The room was dimly lit, empty except for Pond and Phuwin, with the intimacy coach sitting silently in the corner.
They had just begun the workshop for their upcoming series, Me and Thee.
Today's exercise was about closing the distance, eliminating hesitation, and making physical contact feel natural.
The coach's voice was steady as she gave the instruction:
"No words. Just move. Close the space between you until nothing is between you."
Phuwin stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his gaze locked on Pond.
The events of that morning still burned in his mind. He wasn't sure if he was pissed at Pond for leaving him hanging or for acting like kissing him had been a mistake.
During the entire car ride here, Phuwin had been thinking about one thing-how to make Pond regret not taking what he had been freely given.
Pond didn't move. He didn't break eye contact. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as the space between them shrank.
Flashes of Phuwin-breathless, flushed, moaning under him-filled his head.
He couldn't look away. It was as if Phuwin had him under a spell.
When Phuwin finally reached him, he didn't hesitate. His fingers traced the sharp line of Pond's jaw before sliding down to his lips, grazing over them with unbearable slowness.
Pond shuddered. His breath hitched. The proximity, the lightness of Phuwin's touch-it was too much.
His lips parted, his hands twitched at his sides. The air between them was thick, suffocating.
The coach spoke again.
"Touch him like you want him to stay."
Phuwin's fingers drifted lower, from Pond's lips to the curve of his neck, then down to his chest. A teasing squeeze. Then lower still-his stomach, his waist, until his fingertips reached the hem of Pond's trousers.
Pond swallowed hard. His breathing was unsteady, and his body was betraying him.
Phuwin's touch was featherlight, torturous, his fingers teasing the edge of Pond's waistband as if considering slipping beneath.
Phuwin's eyes never left his.
Pond let out a quiet, involuntary moan. His head dipped, lips barely brushing Phuwin's. Their noses touched.
"Phuwin," Pond whispered, barely audible, not wanting the coach to hear. "Please stop."
But Phuwin didn't. His fingers pressed more firmly against the growing evidence of Pond's arousal, and Pond thought he might lose his mind.
The coach's voice came again, soft, almost a whisper.
"Phuwin, lean into Pond longingly."
Phuwin obeyed, closing the last of the space between them. Their bodies were flush now. Pond was burning up.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Without thinking, Pond pulled Phuwin closer, grinding against him, desperate for relief. Phuwin stiffened, trying to break free, but Pond held firm.
Their lips were just about to meet
"Now, stop right before you kiss."
The coach's voice cut through the haze, snapping Pond back to reality.
He let go of Phuwin immediately, taking a shaky step back.
His chest heaved as he struggled to regain control. He was thankful for the dim lighting-if it had been any brighter, there would be no hiding just how hard he was.
This had never happened before.
Slowly, he turned to look at Phuwin.
Not a single sign of struggle. Not a hint of fluster.
Phuwin stood there, looking completely unaffected.
Pond was the only one like this.
Was it because of what happened that morning?
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The moment the coach left the room, Pond didn't hesitate.
He grabbed Phuwin, pulling him flush against his body, his grip firm, his intentions clear.
Phuwin remained expressionless as he met Pond's gaze. "What are you doing?"
"Finishing what you started."
Phuwin blinked, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about? I didn't start anything."
Pond let out a sharp breath, his disbelief evident. "If you didn't do anything, then why the hell am I like this?" Pond said pointing at his arousal
Phuwin barely reacted. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something that wasn't quite a smile. "How am I supposed to know why you're getting hard?" His tone was annoyingly casual. "All I did was follow the coach's instructions."
Pond's jaw clenched. "Are you messing with me, Phuwin? Did the coach tell you to play with my dick?" His lips hovered dangerously close to Phuwin's, their breaths mingling.
Phuwin's smirk deepened. "I was just doing my job Pond, learn how to control yourself"
Before Pond could say another word, Phuwin pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons.
"My ride will be here soon." His voice was calm and controlled-like he hadn't just driven Pond to the brink of insanity.
"You don't have to drop me off. I'll be leaving first."
And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked out, not sparing Pond another glance.
Pond stood frozen, his thoughts a mess, his body aching with unresolved tension.
He exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair, frustration boiling over.
"Is he trying to pay me back for this morning?"
A groan of frustration left his lips. He was confused. He was hard.
"Fuck."
He shut his eyes, trying-and failing-to calm himself down.
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