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In more ways than one, Win Metawin was pretty.
No, not your conventional “pretty boy who could pass up as a girl”
Win Metawin was pretty even more with his masculine stature, with his soft eyes that brightens up even with the slightest hint of happiness, his bunny smile that can and will light up an entire room, and mostly just...his entire being, his entire existence is the greatest blessing anyone could ask for. Win Metawin is the best thing Bright could ever ask for.
Now listen, Bright is straight—was straight to say the least. But he wasn’t blind either, he can admit when a man is attractive, he compliments his guy friends when they look good, he doesn’t shy away from affection, he even cross dressed at some point in his career. Bright was far from your conventional straight dude who was scared of being too “gay” or those type who resort to violence just to prove their masculinity. But he never questioned his sexuality either.
He had girlfriends , lots of them.
And he has one now.
He can say he is— was happy with her. I mean, will you stay with someone for 3 years if you weren’t?
And that’s the thing! Because Bright was supposed to be happy with his girlfriend of 3 years, he was supposed to be thinking of their plans for the future, he was supposed to be with her right now on their monthsary together.
Instead he‘s here in his condominium in Bangkok, propped up on his new sofa while his good mate, his buddy bro— whatever the hell they call each other, is sitting too close beside him, too close that Bright can feel the warmth of Win’s thighs on his own.
Bright’s brain was going hazy just from the close proximity while Win seemed to be unaffected, just casually downing their shared bottle of beer, his eyes focused on the show they’re both watching. But Bright wasn’t watching. He was watching Win , and the way the younger’s laugh just fills the whole room, his face transparent as he brightens up every time the protagonist does something entertaining, and Bright was lost. Win always looks best when he’s smiling, he always looks best when he’s happy.
Bright doesn’t know when it all started, when he started to feel so much every time he merely just looks at the younger.
It wasn’t anywhere near love at first sight. Their first meeting was awkward and at the lack of a better word, stiff. Bright himself didn’t think much when the management proposed the new project, telling him that he’ll be paired with a male on this new series. He was neutral about everything, always up for a challenge as long as he gets paid. So yes, he didn’t think anything special would come up along the process. He didn’t think someone special would come along.
But oh was he so wrong. Because from the countless day and night that he spent with this boy— came the realization, the realization that maybe all that he knew about love was wrong.
Because this boy, Win Metawin who came into his life with his bunny smile and shy laughter, taught him so much more.
And now Bright was looking at him.
Win is beautiful. He is so pretty that sometimes Bright just wants to lock him up in a glass box and stare at him all day, keeping him away from anyone, keeping him away from anyone that isn’t himself. Because even without Win’s knowledge, Bright already claimed him. Win Metawin was his.
Bright wasn’t dumb, he knew too well about those fans who pairs the younger up with every male who would as merely stand beside Win. He knew about the ongoing petition of a new pairing. And no, he wouldn’t tolerate any of those bullshit.
Because right now, he is the one who gets to spend every second of his working day with the younger, he is the one who gets to see Win in the most vulnerable state, HE is the one who gets to call him pretty, he is the one who has kissed and touched Win. So no, Bright is not anywhere near nervous with the possibility of Win being paired with anyone else. Because he just won’t let it happen.
With Bright lost in his thoughts, he realized that the younger was slowly drifting to sleep, his long lashes fluttering close.
Remembering the younger’s low alcohol tolerance, he chuckles. With a body like that how is this bunny even more adorable than those half his size?
Win being unconscious has given Bright more access to trace the younger’s features. Starting from his pretty face, plump lips that’s just asking to be kissed, slowly drifting to his chest which Bright finds himself unconsciously gazing from time to time ever since the whole fiasco of Sarawat’s obsession with Tine’s boobs started— because yes, even though the show is scripted and fictional, Win’s chest is definitely as beautiful as how Sarawat would insist. And Bright is staring at them now. He feels all the heat in his body go down south.
He’s hard.
And fuck does Win look like the most delectable meal right now, served in a golden plater just waiting for Bright to gobble up the entire thing.
Bright can’t help it, he ignores every warning in his head, ignores the only decency left in his system and draws himself closer to Win.
He observes the younger’s slow breathing, making sure that he was deep into sleep. And for sure Win was totally knocked out. Probably from fatigue because of their hectic schedule or maybe from being intoxicated, Bright guesses.
Nervously, Bright placed his hand on top of the younger’s bulge, slowly caressing. His hand travels on the hem of Win’s shorts, pulling it a little and slipping his hand inside.
Win grooms well he notices, letting his fingers slide over every inch he can reach. He has hair, but it’s just a barely noticeable stubble, patch just above his dick, his balls and his legs free of even a hint of hair.
Bright has to bite back a groan at just how Win it is , masculine but so well-kempt. He bets it looks even prettier than it feels.
He can’t help but slip his fingers a little lower, trying to find out just how much Win keeps himself hairless.
His reaching digits just barely stretch far enough to brush over the pucker of his hole, and Bright feels his own cock throb when he confirms that part of him is perfectly soft and smooth as well, not a single stray hair to be found.
He rubs a dry fingertip against the tight muscle, so, so tempted to just push in, to dip inside and feel the heat of Win’s body close around him. To witness the delicious little whine of discomfort that would undoubtedly spill from his lips. Maybe even the flutter of his eyelids, maybe the slight pain would be enough to have him blinking awake, staring confusedly up at his P’
Bright retrieves his hand from the younger and shoves two fingers in his own mouth as he shifts Win just a little bit more, allowing better access for his hand to slip inside Win’s loose pair of shorts that he borrowed from the older — without too much struggle.
He wanted so bad to just completely remove the entire clothing for a clearer view. But he wouldn’t get away with a half naked Win, would he?
Another glance at the boy reassures him that he’s still unaware, and then Bright is pulling his fingers from his mouth, soaked in spit, and pushing his hand back down in Win’s shorts. He’s slipping the two wet ones further down, reaching until he feels the pucker of Win’s entrance at his fingertips.
Bright bites his lip, a bit nervous, rubbing at it in increasingly more firm little circles, massaging his saliva into the rim. He doesn’t know how far he’d go, doesn’t know if the pressure and stretch of what he wants could end up waking Win up, doesn’t know how the fuck he’d get himself out of this if it does.
But he’s pushing in anyways, only letting the tight muscle close around his first knuckle before the second finger is joining the first.
Win twitches away from his fingers with a harsh exhale through his nose, and Bright stops, feeling his heart about to burst out from his chest.
He glances at the boy, sees his brow furrowed in a way that looks more confused than pained, and waits several seconds for it to smooth out, for his face to relax back into peaceful non-expression.
Then he spreads his fingers just barely, slowly scissors them to loosen Win up just a tiny bit. Just enough that the drag will be less intense. He pulls back to his fingertips then pushes in again, slowly, until the second knuckle of both push past the rim and Win’s heat closes around his digits, swallowing them almost all the way up.
Bright lets his head fall back against the sofa, biting his lip to hold back a moan. He can barely breathe as he withdraws his fingers and thrusts in again, a little deeper, a little faster than he meant to.
And Win lets out a whine, crowding further against Bright to escape the unfamiliar sensation. His hand clenches a little in the fabric of the older’s shirt, and Bright nearly has a heart attack, his heart swelling up from Win’s unconscious affection. Completely contrasting from how fucked up the situation is.
Bright is convinced he’s turning absolutely insane.
And like the cherry on top, Win starts spreading his thighs almost invitingly.
The idea of it is messing with Bright’s head, that Win’s body wants Bright inside, even when his conscious mind may not.
Or maybe it’s not even him at all, maybe it’s just that Win has a need to have something inside him, to be filled up and used like he was made for it, like he was made to take it like a whore.
Bright moves Win’s head to the side, making the younger’s neck more visible as he presses his mouth to Win’s skin, he pushes his fingers deeper inside, teeth catching on the expanse of the boy’s neck but not bearing down enough to leave a mark or cause any pain. Bright retrieves his hand for a bit and proceeds to put two of his fingers inside the younger’s warm mouth, he pulls back and pushes in deeper, the side of the boy’s mouth spilling with saliva. Bright continues to thrust his fingers, his own cock almost unbearably hard as he watches Win take everything he gives.
Before he let himself be carried away, he pulls back his now wet fingers and brought his hand back inside the younger’s shorts.
His fingers now glides much smoother and deeper inside Win’s tight hole, he thrusts faster and deeper, his own cock twitching at how Win’s hole is just greedily sucking his fingers in. Bright curls his fingers carefully, searching.
He pounds his fingers, scissoring them occasionally.
He’s nearly given up at finding Win’s prostate as he feels bids of sweat roll down his face from effort, but then he presses almost harshly, straight into it. Causing the younger to release an almost strangled sob.
Bright can feel his heart jump as he stares intently at the younger, but Win’s eyes don’t open, and Bright just presses again, massaging firmly into the spot until Win is almost writhing in his sleep, panting harshly.
Bright slips his other hand inside Win’s shorts, palming the younger’s cock, a slow, long stroke that’s clearly visible under the material. Then he throws caution to the wind and lets go long enough to tug the cloth down, exposing Win’s hard cock nearly to the base.
He continues assaulting the younger’s hole as his other hand strokes Win’s cock so softly, teasingly.
Bright squeezes Win a little harder than he should, as he presses himself on Win’s side, hard cock desperate for any contact.
“Fucking cock slut. How does it feel being molested by your P’ huh?” Bright said through gritted teeth.
“Your hole is so fucking tight. I think we should fix that with my cock, don’t you think?” Bright sloppily pressed his fingers as deep as he can into the younger, his own hips profusely grinding Win’s side.
Bright can hear Win chasing his breath, face now prominent with pleasure, mouth wide open.
“I can’t wait to fuck you”
Bright deliriously quickens up his speed, almost crushing Win into the couch. But Bright doesn’t care anymore, all he can think right now is how good Win feels against him, how tight the younger is, how much he want to see Win covered in his cum or maybe how good he would look like with Bright’s cum dripping out of his hole.
And with that thought he strokes Win’s cock as fast as he can, feeling the younger’s hole tighten up. He aggressively pounds his dripping cock on Win’s side as he feels his orgasm approaching.
Not even a few seconds, he feels himself burst almost at the same time as Win. He feels the younger’s hole suck his fingers in as he squirms, exposed dick squirting with so much cum. Bright continues stroking Win, guiding him out of his high.
With wet underwear, he stares at the younger, observing how Win’s brows furrows and then relaxes as he continues drifting off to dreamland.
Bright finds himself smiling.
Strangely, he doesn’t feel anything but an excessive amount of love for Win. He really did love Win.
His conscience is telling him how wrong this is. But Bright can’t seem to find himself caring.
Because awake or not, he will make Win realize that he was his.