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>> FULL NAME: Anon "Non" Nikulaphon >> MEANING: ▪ Anon (joy, delight, pleasure) ▪ Ni (lead) ▪ Kul (family) ▪ Phon (Blessing) >> NICKNAME: Non >> DATE OF BIRTH: 1st of July, 1998, Wednesday, Afternoon >> AGE: 26 y/o >> SIGN: Cancer ♋️ >> ORIENTATION: Homoromantic Demisexual >> GENDER: Cisgender Male >> UNIVERSE: 404 Error

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>> FACE CLAIM: Peat Wasuthorn >> HEIGHT: 175cm // 5'9 // slender >> WEIGHT: 65kg // 143 pounds // slim >> HAIR: Naturally black // recently dyed golden blonde // short at base of his neck, longer at the front // grows quickly >> EYES: Deep brown // double eyelid // almond shaped // often lined >> CLOTHING: Designer // fitted suits for business and public events // baggy and hanging off of his frame when at home // likes to show off some of his skin // prefers darker tones >> OTHER: Sharp jaw-line // ear piercing on both ears // full lips // lower back dimples // no tattoos // small scar on the side of his forehead, hidden by his hair // no birthmarks // beauty mark on his neck // manicured nails

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>> STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES: Intelligent // Calculating // Competitive // Stubborn // Reliable // Proud // Studious // Business-Savvy // Well-Spoken // Independent // Slightly Sadistic // Protective // Judgemental // Holds Grudges // Jealous // Possessive >> LIKES: His family // Fashion // Jewellery // Music // Posting on social media // Soft beds // Interior design >> DISLIKES: Loud noises // Fake people // Rowdy parties // Those who have wronged him // Public transport

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>> HOMETOWN: Bangkok, Thailand >> RESIDENCES: Family properties and/or hotels located in: Bangkok, Thailand // Songkhla, Thailand // Krabi, Thailand // Chumphon, Thailand // Beijing, China // Shanghai, China // Tokyo, Japan >> NATIONALITY: Thai >> ETHNICITY: Half-Thai, Half-Chinese >> FINANCIAL STATUS: One of Thailand's Top 10 Most Rich Families >> EDUCATION: Graduated university, majority in Business and Finance Management with a minor in International Studies >> OCCUPATION: Interior designer, has his own business >> SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Fluent in Thai and Southern Thai dialect, English, Mandarin, can understand Lao, is learning Japanese

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>> FAMILY TREE: Sapol Nikulaphon (Grandfather) // Keit Nikulaphon (Father) // Jiang Lee (Mother) // Ploy (Father's Ex-Wife) // Chariya (Step-Sister, 35 y/o) // Niram (Step-Brother, 33 y/o) // Three nieces // Two nephews >> PETS: None >> ROMANCE: Boon (Ex-Boyfriend, together for 3 years, have been broken up for 1 year) // Various flings >> BACKSTORY: Anon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth as the youngest child of the well-known Nikulaphon family. His great-great grandfather played a significant political role in the shaping of the nation before eventually branching out into property management, quickly making a name for himself as a business tycoon. Currently, the Nikulaphon family owns more than sixty-percent of Thailand’s hotels and have expanded to construct their own line of hotels in China, which has proven to be incredibly successful.

Anon’s parents married for love, after many years of longing and suffering. They were high school sweethearts, dreaming of spending the rest of their lives together, before being forced apart by Anon’s grandfather. The patriarch of the family had already organised an arranged marriage for his son, forcing the two lovebirds apart. The marriage between Keit Nikulaphon and his socialite wife Ploy was not a good one, and they hardly spent any time together; Keit would be away on business for months, burying himself into his work to avoid going back home unless he had to. Their relationship did strengthen after a few years and they did have two beautiful children together, which satisfied the requirement for an heir to the Nikulaphon business, and allowed them to open talks with their grandfathers for a divorce. It was granted, as long as their children – Anon’s step-siblings Chariya and Niram – remained with the Nikulaphon family. Now a free man, Keit contacted his first love, Jiang, and rekindled their relationship. From that marriage, Anon was born. Keit and Jing were worried about the reaction this would garner from Keit’s father; but to their surprise, he loved the baby with all of his heart. The years watching his son suffering in a marriage he hadn’t wanted gave the old man a new perspective on life, and so he vowed to treat his latest grandson with all the love he had to give.

Anon has a good relationship with his parents and grandfather, but not with his siblings. Chariya and Niram are much older than him, and have never paid him any mind, making him feel like an outsider in his own home. He knows he’ll probably never inherit the business his great-great grandfather started, but he still studied business and finance management just to be helpful, and to prove himself worthy of his family’s greatness.

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>> FEARS: TBA >> PHOBIAS: N/A >> HANDICAPS: N/A >> MENTAL DISORDERS: N/A >> PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A >> PREDISPOSITIONS:

anonnikulaphon

Red was big. Half of his cock had been shoved into Anon's tight hole, unable to push in any further without causing the heir pain. Anon's breath hitched and he bit down onto his bottom lip, his mind consumed by the length that penetrated him, all other thoughts slowly thrown out the window. The fact that they were still at their wedding, in a closet, with staff walking along the corridors right outside the door that Anon was pressed against - it slowly started not to matter to the recently married man, who could only concentrate on what his husband was doing to him. Keeping his cock inside of Anon like a reminder of who his hole was made for, all while their heir humped up into the man's hand. All the while, Anon tried to plead with Red about how much he wanted him.

Anon let out a choked noise when Red pulled himself out, replacing his thick cock with fingers that kept Anon's hole stuffed. His hole clenched tight around the digits, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled when his husband's hot breath was at his ear.

“Do you now? We’ll see about that…”

A third finger was slid inside of Anon and the heir moaned, resting his forehead against the door, hands on either side of his face. Red dragged his hands in and out of him, removing them momentarily to spit on them, before the resumed spreading him open. Anon's ass was stuck out for the man to do with as he pleased, eventually beginning to thrust backward whenever Red pushed his fingers inside, loosening his hole with wet noises that seemed to echo in the broom closet.

“I think you’re about ready now… You’re loose enough…”

"I'm ready for you P'Re- ahhh..."

Anon bit his lower lip, eyes squeezing shut as Red's cock was once again at his entrance, pushing through the loosened ring of muscle all the way to the hilt. His breath hitched when he felt the entirety of his husband now nestled within him, tight walls gripping onto Red's cock, as if never wanting to let him go.

A part of Anon felt complete, then. Made him feel more whole than he had ever been before. He had been wanting this since they were teenagers, fantasising that it would happen during one of those summers where all they did was occupy each other's time, totally inseparable. Anon had imagined they'd share their first kiss at the creek they used to swim out, only a bike ride away from Red's estate, where it would only be the two of them and the water as their witness. He thought they'd go on their first date in the city, catching a movie or hitting an arcade, laughing as they tried to outscore each other on the retro machines. That hope had been shattered when Red stopped talking to him all those years ago - and rather than let it upset Anon, he used it as fuel, driving him into making every decision he could to somehow bring the Red he remembered back into his life - even if that meant forcing him into a marriage he hadn't wanted.

But Red... this Red... he wouldn't understand that. All those emotions, the memories, the feelings that Anon had kept hidden inside - this Red didn't have those. He only saw Anon as someone he thought he loved, because that's what Anon had told him. He saw Anon as someone who wanted to break up with him, which was the last thing Anon had wanted to do. Their relationship had become more complex than anything Anon could have thought of. They shouldn't be together right now, not with Red being lied to about his past, and Anon clutching onto a false version of the present that he was at fault of constructing. They shouldn't be married under these circumstances. They shouldn't be having sex like lovers when they were still nothing but strangers.

Anon's heart ached. He should stop this, but doing so might make Red think he truly didn't want him - and he couldn't risk that outcome. Not after seeing how bad of an effect it had had on him last time, when Anon suggested they "break up". There would be no salvaging anything after that.

Plus... Anon didn't want to stop.

He was selfish. Entitled. Everything he wanted had been handed him on a silver platter throughout his entire life.

Except Red.

He had had to work to be here with Red. And he wasn't going to let go, when he finally got what he wanted.

“Ah, fuck… You’re so hot and tight. You’re gonna break my cock by how tight you are.”

Anon gasped, feeling his cheeks be roughly handled by Red, who squeezed the globes around his cock. The sensation had his inner walls pressed up even further against the man's girth, causing his dick to leak heavily at his front, dripping down onto his pristine white lace lingerie. Red wasn't even fucking him yet - just had his cock inside of him, rewriting Anon's insides to remember him simply with its presence.

As if Anon could ever have another person enter him, now. Red could rewire his brain and body to only ever think of him, and Anon would be happy about it.

"You feel so good inside me P'Red," Anon moaned, enjoying himself in this position, not even caring anymore about the world beyond the door he was leaning again.

And then his blood chilled, when Red said something that he shouldn't have any knowledge of.

“Just like our time in the elevator, huh. Fuck… You’re so hot. Even then, you were so hot… You made me cum a lot… But I know this is the first time I’m tasting your hole.”

The heir's eyes widened, mouth agape, but before he could turned around to say anything Red fucked into him hard. Anon could hardly breathe, choking on his words as he felt his husband's cock penetrate him repeatedly, drawing out another moan from the heir's mouth.

How did Red remember the elevator? Weren't all of his memories of Anon gone? The morning after they had fooled around in that elevator, Red had been gone from Anon's penthouse apartment. They never addressed it - Anon didn't even think Red remembered what had happened because he had been so drunk. Had Red... lied then? About remembering? And if this Red now had memory of that incident... would he be back to that old self?

Anon's heart stopped momentarily, because if Red was gaining his memories back now it would be the worst possible time. He waited, trembling, wondering when Red was going to recognise who he was fucking and shove him away, shout at him for having lied to him about their relationship while he had amnesia, thinking it was all over now - but that didn't happen. Blessedly, the Red behind Anon still seemed to be the one who had woken up in that hospital bed all those weeks ago.

Unaware that he was being lied to, and still in love with Anon.

It was the closest call of Anon's life. He almost lost everything he had worked for.

Anon let out a small hiss when he felt his husband pull out and get on his knees, drawing him back to the present.

“Hold yourself open… I wanna fuck you with my tongue.”

A warm, wet tongue instantly pressed itself against Anon's furled hole. The heir groaned, his legs spreading even further where he stood, hands reaching down to cup his cheeks and pull them apart to accommodate his husband's actions. The man's muscle pushed inside, alongside his finger, lewd sounds filling Anon's ear as he was tongue-fucked by Red. He couldn't control his noises anymore - feeling Red's talented tongue pierce him and work his hole open had him moaning, his neglected cock twitching and throbbing with every movement.

“Tell me how it feels.”

"F-fuck, P'Red... f-feels so fucking good inside me," Anon panted, his hot breath condensing against the wooden door. HIs cock was pressed against it too, the leaking tip smearing pre-cum over it, dribbling down onto the floor. "W-wanna cum so bad-"

“Hmmmmm… Don’t you dare cum yet… You’ll cum when I tell you you can cum…”

"P'Red!"

Anon cried out - both in protest at being told not to cum and out of pleasure - when his husband's actions intensified, his tongue drilling him even harder now. His brain was mush, all coherent thoughts gone as he pushed back against the tongue wetly licking and sucking at his inner walls. His gaping hole was soft and open when Red pulled away a final time, getting back up and sliding his cock in without a warning. Anon moaned, squeezing around his husband's member, their hips moving as one as they fucked against the door. Red was moaning loudly, not holding back, and it felt so good to hear his husband enjoy his body that Anon wanted to do the same. He cried out from the pleasure, moaning Red's name in the small space, the door shaking from the intensity of their fucking, rattling against the frame. Anon was so hard he could burst - he wanted to touch himself, to release the pent-up sexual energy he had been trying to keep a cap on since that day in the studio, but didn't want to disappoint Red. Instead, Anon turned his head to the side, twisting his arm behind him to thread his fingers into Red's hair, bringing the other's lips against his. He crashed their mouths together, moaning into a kiss so rough it was going to bruise his lips, his tongue tasting himself on Red's as he licked the wet crevice.

"P'Red," Anon moaned his husband's name as he kissed his mouth, his cock-head leaking like a faucet with pre-cum and balls heavy where they hung between his legs. "Touch me, please," Anon begged, desperate for his husband to fist his dick as he had before. "I want to cum with you touching me- a-ahh! Fuck," Anon was interrupted, his body jolting when Red's cock brushed against his sensitive prostate. "P-please, let me cum-!"

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If the door wasn’t as sturdy as it was, Red would’ve been slightly concerned when he started pounding inside his husband. The hardwood frame made noises as he pinned Anon’s body against it but he truly didn’t care. Meanwhile, a small group of staff walked by outside and heard strange noises but did not investigate. They would be surprised if they did, finding one of the most well-known figure in the country half naked and bent over in the closet, whining about wanting to cum -

"P'Red… Touch me, please… I want to cum with you touching me- a-ahh! Fuck… P-please, let me cum-!"

Red only groaned in response, his fingers digging into Anon’s firm ass as he watched his own cock slide in and out nicely through his husband’s tight hole. “Not yet,” his jaw clenched, nipping at the man’s lower lip when the other turned to grasp at his hair and kiss him. “Hmmmm… Fuck,” he cursed, pulling away and placing a hand on the back of Anon’s head, pushing his husband’s face on the frame of the door. “You’re gonna have to hold it a little longer, babe,” he panted, eyebrow in a knot, hand running down Anon’s back - He missed calling Anon babe and once he uttered the word, he felt this sense of possessiveness coursing through him. “This feels too good… I don’t wanna cum yet,” and pulled out without a warning.

He turned his husband around and attacked the man’s mouth - lips, tongue, teeth, they tasted Anon so many times and yet, they seemed unsatisfied as they pried the other’s lips. Meanwhile, one of his hands reached between them, palm up he cupped Anon’s balls and squeezed lightly. “Hold it,” he repeated, his words firm. He then swiped, a tongue over the other’s lips. “A little longer and I’ll make you feel so good,” he promised, fingers then wrapped around his husband’s leaking cock, thumb gently pushed the head’s slit.

Red then looked down, marvelling at his husband’s pretty cock, “The second you cum without my permission, I’m going to stuff this hole with a plug next time…” He warned then, a smirk spread across his lips. “That could be fun actually. Give you another reason to squirm and beg… Have you gotten your cock hole plugged before?” He was getting way too excited at the thought, biting Anon’s lips as he stared down the man’s brown eyes. Anon’s cock would be a lot prettier plugged… “You might enjoy it,” his hands moving tortuously along his husband’s length, teasing, edging. “I like it when you beg…” He then whispered and went back to manipulating Anon’s slit, the heavy feeling from earlier set to the side. He was focused on Anon and the torture of his husband’s body.

anonnikulaphon

Anon could hardly hold himself back from moaning as Red pounded him into the door, the wooden frame shaking with every slam of the man against him. His hole was squeezing Red tightly whenever he deeply thrust inside, stretching him wide with its solid girth, his globes being squeezed and played with as the other fucked into him. Anon had his hand fisted back into Red's hair, messing up the perfectly styled wedding locks with the way his fingers clutched onto them, tilting his own head to kiss the man in-between begging to cum. He hoped that Red would relieve him of the pressure nestled between his own legs, his hard dick bobbing with the force, the tip of it smearing pre-cum whenever it rubbed painfully against the surface of the door.

“Not yet.”

Anon groaned in frustration at the response, separating himself from his husband. Red used the opportunity to push his head into the door, holding him there while his cock was still nestled deep inside.

"W-why, P'Red!" Anon whined, hot breath warming his cheek when he exhaled against the wooden surface he was pressed again.

“Hmmmm… Fuck, you’re gonna have to hold it a little longer, babe.”

Anon shuddered at the hand that ran down the length of his back, his nerves tingling with energy. He felt a pull in his chest, at the way Red addressed him - babe, he called him. He remembered how Red would say that even before he lost his memories, but only ever for the cameras, the word dripping in hatred and sarcasm. Red had detached himself from the term, using it to keep up his appearance to the outside world, not knowing that Anon so desperately wanted it to be real - like it was now.

"I-I can't, P'Red," Anon groaned, feeling how his cock was twitching like mad, so eager to release its seed.

“This feels too good… I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Anon's body shook when Red's cock slid out of him abruptly, leaving him achingly cold and empty. The man turned him around, Anon's back slamming into the door again as their mouths clashed together in a violent kiss. Anon moaned into it, his tongue sliding against Red's, arms wrapped around his husband and keeping him held close. Red continued the torture of his body by sliding one of his hands down to grab Anon's full sacs and giving them a little squeeze - it wasn't forceful, but it had Anon pulling his head away to moan loudly again, his body going still as he felt the familiar tingling of orgasm approaching.

“Hold it.”

"H-hah... I-I'm trying - fuck... it's hard..." Anon panted, his fingers curled into fists behind Red's shoulders as he tried to remain strong. He couldn't cum, not until Red let him. Not until the man allowed it. Fuck, Anon would never have let anyone get away with keeping him on the edge like this, so entitled and used to his instant gratification, but he wanted to be so good for Red and hold it in.

“A little longer and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Red's fingers found their way around Anon's hard member, this thumb sinking into the slit. The heir made a choked noise, feeling the coils in his stomach tighten, while his slit dribbled more of his pre-cum, oozing between where Red's thumb pressed against it.

"A-ah... I-I can't - I-I'm gonna cum-"

“The second you cum without my permission, I’m going to stuff this hole with a plug next time… That could be fun actually. Give you another reason to squirm and beg… Have you gotten your cock hole plugged before?”

Anon couldn't believe what he was hearing, his eyes widening in shock. He could hardly control himself right now, not with Red teasing him so cruelly. Anon was so hard, harder than he had been, especially since he had abstained from any kind of release after promising Red when they had been in the studio all those weeks ago. He was so sensitive, could burst at any moment, and he really really wanted to cum...

"I-I haven't-" Anon admitted, hardly able to talk and clenching his teeth now as Red looked directly into his eyes.

“You might enjoy it. I like it when you beg…”

Anon felt his throat tighten and a choked noise escaped him when Red's thumb once again played with his slit. The man was on his toes, arching upward into the other's touch, wanting more even though he knew it would lead to his ruin if he came right now. He wanted to listen to Red and wait until later, especially because he had been dreaming of cumming with the man on their martial bed on their wedding night, but he was so close right now...

"P-please, P'Red," Anon pleaded, holding tightly onto the man's shoulders, his face clearly strained as he tried to hold back. The sides of his eyes formed small tears from how hard he was fighting, sliding down his cheeks, wanting so desperately to do well for his husband. He didn't care about being loud anymore; he didn't care that they'd have to face an entire wedding party of guests and media once they were done - he just wanted release... "I-If you don't stop, I might... I-I won't be able to hold it anymor- a-ahh!" Anon bit his lip, holding him self back again. He could feel the waves, the shakes of his body as he desperately staved off the impending orgasm, cock dripping with fluids all over the floor and onto Red's suit. "I-I'm so close..."

#red010 #WE HELD OFF FOR ONE MORE POST BUT 👀👀👀#WHO KNOWS WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT 👀👀#HOPE IT'S OKAY AFJLKASFDJ #RED CAN STILL PLUG HIS COCK NEXT TIME KASDJFKLSDF #ANON NEEDS TO BE TORTURED TBH HE'S BEEN GIVEN EVERYTHING IN HIS LIFE XDDD

anonnikulaphon

Anon's eyes widened as he met the cold stare given to him by his husband, who continued to palm at his crotch, the heat within his belly rapidly growing from the stimulation. He didn't know what was coming over Red right now, touching him this way whilst in the middle of their very public wedding, but he couldn't say that he hated it. He had missed Red so much, and not just because of their separation these past few days. Anon had years of missing Red to catch up on, which is why it was so easy for him to remain still against the door while his husband played with his cock.

Fuck. Anon was so fucking sensitive. He had made true on his promise to Red from the day he had spent in his studio, and had not laid a hand on himself even when he wanted to. Waiting until they were officially announced as husbands was exciting, and even if Anon thought he had screwed it all up by suggesting they break up he still had listened, to prove to Red how serious he was about him.

“You’re lying.”

But... Red didn't believe him. His gorgeous husband was staring at him so intently, eyes filled with hurt. Was this all because Anon said they should break up? But he had tried to make it up to Red, had tried to tell them that they could be together. Was he that hurt?

This would all end if Anon just told Red that the break-up had been P'Dan's idea. With how Red had been doting on him since his release from the hospital, all Anon had to do was bat his eyes and let the waterworks flow while he told his husband how P'Dan had made him try to break up with him. It would shift the blame solely off of Anon - but was the heir ready to open that can of worms? Red was smart. He'd have to know why P'Dan told Anon to call off the wedding, and it would end with Red discovering the truth about their relationship. Not only that, but P'Dan was a good man. Anon had been part of that family since before marrying into it, so he knew this to be true. P'Dan wanted to help his brother, so how could Anon justify throwing him under the bus and ruining his relationships with more than one person? No, this was a burden he'd shoulder alone, and he'd continue to try thinking of ways to make Red understand that he did want the two of them to be together...

Red leaned forward, managing to rid Anon of the hand he had slapped over his mouth to muffle possible noises, knowing that anyone could be walking outside the supply closet at any time. With so much paparazzi out there, they really had to be careful - but Red didn't seem to care as he bit into Anon's lower lip and palmed him harder, causing the heir to let out a throaty noise. Cool air hit Anon's lower body as Red started to lower the man's pants, exposing his wedding lingerie. There was already wetness forming at the front, the tip of his cock beginning to leak from the arousal.

“Don’t lie to me… How did you make yourself cum? Did you jerk yourself? Huh?”

"I-I didn't," Anon tried to deny again, shaking his head where it rested against the door.

“Or did you finger your hole?”

"P-P'Red," Anon whined, shaking his head more frantically now. "I t-told you, I didn't..."

Anon felt his heart beat faster, hating that Red didn't believe him. It hurt him, how his husband doubted him. He understood that it was his fault - the talk about breaking up left a crevice far more deep than Anon had anticipated - but he was trying, and Red didn't seem to care. Was he intentionally ignoring him? Was he that angry at him? Why were Anon's words were falling on deaf ears? If this was some kind of game, if Red was expecting him to play along, then it wasn't fun for Anon. It was only serving to make him more worried about their future together, more desperate to have his voice be heard.

"Spread them."

It seemed that Red continued to ignore, controlled by whatever beast he had unleashed, his fingers lowering and slipping past Anon's cock and perineum to his tight hole. The hole that Anon had not touched since that day with Red in the studio. Not by his fingers. Not by his toys. Not by another person. He hadn't broken his promise to Red - couldn't the man hear it in Anon's voice, how sincere he was? Couldn't he see it written across his pleading face?

Anon inhaled sharply when one of Red's fingers probed at his hole, pushing it in dry. It was shallow, but Anon could feel it breach, attempting to loosen him up as it slipped in and out of him.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this closet, and I’m gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna like it.”

Fuck. The way his husband spoke to him was so hot. Tell him what to do and making Anon take it, even if he was hesitating about where they were and what could be happening outside their door. His cock hardened at the demanding words, warm pre-cum leaking even further now, soaking more of his underwear. A small noise left Anon when Red leaned forward to kiss him, Red's tongue sweeping its way across Anon's mouth, tasting every inch of him and making the heir light-headed. Anon chased Red's lips when the man pulled away.

“I’m sorry it has to be in this closet... I’ve been waiting all this time and I can’t hold on anymore or I’ll fucking lose it… I need to have you.”

"P'Red-" Anon breathed, wanting to kiss him again, having yearned hear such a sentiment from the man for year. Before he could, Red turned him over, pressing him against the door and spreading his legs wide. Anon's pants fell to the floor, and he reached down to take off his underwear too, but Red's hands groping him stopped his actions.

“Keep your underwear on. I wanna fuck you in them.”

"I wore them for you- a-ah!" Anon cried out when Red slapped his ass, hitting his cheeks with a wide palm, the cracking noise loud in the supply closet. It had Anon sticking his ass out, wanting to rub himself against Red, who was currently undoing his own tuxedo pants. Anon glanced backward, watching with a mixture of surprise and awe at the way Red's hardened cock sprung out of its confines, the already glistening tip smacking his ass. Red teased him with his cock, rubbing it against Anon's back, making the heir shudder from the tease. His hole winked in anticipation, ready to welcome Red's cock even though the preparation had been limited. They were both moaning, with Red warning Anon that it was going to hurt as he smeared the tip of his dick across Anon's hole.

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad… Fuck.”

Anon tucked his head down, muffling his noises of pain into his shoulder as Red started to enter him. His finger had stretched him out only a little, and the pre-cum that was being used as lube was hardly enough as his husband pushed slowly inside of him. He only managed to get the tip in, with Anon's hole tightening around it, quivering from the stretch. He had been fucked dry before - it wasn't pleasant. But if this would prove to Red that Anon was serious about him, he'd take it all. It didn't matter that he'd be walking funny, with a very obvious gait. It didn't matter if he'd struggle to sit still, that his cock would harden at the most inconvenient times from the memory of a hot cock in his tight ass. He'd do it, for Red.

And Red seemed to be taking it easy, which helped. His hand had found its way back to Anon's cock, with the heir fucking up into Red's palm and moaning from the sensation while the man slowly inserted himself inside. The wires of pleasure and pain were being crossed, but the distraction helped, as Anon's hole relaxed enough for Red to stretch him wider with his cock. Anon pushed back and forth, rocking himself between Red's cock and Red's hand, his mind muddled from the way his husband pumped his sensitive length.

Red managed to get half of his cock inside, the stretch of his hole starting to sting. Despite the pain, Anon was shuddering with excitement. His husband’s desire for him was so strong that he had to accost him in a supply closet, unable to wait until they shared a marital bed. He was going to fuck him, cum inside him, and then they'd be expected to go back out into the wedding hall to mingle with their guests while Anon was full of his husband's seed, hardly able to sit down without being reminded of this very moment...

"P-P'Red, d-do you see?" Anon tried pleading with him again, spreading his legs wider as he humped against Red's hands. Whether or not he would be believed was another story. "I-I waited for you- a-ah... F-for us. T-to be married. I-I waited." Anon let out a breathy moan, trying to remain quiet. His head was pressed against the door, anyone could hear them. "W-wanted your cock. M-missed it. M-missed you. P-please P'Red, m-make me yours!"

reddevildaeng

Anon’s whining only fed his desires to shove himself harder and deeper inside his husband’s body. But the dry hole stopped him despite half of his cock already buried in there. He knew it must be painful and although he didn’t want to hurt Anon, he wanted the man to feel it, to feel his hard-on piercing his husband’s body with pure lust and desire. He wanted to move, shove himself in and out of Anon but he controlled himself. Just a few seconds, he thought, his wrist moving back and forth as he jerked Anon’s stiff cock.

"P-P'Red, d-do you see?"

Red then heard his husband speak, legs wide apart and hips thrusting into his fist, pleasuring himself.

"I-I waited for you- a-ah... F-for us. T-to be married. I-I waited. W-wanted your cock. M-missed it. M-missed you. P-please P'Red, m-make me yours!"

His husband’s broken voice almost pushed him to the edge. Jaw clenched, he began pulling himself out of Anon’s hole, the gaping entrance then stuff with two fingers. “Do you now?” He whispered in Anon’s ear, inserting a third finger inside, curling and teasing the man’s nerves. “We’ll see about that…” He breathed out, slightly pulling his fingers out to spit on them before shoving them back inside. He was relentless with his hand’s movements, enjoying the lewd sound his husband’s hole made. “I think you’re about ready now… You’re loose enough…” And held Anon by the waist after pulling his fingers out of Anon’s body once again.

Without a word, his cock was pushed back in, sliding halfway and even more. He grunted, the urge to shove the rest of him down to the root was strong and this time, he didn’t fight it. One swift move and he was all the way inside Anon, his cock feasting around the hot flesh that gripped his dick.

“Ah, fuck… You’re so hot and tight,” he said, looking down between their bodies, his hands groping his husband’s ass cheeks and pushing them together, loving the sensation around his cock. “You’re gonna break my cock by how tight you are,” he moaned out, leaning in to bite onto Anon’s clothed shoulder.

This wasn’t his plan, to fuck his new husband in the closet. But the looming separation filled his head and poisoned it. He wanted something better for Anon but, what if there was no chance for that? No chance to -

What was he actually after? A new life with Anon? It was clear the man didn’t want any of this - the wedding, their future together. If that was the case, Anon wouldn’t suggest breaking up. He was sure it was the same reason they fought about before his accident -

The accident - A scene flashed in his head. Something similar to the situation he had now with his husband… In an elevator, Anon bent over and he - He was enjoying himself between his husband’s legs… Pain crossed his head and momentarily, he felt faint but then, a surge of memory came back to him. He was drunk. He was in an elevator and well - His now husband was there, too.

“Just like our time in the elevator, huh,” he then said without a thought, his cock pulled and pushed hard to stir Anon’s inside. “Fuck… You’re so hot. Even then, you were so hot… You made me cum a lot… But I know this is the first time I’m tasting your hole,” and with that, he pulled out once again, falling on his knees behind his husband. “Hold yourself open… I wanna fuck you with my tongue,” and darted his tongue inside Anon’s opened hole, humming at the taste of his husband’s pink inside.

“Tell me how it feels,” he commanded, a finger was used but his mouth mostly took over, licking his husband’s hole, again and again before placing his entire mouth over it, sucking, then fucking it with his tongue. “Hmmmmm… Don’t you dare cum yet… You’ll cum when I tell you you can cum…” And drilled his tongue inside his husband once again, reaching as deep as the muscle could reach, flicking inside, curling… Once he was satisfied, he stood back up and shoved his cock back in. He humped, in and out, moaning with no inhibitions. Who the fuck cares who heard him, he thought to himself, encouraging Anon to do the same by driving the other’s body again and again against the door, making the frame shake and create a knocking noise…