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Phuwin had never considered himself as someone into older men.
He liked them pretty—boys with soft eyes, tall and arms thick enough to pin him down. This—him? He was different—Power and danger wrapped in one.
Pond sat alone in a tucked away lounge, one leg crossed over the other, sipping a glass of whiskey. The deep burgundy of his three piece suit clung to him and his black tie had been slightly loosened—enough to show the gold around his throat.
A thick gold watch hugged his wrist and his expression meant he wasn't here to impress but be impressed.
Phuwin didn't want to stare but he couldn't pull his eyes away.
His feet sat planted at the doorway longer than he had intended to. It wasn't because he was shy–well usually he wasn't—but something about the way the older man's eyes caught his, slow and delibarate rattled him.
"You're going to come in or admire me from the hallway all night?"
Phuwin blinked.
The man's voice was low, deep, warm and velvety. Carried a confidence that wasn't cocky. His lips quirked, like he was playing a game worth enjoying.
"I—uhm...sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Phuwin said as he stepped foward on instinct before stopping again.
"You didn't," the man said as he lifted his glass to take another lazy sip, "There's room."
Phuwin was hesitant, for just a second before accepting the invitation. The couch sank beneath his weight and his pants tightened just enough around his hips for the man to raise an eyebrow.
"Pond," the older man spoke.
Phuwin glanced at him, "Phuwin."
"Whiskey?"
"No, thank you," Phuwin declined politely.
"Okay, suit yourself," Pond answered.
Pond had seen beautiful men before.
He'd had them too—young, smooth skinned with curious eyes that looked at him like they wanted to be taught.
This one—He didn't look like he only wanted to be taught, he looked like he also wanted to test him.
And Pond loved tests.
"You dress like this often?" Pond asked.
"I guess, when I feel like it," Phuwin answered trying to sound casual.
Pond's fingers were still wrapped around his glass but his eyes were fixed on Phuwin's waist line.
The soft , pale pink fabric stopped short to expose skin, the blazer open at the back revealing the delicate glitter of a body chain—the kind that trails deliciously down the spine and hooks around the hips.
Though his pants flared dramatically past the knees, Pond had caught a glimpse of black heeled boots but that isn't what got him.
It was the pearl.
A single teardrop, delicate and quiet resting at the base of Phuwin's throat like a claim someone should have already made.
Pond's fingers twitched.
"So, you felt like it today?"
Phuwin hesitated for just a beat, "Yes."
It wasn't exactly a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either.
He hadn't expected to see anyone tonight, especially someone like Pond. Hadn't expected to feel the way he did when their eyes met.
"You like the attention," Pond asked as he leaned back, swirling his whiskey.
"Who doesn't?" Phuwin answered almost defensively.
"Nothing wrong with that, I just think you like being watched, there's a difference," Pond mused.
Phuwin felt his breath hitch, "Is that a problem?"
Pond chucked low, his lips curling slow, "Not at all."
Phuwin thinks this should've felt like a win—making a man like this, someone older react but somehow it made his insides twist because for the first time, he felt like was being led instead of leading.
Pond set his glass down with a clink and shifted slightly, knees brushing against Phuwin's, "Can I see it?"
Phuwin looked at him confused, "See what?"
"Your back, that chain. It caught the light earlier and it looked like it was made just to sit on your back," Pond answered softly.
Phuwin didn't answer immediately, his fingers came up to grip at the lapel of his blazer. Phuwin was never shy—he liked being looked at but this was different.
Still, he nodded and turned slowly.
The couch creaked as he shifted and the air around them turned.
And then—warm fingers, slightly calloused but careful brushed the pink blazer aside.
He didn't rush—didn't grab or grope. He just ghosted his fingers down the dip of Phuwin's spine, over the delicate metal of the chain. His touch was deliberate. Appreciative.
Phuwin visibly shivered.
"You're shaking," Pond murmured.
"I'm not," Phuwin answered, too quickly.
Pond only let out a quiet hum as his large hand rested softly on the small of his back, "You've never done this before have you?"
"Done what?"
"Played with an older man."
Phuwin swallowed, his answer coming out in stammer, "N-No."
"You don't have to pretend like I don't make you nervous, I can see it," Pond whispered softly.
"I'm not a kid," Phuwin said, his voice coming out sharper than he'd intended.
"I know you're not, that's why I'm asking you to come home with me," Pond said, his voice didn't rise.
The statement hung, there was no expectation behind it and Phuwin let out a small breath caught between fear and arousal.
He didn't want to admit the effect this man had on him, how the calm in his voice had made his knees weak and how the body chain now felt hot against his skin.
So, he turned around to fully get a look at him.
After studying the older man's face for a while, he finally responded.
"Yes, I'll go home with you," he breathed out.
Pond smiled, calmly, "Good."
He stood first then offered a hand, Phuwin looked at him before taking it.
Pond's penthouse was quiet and high above the city.
It was the kind of space that was made for dark silk sheets and secrets. The lighting was low but warm, not romantic—just intimate. The kind of glow that kissed Phuwin's skin and made the pearl around his neck gleam.
Pond shut the door without a word and locked it, the sound made a shiver run down Phuwin's spine.
"Want anything, water?" Pond asked casually as he shrugged off his blazer.
"I'm good," Phuwin replied though his throat felt dry.
Pond turned, No jacket, his sleeves now rolled up to his elbows, the gold watch still on his wrist. His shirt was open, the gold chain around his neck now fully visible along with outline of his chest.
His eyes—hungry and unreadable dragged over Phuwin in that same way they had earlier.
He stepped closer with delibarate steps, "You're nervous again."
Phuwin tilted his chin up again to meet his gaze, "I'm not."
"Then why are you shaking?"
"Why aren't you kissing me?"
Pond didn't respond, just took another step closer before taking Phuwin's face in his hands and kissed him.
It wasn't sweet.
It was deep and confident—from a man who knew how to kiss. Pond wasn't fumbling or hesitating. He pressed their mouths together until Phuwin opened up for him, tounges caught in a tango and a whimper spilled out of Phuwin's throat as he used Pond's shirt to keep himself grounded.
By the time they pulled apart, he was breathless and dazed. He'd never been kissed with so much conviction.
Pond smirked as he too in the glazed look in his eyes, "Take your blazer off."
Phuwin obliged with trembling fingers, peeling it off slowly exposing the soft arch of his back, the delicate chain still dragged along his spine.
Pond's breath hitched at the sight, "Leave the chain and necklace on."
Phuwin nodded, biting his lip.
"Come here."
Phuwin followed as Pond led him up to the bedroom with his hands firm on his waist. His heart was beating hard and heavy out of rhythm, by the time the back of knees hit the edge of Pond's bed he was shaking.
Pond didn't push him down, at least not yet.
He leaned down, "Take off your pants, leave the boots."
Phuwin flushed—hot, the heat no longer just simmering under his skin.
The pants slid down in a way that made him feel exposed in more ways than one, vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to. When they dropped along with his underwear, Pond let out an appreciate hum.
"Fuck–look at you."
Phuwin stood in front of him, bare save from the chain, necklace and boots. He was already hard, flushed pink and leaking. He hated how fast it happened, how much he wanted the older man to touch him.
Pond didn't make him wait as he nudged him onto the bed and knelt.
Phuwin's legs were now on his broad shoulders and he could feel Pond's warm breath against the inside of his thighs as Pond pulled him closer and grabbed his thighs, pushing them open.
"You ever had your ass eaten before kitten?" Pond asked, his voice rich with sin.
Phuwin's mouth went dry, "N-No."
"Good, that means I get to ruin you properly," Pond whispered as he nuzzled the inside of his thigh.
And boy, he did.
He dove in, his mouth hot and wet as his tounge dragged down Phuwin's cheeks in long, messy strokes.
It was overwhelming—filthy and Phuwin couldn't help but buck his hips into it. Pond devoured him. Licking and teasing, all spit and sucking with his tounge breaching his rim while he fucked into him. Again and Again leaving Phuwin wrecked and sobbing.
"Fuck—fuck–Pond, please—"
Pond pulled back just a little, "That's it kitten, be good for me and let me open you up."
And he did, ate him out like he had all the time in the world. Didn't stop as Phuwin whimpered and begged. Just kept edging him on with nothing but his mouth–tounge fucking him nice and slow, then fast and then slow again.
It was maddening, Phuwin was desperately bucking into him, his cock twitching, untouched and leaking.
His legs closing around Pond's head but Pond would pull back and hold him open again.
"Please, I—I can't — Pond I'm gonna–" Phuwin sobbed out.
"Do it kitten, come for me, show me how sweet you taste," Pond muttered against him.
And Phuwin broke.
His whole body taut as he came untouched, back arching and thighs clenching around Pond's head. The moan that left him was wrecked and raw, cum splashing across his stomach, the pearl necklace bouncing with each shudder.
Pond didn't stop, he kept eating him through it. Drinking in every twitch and aftershock, until he was shaking and pleading with high pitched moans.
It's only then that Pond stopped, placing one last kiss to the puckering hole.
Phuwin watched dazed as Pond undid his pants before blinking slowly and gasping.
"Wait—that's—you're fucking huge," he blurted out as he propped himself on one shoulder.
Pond only let out a chuckle, leaning over him as he brushed his hair out of his face, "Too much?"
Phuwin couldn't take his eyes away from it, "No—yes—fuck, I mean I can't take it...you're just bigger than anyone I've ever been with."
"Then you'll take it just fine," Pond says as he rubs his thumb over Phuwin's bottom lip.
Phuwin whimpered, his thighs pressing together.
Pond moves over him, kissing his way down his chest, "Missionary first, I want to see your face."
Phuwin moaned helplessly as he felt Pond press into him. It wasn't quick, it couldn't be—not with how thick, long and heavy Pond was.
"That's it kitten, open up for me, just like that," Pond whispered into his ear.
Phuwin felt every muscle in his body stretch, it was absolutely overwhelming and mind numbing but Pond was deliberate.
He kissed Phuwin's jaw, his lips and down to his neck, mouthing the pearl pearl slipping it between his teeth with a grin.
Phuwin moaned, "Y-You're so fucking—nngh— hot."
"So are you kitten, so pretty and open for me like this," Pond said as he rolled his hips.
He didn't fuck fast—no, he let the rhythm build steadily. He fucked deep and purposeful, Phuwin clutched his shoulders, nails digging into the skin there.
His mouth was open, moans spilling out as he met each of Pond's thrust.
"Breed me," he begged the older man.
It came out before he could think, his eyes widening with embarrassment as soon as he realised what he'd just said—he didn't even know the man beyond this.
"No longer shy, kitten?" Pond asked as he snapped his hips deeper, "Want me to fill you up, make sure no one else but me fits?"
Phuwin nods frantically, "Yes—fuck—yes, please."
Pond's own chain is dangling just above Phuwin's chest and he catches the glint. The sight is so hot that he clenches around Pond.
"Fuck kitten, I'm gonna make sure you're dripping with me for days."
Phuwin's legs wrap around his waist, the angle causes Pond to hit deeper making his back arch off the bed.
"So f-full," Phuwin whines out.
"You love it," Pond growls out, "Fuck kitten, you're so tight, feel that? That's me, all the way inside you." He says as he grinds deeper into him in slower circles.
Phuwin moans, high, wanton and wrecked.
Pond rocks into him, pushing him further into the bed as he takes the pearl back into his mouth. His strokes are deep, one hand coming to cup Phuwin's jaw to keep their eyes locked.
"Look at you kitten, already made a mess of you with just my mouth and now you're getting fucked like this," Pond murmurs.
"Pond—phi—I'm gonna–"
Pond chuckles darkly, "Phi?" He snaps his hips harder, "Fuck—come on kitten, come again for me, just from my cock."
Phuwin spills again, clenching hard around Pond as the orgasm hits harder, tears catching at the corner of his eyes. Pond just kisses them away, taking the pearl into his mouth again mid thrust. He let's it rest on his tounge for a bit before trailing kisses down his throat and chest while he's still inside him.
"Still not done kitten," he says as he gently shifts Phuwin onto his stomach, lifting his hips.
"Up," Pond murmed, his palm came down flat against his lower back encouraging the arch, "Ass higher, there you go kitten."
Phuwin whimpered as he pushed his ass up, face buried in the pillows and hands clutching the sheets. He was still trembling from being fucked so well during missionary.
He didn't think he'd be aching for more but his hole clenched already missing the thick heat of Pond inside him.
And then—God—Pond reached forward and played with the chain dangling down his spine like it was something rare and delicate.
He tugged at the chain lightly causing Phuwin to gasp as his hips bucked backwards on instinct. Pond's large hands gripped his waist and slowly guided his large cock back inside. Inch by thick, impossible inch.
"Oh fuck—Pond, t-too big," Phuwin moaned out.
"You took it earlier kitten and you're gonna take it again. You're doing so fucking good for me," Pond groaned.
Phuwin sobbed into the pillow, overwhelmed and wrecked all over again. It wasn't just from the size, it was also from the way Pond moved inside him. Controlled and deliciously deep, every thrust devastatingly hot against his prostate.
His nails clawed at the sheets as Pond started to fuck him properly—steady pace and relentless. Each thrust landing wet, obscene and rhythmic. The room was filled with it along with the slap of hips, creak of the bed and Phuwin's moans as he tried to keep up.
"P-Pond, you're—fuck—hitting so nngh deep, I can't–"
"Yes, you can," Pond growled but there was a thread of warmth. A praise laced dominance that has Phuwin trembling.
Pond leaned forward, taking the chain into his mouth again and tugged causing Phuwin to clench around Pond with a shudder.
"So fucking pretty," Pond rasped.
He let go of it, mouth trailing down Phuwin's spine as he licked over the chain and his hips never stopped. His hands slid over Phuwin's ass and spread him open further as he thrust.
He watched how his cock sank deeper into the tight heat.
And fuck, deeper with Pond meant something else.
Phuwin felt ruined and full, each snap of his sending him to the edge of insanity.
"Look at you kitten, dripping just for me. You like this, being fucked with your pretty ass in the air, filled with my cock?" Pond growled out.
Phuwin couldn't speak, could only moan out, drool dripping down his chin as he nodded with a broken sob.
Pond slapped his ass lightly, then rubbed the skin soothingly before grabbing a handful and pulling him back onto his cock.
The sound Phuwin made could split the sky like lightning and thunder during a storm.
He was trembling, his legs could barely keep him up anymore. All he could do is let the older man use him—ruin him while worshipping him like he's something sacred.
"Such a tight little hole, made just for this—for me, weren't you kitten?"
Pond was now relentless and hard in his thrusts.
"I—fuck—so full," Phuwin couldn't think.
"Yeah, you're gonna come for me again kitten?"
"F-Fuck, I—"
"Shhh, let me do it for you."
Pond fucked into him with a rhythm that was both cruel and sacred, the pearl bounced against Phuwin's chest. Pond's hands tugged at the chain—almost like he was using it as reins. Never hard or hurting, just enough to own him. To remind Phuwin who he belonged to for the night.
And Phuwin—he'd never felt anything like this.
It wasn't just the size or technique. It was Pond. The way he knew how far to push, when to praise and exactly how to break him without making him feel small.
Then—Phuwin shattered once again.
Orgasm washed over him like a tsunami, his body spasming uncontrollably as he screamed. Painting the sheets in thick, hot ropes as he collapsed with his ass still up and Pond still inside him.
"F-Fuck, gonna fill you up kitten," Pond growled, it was low and guttural.
Phuwin could only moan, he was incoherent and overstimulated then—he felt warmth.
The heat of Pond spilling inside him with a choked groan and stuttering hips. It came in slow thick pulses and Phuwin felt full as he filled him. So much.
He stayed there, pressed against Phuwin's back, panting against his neck with his large hand splayed over his back like he didn't know how to let go. Phuwin could barely move or breathe.
Maybe older men aren't that bad, especially if they look like Pond or touch like him. The way he ruined him, gently—enough to worship, rough enough to break him apart and selfish enough to leave a part of himself inside Phuwin.