The enigma of my life ✅

[EP 10] In the heat of the moment 🔞🔞

Joong knew his time was running out. There was only one month left to Dunk's contract and Dunk had not mentioned anything about extending it. He didn't want to sour the mood by bringing it up. He wasn't really thinking when he got drunk during the after party. Dunk was a little tipsy as well but he was still functioning so he had gotten them a ride through his Grab app. 

"Dunk... gu rak meung... rak maak maak...(I love you, love you a lot)" Joong was hugging Dunk as they waited for their ride to arrive.  

"urhh...rak meun gan, rak meun gan (yes, I love you too, love you too)" He replied without much thought to it, as long as it gets Joong to comply when their ride arrived. He helped Joong up and squeezed his big frame into the car. It was lucky that he's been to Joong's place before, so he knew his address. If not, he really didn't know how to explain to his brother.  

They both stumbled into Joong's apartment. Maybe the alcohol was affecting Dunk after all. He tried to shake off the effects of the alcohol but his vision was still blurry and he was finding it difficult to focus. He promised himself to call Phuwin to get him after he putting Joong on the bed. Dunk opened the door to Joong's bedroom and guided him in. Joong slammed Dunk towards the bedroom door before he could even switch on the lights. Joong crashed his lips against Dunk's. Dunk's tipsy brain had responded before his rational side pushed him away, reminding himself that Joong is drunk and they really shouldn't. 

"Joong, meung mao leow (you are drunk). You'll feel better after you sleep it off." He tried to persuade Joong to bed. 

"gu mei mao. gu rak meung jing jing (I'm not drunk, I really love you)." Joong grabbed hold of both of Dunk's hands, trapping it above his head as he dived down for another passionate kiss. Dunk can taste the alcohol in his breath. 

Joong had been a force of nature since the day he met him. There was nothing that he could deny him. He had promised Dew that he wouldn't lose himself.  But the moment Joong licked the seam of his lips asking for entrance, all bets were off. He lost himself to Joong. The enigma in his life. He would blame it on the effect the alcohol that they drank, which wasn't too far from the truth.  

Joong explored every inch of mouth, chasing his tongue as he went, sucking it. He was intoxicated by the taste of Dunk. He undressed Dunk as he pushed him towards the cabinet. Dunk lost his shirt on the way to the cabinet. Joong opened the drawer, without breaking the kiss. He reached blindly for the bottle of lube, stuffing it into his pocket, while his other hand unbuckled Dunk's belt. He slid his boxers and pants off him in one suave move. Dunk stepped out of it as it pooled at his ankle. 

Joong pushed him against the huge window panel. Dunk's back flushed against his front as he licked the shell of his ear and nibbed his ear lobe. Joong's apartment was the penthouse unit. His room was dark and there was no building across his. In the depths of his mind, he had wanted the world to know that Dunk was his. The possessive nature of his came forth in the heat of the moment. 

Joong's hands clasped Dunk against the window as he peppered kisses down his neck. He nipped and sucking as he reached the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. The desire to mark Dunk was too strong for him to let go. He grinded his shaft against Dunk's crack, causing both of them to moan. Dunk's shaft slide against the glass panel but the clear surface didn't provide the friction that he needed. Joong chuckled to Dunk's whine. He released his hand and slide across his toned chest in search of sensitive bud before twirling it between his thumb and forefinger. Dunk moaned in respond to the sensation. Joong rewarded him with a kiss to his shoulder. 

Joong tilted Dunk's hip towards him as his foot guided Dunk to widen his stance a little. He poured some lube onto his hands, coating his fingers. He grabbed hold of his shaft before he thumbs the slit which had Dunk hissing to how sensitive he felt. He stops teasing him and starts pumping it in a rhythm. Dunk moaned at the pleasure he felt. Joong's index finger of the other hand circled the rim of his hole before plunging it in. Dunk's fingers clenching and unclenching against the glass as he worked through the sensation. There was nothing that he could grab on the smooth glass surface. Joong worked up to two fingers, scissoring him before adding a third, pumping both at the same rhythm. Dunk was so lost in both the sensation of pleasure and pain. When Joong found the bundle of nerves, Dunk arched his head back in ecstasy. Joong couldn't help but be mesmerized as the city light below cast the reflection of Dunk's wanton look on the glass panel. Dunk whimpered at the lost of his fingers as he withdrew them. Joong took off his underwear and pants off in quick procession. He lubes his shaft before sinking into Dunk's tight wet heat. 

"Dunk..." He moaned at the warm sensation of his channel. He was so tight. Joong inched his way in as he felt Dunk's channel mold against his shaft. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped him as he was sheathed in to the hilt. His shaft throbbing and pulsing during the wait as he allowed Dunk to adjust to the intrusion.  Dunk was panting against the glass panel. It was fogging to his breath. When Dunk pushed back towards Joong, he knew he was ready. He held on to his hips as he rocked into Dunk. Slowly at first, he may be drunk but he still wanted Dunk to have a great experience with him. 

"You feel so good, Dunk...." Joong moaned. Dunk couldn't voice his thought, all that came out were grunts and moans. When Joong hits against his sweet spot, his breath hitched. Joong knew instantly that that was it. He had one arm around Dunk's waist while the other pumped his shaft. His thrust became relentless as he rammed deeper and harder than he did before. Dunk was chanting Joong's name at this point, both his palm flatten against the glass surface with his fingers curled in. 

Joong whispered to his ear, "Come for me" before kissing the back of his ear. Dunk came with a cry as his cum splashed across the window panel. Dunk's channel clenching Joong's shaft prompting him to come closely behind. He bit his shoulder as he came. Dunk moaned at how oversensitive he felt as Joong gave a few short thrusts before finishing off. Joong couldn't help but lean against Dunk as he come down from his high, trapping Dunk against the glass panel. Their harsh breath fogging the glass panel beneath them. He reached for a short peck which turned into a passionate kiss. None of them knew how they got to bed that night. 

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Dunk was in a blur when he woke up. He remembered being tipsy from the after party. He stared confusingly at the unfamiliar ceiling above him before gazing towards the other side of the bed. He cursed. The memory of last night came rushing back to him. He dressed up quickly hoping that he'll be able to leave before Joong wakes up. When Joong didn't wake up after all the rustling, he eyed the messy window panel. He couldn't help but want to erase all traces of their activity last night. He breathe in relief that none of the activity woke Joong up. He left as quietly as possible. 

He was flustered when he left the building. 

How could he sleep with Joong?!

He didn't notice who bumped into as he battled through his thoughts.

"Dunk?" Pond asked as he saw his disheveled look and the hickeys on his neck. He stared at the building he came out from. His eyes widen. Dunk had a hand to his mouth before he shouts.

"Don't tell Phu, please don't tell Phu." Dunk pleaded. 

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Pond drove Dunk home. He saw the conflict running through his face through the side of his eye.

"Both of you were drunk?" Dunk nodded.

"What are you going to tell him when he sees you?" Pond asked.

"Nothing. Hopefully he doesn't remember anything." Dunk folded his legs in as he tried to curl into himself, making himself look small. He looked like a lost child. Pond sighed. He may be Phuwin's twin brother but he had always treated him as his younger brother. He had become protective of him through the years he had known the Tangsakyuen brothers. Pond clasped his the back of his neck.

"Mai kit maak (don't think too much), we have your back." Dunk nodded as he laid his head on his knee. Pond stroke the back of his head before he resumed driving.    

He just hoped that Joong doesn't remember. 

~Please vote if you like this EP. It drives me forward. Khoorp khun na kha~

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A/N: 🫣🫣 this is progressing a lot faster than usual. It's getting more and more challenging to think of a different smut scene every time I write one. Just so that those of you who have been following my work don't get bored. As usual, I don't know what to make of this one cause I don't re-read. This Joong is a lot kinky😅😅 or maybe I should say drunk Joong is a lot more kinky. 

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