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The first time it happened, Wai could swear it was on accident.
It was a random Monday in the middle of scorching August, the kind of hot which leaves even the prudest of boys determined to keep their uniform shirts two buttons loose.
Wai had just finished his shared engineering-architecture afternoon class and was on an idle stroll around the backside of the campus most students chose not to wander around. It was a great excuse to get fresh air from the weariness of having reached the end of term, exams around the corner meaning twice the number of assignments a sane man could handle. Moreover, more than Wai would like to admit, for a person with the most aggressive physical reputation in his freshman year, Wai did like some peace now and then (especially from the rest of his very chaotic and loud friends, yes Korn included). So it was the perfect place to find his inner meaning temporarily. The back alley which used to be the older side of the campus once. Deserted, lonely, and devoid of any other soul on a good morning.
“Fuck, you take me so well!”
Wai halted mid-air from his next step, freezing at the sudden frustrated whine echoing across the broken fountain memoir to his left.
Having been a regular visitor to this side of the faculty area, it was eerie and unusual to have someone else trespass. Wai was sure most students enrolled in the university hardly even knew the old one still existed. Well, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one needing a little peace of mind today, so he did what was expected of one in situations like these (a possible cockblock? live public indecency? Not one he was familiar with); minding his own business, walking the opposite way to the nearest exit as fast as his feet could carry him.
That’s when he heard it again. This time much better.
“Pat, you take me so good, fuck!”
A whole body shudder passed through Wai. The one which leaves a heart-hammering sensation rising in its wake. This voice…as much Wai would have liked to close his eyes, shake his head and wake up from this horribly disgusting nightmare…he couldn’t deny it. It definitely was-
“Pran, fuck, right there, right there!”
Wai should have run away.
It would have been the most sensible thing to do, because what do you even do when you catch your best friend’s boyfriend openly riding said boyfriend in broad daylight?
Instead, Wai latches himself to the nearest graffitied wall, placing a sudden palm over his mouth to prevent any noise from escaping, as his own cock gave an interested twitch at the sight before him.
Pran was there, usually neat white button down opened all the way across his milky white torso, pudgy chest, and sweaty tummy jiggling with his efforts of pounding into…a very shirtless Pat. Pat’s back is plastered across the rough fence wall, mouth latched onto Pran’s dusky brown nipple as he sucks the dew of skin on skin. Their uniform pants are bunched around their ankles filthily. Wai gulps down a blob of saliva he didn’t know he was holding.
“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you dumb with my fat cock?”, Pran pants, holding a very distraught Pat up by his thighs on the wall, making the taller man bunch and arch profusely on the shorter man’s lap with each movement of hips.
Wai watches on as Pat cries out, full already, clearly unable to fit the entirety of his best friend’s long, long girth, a quarter of it sticking out beneath his ass in effort to go deeper into a space that doesn’t exist.
Wai exhales shakily. He thought of Pran as naive, innocent, usually the type who’d want to be ruined by other men, especially if they were as bulky and attractive as the engineering faculty head. What he didn’t know was his best friend could and willingly would ruin a man twice his size. And that he had a cock bigger than what Wai could ever dream of going in someone.
His thoughts are interrupted by Pran letting out a loud whimper, as he comes down Pat’s bare and red ass in short quick thrusts of his hips, whispering little ‘you did so good babes’; and Wai takes that as a final sign that he should run lest he is noticed and loses his best friend forever.
***********
Facing Pran after the discovery becomes a challenge. A matter of choosing between life and death.
Suddenly he is everywhere, along with his ridiculously clingy boyfriend, and well…Wai never knew he was this constant and incorporated into their lives. But there are far more pressing matters Wai had never known and preferred not to know but now did.
Like Pran being so big he’d swear any and every hole would be insanely pleasured; how Pat sounded and looked like when he came, tan wet abs constricting and shining with a hot sheen of sweat, it was ridiculous how attractive a man could be. Like how even in non-sexual times, like now, Pran had seductive and sultry bedroom eyes, a choco-chip mole right below his eyes Wai would like to know the taste of. Like how plush and nibble-able Pat’s lips were each time they grinned like the dog he was. Like how Pat and Pran always had been so obvious but he had simply missed it right before his eyes. Wandering touches of pinkies, toes, wrists, and elbows. As if a single second without touching each other was a war for eternity.
Wai understood the desperation. If he had boyfriends like either of them, he’d be just as messed up too. The uncalled-for thought makes Wai scrunch in disgust internally. Why the heck was his mind going in uncharted territories? This was his best friend and his very much taken boyfriend after all, what the hell?
“You’re being insanely weird since the past few days, you know?”, Wai averts his gaze from where he was zoning off on Pat’s golden bicep (seriously, does this boy even have clothes apart from sleeveless tank tops?) to Pran’s lips as he spills the question. They’re as cherry coded as ever, the beer he is drinking making it shine with a pink afterglow. Wai was pathetic, really.
“W- what do you mean? What weird?”, Wai scoffs, looking up at his best friend’s eyes.
Pran doesn’t reply back, just stares at him.
Wai holds it back.
Pran is beautiful. His eyes are sharp but soft at the same time, having a glinty edge of knowledge and understanding, of what exactly, Wai can’t make out. Wai’s eyelids flutter down from his rosy cheeks, which often redden when they drink after a hard day; to his lips again, which widen in a subtle smirk Wai has no idea why he’s being punished with.
“Nevermind. It's nothing.”, Pat pushes back into his seat, answering for Pran instead, resting his back against the chair and spreading his legs wider so it touches Pran’s knees beside him. Wai straightens up at the action, shaking his head and gulping down the rest of his drink in tandem. “I have to be somewhere. Here’s the key, lock the bar for me when you both leave, will you?”
Much later after he made a run for it, when the early hours of the night and his drunken daze has sobered down into mellow midnight, Wai lies naked on his single bed, with coats of semen staining his body and restlessness in his heart from the events of the recent two weeks. He’s been feeling guilty of course, but guilt isn’t enough to stop mortals from sinning more, is it?
Wai sighs into the darkness of his room, sleep stirring beneath his veins after probably the seventh time he’s milked himself dry to thoughts of Pat having sex, Pran having sex, Pat and Pran having sex, or much better: Pat, Pran, and himself having sex.
As his bedside clock looms a neon ‘3:12 AM’, Wai wonders if the eighth time is the charm to stop, although he’s been telling himself that since the first. And when sleep runs faster this his low-lying guilt, he dozes off in hopes of a better tomorrow where he doesn’t have to deal with sudden unannounced boners each time he sees his ridiculously attractive best friend and his even more ridiculously attractive boyfriend. And that whatever the fuck was wrong with him, Pran wouldn’t notice.
***********
He was sure the universe was being an extra asshole to him this month.
Wai understood well, that the older campus ruins near the back alley wasn’t a private space exactly, easily accessible by others where they could choose freely what they were about to do (both decent and indecent stuff, blame freedom of expression for this fuckery). Wai understood extremely well that even the nicest, quote ‘purest’ ones needed a break from all that exam tension. And that probably if he was Pran, he’d choose the exact same space to relieve his little baby now and then too. But this? This Wai could never understand.
They were at it again. And this time, instead of eloping and fucking each other like little rabbits off-campus (or off the new campus at least), Pat and Pran had the audacity to go for each other’s throats in the middle of the architecture private library. At freaking 3 in the afternoon, peak time for discovery.
Wai slams his eyes shut immediately when he sees Pat’s bobbing head through the bookshelf gaps where he was looking for a book needed for his thesis; and immediately scoots down to the floor, back towards the books to avoid the scene unfurling right behind. However, despite his visual sense being deprived, it doesn’t help much that Pat is unbelievably loud.
“Mmfhgh”, Pat slurps coherently, pleasantly choked around something that Wai could bet wasn’t anything else than Pran’s long dick again. Wai tries, to get his mind off his imagination. But his eyes are closed, his cock clearly pumping in interest in his trousers, and Wai curses beneath his breath. He can’t believe he’d stoop down this low, but he’s nothing but a man.
Wai practically crawls to the end of the alley, amidst which he leisurely ends up slamming his head on the last shelf. When he’s reached the counter to turn to the next genre, he peeks out slightly so that he has a clear vision of his best friend and his very obedient boyfriend, but also not as much that he’d be noticeable.
Pat is dying, is what Wai notices first. From pleasure or pain, he can’t tell. Pran has his jeans on, the fly down and his cock and balls out. He holds the base of his girth with one hand, while the other palm rests on Pat’s nape, bringing him in towards his body with each thrust. Wai mumbles a quick apology to the gods above and shuffles his own hands in his boxers beneath his uniform pants.
Big, shiny dollops of tears cascade down Pat’s flushed cheekbones, his lips stretched loosely around Pran’s girth as he wipes his broad tongue over the red cockhead and slobbers on messily. “You can do it, Pat, just a little more, fuck.”, Pran ruffles the hair on Pat’s neck, goading him on to take him in fully. Wai opens his own mouth more as an unconscious move as if he was the one taking that fat length down his throat at the moment.
Pat nods in reply, shamelessly gripping his boyfriend by the back of his thighs, and taking him more bit by bit despite choking and coughing every few seconds. By now, both Pran and Wai are thrusting in full tandem; Pran, in Pat’s wet and slick mouth while Wai trusts his calloused hands to do the deed. Pat, in a final move, pulls Pran aggressively towards his face, lodging his nose in his dusky and coiled pubic hair and inhaling deep while simultaneously gulping with Pran still in his throat and that is enough to send Pran toppling over with a slow groan.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy, babe.”, his best friend praises Pat wantonly, coming down from his high, and that is enough for Wai to quietly spill in his hands as well.
Wai dejectedly wipes his hands on his red university jacket after he’s taken it off and bunched it in his hands to throw in the washer with guilt. From the distance still, he sees Pran pull Pat up by his armpits to kiss him filthily. As a punishment for his sin, guilt, but most importantly to his almost nonexistent refractory period, Wai gasps when he makes out that Pat hasn’t really swallowed Pran’s load, but is exchanging the taste of the liquid with Pran himself. A little bit of it rolls down Pat’s chin and disappears inside his navy uniform shirt collar.
Wai groans, his spent cock chubbing up again. He needs to get out of here before his legs turn into jelly due to coming too much on university faculty grounds. He hisses, slowly crouching down to the crawling position he arrived here earlier in, getting prepared to make a run for it and that’s when he notices.
Pat and Pran are not kissing anymore. But they’re still standing the same, embracing each other like they were, except….they’re not looking at each other but at him. Wai. On his fours on the library floor. Their best friend. Who just came himself to seeing them have oral sex.
Wai’s eyes widen, and he instantly scrambles to his feet and wooshes past them, bolting towards the library doors with his bunched-up red and now white-streaked coat in hand. He spares one final look at them before making his exit, and all he can make out in those brief 3 seconds is Pat smirking directly at him, Pran’s come still coating his ridiculously sexy face translucent-white.
***********
If Wai was avoiding Pat and Pran before what happened at the library, he was straight up, blatantly ignoring their existence right now.
It was pure coincidence and luck that both the engineering and architecture semester exams were exactly 4 weeks from now. Which meant that Wai could avoid hanging out around his friend group all the time with the excuse of studying hard, which fortunately or unfortunately guaranteed him some distance from Pran. Most of the time, he skipped revision classes, opting to study in the privacy of his own dorm with the online resources his professor had uploaded for sick students who missed classes. He was sick alright, sick of all the guilt and vomit that threatened to spill out each time he saw Pran. The rest of the times, when he was occasionally dragged into the campus by Louis or Safe, Wai chose absurd timings to enter and leave the faculty, like visiting the cafe at 11 pm, long after dinner hours, or picking up his guidebooks from the library (an unholy place now) around 5 am, too early for the nearest bird to be awake too. He temporarily gave up his job at the bar too, giving the excuse of exams to the owner. Wai was content this way. He wouldn’t see his friends at the bar. He wasn’t lying to them either, since he was technically visiting the campus. He wasn’t seeing Pran, and without Pran around, he wasn’t seeing Pat too, so although he was guilty to the brim, he wasn’t overflowing to the point of actually calling in sick right before the exams.
His friends gave him the space, unusually. Wai prayed Pran didn’t tell them of his deed. And he prayed that they really misjudged the entire truth by assuming Wai was indeed studying extra hard to bring his grades up this term, although he’d never been the overly studious type.
Within two weeks of his new monotonous routine which felt more like he’d taken up a course of dharma as a saint due to all this social distancing, Wai realizes he shouldn’t have prayed that his friends thought he’d be overworking himself. Because knowing his friends, the brats would send in someone to finally check up on him to see if he was alive or long buried.
It was even more regrettable that that someone had to be Korn. Of all people. Standing outside his dorm on a Friday evening, ponytail tied up, wearing a leather jacket with two bottles of booze in hand.
Wai sighs the irkness out of his system before plastering a big smile meant more for formality than excitement. “Korn! Long time no see!”
“Si!”, Korn cackles, leaning forward and smacking Wai on his shoulder. “Si what I did there?”, he howls, launching to hit him again when Wai points an accusatory finger at him and Korn straightens up with an awkward cough. “Look what three weeks of loneliness does to a man Wai, you lost all your sense of humor.”
Wai pulls on a deadpan expression, but still opens the door wide, motioning for Korn to step in. “Who sent you here?”
“I came by myself! You think I don’t care about you??!”, Korn yells in alarm, bringing his palm to his heart and feigning a seriously offended, thick, bushy eyebrow-raise. Wai stops his movements from where he was filling out a glass of filtered water for the other boy and just squints his eyes, well knowing Korn wasn’t the type to notice his friend going missing. For all Wai knew, Korn would go missing searching for them too.
“Ugh fine, Pat did.”, Korn exhales, walking towards the kitchen counter and snatching the half-full glass of water from Wai while the latter just stands frozen there with wide eyes. “P-Pat?”
“Yeah. Well, Pat just conveyed the order to me.”, Korn speaks up with no afterthought after swigging down one gulp of water. “You’d like to think it was Pran who wanted Pat to tell me to check up on y-”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, shut up!”, Wai all but heaves, slamming his white-knuckled fist on the tabletop. He stamps his feet on the floor tiles like a little kid being denied his favorite candy after school and that makes Korn sputter out a giggle.
“This funny to you, you moron?”, Wai grits out, face contorted into a mix of frustration and helplessness.
“At least you’re alright if you’re cursing me about.”, Korn smiles sincerely, to which Wai exhales shakily again. “Get ready now babyboy, theme’s leather.”
“What?”, Wai asks, eyebrows tilting up in genuine confusion, midst breakdown. “Theme for what?”
***********
Wai was shaking in his boots, which were ironically leather too.
If their relationship turned out alright a decade down from now, Wai was sure he’d actually slap Pat’s ridiculous face for literally putting Korn up to the task of getting him out of his little depression hole, because if there was someone who could actually face Wai and be able to do that, it was exactly Korn.
The shithead took ten minutes to rampage Wai’s entire closet when Wai had launched into an argument of “I’m not going because I don’t have any leather stuff”, found a leather boot Wai had no idea he even owned, and dragged him to the last university frat party the house was holding before the exams rewired the students towards faith, god and holy things instead. Wai didn’t even want to be here because of ahem, reasons, but Korn would not take a no for an answer and that is exactly why Wai now found himself requesting his second shot of tequila at the frat bar.
If he was here, the least Wai could do was get wasted and drown the uneasiness away temporarily. They say alcohol gives courage to silenced mouths, after all.
“I thought you preferred Vodka more.”, Wai senses the inescapable scent of baby powder mixed with an all too familiar spicy cologne first, before registering the voice of the man who slips up on the toolbar next to him. Wai inhales, tensing his shoulders immediately. Only one person had that exact specific smell, and Wai had known that since he was a fifteen-year-old high school teenager.
“Tequila is stronger.”, Wai scoffs, kicking his fate in the balls mentally, before smiling in a daze. Pran was here. Of course, he would be. “Whatever gets me more drunk.”
“Look at you, ohoo.”, Pran coos in a mocking tone, signaling the bartender to get him the same drink as Wai’s order. “You disappear without warning for weeks and look how you’ve changed already.”
Wai whips his head up at that, finally glancing at his best friend after days he can’t count on all his fingers.
Pran wears a buttoned shirt, similar to the ones he wears usually to classes, except that it's black and unbuttoned halfway down his sternum. From this angle, Wai can make out Pran’s milky collarbones glowing from the blue LEDs dancing around the party floor. He gulps before redirecting his gaze to anywhere apart from the outrageously soft but firm-looking chest poking at him from beneath that loose shirt. “What?”, Wai responds intelligently instead, acting nonchalant towards the question shuffled to him.
“You usually choose to stay sober so the rest of our wasted friends get back home safe.”, Pran leans in, exposing more of his torso while doing so, and slightly touching Wai’s palm on his own lap with his index finger. “Just like me.”, Pran finishes, looking up at Wai with those sultry eyes again, his hand now a firm place right above Wai’s inner thigh. Wai coughs, shaking his leg in panic so Pran’s hands fall off due to the movement. “I’m just stressed. Been studying all week, I need a break.”, he reasons instead.
The silence spreads out between the two boys like cold water mixing with oil, sending a chilling but warm trickle down Wai’s spine. When Pran doesn’t speak up after several minutes, Wai looks up to match his unparalleled gaze, so fiery and all-consuming. Pran is borderline smirking, staring intently right into Wai’s dilated pupils. “I know a thing or two about taking breaks…”
Wai coughs and gulps down a blob of saliva, breaking his gaze from Pran to look at the two glasses of tequila the bartender casually dropped on their table now.
“You know, when me and Pat are stressed...”, Pran accentuates, taking one of the glasses in his large palms and swirling it around sensually, while his other hand comes up to rest casually on Wai’s knees again. “We do some things that help us release it out a bit...” Pran squeezes slightly on the flesh and Wai shivers. Fuck, this wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right. Pran couldn’t be talking about what he thought he was talking about, could he?
“W-what things?”, Wai croaks out weakly, eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Pran’s fiery touch on his legs burning him inside out.
“Oh, things like…”, Pran leans even more forward, resting his lips right above Wai’s helix, his hot breath cascading a fresh set of goosebumps down his neck. “...watching my best friend watching us have sex.”
Wai stops breathing for seconds altogether, as he feels Pran scoff a little right against his wet ear, before pulling away with a faux-innocence-filled dimpled smile. “You could join us sometime, maybe?”, Pran bares his gummy teeth, patting Wai in a very bro-coded shoulder shove, before putting down his liquour glass and getting up from his bar stool. “I’m sure my puppy won’t mind.”, Pran juts his head towards the dance floor before leaving Wai in his misery, and walking towards the same with that tortuous smirk still plastered on his face.
Wai follows his gaze to the space to see his best friend’s mentioned puppy moving sensually smack in the middle of the sweaty and wasted crowd. Pat is dressed deliciously, in a matching black turtleneck bodycon top, and black leather pants. He is a sight to see. Wai feels nauseous, mind flashing between the recent conversation with Pran and seeing him make his way to his boyfriend on the dance floor now.
He sees Pat immediately light up on seeing Pran make his way towards him, a big sunshine smile enveloping his sculpted face; until Pran steps right into his space and latches his long, slender fingers in Pat’s hair, tugging him harshly into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. It feels wrong, like barging into an intimate moment he’s not supposed to witness, but Wai knows he can’t stop even if it's the right thing to do.
Pat heaves out a gasp, eyes going lidded and legs going jelly as Pran licks up his chin and lip with his broad tongue, before biting on his lower lip and pulling on it as he parts from the kiss. The action stretches Pat’s lips long before Pran lets go and it jiggles back on his face. Pat is still gasping from the lack of oxygen, when Pran pulls his face back to his in a sharp movement, kissing him and slobbering on his face again. Pat’s lost hands wander from his boyfriend’s waist to gripping his plump ass and squeezing the flesh there, which makes Pran gasp back. Wai breathes out just the same pace as his best friend, feeling all riled up despite sitting a safe (still) distance away from the two.
The music picks up momentum, strong techno bass beats thrumming through the packed room, and the mood entirely shifts to something more guttural and animalistic. Wai’s jaw drops open in want as he realizes Pran is now plastered back first on Pat’s front, grinding in slow sensual circles, while Pat grips his waist like his life depends on it. Both of them have their mouths open in wanton pleasure, the drag of clothes seeming to be just enough to make one of the most calculated and cautious people Wai has ever known to be this senseless and provocative. To his absolute horror, Pat latches his teeth onto Pran’s neck, biting down to which Pran scrunches his face in borderline pain. Then he’s almost entirely humping Pran on the dance floor, alcohol borderline making Pran hump right back and Wai now has to close his eyes. Because, there’s no denying that this is nothing less than straight-up porn and that he is achingly, disastrously hard in his own trousers. Fuck.
Luckily, Pran detaches himself from Pat within the next minute, locking his arms around his neck and whispering something close to his earlobes. Wai notices Pat’s thick eyebrows raising in shock, surprise, or disbelief (he can’t quite tell), before Pran is nodding to him and he is quick to nod back. Pat kisses Pran in a chaste peck before his dilated and enlarged eyes meet Wai’s across the blue neon-lit room. He smiles. Wai doesn’t.
Pran takes Pat’s hands in his, before turning around to look at Wai too. They’re both staring at him now, gazes burning his already chubbed boner a mile more, and Wai feels trapped like an animal in a cage, just like that godforsaken day at the library. His guilt is throbbing down his veins, making him choke on breathlessness, as he helplessly stares at them back and-
“You could join us sometime, maybe?”
“I’m sure my puppy won’t mind.”
Wai exhales the breath he was holding. Pat and Pran are still looking at him, hand in hand. And for the first time that night, Wai deciphers that Pran’s reaction to knowing Wai has watched and jerked off to them having sex was nowhere near borderline disgust or repulsiveness.
In fact…they were…are still smirking at him. This wasn’t a case of disapproval. This was clearly an…invitation.
Wai’s eyes widen in realization at the same time as Pran smiles with his dimples out again. Pran looks at him for the last time, juts his head towards the exit hallway subtly, and walks away with Pat in the indicated direction.
Wai slumps down on his seat, cock aching and mind clouded with the turn the night was about to take. One without a U-turn, something he can never undo. It’s too late to think through the right mind though.
Wai slams his drink on the table and walks off to his ruin.
***********
“Can I touch you?”, Pat asks gently, calloused big hands ghosting slight touches over his forearm.
It had taken ten minutes for Wai to speedwalk through the dimly lit corridor once he made up his mind to follow his best friend and his boyfriend up to one of the unoccupied frat bedrooms on the second floor of the house. When Wai had knocked on the door outside which he could recognize Pran’s sneakers lying as a sign of ‘occupancy’, Pat and Pran had already been kissing each other senseless, Pat’s shirt taken off and thrown across the tiles, while Pran was still fully dressed but with rumpled and heavily tugged-on hair.
Pran had pulled on Wai’s shirt collars, forcing him in and making him sit on the double bed with a hand to his chest, before stepping back and locking the door for utmost privacy.
Meanwhile, a very red and lip-swollen Pat had approached his seated figure on the bed, tousling through his hair with delicate and sexy hooded eyes. Wai feels himself falling into the pits of them. Pat was a dangerous man indeed.
“You haven’t answered him yet, Wai.”
Pran’s stern voice breaks Wai’s daze and he registers that the owner of it has moved far from the door, and now has seated himself on the single sofa next to the bed, from where he has a clear view of Wai’s back and Pat standing in front of his chest. “Sorry, I..”, Wai shudders out.
“It’s okay, baby. Take your time.”, Pat leans down to Wai’s face, not yet touching his skin but giving ample examples of what it could feel like if he only said yes. “Someone is too impatient, you focus on me.”, he says. It earns a scoff from Pran.
The nickname sends a pang of arousal down Wai’s crotch instantly. Pat, entirely shirtless with an array of golden tan but toned skin, right within hand’s reach. Ripples of tight muscles and abs, long exposed neck, and bulky arms. Wai’s cheeks burn from where Pat is fondling his jaw in loose touches, and each new addition to his motion makes his dick twist uncomfortably in his trousers. “Please? For me?”, Pat goes on, taking the seated man’s hands and placing them on his lower abdomen. It’s enough for Wai to salivate with need and he croaks out a little ‘yes’. He’ll take whatever this god of a man gives to him.
Pat releases a small sound of approval, before strengthening his hold on Wai’s jaw and tilting his head up gently for a single peck, then another and another, until Wai opens his lips a little more and Pat’s hot and slick tongue shoves inside the bracket of his mouth.
The shorter man exhales a shuddered sigh, melting into the perfect harmony of Pat’s lips, his hands coming up to gently touch the taller man’s chest, from where they caress his entire torso while deepening the kiss, before finally resting on Pat’s bony hip. Pat takes the bold movement as a sign of trust and joins Wai on the bed, knees dipping on the mattress one by one, until Wai is lying down on his back, with Pat looming gorgeously on top of him.
“Take his shirt off.”, Pran sighs wantonly, which makes Wai tilt his head backward from the mattress where he’s lying down, to catch an upside-down view of a now pant-less Pran stroking his very visible and large boner through his black boxers. Fuck, Wai feels himself leaking at the sight. Pran has his eyes hooded and he’s looking right at him, and Pat working his hands on his shirt, at the same time. Lips blissfully pink and bitten, chest heaving up and down with anticipation. Wai feels like a prize for bringing that look to his best friend’s face.
By the time Wai redirects his head back to face the man above him, Pat has already unbuttoned his shirt completely and is latching onto his collarbones, sucking and nibbling the damp skin wearily with his teeth as he takes the damned fabric off Wai’s pale, sweaty torso. “Fuck”, Pat scoffs in appreciation.
Wai isn’t exactly a gym guy, he doesn’t visit as often as maybe Pat does. But given that, he’s still in good shape. Rugby requires him to be. So when Pat leans back and looms his tan palms over Wai’s semi-structured abs, Wai senses a feeling of pride settle deep in his bones. Oh to be oggled by Pat himself, Wai can’t help but revel in it with a slight smug nod to the man above.
Pat returns the smirk, lowering himself down on Wai’s toned stomach and kissing down the length of his abdomen till his nose hits the zipper of his pants and he takes them off with urgency. Wai rolls his eyes to the back of his head in pleasure as the cool air of the room hits his warm thighs. From his blurry vision, he sees Pran stand up from the couch, hand still palming through the thin cloth of his briefs from where his leaking cock protrudes in attention, coming towards the bed and dropping his knees down on it too.
Pat throws Wai’s jeans somewhere near his discarded shirt on the floor, before sensing that Pran has joined them on the bed. He plasters a small grin on his face, holding his boyfriend by the hair on his nape and pulling him in a filthy and wet kiss. Pran returns the enthusiasm tenfolds, grabbing Pat’s jaw right back, and scratching on his scalp, due to which Pat parts with a slight hiss. Wai watches the duo bite each other's lips and explore tongues and teeth and he knows he’s leaking. God was he pathetic.
Pran, with a final kiss, parts with a palm pressed to Pat’s chest, and takes his own shirt off in a single motion. “Come here”, he motions to Wai sultrily, who squirms back onto his knees to obey Pran. Pran rewards an open-mouthed kiss to Wai’s earlobes for the obedience, eventually licking and sucking on his soft cheeks right to his welcoming mouth. If Pat kisses gorgeously, Pran’s kisses are just ethereal. Wai melts into Pran’s lips, letting his tongue flatten out over the roof of his mouth in all eagerness. Pran kisses him hungrily, all the while removing the only fabric he’s wearing and shuffling it off the mattress.
Wai parts to see for himself and god, he finally sees. Pran is huge. From a distance, it had seemed like Wai might have had never seen a cock so big, but right now, up close, Wai can swear he’s never come across anything so big in sexual contexts. Pran is long, thick, and bulky. From where he holds himself upright at the base, a single vein runs across the underside, right up to the blooming red and flushed tip. His head is spongy, looking soft and so sweet; foreskin pulled all the way back, Pran is something to behold and gasp for. Wai gulps increasingly, feeling his mouth salivate extra hard with how Pran is reaching out to hold his neck with his free hand. “Come here.”, he repeats. And Wai goes.
Wai holds the base right above Pran’s own grip, before nosing his way from the head to the end of Pran’s girth, making the boy shudder out an exhale of arousal. Behind his back, he hears Pat shuffling out of what seems to be the only garment left on him, his own pants, and splaying out on the bed behind him. Wai inhales deeply. It was now or never.
Wai comes back up to the tip after a final inhale of Pran’s coiled pubes and opens his mouth messily to swallow the tip of his best friend’s cock into it. Pran grunts out a distant “Fuck, yes”, encouraging Wai’s movements and the boy preens under the praise. Behind him, Pat is messily lifting his hips up on the mattress, before pulling down Wai’s boxers just to his knees and spreading his legs wide apart until his back is arched up in the air.
Wai gags in surprise around Pran, his mouth still deliciously stretched by the massive length, when he feels Pat wasting no time in licking up a fat, bold stripe right over his taint. Wai removes his mouth from Pran for a second, breathing deeply because he is shaking from the restraint of not riding his ass on Pat. His tongue peeks out, as Wai notices, and disappears inside his rim, loosening him up for some much-needed cock and that makes Wai let out an unmistakably loud moan. Everything feels so intense, Wai won’t be surprised if he ends up crying today.
Above him, Pran touches his hollow cheeks in two progressive taps, before opening Wai’s slobbering mouth with two of his slender fingers, which Wai closes around immediately and sucks on. “Good boy, Wai.”, Pran smiles gently, jerking himself off and watching Wai’s thighs shaking from the sheer intensity of everything that is happening to him. It takes an insertion of a single finger of Pat in him for Wai to explode, his ears ringing and his eyes painting white. He comes so fucking hard, he’s seeing stars in the back of his head. “That’s good, Wai, you did so well.”, Pat encourages him as Wai falls back down on the mattress with a slump, still shaking in irregular intervals here and there.
Pran lets go of Wai’s face to motion Pat to come closer. Pat indulges immediately, moving over to his boyfriend who immediately captures Pat’s lips in his. Pat slobbers on Pran’s spit drooling down his chin as Pran practically eats Pat’s mouth up and even though Wai has just come mere minutes back, his still spent dick gives a twitch of interest watching the two lovers display their filthy porn to him.
Pran goes on his knees next, which was a scene Wai wasn’t utterly prepared for because as much as submitting to Pran had been cruelly pleasurable, having Pran submit to you seemed like a distinct heaven altogether. Wai knows Pat grees because the moment Pran’s velvet mouth swallows his cock whole, Pat releases an animalistic grunt, lodging his big palms in Pran’s hair and tugging him more towards his hips. Pran chokes, coughing around Pat but never stopping his deliciously paced bobs up and down his boyfriend’s girth. Pat thrusts into the tight heat of Pran’s mouth for a few minutes before grabbing his face hard and Pran takes that as a sign to immediately pull off. “I was so clooossee, Prannn!”, Pat whines with a pout which Pran sweetly pecks twice, before jutting his head towards a very much naked and bothered Wai lying on the sheets right next to them.
“Right.”, Pat smirks, squirming on the bed towards his boyfriend’s best friend and slightly pulling on his chin to get him up on his knees. Wai has fritters of wet tears stuck to his eyelashes by the time he comes face to face with Pat’s long (but not as long as Pran's) cock, and Pat, being the sunshine he is, simply has to coo and ruffle Wai’s hair with the promise that “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”
Pat waits until Wai sniffles his tears away and determinedly holds his base with one of his hands, all the while sucking his head into the heat of his warm, wet mouth, making Pat groan out in bliss. Wai isn’t fully hard yet, but making him so isn’t difficult because Pran is simultaneously reaching to pump his cock to its fullness from the back, at the same time as inserting two of his slender fingers in to loosen him up more.
Wai slurps and gulps with Pat still in his mouth, the sound being downright filthy, compensating for not being able to speak or even moan freely at how Pran’s two fingers have now gone to three then four inside his aching hole. “I think he’s ready?”, Pat whispers lowly to Pran. “Takes me only three of yours to take you whole.”
Pran laughs in fondness, “Well, you’re not him. Everyone takes their own time to adjust.” Pran scissors his fingers inside Wai for the final time, before removing them to grab extra lube and a condom to slide it on his dick. “Besides, you’re used to me. He isn’t?”
The way Pat and Pran are having a full-blown conversation about whether Wai is ready for his best friend’s huge fat cock and whether there is a possibility of him even getting used to taking it, makes Wai cry with pleasure. He reaches out to take Pat whole in his mouth, making the man yell out profanities in lust. By the time Pat looks like he can’t hold himself back any more, Pran has already slid himself in the latex and lubed himself up. He spits nastily into Wai’s crumpled rim, before lining himself up and sinking down slowly.
Wai has to shut his eyes with great power because even though he’s come once and has been fingered right down to an entire hand being in him, nothing could have ever prepared him for the delicious drag and stretch gifted by Pran’s fat girth. Wai cries out, muffling incoherent jumbles around Pat whos still so deeply etched into his throat. At this point, Wai is being used by both of his holes just for the pleasure of the boys and although the thought should be disgusting on any other day, he feels like he was born to make them feel good. He’d do it a million times, whenever and wherever they wanted to.
“Fuck, I’m close.”, Pat pants, looking up at Pran from the periphery of his vision, who is biting his lip so hard he can spot blood, as he rams balls deep into Wai ruthlessly. “Can I come down your throat?”, Pat asks dejectedly, already knowing he would come before Wai could even muster an answer and he does, gripping onto the man below’s bare shoulders so tightly, he was sure he'd leave bruises on his boyfriend's best friend for the morning to follow.
Wai groans long and deep as he feels Pat spurt drop by drop of his bitter come down his throat. He sucks it all up obediently, gulping around Pat’s now limp cock one last time before the man removes himself from Wai’s mouth and busies himself in kissing his lips instead.
Pat lies down beneath Wai, in the space between the mattress and where Wai is on his knees for Pran; and resumes kissing him, all the while reaching towards Wai’s neglected hard cock and beginning to pump it hot and fast, matching Pran’s rhythm of pounding. “I’m gonna- PRAN!!”, Wai screams delirously, swinging back and forth from the sheer force of Pran taking him. “Come for me Wai, come on.”, and that’s all it takes for Wai to shudder out a “Fuck! God!”, before he’s spurting all over Pat’s abdomen, lying beneath him. Pat kisses down his neck as Wai shakes in the euphoric bliss of release, his hole fluttering beautifully around Pran’s length which makes him ultimately come down the condom too.
“Wow”, Pat pants, holding a very slumped and nearly unconscious Wai on his naked torso now, just like how Pran is also plastered across Wai’s back in utter exhaustion. “We should do that again sometime.”, he giggles, which makes both Wai and Pran topple over with groans.
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“Fuck, man! I had been looking over for you everywhere! You were gone for over two hours, it's fucking midnight!”, Korn screams into Wai’s face as he sits by the original bar stool where Korn had left him earlier in the evening.
"Serves you right for leaving me in here as soon as we came.”, Wai argues back tiredly, downing the glass of water he had ordered to sober up, but most importantly to put his restlessly spent mind to ease.
“Where were you though? You look ‘destroyed’' man!”, Korn asks, eyeing Wai’s messed up hair sticking in all directions, crumpled damp shirt and definitely reddening collarbones.
Wai looks up at him and smiles. “Just releasing some exam stress.”