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The thing is, Oh-Aew likes sex. And, in the specific, Oh-Aew likes to have sex with Teh very, very, very much.
He also thinks that the disclaimer is necessary, given his current situation.
Because right now, Oh-Aew is pinned down on the bed, legs open and head thrown back, while Teh is giving him the sloppiest, wettest blowjob ever. There are more hisses of pain than moans coming out of Oh-Aew’s mouth, but Teh is not deterred in the slightest, uncaring of the mess of fluids spread between them.
Weakly, Oh-Aew pushes one of Teh’s shoulders in the hope to shake him off, but the gesture doesn’t seem to have any effect.
“T-Teh…” he moans next, trying to wiggle away, but every single muscle in Oh-Aew’s body has already been dragged way past the point of exhaustion. The overstimulation is mixing with the small waves of pleasure and pain that are rolling down along his back, and his eyes are burning fiercely both because of the lack of sleep and the time that he has spent staring at his laptop to finish his paper.
Overall, Oh-Aew feels like a mess, and he’s sure that he also looks like one. He’s riding on the edge of unconsciousness, ready to fall asleep at any given moment, but Teh is still keeping him awake with his mouth and his hands, drinking Oh-Aew in like he hasn’t touched him in a year.
When Oh-Aew catches the calls of the birds outside of the windows, a clear sign that it’s almost morning, his scowls towards the ceiling deepens even more and then he pushes Teh’s shoulder again, this time much harder.
Between his legs, Teh finally takes his mouth away from Oh-Aew’s cock with a loud pop, and then he looks up at his boyfriend with dazed eyes, the perfect complement to his red and abused mouth.
“Yes?” asks Teh, voice rough, and Oh-Aew barely manages to not curse him out loud.
“...Are you not done yet?” he asks instead, his hand hovering above Teh’s head, stuck between the need to pat his hair or slap him.
Because so far, Teh has come only one time, while Oh-Aew is already at three. He has spent himself inside Teh's mouth the first time, before coming untouched on his boyfriend's cock not even thirty minutes later, when Teh had filled him up with his own release at the same time. Then, Teh spent another hour with his finger and his tongue inside Oh-Aew's ass, scooping out all his seed while he massaged his boyfriend’s prostate with gentle circles until Oh-Aew was trembling and crying under him, coming apart once more on his own belly in an almost dry orgasm.
The whole experience has been exhausting, to say the least, but Teh’s hard cock is still pressing down on the space between Oh-Aew's groin and leg, and his hands have been busy giving equal attention to Oh-Aew’s nipples, despite them being already puffed and oversensitive.
“Just another one?” calls Teh, with a pleading gaze, and Oh-Aew gets lost for a moment in his dark eyes. “C'mon, baby... Please?”
The words are coated with molasses, but Oh-Aew’s hair is plastered on his forehead and his cock feels on fire. He’s really, really exhausted, and yet he still feels bad when he tries to push Teh to the side, catching the flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
“Teh. I'm tired.” replies Oh-Aew, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment, and Teh makes a wounded sound in response, his hands shifting lower to massage Oh-Aew’s thighs where he knows the muscles are tensed and hurt.
“But, we don't have to study tomorrow.” Teh tries to bargain, like usual, and Oh-Aew knows he’s not lying; they have both finished their latest papers, and it will be a while before they have to go for another test. “I will let you sleep in and bring you breakfast in bed, promise.” he continues, knowing Oh-Aew is always weak to sweet shows of romanticism, especially after being awake under him for a whole night.
“...Breakfast? More like lunch.” protests Oh-Aew, and then he laughs weakly when a bird outside their windows caws loudly, like he’s agreeing with him.
Teh snorts a laugh as well, sharing a fond look with his boyfriend, before his lips go back to leave a small trail of kisses on the inside of Oh-Aew’s thigh, like he just can’t help himself. Oh-Aew hates how much the gesture makes him feel weak, slithering past his defenses; most of the time, Teh’s the one who insists on spending lots of time studying, who tutors Oh-Aew until his head feels like exploding, but Oh-Aew also knows what sort of demon hides under the skin of the model student, especially when he catches Teh looking at him above a book with dark, sensual eyes.
“One of these days you’re going to kill me.” comments Oh-Aew, but his voice has already lost a lot of its bite. It’s so difficult to be really annoyed when Teh is trying so hard to make him feel good, when he’s looking straight at him with a gaze filled only by lust and love.
“I’m sorry, baby, but... You just look so good when you come.” murmurs Teh, and Oh-Aew shiver under his fingertips. “I wish you could see that too.”
“P-Pervert.” wheezes out Oh-Aew, but his traitorous legs spread open a little bit more, mind already anticipating what his body is almost too tired to endure.
And Oh-Aew could try to fool himself, and say that he hates all of this. It’s certainly a lot, staying up for a whole night and being so cruelly taken apart, but he knows that Teh will really stop if Oh-Aew will just say the right word.
“I just want to make you feel good, Oh.” drawls Teh, tone already going syrupy and thick, making Oh-Aew feel even more and more weak. “Can I do that for you? Will you let me do it?”
And, to be completely honest… there are worse things, in life, than getting a series of mind-numbing orgasms one after the other.
“Urghhh, fine.” finally concedes Oh-Aew, and Teh’s whole face lights up. “Just another one-”
“Thank you, baby.” interrupts Teh, pushing down his mouth to leave reverent kisses all over Oh-Aew’s thighs, belly, and navel. “Thank you so, so much. You’re always so good for me, so perfect.” he goes on, and his kisses turn wetter, messier, leaving a trail of saliva and shivers on Oh-Aew’s skin, making him wonder once more what he has gotten himself into.
Like a dam creaking open, Teh’s gestures become full of purpose after hearing Oh-Aew’s permission. His hands know exactly how and where to press to make Oh-Aew gasp out loud, to make him forget all about the sensitivity of his body, and Oh-Aew slips even more under when Teh looks up at him with adoring eyes, tongue lapping at the soft skin of his thighs.
“Tell me how you want it.” asks Teh, trembling in excitement. “Tell me, and I will do it.” he goes on, and Oh-Aew knows that his best option is to ask Teh to just bend down and suck him off, but he cannot ignore the press of his boyfriend’s member against his leg, and so his mouth spits out his decision before his brain can even catch up.
“Ah, i-inside.” he whispers, and above him Teh stutters for a moment, looking up at Oh-Aew with a concerned gaze.
“You sure?” asks Teh, desire momentarily pushed aside to look at Oh-Aew with a worried eyes. “Aren’t you too sore?”
The question sparks a whole new fire inside Oh-Aew, the one who’s fueled by Teh’s gentle words. They make Oh-Aew even more sure of his choice, making him dig the heels of his feet on Teh’s back to beckon him closer, until Teh is gasping and rocking against him in pure reflex.
“Y-Yeah, I’m sure.” stutters out Oh-Aew, hips undulating and voice latched with desire. “C’mon, Teh…”
With a deep groan, Teh shifts forward and kisses Oh-Aew on the mouth, licks at the corner of his lips like he’s chasing a taste that he only knows. His teeth then graze Oh-Aew’s cheek, neck, and collarbone, while his hands travel on the inside of Oh-Aew’s thighs to gently slip inside his entrance, still wet with lube and come from their previous round.
“D-Don’t need that.” exhales Oh-Aew, suddenly impatient. “Give it to me, c’mon-”
And Teh does give it, shifting around to find the right position before breaching Oh-Aew with the tip of his cock, making his boyfriend hiss out loud. A punched-out groan leaves Teh’s lips at the same time, and his arms shuffle closer to Oh-Aew, like the privacy of their bedroom is just not enough to shield him away from the outside world.
Beneath Teh, Oh-Aew is floating in that thin space between pleasure and pain, gritting his teeth together and ignoring the howling of his abused muscles. The burn is a lot to take in, but there’s almost no stretch involved, a sign of just how truly good Oh-Aew has already been opened up, and the thought is so dirty that makes him feel even hotter than before. He feels his eyes fill up with tears, so he closes them to hide them away, giving himself several moments to breathe while Teh sinks into him so, so slowly, listening closely to the sound of Oh-Aew’s breathing and understanding perfectly when the pace becomes just a bit too much.
When Teh finally slithers completely into him, Oh-Aew gives a moan that’s both pain and relief. Teh knows his prostate is definitely off limits, so he starts to move at a careful angle, trying not to hit it spot on but to just graze lightly past it.
“Babe.” utters Teh after a few minutes of gentle thrusting, and Oh-Aew watches the sweat pool in small droplets on the line of his forehead, above his frowned eyebrows and concentrated eyes. “Babe, touch yourself a bit.” goes on Teh, the muscles on his arms and legs pulled taunt with the effort of moving in the most careful way and avoiding causing Oh-Aew any pain.
“C-can't.” bites back Oh-Aew, throat dry. “Hurts...” he admits then, looking down on his semi-hard and burning cock.
“C'mon, baby.” spurs him Teh, moving just a little deeper, making Oh-Aew gasp with an open mouth. “Just a bit. Bet it still feels good.”
Spurred by his boyfriend’s words and the careful drag of the cock inside of him, Oh-Aew bites his tongue and pushes a hand down, cupping his own aching member. The touch is like a hundred needles in his skin, and he wants to let go almost immediately, but the way Teh’s moving inside his body seems to soothe his pain a little bit, making Oh-Aew twist his hand around his shaft until he finds a way to caress himself without bursting to tears.
Oh-Aew’s other hand starts to travel lower too, but it doesn’t stop on his cock. It slither past his groin, reaching to the point where he and Teh are joined, and Oh-Aew feels Teh gasp when his fingers trace the rim of his hole, tightly wrapped around his boyfriend’s cock.
“A-Ah…” moans Oh-Aew, closing his eyes for a moment. “So open…”
Above him, Teh makes a dying noise that makes Oh-Aew open his eyes again, gaze magnetized immediately by the other’s blown pupils.
“Y-Yeah, you are.” whispers Teh back, sounding delighted and drunk. “Baby, you got no idea how you look now. Makes me wanna-” he stutters, fucking into Oh-Aew a little faster, a little deeper. “Makes me wanna keep you forever, just like this, fuck…”
“C-Cannot.” laughs back Oh-Aew, feeling strangely light, like all the pleasure and the pain have finally cut away the strings that kept him on the ground.
Above him, Teh smiles at Oh-Aew like he’s the greatest thing on earth, and the sight makes Oh-Aew feel a little more frenzied, makes him angle his hips higher until he can feel every single one of Teh’s thrust deep into his body.
“T-Teh, a-ah-” he begs, throwing his head back, the hot-white flames of pleasure setting his whole body on fire. “M-more, gimme more-”
“O-Oh, sweetheart…” moans Teh, lost in his movements, almost at the edge. “Aaah, shit, fuck, fuck -”
With one last, well-aimed thrust, Oh-Aew finally reaches his fourth orgasm of the night, his mouth open wide in a wordless cry. His cock jerks in his hand, with no spent coming out of him, but he knows that Teh has felt his peak in the muscles fluttering around his length, the weak spasms that almost look like shivers.
With an open-mouth groan, Teh follows him into the highs of pleasure, giving Oh-Aew a perfect view of his scrunched eyebrows and half-lidded eyes, making him fall in love even more. He stops moving almost immediately, afraid of overworking Oh-Aew’s muscles more than what they already are, and then Teh slips very carefully out of him, making reassuring sounds in response to Oh-Aew’s numerous hisses of pain.
“Sorry, sorry-” murmurs Teh after he’s completely out, and Oh-Aew tries to scowl at him, without much success.
“You’re not sorry... At all.” he replies instead, just before the world starts to shift in and out of focus, exhaustion finally catching up to him completely.
For the next few minutes, Oh-Aew feels like he’s floating out of his body, and comes back in it only when Teh brushes his sweaty skin with a damp towel. The cool wetness is a welcome sensation on his over-sensitive body, but it becomes way less pleasant when Teh cleans him between his legs, making Oh-Aew twist around weakly in an effort to get away.
“Almost done.” whispers Teh, completing his last task of the night still with the same, unhurried pace as before, and then he abandons the cloth on the floor to just climb up in bed with Oh-Aew, who’s way too tired to give him shit for that.
Almost immediately, Oh-Aew curls up around Teh, the usual rustle that has become part of their night rituals. To accomodate him, Teh just lays down on the matress and lets Oh-Aew do whatever he wants, used to sleep in whatever position he’s in as long as he’s laying down, and then huffs in contentment when Oh-Aew plasters himself next to him, skin touching from their torso down to their intertwined ankles.
“I want thao tom. For breakfast.” mumbles Oh-Aew, shifting around some more until he’s half laying on top of Teh’s chest, one of his hands resting right above his heart. “With a poached egg.” he goes on, feeling a bit petty but mostly tired, and above him Teh laughs quietly before pulling him closer, endeared as always by his boyfriend’s bossiness.
“Whatever you want, baby.” replies Teh, leaving a small kiss on Oh-Aew’s head, and Oh-Aew can’t help but smile tiredly at that last gesture of affection, before he slips into a deep and undisturbed slumber.