Archive of Our Own

Chapter Text

Boss flopped back into the cushions on the most uncomfortable couch in the world. He rolled his neck to work out some of the strain.

It was not the Most Uncomfortable Couch in the World thanks purely to it’s construction- though that was certainly a factor, as the cushions were hard as planks of wood. Nor do to the fact that they’d swathed it in a stiflingly hot couch cover. There were several reasons he’d dubbed it so.

Firstly, it wasn’t big enough for all 4 of the stars of The Boy Next World to sit together. It wasn’t even quite big enough for him and his co-star Forth. They were constantly butting knees and adjusting their asses. It also meant that both his boy and his ‘son’ had to sit on the floor in front of them, with very little lumbar support.

Secondly, there was a camera pointed right at them. They were live reacting to their series- which ranged from fun, to sad, to awkward, and then swung to uncomfortably, acutely arousing, all in little more than an hour.

Thirdly, and most difficult to deal with, it was the same couch they’d used in their series. Which meant that few short months ago his lover had gotten on his knees in front of this couch and pretended to suck him off. He’d made out with him, his ass in his hands, holding his wrists down, in the very seat he was in right now. The seat his ‘son’ sat in? He’d had Noeul in his lap in that seat. Had felt him hard against his belly as he’d settled his ass in his lap. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it and they had filmed for hours. Had a few hours more before them.

They’d just finished watching an emotionally charged scene when a break had been called. Boss was rubbing his eyes with a tissue. Noeul had taken to leaning heavily on the inside of his right knee. Forth and Donut had leapt up and started stretching, working out the kinks.

A makeup artist was already descending on Boss. He mumbled a thank you as she dabbed his lips with color and reapplied concealer around his nose and eyes where he’d cried it off.

As soon as the artist released him he reached out and hooked his arms under Noeul’s, lifting him right up into his lap. No one on set even reacted as the makeup artist leaned forward and blotted some of the shine off his skin, tapped some more lipstick onto his plump lower lip.

Boss had started to drink from his water bottle. But he found himself arrested by the sight of Noeul’s bottom lip bouncing under the brush, only a few inches away. When the artist backed away and Noeul smiled in thanks, Boss rolled his bottom lip into his mouth. Noeul turned towards him with a distracted smile.

Boss lifted his water bottle to his lover’s lips. His lips parted automatically. Noeul drank. Boss’s brain blinked off. He tipped the bottle up more. Noeul opened his mouth wider and drank more deeply, throat moving.

Boss Chaikamon didn’t remember deciding anything about Noeul Lee.

He didn’t remember deciding Noeul was his. He didn’t remember deciding Noeul owned him. It had just seemed to happen. The other men and women he’d been with when they met faded into the background when he stopped calling. His time started to invest equally in filming LITA and in filling this person with every ounce of himself he could.

He did remember the first time he’d dominated him. The first time he’d held his struggling body down a little too hard against the solid wooden floor in the room they’d been given to workshop in. He remembered the way Noeul’s eyes had widened. The way white had shown around them. They way he’d pulled that plump bottom lip into his mouth. And he remembered the way Nouel had stopped struggling. The way he’d relaxed into submission as if it was the only natural response.

Boss had been filled with a heady rush of power- and relief, too. Because he’d been afraid. Afraid this man didn’t have submission in him, and would only see violence, and not caring. Boss didn’t know if he would have been able to handle that. Putting a boy over his lap and spanking his ass for the camera, he could’ve done. But he couldn’t have kissed him like he was the very air he breathed afterwards, not if that boy was afraid. Not if he missed the love in the discipline. Not if he saw violence instead of the care.

But from that very first moment he had given into him- had relaxed when he could’ve fought- he had belonged to Nuttarat Tangwai. They had been BossNoeul, in ways that they didn’t quite understand themselves.

And so it was that Noeul drank every drop of water that Boss fed to him. Didn’t even blink when Boss reached up and dabbed water off of his fresh lipstick with his thumb. He was just such a good fucking boy. Obedient. Naughty in all of his favorite ways.

When Noeul looked at him with those same sweet eyes, all these years later, Boss’s hand around his waist tugged him in a little tighter. Noeul blinked, surprised, as he flopped over against Boss’s chest. Boss’s eyes moved over his face, dropped to his lips, flicked back up to his eyes. Noeul lightly touched his teeth to the inside of his bottom lip, and smiled.

“What are you doing?” He hummed.

Boss asked, “Are you ready for the next part?”

The corner of Noeul’s lips twisted in amusement. “You mean watching the NC scene? I’m ready… are you?”

Boss gave his head the slightest of shakes.

“No?” Noeul chuckled.

“No,” Boss insisted, and tugged on Noeul’s waist again so there could be no disguising the way he was hard against his hip bone.

“We haven’t even started it, yet!” Noeul pretended to complain, slapping Boss’s chest solidly. But he groped him a little bit too. Boss rose both eyebrows and tensed the muscles in his chest, smirking.

“I’m not ready. I remember what you did, Nuttarat.” Noeul cocked his head. Boss caught Noeul behind the neck and pressed his forehead to the side of his head, whispering directly into his ear. “I remember how you gave them that moan. MY moan. The one you make with that very first thrust. What kind of boy changes their moans based on the angle they’re getting fake fucked at, huh? Who taught you to gasp like you’re cumming for the boom mic, huh?” His breath was hot and damp in his ear. Noeul twitched in his lap, breaths picking up. “Who taught you how to make such a slutty sound?” The hand on Noeul’s waist lifted slightly and came down in a small slap.

“Chaikamon,” Noeul forced out. “Chaikamon taught me what it sounds like to lose all my breath-” Noeul rocked his face towards Boss’s. Their lips were separated by centimeters only. “-when I take something so big inside me.”

Boss’s face showed too much. When his head jerked up to kiss Noeul he dodged and tucked his face into his throat instead. Boss’s hips gave one big roll beneath them, adjusting so his erection would stop getting pinched in his jeans as it grew and lengthened.

“We have to finish,” Noeul said, trying to control his breaths. The world was starting to filter back in around him, extending out from their bubble. He sincerely hoped no one had a phone camera centered on them. Boss and himself had been getting caught far too often lately.

“Heyyyyy,” Donut said, extending the greeting cutely. Noeul whipped his head over his shoulder, alarmed. Both of their ‘sons’ were standing close by. He hadn’t even noticed them approach. Boss hadn’t either, clearly, because he plopped back into the back of the couch. He winced and shifted uncomfortably.

Forth was wearing a black jacket and he’d popped his hands up onto his head. The flair of his jacket around him created a wall between their Phi’s and the rest of the world. Donut had a couple handfuls of snacks and a spare water bottle. There was a bit of nervousness in his voice when he said, “We grabbed you something in case you’re… hungry.”

He reached for the water bottle. Donut cracked the top off and handed it over.

Noeul turned back to Boss and held it over his head. “Need me to cool your head?” He teased, aiming for nonchalant. Boss blew out a slow, controlled breath, and tipped his head back. Noel tipped the bottle and watched the water stream between his perfect lips.

Forth, who was deeply and secretly attracted to Boss, blew out his own blustery breath as the older man’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He could hear him swallow. There was a possessive gleam in Noeul’s eyes.

They settled into their places, making short work of the snacks. Noeul stayed in Boss’s lap. Donut sat on Forth’s knee, thinking it would be slightly less weird if they were both doing it. It made him feel a little shy when Forth’s hand- he had big hands- lay on his hip.

Eventually they all had to return to work. The video was flicked back on. Microphones handed out. Noeul eased down to the floor before Boss, settling onto a cushion. Boss asked him again if he was sure he was comfortable enough. He asked Donut too. Both boys waved him off. Boss gave Noeul several warm strokes along his shoulders and back. Forth and Donut moved into similar poses. Forth’s fingers skimmed gently over Donut’s shoulder, lightly rubbed his collar bone.

The screen flickered. Their show came up.

Boss Chaikamon pulled a flat box out of his pocket and tucked it between his thigh and the arm of the Most Uncomfortable Couch in the World. He’d bought a gift for Noeul, a pretty crystal hourglass necklace. A gift for his lover to commemorate the ending of their second series. He’d done something similar for Love In The Air.

The gemstone would glitter so prettily when he inevitably got to watch it bounce off Noeul’s clavicles.

The build up was almost worse than the pay off, when it came to watching the end of the 10th episode of their show. There was a challenging scene with Boss’s character’s mother. As she screamed at him and his lover, he felt the rage of his character. He rolled the ring he wore on his left ring finger to purge the anger.

The necklace was a bright spot. Noeul lit up like the dawn when he placed it around his neck. Boss enjoyed watching the back of his neck turn red in embarrassment. He liked the way his fingers kept being drawn to stroke the pendant.

And then the NC scene came. Noeul contracted, tensing up between his knees, squealing.

Boss didn’t have breath to scream.

His blood burned. Burned.

They had hardly even started when his heart started to pound. He could feel himself going red up his throat. On screen, the boy his lover was pretending to be sucked on his mouth, put his hands up his shirt. If he was hard before- it was nothing compared to now. He was pinched uncomfortably in his jeans, having to tug in the edges of his brown shirt to cover himself. Noeul tried to turn to him, maybe looking for connection, but Boss had to spin him back, keeping him between his iron hard dick and the camera pointed squarely between his legs.

Boss could almost feel his back hit the wall as Phu- Noeul- Phu- shoved him against it on screen. He recalled the way he’d lost his breath then, the frisson of astonishment and lust. His tongue rolled in his mouth, miming how it had twisted with Phu’s. The man he’d been pushed Phukan into his bedroom. Boss’s teeth parted and came together. He’d bitten him, just there, as he’d lifted his ass onto the desk. Bitten Noeul’s throat. Listened to the very real moan vibrate up the flesh beneath his teeth.

Boss grabbed Noeul’s shoulder as the smaller boy squealed with embarrassment when his character begged him- “P’Cir, hurry up.” He wanted to comfort him. Wasn’t sure if he was managing it.

When Noeul shrank deeper into his hold he leaned forward and slid his hands down his body, kneading his tense muscles, wrapping himself around the smaller boy. Noeul had a fluffy plushie in his lap. No one noticed when Boss fit his hand between the pillow and Noeul’s body. No one noticed as the back of his nails dragged down Noeul’s tit, over his hard nipple, and squeezed. Noeul’s body subtly rocked, his expression tightened. Boss could hear Noeul’s strangled breathing. Could hear his own breaths hissing between his teeth.

And then Phu moaned. The moan that Boss had given him.

Noeul’s body arched as he squealed with discomfort. Boss grabbed his shoulder and squeezed, grit his teeth, sucked in air. He made a sound. Something between a growl and a moan. Noeul yanked the microphone down. He didn’t know if the mic had caught the sound. Maybe they’d have to cut it when they released this footage. Boss didn’t care. Couldn’t care. He was burning, after all. He leaned heavily into Neoul, needing to feel him in his arms.

Then it was over. Boss collapsed backwards into Forth. He used the opportunity to rock his hips, try to give his dick some breathing room.

Somehow they made it through the end of the show. Through the interview afterwards. Boss managed to be some kind of normal, he thought. Said all the right words, waved goodbye to the camera.

And when they called cut and the camera cut out, Boss was up. He stepped around Noeul and strode over to the snack table, desperate to move, to breathe. Warring desires fought in his belly. There were people to smile at, thank. He should’ve been doing that. Instead he was grabbing a cold Cola out of the ice bucket and pressing it against his pounding pulse point. Trying to calm his breathing, his body temperature, his pinched dick.

Noeul leaned into his eye line and said, “That for me?” He wrapped both hands around Boss’s and drew the can to himself, cracking it open. He locked eyes with his lover. And then his pretty pink tongue came out and slid right up the side of the can, a stripe right over the logo, where it had been resting against Boss’s throat. Boss made a lost sort of sound as he slurped the first sip noisily from the hole.

“Dirty fucking kid.” Boss swore, as his control broke. Boss grabbed the can of Cola and pitched it over his shoulder. He was the first to release a shocked, dismayed yelp. “Oh SHIT!” He yelled, feigning shock, jostling Noeul away from the mess he’d created. “Shit!”

The soda can poured its sticky contents over the floor. People scrambled. Someone called for a mop, paper towels. Someone started apologizing to Boss as he fumbled through, “I’m so sorry” and “I completely fumbled that!” and “Can I help in any way?”

They reassured him, flapping their hands, reassuring their star attractions.

“I have to get out of these soggy clothes…” Boss dragged Noeul away as soon as they all turned away. “I need you.” Boss growled into his ear. Boss’s tongue went into Noeul’s ear and Noeul audibly choked on a moan.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Forth and Donut were coming after them. Noeul’s fingers caught in the arms of Boss’s jacket. “The kids are following,” he managed.

Boss paused just before the door, waiting for them to almost catch up before he swept through, hand heavy around Noeul’s waist. Forth and Donut came right after them. Donut was turned back to the room- loudly exclaiming about how badly they all had to pee before the door swung shut.

In the hallway they took a couple of short turns. Bypassed the bathrooms- thanks goodness.

Forth slapped Boss on his shoulder as he and Donut outpaced them. Boss spared him a nod. Noeul briefly turned back, confusion showing on his face. “Keep walking,” Boss muttered.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re covering for us.” Noeul gaped at him. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve been giving Forth sex advice for at least a month. He owes me.”

Noeul covered his mouth with his hand, laughter spilling out. “You’re KIDDING.”

“It’s not like you can learn good sex from just anywhere, tirak.”

And he spun him through a door.

It was the dressing room. Small, crowded with clothes on clothing racks. A small couch in the back with a coffee table in front. The vanity lights were on around the two large mirrors. Noeul could see his own flushed face. “Who’s he using the sex advice on?”

“Don’t know. I gave him advice for guys and girls. Not sure how he’s using it.”

“What advice did my almighty Chaikamon give to our sons?”

“Let me show you.” Boss reeled him into his body.

Noeul met Boss’s fierce kiss with his own, sucking at his mouth, reveling in his taste. Their tongues fought and shoved. Their lips locked and parted, locked and parted.

Like he had just moments before on screen, Noeul shoved his lover. Boss’s back hit the door. He groaned like he was in pain, but it was pure burning lust in his dark eyes. He thumbed the lock closed.

Neoul kept eye contact as he dropped his overshirt off his shoulders. He let it fall prettily to the floor. With a fingertip he passed the crystal necklace at his throat through the collar of his tee and drew it over his head, tossing it aside as well.

“You like it?” Boss panted, tongue twisting in his mouth like it was lonely.

Noeul skimmed the thin chain over his collarbones. Over the pendant in the hollow of his throat. Down his chest- even slower now- dipping into the divots of his muscles. “I like it.” Noeul said. He reached for Boss’s hand and folded his into it. He drew it up so the back of his knuckles could trail across the thin metal. Then he drew the fist down lower, brushing it down his chest. Over his own nipple. “You didn’t warn me. I have nothing for you.” He said, his eyes wide and innocent, but the corners of his mouth twisting with mischief.

“I know how you can pay me back.”

“Oh?”

“Be Phukan for me.” Boss grinned, his hand rising until he could skin his knuckles across Noeul’s bottom lip.

“Really?” He was genuinely surprised. “Why Phu?”

“Because,” Boss pressed his thumb into Noeul’s mouth and he immediately began to suck it, “Because he’s a cock hungry little slut. He just hasn’t figured that out yet.”

Noeul moaned around Boss’s thumb, his eyelashes fluttering as the words struck him. Boss dragged that pretty pink mouth close and slid his tongue into it.

Noeul put his hands up Boss’s tee, seeking skin. Boss was never still. Even now he was manhandling his lover closer, pulling his head around, rolling his powerful body as they kissed and kissed. It made all his muscles ripple, his skin so soft and taut over them. Tight, small nipples and skin slightly sticky from sweating under the lights. Noeul dug into him with his hands, wanting to fill them with him. Wanting to fill every part of himself with Boss Chaikamon.

He pulled back to tear Boss’s shirt from his body. He sunk his mouth down his body, sucking his collarbone, tonguing his pectorals, tasting the salt of his sweat. He bit his nipple, making Boss jerk and groan. Noeul could listen to his sexy moans all day- had done so many times and never gotten bored.

“Jagiya,” Noeul tongued the nipple he’d bitten. “When does it stop feeling like this?” He brought his mouth up to Boss’s, sucked his bottom lip. Twisted his tongue into his mouth. Swallowed the taste of him.

“Hasn’t.” Chaikamon admitted. “Not ever. I don’t know.” He lifted Noeul, his knees coming up to tighten on his hips. Noeul’s fingers went into his hair while Boss’s mouth went around his nipple.

Boss took the 5 steps to the small leather couch and dropped onto it, Noeul in his lap. They sunk into the well worn cushions. Boss made a pleased sound and stretched comfortably, sticking both his legs out straight and wide.

Boss pressed open mouth kisses into the little divots between Noeul’s muscles. He leaned all the way down to suck a hickey right onto the heart tattooed on his hip, bite the curve of bone.

“Mmmm,” Noeul’s head rolled back as Boss feasted on him.

Boss froze all of a sudden. “Look at you.” He said wonderingly.

Noeul’s eyes opened. With his head tipped back he could see his own back in the vanity mirrors. The defined muscles. The slim waist. The little divots above his ass. The bottom of his shoes where they were set inside Boss’s knees. Boss cupped him and squeezed, jiggled. “Look at the fat little ass on you.” He growled. Noeul watched his own expression twist with arousal when Boss spanked his ass cheek. His gaze clashed with Boss’s. There was avarice there, hunger.

“Is it all the time?”

“When we’re not together, I can function. When I’m with you, it’s all the time.” He put his hands down the back of Noeul’s pants, squeezing his ass again, rocking it just to watch the motion in the mirror. “I want to touch you, taste you. Own you, order you. It’s you for me.”

“All consuming? All the time?” Boss made a sound of agreement. Noeul’s fingertips trailed down Boss’s shoulder, his bicep, his forearm, raising goosebumps. His lips parted.

“Don’t tell me you love me.” Boss caught his jaw in his hand and dragged his eyes to his. “I didn’t ask you to be Phu to make you say it to me.”

Noeul’s eyes moved between both of Boss’s. Was this character bleed? They’d just watched their own love confession on screen after all. Was it more? Did Noeul even want it to be more?

“Are you sure… that that isn’t what you wanted?” Noeul breathed.

Boss’s thumb skimmed his lip, cupping his face. For a moment all was still. It was just the two of them in a convenient shadow, staring each other down. Boss’s face was tense, his eyes darting. Lips, left eye, right eye, lips. Over and over. He was usually so easy to read but there was so much there. It was impossible to pull apart the tangled threads of lust, confusion, frustration, passion, attraction. Where was Love? What did it look like in this face? Noeul wasn’t sure if he didn’t see it, or if it was always there, so much that he couldn’t tell if it was new.

He brought both his hands up to cup Boss’s and turned into it, kissing his palm.

Boss’s expression softened. He drew Noeul’s lips to his own and kissed him. Softly. Simply.

When they separated, Noeul rolled his lips in, sucking Boss’s taste from them. He eased Boss’s hand around underneath his jaw, encouraging his fingers to tense there.

Boss understood immediately. His energy changed. The moment passed.

When Boss put pressure on his lower jaw, Noeul folded his knees between the larger boy’s and
sunk obediently to the ground. His hands came up to Boss’s belt, palming him through his jeans. “P’Cir,” he fluttered his lashes at him, smirking a little. “Teach me?” He popped his belt open.

Boss’s eyebrows drew together with passion. Noeul drew his jeans and boxer briefs down to his thighs. He looked up at Boss and made an exaggerated shocked face, like Phu had the first time he’d been face to face with Cir’s size in their series. Boss gave his jaw a yank in punishment and they both laughed.

“Am I supposed to pretend it’s my first time sucking you off, Jeab?” Noeul teased.

“If I feel your teeth I’ll beat that sexy ass red, Nuttarat.” Boss warned, cocking his head, tongue rolling inside his lips to disguise his amused smile.

Noeul laughed and slid his tongue up Boss’s dick in one long stroke. Amusement was swept off Boss’s expression. His lips parted. When Noeul lapped precum from his slit he moaned aloud. Noeul’s brain switched off. His focus narrowed. Boss’s hands, Boss’s sounds, Boss’s taste. He swirled his tongue around the head of his cock and down. Teased his tongue under the flare of the head. He sucked down first one side, then the other. His plush mouth lowered and left smears of makeup on Boss’s hips, his pelvis, as he sucked and licked in every direction. Boss’s head fell back with a quiet thump when he tucked his tongue in against his balls.

When Noeul finally took him into his mouth Boss started to buck his hips. Both his hands slid into Noeul’s hair. He wasn’t at all surprised as Boss took over the motion. He slid his cock straight to the back of Noeul’s mouth and paused. Noeul knew what he wanted, so he breathed in and held the air. Boss pressed in the last inch Noeul could take, into the tight clasp of his throat. Boss groaned loudly when Noeul swallowed around the head, squeezing him.

“Good fucking boy,” he praised, voice strained.

He pulled Noeul’s head up and off. Noeul huffed a couple breaths through his parted lips. Then he took a breath in and held it. Boss lowered him back down his length, pumping his cock into his throat several times before letting the boy up for another breath. When he brought him down a third time, Boss’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, tirak.” He moaned. He pulled his head up, off, tipped it back, and stuck his tongue in Noeul’s gaping mouth, sucking the taste of Noeul’s saliva and his own precum. “Stand up.”

Noeul did, breathing hard. “I thought- you’d want to finish in my mouth?”

“No,” Boss said simply, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “You’re gonna ride me.”

“The fuck I am,” Noeul said. “Do you just carry lube everywhere you go?”

Boss, with one packet of lube between his teeth and pulling another out of his wallet, scrunched his brows. Slightly muffled, he said, “Of course I do.”

Noeul couldn’t argue with him. In his own bag he had a little green card sleeve that Boss had gifted him after finishing LITA. He kept lube in it. It had seemed poetic. “We’re-” he flapped his hand at the door. “We’re supposed to be working.”

“You’re about to be working on me,” Boss assured him, peeling the packet of lube open between his canines and dribbling it over his dick.

“Boss!” Boss looked at Noeul. He was flushed down his throat and over his chest. His soft black pants were tented.

“Take your pants off. Let me see those pretty legs.” Noeul swayed forward a step, moistening his lips. Boss caught him round the hips and drew his pants and underwear down, tugging them and his shoes off in a few decisive tugs. Then he lifted the boy into his lap, settling him high on his chest. His hands reached around to knead his ass cheeks. Noeul leaned down to kiss him. Foil tore and Boss’s fingers slicked lubricant between his cheeks. Noeul’s breath shuddered out across Boss’s tongue as he gently teased and pressed him open.

Boss didn’t let their situation rush him. He filled his boy with one finger, then two, slickening him inside. Noeul was starting to rut against his chest, smearing precum, still kissing him for all he was worth. Boss took his other hand and led it down to where his boy was achingly hard, surrounding him with both of their hands. Noeul moaned as he was stroked inside and out.

He broke in bare minutes, pleading, “Jagi, I’m ready.” His little chuckle was shaky. “P’Cir, hurry up.”

Boss took his hips. “Pick up your knees. On your feet, tirak.”

Noeul rolled his lips together, shy, but rolled from knees to the flats of his feet. Boss held him steady as he lowered.

There was pressure at his back hole. They both groaned. Noeul kept one hand hooked behind Boss’s neck, and dropped the other back onto Boss’s knee. He rocked his hips forward and back. Breathed. Relaxed. And he slid down, down, down.

Boss released a low moan, “Fuck, tirak, you take it so well now.” He pressed up on Noeul’s hips, lifting him slowly up. “Off, baby,” he murmured. Noeul obeyed, lifting completely off of his lover. Boss’s fingers pressed inside him again, slick with lubricant, rotating.

Noeul groaned at the sensation, twisting his hips, “Jaeb, more. Please.”

“Shhh,” he soothed and pulled his hand away. Noeul heard the wet sound of Boss smoothing more lubricant over himself. Then Boss’s arms came around his waist and they both lowered him back down. Noeul felt pressure, the stretch of his body, as Boss’s crown spread him open. They moaned in tandem. Immediately he pressed through his heels and rose. The added lubricant made it almost too easy to rise and fall over him.

Noeul’s head dropped back with pleasure. Boss’s mouth moved down his throat. Sucked his Adam’s apple, his collarbones. The golden chain he’d gifted Noeul was sucked between his lips. He rolled it over his tongue, trapped it between his teeth. Let it fall, sticky with his saliva, against his clavicle.

His eyes lifted from the necklace and caught on the mirror over Noeul’s shoulder. “Never get tired of that view.”

Noeul glanced over his shoulder again. Boss clenched his ass cheek in one hand and put the other at the base of his spine, adding pressure to increase his arch. They both groaned when it gave them a perfect view of Noeul’s rim flaring around Boss’s cock. “Slow, slow. Wanna watch you stretch around me.” Noeul obeyed. He pushed up until just the head of him stretched him open. The descent had him shuddering, nerve endings firing, muscles clenching. A soft sound trembled from his throat. Boss’s grip pulled him back up. Then another mind melting descent.

Boss took his hand off his back and circled his dick with it instead. Noeul lost all his breath. The next thrust had him being filled from behind and thrusting through Boss’s fist. The sound he made was barely human, hips stuttering. “Ch-Chaikamon,” he panted.

“Moan for me, baby. Phukan moans like a dirty little slut when he takes my cock.” Boss’s fingers tightened and Boss jerked his hips up to meet Noeul’s. Noeul jerked with surprise.

“Oh- ffuuuck-” Noeul whined. Boss fucked him from underneath, bouncing Noeul in his lap. The slow, easy ride was over. He stuffed the last couple inches of his cock into him, pounding him deep inside. Their skin slapped until the sound filled their ears. And Noeul was moaning, those same desperate moans he’d performed in front of a camera with Boss’s iron hard cock against his ass. The sound was never ending, growing louder, and Boss was growling filthy, filthy things into the bottom of his jaw.

“Keep it coming, nice and loud. Let me hear how much you like it. How much you love to be used like a cute little fuckdoll. You're leaking precum all over my belly. You gonna cum on me? Go ahead. I'll make my cute boy lick it off me.” Noeul’s voice started to form a word. Boss paused to listen.

“Harder,” Noeul begged.

Boss grinned, shifted his grip, and-

His phone started buzzing.

Noeul released a little squeal and tore away from Boss. “FUCK!”

“Hold on, hold on! Shit. Hold on.” Boss fumbled around his jeans. He dragged his phone out of his pocket. “I got some-” His eyebrow lifted and then he huffed a laugh. “It’s alright.” He soothed. He turned his phone around and Noeul read the messages. His stomach twisted with embarrassment.

The texts were from Forth and Donut. They’d been roaming the hallway to keep an eye out- but for fuck’s sake could they keep it down a little?!

“They HEARD me?!” Noeul backed away, closer to the clothes racks, staring at the door in horror.

“Probably only a little. It’s my fault. I have to remember where we are.” Boss stood and kissed his face, squeezed him. “It’s fine. You can be quiet, can’t you?”

Noeul looked at him like he was crazy. “W- We have to stop,” he hissed. “They can hear us!”

Boss snorted, “No fucking way we’re stopping.” Then he spun Noeul and pressed him against the wall. Noeul reached back, pushing at him, hissing curses. Boss put one hand flat between his shoulder blades and used the other to yank his hips out. The second he was pressed against Noeul’s hole the smaller boy’s struggles weakened. Boss shifted his hips, letting his dick drag over his hole again. “Tell me you don’t want this back.” Boss’s laugh was airy and low against his ear.

“Fuck you,” Noeul muttered, but the next stroke had him lifting his hips to meet it.

“Uh-uh,” Boss teased. “Say it.”

“Fuck- just- fuck me,” Noeul flashed a grin over his shoulder, “P’Cir.”

Boss slapped the side of his ass, hard, making him squeak again. “Say it again,” he warned.

“FUCK! Just fuck me, Chaikamon!”

Boss didn’t answer. He just tunneled his dick into him.

Boss’s hand locked over his mouth to stifle Noeul’s trembling moan. He pressed his own face against Noeul’s shoulder, stifling himself as well as his cock was engulfed. He immediately began to thrust inside him, hard, reveling in their skin slapping, in Noeul’s muffled grunts. He dropped his other hand to where Noeul was so damn hard and stroked him, hard. Noeul’s body jerked, shuddered, and the sounds trapped in Boss’s hand got louder.

“Gonna tell you a secret,” Boss grit out, lifting his mouth just enough to get the words out. “Wanna hear it?”

“Mmf,” was Noeul’s only reply.

“I wish they’d fucking hear you,” Boss hissed. “I want them to know you’re taking me in your ass right here, right now. You know how fucking hard that makes me?” His thrusts changed, slower, but harder, clapping against Noeul’s cheeks. “Maybe they got to hear you moan, but I’m the only one who makes you moan, and I want them all to know it.”

That did it. Noeul’s hand slapped down over Boss’s to try and stifle his bit off moans. His cum poured out over Boss’s fingers. Boss bit his shoulder, trying to stifle himself as the clasp of Noeul’s internal muscles forced his own ending. They jerked and shuddered together, pressing in close, clutching each other.

Noeul panted, “Stop, stop.” Boss pulled back, confused.

He caught him before he could fall. “Woah- okay, okay!” He pulled him up higher with one arm and caught him under the legs with the other, scooping him up. “Noeul, are you okay?”

“Sorry,” Noeul wrapped his arms around Boss’s neck. “I just lost all the strength in my legs.” He winced and met Boss’s eyes, “Sorry!”

Boss huffed, and then laughed aloud. He took just a couple steps to set his lover down on the couch. Then he hooked the boy’s forehead to his and laughed even harder. Noeul finally snorted and joined him, his fingers going into Boss’s hair. They shared laughter and brief, smacking kisses, inside the bubble of their own making.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

They jerked apart, Noeul giving another short shriek.

“Boss, Noeul? We’re ready for you back on set are you still- resting?”

“There goes the security detail,” Boss muttered and swept to his feet. “We’ll be out in ten minutes.” He called towards the door. They heard footsteps as the person left.

They took a solid 30 seconds to stare at each other and question their life choices. Then Boss said, “Sit still. Let me get you something to clean up with.”

Just about as soon as they were done cleaning the room, eachother, and dressing, there was a tentative knock on the door. Boss opened it to the guilty faces of their ‘sons.’

“You were supposed to be watching the door,” Boss lectured as they strode towards the lights and cameras, Noeul tucked into his side.

“We’re really sorry,” Forth muttered back. “We got distracted.”

Donut’s blush wasn’t lost on Noeul. He was pretty sure he knew what the distraction had been.

“It’s fine,” he sighed, leaning on Boss a little more heavily. “Let’s just get through this. Then we’ll treat you guys to dinner.”

“Ah,” Donut cleared his throat. “We might just go home after this. Really tired, you know.”

“Sure,” Boss grinned. “Whatever you say, Nong.”