The celebration had finally come to an end. The guests had gone home, the music had faded, and the estate had returned to its usual quiet. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the gardens where only hours before, Phuwin and Pond had exchanged their vows and danced as newlyweds.
Now, the house was still, the only sounds the gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the occasional soft cry from Chompoo's nursery. But even she had settled into a peaceful sleep, leaving Pond and Phuwin alone in the quiet, serene aftermath of the happiest day of their lives.
Phuwin stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, his heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The reality of the day had yet to fully sink in, and as he looked at his reflection—still in the white shirt and dress pants he had worn for the reception, his hair slightly tousled from hours of dancing and celebration—he found it hard to believe that this was real.
He was married. To Pond. The man who had once been his nightmare, then his lover, and now his husband. The thought filled him with a warmth that spread through his entire body, making his pulse quicken with excitement.
Pond entered the room quietly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He had already removed his jacket and tie, leaving him in a simple white shirt that clung to his broad shoulders. He looked at Phuwin with a softness in his eyes that made Phuwin's breath catch.
Pond crossed the room, coming to stand behind Phuwin, his hands resting gently on Phuwin's shoulders. Their eyes met in the mirror, and for a long moment, they simply looked at each other, the weight of everything that had happened today settling between them.
"You're beautiful," Pond whispered, his voice filled with awe and love.
Phuwin blushed, his heart fluttering at the compliment. "So are you," he replied softly, leaning back slightly into Pond's touch.
Pond's hands slid down Phuwin's arms, his touch warm and reassuring. "I still can't believe you're mine," Pond murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Phuwin's neck, just below his ear. "My wife."
The word sent a shiver down Phuwin's spine, a thrill of excitement mingling with the deep sense of belonging that came from hearing it. "It feels like a dream," Phuwin admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "I keep thinking I'll wake up and it won't be real."
Pond turned Phuwin to face him, his hands cupping Phuwin's face gently. "It's real," Pond said firmly, his eyes filled with sincerity. "We're real. This is our life now, Phuwin. And I'm going to spend every day making sure you know just how much I love you."
Phuwin's eyes filled with tears at the tenderness in Pond's words, and he leaned in to kiss him, a slow, lingering kiss that conveyed all the emotions he couldn't put into words. Pond's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as they deepened the kiss, losing themselves in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's as they caught their breath. Pond's hands moved to the buttons of Phuwin's shirt, his fingers steady as he slowly undid them, one by one.
"Let me take care of you tonight," Pond whispered, his voice low and intimate. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."
Phuwin's heart raced as Pond slipped the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His skin tingled under Pond's touch, every caress sending waves of warmth and desire through him. Pond's hands were gentle, reverent, as if he were handling something precious.
Phuwin reached for Pond's shirt, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuttoned it, mirroring Pond's actions. He wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his body beneath his fingers. When Pond's shirt finally joined Phuwin's on the floor, they stood there for a moment, simply holding each other, their bare chests pressed together, their heartbeats synchronizing.
Pond leaned in, capturing Phuwin's lips in another kiss, this one more urgent, more passionate. The kiss deepened as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring the familiar yet thrilling terrain. The heat between them built steadily, the room filling with the sounds of their soft breaths and murmured words of love.
Pond guided Phuwin toward the bed, his hands never leaving Phuwin's body. When the back of Phuwin's knees hit the edge of the bed, Pond gently lowered him onto the mattress, following him down with a grace that spoke of both strength and tenderness.
They took their time, savoring each touch, each kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other, their love burning bright and fierce. Every movement, every breath was a testament to the bond they shared, a bond that had been tested by time and trials, and had emerged stronger than ever.
As they finally came together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, Phuwin felt a surge of emotion so powerful it nearly overwhelmed him. This was more than just physical—this was the culmination of everything they had been through, every challenge they had faced, every moment of doubt and fear. And now, here they were, bound together in love and trust, in a way that felt unbreakable.
When they finally collapsed together, spent and satisfied, Pond pulled Phuwin into his arms, holding him close as they lay in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking. The only sounds were their breathing, slow and steady, and the soft rustle of the sheets as they shifted slightly to get comfortable.
Phuwin nestled against Pond's chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Pond's skin. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with contentment.
Pond pressed a kiss to the top of Phuwin's head, his arms tightening around him protectively. "I love you too, Phuwin. More than I ever thought possible."
They lay there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of being in each other's arms. The world outside could wait—this moment was theirs, a quiet, sacred space where nothing else mattered.
Eventually, Phuwin shifted slightly, looking up at Pond with a soft smile. "You know, I never imagined this is where we'd end up," he said, his voice thoughtful. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Pond smiled back, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and pride. "Neither would I. We've been through so much to get here, but it was worth it. Every moment."
Phuwin sighed contentedly, resting his head against Pond's chest once more. "It's just the beginning, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice tinged with the happy exhaustion of the day.
Pond stroked Phuwin's hair, his touch soothing. "Yes, it is. The beginning of the rest of our lives. Together."
As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, Phuwin felt a deep sense of peace settle over him. He was exactly where he was meant to be, with the man he loved, ready to face whatever the future held.
The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, a celebration of love and commitment, but this quiet moment, alone with Pond, was the culmination of everything. It was the start of something new, something beautiful, and Phuwin couldn't wait to see where this journey would take them.
And as they slipped into a restful sleep, their hearts beating in unison, they both knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with love as their guide and each other as their strength.
It was the perfect beginning to their new life as husband and wife, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
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Journey (PONDPHUWIN)
FanfictionCOMPLETE Phuwin, a young man caught in a web of power and control, and Pond, the wealthy and influential figure who becomes both his captor and his lover.
