I accidentally posted another draft earlier! Anyway, enjoy reading! XOXO!
As the last of the party faded into a series of half-hearted goodbyes and scattered laughter, Pon felt a mix of reluctance and excitement. The atmosphere had been electric, filled with camaraderie and celebration. His friends—Michael, Pooh, Pavel, Benz, and the rest—had insisted on celebrating his announcement, their joy infectious as they sang, danced, and raised their glasses in his honor. But even amidst the warmth of their companionship, Pon couldn't shake the growing sense of urgency that had taken root in his chest.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Sailub's voice broke through his thoughts, warm and inviting, as he approached Pon, a playful smile on his lips. There was something in the way Sailub's eyes lit up that made Pon's heart skip a beat.
"Already?" Pon glanced around, taking in the remaining few who were still mingling. The music had softened, and the lights seemed to dim further, casting a cozy glow over the room.
"Yeah," Sailub replied, his gaze unwavering. "I've missed you, you know. And I'd really like to spend some time alone with you." There was a hint of mischief in his tone, and Pon felt his cheeks heat at the implications behind Sailub's words.
"Well, I guess I can't argue with that," Pon replied, trying to keep his tone light even as excitement flared within him.
As they made their way to the door, Pon's friends gathered around them, playfully urging them to stay a little longer, but Sailub was persistent. "We'll see you all tomorrow, okay? Pon and I just need a little time together." He draped an arm around Pon's shoulders, drawing him close, the gesture both possessive and reassuring.
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Sailub's condo was bathed in soft, ambient lighting, shadows playing along the walls as the two of them stumbled inside. Pon barely had time to take in their surroundings before the door slammed shut behind them, and he found himself pressed up against it, his back hitting the surface with a dull thud. The impact wasn't painful; it was the sheer urgency of Sailub's movements that made Pon's pulse race.
"Phi—S-Sailub," Pon breathed, but his words were lost as the alpha captured his lips in a searing kiss. Sailub's hands were everywhere at once—tangling in Pon's hair, sliding down his back, gripping his waist with a possessive firmness that sent shivers down Pon's spine.
The kiss was hot, overwhelming, and Pon could feel himself melting under the onslaught. Sailub's scent enveloped him, thick and heady with desire, making it hard to think of anything beyond the alpha's touch. His own instincts responded in kind, his omega nature craving the closeness, the reassurance, the intensity of being held and cherished like this.
"Thana..." Sailub's voice was low, rough with restraint as he nipped at Pon's lower lip, then pulled back just enough to meet Pon's hazy gaze. "Can I?"
The question hung in the air between them, heavy and charged. Pon's breath hitched, his thoughts scrambling. He knew what Sailub was asking, could feel the alpha's need practically vibrating through his very skin. And god, did he want it too—wanted Sailub, wanted to lose himself in the alpha's embrace until there was nothing else but the two of them.
But still, Sailub waited, holding back even as his body trembled with tension. His hands gripped Pon's waist, not letting go, but not moving further until Pon gave the word.
"Thana," Sailub repeated, his voice dropping to a near-growl. "Words, baby. I need to hear you say it."
The sound of Sailub's voice sent heat pooling low in Pon's belly. He swallowed, his own hands clutching at Sailub's shoulders as if to anchor himself. When he finally found his voice, it was shaky, breathless, but certain.
