Drabbles

Commands

No one would have imagined that this is the same man who stood in front of hundreds less than three hours ago, yelling and making juniors shaking in their shoes before being commanded to do push up punishments for not falling in line when instructed.

Those same lips now moan uncontrollably before Arthit buries his face into the pillow, unwilling to let these shameful sounds be heard. A sharp smack on his rump have him jerking up in protest.

"I want to hear you..otherwise.."

The unfinished threat is well heard and noted as Arthit laid his cheek on the pillow, his thighs shaking from the effort to keep himself up. Kongpob stares at the twitching hole around the two fingers buried till the second knuckle as Arthit started to push back into his own digits.

The older's lower body undulate hungrily, seeking for his own pleasure as he gasps loudly. The stretched skin tinged pink as the sinful digits pushes in and out of the tight cavern. Kongpob couldn't resist but succumb despite his own resolution to tease his beloved a little more as punishment for the extra pushups Arthit had layered on him for just being mouthy during the earlier group punishment.

The wet muscle flicking around his fingers have Arthit's knees almost giving away if it is not for Kongpob's hands holding onto those creamy thighs tightly. When he is sure Arthit will stay up, the younger reach to push those fingers deeper, burying it to the base while Arthit whined aloud at how deep his fingers is in and how if he just flex his finger, he can almost brush against his prostate gland. Satisfied that the older is a mess, Kongpob sits back on his heels.

"One more finger." the almost guttural command is almost lost on Arthit whose eyes were glazed over from all the sensations running through his veins.

"I can't..." Arthit gasps out as he rides his own fingers, his cock leaking as he brushes against his own pleasure button accidentally.

"You can. Else I can't fit without hurting you and you will have to finish by yourself."

Arthit protested at that which though delivered teasingly, he knows Kongpob will do as he says, the younger have his stubborn moments and his beloved wellbeing is one of them. He shuddered as he pressed his ring finger against the tight pink opening, the pressure finally too much as his finger slip in with the other two, the stretch burning deliciously while he takes a minute to adjust. Kongpob hummed happily as he again lick at the stretched opening, every lap and prod have Arthit twitching crazily as he leaks even more.

Arthit starts to move his fingers before scissoring them, widening them for his lover who sits back again, watching the lewd show put on just for his eyes. Kongpob bite down on his lower lip when Arthit arch his back beautifully as his fingers push and prod at that spot over and over again before finally stilling, fingers not being just enough.

"0062."

That had Kongpob startled, the number usually barked out in a stern voice but now in that hitched out of breath tune as those half lidded eyes meet his.

"Do I need to command you to fuck me?"

Kongpob had never moved faster in his life, fingers thrown aside as he bottomed out in Arthit, both groaning at how fucking right it all feels. He give Arthit a brief reprieve to adjust before starting a punishing rhythm, every slap of balls on butt pushing Arthit deeper into the bed as the older slams right back, loving how deep the other is.

Warm fingers curled around the abandoned cock as Kongpob continued drilling into Arthit, stroking him from root to tip in unison with the pace. Kongpob feels his orgasm rising and Arthit's too as his thighs trembles and he keeps clenching around Kongpob. The junior reaches to clench around the base tightly, preventing the orgasm as he himself reach his peak, shooting into latex condom that he have sheathed earlier, his body jerking against his lover.

"0062!!"

Arthit trashed and cursed at Kongpob for denying him the long sought after orgasm when Kongpob flipped him over, his eyes glinting with unshed tears of frustration glaring at the younger male. Before he can smack Kongpob, the younger lean down and swallow him halfway, his tip bumping into the roof of Kongpob's mouth before Kongpob pull back, leaving just the tip between his pursed lips. Busy tongue circled around the foreskin as he suckled on the length, not unlike a lollipop before starting to bob down on the length, his hand stroking where his mouth did not cover, driving Arthit to the edge.

"P'Arthit.."

He stills completely when Arthit did not answer him, a proof that obviously multitasking is out of the picture for the older.

"Kongpob.... stop teasing me.." he grumbles, glaring at his increasingly annoying lover.

"Command me." Arthit groans as he whispers those words, still bashful after all this while.

"Make me come." The older's face flushed red, the color spreading across the neckline as well making Kongpob smile before doing as commanded by his love.