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Maybe that fanservice was really a bad idea.
When Stell jokingly asked the audience if he should take off his vest—which the crowd, of course, said yes to—Pablo gave him an affirming nod. And it’s not like it was his first time showing skin. Linggo-linggo na ngang nakikita ng mga tao ang braso niya, nakita na rin siyang topless sa vlogs nila dati, bukod pa sa nip-slip niya sa Manila con (na hindi nagustuhan ni Pablo kaya nang sumunod na leg ay napilitan siyang magsuot ng see-through underneath his jacket).
So bakit ito biglang nagpasimuno ng “put it on, put it on” chant? At bakit parang di ito natuwa nang hindi siya sumunod? Imagination niya lang siguro?
Kasi okay naman sila during their WYAT skit. Ang ganda pa ng ngiti nito sa kanya nang mag-photo op sila pagkatapos ng SLMT. Bakit may nag-iba during their final bow?
Ang cold nito kausap sa backstage, ang taray sa loob ng sasakyan sa buong biyahe nila pabalik ng hotel. Muntik niya na nga itong biruing nireregla na naman, kaso ay baka lalong magalit. Pwede namang magalit na lang din siya para ito ang manuyo sa huli, pero parang iba ang topak nito ngayon kaya hindi na siya sumugal.
Kung may nagawa man siyang hindi nagustuhan ni Pablo, they will surely talk it out later.
But the “talk” came in sooner than later, that is, exactly when they stepped inside their shared bedroom back at the hotel.
“Take it off,” mahina ngunit mariing wika ni Pablo habang nakatalikod sa kanya, may kung anong hinahanap sa bagahe.
Sa umpisa’y pinagdudahan pa ni Stell ang narinig, kaya nangungunot ang noong tinitigan niya ang likod ni Pablo. But Pablo turned to him only to repeat himself, now in a more commanding tone.
“I said take it off. Or do you need my help? Parang kanina wala kang kahirap-hirap tanggalin yung vest mo ah, ngayon hindi mo na kayang maghubad mag-isa?”
“Ah…” Stell nodded, nanunukso pa ang boses. “So galit ka nga. In fairness ang pro mo ha. Hindi halata kanina. Pero kung punishment ko ‘to pwede bang maligo muna? Ang lagkit ko na eh. Samahan mo na lang din ako para mabawasan init ng ulo mo.”
Stell was about take Pablo’s hand but the latter grabbed him by the chest of his black, leather jacket. Halos magtama ang mga mukha nila. Napanganga na lang sa gulat si Stell, at sa mismong mga labi niya bumulong si Pablo:
“Just do as I say, babe, before I rip that stupid shirt of yours in two.”
Stell had to raise his hands in surrender before Pablo let him go. Not that he didn’t like the idea of getting undressed that way. In fact, he thought that would be sexy. Yet it had been days since they last had sex so Stell might as well indulge his boyfriend in whatever play he was planning for them tonight.
He would have put on a show peeling his clothes if only Pablo was all eyes on him instead of going back to finding whatever in his luggage. Ano ba kasing hinahanap nito? Lube? Condom? Meron naman na sa drawer ng bedside table (noong nakaraang gabi niya pa inilagay para lang handa na).
When Pablo looked back a second time, his tops were already neatly folded above one of the fluffy foot stools. Pablo’s eyes went down his lower half and gestured him to take his pants off, too.
As he did, Pablo threw Stell’s favorite toy on the bed, before going around the bed to retrieve the lube from the drawer. Iyon naman ang sunod nitong inihagis sa kama saka muling naglakad papunta sa sulok, paupo sa silya sa tabi ng bintana. He looked gorgeous just sitting there, the city lights as his back drop because the curtains were pulled open. Nasa 19th floor naman sila, walang ibang makakakita ng kahubdan niya. O ng kahalayang magaganap.
Stell assumed he was supposed to remove his shoes and socks too, so he did, teeth digging into his lower lip in a strange mix of unease and anticipation. Now his naked glory was on full display while Pablo remained fully clothed.
And it wasn’t fair.
Whenever they did it, their clothes would be flying off left and right. Sanay silang hubaran ang isa’t isa—habang papasok ng kwarto, habang naghihipuan ng katawan, habang mainit na naglalaplapan na parang walang bukas.
If Stell didn’t feel cold—ewan niya kung sa aircon ba ‘yon o sa pakikitungo mismo ni Pablo sa kanya ngayon—he would have stomped his feet and complained.
He looked at Pablo, who had this seemingly bored expression, except the crotch of his pants was starting to tent from the mere sight of his nakedness. It made Stell smirk a little.
“On the bed,” was Pablo’s next instruction, which Stell followed without a word. For now. Stell made sure to spread his legs just right to let Pablo have a glimpse of his cute, winking hole in hopes of enticing the latter.
God, he couldn’t wait to be ravished! He wanted Pablo’s lips against his, his boyfriend’s wet, hot tongue inside his mouth. He wanted the latter’s hands all over him, his raging hard-on inside him—
“Now fuck yourself while I watch.”
Stell pouted cutely at umungol na parang batang may tantrums. “Ikaw gusto ko!”
“Gusto mo mag-fanservice di ba? Ako ang audience mo ngayon. Mag-fanservice ka sa’kin.”
Stell tried to buy his boyfriend with his puppy eyes but Pablo only shifted in his seat, his tone of voice growing significantly darker as he said:
“Just be a good boy and I might fuck you.”
Stell couldn’t help the bolt that ran down his spine at those words, at the heavy-lidded gaze only him was allowed to see. He swore Pablo could make him cum with his accent alone. But he’d save the idea for another time.
He grabbed the lube and looked his boyfriend straight in the eyes. “Fine. Challenge accepted!”
Stell slid himself further up the bed, propping a pillow in between his lower back and the headboard before uncapping the bottle with one hand, letting the sweet smell of strawberries fill the room.
He poured a nasty amount of lube in his hand on a rather exaggerated manner, letting the excess drip from the gaps between his fingers, down his navel, or trickle down his beautiful cock. Some went down his inner thighs, until it drenched the poor bedsheet underneath his huge ass.
He started warming up the lube. There was still way too much liquid in his palm that rubbing his hands together only made lewd squelching noises reminiscent of when his ass was filled to the brim with lube and jizz and Pablo’s monster cock fucking him to oblivion at the height of his oversensitivity.
The memory made him gasp.
When he deemed the lube warm enough, he spread his legs wider and started circling his hole. He could feel himself twitch at his every touch, and a soft hiss went past his lips when he finally tried to breach his entrance. God, he’s tight! He had a lot of loosening up to do.
He was not used to fingering himself. It had always been Pablo’s job—stretching him good, eating him out, pleasuring him until he comes once, twice. And then Pablo will finally take him, when he’s all soft and spongey, eyes rolling at the back of his head, drooling in ecstasy, and his brains all foggy from pleasure.
He deftly reached for the dildo, kissing its head and giving it kitten licks. The toy was thick and textured, mimicking veins and with extra bumps and ridges. He closed his eyes as he let the head slip past his lips, tracing its tiny slit with his tongue.
Soon he was able to insert another finger in him. His digits were nice and wet and they break into the tight rings of muscles rather easily. It made him suck the toy more, until the head was already reaching the back of his throat. It was good, but nothing like Pablo’s hot, throbbing cock going in and out of his mouth.
When he opened his eyes, he was met with Pablo’s lust-filled stare. The man—his man—was all eyes on him.
Nakamasid lang ito. Nanonood. Pinagpapakasasa ang sarili sa kahalayang nakahain sa harap nito.
Pablo shifted in his seat again, pulling the collar of his shirt a bit to give himself space to breathe. Tumaas na lang ang kilay ni Stell nang makita ang paglunok nito.
Good job, self! Stell affirmed himself.
Stell pulled the silicon dick from between his lips, ensuring to leave a long thread of saliva connecting its head and his tongue. His palm was still slick from the lube and he started jerking the dildo, wetting and warming it up while his other hand went on readying his entrance. Before he knew it, he was three fingers in.
Pablo was already brushing a finger over his lower lip. Kulang na lang ay kagatin nito ang sarili mapigilan lang ang panggigigil. Lalong ibinuka ni Stell ang mga hita upang akitin ang nobyong daluhan siya sa kama.
Pero matigas si Pablo—matigas na—at ayaw pa ring bumangon sa kinauupuan. Parang gusto lang talaga nitong manood.
Edi bigyan ng panonoorin!
With his index and middle fingers, Stell tried to stretch himself open to accommodate the dildo. He coated it and his walls plenty that the tip slid nice and smooth. There was a slight burn, but it felt good. He pushed a little, letting his lower mouth suck it in further.
God, it was so good his moan sounded so wrong and sinful and—did he just hear Pablo grunt in his seat?
Stell’s lashes seemed to grow heavy that it got harder to keep his eyes open. And Pablo was now removing his jacket. Was he going to join him now?
“Go on, baby. Fuck yourself for me.”
Stell clicked his tongue but obeyed nonetheless. Pasasaan ba’t hindi rin siya matitiis ni Pablo. Maya-maya lang din ay tatabihan siya nito sa kama, mainit na aangkinin ang kanyang mga labi habang isinisiksik ang sarili sa pagitan ng kanyang mga hita.
Maya-maya lang ay maglalabas ito ng sandata para atakihin siya’t barurutin nang paulit-ulit. Maya-maya lang ay dadalhin siya nito sa rurok.
Maya-maya lang ay—putanginang mamaya yan!
Stell couldn’t wait so he parted his legs to his limit that it hurt, letting his partner see the fake dick going in and out of his hole, doing what’s supposed to be Pablo’s job—fucking him, splitting him open, stirring his guts.
He was actually having troubles doing that last part. He was still so tight he was only able to push a couple more inches inside him. He started thrusting his hips, meeting every twist of his wrist, trying to accommodate more of the silicone cock.
Fuck, it felt good!
Stell may not be used to playing with himself, but it wasn’t his first time masturbating either. He had done it before, a few of times, back when he was missing his boyfriend but the pandemic had to stand in between them. It had always felt more taxing back then. It made him feel even lonelier, only made him miss Pablo more.
Now it felt different. It was hot. Pleasurable. Sinfully amazing.
Dahil ba pinapanood siya ni Pablo? Dahil kitang-kita niya sa mga mata nito ang libog at pananabik sa kanya? Ang hirap nitong magpigil at lapitan siya kahit pa pagkasikip-sikip na ang pantalon nito?
Aw, his poor clingy baby!
His left hand started roaming his body, touching himself all over in Pablo’s stead, starting from his thick, milky thighs. He gave his cock a few pumps, thumbing his leaking head before bringing a stained finger to his mouth and lapping the precum up. There was still the faint smell of strawberries in his skin, his hand still slick and sticky from all the excess lube he played with earlier. He wiped it on his neck, anticipating Pablo’s tongue in him, tasting strawberries and sweat in his skin.
His roaming hand went down his chest and ended up circling and pulling on a nipple. He pinched himself hard, imagining his nails were Pablo’s teeth on him, and the wet pad of his thumb Pablo’s tongue. The image made him ride his dildo faster.
The dildo was nice and snug in between his walls, almost a perfect fit despite the bumps and unnatural textures, and he was getting closer and closer to the base. He must have pushed too much and found his favorite spot that a shaky moan escaped him, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Fuck, he can’t come yet! Not yet. Not like this. Not without his man beside him.
Stell reached out his hand, inviting Pablo to join him. But his boyfriend must have been blinded by lust that he couldn’t see Stell, he wouldn’t reach back. He was just sitting there and biting his lower lip. Hard. A bit more and Stell was afraid Pablo would draw blood.
“Pau… please.”
Tears started welling up Stell’s eyes, back arching as he rode the fake dick repeatedly, as he tried to reach his peak but not really. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed Pablo.
But Pablo stood his ground, ass remained planted on his stupid seat that he won’t move. It was an insult that he wasn’t even touching himself when his length and shape were already obvious underneath the tight pants all from watching Stell.
Tanginang self-control yan! Stell would have complained if his mind wasn’t all fuzzy from the pleasure. He increased his pace, pulled on his nipple harder, his toes curling and body shivering from the worldly sensations.
Yet it remained not enough.
“Paulo!” It was meant to be complaint, but it came out as a breathy, needy moan and Stell just wanted to cry. But he didn’t want to beg. He never had to beg. Pablo was always giving him whatever he asked, whenever he asked.
“Paulo, please, please, please!” He whined, kneeling now on the mattress, hips thrusting and ass bouncing down the toy until the base was squished in between his massive cheeks. He was filled yet he wasn’t satisfied, full to the brim but open arms remained empty.
God, he so wanted to cum, but it felt so wrong feeling so good all on his own when Pablo’s right in front of him. When Pablo could give him more, bring him to paradise and satisfy him with his fat cock, hot and pulsating in between the tight rings of muscles, violating his insides, crushing his prostrate until he was reduced to a panting mess, eyes turning white, body pliant to the smallest touch from his boyfriend’s adept fingers.
“Mahal,” Stell pleaded yet again, teary-eyed now, but Pablo was acting like he wasn’t hearing anything. “I need you. Mahal, please!”
“Is your toy not enough?” Pablo finally, finally moved from the couch, taking his sweet time walking towards the bed. Pablo sat beside him and wrapped an arm around him before kissing his temple softly. Pablo’s body was warm; his heat was so good against Stell’s sweaty skin, and yet the half hug only made him quiver, as if a bolt was sent to run the course of his back.
Stell immediately clutched Pablo’s shirt, breathing his pleas into the blonde’s lips as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. “Mahal, please. I need you. I need this.” He palmed Pablo’s erection. He could feel how hot and hard it is despite the thick material of his pants. If his mind wasn’t all foggy, he would have smirked when Pablo hissed at his touch. But he was so lost in lust that his body already had a mind of its own, and it kept bouncing on the silicone cock, making him look not-so-convincing.
“Parang kaya mo namang mag-isa. But sure, let me help.”
Pablo touched Stell’s neglected cock, red and angry at the head, tip crying pre-cum because that was all it could release when Stell’s not able to climax on his own.
“No~!” Stell tried to push Pablo’s hand away. He didn’t want to cum yet, not like that.
“Akala ko ba kailangan mo ng tulong?” Pablo teased, jerking his dick slowly before circling the tiny hole with his thumb.
Stell bit his lower lip, back arching at the sensation. He clutched Pablo’s shirt harder, crumpling the poor fabric underneath his shaky hand as his body started spasming from the pleasure.
“M-Mahal… Not like-not like this, please. Hngg…”
Pablo bit the shell of his ear, sending more shivers down his spine when he said: “Come for me, baby.”
The words worked like a command and Stell could only bit his lips harder to stop himself from obeying. He shook his head hard. He wouldn’t cum until Pablo was inside him, snug between his walls, and rearranging his guts.
“God. Paulo! Please! Kantutin mo na ‘ko please!”
But Pablo only hushed him softly, planting butterfly kisses all over his crying face.
“Just come for me, babe. I promise to reward you later for being a good boy.”
Stell didn’t answer anymore, but clung his arms around Pablo’s neck, biting his boyfriend’s shoulder to muffle his cries as he fucked himself over and over using the cold, fake dick. Pablo’s hand met the rolling of his hips, jerking him good until the knot in his stomach was ready to explode.
Stell raised his head to let Pablo admire the beauty that was his orgasm face but the latter chose to claim his mouth in a searing kiss, hot and wet, tongue and teeth. Pablo swallowed up the moans that dared escape his throat when he finally climaxed, body convulsing from all the stimuli.
He came all over his lover, shooting jizz up their chins, or the chest of Pablo’s oversized shirt, down the abdomen, making a masterpiece of creamy, white streaks in varying length and thickness on that black canvass.
A few more pumps of Pablo’s hand and Stell began to come down his orgasmic high. His pants and occasional sobs echoed around the room, lingering in the silence enveloping them. Mabuti na lang talaga at dalawa lang sila sa kwarto.
Wait—
“Nasa’an si Jah?”
Agad nangunot ang noo ni Pablo nang sa oras na makabawi ng hininga si Stell ay ibang lalaki agad ang hinahanap nito. And to think Pablo’s long fingers were still around Stell’s length.
“Ayaw mo bang makantot o gusto mong lalong maparusahan? Wasak ka talaga sa’kin!”
Nanlaki na lang ang mga mata ni Stell sa narinig bago siyang itulak ni Pablo pahiga sa kama. Parang biglang naglaho ang lahat ng pagod niya kanina nang paibabawan siya ng nobyo. Napatakip pa siya kunwari ng mga mata, nakasilip naman sa siwang sa pagitan ng mga dalari para panoorin ang mabilisang paghuhubad nito.
So... was that fanservice really a bad idea? Mukhang iba na ang opinyon ni Stell ngayon. In fact, he's now looking forward to a sexier, braver, more scream-inducing fanservice on their next concert. Looking forward din siya sa sexier, braver, at mas nakakabaliw na punishment pag nagkataon.
(Omake)
Nakatihaya lang si Josh sa gitna ng kama, nakaunat ang mga kamay at paa habang tulala sa puting-puting kisame. Nasa kabilang kama lang si Justin, naglalaro ng kung ano sa laptop.
“Bakit ka nga ulit nandito?” tanong ni Josh. Gusto niya ring maglaro pero naunahan pa siya ni Justin sa sariling laptop kahit pa nga ba sa kabilang kwarto ito dapat na tumuloy.
“Eh bawal nga muna kasi ako dun sa kwarto namin. Wala namang sinabi si Pau directly, pero yung tingin niya sa’kin kanina sa sasakyan jusko! Kung alam mo lang! Kulang na lang mabutas batok ko sa sama ng tingin sa ‘kin. Pwede namang mag-chat na lang kung ayaw niya muna ako sa kwarto namin di ba? Haay, ang hirap maging third wheel sa mga mag-jowa! Speaking of, asan jowa mo?”
Nakatingin pa rin sa kisame, nagkibit-balikat lang si Josh. Sa pagkakaalam niya’y pumasok ng banyo si Ken, pero hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa ito lumalabas. O baka lumabas na’t hindi lang nila napansin?
Weird, Josh thought.
Ang totoo, kanina pang minumura ni Ken si Justin sa loob ng banyo habang mabilis na nagsasalsal. Isang linggo pa bago ang sunod nilang leg kaya pwede niya na sanang lumpuhin si Josh, kung hindi lang talaga sa kwarto nila dumirecho si Justin. Anak ng pusanggala nga naman! Sira ang bebe time nilang magjowa!