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The dance steps could be heard incessantly throughout the studio.
The rehearsals continued day after day, the 22 couples taking turns to occupy the studio for the rehearsal of their individual performances.
Pond and Phuwin were last, right after the joint performance with the others.
It was late at night and Pond could see the tiredness in Phuwin's eyes, the energy drained even to communicate with each other.
But they kept going, rehearsing while the muscle memory unconsciously moved them, the music repeating over and over again, the steps coming together already sloppy.
Phuwin let out a tired noise and sat on the floor when the music signaled the end, letting his head fall forward. Pond could see the sweat dripping down the back of his neck even with the air conditioning on.
"Are you okay, Phu?" he asked, also panting, hovering behind him and pulling his arms up in an attempt to revive him, seeing the reflection of the two of them in the large mirror.
"Yeah, just tired," the words came out with difficulty, as he brushed his damp hair out of his eyes.
Pond stepped aside to get him a glass of water, screwing the cap on and handing it to him when Phuwin found the courage to stand up.
After he had swallowed half of the water in one go, he said: "Pond, I need help with something."
Phuwin wasn't a dancer like Pond, and no matter how hard he tried, there was always something missing in his mind, something he hadn't grasped and needed the other to confirm how it should be done.
He asked for help, and Pond willingly taught him. Holding his waist to straighten him out, demonstrating the steps more than once, and even couting to Phuwin to get into the rhythm again.
So when Phuwin continued with the request, Pond shouldn't have been so nervous, his heart shouldn't have raced.
But with Phuwin it was like that, a box of surprises. Always something to make him more fucked up, to make him more obsessed with him.
"I don't think I'm doing it right when we shake our hips. Can you help me?"
Pond sighed deeply and had to check the reflection in the mirror to make sure he wasn't red.
As he got closer, he tried to tell himself that there was nothing wrong with this, that he should teach Phuwin how to move his hips and that was it. Nothing wrong with it, nothing to worry about.
He stopped on Phuwin's right side and hummed so he knew where they were in the choreography, then raised his hand and moved his hips.
"See? Like this. You start at the chest and let it slide down your hips, like a wave."
Phuwin asked him to do it again and even though he was very embarrassed to be looked at so closely, doing such a sensual move, he did it. For Phuwin, he would do anything.
"Like this?" Phuwin tried to copy him, but soon stopped in the middle of the movement, somewhat static and awkward. "See? I can't do it like you do. Can you teach me?"
Sometimes Pond thought Phuwin did it on purpose. He looked at him with those bright eyes and asked him for something that wouldn't let him sleep for the next three nights in a row because he knew it would affect him.
It was always like that, with unspoken words but explicit touches, with passionate looks and no confession. And inside Pond's mind a tornado formed, full of feelings ready to be exposed.
He wondered if he was the only one who felt this way, if Phuwin really did all that to him innocently, hoping that Pond would feel nothing more than friendship for him. Because Pond felt so much inside him.
But he couldn't. Like a gravitational force he couldn't pull away from Phuwin, couldn't say no to that smile that was his world. So he pretended he wasn't the least bit affected and nodded.
Fulfilling his role as a good submissive for Phuwin that he was, he just swallowed hard and hoped he didn't show too much nervousness.
He wondered if Phuwin could feel his warm breath on the back of his neck as he stood behind him. Putting one hand on the center of his defined chest and the other on the small of his back, almost at his tailbone, Pond pressed.
"See? You have to stick your chest out... That's it, like this. Then throw your hips forward and shake... That's it."
Pond didn't know how he managed to stay sane, with his hands touching him, the heat of their bodies mixing.
Phuwin's gaze was fixed on him through the glass of the mirror, but he only paid attention to how Phuwin's body moved so well in front of him, how he smelled good even after a few hours of training incessantly.
And somehow when Phuwin followed his voice in his ear and did what he was told, Pond was so mesmerized that he forgot where he was. Phuwin's body moved so sensually, so close to him that it seemed like he had what he wanted but couldn't take it.
Pond sighed and murmured softly: "Again."
Phuwin repeated it, a little faster this time, his hips loosening more, his body moving closer to Pond.
"Do it again. Move your hips forward, let go, Phuwin," Pond said softly and boldly, swallowing hard.
At this point he no longer knew if Phuwin was doing it right or not, he couldn't see anything in the mirror, he couldn't check if the movement was well executed or not. As Phuwin moved again and again as he commanded, his gaze was on his back, on Phuwin's ass shaking so close to him that he could almost feel it.
"Like this?" Phuwin had the audacity to take his free hand and place it on his hip, right where the hipbone jutted out, perfect for Pond to hold.
He felt a wave of anxiety pass through him as Phuwin repeated the movement. Very slowly this time, meeting Pond's gaze in the mirror.
The body moved beneath his hand and Pond felt dizzy. Countless sinful scenes flashed through his mind.
Phuwin's murmurs as he practiced filling his ear like sound memories, the urge to press their bodies together, his erection beginning to twitch inside his sweatpants.
When Phuwin didn't look away from him, Pond moved closer, surrendering to his own desire to feel more. When their lower parts met, he felt how small Phuwin became against his chest.
And suddenly all that crap Phuwin was telling his fans about how he wanted to show off what a complete man he was now, with his defined chest and showing it off to millions of people, made him want to laugh.
Because he was so small next to him, his body shrinking as Pond's broad chest swallowed him up. Phuwin was perfect like this. Just for him. Molded to his chest, fitting into Pond's body like a missing piece of a puzzle.
Their breaths mingled and the air became thick around them, difficult to pull into their lungs. Phuwin's body burned on top of his, his eyes trembling at the reflection where they looked at each other.
"Phuwin...", he began. The heat was already rising up his neck and his erection was completely hard.
He wanted to push Phuwin against the nearest wall and whisper in his mouth how he had the audacity to do this to him, he wanted to discipline him in the most sinful way possible. He wanted it so much it hurt.
Before he could, Phuwin leaned back and rubbed his erection very slowly, purposefully. Pond looked at him in the mirror and his cheeks were rosy.
And the way he looked at him, Pond could see the desire in his eyes, his gaze roaming his face as if to say he felt it too.
"Like this?", he asked, raising his eyebrows as he continued to move his hips.
Pond bites his lip and smiles. Phuwin would be the death of him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Pond mutters as he squeezes his hip bones, waiting for another signal, another word for him to continue.
"Rehearsing. Aren't you going to teach me P'Pond?" and he still uses that tone. That tone that makes Pond tremble, that makes him forget all rational thoughts in his mind and let only sensations fill him.
"I can teach you many things," Pond says and buries his nose in Phuwin's neck, inhaling the scent.
The taste of salt floods Pond's palate as he licks a long strip of the other's neck in front of him, sighing heavily over the wet skin.
From that moment on there are no more scruples, there is no more right or wrong, there is no more morality.
Nothing else matters. Everything disappears from his mind, only Phuwin's taste floods him. The doubts, the fear of being seen, of being rejected, of being a thing of the moment, sink into the back of his mind and all he thinks about is the body in front of him.
"But I think you already know well," Pond continues as he bites Phuwin's earlobe, going little by little, feeling every bit.
And it's like a damn dream when Phuwin rolls back again, shy but so exposed. He rests his head on Pond's shoulder and sighs loudly. Pond thinks he would look beautiful moaning like that.
"Fuck, that's it. Who taught you how to do that?" Pond asks softly in his ear, brushing his lips against the white ear. He doesn't leave the skin for a second, exploring the body with his large hands as Phuwin bends over him.
Then he wraps his right hand around Phuwin's neck and this unconsciously makes him lift his head from Pond's shoulder, meeting their gazes through the reflection again.
Phuwin swallows hard and Pond can feel his throat working under his palm. It's fucking exciting.
"Phi P-Pond," he stutters a little as he says. Answering the question directed at him, calling the sweet name on his tongue, asking for more... he doesn't know. He just calls it. And it's fucking liberating to be able to say his name with such desire.
The sight of Pond is completely intoxicating. Phuwin breathing heavily, with Pond's hand covering his entire neck as if it was made to be there. Their bodies pressed together, stuck together as one.
Pond takes a deep breath and laughs, taking his hand from his neck, moving it to his narrow waist, pulling him closer with such force that Phuwin shakes a little.
"Then show Phi again how to do it," the tone echoes thick and husky, full of desire. He feels Phuwin tremble a little.
But he feels so good when he grinds again, bringing a hand to Pond's neck to hold himself up as he extends the duration of the movements in his hips. Pushing more, feeling more.
Pond responds, watching through the mirror as the narrow body moves in front of him, so needy, so devoted. He pushes forward slowly, watching Phuwin close his eyes clouded with pleasure and sigh as he feels how hard he is.
Continuing, searching for more, Pond slides his hand inside Phuwin's black T-shirt and feels him. Finding the dark nipples, he twists them slowly between his fingers, making Phuwin's movements stop on his cock.
Phuwin moans softly as he massages him with his fingertips, letting him feel everything, slowly and willingly. "Fuck.."
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep going," Pond says somewhat authoritatively in Phuwin's ear when he gets too caught up in the movements on his chest.
"Pond...", he calls out moaning, closing his eyes and holding onto Pond's arms, begging without any words.
"Hm? Maybe you don't deserve me to tie you up with that belt, you learned the choreography so well," he murmurs slyly behind Phuwin, watching him whimper.
"Do you want me to tie you up, Phuwin?", he asks in so many words, loud and clear.
Phuwin mumbles something he doesn't understand, biting his lips to try to contain his moans, somewhat miserably.
"Pond, stop...I-I," Phuwin begins and Pond immediately frees his nipple from his touch, watching Phuwin sigh in relief as his body goes limp in front of him, free from the overstimulation.
"What do you want? Tell me and I'll do it," he murmurs and this time it's him who starts moving his hips, pulling Phuwin's waist closer.
He continues simulating thrusts forward and Phuwin kind of gets lost in it, moaning softly without meaning to.
Pond removes his tank top at once when it starts to get too hot, taking off Phuwin's shirt right after.
Still without an answer, Pond finally turns him around and has to hold him tightly with his arms around his waist to kiss him. Their tongues meet immediately, exploring and finding their way.
It’s liberating to kiss out of character, with no one to direct them. He savors it, and it’s totally different. Phuwin is surrendered, raw. But at the same time dominant, twisting his tongue in Pond’s mouth and pulling him close.
Pond stops the wet kiss when he runs out of air, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and watching him get redder.
"You're so hot," he murmurs into Phuwin's mouth, watching him get all sloppy with the imminent pleasure, "With that little waist, grinding on my cock."
"You like it, hm?", he asks smiling when Phuwin moans and bites his neck, kissing and sucking the skin as if he wanted to taste it, without any coherent words leaving his lips. Phuwin captures his mouth again, pulling him into another session of tireless kisses that only ends when Phuwin tries to rub himself against him again, trying to find some relief in the contact of their bodies.
If he didn't say what he wanted then Pond would.
"Turn around. Put your hands on the mirror," Pond orders and asks permission before starting to unzip Phuwin's jeans, finding the black underwear holding his painful erection.
Through the mirror he sees how beautiful Phuwin is. With his disheveled hair, his mind lost and his body completely surrendered to Pond.
Pond would never tire of adoring him with his eyes, he was so lucky.
Still massaging Phuwin from the outside, he feels the wet fabric in his hand and moans a little hoarsely, seeing how excited Phuwin was for him.
"So wet, baby. Did you get like this just rubbing yourself against me?", he asks softly, finally freeing Phuwin from the only fabric covering his body, letting his hand slide over his erection.
"Fuck, Pond. A-ahh," he moans beautifully.
Letting his head fall back, the sound echoing between their bodies, raw and intrinsic.
He continues with the movements, until seeing Phuwin start to come undone in his hand becomes too much. Pulling his pants down along with his underwear, he releases his erection as well and immediately presses their bodies together, letting his wet length slide into Phuwin's ass, which arches up for more.
"Pond...", Phuwin looks back to find him, still with his hands on the glass, "I want you."
Pond remembers the scene of Phuwin begging for him, feeling his cock release a little precum when he sees him like that, begging and exposed to him.
"We have nothing here," he distributes kisses along his toned back, feeling the muscle move beneath his lips, "But I can fuck your thighs if you want."
He says it like it's nothing and Phuwin almost cries with excitement, closing his eyes and nodding frantically.
"Yes, y-yes please Pond, fuck. I want it."
Pond is not one to deny this man anything, so he murmurs a few more compliments into Phuwin's back before bringing his pale legs together in front of him. "Stay like this," he demands.
The other nods and Pond slides slowly between his thighs, moaning along with Phuwin as their bodies press together again.
"Shit, Pond," he curses, clenching his fingers on the glass, hoping they'll hold him back from Pond's impact behind him.
Murms come out of Pond's mouth as he thrusts between his thighs, feeling the soft skin welcome him so well, feeling Phuwin squeeze him.
He thrusts forward but all he can imagine is him inside Phuwin, with his legs around his neck, feeling every inch of his body tremble under his touch.
And it's like heaven to see Phuwin like that, surrendered and inert in pleasure, with his eyes glazed over, leaking into him without even being touched directly.
Pond kisses the back of his neck and pulls him tighter, the overwhelming pleasure taking over him, much more from the fact that it's Phuwin in front of him than from the act itself.
"Phuwin, fuck. I want you so fucking bad," he mumbles meaninglessly, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
Phuwin takes it so well, trying to keep his thighs tight, trying not to cum with Pond's voice in his ear, asking for more, giving in.
And the connection between their bodies is surreal, the heavy air between them is almost suffocating, preventing them from thinking about anything other than the present unfolding between them.
When Pond notices that Phuwin's eyes are filling with tears, he slides out of the grip of his thighs and turns him forward.
The kiss is almost obligatory, implicit when their eyes meet face to face. Phuwin moans into his mouth without any further stimulus, completely needy.
Pond then grabs the back of his neck and pulls him out of the kiss, listening to what Phuwin has to say.
"Let me suck you," Phuwin asks, already falling to his knees. He knows he won't last long when he sees those eyes staring at him from below, completely given over to wanting to give him pleasure.
Phuwin doesn't hesitate, sucking the head of his cock into his mouth and Pond has to lean against the mirror, dejected.
He licks slowly, teasing Pond who practically growls on top of him. Then finally he lets the length slide into his mouth, gagging a little when Pond pushes lightly.
But he takes it so well, swallowing the entire length before letting it out almost completely, driving Pond crazy.
Phuwin starts touching himself slowly, trying to relieve himself as he moans around his cock, sending tremors through his body.
The sight of Phuwin like this is too much for him, it's something he never imagined in his wettest dreams.
Pond almost cries with pleasure when Phuwin stops moving and swallows around him, letting his erection slide out of his mouth to play with the glans a little, licking the pre-cum that keeps coming out. His movements on his own cock never stop.
"Fuck Phuwin, your mouth," he moans hoarsely, throwing his head back in an attempt to dissipate some of the excitement running through his body.
It doesn't take much more for Pond to ask him to pull away quickly, but Phuwin insists on continuing to move around his cock.
Then he lets his release fall into Phuwin's mouth who swallows it all in one go, wiping his mouth when Pond's cock slides out of his mouth. It's overwhelming, completely intoxicating as the pleasure dissipates out of him, leaving him behind with a light mind and the heart beating fast.
On Phuwin's lap, there is also his own cum spilled. Pond feels dizzy.
He bends down to check Phuwin, to kiss him once more and whisper into his mouth how good he feels.
As they clean each other, the atmosphere of desire slowly transforms into an atmosphere of affection, one in which intimacy is already taking hold, touches are already exposed and words are already shyly whispered.
Phuwin would be his downfall, he knew it. And if he didn't confess it, he knew he would explode uselessly. After all, it was written all over his face for anyone to see.