Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Pavel sighed as he read the message from Jacqueline about taking Prim to Pattaya. He missed his daughter already and was feeling the weight of the day's loneliness. It was just yesterday she discovered his relationship with Pooh and now she's taking prim with her to the trip , well she was right, a baby needed her mother more than her dad , especially Pavel wasn't her bilogocal dad, which was adding fuel to Jacqueline's plans.

He fixed his tie before entering the room, his thoughts drifting to Pooh, who was away in Chonburi for a political meeting. And Pavel was bored without having his Pooh to make him feel seen.

Standing in front of the mirror, Pavel smirked at his reflection, feeling a bit rebellious. He slowly undressed, removing his tie and then his shirt, leaving himself in just his briefs. "Alexa, play 'Don't Copy My Flow x Kompa,'" he commanded, and the music began to fill the room. He started swaying his hips to the rhythm, feeling the stress of the day melting away.

Unknown to Pavel, Pooh was watching him through a secret camera he had placed in Pavel's room before leaving. Pooh was having lunch, but his attention was entirely on the screen of his iPhone. He watched Pavel's every move, the way his small waist swayed and the confidence in his dance.

Pooh felt his pants tightening, a surge of desire washing over him. He coughed, trying to look away, but he couldn't resist. The sight of Pavel dancing so freely, so sensually, was too captivating. He breathed heavier, feeling the frustration of not being able to do anything about it while surrounded by colleagues. Pooh covered the screen with his hands , lowering the brightness. 

He tried to munch on a piece of bacon to avoid pavel's dance but  the waiter suddenly placed some ripe yellow bananas infront of pooh. Pooh almost gulped and took a deep breath and he peeked through the screen with a one eye open. 

And Pavel was trailing his hand through his waist , almost touching himself which around Pooh even more. But Pavel was continuing to dance  oblivious to his secret audience. 

The music, his movements, everything was a moment of liberation for him. He twirled, laughed, and lost himself in the beat, unaware of the intense gaze fixed on him from miles away.

Pooh, unable to tear his eyes away, whispered to himself, "God, fuck you, Pavel." The desire, the longing, and the love he felt were almost unbearable. He knew he had to focus on his work, but in that moment, all he wanted was to be with Pavel, to feel his warmth, and to hold him close.

Pooh would lie to himself  if he said that he didn't want to jump through the screen and touch his hot boyfriend. Pooh trailed his hands over his face , almost licking his dry lips. But he was little bit dissapointed when pavel slowly walked away to the bathroom , closing the door behind him.