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"Alright, I guess that's all for tonight," Est sighs deeply when he sees how everyone exchanged looks, excitement all over their faces, "Make sure to submit all the papers to me tomorrow, we will be even busier after this week." He added, fixing the messy papers, lazily but gently placing them in his worn-out folder.
When Est stood up from his seat, the student councils stood up almost too immediately like they were just waiting, "Copy, Mr. President!" Then they all run towards the door, bidding their goodbyes to him in a hurry with a smile on their faces. Est shakes his head in slight disapproval, then stretches out his limbs, body starting to ache with all the tension.
The university week is undeniably the most tiring event of the year, no, every year, it never fails.
Baifern, the secretary, approached him with the same hurried pace as others, "You're not going to watch? It's about to start, hurry!"
Est raises his brows, shrugging, "They're the same band every event anyway, you should all be fed up at this point." He gets his messenger bag and hooks it over his shoulders lazily.
"Fed up, you say? We're talking about LYKN, Mr. President, I could watch them perform all day!" Baifern exclaimed, "And they only perform every University Week!"
"Whatever you say," Est scoffs, "Just tell me you like that rude vocalist so much and go,"
Baifern stomps his foot on the ground like some kid, "Excuse me! He's the William Jakrapatr! You don't talk to him like that!"
"That's exactly my point, Ms. Secretary," Mocking her, "What's good about that guy anyway? All he does is sing, be rude, smoke in the hallway, go to parties, everything a graduating student shouldn't do."
"And all you do is study, study, study," The secretary responds, "That's why you two are always clashing every time you cross paths. Maybe they're right about opposite attraction?"
Est winces as he walks out of the conference room, Baifern struggling to keep up. He shrugs, "If I were to be gay, he would be the last guy I would actually fuck by the way,"
"You talk too rudely for a council president too," Baifern shot back, then suddenly, she pulled him in a different direction, "Just come watch with me! You're talking too much!"
"I said I don't want!" Est pulls back, but it's not like he can go against Baifern's stubbornness, so with a deep sigh, he lets himself be dragged into the open area, "Just one song and I'll go."
University Week is one of the biggest events they handle every academic year. There are different events within the span of a day like competitions in the morning, a bazaar in the afternoon, and performances in the evening. As the council president for over three years now, Est has been the busiest. He handles almost all of the paperwork, the signs, the program flows, cross-checking— almost everything.
So when the majority of the students practically begged him to include LYKN in one of the performers again for this year, of course he had to oblige. And now, the last day of the said event, it's so crowded, he can't even spot an open space where he can at least breathe. They are the highlight of the night, indeed.
"LYKN! LYKN! LYKN!"
The crowd went insane when all of the members came out from the backstage, smiling and waving to the crowd, their black outfits blending, hyping everyone, except that William guy. He walked straight to the microphone stand and adjusted it according to the way he likes, not even batting an eyelash at the crowd who chants his name.
"Rude," Est whispers under his breath.
William is the vocalist of the band. Everyone knows him as someone who has the golden voice who can touch the hearts of everyone, but Est knows him to be the rudest guy to ever exist. William is kind of well-known too, outside the band, he accepts gigs for other big events making him the most popular out of the group. And he has the face (no doubt in that).
Everyone's still going wild, holding their phones above their heads, pushing themselves forward to get a hold on a better view, but then William talks to the mic, "I thought we're all set?" His tone isn't that friendly, looking at the side of the technical committees. The mic statics loudly once, "The microphone is not even set yet, are you kidding me?"
The crowd went silent, almost immediately, and murmurs suddenly everywhere in a minute. Est's brows furrowed automatically, and he saw how the committees rummaged through their equipment. Est immediately excused himself through the crowd, going towards the booth of the technicals, "What happened here?"
"I-I don't know, pres, we thought it was already good when we set it up earlier," The head technical committee panics, adjusting and pushing all the buttons he can see. The crowd is clearly not pleased with what's happening, and William is still looking at them like he's offended. Est asks again, trying to stay calm, "Is it not working properly? Should we call some technicians for help?"
One of the committees approached him, same panicked face as their head committee, "It's all working, but I think Mr. William didn't like the settings of his microphone or some echo—
Jun, one of the LYKN members, started beating the drum to distract everyone, making the crowd cheer for them again. Po, sighing heavily, walks furiously through the bottom of the stage in a hurry, "Oh no, here we go again," Est could hear the crowd whispering.
"Mr. Jakrapatr!" He screams through the loud crowd.
William raises his brows, smirk fainting in his lips, then he lazily walks to where Est is, crouching slowly, his hair falling slowly on his forehead, the manly scent of him immediately flaring through Est's nose, then he says fiercely without breaking eye contact, "If you can't sing, don't blame it on the microphone."
William smirked, amused, his brows furrowing playfully, "Who are you again?"
Est blinked, offended.
Like being the council president for over three whole freaking years, and meeting William now and then at the student discipline office, of course, Est was deeply offended.
And before he could even retaliate back, William stood up and walked back to the microphone in an annoying, manly way, "Someone says if I can't sing, I shouldn't blame it on the microphone," Everyone laughed, students who heard or those beside Est looked at him knowingly, "He's familiar. I don't really know him, but, I'm going to show you how I sing even with your shit settings."
The drum suddenly strikes on cue. Everyone went wild. William began singing. Flawlessly. It's annoyingly and frustratingly flawless. Est had to roll his eyes, furious, walking away from the crowd. This time, students who recognized him started to move aside and give him way. Baifern tried to call him from afar.
That's the problem with William Jakrapatr. He is so talented that it overshadows how rude he is. People who idolize him think he was cool for his attitude, like he's hot when he's mad, or someone who just does whatever he likes. People mistook his rudeness for just having a strong personality. And Est is not having it.
They have been brawling ever since. Students know them to be the polar opposite of each other, because Est, being the president, has to do his duty, and William thinks he's just a nuisance. Like Est is doing too much and needs to chill a little.
When the event ended, Est had already calmed and composed himself again. He greeted back with a smile those students on their way home. He stayed to help the production committee pack up, and also to see how the day went. Baifern approached him with careful steps, "Pres, where did you go?"
"Away from that shithead of a vocalist," He grunts when he picks up a pile of chairs, setting up aside, "Everyone kind of anticipated it," Baifern follows him, giggling.
"What?" Est asks. Brows furrowed.
"You two, arguing," Baifern says, carrying along a single chair to help, "It's like the highlight of the day," She laughs again.
"Everyone's twisted." Est says, "And everyone likes drama," Baifern shoots back, "Didn't you see the students' page? They were all posting about your next interactions and betting who would win,"
"Send me screenshots. I will be meeting them in the discipline office," Est shakes his head, "What?! You're no fun!" Baifern exclaims.
Est grunts when the last pile of chairs is finally set aside, Baifern shoving her phone to his face, "Look at this post. It says, Mr. President and Mr. Vocalist should just punch each other's faces and make out afterwards. It has fewer than three thousand likes for a student's page,"
Est squints his eyes with disgust, like he's offended, then a comment following that post, it says, ‘Let's start a poll on who's the top and the bottom if they were a couple’, Est sighs, "Tell the social media team to turn down these posts. Post a warning statement afterwards. I don't even want to associate myself with that guy."
"But the social media head himself, Daou, voted for the Est Bottom option," Baifern laughs. Pointing out the poll votes. Est saw how he's losing by miles, he just sighs in disappointment and shakes his head. Mentally noting to himself to scold them in the next meeting.
When they had already done packing up the set, with the help of the housekeeping facility, they all bid their goodbyes with exhaustion in their faces. Est praised them for a job well done and started to walk through the parking lot. Exhaustion was slowly creeping into his body.
It's already eleven in the evening, and students are finding their way home. Some of them even greeted Est for a safe drive, some just simply waved their hands at him, and some just looked in his direction, acknowledging him. Est smiles like he always does. He is known to be the kindest and approachable person he is. That was the reason he kept on being re-elected as the council president for three years straight, no one even came close.
Not until he saw a shadow beside his car, a very familiar one, did his smile immediately falter. William Jakrapatr is there, leaning to his own car just beside Est's, a cigarette in his hand, blowing smoke in the air. The students passing by can't help but stare at him, hesitating to ask for a picture, but end up walking away with regret in their faces.
Est decided he's done for the day. He's too tired to even look in his direction. So, with an annoyed face, he walks through his car, ignoring the presence watching him. He opened the engine, but before he could close the door, William walked in his direction, smiling a little, "Hey, do you smoke?"
Est, by automatic, sharpens his gaze towards the man, "You're still in the school premises. You're lucky I'm too tired to deal with you."
Est saw students stopping mid-step to look at them. Intrigued. Intentional. Anticipating. So before they could make a scene and feed on their hungers for drama, Est pulls his door with a loud bang, straight on William's face.
"Baby,"
Est sighs, annoyed, "Shut the fuck up," He says, throwing a solid middle finger to his back as he continues typing, "Why are you even here? I thought you didn't even know me?"
William laughs heartily, "You took it to your heart, Mr. President? Of course, I know you, even more than yourself,"
William Jakrapatr, that same vocalist who pisses him off again and again, is lying in his bed, sprawled out comfortably, wearing Est's comfortable clothes, and fresh from a shower. Est is busy typing on his laptop, working on another report document at one in the morning.
"Fuck you," Est replies.
"For someone who is supposed to be a model student, your mouth sure is kind of wild," William grunts when he sat up from the bed, walking towards Est at the study table, "You're such a naughty boy."
"I'm doing something, William, go behave yourself or just leave," Est didn't bat an eye at him, annoyance evident in his voice, "I didn't even invite you here, how dare you show yourself unannounced,"
William leans down chuckling, whispering, "But I'm horny," He says, "And according to what we agreed, you should humor me just like I do to you,"
Est rolls his eyes, "Not tonight, leave me alone,"
"Still mad?" William still leaning down near his ear, subtly inhaling his scent, "I was just really pissed off. They made me wait and took their time setting up the stage, yet it wasn't—
"And that gives you the right to be so fucking rude?" Est turns his swivel chair to face William, tone heavy and sharp, rage behind his eyes, "Your attitude just keeps on getting worse day by day, William, if I didn't intervene right there and then you would say more nonsensical things in public. Mind you, those are my council members, you don't—
William suddenly kissed him. Hard. Est groaned, pushed him away. William held his neck up to face him properly, "And it's not my fault that your council members can't do their job properly,"
Est pulls William's hair backward, with force, "Leave," He says with a harder tone, "I don't want to deal with you tonight. Your very presence pisses me off." Est pushed him away again, and he turned his swivel chair to where his document report was waiting for him.
Est heard William chuckle before he felt himself being spun around again, aggressively. Before he could react, William kissed him again, teeth first, like they're crashing their lips together in a punch. Est groans to the kiss, this time, pulling William's hair closer to him.
Frustrations and annoyance ignite between them as they keep on kissing each other like hungry predators. Neither is lowering their guard, fighting for dominance, as their lips keep tangling with each other in familiarity.
Est was the one to bite first, pulling William's lower lip harshly, and forcing his tongue in. William smirks, not slowing down his movements, devouring Est as he waited for this the whole day.
Est felt William's hand on his neck, pressing him forward. He wouldn't let himself be controlled like that, so he tightened his grip more on William's hair, also pressing him closer. Their exchange is so aggressive and hard, their teeth crashing with the pressure, their tongues fighting for who gets the upper hand.
Spit starting to drool down their chins, a subtle taste of blood too from whoever that came from. Still fighting for dominance, their lungs are starting to demand some air, but neither of them wants to break away first. Like their pride would crash them down if they let themselves breathe.
And so they continued kissing, sucking on each other's tongues as they meant it. Est's vision is starting to blur, he doesn't know if he's too much into the kiss, or because he can't breathe. It's making him dizzy second by second, his fist clenching harder like he's peeling William's scalp off.
When tears start to fall out of his eyes uncontrollably, Est gathers all his strength and pushes William away. William staggers from the intensity, both of them breathing heavily for air, "I hate you." Est groans, coughing.
"I fucking hate you too, baby," William smirks.
Est, feeling defeated, glared at William as he stood up from his study chair. He pushes William harshly to the bed, "You're an asshole," Gritting his teeth, he tosses his shirt away aggressively before climbing on top of William.
"And you're so fucking hot, Mr. President," William bites his lip, smirking, pulling Est's neck downward into a crashing kiss again.
Est is trying hard to get the upper hand between them, he pins William down with both his arms and weight, kissing him aggressively so he can't move. But then, when William snakes his legs around Est's thighs, Est finds himself under the mattress again with just a simple, effortless spin.
"Fuck," Est groans, annoyed.
William chuckles, "Stop testing my patience,"
"Fuck you," Est grabs a fistful of William's hair, pulling it, flipping their positions again. Est lowers himself to kiss William, asserting dominance once again, pinning both of William's hands above his head.
Est lowers himself more to kiss on William's neck, kissing and sucking on the skin, and William lets him, "Try harder, Est,"
"Shut up," Est bites him hard. Lower than the shirt line where it is not visible. He then sucks it and nips it to ease the pain. Like an expert. Like William wanted.
This isn't new to them: not surrendering. Hatred running through their veins, pride clashing with each other, dominance lost between them—but no other than each other can give the pleasure they always wanted.
Est hates William and William hates Est. It is non-negotiable. Like they're born to spit on each other. Like it is written in the stars, burned with constellations. Like fire and water, heaven and earth. They despise each other so much but they always find themselves tangled up with each other. Clinging like they can't live without each other. Holding on like the world would break if they let go even for a minute.
"Surrender," William groans, now on top again, and Est breathing heavily beneath him, sweat evident on their bodies, "Just kill me," Est says.
They are now both naked, cocks hard and brushing against each other. William, by now, knows it will take him literal blood and sweat before Est willingly spreads his legs for him, so he waits patiently, sucking down on Est's nipple like he's asking for milk.
"Shit," Est moans when William flicks his nipple, sucking dearly on the other. He pulls William's hair closer, arching his back to press himself more to the sensation. William smirks, he can feel it—Est lowering his guard.
More eager, his kisses trail down even more, biting on Est's abs, to his well-defined V-line, and down to blowing his hot breath on his fully erect cock. William knew it was not the right time yet to make Est beg, so he just pushed both of Est's thighs up so he could see his tight hole.
When William looked up, Est was looking down on him, both elbows propped up so he could see clearly, "Do it properly," Est commands.
"Shut up," William smirks. He hooked both of Est's legs to his shoulder, diving in. He presses both his thumbs on the skin just near the hole, then he spreads it apart, licking the exposed hole immediately like he's a starving animal.
Est can't help but throw his head back, fisting William's hair to pull him closer, "Fuck," He moans, breathing heavily.
William circles his tongue around the puckered hole, sucking it, flicking the tip of his tongue directly, repeating it again and again. Est started to grind his hips, his hand still pressing William's head forward, "Shit," He moans again.
William pulls his head back slightly, "You're enjoying this so much, like a slut," He smirks, diving again, nibbling around the hole with his teeth. Est groans, "So fucking what? Asshole,"
When William felt the skin around the hole soften a bit, he inserted the tip of his tongue as he pressed his lips to suck it properly. Est's thighs kept closing with the sensation, so William forcefully pushes them apart as he continues fucking his tongue in and out. Not stopping.
"Do more," Est tightens his grip on William's hair, "You're enjoying this too, like you're born to just eat my hole,"
William looks up at him, tongue still busy working, "What did you say?" He smirks, "You're moaning so loudly I can't hear you,"
Before Est could retaliate, William started shaking his head side to side and putting pressure on the tongue inside the hole, Est yelps, toe-curling, as he grinds back on it. William bobs his head forward and backward, fucking his tongue in and out expertly.
"Fuck, shit," Est grunts. Throwing his head back.
When William felt Est's thighs tremble in his shoulders, his moan getting higher and higher, he gave one last long suck before he immediately stopped, nibbling the relaxed skin around it, "You're not cumming yet," Est glared at him with that.
"Do I still need to finger you?" William wipes the drool on his chin using the back of his hand, "I fucked you good last night I bet your inside's still gaping,"
Est smirks, he pulls his ass up like automatic when William placed a pillow under his hips, elevating it, "It's not like your dick is that big anyway," He lied. William's dick is the biggest Est has had. No doubt in that.
William chuckles too, not even offended, "Yeah, my dick is so small you cried so hard when I first fucked you," William reached for the lube at the table beside him, smearing it to his three fingers, then leading it to Est's hole.
"I cried so hard because you fucking suck." Est spreads his ass cheeks willingly, waiting for William's finger like his mouth is not spitting hate on him. William shakes his head, amused, "I fucking suck? When you always come so hard, begging me to fuck you like a slut,"
"Go on, you can dream," Est moans when William inserts his fingers all at once. Gently, not forcing it in. William took no time, impatiently, he fucks his fingers back and forth with a hurried pace. Est groans harshly, "Slow down, motherfucker!"
"Take it," William grunts, scissoring his three fingers around the hole to stretch it. Est curses him out, arching his back when he felt it hit his spot immediately, "Just like I said, your hole still gaping you don't need any more preparations,"
"Then shut up and fuck me," Est hissed, glaring, "You can't wait anymore? Beg now," William stares at him, hands starting to fuck again in a brutal pace, fingering his hole insanely hard and fast. Est yelps, "William!"
"Beg for my cock, you're good at that," William lowers his head, breathes moist against Est's face, "Fuck you!" Est groans, his insides being roughly stretched open, and the squelching sounds are piercing through their ears.
"William!" Est calls out again when his thighs started to shake with the intensity, his abdomen suddenly twisting— fingers curled inside just the way Est likes it— and just in time William withdraws his fingers again. A loud pop echoed in the room, Est's hole stretched wide.
Est whines embarrassingly with the loss.
"What a slut," William whispers, kneeling properly, stroking his own cock lazily, "You're so desperate for my cock now, aren't you?"
Est glared at him, chest heaving up and down, "We both know who's more desperate between us," Est strokes William's cockhead, smearing the pre-cum around. He looks up, with a satisfied look, "You're leaking. If you have a pussy you would be dripping down your thighs,"
William leans down, breath hitting Est's face, "Says who? I'm not the one gaping here,"
"Your mouth will. When I fucking punch your jaw." Est shoots back, kissing William's jaw a little affectionately, totally opposite of what he said. Chest against chest, Est felt how William's body vibrated when he laughed.
William then taps his dick on Est's exposed hole, letting him feel the weight, he smears the lube and his pre-cum combined around the gaping hole. Their eyes not leaving each other, the tension keeps on igniting between them.
"There's a condom in the drawer," Est says, "Use it,"
William stops. That made him stop. His heart dropped.
A second passed, and his gaze immediately turned sharper, pupils dilated, piercing through Est's eyes. His sharp jaw clenches. The grip tightens, nails digging on Est's thighs.
Est raised his brow, confused, but his hole is asking to be rammed already so he started rummaging the drawer himself, then he tossed it on William's chest.
William chuckles sarcastically, annoyed, "Fuck,"
William can feel the heat crawling through his neck, to the back of his eyes, the rage makes his heart beat faster and faster, as his breath becomes uneven with frustration. His eyes flaring, "You fuck around now?" He asked.
Est furrowed his brows, "What are you talking about?"
William cracks his neck side to side as he aggressively tears the foil using his teeth. He chuckles again, furious, as he hurriedly slips the plastic over his dick, "Who is he?" William's jaw clenches.
Est, getting more annoyed, "Who the fuck?" Then he wraps his legs around William's waist, impatiently pulling him closer, "Are you going to fuck me or not?!"
Est could see how furious William is. He doesn't know why, but he can feel it. The grip on his waist tells him so, it is bruising he had to wince at the force, then William suddenly slams his whole length inside him without warning.
"Oh, my God!" Est chokes out a moan of surprise.
"Tell me who he is while I'm still asking nicely," William grabs both of Est's hands, pinning them above his head, grip so bruising Est had to whine, "Don't fucking piss me off," William says.
William is fucking him deepest, fastest— relentless. Est can't breathe with the intensity of the pounding, his eyes kept rolling backward, then he tried to push him away, "Who—You're too rough! Fuck!"
"Can he fuck you rougher than I do?" William whispers to him, hips thrusting brutally hard and fast directly on Est's spot, "Hmm? Is he bigger than me?" He whispers, harshly.
Est can't think. His confusion is being overshadowed by how hard William is driving into him, like every thrust, his whole body flows with the rhythm. Then William grabs both his cheeks with a hand, "Answer me,"
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Est screams in frustration, "Fuck, there, there, there, William!"
"Can he hit your spot better than I do?" William pushes Est's thighs higher, almost folding him in half, as his thrusts keep getting harder and harder. His mind is clouded by rage, his heart twists in something he can't explain, his abdomen feels like being punched, and so William pours all his anger into his thrusting.
"William! Too rough!" Est pulls him down again, hugging him tightly like his body is breaking apart, "Why are you so mad?!"
"We've been fucking raw for three years now, Est," William groans, his hips never stopping thrusting, his breath harsh in Est's face, "In those years, Est, it's only been you,"
If Est were sane enough, he would notice the hurt in William's voice. But when William pinches his nipple while he angles his thrusts to where Est feels insane enough, his mind would blank like he's on cloud nine.
"Williaaam!" Est screams when his thighs start shaking violently, his voice cracked in exhaustion, his back arches uncontrollably while his whole body keeps on riding up with the intensity. Est tries his best to comprehend what William is saying, but the relentless pounding he gets clouds his thoughts— he can't think straight, and his release keeps on knocking the edge.
Est's thighs were on William's shoulders, every time William leaned in— he was being folded in half like a paper. And the thrusts are getting deeper and harsher. Est is going feral.
"It's only you, Est," William grunts in his ear, anger evident in his voice, "I didn't even look in anyone's direction, in those three whole years, it's always just you,"
Est can't hear anything. He can't comprehend anything. He can't think of anything. His thighs were shaking, his eyes were rolling back, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, William, I'm going to come!" He tried his best to let his hands go from William's grip, then he immediately pushed William's abdomen to make him stop.
But William catches his hands again, angrily and aggressively pinning them above his head again.
Just when Est's abdomen contracted just right and enough to release his load, William suddenly pulls out and leans away from him, "You're not coming yet."
"Fuck!" Est arches his back at the sudden loss. Heavy breathing, tears rolling, his body kept on jolting with the denied pleasure, then he frustratedly looked at William, "Just... what is your problem?! What are you so mad about?!"
William pushes his hair back, controlling his frustrations while his dick keeps on leaking, "Why do you want me to use this fucking—," William aggressively sighs, looking at the packets beside them, "You're fucking around now? My body is not enough for you?"
Est chokes out an offended laugh, "That's what you take me for?" He places his foot on William's chest, pressing it, "This is my last bedsheet for the week because you keep on ruining it, that's fucking why asshole, I'm not fucking around,"
A moment of silence. Like realization creeping in. Not even embarrassed but relieved. Then William slowly tilts his head like a kid. His shoulders evidently relax. His expression softened, but his brows remained furrowed, "That's it?"
Est rolls his eyes, "You want assurance?" He places both his calves on William's shoulders again, crossing them behind the head, "I hate you so much, it's only you,"
William suddenly laughs, genuinely, "I was ready to kill someone you're seeing," He hurriedly rolls the condom off his dick, without breaking eye contact, "But I can't kill myself right? You're going to be so lonely," He leans in, kissing Est's neck a little too affectionately.
"You're going to buy me a hundred bed linens, piece of shit," Est hugs William, caressing his back, "I will buy you millions so I can fuck you a million times too," William replies.
"What's with the reaction anyway? It's not like we're dating," Est teases, "Maybe I should really fuck around?"
"Go on, if you really wanted me to see losing shit," William says, readjusting himself on top of Est, preparing himself to thrust again.
Est knew himself he was joking. They're exclusive. They talked about that even way before they started their unusual relationship. They are going to stop if there's emotions attached, or they would stop if they wanted something serious from other people. Three years later, neither of them talked about stopping.
Est was about to say something, but William suddenly thrust his length back to his gaping, wet hole. He grunts, biting William on the shoulder, "Fuck, Will," He moans.
William sets a slow pace but impossibly balls-deep and brutal, like he was pistoning inside, like he was marking himself inside. They look into each other's eyes, breathing against each other's faces, grunting loud and soft at the same time.
"You're mine," William whispers.
It is not a question, it is a declaration. Pure possessiveness. Pure claiming. Not aggressive, it was a matter of fact. He said it like Est has no right to refute— that it is an obvious since day one.
Est can't help but arch his back higher than usual, his hole stuffed full, being pounded crazily. His heart is full of an unexplainable reason he doesn't want to address, feeling the belongingness. He cries out, "William!"
"Hmm?" William keeps on hitting deeper, his hips starting to thrust faster in calculated moves in a way Est loves, "You're going to come?" Then Est nods desperately.
Willian leans back, both his hands strongly gripping the back of Est's thighs, he pushes it higher like he's folding an origami, and he fucks as he meant it. Est swears he saw stars, he yelps in a higher tone, "Shit!"
"You're mine, Est," William says it firmer this time, as his pounding gets more intense, sounds of skin slapping echo in the room along their harsh moans, "All of you, belong to me,"
Est places his hand on William's abdomen, trying to push him away again, "Shit! I'm going to come!"
William bites his lip, he focuses on thrusting, deeper and faster, and Est can feel it— just a little bit, more, here he comes— and William suddenly pulls out. Denying him once again.
"Fuck!" Est grunts in pure frustration. His hips were involuntarily thrusting upward searching for some friction. His hole gapes for nothing. His hand automatically wraps around his hard cock, he jerks it once and twice, before William pulls his hands away pinning it above his head.
"Your cock is mine too," William says.
"William," Est desperately called out, eyes glassy and pleading. William lowers his head to kiss his face all over, "Beg nicely. I will give it to you."
Est hesitates, a second passes, and he whispers almost inaudibly, "Please,"
William pulls back once again, looking down at him with a gentle smile, not annoying, just... fondly, "I can't hear you,"
Est desperately sighs, his sobs threatening to spill out of his mouth, realizing it's not that hard to say it out loud, so he says it again, "Please, William, let me come,"
"Do more," William brushes his hands along Est's shaft, "Beg more,"
A tear fell from Est's eye, he whispers again, more vulnerable this time, "Please, please, please, William,"
William smiles, tilting his head, "One more,"
Est folds his knees up high again, revealing his waiting hole without breaking eye contact, "Please, baby, please,"
William lost it, "What a good boy," He hurriedly aligns his own aching cock to Est's hole, driving it full in one brutal thrust. Then he grabs both of Est's legs, placing them both above his one shoulder, gripping the skin so tight, as he gives Est the pounding he deserves.
"Fuck, oh my God!" Est cries out.
"You're so good. You feel so good. And mine." William is losing it too, kissing and biting the leg on his shoulder. Est's hole is involuntarily clenching around his member, making it harder to control his release, so he just fucks harder— "Fuck, Est, I'm coming too!"
"William!" Est calls out, his voice is shaking, his eyes are glassy, his lips are swollen, "I'm yours,"
William felt an incredible tug in his chest, his abdomen suddenly contracted, "Say it again,"
Est's legs are shaking above William's shoulder, he chokes out a moan, he can feel he's nearing again, it's impossible to stop it, "Shit! I'm yours, William, only yours!"
And William pours out his satisfaction, grinning, angling his thrusts better to hit on Est's sweet spot as he deserves it, "Of course," He whispers, throwing his head back as he feels dizzy with all the pleasure and emotions all at once, "Come with me,"
Their body danced with familiarity, their body talked like they knew better than themselves, like it's the most natural thing in the world— like they're compatible, like they're born to just be together. And they kept on dancing.
Sweats and skin hitting on each other, ragged breaths and high-pitched moans echoing, the bed frame suddenly creaking with exhausted friction, their thrusts become more desperate for release, and in one deep thrust, their loads shoot together in the air. Hitting themselves.
"Fuck!" Both breathless. Both weak and drained. Both tired. Both satisfied and contented.
William lets himself fall on Est's body. The stickiness between them didn't matter as they felt the heat of each other. Their body kept on jolting while they were catching their breath, gripping each other, and letting themselves feel what's there to feel.
"Hey," Est was the one to break the silence.
William looks up to him, with soft eyes, still lying on Est's chest. Est caresses his hair gently when he finally calms down, "If you do that again, I will come up to the stage, get the microphone out of your hands, and strangle you with it,"
"And if you make me use condoms again out of nonsense reasons, I will edge you for a week," William whispers, reaching up to kiss Est's chin, then jaw, to his neck.
Est rolls his eyes, "What's wrong with using condoms anyway? From now on, we should start using it and practice safe sex—
William suddenly pulls out, "Shit," They both moaned, the cum inside Est flows out uncontrollably as he tries to clench and hold it, "See? I would clean you up and change the sheets for you every time just to see this,"
"You're a freak, you know that?" Est grunts.
He pulls William down the sheets beside him as their body automatically cuddles, his head on William's chest. William pulls him closer, sniffing his hair, "You're the freak here. Imagine being the student council president fucking the handsome and talented vocalist—
"Don't piss me off again, shithead," Est warns half-heartedly, his eyes closing slowly with all the tiredness tolling him for a week, and what happened in their day in general.
A moment has passed, only the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the calmed breaths can be heard, both relaxing to the warmth of each other, settling with familiarity and something they don't want to talk about.
Suddenly, Est asks, "You're mine too, right?"
William chuckles, pulling him more closely, affectionately kissing the top of Est's head, "You got me since day one, since you snatched the cigarette out of my mouth in our freshman year,"
"Oh, I hate you so much," Est rolls his eyes, remembering it. William then kisses him softly with a smile on his face, "I hate you too, baby,"
They hated each other so much that they tangled together when they slept that night. They ended up sleeping on a bare mattress after William did all the work as he should, and Est grumpily woke up saying he didn't finish the document he was working on that night.
They hate each other so much that they spend the weekend together, having brunch together, washing the dishes together, napping together on the couch that same afternoon, and watching their favorite series in the evening.
They hated each other so much that Est got sulky when William had to finally go home to his own place, saying, "Don't come back again, bastard, I will really change my passcode this time!" and William replying, "You always reject me every time I ask to just live together!"
They hated each other so much that they were seen bickering once again the following week, arguing over some nonsensical things in the parking lot, and finding each other again in the same bed that night.
Yeah, they definitely hate each other.