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It was supposed to be just another normal day for Pond. Running errands for his mom, stopping by Phuwin’s place, gaming for hours like they always did, it was routine, comfortable, familiar.
At least, it was until Pond noticed how damp Phuwin’s shirt had become.
“Phuwin?” Pond asked casually during a break, his gaze narrowing as he spotted the spreading wetness across Phuwin’s chest. He chuckled, teasing, “Am I seeing things, or did you start sweating only in your chest area?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Phuwin’s reaction made Pond freeze. Instead of laughing it off, Phuwin flinched, his hands flew up to cover his chest, his laugh nervous and too quick, too embarrassed.
Pond’s smile faded. That wasn’t normal.
“Is everything okay, Phuwin?” Pond asked again, this time more serious.
“Yeah, yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be fine?” Phuwin’s voice pitched high, the kind of tone he used when he was caught lying.
“Phuwin.” Pond’s tone was firmer this time, his best friend’s name carrying weight, making it impossible to dodge.
Phuwin froze, knowing he couldn’t bluff his way out. Slowly, he turned toward Pond and, with a shaky breath, pulled his shirt off.
Pond’s brows furrowed as his eyes fell on Phuwin’s chest. It wasn’t overly large, he didn’t suddenly have breasts, but his pecs were undeniably fuller, softer around the edges in a way Pond had never seen before. His nipples were the biggest giveaway: swollen, a little darker, firm and sensitive-looking, the kind of hard peaks that screamed of over-stimulation. They weren’t huge nubs, but they were just engorged enough to look needy.
And then Pond saw it, a glistening bead of white liquid welling up at one nipple, trembling before it finally rolled down the curve of Phuwin’s chest and trailed lower, slipping down his stomach.
Pond forgot how to breathe.
Phuwin scrambled, grabbing a towel in a panic to cover his chest, pressing it against himself as if he could stop the leaking. Pond just sat there on the couch, dumbfounded, his eyes wide, waiting, needing, for Phuwin to say something.
Finally, realizing Pond wasn’t going to let this slide, Phuwin swallowed hard and began to explain.
“You remember Ying? My senior from school?”
Pond blinked, dragging his eyes up from the towel to Phuwin’s flushed face. He nodded. Of course he remembered Ying.
“She’s a scientist now, works with medicines, experiments, curing diseases,” Phuwin rambled, stalling as if buying time. Pond nodded again, but he knew Phuwin was circling.
Phuwin cleared his throat. “Basically… I was at her place. I wasn’t feeling too great, I thought maybe I’d caught something from the rain. I saw some medicine in her cabinet that looked exactly like fever meds, so I…” He trailed off.
Pond cut in, brows raised. “I’m guessing it wasn’t fever meds, was it?”
Phuwin winced, then shook his head. “…It was one of her experiments. Lactation meds. For women.” He lowered his gaze, voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t ready for release, still in testing. And I… took it by mistake.”
For a moment, Pond just stared, trying to process. But the more he looked at Phuwin’s flushed cheeks, the towel pressed desperately against his chest, the memory of that single drop of milk rolling down, Pond became acutely aware of the pressure swelling in his jeans. Heat rushed to his cock, and he shifted subtly, grabbing a throw pillow and placing it over his lap to hide the growing bulge.
“I didn’t tell her,” Phuwin continued quickly, nervous and ashamed. “I only realized what it was when she explained her project to me later. I made some excuse and left. And then… two days later…” He gestured helplessly to his chest. “…This started.”
His voice faltered.
Pond’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, trying to force his eyes away from the towel, away from the thought of what lay under it, heavy, swollen, leaking. He reached out instead, his hand brushing against Phuwin’s, deliberately gentle.
The towel slipped, falling just enough for Pond to catch another glimpse of flushed skin and the faintest sheen of wetness.
“Does anyone else know?” Pond asked softly, his thumb stroking over Phuwin’s knuckles.
Phuwin’s answer was immediate. “No.”
Something about that made Pond’s pulse race harder. No one else knew. Only him. Phuwin trusted him enough to confess something this raw, this intimate.
Pond’s lips curled into a smile he tried to hide, but it still lingered in his voice as he said, “Phuwin, it’s okay. I’m right here if you need me. I’ll… help you with anything.”
The words sounded innocent, but the weight behind them dripped with filth.
He knew it. Phuwin knew it too. Pond saw the subtle tremor in his friend’s body at his words, the way Phuwin’s lashes fluttered before he pulled Pond into a sudden, desperate hug.
God… Pond thought, inhaling the warmth and scent of him, feeling his cock twitch against the pillow. He needed to confess before he did something reckless. Something stupid. Something inevitable.
That night ended with Pond in his condo, fist tight around his cock, jerking off to a picture of Phuwin like a desperate man. He hated how easily he came just imagining the way Phuwin’s chest had looked, taut nipples, swollen, leaking. But even after release, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
And two weeks later, he still hadn’t stopped.
Pond was sprawled on his sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through yet another article on over-lactation. He wasn’t even sure if that was Phuwin’s case, but ever since the reveal, he’d been researching obsessively. He didn’t know what exactly he was hoping to find, only that he wanted to help Phuwin, to do something, anything, for him.
He clicked on another link, his eyes scanning words he barely processed, when the front door burst open.
“Phuwin?” Pond sat up straight, startled.
His best friend came rushing in, teary-eyed and flushed, chest heaving under his shirt. Before Pond could even stand, Phuwin straddled him, climbing into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Pond’s phone slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor unnoticed as his breath caught.
Up close, Pond finally saw him properly and his heart clenched. Phuwin’s cheeks were wet with tears, his chest damp beneath the fabric, the faint smell of milk seeping into the air. It made Pond dizzy.
“Phuwin?” Pond’s voice came out smaller, weaker than he intended.
“Pond-” Phuwin’s voice broke as another tear slipped down his cheek. “I can’t… it hurts.” He pressed his chest against Pond’s face, as if to prove his words, as if to beg for help.
Pond’s brain short-circuited. His hands went instinctively to Phuwin’s hips, grounding them both even as his cock twitched beneath his sweatpants. “What happened?”
“It won’t stop.” Phuwin’s voice trembled. “It just keeps coming out. Please… I can’t take it anymore. I can’t go to anyone else. You’re the only one I trust with this.”
Pond swallowed hard, forcing himself not to moan at how fucking cute Phuwin looked with his tear-streaked face and needy little whimpers. His heart twisted, but his cock pulsed. “I should get you a pump, we can-”
“Please, Pond.” Phuwin’s whisper cut him off, desperate, raw. “Just your mouth. Please.”
The words slammed into Pond like lightning. His grip on Phuwin’s hips tightened until his knuckles whitened. He growled, low and dangerous, “You have no idea what you’re asking me for.”
“I don’t care. I just need you.” Phuwin’s tears dripped onto Pond’s skin as he pressed closer. “I need relief. I need you.”
“You’re begging me to suck your milk out,” Pond rasped, eyes narrowing. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?”
“I don’t care what you use, your mouth, your hands- I just need it gone.” Phuwin’s voice cracked into a whimper, his body trembling on Pond’s lap.
That was it. Pond snapped.
“Fuck it.” His voice was a guttural growl. “If you want me that bad… don’t blame me when I don’t stop.”
In one brutal motion, Pond grabbed Phuwin’s shirt and tore it open, the fabric ripping down the middle. His mouth latched onto a swollen nipple like he was starved, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, sucking until the first burst of warm milk spilled against his tongue.
“Ah-!” Phuwin jerked, arching against him, hands scrambling to brace against the sofa’s headrest. His thighs clenched around Pond’s hips as he gasped for breath.
Pond groaned around the stiff nub, sucking harder, greedier. Milk flowed directly into his mouth, warm and sweet, and he swallowed it down like it was the most natural thing in the world. His free hand rose to pinch and roll Phuwin’s other nipple, tugging until the swollen bud leaked, spraying over his fingers.
“P-Pond-!” Phuwin’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in helpless gasps. The pain that had been tormenting him only moments before melted into waves of overwhelming pleasure, every nerve ending sparking with relief.
His hips rolled forward unconsciously, grinding down against Pond’s growing erection, his moans breaking past his bitten lips. Pond watched through hooded eyes, mesmerized, as milk dribbled down his hand and Phuwin’s chest, messy and obscene.
And he couldn’t stop.
It was all too much for both of them.
Phuwin’s body trembled in Pond’s hold, every shallow breath breaking into ragged whimpers that carved straight into Pond’s chest. Each movement grew more frantic, more desperate, his hips rutting down against Pond’s throbbing bulge like instinct had taken over, messy and unrestrained, like Pond was the only thing keeping him alive.
“P-Pond- please, it hurts,” Phuwin gasped, fingers tangling in Pond’s hair and tugging him closer. His chest pressed hot and damp against Pond’s face, the faint sweetness of milk heavy in the air, intoxicating.
Pond’s sanity frayed with every second, but his body moved on its own. One hand clutched Phuwin’s hip to steady him, grounding him. The other slipped lower, tugging at the waistband of Phuwin’s pants until he could slip inside. His palm wrapped around Phuwin’s cock, thick, hot, already leaking, and Phuwin keened, bucking helplessly into his fist.
“Fuck… you’re dripping already,” Pond muttered against his chest before sealing his lips around a swollen nipple again. He sucked harder this time, greedy and relentless, and was rewarded with a gush of warm liquid flooding his mouth.
Phuwin choked on a moan, his back arching, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
“Pond- ahh-don’t stop, don’t stop-” His voice broke into sobs of sheer relief, his chest heaving as milk spilled faster, soaking Pond’s lips, dripping down his chin. His nails dug into Pond’s shoulders, raking sharp lines down his skin as if clinging to reality.
Pond groaned against him, drunk on the taste. He switched from one nipple to the other, sucking until his jaw ached, until Phuwin was trembling so violently his knees buckled. Pond caught him easily, guiding him down onto the couch without ever letting go of him.
His hand on Phuwin’s cock moved faster, twisting, pumping, stroking him through the mess of precum slicking his palm. “You’re leaking everywhere,” Pond whispered, biting gently at the swollen bud of his nipple, tongue flicking over it mercilessly. “So sensitive… you love this, don’t you?”
Phuwin’s head fell back against the cushions, his mouth open, throat raw with broken cries. His chest arched into Pond’s mouth like an offering, his hips jerking helplessly into Pond’s fist.
“Say it.” Pond’s voice was low, commanding, laced with hunger. He nipped at the hard peak, making Phuwin jolt, another spurt of milk hitting his tongue. “Tell me you love it. Tell me how good it feels.”
“I-ahh-fuck, Pond-I love it- I love it, I can’t-” Phuwin’s words dissolved into a desperate wail as his body gave out, spilling hot and messy into Pond’s hand. His cock twitched violently, cum striping Pond’s fist and his own stomach, while his chest leaked freely, Pond’s mouth latching on and swallowing like a man starved.
Even as Phuwin shook, sobbing from the intensity, Pond didn’t stop. His hand slowed but kept milking every last drop from his cock, while his mouth suckled greedily, gentler now but still consuming, until Phuwin whimpered and pushed weakly at his head.
“P-Pond- enough, I- please- ”
Pond finally pulled back, lips wet and glistening, his eyes blown wide with hunger. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Phuwin’s damp chest, tasting the sweetness that still clung to his skin, before looking up at him.
“You taste too good to stop.”
Pond finally released Phuwin completely, pulling back only long enough to strip off his shirt. He leaned over Phuwin, caging him in, forcing him to meet his eyes.
“It’s only fair that I get to have a go too… right?” Pond’s voice was low, steady, but his eyes burned with hunger.
His hands gripped Phuwin’s hips, lifting him just enough to peel away his pants, tossing them aside before doing the same with his own. The moment Pond’s bare skin brushed Phuwin’s, the heat between them spiked. Even without being touched, Phuwin’s cock hardened again within minutes, every graze of Pond’s rough palms against his body was enough to send sparks racing down his spine.
It wasn’t the first time Phuwin had seen Pond naked, there had been glimpses before. Changing clothes, slipping into shorts, the constant betrayals of sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. But this was the first time he got to really see him. All of him.
And fuck, Pond was huge.
Phuwin had known he was big, he’d felt the thick outline through sweatpants, brushed against it accidentally in a dozen little moments that had haunted him for years. But seeing it bare was something else entirely. Pond’s cock was long and thick, a heavy curve that made it look carved for the deepest spots inside him. The flushed head glistened with precum, swollen and angry red, contrasting with the darker tone of his shaft. Veins pulsed along the length, making Phuwin’s mouth dry and his hole clench with want.
Phuwin stared openly, unable to hide it, and Pond only grinned wider. Smug. Enjoying every ounce of Phuwin’s shameless ogling.
The need to bury himself in Phuwin was eating Pond alive, but he still held back. Because as much as he wanted to just take, he wanted Phuwin begging more. He wanted the same desperation Phuwin had shown when he’d burst into his condo, crying and begging to be milked.
And right now, with Phuwin spread open under him, flushed, leaking, trembling, he looked perfect.
His face was flushed, streaked with tears and drool, his lips swollen from crying and biting. His chest was red and puffy, nipples still beaded with drops of white liquid that refused to stop leaking, though at least the pain seemed gone now. His cock twitched helplessly, hard again, his legs already spreading in anticipation.
Phuwin was ethereal. Fucked-out and begging to be ruined.
Pond’s patience snapped.
He hauled Phuwin into his lap, making him straddle his thighs. Their cocks brushed together, smearing precum, and Pond guided Phuwin’s hands down between them.
“Hold it,” he ordered, watching intently.
Phuwin obeyed without thinking, wrapping both cocks in his smaller hands, stroking them together. Pond hissed at the sudden warmth, his hips twitching up into the touch.
“Eyes on me,” Pond growled, tilting Phuwin’s chin up until their gazes locked. He dipped his head lower, his tongue flicking over one leaking nipple while never breaking eye contact.
Phuwin shuddered violently, his grip on their cocks tightening instinctively.
“P-Pond, I- ” Phuwin’s voice cracked, but before he could finish, Pond yanked him down into a kiss. Their first kiss, messy, deep, desperate.
Phuwin’s thoughts scattered. He wanted to be mad, to scold Pond for stealing their first kiss in the middle of this chaos, but the second Pond’s tongue invaded his mouth, dominance laced into every push and slide, all he could do was fight back weakly, moaning into the heat.
Pond broke away only when they were both breathless. He rested his forehead on Phuwin’s shoulder, his eyes drifting down to Phuwin’s chest from that angle. His nipples were puffy and raw, leaking again, and that sight finally snapped the last thread of restraint inside him.
“Phuwin.” His voice was gravel rough, barely human. “You used me as your pump. It’s only fair I use you as my cocksleeve, right?”
Phuwin’s entire body shuddered at the words, but no sound came.
Pond smirked, his hands sliding lower to grope Phuwin’s ass, kneading the flesh, pulling him tighter against his cock. He leaned up, whispering against Phuwin’s swollen lips, “I helped your aching tits, didn’t I? It’s only fair you help my aching cock.”
Phuwin whimpered, his whole body arching, lips parting to kiss him, but Pond pulled back with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Words, Phuwin,” he teased, voice sharp with command. “I want words.”
Tears welled in Phuwin’s eyes again. The way Pond controlled him, the way he teased and dangled relief just out of reach, it was unbearable. He wanted to cry, to scream, to beg.
His lips trembled as he looked at Pond, eyes wet and shining with desperation. Finally, with a broken whimper, he opened his mouth.
“Please, Pond. We’ve both held back long enough. Don’t… don’t make me say it.”
He leaned in, trying for another kiss, only for Pond to tilt away again, merciless.
“Beg, baby,” Pond rasped, and the nickname broke something in Phuwin. His body melted at the sound, going pliant, needy, his resolve collapsing like wet paper. Heat coiled in his gut, shame mixing with raw desire, and before he realized it, words were tumbling from his mouth like a bitch in heat.
“Please, Pond… use me. Use me like your toy- your cocksleeve, your fleshlight- fuck me until I’m nothing but your personal cumslut. I’ll be your slave, your hole, your everything. Just- please- fill me up, ruin me, make me yours.”
Phuwin’s voice was wrecked, trembling and broken, his tears streaking hot down his cheeks as his hands continued pumping both their cocks together. He barely had time to breathe before Pond rewarded him with the kiss he’d been desperate for. Pond’s mouth crashed against his, tongue invading, forcing its way deep, and Phuwin whimpered into it, sucking on Pond’s tongue greedily, like even that could satisfy the ache clawing at him.
Pond’s hands were heavy on his ass, kneading and spreading him open as though he owned every inch. Phuwin pumped harder, moaning into Pond’s mouth, until Pond pulled back just enough to steal the air from him. Phuwin chased his lips, desperate, only to be stopped by Pond’s hand fisting in his hair.
“Look at me, baby.” The command landed like a punch to his chest.
Phuwin froze, then obeyed, eyes glassy and wide as he looked straight at Pond.
“Be a good boy and do as I say, hmm?” Pond’s voice was velvet-coated steel, gentle but dripping with dominance.
Phuwin nodded frantically, too far gone to resist, though the movement looked fragile, like even his neck might give out under the weight of his submission.
“Don’t stop with your hands.” Pond covered Phuwin’s trembling hands with his own, guiding the rhythm, jerking them both off until Pond hissed at the slick, hot friction.
“Don’t look away.”
Pond bent his head to Phuwin’s chest, lips wrapping around a swollen, leaking nipple. He looked up, eyes dark and piercing, to make sure Phuwin was still obeying before sliding his free hand up, fingers brushing Phuwin’s lips.
“Open.”
Phuwin parted his lips instantly, tongue lolling, and Pond shoved four fingers inside at once. Phuwin gagged at the intrusion, eyes fluttering, but Pond’s next command anchored him.
“Suck.”
And he did. He wrapped his lips around Pond’s fingers, sucking desperately, gag reflex fighting, spit pooling and dripping down his chin. He hollowed his cheeks, coating each finger thoroughly, whimpering around them like a slut trained to obey.
At the same time, Pond bit down lightly on his nipple, tongue circling the abused bud, making Phuwin’s entire body quake. Milk flooded his mouth in spurts, warm and sweet, and Pond groaned low in his throat as he swallowed greedily.
When Pond pulled back, his lips glistened, his fingers leaving Phuwin’s mouth with a wet pop. He pried Phuwin’s jaw open again, held it wide, and spat the mouthful of milk and saliva straight into his throat.
Phuwin swallowed reflexively, eyes rolling back, moaning as the taste of himself coated his tongue and slid down his throat.
“Good boy,” Pond praised, before diving back to his chest, sucking more, greedy and relentless.
Phuwin could only whine and gasp, his chest tingling, his cock twitching violently in his fist. Then his breath stuttered when he felt Pond’s hand spreading his ass, exposing him. A single finger hovered over his entrance, teasing, circling, before pressing in.
Pond paused immediately, surprise flickering across his face at how easily his finger slid in.
Phuwin’s face burned. He wanted to bury himself in the cushions, hide behind his hands, anything to keep Pond from realizing why he was already stretched and loose. But Pond’s earlier words echoed in his head, Don’t look away. Don’t hide from me.
So instead, Phuwin bit down on his swollen lower lip, forced himself to meet Pond’s eyes, even as tears gathered in them again. His gaze was half-plea, half-confession, and Pond understood.
A slow, dangerous grin tugged at Pond’s lips.
“You’ve been keeping yourself busy, huh, baby?”
Phuwin whimpered, his walls fluttering around Pond’s finger, shame and arousal tangling until he thought he might burst.
“It’s your fault,” Phuwin managed between ragged breaths, every nerve ending on fire from Pond’s relentless attention. His voice tried to sound bratty, unaffected, but the act shattered into a string of needy whimpers the moment Pond added two more fingers alongside the first. His back arched, body trembling.
“Why would you even send a photo of you after the shower like that?” Phuwin gasped, trying to cling to his façade, but his words dissolved into moans as Pond’s fingers thrust deeper.
“So you did exactly what I wanted you to do,” Pond chuckled, curling his fingers inside Phuwin. The way his hole clenched around him was all the answer he needed.
Phuwin’s hand slowed its movements on their cocks, his thumb teasing Pond’s slit. “W-what did you want me to do?” he asked breathlessly, watching how Pond hissed from the touch.
Pond drove his fingers faster, fucking Phuwin’s hole with deliberate, brutal rhythm. His lips brushed over a swollen nipple, sucking until Phuwin nearly screamed. “What did you do, hm? Can you tell me, baby? I want to hear you say it.”
Phuwin’s head dropped back, overwhelmed by the teasing, the heat, the way Pond refused to let him come undone without confessing everything. Suddenly Pond stilled, leaving him clenching around unmoving fingers.
“Eyes on me.” Pond’s fist tangled in Phuwin’s hair, jerking his head forward until their gazes locked. Phuwin’s chest heaved, tears threatening to spill.
“Words.”
Pond latched back onto his chest, biting down hard on a nipple, while Phuwin fought to form a coherent answer.
“I- ah- I played with myself,” Phuwin confessed, his voice breaking, his body quaking with relief when Pond’s fingers resumed their relentless thrusting.
“And?” Pond pressed, lips wet and glistening against Phuwin’s swollen nub.
Phuwin whimpered, thighs shaking as he struggled not to break completely. “…I used a toy.”
That made Pond freeze. He pulled back just enough to meet Phuwin’s glassy eyes, his smirk sharp and cruel. “A toy?” His fingers curled viciously inside him, making Phuwin cry out. “You mean to tell me you went out and bought something because you couldn’t stop thinking about me?”
Phuwin’s cheeks burned red, his bratty mask disintegrating. “I thought it was your size,” he admitted in a rush, “but it wasn’t- it was smaller. Too small.”
Pond laughed darkly, his teeth dragging over Phuwin’s jaw. “So while you were fucking yourself with that pathetic little thing, all you could think about was how much bigger I am, hm?”
“Y-yes,” Phuwin moaned, his body shuddering.
“Tell me how you used it,” Pond demanded, his tone dangerously soft, his dominance pressing down like a weight. “Did you spread yourself open while looking at my picture? Pretend it was me splitting you apart?”
Phuwin’s head fell back, humiliation and arousal twisting into one unbearable ache. “Every time you sent a photo, I… I used it until I came,” he admitted, his voice cracking like he was confessing a sin. “But it never- it never felt enough.”
A low, guttural growl ripped from Pond’s throat, his cock twitching hard against Phuwin’s stomach. “Good boy. You trained yourself for me without even realizing it.”
Pond pulled his fingers free from Phuwin’s slick, desperate hole, earning a high, broken whine of protest. His other hand stopped Phuwin’s shaky strokes on their cocks, pinning his wrist down. They were both trembling, teetering on the edge, but Pond refused to let either of them fall until he was buried inside.
With terrifying ease, Pond lifted Phuwin, manhandling him like nothing more than a toy. He positioned him above his cock, Phuwin’s hole fluttering and leaking around nothing, then dragged him down in one brutal motion.
Pond’s entire length speared into him, thick and unrelenting, forcing its way into every trembling inch.
Phuwin screamed at the intrusion, his nails digging into Pond’s shoulders as his eyes rolled back. His body convulsed, choking around the stretch, his hole struggling to accommodate the sheer girth. Pond filled him completely, bottoming out so deep it felt like he was tearing Phuwin open from the inside.
The burn, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, it was too much, and yet not nearly enough.
Pond held him there, buried to the hilt, groaning at the vice-like grip around his cock. His smirk returned as he looked at Phuwin’s ruined expression, his mouth slack, drool trailing down his chin.
“You feel that, baby?” Pond rasped, voice rough, almost unrecognizable. “That’s what you were waiting for. That’s what no toy could ever give you. You’re nothing but my cocksleeve now.”
Phuwin sobbed, clutching him tighter, his body trembling violently around the impossible stretch. “Y-yes-fuck-yes, Pond-yours-”
Phuwin’s hips moved on their own, lifting himself shakily before dropping down with a wet slap, riding Pond with a desperate vigor. His body betrayed him completely, every bounce milking Pond’s cock deeper into him. The sudden rush of adrenaline triggered a fresh gush from his chest, spurts of milk spraying from his nipples, soaking both of them in sticky heat.
Pond smirked, feral, before latching onto one of the swollen nubs, sucking greedily until Phuwin cried out. His body stilled, too overwhelmed to keep bouncing, and instead ground down helplessly on Pond’s cock, his walls clenching hard around the thick intrusion.
“Don’t stop now, baby,” Pond growled against his chest, teeth scraping. His free hand seized Phuwin’s hips, forcing him to rise and drop again, bouncing him roughly in time with his thrusts. “You’re gonna take this cock the way I want you to.”
Phuwin’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as Pond hypnotized him with the brutal rhythm, every stroke splitting him apart. The pleasure was so raw it burned.
The need between them had been festering for too long, and now that it snapped, it swallowed them whole. Pond switched from one leaking nipple to the other, drinking until Phuwin was trembling and weak, before finally pulling away with a low growl.
“I need to fuck you properly,” Pond rasped, dragging him off his lap and throwing him onto the sofa. He crashed his mouth against Phuwin’s, kissing him like a starving man. Phuwin moaned into it, barely registering Pond’s fingers sliding back into his gaping hole, stretching him further like his cock hadn’t just split him open moments before.
“P-Pond- ahh- ” Phuwin’s whimper was cut off by Pond’s tongue forcing into his mouth, swallowing the sound whole. He fucked him with his fingers mercilessly before yanking them out and replacing them with the thick, aching length of his cock.
Pond shoved in to the hilt with one brutal thrust, his hand locking Phuwin’s wrists above his head while the other gripped his hips, using him like a toy. The sofa creaked under the force of it.
“Fuck, so tight- so good,” Pond groaned, his voice low and wrecked as he pounded into him. “Look at you… stretched out on my cock like you were made for it. That’s all you are, huh? My little cocksleeve. My perfect hole.”
Phuwin sobbed, his voice breaking as his body convulsed under Pond’s use. The words only made his walls clench tighter, milking Pond greedily.
Pond leaned down, nipping his ear before whispering, “I’m your personal milking machine, baby. And you’re doing so damn good as my slutty little sleeve. You like being used like this, don’t you?”
A broken moan spilled from Phuwin’s throat, his only answer.
“Pathetic,” Pond hissed, fucking him harder. “Can’t even talk. Just lying here and letting me ruin you. You love it though, don’t you? You fucking love how big I am.”
Phuwin whimpered, his body shaking with each brutal thrust.
“That tiny little toy could never reach this deep,” Pond taunted, slamming in harder, his cock bottoming out so far it made Phuwin scream. “Only I can. Only I can split you open like this.”
He lifted Phuwin again with terrifying ease, forcing him to straddle and ride. Phuwin, already wrecked, grabbed onto Pond’s thighs for leverage, arching his back as he bounced desperately on Pond’s cock. His own erection bobbed helplessly with each movement, leaking down his stomach.
Pond smirked at the sight, one hand snapping up to pinch his puffy nipples hard. Milk sprayed, splattering both their chests and the sofa, Phuwin crying out in overstimulation.
“Fuck, you’re messy,” Pond groaned, twisting his nubs between his fingers until Phuwin sobbed. “Spraying like a bitch in heat, bouncing on my cock like it’s the only thing that matters. You love being my little cumslut, don’t you?”
Phuwin’s body jerked violently, his cries breaking into incoherent sounds as Pond’s words battered him with as much force as the cock rearranging his insides.
“Say it,” Pond snarled, rutting up into him so hard the slap of skin echoed through the condo. “Say you’re my cumdump. My sleeve. My fucking toy.”
Phuwin came the moment Pond rutted up into him, his entire body jerking as his release sprayed between their stomachs in messy spurts. His voice cracked into broken moans, throat raw from the constant screaming, while his body convulsed around Pond’s cock.
Pond groaned at the sight, his eyes glued to the way Phuwin trembled and milked him so perfectly. Instead of slowing down, he took complete control, pounding into Phuwin through his orgasm, prolonging it until Phuwin was nearly sobbing from overstimulation. Pond latched his mouth onto one leaking nipple again, sucking desperately like he couldn’t get enough of the taste.
“Pond- ahh, I can’t- ” Phuwin gasped, but his words dissolved when Pond drove himself to the very hilt, holding him down and finally spilling inside.
Phuwin’s eyes went wide, his body freezing as thick heat shot into him in heavy waves. His stomach seemed to swell further with each gush, the obscene fullness making his dazed mind flicker to dangerous thoughts, how round he would look carrying Pond’s child, how heavy he’d be with Pond’s cum settling inside. His hole clenched around the length still twitching inside him, unwilling to let a single drop go.
Pond moaned gutturally against Phuwin’s ear, his voice deep and animalistic, vibrating through Phuwin’s bones. His hand fisted in Phuwin’s hair, the other gripping his waist bruisingly tight as he emptied himself fully. Even as his cock began to soften, he stayed buried inside, thick and stretching, still plugging Phuwin like it was his natural place.
Phuwin’s chest heaved, his voice hoarse when he whispered, “Pond…”
Pond was still twitching, still dribbling more cum inside, his body refusing to stop. But when Phuwin felt that iron grip on his waist tighten even more, he knew it was all good, Pond was here, Pond was his.
“Thank you…” Pond rasped, lifting his head just enough to look into Phuwin’s dazed face. “Thank you for choosing to come here.” His eyes softened, contrasting the wreckage of their bodies.
Phuwin managed a small, exhausted smile. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Pond’s damp lashes, then another to his swollen lips. “There’s nowhere else I’d want to go,” he whispered, the words breaking into a shaky moan as Pond immediately kissed him again, swallowing everything he tried to say.
“I love you,” Phuwin confessed into the kiss, needy and sincere.
Pond smirked against his lips, his voice rough but playful. “You better love me. I’m basically your personal milking machine now.”
Phuwin let out a weak laugh before punching Pond’s chest lightly, pouting despite the small smile tugging at his lips. “Say it back, idiot.”
Pond sighed, holding him closer, his forehead pressed to Phuwin’s. “I love you more, Phuwin. My only one. I love you so much, baby.”
And there it was, the words Phuwin needed, the words that wrapped around him tighter than any orgasm could.
Still, at the back of his foggy mind, he thought of Ying. He probably should meet her again, ask her about this… problem, this ridiculous lactation that left him a trembling mess in Pond’s hands.
But deep down, Phuwin knew that if he ever brought it up, it wouldn’t really be about this problem.