Love in Politics ( PoohPavel)

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Pavel emerged from his shower, feeling refreshed. He spread his arms wide, performing light stretches. Meanwhile, in Chonburi, Pooh, secretly watching him on his phone during a meeting, almost gasped at the sight. He coughed to cover up his reaction, turning off his phone and asking his colleagues to continue the meeting. However, he couldn't stop glancing at the screen, catching glimpses of Pavel wearing one of his long-sleeved shirts.

Pavel hugged the shirt, closing his eyes and pretending that Pooh was with him. He began to dance, imagining he was holding Pooh's hand. The sight was too much for Pooh. He abruptly stood up, excused himself from the meeting, and ran to catch a taxi, driven by the overwhelming desire to be with Pavel.

Back at the condo, Pavel admired the way Pooh's shirt fit him, the fabric comforting him with its familiar scent. He walked to the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee. After savoring the warmth of the drink, he decided to take a nap on the couch, pulling a cozy blanket over himself.

As he drifted into sleep, Pavel's mind wandered to Pooh, wishing he were there. Meanwhile, Pooh's taxi sped through the streets, the urgency in his heart mirrored in the frantic pace of the city outside. All he could think about was getting back to Pavel, to hold him, to feel his presence, and to share in the simple, yet profound moments of love and connection.

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Pavel woke up to the gentle sensation of someone touching his hair. He opened his eyes slowly, only to see Pooh sitting beside him. Startled, he quickly asked, "P-Pooh, when did you arrive?"

Pooh chuckled softly, placing a tender kiss on Pavel's forehead. Then, he handed Pavel a giant bouquet of red roses. Pavel gasped, whispering a soft "Thank you" as he took the roses, his fingers lightly running over the petals while he inhaled their scent.

"Do you like it?" Pooh asked, his voice filled with warmth.

"Yes, a lot," Pavel replied, smiling.

Pooh chuckled again, his eyes lingering on Pavel's exposed milky thighs. "You know, you look so hot in my shirt," Pooh said, his hand running over Pavel's thighs.

Pavel bit his lip and asked, "Did I make you horny?"

"Yes, baby," Pooh replied, taking Pavel's leg and starting to nibble and bite on it. Pavel slowly lay down, biting his lips and arching his back in response to Pooh's touch.

" you always drive me crazy , specially when you're wearing my clothes" , Pooh said in between his kisses.

Pooh trailed his tounge while placing it on his broad shoulders then he gently ran his hand under Pavel's tummy through his shirt seeing how pavel was squirming under his touch like a 18 year old virgin.

Pooh yanked the rose boquet and threw it away before cupping Pavel's cheeks and kissing him roughly while grinding on him.

The room is dimly lit, a soft warm glow creating an intimate ambiance. The air is heavy with the scent of musk and desire as Pooh and Pavel give into their passions.

Their lips are locked in a deep, hungry kiss, mouths open and tongues dancing. Pooh's hands roam over Pavel's body, mapping every contour with eager fingertips.

"Mmm, Pavel..." Pooh moans, his voice deep and hoarse as he breaks away, breathless. "You feel so good."

"Please, Pooh..." Pavel whimpers, his eyes glazed with desire. "I need you. Now."

With a growl, Pooh responds by grasping Pavel's hips and hoisting him up onto the couch, the fabric rough beneath Pavel's bare skin. Pooh's strong hands roam over Pavel's body, mapping every inch of his flesh, leaving fiery trails of desire in their wake.

"Oh, fuck!" Pavel cries out as Pooh's fingers find his sensitive nipples, rolling and tugging them. "Touch me more, harder!"

Pooh chuckles darkly, his breath hot against Pavel's ear. "I plan to touch you everywhere, baby."

He begins to rain kisses down Pavel's neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin, leaving love marks that will linger. Pavel arches his back, offering himself up, his head falling back as he moans loudly, "Yesss!"

The couch creaks beneath them as they move together, the sound of their passionate kisses, and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies moving in unison filling the room. The air is thick with the sounds of their desire as their passion builds, heading towards a climax.

"God, I want you," Pooh growls, his breath hot against Pavel's ear.

Pavel whimpers, his body already on fire. He arches his back, offering himself to Pooh, who wastes no time in claiming what he desires.

"Please..." Pavel's plea ends in a sharp cry as Pooh's tongue swirls around his nipple, teasing it to a hard peak.

With a low chuckle, Pooh nips at the sensitive bud, relishing in the way Pavel squirms beneath him. "Be patient, baby. I'm just getting started."

Pooh continues his descent, mapping every inch of Pavel's body with his mouth, hands, and tongue. He teases and nips, his breath hot and intentional, making Pavel writhe and beg for more.

"Oh, fuck!" Pavel cries out, his voice hoarse as Pooh's tongue dips lower, leaving no inch of skin untasted.

The room fills with the sound of their heavy breathing, the wet slurping of Pooh's eager mouth, and Pavel's desperate moans.

"I need you inside me. Now," Pavel demands, his eyes glittering with lust as he pulls Pooh up for another kiss.

 Growling low in his throat, Pooh suddenly lifted Pavel up, their lips barely parting as the bottom wrapped his legs around Pooh's waist.

"Ride me, Pavel..take me deep" Pooh commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

With a hungry growl, Pavel bit into the flesh of Pooh's shoulder, suppressing a moan as he felt Pooh's length pressing against him. Pooh tore at Pavel's shirt, the fabric ripping as their bodies moved in unison. The cool air on their heated skin sent shivers down their spines, goosebumps rising on their exposed flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Pooh..." Pavel panted, his breath hot against Pooh's ear.

"Move with me, baby," Pooh commanded, his voice hoarse with need

Pooh thrust up into Pavel, their bodies slamming together. The force of the thrusts pushed Pavel up, only for him to slam back down, meeting each of Pooh's powerful drives with equal fervor. The couch creaked and groaned beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust: *thump-thump... thump-thump...*

Pavel's breath came in short gasps, his eyes screwed shut as he bit down harder, leaving marks that would bruise. Pooh's hands gripped Pavel's hips, guiding and controlling the pace as he thrust up, deep and relentless.

"Look at me, baby," Pooh growled, his eyes burning with intensity. "Let me see you."

Pavel opened his eyes, the passion and desire reflected back at him in Pooh's gaze. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time stood still. Then, with a desperate cry, Pavel threw his head back, his black hair flying, and rode Pooh with wild abandon.

 "Fuck, Pooh! Oh, fuck!" Pavel cried, his voice echoing in the room.

Pooh's hands gripped Pavel's hips, guiding and controlling the pace. "That's it, baby. Take it all."

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that's it :)

Kaise tu gungunaaye, muskuraaye
Chhoti-moti baaton pe muhn fulaye?
Yeh nazakat
Meri aadat paas mujhe laaye
Nadaaniyan, nadaaniyan
Kheenchein mujhe nadaaniyan
Nadaaniyan, nadaaniyan
Pagal kare teri har adaa

( I'm obsessed with this song ya'll)

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