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The invite had come out of nowhere. It wasn’t that people did not expect the couple to tie the knot, but with how fast all of it happened, amazed the friends and acquaintances alike. Even in all the haste of the wedding, the hotel rooms booked for the guests were spacious, with a beautiful view of the town they were in.

The faint sounds of distant traffic mixed with the quiet thrum of the air conditioning, surrounded Pete and Kao in a lazy, post-flight warmth. Kao sprawled across the big bed, scrolling idly on his phone, while Pete lounged beside him, half-watching the muted TV.

“Can you believe it?” Kao mumbled, tilting his head toward Pete. “They’re really getting married.”

Pete smirked. “A baby on the way makes things move fast, I guess.”

“Mm,” Kao hummed, grinning as he continued to scroll through his phone mindlessly. Pete’s gaze lingered, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “When will it be our turn, then?” Kao laughed, but the question left a warmth in his chest. “Put a baby in me, maybe then.”

It was meant to be a joke. But the way Pete’s smirk deepened, the heat simmering beneath his teasing expression, made Kao realize his words had struck something in him. Pete leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “Put a baby in you, huh?” Kao rolled his eyes, but his skin flushed. “It was just a joke.”

“Sure it was.” Pete’s fingers traced lazy patterns along Kao’s thigh. “But now I’m curious.”

“Curious?” Kao gave him a puzzled look. Pete’s grin widened. “How it’d feel, knowing you’re full of me. How you’d squirm, all stuffed and needy.” Kao’s breath hitched. Pete's tone was still teasing, but the words dripped with desire and intent.The thought curled low in Kao’s stomach, igniting a spark that was not easy to ignore.

“You’re impossible,” Kao murmured, though the flush of red on his cheek betrayed him. Pete moved up and closer to Kao, their lips a breath apart. “And we’ve got two whole days to see just how impossible I can be.” Pete whispered, his lips brushing against Kao’s in a soft whisper, delicate and barely there at first, before the kiss dove deeper and more heated, all laughter turning into breaths that were cut short by the other's mouth. Kao melted into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Pete's hair, pulling him closer, pulling him in until they were so close that air itself seemed to disappear. Pete's hands drifted lower, a slow and teasing descent, sliding beneath the hem of Kao's shirt, his touch igniting fireworks across Kao’s skin and leaving a burning trail that made him shiver.

Kao let out a soft sound as Pete kissed along his jaw and down to his neck, lingering there. The room spun in slow circles of want as clothes were shed, tossed aside without a thought to where they landed, forgotten and crumpled in heat of the moment.

Pete's touch was everywhere, hot and electrifying and claiming him completely, until all that was left was the sound of their ragged breaths and the heat pooling low in Kao’s stomach. And then there was lube. Too much of it.

Kao gasped, body jerking when Pete’s slicked fingers pressed against him, shock sparking through his veins. It was cold against his flushed, overheated skin. “Pete—” His voice trembled, thighs tensing as he tried to adjust to the sudden slickness.

Pete dragged his fingers down before pressing in. The lube coated everything, slipping between his fingers, spreading easily as he worked Kao open with slow, deliberate thrusts. It was overwhelming, embarrassingly wet, each movement echoing through the room in obscene sounds that had Kao’s cheeks burning.

And still Pete went on, his touch relentless and knowing and impossibly sure, as he stretched Kao wider, teasing and filling, pushing him further into that haze of pleasure. Pete’s words ghosted over Kao’s skin like a promise.

“I want you full of me, Kao,” Pete murmured, pressing his fingers in deeper, his movements almost lazy. He curled his fingers, drawing a sharp moan from Kao before continuing, voice thick with intent. “I want to fill you up.” Kao's pulse quickened. It was all so much, the way Pete touched him, the way the words landed, the way the heat pooled low and warm and insistent in his belly.

Pete's fingers moved faster, deeper, and Kao could barely stand it. He gasped, teetering on the brink of something all-consuming. He gasped, barely able to hold himself together, his body trembling from the relentless pleasure. Pete’s breath, hot and uneven, was right against his ear. “Fuck, Kao,” he whispered, his voice shaking with need, barely holding back. “Think.. you so full, you can’t take anymore, dripping, spilling over.” Kao cried out at the thought, raw and desperate, and Pete's fingers slipped out of him, leaving him empty only long enough for Pete to grab his hips and pull him closer, only long enough to press in all at once, deep and insistent.

Kao's back arched off the bed as Pete thrust into him, again and again, as he moaned and writhed and trembled beneath him. The building pressure and heat twisted and coiled inside him, unbearable and so, so good. Kao's voice was high and uncontrolled with breathy whimpers and the choked-off edges of Pete's name. It was all frenzied, frantic, Pete’s hips snapping forward, Pete’s hands guiding him, Pete’s everything. “Oh god, oh god,” was all he could manage, his voice rough and breaking, hands clutching at the sheets as Pete fucked him, hard and intense and everything all at once.

Pete shifted, angling, hitting him deep. Kao’s breath caught, strung out and incoherent and helpless under the push and pull, under the relentless rhythm. “That’s it, let me hear you,” Pete gritted out, burying his face in the crook of Kao’s neck as Kao's cries grew higher and more desperate, ricocheting off the walls.

It built and built, closer and closer, tight and hot and spilling over as Pete thrust into him without stopping. It was too much. It was everything. Kao's body tensed, and he came hard, shuddering and wrecked and mindless, tightening around Pete, who wasn't far behind. “I'll fill you up so good,” Pete's voice was a ragged breath against Kao's.

Pete didn’t let go. Even as Kao lay there, breath still uneven, body buzzing from the aftershocks, Pete stayed close, his touch still roaming, still igniting sparks beneath Kao’s skin. "Don't clean up yet," Pete murmured against Kao’s temple. "We’re not done."

Kao let out a shaky laugh, “You’re insatiable,” he murmured, though his body betrayed him, already stirring at Pete’s words, at the way Pete’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along his waist.

“Mm,” Pete hummed, pressing a kiss to Kao’s shoulder. “And you love it.” Before Kao could reply, Pete shifted, rolling him onto his hands and knees with practiced ease. Kao barely had time to catch his breath before Pete was behind him again, hands splayed firm along his hips, pressing in, hot, insistent, and so much easier this time. Kao gasped at the change in angle, the way Pete sank deeper, the way every movement sent shivers down his spine.

"F—Pete—" His voice caught, breathless, overwhelmed by the way Pete moved, unrelenting, his grip tightening with every roll of his hips. “Feel that?” Pete whispered, dragging Kao upright against his chest, one arm wrapping securely around his middle while the other slid up to tilt his head back, exposing the long curve of his neck. “You take me even better like this.”

Kao couldn’t answer. He could barely think past the rush of heat spreading through him, past the way Pete's lips traced slow, teasing lines along his jaw, his throat, his ear. His breath hitched when Pete's teeth scraped against his pulse pointz, slow and deliberate, contrasting thr rapid movements of his thrusts.

Pete didn’t stop, he filled Kao over and over, his breath hot and ragged against Kao’s skin, his fingers digging into Kao’s hips as he kept him close, kept him grounded in the dizzying pleasure between them. Kao moaned, his hands fisting around Pete’s hair, his body trembling with every deliberate thrust. “Pete—”

“Shh,” Pete murmured, his mouth ghosting over Kao’s ear. “Just take it.” And he did. He let Pete take him apart, let the heat coil and twist and build inside him again, let the pressure mount higher and higher until it crashed over him all at once. Pete followed soon after, his grip tightening, his teeth sinking into Kao’s shoulder just enough to leave a mark.

For a while, they stayed like that, bodies tangled, breaths mingling in the quiet hum of the hotel room. Then Pete smirked against Kao’s skin, pressing a final kiss to his shoulder. "Still think I'm impossible?"

Kao let out a breathless laugh. “Completely.” Pete chuckled, pulling Kao even closer. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."

Kao didn’t remember falling asleep. One moment, he was tangled with Pete, body wrung out and heavy with exhaustion, and the next, he was waking to warmth. Pete’s chest was pressed flush against his back, his breath a steady rhythm against Kao’s ear, his arm draped over Kao’s waist, holding him close.

And then Kao felt it. A slow, deliberate slide. A familiar stretch that sent a shiver rippling down his spine. His breath hitched, a low moan slipping past his lips as Pete rocked into him, unhurried, lazy, savoring the moment. Kao clenched his fingers into the sheets, his body still sensitive, still pliant beside Pete’s. “Pete—” His voice was hushed, deeper with sleep and pleasure.

“Hmm?” Pete’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his voice deep like he had woken up not too long back himself. “You’re awake.” Kao exhaled sharply as Pete shifted, hitting that spot with agonizing precision. “No thanks to you,” he mumbled, though his body arching slightly into the slow roll of Pete’s hips. Pete chuckled, the sound a low vibration against Kao’s skin. “Told you I wasn’t done.”

The exhaustion from before had softened them both, slowed them down, but somehow, that only made everything feel more intense. Every deliberate thrust, every press of Pete’s chest against his back, every exhale against his skin sent heat curling low in Kao’s belly. The pleasure built gradually, winding around him like a slow-burning fuse, making him tremble in Pete’s hold.

Kao turned his head, seeking Pete’s lips, and Pete met him halfway, kissing him deep, slow, in perfect rhythm with the way he was moving inside him. Their mouths parted only for brief, shuddering breaths before finding each other again, drowning in the haze of it all.

“God, Kao,” Pete groaned against his lips, fingers tightening around his waist. His movements grew more insistent, more desperate. Kao gasped as the pressure coiled tighter, ready to snap.

“Pete—” Kao’s voice broke on a moan as Pete thrust deep one last time, burying himself inside with a shuddering breath, filling Kao once again.

Pete groaned against his neck, his grip flexing as he held Kao close, as if afraid to let go. Kao clenched around him instinctively, wringing out every last bit, and Pete hissed through his teeth.

Silence stretched between them, save for their uneven breaths. Kao blinked slowly, still dazed, still caught in the lingering pleasure.

“I’ve never felt so full before,” he murmured. His head lolled against the pillow as he turned just enough to meet Pete’s gaze. “What’s gotten into you?”

Pete looked down at Kao with a glint of satisfaction Kao had not seen before. “Maybe I just wanted to see you like this.”

Kao tried to glare at him, but with his limbs still weak and his mind still hazy, it didn’t quite land. Pete chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to his shoulder. But with even the slightest touch of Pete’s lips, Kao’s breath hitched. A fresh wave of heat spread through his sensitive body.

He barely had time to react before Pete moved, shifting over him, his weight pressing Kao into the mattress. Pete’s eyes bore into his, dark and unwavering, making Kao feel exposed in a way he never had before. Kao swallowed hard. “Pete…”

Pete smirked, dragging his fingers down Kao’s flushed cheek. “Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice was teasing, but there was the familiar softness underneath. Kao had no idea why he suddenly felt so shy, but the way Pete was looking at him, made his stomach twist in knots.

Then Pete grabbed Kao’s legs, pushing them up, folding him nearly in half. Kao let out a soft, breathy moan, his voice trembling from overstimulation. His body felt too sensitive, too raw, and yet, the slow burn of pleasure reignited the moment Pete moved.

"Pete… no more… hmm?" Kao’s plea came out weak, almost slurred with exhaustion. Pete groaned at the sound, at the way Kao’s body shuddered beneath him, pliant and wrecked. But what made him groan louder was the sight between Kao’s legs. His cum, thick and glistening, slowly seeping out of Kao where he was swollen, overused.

“Fuck…” Pete muttered under his breath. His fingers instinctively traced over the mess, watching as his release trickled out. “Kao… did I fill you too much? It’s coming out.” Kao whimpered softly as Pete dragged his fingers along his rim, spreading the wetness before slowly, deliberately, pushing it back inside.

Kao’s breath stuttered. His face burned as he turned away, covering his eyes with his arm. “Pete… don’t—” His voice was barely above a whisper, weighed down with unshed tears, too overwhelmed to even form words.

Pete groaned lowly. “If only you could see how pretty you look down here too.” His tone was almost absentminded, his focus entirely on the way Kao clenched around his fingers.

Kao squeezed his eyes shut, the heat in his cheeks almost unbearable. He had never felt this shy before, never felt this utterly exposed under Pete’s gaze. Pete’s long fingers moved again, slow and deliberate, pushing deep before retreating, then thrusting back in, teasing Kao’s sensitive walls. With every movement, more of his release spilled out, only for Pete to gather it and press it right back in.

Kao’s lips parted in soundless moans, his body trembling. He felt so full, so sensitive, too far gone to stop the tears that finally spilled down his temples. “Pete…” He whimpered, his voice wrecked.

Pete groaned at the sound, at the way Kao’s body responded so perfectly to him. His fingers moved faster, deeper, curling inside Kao until he found that spot again. He pressed against it over and over, relentless, dragging Kao to the edge until his whole body tensed, trembling.

Kao choked on a sob as the pleasure overtook him, this time dry, his body too spent to release anything, but the sensation was just as intense. He clenched around Pete’s fingers, his thighs shaking, his breath coming in stuttered gasps.

Pete worked him through it, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, his lips whispering against Kao’s skin. “You did so good, Kao… so good…”

Kao barely heard him, too far gone from overstimulation, his mind slipping into exhaustion. The last thing he felt was Pete’s warmth, his arms wrapping around him, grounding him before he passed out.

Kao was painfully aware of the way his legs ached, of the dull soreness in his muscles with every step he took. He tried to keep his face neutral, tried not to let anything show, but the moment he caught Pete’s knowing smirk from across the wedding venue, he knew he was screwed.

“You okay, Kao?” One of their friends asked, frowning slightly. “You’re walking kinda funny.” Kao froze. His face heated instantly.

Before he could even attempt to come up with an excuse, Pete slung an arm around Kao’s waist, completely unbothered and answered for him. “He fell in the bathroom.” Kao whipped his head towards Pete, eyes wide in betrayal. “Pete—”

Pete leaned in close, just enough so only Kao could hear. “What? It’s not a lie,” he murmured, lips twitching. Kao gaped at him, completely mortified, before shoving him away with a glare. “I hate you.”

Pete just grinned. “No, you don’t.” Kao groaned, covering his face with his hands. He was never going to live this down.