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The moment Phuwin turned off the live, Pond’s head immediately rested on Phuwin’s shoulder, snuggling on it as his arms shamelessly encircled the younger’s waist.
“Phuphu,” Phuwin chuckled at Pond’s sudden change of voice.
“You’re drunk as a skunk, Nara. We almost got caught.”
Pond only whined, sliding down until his head rested on Phuwin’s chest—then into his lap—burying his face in the man’s shirt.
“Hey… Mae Ying is here,” Phuwin scolded lightly, glancing at her. She was too busy scrolling on her phone to notice.
“Phu, it’s okay. It’s just me,” Mae Ying laughed.
Phuwin looked back at Pond, feeling his grip start to loosen.
“He fell asleep that fast?” Mae Ying asked.
Phuwin shook his head. “He’ll nap for five minutes, then keep me awake until 2 A.M.” His slender fingers threaded through Pond’s hair before he playfully tapped the tip of his nose.
“We’re close to the hotel,” Mae Ying said, beginning to pack her things.
When the car stopped, they prepared to get out.
Phuwin tapped Pond’s shoulder gently. No response—it had only been three minutes. “Can we wait a few more minutes? He’ll be so whiny if we wake him up too early.”
Mae Ying and the driver both nodded. “Sure, Phu. Do you need help?”
“No, thank you.” Phuwin smiled warmly. “You should rest, Mae Ying. You’ve been taking care of us all day—you must be tired.”
“Thank you, Phu.” She moved to hug him—only for Pond to flinch awake.
“We’re here? Already?” Phuwin closed his eyes. It had begun.
“Why… why is it like that?” Pond pointed vaguely at the window.
“You can do that later. Let’s get you to your room first.”
“My room? I thought it was our room?” Mae Ying chuckled at the exchange.
“Nara… let’s go.” Pond pouted but obeyed, draping an arm over Phuwin’s shoulder for support.
“See you tomorrow, Mae. Thank you for today.” Phuwin waved as Mae Ying smiled and blew a kiss.
“Take care of each other, okay?”
Phuwin nodded, bowing slightly before closing the door.
“Nara, get up,” he murmured.
“You’re mad at me?” Pond pouted.
“No, I’m not. We’re outside. Save that for later, okay?”
Pond nodded, attempting to walk straight—but his drunkenness betrayed him.
“You look so pretty,” Pond said suddenly, making Phuwin pinch his cheeks.
“And you look handsome,” Phuwin replied, laughing as Pond’s ears flushed red.
No, they weren’t dating—not officially. They were still in their super ultra mega situationship era. But after almost five years as partners, they weren’t rushing. Slow was fine.
Their commitment was steady, quiet, and real. They didn’t need grand gestures to prove it—the way they looked at each other when the other wasn’t watching was enough.
“Hey,” Phuwin called softly. “Come here.”
Pond wrapped an arm around his neck, Phuwin’s arm finding its place at Pond’s waist.
“Twenty steps, Nara.”
1.
“I’m tired.”
“Nara.” Phuwin’s voice made him straighten a little.
2.
3.
4.
“Are we there yet?”
Phuwin rested a hand on Pond’s head, guiding it back to his shoulder. “Not yet.”
5.
6.
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8.
9.
“Why’d you stop again?”
“We won’t sleep beside each other?”
Phuwin paused for a moment.
“The other room will be wasted if I choose to sleep in yours,” he teased.
Pond looked away, refusing to let go.
“You’re sulking?” Phuwin laughed. “Fine. I’ll move my luggage to your room.”
“Baby, you know what?”
10.
“Yeah?”
Pond mumbled something incomprehensible.
“What?”
“You’re not listening to me.”
Phuwin sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead.
“Don’t do that—you’ll hurt yourself,” Pond said, brushing Phuwin’s hand away and gently touching his forehead, eyes full of quiet affection.
11.
“We’re almost at the elevator, baby.”
12.
13.
14.
15.
“We’re here!” Pond squealed, making Phuwin laugh.
Inside the elevator, Pond suddenly pushed Phuwin against the wall, locking him in a loose embrace.
“Phu, I missed you,” he murmured, resting his head against Phuwin’s neck.
“We’ve been together since yesterday.”
“You didn’t sleep in my room.”
“It’s fine—you’ll sleep there later.”
“I didn’t get enough sleep, so I started a live earlier.”
“You didn’t tell me?”
“You were still sleeping. I checked your room.”
They had exchanged keycards long ago so they could enter each other’s rooms freely.
“Okay… have you seen the fans’ posts on X? They’re hilarious.”
“Oh! And I saw a cat video that looks like you. I sent it to you.”
“I have three accounts, Nara.”
“Oh, right…”
“I’ll watch it later,” Phuwin promised, smiling as Pond began to ramble.
The elevator chimed. Phuwin’s arm tightened slightly around Pond’s waist as they stepped out.
16.
17.
“Please brush my teeth,” Pond said, grinning wide.
“I will,” Phuwin chuckled, patting his head like a puppy.
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19.
20.
At the door, Phuwin reached for his keycard—but Pond slipped behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
The door clicked open.
Cool air greeted them as they stepped inside, Pond still clinging to Phuwin like he had no plans of letting go.
“Take a bath first.”
Pond pouted. “Nara—no. You’ll get me wet again.”
“No, I won’t! I promise.” Phuwin smiled softly as Pond wobbled his way to the bathroom, his body still a little unsteady from the alcohol. Phuwin chuckled quietly at the sight.
“But I need to get my things!” Phuwin called out, raising his voice just enough for Pond to hear through the bathroom door.
Pond’s figure peeked out from behind the door. “You can borrow my clothes, you know.”
Phuwin froze for a moment. How the hell did he know I needed that? he thought, a mixture of amusement and warmth blooming inside him.
This was what happened after five years of sharing life with someone—knowing their mannerisms, habits, strengths, and weaknesses so well that one look was enough to understand what the other needed.
“Yeah, okay.” Phuwin set their bag down gently on the couch before stepping into the bathroom after Pond.
Phuwin switched on the shower, steam beginning to rise as Pond settled onto the sink counter, eyes heavy with sleep but peaceful. He watched quietly while Phuwin prepared to brush his teeth.
“Warm water?” Phuwin asked.
Pond nodded, his eyelids fluttering.
Pond spread his legs just enough to give Phuwin better access and instinctively locked his hips with Phuwin’s, wrapping his arms tightly around the younger’s waist once again. (YES. he loves grabbing phuwin’s waist)
“Open your mouth,” Phuwin said, squeezing a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto Pond’s toothbrush.
Pond obediently parted his lips, eyes wandering lazily around the softly lit bathroom while his hands trailed gently along Phuwin’s back.
“Wider,” Phuwin instructed softly, and Pond complied without hesitation.
“Now, spit.” Phuwin guided him towards the sink and watched as Pond spat, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
“I’ve always dreamed of this,” Pond admitted quietly.
“This is like the first time in years… you never let yourself be taken care of like this,” Phuwin said softly, his voice thick with feeling.
“I understand. You’re busy too,” Pond said, “but I want to be babied by you sometimes. You know?”
Phuwin froze, caught off guard by the sudden confession.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and a quiet understanding passed between them.
“Hey, the shower’s ready,” Pond announced, breaking the spell.
Phuwin glanced at the steaming shower stall.
“You can do it yourself, right?”
Pond nodded.
“Yes?”
“Then I’ll brush my teeth.” Phuwin grabbed his own toothbrush, quickly tending to his teeth before rushing toward the shower just as Pond slipped slightly on the wet floor.
Phuwin caught him just in time.
Soaked from head to toe, Phuwin gave Pond a mock glare.
“Sorry,” Pond mouthed, drunkenness coloring his voice.
“Fine. I’ll help you take a bath,” Phuwin relented, turning off the shower to cup shampoo in his hands and gently massage it into Pond’s hair.
“You treat me like a baby.”
“You are one,” Phuwin replied with a teasing grin.
“My big baby,” he added, which made Pond smile sleepily.
“When we were in Japan,” Pond began again, “all I could think about was coming home to you.”
Phuwin smiled warmly. “Really? What did you do then?”
“I looked at your pictures in my album.”
Phuwin laughed softly. “You have a whole album of me on your phone?”
Pond nodded. “Yeah. I even showed it to Joong—he got jealous and showed me pictures of Dunk, too.”
“And Ta, he called Perth while you were sleeping. That made me jealous.”
Phuwin rinsed the shampoo from Pond’s hair, then poured soap into his palm, creating a gentle lather as he washed Pond’s body.
“Oh, and Aou—he talked about P’Boom the whole trip,” Pond said, his hands moving expressively, making Phuwin chuckle.
“How about you?” Phuwin asked, scrubbing Pond’s back with slow, careful strokes.
“Of course, I talked about you,” Pond whispered.
“And whenever I saw cats, they reminded me of you.”
“I wish you were there,” Pond said softly, sadness threading through his voice.
“But hey, it’s okay. You kept me company by replying to my messages and answering my calls.”
“And their partners weren’t there either, so…” Pond shrugged.
“Anything more you want to say?” Phuwin asked, gently turning Pond to face him.
“Close your eyes,” Pond murmured.
Pond obeyed as Phuwin washed his face, the warm water dripping down.
Pond’s arms tightened around Phuwin’s waist.
“Hey! Your hands have soap!” Phuwin laughed, pulling back, but Pond giggled, his left eye peeking open just a bit.
“Oh, and Parker…”
“What about Parker?”
“He liked your gift.”
“How do you know?”
“He told me.”
Phuwin chuckled, “Really?”
“Phu…” Pond trailed off.
Phuwin, dripping wet, looked at Pond.
“You’re soaked. Why don’t you just join me?” Pond offered with genuine concern, not a trace of mischief.
Phuwin nodded, dropping his drenched clothes to the side.
Pond’s eyes followed him, blinking shyly.
“What? First time seeing me like this?” Phuwin teased.
Pond shook his head, eyes closed tight to hide his grin.
“Wait a minute.” Phuwin turned the shower on again, shampooing his own hair and soaping up his body before reaching out to Pond.
“There,” he said, trailing his hands down Pond’s legs.
“Up,” Pond obeyed, steadying himself with a hand on Phuwin’s shoulder.
“The other one.”
“Okay, let’s wash up.” Phuwin rinsed the soap off Pond’s body from head to toe.
Afterwards, he quickly washed himself, then grabbed their towel to dry them both.
Phuwin led the way to the bedroom, arms wrapped lightly around Pond’s waist.
“What do you want to wear?” Phuwin opened Pond’s luggage, scanning the contents.
“Anything,” Pond answered sleepily.
“Anything? Okay, anything it is.”
Phuwin pulled out a pair of boxers, gray sweatpants, a black tank top, a comfy white t-shirt, and light blue shorts.
“Oh?” Pond raised his eyebrows, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he eyed the choices—and how he knew perfectly well Phuwin would be wearing nothing underneath.
“Shut up,” Phuwin muttered, making Pond chuckle as he came closer.
After slipping into their clothes, they settled on the edge of the bed.
Phuwin was drying his damp hair, while Pond simply watched, his gaze soft and full of quiet affection.
Phuwin stopped mid-motion, catching Pond’s stare.
Climbing onto the bed behind him, Phuwin knelt and gently began drying Pond’s hair.
“Oh! I remember now!” Pond exclaimed suddenly, startling Phuwin.
“Oh, sorry,” Pond said sheepishly.
“No, it’s fine—because like—” Pond faltered mid-sentence.
Phuwin laughed softly. “I was shocked because I didn’t know what that meant.”
“Why are you laughing?”
“No, no—keep going.”
“A girl came up to me in Japan and asked for my number.”
Phuwin smiled. “What did you say?”
“I told her I’m not available anymore.”
Phuwin’s smile deepened, touched by Pond’s quiet loyalty.
“There, all done.” Phuwin stood up, hanging their wet towels on the clothes rack near the window.
“Phu,” Pond called softly.
Phuwin raised a brow as he returned to sit beside Pond, leaning his head on his shoulder.
“I’m so happy we made it to Hong Kong together.” Pond’s fingers slowly intertwined with Phuwin’s—soft, gentle, grounding.
“You’re not drunk anymore?” Phuwin asked.
“The shower kind of woke me up,” Pond admitted, eyes locked on Phuwin’s.
Phuwin’s gaze dropped to Pond’s lips—and lingered.
They held each other’s eyes for a long moment before Pond guided Phuwin onto his lap by taking his hand.
“Nara… I’ve been holding this in since ea—” Phuwin began, only to be cut off by Pond pressing his lips to his.
The kiss started gentle, tender—then deepened, growing more urgent as their bodies responded instinctively.
Pond nibbled on Phuwin’s lower lip, coaxing a soft moan from him.
Their hips ground slowly together, the warmth building between them.
“Let’s be quick—we have a flight tomorrow,” Pond whispered, tugging his pants down to his knees and revealing his flushed, throbbing arousal.
Phuwin pressed their bodies closer, resting his head on Pond’s shoulder, breath uneven.
Pond grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers and gently sliding one inside Phuwin, who gasped at the tight, unfamiliar sensation.
“Fuck, Phu…” Pond murmured as Phuwin rocked his hips, hands braced on Pond’s shoulders, while Pond’s free hand traced lazy circles on his waist.
Adding two more fingers, Pond twisted slowly, making Phuwin shiver.
“I need you now, Nara,” Phuwin whispered, hips still moving.
“You need to wait,” Pond replied, withdrawing his fingers and teasing Phuwin’s nipples with delicate nibbles and gentle kisses along his earlobe, neck, and shoulders.
“Don’t leave marks,” Phuwin murmured, his head tilting back in anticipation.
When Pond finally pulled his fingers away, Phuwin’s eyes locked on him.
He stroked his own length a few times, then glanced back at Phuwin.
“Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.”
Phuwin nodded eagerly.
“You take the lead.”
Phuwin moaned softly as he carefully adjusted himself and slowly took Pond inside him. Pond matched his rhythm by stroking Phuwin, heightening their shared pleasure.
The scent of sweat and conditioner mingled in the warm room.
Phuwin’s eyes fluttered closed as Pond’s length filled him completely.
Pond gripped Phuwin’s hips, thrusting slow and gentle at first—then faster as desire overwhelmed them both.
“Nara…” Phuwin whispered near his ear, his tongue swirling.
“Shit, I’m close.”
With one last, deep thrust, they came together, hearts pound
ing and breaths ragged.
Pond collapsed against the headboard, still nestled inside Phuwin.
“We need to clean up again,” Pond chuckled softly.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” Phuwin murmured, tightening his grip on Pond’s shoulder.
After a few peaceful minutes, Phuwin’s head grew heavy and he fell asleep.
Pond carefully slid out, gathering towels to clean them both up before settling beside Phuwin once more.
Their limbs tangled, bodies warm in the quiet embrace.
“Good night. I love you.”
Pond planted a gentle kiss on Phuwin’s forehead before the younger buried his face in Pond’s chest, heart full and calm.