Joylada Gang One-shot Collection✨️

The 'Real' Master Behind The Lens II [PhuwinPond]

Pond took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment as he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. The air was thick with anticipation, and he could see the flicker of excitement in Phuwin's eyes.

"Let's start with something simple," Pond said, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you can play the role of the obedient model."

Phuwin's smirk widened, a challenge dancing across his features. "Oh, is that how you see me? I thought you liked a little rebellion."

Pond chuckled, his heart racing. "Rebellion can be fun, but there's something incredibly enticing about surrendering, too. How about you show me just how good you can be when you want to?"

Phuwin leaned back slightly, pretending to think. "And what if I don't want to?"

Pond's expression turned serious as he reached out, his fingers brushing against Phuwin's knee, sending a shiver up his spine. "Then maybe I'll have to convince you."

Without another word, Pond leaned in, capturing Phuwin's lips with his own. The kiss was soft at first, exploring and testing, but soon transformed into something deeper, more urgent. Phuwin responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Pond's hair as he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, Pond looked into Phuwin's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. Instead, he found only desire. "You like that, don't you?" he teased.

Phuwin's lips curled into a smirk. "Maybe I do."

"Good," Pond said, feeling emboldened. "Now, I want you to lay back and let me take control."

Phuwin raised an eyebrow but complied, leaning back against the couch with a playful glint in his eye. "And what if I don't behave?"

Pond grinned, feeling a rush of confidence. "Then I'll have to discipline you."

As Pond shifted to straddle Phuwin's hips, he felt a thrill of power surge through him. He pressed his body against Phuwin's, eliciting a soft gasp from his lips. Pond wasted no time, trailing kisses along Phuwin's jawline, down to the sensitive skin of his neck.

"God, you smell so good," Pond murmured against Phuwin's skin, his hands exploring the contours of his body. Phuwin arched into him, encouraging his touch.

"Just wait until you see what else I can do," Phuwin replied, his voice sultry and teasing.

Pond paused, meeting Phuwin's gaze. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

With that, he continued his exploration, his hands slipping beneath Phuwin's shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. Phuwin shivered at the contact, his breath hitching as Pond's fingers danced across his stomach, teasingly inching upward.

Pond pulled back slightly, just enough to tug Phuwin's shirt over his head, exposing his toned physique. He couldn't help but admire the sight before him, the way the light caught the planes of Phuwin's body. "You really are a work of art," he said, his voice thick with desire.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Won't you take a picture of this art" Phuwin replied with a cocky grin.

Pond laughed, feeling the tension ease as they shared this playful banter. But beneath the surface, the heat between them simmered, and he knew it was time to turn things up a notch.

With renewed determination, Pond captured Phuwin's lips again, this time with a fierceness that matched the growing fire inside him. Phuwin responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Pond's back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

"Tell me what you want, Phuwin," Pond whispered against his lips, his breath hot and tantalizing.

Phuwin's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I want you to make me beg for it."