissing each other. Phuwin sucked hard on Pond's tongue until the air ran out and he remembered to breathe. But he didn't stop there—he continued with wet kisses along the curve of the other's neck. A shiver. And a heat that began to grow in both of their bodies.
Pond took control when he wrapped his arms around his boy's back. His hands caressed him, sliding shamelessly down to his soft ass. He squeezed without ceremony, and just that contact caused obvious reactions in his body. Phuwin could feel it—he wasn't innocent, despite his baby face. A suggestive bulge began to form beneath Pond's pants, pressing against Phuwin's pelvis.
"You're going to fuck me tonight, but you're going to suffer first," Phuwin said seriously, without shame or hesitation.
Pond swallowed hard, but nodded. His gaze was filled with lust and restrained desire. He already knew exactly what to do. He scooped the boy into his arms and headed for the bedroom. He sat him down on the bed and began to undress, revealing his well-trained body: perfectly defined abs, along with his arms, thighs, and legs. He was now wearing only black boxer briefs, but it was a godly sight for Phuwin, who delighted in the mini striptease. Biting his own lips, the younger boy stared at Pond's masochistic expression. His eyes seemed to beg for punishment.
Then Naravit lay face down on the bed.
"Okay, teerak. Do what you have to do."
Phuwin stood up and walked over to one of the wardrobes. He opened a drawer and pulled out a black leather whip. It was more than just a simple tool or "toy"; it was a symbol of Phuwin's power and possessiveness over his man. He positioned himself over Pond's now surrendered body. Submissive, Pond stayed still, but his heart raced anxiously. The slow brushing of the leather strands against his well-defined back sent a thrill through him. Slowly, Phuwin began to snake the whip over his soft skin, as if giving him a massage. But that was about to change.
The first strike was light, but the impact made Pond sigh. Then another. And another—stronger. As the leather hit and marked his skin, Pond moaned in pain, but it was bearable. Phuwin didn't want to hurt him or leave him unbearably sore. He just wanted his skin to burn and to remind him what it felt like to have an owner. After a few lashes, red marks bloomed across the older man's back. They stung, irritated—and aroused.
When Phuwin finished his "work," he dropped the whip and roughly flipped Pond over to face him. His erection was obvious, which made the younger boy smile triumphantly.
"You really are a pervert who likes getting beaten, huh?"
Pond stayed silent for a few seconds before pushing himself up with some effort and cupping his boyfriend's face with both hands.
"If it's you, you can hit me as much as you want."
Then came another urgent, extreme, filthy kiss. Pond took control again and quickly began to undress Phuwin—from shirt to pants to underwear. He loved kissing, licking, sucking, and admiring every inch of his boy, but the moment demanded urgency. Just like his beloved had said, he was supposed to fuck him, right?
Naravit wasted no time pulling down his underwear, revealing his fully erect cock. The desire was driving him crazy. It throbbed, the head already slick with pre-cum. Phuwin sighed, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Can I be rough now?" Ever polite, Pond liked to ask for permission. Maybe he was more like his character Thee than he realized.
Phuwin nodded, and his boyfriend became more aggressive, yanking him closer and groping every part of his body before wrapping his right hand around his fully hard cock. High-pitched moans spilled from his mouth. Naravit's skilled hand slid along the wet length of his member.
"Hmmm… Pond…" It was a silent plea, but one he understood perfectly.
He positioned Phuwin so he was on all fours, his ass perfectly turned toward him. His hands were no longer gentle; they gripped his boyfriend's skin firmly. He slid his fingers between the cheeks until reaching the much-desired entrance. Having been given permission to be rough, he pushed one finger inside that tight hole. Phuwin moaned, needy, just the way he liked. Then a second finger joined, and once again the younger boy squirmed.
"Easy… Stay still and I'll fuck that cute little ass in a second, hmm?"
Phuwin sighed again. He truly loved hearing his boyfriend say explicit things to him. Then, roughly, Pond spat and used his own saliva to lubricate the tight hole. After putting on a condom, he thrust inside him. His hard, throbbing cock slid into that small entrance. Phuwin let out loud moans. It might hurt and feel uncomfortable at first, but it was insanely good.
Pond was fully on top of his boy, moving frantically. His hands went to Phuwin's neck, squeezing as if choking him. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room.
"Babe, you're so delicious…" Pond growled as he pounded into his boyfriend as fast as he could.
Their voices mixed together—Pond's deep, rough moans and Phuwin's higher, shameless ones. The marks from Naravit's hands were clearly visible on Phuwin's pale neck. Then he came, his whole body trembling as a wave of relief washed over him. A long sigh. He pulled out, removed the condom, and tossed it away.
Phuwin lay face down, breathing deeply, trying to recover.
"Teerak, are you okay?" Pond returned to his usual gentle, caring self. He wrapped his arms lovingly around his beloved and held him.
Phuwin rested his face against his chest.
"I'm okay, teerak," he replied sleepily.
They both covered themselves with the sheet and fell asleep in each other's arms. Pond loved moments like that. It was the best way to tame his jealous little beast.