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Pond had never met anyone like Phuwin.
The thing about Phuwin was - he knew things, he saw things. He always looked like he already knew what was going to happen and was just waiting for everyone else to catch up. His voice was soft, his gaze sharp, he always kept everyone guessing.
Pond, by comparison, was easy.
People said it to his face all the time, “You’re such a golden retriever, Pond,“ with a laugh and a pat on the shoulder, like he was harmless. Big, dumb, loyal. And maybe he was. He liked making people happy, he liked being good, especially for Phuwin.
They’d been together a few months now, officially, anyway. Long enough to have fallen into bed, to have vaguely figured out what the other liked. How Phuwin liked it fast and deep, how Pond liked being told what to do, how good it felt when Phuwin scratched his back or pulled his hair.
But something had changed lately.
Phuwin had started….testing him.
They were filming a light domestic scene. Just the two of them, lying on a bed, running through lines. Pond fumbled a cue, asking the director to go over the scene one more time. He laughed it off, cheeks red.
“You’re so bad at this,“ Phuwin said lazily, flipping through his script. “Good thing I’m doing all the work.“
Pond blinked. “Hey....“
But Phuwin didn’t even look up. “Maybe try not being so stiff next time. Or is this your best?“
There was no bite in it, no teasing smile. Just a flat, low voice and a little yawn. Pond stared at him, feeling his chest tighten, and not in a bad way.
The next scene, Phuwin patted his chest and said, “Good boy, that was better.“
The words shouldn’t have stuck, but they did.
Some days, Phuwin was gentle. He’d whisper praise like it was a secret, brushing his fingers over Pond’s wrist after a take. “You looked so good in that scene, I love when you say your lines like that, you’re so natural.“
Pond would glow, like physically glow. His ears would turn red, his hands would twitch, and he’d have to excuse himself just to breathe.
But other days, Phuwin would lean close and mutter, “Try not to fuck it up again, okay?“ or, “Do you even know what you’re doing?“ Or, once, when Pond dropped his water bottle in front of a crew member. “Jesus Christ, Pond. You’re fucking helpless without me.“
Pond liked it.
He didn’t understand why. Heat flooding his gut, fingers curling, head down, ears on fire. Whether Phuwin called him good or useless, the result was the same, his knees went a little weak. He couldn’t tell which turned him on more.
Pond didn’t want to assume. He didn’t want to overthink it. Maybe Phuwin was just having fun, maybe he didn’t mean anything by it.
But over the next few days, the switches became deliberate.
“You really carried that last take, baby“ Phuwin said one afternoon, leaning in to adjust Pond’s collar. “You’re getting so much better, you’re so talented.“
He blushed like a teenage boy after confessing to his crush. But just as he was recovering, Phuwin stepped back and muttered, loud enough for Pond to hear, “Try not to look so fucking confused this time. I don’t want to do ten takes again just because you can’t read a cue.“
The phrase landed like a slap. Pond blinked hard, his nails digging into his palms, his entire face felt like it was on fire. Phuwin didn’t even smile.
That night, Pond laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. His cock was hard, his fists were clenched. He didn’t touch himself, he couldn’t. Not when he didn’t even know why he felt like this.
Pond was losing his mind.
They were running a bedroom scene. Nothing even remotely sexy, just lines, positioning, lighting setups.
Pond had one job - lie down beside Phuwin, lean up on one elbow, say his line clearly. Easy.
But the moment he shifted onto the mattress, Phuwin leaned in and murmured, so low no one else could hear, “You look so pretty like this, babe.“
Pond blinked. Phuwin’s eyes were on him.
“I mean it,“ he added, brushing imaginary lint off Pond’s shirt. “You’re so handsome it makes me sick. My perfect boy.“
Heat spiked in Pond’s gut. It rose like a fever, creeping up his neck, burning behind his ears.
And then, just as he opened his mouth to speak, Phuwin smirked and muttered under his breath, “Too bad you can’t remember a line to save your life.“
Whiplash. Pond stared at him, stunned.
Phuwin leaned back, stretching like a cat. “Don’t worry, you’re hot enough that most people won’t notice.“
It was mean, unnecessarily so. There was no joking tone, just that same detached, casual cruelty that made Pond’s stomach twist. He stayed rock hard through the next two takes.
The worst part was how calculated it all felt.
Phuwin wasn’t just teasing anymore, he was watching.
After the scene wrapped up, he followed Pond to the hallway, slung an arm over his shoulder, and whispered, “You did well today.“
Pond flushed. “Really?“
“You’re getting so much better. You’re so focused, so good.“ Phuwin leaned closer.
Pond’s heart skipped a beat.
Then, in the same breath, “Now if you could just stop stuttering like a damn idiot every time I look at you, maybe we’d get through a shoot on time.“
Pond froze, Phuwin just kept walking.
The next morning, Pond arrived early at the set, holding two milk teas. He waited for Phuwin to come, awkward, jittery, heart in his throat. And when Phuwin finally walked in, Pond offered him the drink like a peace offering.
Phuwin took it, sipped slowly, and smiled. “Thank you, baby. You’re such a sweetheart, you know exactly what I like.“
Warmth bloomed in Pond’s chest.
But then Phuwin glanced at his outfit and deadpanned, “Wait, are you seriously wearing that?“ He pointed at Pond’s shirt.
Pond blinked, confused, “What, what’s wrong with it?“
“It’s fucking hideous.“
He walked away sipping his tea, leaving Pond standing there red-faced and breathing hard.
He had to sit down, had to. He was painfully hard in his jeans.
Phuwin’s words chased him everywhere. You’re so good, you’re so dumb, I love when you listen, I hate how slow you are sometimes. It wasn’t even dirty, but somehow, everything felt dirty now.
Phuwin’s praise made him melt, meanness made him ache.
And the worst part? Phuwin clearly knew. He had to know, why else would he keep doing it?
Pond didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
Every time Phuwin called him a good boy, he wanted to drop to his knees. Every time Phuwin called him a stupid idiot, he wanted to cry and beg to be used anyway.
He was one more “You’re perfect, baby, but also kind of a dumbass“ away from spontaneous combustion.
So, when Phuwin texted him one night after work,
wanna come over? i’m alone and bored.
Pond nearly broke his ankles trying to get there as fast as possible.
When he arrived at Phuwin’s place, it was already dark. Phuwin met him at the door in loose shorts and an oversized hoodie, sleepy-eyed and smug.
“Hey,“ he said casually, stepping aside to let Pond in. “You looked really pretty on set today.“
Pond’s ears were already turning red. “Oh, uhm, thanks.“
“You’re welcome, love,“ Phuwin said sweetly. Then, without missing a beat, he added, “Too bad you flubbed that crying scene like a fucking rookie.“
Pond let out a broken sound.
Phuwin looked at him, eyes sharp, curious, like he was waiting for something to happen.
“I missed you so much.“ he said softly with a smile on his face.
Phuwin didn’t kiss him right away.
He just walked back into the apartment barefoot, hoodie riding up the curve of his back, casual as anything. Pond stood frozen in the doorway, like a stray dog afraid to move too fast. The room smelled like Phuwin.
“I thought we could watch a movie or something,“ Phuwin said lightly, already flopping onto the couch. “But if you wanna just stand there and be pretty, that works too.“
Pond’s stomach did a backflip, he swallowed hard and kicked off his sneakers.
By the time he padded over, Phuwin had already made himself comfortable. Legs sprawled, remote loose in one hand. He looked up at Pond and smiled innocently. “Are you gonna sit down?“ he asked.
Pond nodded and dropped onto the couch next to his boyfriend. Phuwin didn’t waste time. He shifted, one thigh pressed against Pond’s, fingers slipping under his shirt, ghosting over the hard line of his stomach.
“You’ve been quiet lately,“ Phuwin murmured.
Pond stiffened, giving Phuwin a little smile. “I’m fine,“ he said quickly.
Phuwin hummed, his fingers were still moving, warm and slow. “You sure? You’ve been acting….squirmy.“
Pond’s breath caught, gaze focused on Phuwin’s hands.
“You get like that when you’re turned on,“ Phuwin added.
Heat flushed up Pond’s chest, his eyes suddenly meeting Phuwin’s. “Phu-“
“You’re easy to read, Pond,“ Phuwin said simply. “Especially when you’re trying not to be.“
His hand slid lower, over the waistband of Pond’s sweatpants.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week,“ he whispered, voice low and syrupy. “My good boy, my pretty thing.“
Pond made a loud, broken sound deep in his throat.
Phuwin smiled against his neck. “You like that?“
“No, I-“
“You do. You melt when I say nice things to you.“ He kissed the corner of Pond’s jaw, soft. “You get so turned on when I call you good.“
Pond whimpered. Phuwin pulled back, slapping Pond’s thigh, not hard, just enough to get him to focus.
“You’re such a mess,“ he continued, tone shifting. “You can’t focus on set, you stammer through your lines. You flinch whenever you fuck up. It’s like you’re trying to make my job harder.“
It hurt, burned. And Pond’s dick throbbed so hard he had to clench his thighs.
Phuwin watched him. “You like it when I say that, too.“
Pond shook his head frantically, but his hips jerked forward.
“You like being told you’re pathetic, needy,“ Phuwin murmured, almost sweetly.
Pond looked like he was about to cry.
“You like when I call you a good boy,“ Phuwin continued, “but you love when I treat you like you’re nothing.“
Pond made a wrecked, broken noise. Phuwin’s smile was sharp now, triumphant.
“You poor thing,“ he whispered. “You don’t even know what you want, do you?“
Pond’s voice cracked. “I don’t know, Phu.“
Phuwin leaned in and kissed him, hard.
Pond gasped into it, fists clutching at Phuwin’s hoodie, mouth opening under the pressure. He didn’t know where to put his hands, he didn’t know if he should be kissing back or begging or crying or all three at once. Their lips moved fast, rushed and eager with no hesitation. There was no careful rhythm, just mouths colliding and breaths tangling.
Phuwin’s tongue slid forward, brushing against Pond’s. Pond let Phuwin in, tongues meeting in a hot, clumsy glide, slick and searching. The pressure built with every move, the kiss deepening, getting wetter and hotter.
Phuwin tilted his head and caught Pond’s puffy bottom lip between his teeth, biting it softly, then soothing the pain with a flick of his tongue, dragging a shaky breath from Pond. They were both breathless with want.
When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, lips swollen and wet, Pond looked like he’d just stepped out of a fever dream.
Phuwin licked his lips softly. “I think you want both,“ he whispered, settling over him. “I think you want me to ruin you while telling you how beautiful you are.“
Pond moaned, loud and desperate. He tried chasing the next kiss, but Phuwin held him down, pushing him into the couch.
“You want me to call you worthless,“ Phuwin said, dragging his hips down against Pond’s crotch, “while I tell you how much I need you.“
Pond bucked under him, trembling.
“You want me to break you,“ Phuwin breathed, “but only after telling you you’re perfect.“
Pond couldn’t even speak. He just exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut, trying to take back what little control he had in the beginning.
Phuwin kissed him again, deep and punishing, then pulled back just enough to grind down against him.
“Isn’t that right?“ he murmured. “You don’t want to choose, you want everything. The sugar and the knife.“
Pond finally nodded, helpless.
“Touch me,“ Phuwin said, voice calm, command wrapped in silk.
Pond obeyed like it was instinct. His hands moved without thinking, sliding under Phuwin’s hoodie, over his waist, cupping the sharp curve of his hips.
Phuwin grabbed Pond’s wrist, bringing his hand lower.
“Here.“
Pond’s eyes widened.
Phuwin leaned down until they were nose to nose, mouth almost brushing. “I want your fingers,“ he whispered. “Right now, while I tell you how you’re so stupid and so good.“
Pond whimpered, stunned.
“You think you’re in control because you’re bigger?“ Phuwin murmured, licking lightly at Pond’s bottom lip. “You’re not. You’re never the one in control Pond.“
Phuwin’s hand stayed on Pond’s, guiding it under his shorts, between his thighs.
“Phuwin-“
“Shh,“ Phuwin whispered, rolling his hips down into Pond’s palm, Pond’s fingers pressing against Phuwin’s entrance. “Just like that. You know how to make me feel good, don’t you? My big, beautiful boy.“
Pond groaned, helpless, circling Phuwin’s hole.
“Don’t be shy, baby, you can slide right in,“ Phuwin murmured, “I’m ready to take you, Pond. Wouldn’t wanna keep my impatient boy waiting, hmm?“
Pond swallowed hard. “Okay.“
He slowly pushed two fingers inside, breaching Phuwin’s entrance. Phuwin’s body responded beautifully, there was no resistance, he was open and ready. He tilted his hips in a needy way, forcing Pond’s fingers deeper.
The fact that he was already prepared made Pond dizzy. His fingers trembled as they pushed in and out of Phuwin’s ass, slipping inside easily, right where they were meant to be.
“You want to wreck me, right?“ Phuwin hissed, breath hitching as Pond’s fingers thrust deeper. “You want to make me scream like I’m yours.“
“But....you are,“ Pond whispered hoarsely, mouth dry. “You’ve always been.“
Phuwin laughed, his eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back against the couch.
“God, you’re so fucking nervous, I can feel your hand shaking,“ he moaned.
“I, I don’t want to hurt you,“ Pond stammered, half-destroyed.
Phuwin opened his eyes. His voice turned gentle, affectionate. “You won’t, you’re perfect, you’re so good for me.“
Praise and venom, sugar and flame. Pond didn’t know where one ended and the other began anymore.
His fingers stretched Phuwin more open, carefully, like he was being trusted with something fragile. Phuwin was breathing heavily now, rolling his hips against Pond’s hand, murmuring filth and praise in turns.
“I got myself ready for you,“ Phu murmured, voice dipped to a whisper. “I’m all stretched out and loose. Just so you could put your fingers where you wanted. You have such big hands, Pond. So why don’t you fucking use them better, huh?“
Pond moaned. Phuwin let out a chuckle, smug and wicked. Pond’s fingers sank in deeper as he tried to focus on anything other than how hot and wet Phuwin was, how easily his hole gave in. He sped up, thrusting his fingers in and out at a quicker pace, his other hand holding Phuwin’s waist in place.
“That’s right, baby, show me how good you can be.“ Phuwin’s voice turned sweet again, but it was still laced with something mean.
“Are you so slow because you’re excited or is your tiny brain just so overwhelmed?“ Phuwin whispered with a giggle.
Pond whimpered quietly in response, angling his wrist in a way that could allow him to hit Phuwin’s prostate. When he finally grazed the spot with the tip of his fingers, he kept going, thrusting against it, letting Phuwin melt in his arms.
“Fuck, right there, baby.“ Phuwin moaned, his body moving against Pond’s hand, every grind calculated. “You love this, don’t you? Playing the, nghnn fuck, playing the part of the big, strong top, with your thick fingers and broad shoulders, acting like you’re in charge, like you know what you’re doing. But we both know you’d do anything I say.“
Pond could barely breathe. His fingers continued moving, deep and fast, coaxing quiet gasps from Phuwin’s lips.
“You’re so obedient, so eager to please. Too good for your own good, fuck.“
Pond’s entire being was focused on making Phuwin feel good, nothing else mattered to him. He moved with growing confidence now, bolder, his free hand holding Phuwin steady by the thigh with a firm grip. Phuwin’s walls were opening and closing around his fingers, slick and wet, muscles clenching with every move.
“You’re trying so hard, you look like you’re about to cry.“
“I just want to be good for you.“ Pond breathed, voice tight.
“You are, you’re so perfect for me. All pathetic and so fucking desperate.“ Phuwin cried out, the corners of his mouth curling up into a grin.
Pond pressed his fingers a little deeper, slowing down, earning a delicious gasp from Phuwin. Every time Phuwin let out a sound, Pond’s heart skipped in his chest. Every movement felt like worship. Pond didn’t care how long it took, he didn’t care if he got anything in return. This was it, this was the reward, watching Phuwin fall apart, making him sigh and shake and melt under his hands.
“Wanna fuck me?“
“Please.“
“Keep going, then. Earn it, show me how much you want me.“
“I’m trying, I’m trying so hard.“
“I know, baby. And that’s what makes you so fucking sweet. You’d crawl across glass for me if I asked.“
“I would.“ Pond answered immediately, without even thinking.
Phuwin kissed him again, slow, lingering, greedy, then pulled back just far enough to whisper, “You can fuck me now.“
Pond choked. “Y-Yeah, okay.“
“But you’re going to listen.“
“I always listen,“ Pond said, voice barely steady.
“Good,“ Phuwin purred like a cat. “Then listen closely.“
He laid back, pulling Pond down with him, wrapping lean arms around his broad shoulders. “Missionary. Rough. Deep. You do what I tell you. You don’t finish until I say so.“
Pond just nodded, dizzy with desire.
“And,“ Phuwin added, voice dipping low, “you keep your pretty mouth shut unless you’re gonna say something useful.“
Pond moaned, his forehead dropping against Phuwin’s collarbone. He carefully stripped, throwing his clothes onto the floor, as he waited for Phuwin to take off his shorts and position himself on his back properly, spreading his legs to make room for Pond.
Pond exhaled deeply when the cold air finally hit his leaking, hard cock. It hung heavy between his legs, begging to be touched. He just ignored it though, shifting to his knees, pulling Phuwin closer by his thighs. He threw one of Phuwin’s legs over his shoulder, watching his slick and open hole flutter for a second before he lined himself up, shaking, breath hot and fast.
Phuwin kissed the edge of his jaw. “Good boy,“ he whispered. “My dumb puppy.“
And that was it. Pond pushed in slowly, carefully. The head of his cock disappeared inside and he had to close his eyes so he wouldn’t come from the sight alone. Phuwin gasped under him, fingers digging into Pond’s shoulders, body arching beautifully with the stretch.
Pond couldn’t breathe, Phuwin’s hole swallowing his length inch by inch.
“You’re always so gentle,“ Phuwin whispered. “Like you’re scared that I’ll break“
“Fuck, I’m not scared,“ Pond gasped. “I just I don’t want to hurt you-“
“You couldn’t if you tried. Now shut up and fuck me properly.“
Phuwin cupped Pond’s cheeks with his hands, kissing him passionately, deep and dirty, full of need. Pond moaned into the kiss as he slowly slid the rest of the way, his hips hitting Phuwin’s ass.
“You’re so big,“ Phuwin whispered between kisses. “So fucking thick. You fill me like you were made for it.“
Pond moaned, not moving yet, just letting Phuwin adjust to the feeling of being split open by his cock.
“But don’t get too cocky,” Phuwin hissed, biting lightly at his lip. “You still look like a kicked puppy every time I raise my voice.“
Pond whimpered, hips bucking up into Phuwin.
“And that’s exactly why I like you,“ Phuwin added, breathless. “Because you listen, because you take it, because you try so fucking hard to keep me satisfied.“
Pond let out a shaky exhale before he pulled back. He then slammed back in, earning himself a muffled scream as Phuwin bit into his own wrist, sending sharp pain down his spine. Each thrust was precise and so deep, making them both cry out. Phuwin rocked with him, meeting each movement, hands slipping over sweat-slick skin.
Every time Pond pulled out, he hesitated, like he wasn’t sure he deserved to go back in.
“That’s it,“ Phuwin moaned. “Just like that, be useful for once, fuck me like you mean it.“
Pond did. He moved harder, deeper, his hair brushing Phuwin’s chest, moaning like he was being broken open from the inside. His hands were desperately trying to hold up both of Phuwin’s legs that kept sliding down from his shoulders.
“Anhghh, Pond. Why- fuck, why do you have all these muscles, when you can’t even, nghnn, hold me up properly, ahh-“ Phuwin said, voice breaking with every word.
Pond made a helpless noise, somewhere between a sob and a groan, and kept going, his grip on Phuwin’s legs tightening, everything in him pouring into Phuwin like he couldn’t stop.
When the head of Pond’s cock finally grazed Phuwin’s prostate, his back arched from the couch, chest rising, mouth opening in a silent scream.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, there, fuck!“
Phuwin’s screams got louder with every snap of Pond’s hips. Pond just whimpered quietly, his little noises barely audible.
“You’re gonna make me fucking come, Pond. You’re gonna make me come-“
Pond let go of Phuwin’s leg, letting it fall onto the couch. Instead, his hand wrapped around Phuwin’s cock, stroking it frantically, trying to match the tempo of his thrusts.
“I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!“ Phuwin yelled, painting his chest white. Pond kept stroking his cock through his orgasm, milking him dry as he continued snapping his hips, stimulating Phuwin’s prostate. Phuwin squeezed around him like he didn’t ever want him to leave. And Pond came, hips stuttering, releasing hot and sticky fluid deep inside of Phuwin.
Phuwin’s body trembled under him as he slowly came down from his high.
“Shit, you really are fucking stupid.“
“W-what? Why? Did you not like it?“
“Didn’t I tell you you weren’t allowed to come until I say so?“
“Fuck, I’m- I’m so sorry, Phuwin, I....You just felt so good, I couldn’t-“
“It’s okay, my love. You did such a good job fucking me. Made me feel so good, like no one before. You’re such a perfect boy. I love you so much.“
“Can you keep saying it?“
“I love you. You’re so good to me, so kind and so beautiful. I’m always the first thing on your mind. And I love you so so so much for that.“
“I love you too, Phu. The most.“
The room was quiet again.
Not completely silent, there was still the distant hum of city traffic, the lazy whirl of the ceiling fan, but compared to the sounds they’d been making just minutes ago, it felt like the whole world had gone still.
Pond was boneless, heavy with warmth. Still inside Phuwin, soft, trembling from the final, dizzying high that had hit him like a tidal wave.
Phuwin was beneath him, fingers dragging up and down Pond’s spine in lazy lines, thighs still twitching every now and then with aftershocks.
Pond pressed his forehead against Phuwin’s chest, breathing deep, as if trying to memorize the scent of his skin. And Phuwin just let him.
“Hey,“ he whispered after a while, fingertips still gliding in soft strokes. “You alive?“
Pond let out a quiet laugh. “Barely.“
Phuwin smiled, shifting slightly, but still not letting Pond go. “That was....a lot.“
Pond made a sound that might have been agreement or exhaustion. “You’re a menace, Phuwin.“
“Hmm, you liked it though.“
Silence settled again, but this time, it felt more like calm than tension.
“Are you gonna tell me now?“ Phuwin asked softly, fingers tangled in Pond’s hair.
Pond blinked. “Tell you what?“
“Which one do you like.“ Phuwin’s voice was gentler now. No teasing, no bite, just honest curiosity. “Praise or humiliation.“
Pond hesitated. “I....don’t know,“ he said finally. “Both?“
He pulled back just enough to look at Phuwin’s face. “It’s like....when you’re sweet, it makes me feel safe, like I could do anything, like I want to earn it, keep earning it. But when you’re mean....“
Phuwin raised an eyebrow. Pond flushed.
“When you’re mean, it’s like....my whole brain short-circuits. I hate it, but I love it. I want to prove you wrong and also let you say worse things.“
Phuwin laughed, soft and fond. “You poor thing.“
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,“ Pond said, half laughing, half whining. “But when you do both at once? It’s-“ He shook his head. “It’s like nothing else.“
Phuwin reached up and cupped his cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with you, baby.“
“Then what is it?“
Phuwin grinned. “I think you’re just really really deeply in love with me. And also a little fucked up in the head, but that can be overlooked.“
Pond huffed. “You’re not exactly normal either.“
“Nope,“ Phuwin said, not even pretending to deny it. “I loved seeing you fall apart. Watching your face when I told you you were so good. And then when I told you you were fucking pathetic.“ He stroked Pond’s jaw with his thumb. “I think I like breaking you down and building you back up again.“
Pond shivered.
Phuwin whispered, “We should keep doing this.“
Pond blinked. “Doing what?”
“This. Us. But also....that.” He nudged Pond’s hip lightly. “The stuff you like, the stuff I like. We can figure it out, together.“
Pond’s face softened. “Yeah?“
Phuwin smiled. “Yeah.“
They laid there a little longer, tangled, warm, wrecked in the best way.
Finally, Phuwin murmured, “Next time, though....maybe I’ll make you beg a little.“
Pond groaned, burying his face in Phuwin’s neck. “You’re evil.“
“You love it.“
“I love everything about you.“