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BASICS

FULL NAME: DAENG SANGCHAREON

MEANING: Daeng [ แดง f & m Thai, Lao. Means "red" in Thai and Lao. ]

NICKNAME: Red.

AGE: 27-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 8th April 1997, Tuesday, dawn.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Bangkok, Thailand.

OCCUPATION: Photographer, mostly in the entertainment industry. Red built his own company from scratch once he started making money from gigs. He's proud of it because he didn't get help from his parents. Although, his family still would like him to join the company, Dragon Entertainment, a major film production company in Asia.

RELIGION: Born Buddhist; somewhat practicing.

ORIENTATION: Bisexual; Biromantic.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

VERSES: 404 ERROR, also The Game, Excess Baggage, City of Gods.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS: Courageous, Determined, Confident, Honest, Passionate.

WEAKNESSES: Impatient, Moody, Short-tempered, Impulsive, Aggressive.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Fort Thitipong Sangngey.

HEIGHT: 6"0 [182 cm.]

WEIGHT: 152 lbs. [69 kg.]

BUILD: Athletic, toned.

GAIT: TBA

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.

EYE COLOR: Brown.

BIRTHMARK: Yes, TBA.

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: Yes, from minor incidents when growing up and also from riding motorcycles. » TATTOOS: Arm tattoos and a back piece. Details to be added.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Bangkok, Thailand.

RESIDENCE: Family home in Bangkok, Thailand.

NATIONALITY: Thai.

ETHNICITY: Asian.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper-class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: University graduate.

DEGREES: Photography Degree from Spéos in France. He trained in Barcelona and held down internship with a master photographer in Japan. Red is said to be a talented photographer which started taking pictures when he was seven-years old. Aside from his own company, Red does freelance work as well. He does landscape photography and dabbles into photojournalism as well.

HOBBIES: Motorcyles.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Red's native language is Thai. He speaks English and can converse lightly in some other Asian languages. He speaks a lot of Filipino as some family members are married to Filipinos. Since he lived in France during his studies, he learned a lot of French but he doesn't feel that confident speaking the language.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Sunan [ m. ]; Daentrai [ f. ]

SIBLINGS: Danuphon [ 30 ]; Suriyasak [ 23 ]

CHILDREN: None.

PETS: TBA.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » Engaged to be married to Anon Nikulaphon, grandson of a very influential businessman and old family friend of the Sangchareons.

FAMILY HISTORY: Daeng or Red as he is fondly known by friends and family was born into a family of artists - producers, directors, and actors. Red himself has a brilliant artistic side which began to shine the minute he was gifted a camera when he was 7-years old.

For the most part, Red had a good childhood. It was privileged; he was happy as both parents were attentive and he was close to his siblings, an older and younger brothers. Red is used to a lavish life but growing up around his family's business, he witnessed hard work and the roots of their family's success. This encouraged Red to be hardworking himself, not letting anything be handed to him although, his hard work doesn't always give him the result that he wanted.

A lot of times, because of his well-known family name, Red was seen as privileged and entitled. His talent which is exceptional is shadowed by how people perceived his bckground. It's often assumed that his success was because of his family's connections and successes in the industry.

When the pandemic spread in 2020, Red's family's business suffered and struggled to stay afloat only because they wanted to make sure that every single person on their payroll, from the staff to the custodian, were getting pad despite the company barely making profit. They decided from the very beginning that they will not lay off any person working for them. It was the principle that they take care of their own no matter what that was instilled by their late great-grandfather who inherited the company from his father who established the production business decades ago.

The desire to keep supporting the people that worked for them put the Sangcharoen in a difficult position but was saved by an old family friend, the Nikulaphons who are one of the richest families in Thailand... Many times, this family had come to assist Sangcharoens and even financed many of the films produced under Dragon Entertainment.

This connection with the powerful family will play a big part in Red's life in the future.

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Red had his first serious relationship in high school but his family intervined and scrutinized everything about the person he was dating. At first, Red tried to ignore it and protected his partner as much as he can but it didn't work out and the person he was dating eventually gave up. Red dated seriously a couple more times but the outcome was the same. After that, he avoided serious relationships and enjoyed companies of people he liked. This earned him the "playboy" reputation.

CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: Red is engaged with Anon Nikulaphon, grandson of the biggest hotel tycoon in Thailand. Anon was a person from the past, a grandson that he'd met during family events and he stayed away from because of his brothers and the other's family members. At one point during their teenage years, Anon confidently confessed his affection towards Red but Red rejected Anon and said that he was "just not interested." When his parents sat him down to tell him the plan that had been decided without his knowledge and approval and that is that he is to marry Anon, Red thought of rebelling. Eventually, he decided to play along, thinking the elders, mostly the Nikulaphon head and tycoon would forget about the arrangement but to Red's surprise, everyone seemed to be set with the engagement and the wedding plans commenced...

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Red is very good friends with a popular actor and model, Kin, who was featured in numerous projects under Dragon Entertainment. Red is also very good friends with Tanaka Hiroto, a Japanese telecom heir. They met during their university years in France and since then became travel buddies. Red was housed by Hiro when Red did his training in Japan. Red and Hiro often traveled together. A few times, they traveled all throughout Asia for a photobook project. Their big goal is to travel the middle east for a similar project.

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: ...

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): None.

HANDICAP(S): None. None.

MENTAL DISORDER: None.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): Depression, alcoholism.

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[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'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!"

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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… 

[anonnikulaphon]

The cheer from the guests was deafening as Anon kissed his husband. He didn't miss the way Red deepened it, even in front of a huge crowd with flashing cameras, feeling the other's tongue slide inside his mouth and lick it clean as they didn't have the eyes of the nation trained on them right now. It was hard not to melt, his body visibly sagging into Red's until it was over and they had to pull part. Anon had told Red that they needed to talk but...

“What did you say -”

Anon's heart sank, and he was unable to clarify because right then their wedding planner showed up, very quickly taking them to the back of the venue where their private suites were. Here, the wedding planner informed them, they would separate and get changed before entering the main hall for the speeches, dinner, and dancing. Red didn't seem to want to, holding onto Anon's hand for as long as possible before the amused and giggly assistant took him to his room, leaving Anon with the planner to go into the suite.

"Just a suit change, and then we'll have to move on to the next phase Khun," The wedding planner told Anon with a smile, leading him to the room. "We'll be waiting out here for the two of you to make your next entrance. Please knock if you need anything."

"Thank you," Anon said to the planner, who left and gently closed the door.

Anon sighed, feeling some of the tension release from his body. He was used to being in front of a crowd, had been brought up smiling at cameras from birth, but tonight felt quite daunting. He thought it was because of the unresolved tension between himself and Red. Here they were, legally married yet still acting, in front of not just their guests at the wedding but to the thousands tuning in at home online from Thailand and all other parts of the world. He wanted to talk to his husband, who thought that Anon was going to leave him straight after the ceremony, and assure him that he was there to stay. But the opportunity hadn't come up yet - and honestly, at this point, who knew if it would??

Anon just hoped that Red wouldn't leave the venue first, and give him instead a chance to take back everything that was hurting him.

Except for lies about our relationship...

Anon feared there would be no coming back, if that truth came out...

Quickly, the heir removed his white tuxedo which was still in pristine condition and changed into the sleek black one. He and Red had gotten fitted together, but the wedding planner and designers actually pick them out - and they were beautiful garments. Custom-made and expensive, tailored to perfection on their bodies. Red had looked so handsome in his when he tried it on for the first time, though it had been before his accident - Anon knew that Red was hating every minute of the planning, of being forced to wed. Back then, Anon had felt smug that he was winning in his own little game to make Red his. Now, he just felt conflicted. The Red that was getting changed in the room opposite his was not his Red, and the man didn't even know it.

A knock on the door signalled to Anon that it was time to leave. He was dressed in his new black tux, fixing up the buttons at the sleeve when he stepped out. Red appeared in front of him shortly after - god... He looked even better than when Anon saw him first try it on, all those months ago. How had Red gotten even more handsome?

His husband was staring at him, that look on his face that Anon recognised as trying to remember something about the past. Every time Red went quiet like this, Anon would freeze, wondering if this would be the moment when the secret was out and he'd recall everything about their past - but eventually the expression relaxed. After the assistant adjusted Red's bow-tie they were ready to go and face their guests, and when they entered the reception hall to the joyous cheers of the crowd, Red was smiling again, and holding Anon's hand.

They sat alone, facing everyone in the hall, while speeches were given about the happy couple. They drank - Red more than Anon - and eventually the man had cosied up to Anon's side, his nose tickling into the heir's neck and mumbling about how good he smelled. God, did Red realise how quickly he was making Anon's heart pound? How the smile that was on his face was a real one, and not the kind he'd give to the cameras? Red thought that Anon didn't love him, but that wasn't the truth at all - Anon was head over heels for him, and Red didn't even know it.

The final speech was given by Anon's grandfather. The old man took his time walking to where the couple sat together, graciously taking the microphone provided by the staff, and clearing his throat to address the crowd. He smiled at Red and Anon, his eyes softening when they landed on his grandson.

"Thank you all for attending this most joyous occasion," Anon's grandfather started to say. "We're delighted to be here, celebrating the union of not just the Nikulaphon and Sangchareon families, but the union between two people in love - young Daeng, and my grandson Anon." The crowd cheered at that, before quietening down once more. "You know, I always suspected there was more than just a friendship between these two. As a boy, Anon would always look forward to visiting Daeng in the summer. He could hardly stay still the entire drive over, and even though he would always say he was ready to leave, I could tell that he wasn't. He just wanted to spend time with his friend." The man chuckled, causing some of the crowd to laugh with him at the touching recount. "And while they may have lost contact as they grew older, their love has proved to all of us here today that when two people are meant to be together, they will be together." The crowd awwwwed, with cameras snapping photos wildly, capturing the way the old man's eyes shone with happiness. They were aimed at Red and Anon too - Anon trying hard not to tear up himself at the heart-warming speech as he tightly held onto Red's hand. Finally, the old man turned to the couple of the hour. "Daeng, welcome to the family. To the both of you - congratulations. May your future together be a happy one, filled with love and happiness, and all the blessings of the world. We cannot wait to see your journey."

The crowd clapped and cheered again, louder than ever before. The entire hall raised a glass to toast the newly-weds, while Anon's grandfather approached them both to give them each a long hug before heading back to his seat. Anon could barely thank him, his throat constricting as he held back his tears from slipping down his face, the conflicting feelings of should I be happy? and should I feel guilty? almost crushing him. When the wedding planner arrived to ask if they wanted a break, Red immediately whisked them away. Anon felt like he needed it too, relieved when they finally were away from the crowd and the pressure that came with it.

Anon thought they'd go to one of the private suite - the rooms were large and comfortable and it was much quieter over there. But Red seemed in a rush, pulling Anon into the first door that he saw, a closet with cleaning supplies, closing it behind him when it was only the two of them in there.

"P'Red-" Anon started to say, but his husband interrupted him.

“You can do whatever you want after today - But while you’re here with me, you’re still my husband.”

Anon's eyes widened, his wrists gripped hard by Red, who had him pressed up against the door. The tone of his voice, the authority in it - it made Anon weak in the knees. Then, Red leaned forward, his teeth scraping against Anon's throat. The heir made a small noise of surprise when Red attached his lips to the skin of his neck, alternating between giving Anon wet kisses and and licks, nipping at the flesh until it started to change colour. Anon rested his head back against the door, tilting it upward so that Red had more room to work with.

"P-P'Red, what are you... there are people outsid-" Anon was cut off when one of Red's hands released him, another noise escaping when it slinked down to his front and cupped his crotch, bypassing the fabric of Anon's white lacy wedding lingerie. He bit his bottom lip, his now free hand slapping up to cover his mouth and muffle the noise, not knowing who could be passing by right out the door.

“How many times did you make yourself cum since the last time I had you in my mouth?”

Was this what Red had been thinking about? Anon was worried that the man was going to leave him for suggesting they break up, yet here he was biting his neck and palming his cock, stirring it to life at record speed. And Anon moaned at the way Red did just that - his rough hand playing with the cock that Anon hadn't touched since their last meeting.

"I-I didn't," Anon breathed, adjusting how he stood to spread his legs a little more while Red continued to attack his neck. "P'Red, I didn't touch myself. I-I waited... f-fuck..." Anon swallowed thickly, his cock extra sensitive as Red gripped him tight.

[reddevildaeng]

 "P'Red- P-P'Red, what are you... there are people outsid-" 

Fuck, Red cursed to himself, thinking how he’d missed Anon calling him that… And there was that small protest from the man, now his husband whose eyes were wide when he slipped his hand inside the other’s pants. He felt the lacy material that was Anon’s underwear and his cock twitched in his own pants, not wanting a visual of what he was feeling on the back of his hand… He rubbed, staring Anon in the eyes as his palm spread across his husband’s front. Surely, even after wanting to break up with him, they both can’t deny the lust they feel for each other, right? He rubbed his hand up and down Anon’s cock, feeling the heated flesh come to life, pulsing against his rough skin… 

"I-I didn't… P'Red, I didn't touch myself. I-I waited... f-fuck..." 

He heard Anon answer, legs spreading voluntarily for him. “You’re lying,” he muttered, brows in a knot as he fixed his stare at his husband, his words carrying more weight than he intended… Was he referring to something else? Maybe the fact that Anon showed him he cared but deep inside, he was just another one of the heir’s past time. Oh, where was this coming from? During the time he was apart with Anon, when the man attempted to leave him, it drove him almost to the brink of insanity that he couldn’t remember a thing about the man he was going to marry. Nothing before the hospital…

And so, he read everything he could find about Anon and learned how the man had strings of lovers… A few were serious and, well, that was the masochist in him - He sat there thinking about Anon’s past lovers having their way with the man… It was torturous, the way he went through it. He couldn’t stop thinking about it even though he knew it didn’t matter. But it did. He never wanted anyone to be with Anon ever again. But - if they were separating after this wedding celebration, did Anon plan to go on dates and move on?

If only he could hold onto Anon’s grandfather’s words -

“To the both of you - congratulations. May your future together be a happy one, filled with love and happiness, and all the blessings of the world. We cannot wait to see your journey."

“Don’t lie to me…” He continued, leaning in, nudging the hand that covered the other’s mouth. “How did you make yourself cum?” He insisted, catching the man’s lower lip with his teeth and biting it. Meanwhile, his hand continued moving, even pulling down Anon’s pants half-way down the man’s thighs. “Did you jerk yourself? Huh?” The line on his forehead deepened, looking down momentarily to see what he was working on, the man’s lacy underwear now visible to him. Anon’s cock was as pretty as he remembered, its tip pink and glistening and its hole leaking juices. “Or did you finger your hole?” He breathed out the last word and then said, “Spread them,” and lowered his hand, fingers finding Anon’s entrance. It was tight but he was determined to open it up.

“I’m gonna fuck you in this closet,” he then announced, pushing a finger against Anon’s hole, teasing again and again until a fraction of it slipped through. “And I’m gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna like it,” he was so fucking turned on; he then leaned in as he finger fucked his husband, kissing the other in the mouth. Tongue slipped between Anon’s lips, swiping and tasting, sucking; pulling away he then said, “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,” he growled, turning Anon around so the man’s face was flat against the hard wooden door. He spread his husband’s legs, pants pulled all the way down revealing the man’s round ass. 

“Keep your underwear on,” he grunted, groping Anon’s ass and slapping it once, twice, “I wanna fuck you in them,” he said, heat spreading all over his body, his hand fumbled as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His cock sprung out, tip hitting Anon’s ass. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed its head all over his husband’s backside before teasing the other’s crack with it. “It’s gonna hurt a little, hmmmm,” he warned, moaning as he felt his tip feeling Anon’s hole. “God, I wanna fuck you so bad…” He said, attempting to push through Anon’s entrance, gently at first, struggling through the tight muscle and making progress when his tip finally slip in, “Fuck,” he cursed, stilling himself, body at an angle to better reach Anon’s hole. His hand reached around to cup Anon’s crotch, once again manipulating the man’s cock. Fingers tight around his husband’s length… It felt so good, gripping Anon’s dick as he pursued stretching through his husband’s hole. He was going to distract the man from the pain by using his fingers, moving them up and down, pumping until he heard his husband’s moaning. He thrust then, in tune with his wrist, feeling the friction around his cock, half of it now buried inside Anon’s body… 

[anonnikulaphon]

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, 6:13 P.M. Location: Vivacé Sukhumvit 74, amrong Nuea, Mueang Samut Prakan District, Samut Prakan. Mood: Happy but conflicted and overwhelmed Attire: WEDDING TUX!! (I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOUR PICS OF THEM HEHEHE) With: @reddevildaeng

Anon couldn't believe that Red was now his husband.

It was a bit bizarre. He had pined over Red for years, mourned the loss of their friendship, and watched from the shadows as the man played his way around Bangkok with anyone but him. How many nights had Anon spent staring at the ceiling while tears rolled down the sides of his face as his call was once again ignored by his childhood crush? How many times had jealousy bloomed in his chest when he scrolled on social media and was surprised with a photo of Red with a pretty young thing clutching onto his arm? So many years of pain, of holding himself back, of putting up an act and pretending that he didn't care - it all amounted to something, in the end, didn't it. Here they were. Red and Anon. Standing together and declaring their love in front of a crowd of friends, family, guests, and press. Legally married, forever at each other's side. Until death did them part.

And Anon was... overwhelmed.

The days leading up to the wedding were hectic, and he and Red barely spoke unless they were planning or around their families. Anon had been worried sick when he didn't have Red in his sight, not knowing what the man would do in his angered state. Last time Red had been pissed, he got into a motorcycle crash that had him in hospital with amnesia - what if it happened again? Anon had broken his heart so close to their wedding and shattered the world that he had constructed for Red about their relationship. He couldn't live with himself if Red got hurt because of him... for a second time. Anon still suspected that he might be the reason for the first accident...

"Are you okay?"

Anon felt his husband - husband - squeeze his hand as they smiled at the crowd, the lights from the cameras of the press flashing brightly in their direction. Anon glanced over to Red, who had whispered that question to him, his heart skipping a beat at how handsome the man was in his wedding tux. He looked so good, and if they weren't in front of a crowd Anon would definitely be trying to get inside the man's pants. He didn't know about Red, but Anon had stayed true on renaming abstinent until the wedding, and was starting to reach that point where denying himself was making him desperate enough to do almost anything.

But they were in front of a crowd now, so Anon pushed those thoughts aside and squeezed Red's hand back. "I'm okay," He whispered softly, the words not seeming to be enough to reflect his true feelings. He was more than okay that he was marrying Red - he was happy about it. He just wished that it didn't come with this soul-crushing guilt, because Red still didn't know who Anon truly was to him.

"Just a few hours and you can do whatever you want."

The guilt returned full force, and Anon's smile wavered for a moment. He recovered quickly, not wanting to show any kind of weakness to the press. As far as the world was concerned, Red and Anon were now a happily married couple - they had to keep that up, for the camera's sake. And for the sake of their families, who were beaming at them from the crowd. Anon's friend Boon was there too, clapping and smiling in the new couple's direction as a show of support, his co-star - ugh, Sing - by his side. Scanning over the crowd, Anon also spotted his elderly grandfather right at the front, the man's eyes shining with happy tears. He had been the one to give Anon away to Red at the private home ceremony, kissing both boys on the head and wishing them nothing but love and happiness for their new life together. Anon wasn't going to let him nor anyone else in his family down, especially since he had been the one to bring up uniting the Sangchaeron's and Nikulaphon's through marriage.

Suddenly, chanting erupted from the crowd. It was started by one of the press, and then grew, and grew, until almost everyone at the venue were cheering for them to kiss again. Anon's heart pounded when Red turned to him, hearing the way his voice shook as he let out a breath, seeing the nervousness on his face.

"They want a kiss." Red told him, his beautiful face decorated in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. It made Anon feel like he was forcing Red to do this - that he was marrying him against his will. Fucking ironic, considering the memory-loss Red in front of him had been wanting the marriage, whereas the old Red actually had treated this union as forced.

Anon wanted to tell him it was alright - that even though he wanted to kiss him so badly, Red didn't have to do so if he hated him so much. But then the man was leaning forward and... how could Anon resist? They had been apart for too long, and those few months after the accident hadn't been enough to make up for the years of abandonment Anon felt when Red suddenly broke off their friendship. And even though he knew that he was hurting Red by living this lie with him, Anon wanted him so much.

The cameras flashed wildly as Red pressed their lips together. Anon almost melted right then and there, not trusting himself to move or make a sound, still trying to keep composed in front of the press. But the feel of Red's lips against his was like a spell - it altered his thoughts, his brain chemistry, and soon he was kissing Red back. The crowd cheered as Anon placed his hands on his husband's hips, tilting his head and returning the kiss, his eyes sliding shut as he momentarily allowed himself to become lost in Red's lips. It felt like forever, even though it was only a few seconds, and Anon parted with a shaky breath far sooner than he'd have liked.

This Red still loved him. Anon could feel it, in the way they kissed. He hoped that Red got his message too, that the feelings were the same on the heir's end.

"We should talk, after," Anon whispered softly, reaching for Red's hand again before turning back to the cameras. He spoke to his husband, his voice low for only the man to hear. "Because I don't think you realise that I'm not going anywhere without you, P'Red..."

[reddevildaeng]

Red, feeling his husband kiss him back, moaned lightly into Anon’s mouth. He wanted to question the man’s actions, wanted to pull away and look the man he just married in the eyes but he was so into the kiss, all he could do was focus on it. He wanted to do more than just gently brush his tongue in the insides of his husband’s mouth but he was aware of the eyes behind cameras watching them, taking pictures continually… And then of course there were their families as well, cheering in the background. 

When the kiss finally ended and he began pulling away. He then felt Anon reached for his hand - 

"We should talk, after… Because I don't think you realise that I'm not going anywhere without you, P'Red..."

He heard Anon say something but the loud cheering drowned the man’s words. His eyes drifted to the man standing beside him, looking amazing in their matching white tuxedo… 

He opened his mouth, “What did you say -” But was cut off when the wedding planner appeared out of nowhere to guide them to the next part of the event. 

The wedding planner was right next to them informing them that the guests are being led to the reception area and that the grooms are to change into their other tuxedos so that they can continue celebrating with their guests and family comfortably. At one point, while they were walking to get into the building, he was forced to let go of Anon’s hand.

“This way, Khun Red,” he heard one of the assistants say to him, leading him to one of the doors while Anon was being taken to the other room.

“We’re separating -” He asked with a frown.

“Don’t worry Khun, you’ll see your husband right after,” the assistant giggled as the door to the changing room opened and he was lightly pushed inside to change. He heard that the photoshoot took a bit longer than planned and now they are behind and the guests are waiting -

The words faded as the door closed and he found himself staring at another tuxedo, black this time, that he remembered getting fitted… He rubbed his temple, seeing flash of the day he and Anon went to the tailor… Something else was in the memory, a trace of a familiar feeling, nothing nostalgic but rather - bitterness? He frowned, reaching for the tuxedo. He didn’t know how long he stared at the clothing and only realized he wasn’t dressed yet when he heard a knock on the changing room door.

“Khun? Khun Red, are you ready? Khun?” That went on for a bit until he finally opened the door, spotting his husband already with the wedding planner and the other assistant. The one that had been knocking on his door beamed when she saw him and then winced when she noticed his bow-tie was crooked.

“Oh, Khun, lemme just -” And reached to fix his tie, meanwhile his eyes fixed on Anon, still bothered by that one memory that flashed in his head, confused, feeling the leftover emotion it brought to him…

Once his tie was done, they headed to the reception where everyone clapped and cheered upon lying eyes on them. He smiled, reaching for Anon’s hand once again as they made their way to their seats. He assisted his husband by pulling the man’s chair out and settled himself once Anon was seated. 

One by one, family and friends began giving their speeches and for a moment, Red forgot what he and Anon were currently going through. They sat close together, his arm most of the time draped over the back of his husband’s seat. He could get a good smell of the man sitting next to him and he would purposely turn and lean to inhale Anon whenever he sipped his drink. At one point, he told himself he was playing it off to the camera, he nuzzled his husband’s neck and said, “You smell really good…” He thought Anon might’ve found it annoying. Didn’t he tell the man that after today, the other can do whatever he wanted? His jaw clenched, downing the fresh wine served, watching as Anon’s grandfather rose from his seat and began speaking…

The cheering was loud after one of the richest men in Asia finished speaking, raising his glass for the newlyweds. After that, more food was served. The wedding planner approached Red and looked at Anon, “If you need to take a little break -”

Red didn’t need convincing. He stood from his seat, grabbing his husband’s hand and pulling the man to his feet. He didn’t say a word and quietly slipped away from the crowd, leaving behind the assistant that got distracted by a family member…

Red took the opportunity to venture on his own with Anon behind him. He took a hallway that led to god knows where… When he heard people talking, he took the next door to the left, hoping it wasn’t locked and when it opened easily as he turned the door knob, he pulled Anon inside with him…

Once inside, he locked the door behind them, pushing Anon to the wall. He didn’t notice it at first but it was a small closet with some supplies and he thought, perfect.

“You can do whatever you want after today - But while you’re here with me, you’re still my husband,” he said, his voice firm, almost sounding upset. Was he - was he actually drunk? No, but he could feel a little buzz, an effect from the wine he’d been downing… His hands held Anon by the wrists… His grip was tight and his face was closing in… His mouth attacked his husband’s throat, sucking the skin, nipping, before dragging his tongue along it. He was hesitant to let one of Anon’s hand in case the man tried pushing him away but lust took over and before he knew it, his hand freed Anon’s right hand and his own unbuttoned and unzipped his husband’s pants without much word. His hand was quick to work, pushing inside Anon’s underwear and cupping the man’s front. 

“How many times did you make yourself cum since the last time I had you in my mouth?” He expected Anon to have relieved himself right after their encounter at his studio. He didn’t think Anon would’ve been interested in playing his little game… Besides, Anon didn’t even want to marry him. Was Anon planning to see other people? That didn’t sit well with him and his mouth showed it, marking Anon’s neck by sucking and biting, leaving obvious marks on his husband's pale and smooth skin…

His hand began moving inside Anon’s pants, fingers gripping his husband’s cock, wanting it hard and stiff for him and cumming in no time… 

[anonnikulaphon]

Red and Anon's wedding, 4th of January, 2025

[anonnikulaphon]

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, just after sunrise Location: Nikulaphon Mansion - his grandfather's estate Mood: Mixed emotions. Happy, apprehensive, excited, worried Attire: See above - even looking deflated he's still dressing sexy lol Music: Error by VIXX

It was the day of Anon and Red's wedding, a date that had been marked in the calendars of almost all Thai citizens, with so many people and press following the journey of the union between the Sangchaeron and Nikulaphon families. It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of Anon's life, but he found that he was getting more worried as the time to get ready and leave drew closer. He is happy, of course - he's waited for this day for so long. Anon just wishes his and Red's marriage was under better circumstances...

Currently, Anon is at his grandfather's estate, one of the largest and most lavish in Thailand. He slept over, having a room in the mansion that his grandfather has reserved just for him, and has already eaten breakfast with his family, who are excited for the upcoming wedding. He's taking a moment for himself, sitting beside the lake that runs parallel to the mansion, thinking quietly about the ceremony and what will happen after with Red.

Red has barely spoken to him, and Anon has no idea what the other is thinking. He worries that his attempt at breaking them up has ruined them forever, even though they were still out in public planning the wedding. Anon hates the silence on Red's part. It keeps him up at night, wondering if the man has gone off on his motorbike again and crashed it, making it so he's barely had enough sleep. He doesn't know where the two of them will go from here, especially since their families have already started planning future gatherings in celebration of their union.

Anon hears his sister calling for him from the mansion, urging him to go inside and get ready for his big day...

[reddevildaeng]

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, 4:01 P.M. Location: Vivacé Sukhumvit 74, amrong Nuea, Mueang Samut Prakan District, Samut Prakan. Mood: NOT VERY HAPPY. HE DOES NOT LIKE ANON. PERIODT. Attire: See above. He mad pretty tho...

Look at the baby... Suri, if you weren't a bit psycho, I'd love you more.

But, no, for real, I love you XD

[ippotis]

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, 4:01 P.M. Location: Vivacé Sukhumvit 74, amrong Nuea, Mueang Samut Prakan District, Samut Prakan. Mood: Conflicted. Anon has a lot of explaining to do. But he wasn't going to corner his now brother-in-law… There will be time to discuss things with Anon… Attire: See above. HE IS TROUBLED BUT LOOK AT P'DAN, SO HANDSOME.

Dan has been conflicted with his feelings regarding the wedding that's about to occur… It had been busy in their household that he never had a chance to talk to either Anon or Red. And now, the men two are getting married. He's aware that it's going to be trouble but he wasn't able to stop it...

The only light he sees during this time is Chai, his assistant and boyfriend who he made sure attended the event as well. Although they have been together for a few weeks now, he still hasn't made it official with his family... It was a bit hard when his mother tried to marry him off to every heiress the woman met...

He sticks with Chai as soon as the younger man arrived at the venue, making sure that the man is taken care of. He plans to take Chai away on a weekend vacation after his brother's wedding... He is definitely not going to spend any more time with his family who he knows would be nagging him about getting married as well...

[savagexgarden]

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, 4:01 P.M. Location: Vivacé Sukhumvit 74, amrong Nuea, Mueang Samut Prakan District, Samut Prakan. Mood: HAPPY FOR HIS BESTIE!!! But he's like a bit confused and also surprised? Attire: See above. He looks so handsome.

Surprised because Sing spots his on-screen partner arriving at Red's and Anon's wedding... Is he supposed to know that his co-star is related to either Red or Anon? Most likely Anon because Red never mentioned that his friend knew P'Boon...

He right away made himsself known to his co-star. He only has his manager with him despite the invitation indicating plus one...

Is it weird he and his co-star had not talked about the wedding? They live together... The topic was never brought up.

Sing has a lot of things in his mind but he sticks around P'Boon, taking advantage of their closeness, holding onto the man as if they came to the venue together...

[reddevildaeng]

till death do us part

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, 6:13 P.M. Location: Vivacé Sukhumvit 74, amrong Nuea, Mueang Samut Prakan District, Samut Prakan. Mood: I DUNNO. I CAN'T DESCRIBE IT, OKE? Attire: WEDDING TUX. We will post the tuxedo pictures ❤❤❤ Music: 그러지 마 [ Don't ] by eAeon and RM [ of BTS ]

Red's chest pounded as he firmly held Anon's hand in his hand. They stood in front of photographers and family, snapping endless picture to immortalized what everyone was calling "The Wedding of The Year." In the crowd, Red spotted his parents, his siblings, even Sing who he was so happy to see... But despite the smiling faces and even his own that seemed to be trained to mirror everyone's mood, he was anxious inside. He - wasn't sure what Anon, now his husband, was thinking. He still couldn't believed that the man showed up and went through their agreement. But what now? What happened after all their guests had gone home with their bellies full of food and wine and stories to tell for weeks...

He squeezed Anon's hand and without looking at his husband he whispered, "Are you okay?" He wanted to turn but worried that he'd see a face that was unhappy. He didn't want to see regret in Anon's eyes and would it be so heartless to keep a man capture in a bond that was sealed by a piece of paper. He could still feel Anon's lips pressed on his not so long ago after the official that conducted the ceremony announced them husband and husband...

"Just a few hours and you can do whatever you want," he then continued, the smile on his face was a mask he'd been wearing since he arrived at the venue. Would they be leaving the place together? Or would Anon prefer to go home to his own place. They never really discussed about their own condominiums and what they were going to do with them. Their families had a friendly fight on who would buy them a house... Should he tell Anon about the honeymoon he booked for them to the Swiss village of Interlaken months ago?

His hold on Anon's hand tightened, reflecting the heavy sensation he just felt in his chest... And then, there were cheering, "KISS, KISS, GIVE US A KISS!"

Red released a breath then swallowed. At this point, things were turning foggy; overwhelmed and maybe a little bit tired due to lack of sleep, he turned to Anon. He didn't say a word but met his husband's eyes. "They want a kiss," he said, half-smile on his face. If this was them before Anon tried breaking up with him, he would've made a different remark. Made Anon laugh, blush... Even shy... He reached to brush the side of the man's cheek before leaning in and taking advantage of the chering. He was going to kiss his husband once again whether the other like it or not. Another breath as he pressed their lips together, hands holding Anon close... He'd missed this. He missed their connection. He missed Anon. He wondered if Anon missed him, too, even just a little?

[reddevildaeng]

Timeline: 2025 January 4th, Saturday, very, very early in the morning… Location: Sangchareon Ancestral home outside Bangkok. Mood: Excited, nervous, focused, determined, hurt… Very anxious. Attire: See above. Later on, he will be wearing his wedding tuxedo... Music: 그러지 마 [ Don't ] by eAeon and RM [ of BTS ]

Red's and Anon's wedding are finally here.

Red did not sleep at all the night before and got up very early to prepare. He also hadn't eaten since mid day yesterday and was forced to sit down for breakfast before getting ready for the celebration.

He barely spoke to Anon since their last talk about breaking up. He was firm with his decision to get married. After all what they've been through, he refused to put his family through a heartbreak. He thought it was enough that he was suffering but he couldn't do it to his family who seemed to love Anon so much.

He - didn't mean a lot of the things he said during his argument with Anon. About living separately once they were married. But if Anon couldn't stand him and was just with him for whatever superficial reason, then he supposed the man could do what he needed to do, as long as they go through with their marriage.

He'd been anxious... He won't be seeing Anon until the actual wedding...

What if Anon decided to back down the last minute?

[anonnikulaphon]

making up

Timeline: 2024 December 7th, Saturday, 6:32 P.M Location: Spectrum Lounge & Bar, Bangkok. Mood: They're both a little sad Attire: See this post for Anon and this post for Boon With: @boonpiratana

"Hey."

Anon glanced up from where he was staring at his wine glass, the familiar, deep voice of his friend P'Boon drawing him out of his guilty and self-pitying thoughts.

"P'Boon," Anon said, straightening in his seat as he watched the actor hesitate for a moment before settling in the chair opposite him. It had been a good couple of months since Anon had seen his friend in person - of course he kept up with Boon's life on social media, but he had been the one to say they shouldn't talk anymore. "How are you?"

Boon looked at the table, where Anon had already ordered him his favourite beer, as well as a few snacks and appetisers for the table. The actor sighed, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them into the pocket before lightly scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, I'm good." Boon said with a nod. "Been busy. New project and all."

"I heard. BL, too?" Anon inquired, one of his eyebrows raising slightly. "Do you... wanna talk about that?"

"Maybe later," Boon said, relaxing back in his seat and picking up his beer, taking a sip, his eyes not leaving Anon's. "I'm more interested in whatever it is you want to talk about. We haven't spoken in a while. So... why am I here, Non?"

Anon sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, a tired expression on his face. Boon couldn't say that he had seen Anon look so... downhearted. Crestfallen. Defeated, even. It didn't suit the heir, who walked around with all the confidence of the world in his stride. "I miss you," Anon finally admitted, his voice soft. "It's been a hard few weeks and... I've needed a friend, really. And I would normally message you but it's my fault we're not talking in the first place."

"Yeah," Boon agreed, crossing his arms defensively, the hurt evident on his face. "For a reason I still can't understand."

"it was a stupid reason, I suppose," Anon said. "But I just... I really wanted things to work with P'Red after his accident. And even though I'd never tell him about us - because of course I would never expose you to anyone - I didn't want to risk lying to the man I love while he was going through such a hard time."

"The memory loss..." Boon softened, watching as Anon rubbed at his temple and nodded in defeat. "He still doesn't remember you, huh?"

"No," Anon replied, his voice quiet. "He doesn't."

"I'm sorry, Non. That's not an easy thing to go through," Boon told him, reaching out to hold onto his friend's hand. Anon glanced at their connected fingers, watching as Boon squeezed his hand in comfort, silently waiting for the other to continue - it appeared he had a lot to get off of his chest.

"Actually... I tried to break up with him."

Boon's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" He asked. "Because he doesn't remember you?"

Anon hesitated to answer, sucking his lower lip into his mouth before he let out yet another sigh, heavier than the last. "Sort of. You see, P'Red believed me after his accident, when I told him that we were in love. It was... it was so nice, P'Boon. It was everything I've ever wanted since I realised my feelings for him all those years ago. But his brother, P'Dan... he knew that something was off between us. And when he found out what I was doing he talked me into calling off the wedding because it wouldn't be fair to keep lying to P'Red."

Boon nodded, even though it didn't need to be said that he had warned Anon of this long before Dan did. If Boon were a lesser man, he'd tell Anon "I told you so" and leave him to wallow in the pity - but he was not. He knew that Anon was suffering, had already realised that Boon had been right - just him acknowledging that their lack of contact had been his fault was enough for Boon to remain by his side.

"But..." Anon continued, finally looking back up at Boon, a bittersweet smile on his face. "P'Red didn't want to break up with me. My plan worked. He fell in love with me. And the most fucked up part is I wish he hadn't - because it was all a lie. And now we're not talking because he's angry and hurt because I tried to call it off and I don't know what to say to win him over... And it's been hard because..."

"You still have to plan the wedding, don't you?" Boon finished when Anon fell silent. The heir nodded, squeezing Boon's hand back before releasing it, sliding it back into his lap.

"Yeah..." Anon nodded. "We have to smile for the camera. Smile in front of our families. But as soon as we're alone, we're back to how we were before the accident... No, actually, this is worse." Anon's voice fell into a whisper. "We don't talk to each other at all, anymore. At least before, even if he insulted me... we at least spoke."

"Silence speaks volumes," Boon quoted, watching as Anon absent-mindedly reached for his wine glass to take a sip. He didn't look drunk, which was good, but the effects of the alcohol must be making him feel more down and tired than usual. There was a droop in his shoulders, as though he burdened a heavy weight, and his usually keen and sharp eyes were half-lidded and puffy. Boon wondered if he had been crying. Anon was great at keeping his feelings together in the public - the press had never seen him cry - but alone at home was a different story. "He's hurting, you're hurting. You need to talk to him, Non. And not just about the wedding - about everything. His accident, his real feelings for you. If you admit that you were wrong, that you made a mistake, you could be redeemed. It won't be easy, but at least you've softened the blow, right?"

Anon set the glass down, once again resting his head in his hands as he nodded along to Boon's words. He knew that the other was right, that the advice he was giving him was the best course of action - and Anon wanted to take it. But - and this was something he'd never admit - he was terrified of what Red's reaction would be. He never thought it could get any worse than swearing or insults - but the silence, the ignoring, the lack of texts and calls, it was killing Anon. And every day he didn't hear from his fiancée, he was instead expecting another call from the hospital, telling him that Red had been in another accident. Anon couldn't be the reason for it - especially since deep down, he suspected he was the reason for the first one too...

"You're right," Anon acknowledged with his head bowed. "I know what I have to do. But... I'm scared, P'Boon. Scared of making things worse..."

"You have to take that leap, Non," Boon encouraged him. "There's no other way around it. Otherwise, what you're going through now is going to be the rest of your life with him - and you don't want that."

"No, no, I don't," Anon shook his head. "This- this is really good advice, P'Boon. Thank you. Thank you so much." Anon told the other, gazing up into his eyes. "And I'm sorry I shut you out. I shouldn't have done that. You're my friend, and I was selfish." Another smile crossed Anon's face - one that didn't reach his eyes. "I still am. Sitting here, asking you to come and listen to my sob story - you didn't have to stay here with me, but you did. And I appreciate it."

"You know, a lot of your problems could have been solved easily if you chose me instead of Red," Boon smiled cheekily, drawing out a little chuckle from Anon, who also rolled his eyes. "But the heart wants what it wants, right? Plus, I'm totally over you now."

Anon managed a laugh, the heir shaking his head. It was the first time he had felt happy in weeks - everything going on, the whiplash between the difference in his personal and public lives, had taken such a toll on their heir. Even his grandfather was worried, noting how Anon had lost some weight, which Anon brushed off as a result of the wedding planning. He didn't want anyone in his or Red's family to know they were unhappy.

"I needed to talk to you, P'Boon. Really, thank you for coming. I was going crazy, without a friend. And things are only getting crazier with the wedding being so close." Anon explained.

"Have you set a date yet?"

"We have, though who knows if we're going to go through with it. But, just in case it does, I'd love for you to be there..." Anon reached into his pocket, bringing out a shiny cream envelope. It was sealed with a red wax stamp and had his and Red's government name - Daeng - etched on the front in cursive. He handed it over to Boon, who opened it immediately to find their wedding invitation inside. "It might be weird inviting an ex - but I don't know how I'd manage if my best friend wasn't with me. I hope you can come, P'Boon. I hope it's not too much to ask of you to be there."

Boon ignored the slight pang in his heart as he carefully slid the invitation back in the envelope - though, he did notice the feeling of pain wasn't as strong as it used to be. Maybe... maybe he was truly getting over Anon, for good this time. Maybe now they could just be friends, and nothing more. "Of course I'll attend," Boon promised. "I'll be there for you Anon. Now come on - we have two months of life to catch up on."

"Yes," Anon agreed, lifting up his drink. He was in a considerably better mood now, the sadness in his eyes still prevalent, but not overpowering his entire being as it had before. "I need to know about how a certain closet case ended up as the lead in a BL film. Do tell, P'Boon."

"I'll let the closet case comment slide because you're upset," Boon teased, kicking Anon's foot lightly under the table. "But... yeah. Let me tell you all about it..."

[ end ]

[anonnikulaphon]

Timeline: 2024 December 7th, Saturday, 6:32 P.M. Location: Spectrum Lounge & Bar, Bangkok. Mood: Melancholy, guilty, lonely Attire: See above. He's sad but pretty 🥲 With: @boonpiratana

A couple weeks after he had attempted to break-up with Red, Anon was feeling incredibly lonely. He knew he had brought this upon himself by hurting his fiancée and lying about his true relationship with Red, but he had feelings too, and was currently stewing in them. Putting up an act in front of the press was exhausting, and he and Red didn't even talk unless it was about the wedding plans or if they had to be with family. It's like Anon was lying to everyone, these days...

Feeling like he needed a friend, Anon contacted his ex-boyfriend Boon. Their last conversation had not ended well, and Anon knew that he was the one at fault. Still, he didn't want to lose anymore than he already had, and asked Boon to meet with him at one of their regular hang-outs in an attempt to salvage what he had ruined...

[reddevildaeng]

Red had calmed down a lot. He managed to regulate his own lust by focusing on Anon... Pleasuring his fiance to the point where the other was begging to cum so bad. But he decided it wasn't time yet and stopped just when Anon thought he was about to reach climax... It might've been cruel but he knew that when the right time comes, he'd be able to give his future husband triple the pleasure... He paid attention to Anon's body, kissing parts of the man to bring down the level of excitement, at least he hoped... Eventually, he moved Anon on top of him and he almost thought it was a mistake -

"Fuck, I wanna cum so bad. Hurts... Please, please, wanna cum P'Red, I wanna cum..."

His fiance begged once more while grinding on top of him. He responded with a light slap on the other's ass. He liked the sound of it and did it again before chuckling. "You know, you are a spoil brat," he said, eyeing the man whose cock was just fucking his mouth moments ago. He could still taste Anon's precum; it tasted good. He wanted more. But all in due time... "Have you always been this impatient?" He teased, free hand reached to pinch the bridge of Anon's nose. "If I make you cum now, you might not show up to our wedding. I should reserve some of my dignity," he continued, nodding his head. "I know I was a whore once," his eyebrow raised, suppressing a grin. "But I'm a changed man. And I wanna make sure you just don't want me for my mouth and cock," there was no stopping him. He was having way too much fun.

He pulled himself to sit up, moving up to rest his back on the back board, pulling Anon to him, shaping the other's body against him. "I don't want it to end yet," he then said, a bit serious this time, brushing the hair away from Anon's face. "I want it to last a bit longer... You think you can do it with me?" He pulled his fiance much closer, arm on Anon's back. "Meaning - You don't cum for me until our wedding night... No jerking off, no stuffing yourself with toys, no touching your pretty cock... I wanna make you think of me all the time until I make you my husband... Imagine the things I'd do to you once we're married," he then paused, leaning in to kiss the side of Anon's face then moving his lips to the man's ears, whispering, "I promised, I'd make you cum multiple times..."

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon felt like he was losing himself in pleasure, cock hard and leaking while his ass rubbed circles against Red's crotch. He was being so so so patient, expecting a reward, because that's what usually waited for him after listening so well right? Sure he didn't play like this with everyone, and most people gave in when Anon made it clear he wanted to cum - but Red wasn't just 'anyone'. And it was becoming abundantly apparent just how much Red deviated from any of Anon's other bed partners, when instead of giving the heir what he wanted, he instead slapped Anon's ass.

Anon jerked forward, lips parting as a small cry escaped his throat. It happened again too, causing Anon to clutch at Red even harder than before, the sting on his ass making his cock twitch in interest - but there was nothing more than that. He was still in Red's lap now, with his fiancée chuckling low and throaty in his ear before teasing him by calling him a spoilt brat. While that was true, Anon had no idea why Red was brining that up now instead of helping him cum, which is what the heir had been trying to get him to do.

Anon scrunched up his face when Red reached to pinch the bridge of his nose, his face still flushed with arousal and his heart still hammering away in his chest from their dance in the sheets. When Red spoke again, his voice was playful.

"If I make you cum now, you might not show up to our wedding. I should reserve some of my dignity. I know I was a whore once, but I'm a changed man. And I wanna make sure you just don't want me for my mouth and cock."

"W-wha... P'Red, what?" Anon asked. If Red hadn't noticed - though, of course he had because he had Anon's cock between his lips only moments ago - Anon was very much rock solid. His cockhead was glistening in precum, and while his erection was slightly flagging from the pause in their actions, it was still very much ready for more. "Are you- you have the nerve to tease me like this?" Anon asked, aghast, having half a mind to smack Red across the face. Was Red trying to humiliate him? For a split second, Anon was transported back in time, to before Red's accident, when he and the man would clash so violent that these kinds of actions would be expected from the other - he had no doubt in his mind that if the old Red could humiliate him, he would. But this Red... didn't he love Anon?

Everything was made clear when Red adjusted their positions, the teasing gone from his tone as he explained why he had stopped. Anon held onto him tightly, his legs still on either side of the other's body as the rest of him was pulled close.

"I don't want it to end yet. I want it to last a bit longer… You think you can do it with me?"

Anon frowned, his arousal fuelled brain making it a little difficult for him to understand exactly what Red meant, until the man continued to clarify.

"Meaning - You don't cum for me until our wedding night… No jerking off, no stuffing yourself with toys, no touching your pretty cock… I wanna make you think of me all the time until I make you my husband… Imagine the things I'd do to you once we're married. I promised, I'd make you cum multiple times…"

"You..." Anon's voice softened as it hit him, what Red was asking of him. The man was whispering so gently in his ear, pressing his full and kissable lips against his cheek as he offered Anon his proposal. "You mean neither of us get to... we both wait until our wedding night before we can cum?" Anon repeated the request, phrasing it as a question but already knowing the answer.

God, that was hot.

Red was asking for the both of them to hold off of not just sex, but getting themselves off too. It wasn't as if either of them were virgins either - but the intention was the build up to their special day, something extra special that was just between them to look forward to. The both of them, together, denying themselves until their wedding, where the freedom from their abstinence would be celebrated multiple times in the bedroom.

"You're going to kill me, you know that," Anon groaned, already knowing he was going to agree. He never denied himself of pleasure, so this was going to be a challenge. But for his P'Red, and the sake of their wedding, he would do it. Turning his head to the side, Anon planted a kiss on Red's cheek before nuzzling into his neck, nodding his agreement. "Fine, P'Red. We'll wait until the wedding night. But you better make true on your promise once we're married." Anon smiled into the man's neck, already imagining how Red would make him cum so many times after they tied the knot. He might not be cumming now, but he knew that his soon-to-be husband would make it worth his while...

[ end ]

[anonnikulaphon]

📱

[ p'red on anon's phone ]

PIC: a candid photo that anon sneakily took of a very handsome p'red when he saw him out one day during the pandemic. he's proud of not having been caught yet.

ID NAME: future husband...💍

RINGTONE: default

LAST TEXT MESSAGE/S:

His last message to P'Red:

Are you there, P'Red? Please text me back I just want to make sure you're okay I know we argued but if you got into another accident again... I don't even want to think about that kind of thing, P'Red... Just tell me you're there? ... Please?

[reddevildaeng]

[ sighhh gaaaaaah why is this so sad 😩😩😩😞😞😞😭😭😭😭 ]