anonnikulaphon

[anonnikulaphon]

It was heartbreaking, watching the way Red’s expressions changed and faltered after Anon dropped that huge bomb about breaking up and the fabricated reason as to why. He hadn’t wanted to risk ruining their relationship to the point of no return, but the lie had to be somewhat realistic. Anon just hadn’t anticipated just how hurt Red would be. He still wasn’t used to a Red that loved him - and while Anon would be happy living a life where the other remained unaware of the hatred he had for the heir, he knew that it couldn’t last forever.

“P’Red…” Anon said softly, trying to catch his fiancé’s eyes. Red still had a hold on his neck, but wasn’t looking at Anon.

“So, that was it, huh?” Red started saying. Anon was quiet as the other listed out the version of events that served as Anon’s reason of breaking up with him. He wanted to correct Red, counter every single point and take it all back in the hopes that it would salvage whatever was left of their relationship, but forced himself to bite his tongue.

Then, Red said something that surprised the heir. Saying that he didn’t give a fuck anymore and that no matter what Anon said, they would not be breaking up. He even… he even used the same reasons that Anon had used on _him_ back before his accident, when Red was so vehemently against their marriage but forced to remain because of how it would hurt their families. And the way in which he spoke - so assured of himself, stubbornly disagreeing with Anon, confident and commanding tone…

“We’re getting married.”

It was like Anon was speaking to the old Red. Of course, that Red would be happy if Anon decided to break up with him so it wasnt entirely the same - but in the moment, with the way he spoke and acted, it was reminiscent of the person he was before the accident that had wiped Anon from his memory. And Anon hadnt realised until now just how much he had missed him. The banter, the arguing, the way they got under each other’s skin…

The undeniable tension between them, the one that built its way up until neither of them could ignore it, no matter how much they tried…

“Disappear if that’s what you want. But you’re not leaving me today. I won’t allow it.”

Anon swallowed thickly as Red let go of him, ignoring the way his spine shuddered from those words. He kept a straight face, but on the inside he was grinning from ear to ear - Red still wanted him.

Sorry P’Dan, Anon thought to himself as Red stepped back. I tried.

But now, Anon didn’t know what to say. His fiancé already thought that he didn’t want him, which hadn’t been Anon’s intention, and was visibly mad at their situation. Anon couldnt risk acting more like an asshole and ruining them for life. He wanted to marry Red, if he had it his way the wedding would be tomorrow - but it would be doing both of them a disservice.

“Alright,” Anon decided to say softly, playing the role of a defeated fiancé, not wanting to argue further and risk Red getting even more hurt. For a split second, Anon remembered when he heard the news of Red’s accident - that motorcycle crash that Anon deep down believed he was partially at fault for. He didnt want that history to repeat - could not have it happen again, with even worse consequences than Red just losing his memory…

“P’Red,” Anon called, not wanting Red to leave angry, taking a step forward towards the man. “Please… you know I care about you, right? Please… please know that. It might be hard for you to believe right now but it’s the truth. Don’t… don’t leave here angry like this…” Despite how he had upset Red, Anon tentatively reached up to brush his fingers against his fiancé’s cheeks, leaning in close. “I don’t want you to get hurt again. Please don’t get hurt again…” Anon whispered, his lips a breath away from Red’s. Despite his better judgement, he eliminated the space between them, pressing their lips together in a short kiss. He couldn’t let Red leave thinking that he hated him. Red was his, whether or not he liked it.

[ end ]

Anon allowed Red to pull him by the neck, forced to look directly at his fiancée when the other did so. Anon could see the crease in his brow, the deep knot that formed in the centre, as Red tried to process Anon's words. The heir knew that they made no sense, but he was truly grasping at straws. If he could say whatever he wanted he knew he'd be able to end this upcoming marriage in a heartbeat - but it might permanently ruin any kind of relationship between him and P'Red in the future, which Anon simply could not risk. He had to be very careful how he proceeded from here on, needing to give Red an excuse that wouldn't close the door on what they shared completely.

"Are you seeing someone? Is that it? You found someone new? That's why you can't - won't 'settle down' with me? Maybe that was true of me in the past but had I not shown you how much I care about you? That I want to be with you? Why did we get engaged in the first place if you had these thoughts. They couldn't have just came to you overnight. Or you've been feeling this way since the beginning…"

Anon was quiet, letting Red ask his questions of disbelief, hoping that the other would come to a conclusion so that Anon wouldn't have to - alas, that didn't seem the case. Red only provided more possible permanent-relationship-breaking scenarios, like Anon seeing someone else. There was no way Anon could use that as an excuse - and not just because it would ruin everything between himself and P'Red, but because it wouldn't be believable in the first place. The tabloids would have started rumours by now if the beloved heir on the nation was cheating on the fiancée he claimed to love so much. And Red wasn't doing anything for Anon to accuse him of cheating, so those scenarios were out.

"Were you trying to break-up with me, too? Before my accident? Did I - just trap you this whole time? You didn't really want it and you felt bad coz I got hurt and now you're stuck? You really didn't want to marry me?"

That cut Anon to the core, and the man couldn't help the wince that crossed his face as Red's words shifted from anger and shock to self-doubt. His grip on Anon's neck loosened, but his hand still remained, giving the heir a sense of comfort he didn't feel like he deserved, since he was actively breaking his fiancée's heart.

Damn it, P'Dan...

"We... yeah, we were fighting, before the accident," Anon admitted, figuring that maybe he could work with that. He'd have to make up the rest as he went along, but at least it wouldn't hurt P'Red as much as the other ideas the man was thinking of. "For weeks, actually. We just... we couldn't agree on anything, P'Red. For the wedding, for where to live afterwards, for the friends we'd see even if the other didn't like them - so many things, P'Red. As much as we love each other, wouldn't we be hurting each other more if we continued with this marriage?" Anon said softly, trying to make the blame shared between the two of them instead of putting it all on himself or Red.

Anon reached up, gently caressing the side of Red's face, hoping that this would be enough to separate them as P'Dan wanted, but not ruin them forever. "I know we love each other now, but maybe we're just not ready for this. Besides... you still don't know who I am. It doesn't feel right to start a whole new life with you, when you don't remember me, P'Red. So let's take some time, okay?"

[anonnikulaphon]

the heir 2

Timeline: Summer, ten years ago… Red was 17, P'Dan was amost 20, and Suri was 14… Location: Ancestral home just outside Bangkok. Mood: 😩😩😩 Attire: N/A With: @anonnikulaphon 💔💔💔 Music: Lux Aeterna by Clint Mansell

Three summer weeks went by like breeze on a comfortable afternnon. He thought it wouldn't end. He was having a good time with the family guest and his brother Suri? Had been occupied by his own friends who came to stay for the rest of the season.

That weekend, another family friend arrived from Bangkok. They were greeted with same energy as the Nikulaphons. He was familiar with them; old, old friend of his great-grandfather. They brought a few of their grandsons one of which he knew Suri had the eyes on... A man of his own age who, he also learned found interest in Anon.

It wasn't the same since then. Anon was whisked away in whichever part of the vast estate. The streams, the farmlands... He didn't know how to feel about it. It was as if something that belonged to him was taken away so suddenly he didn't have time to adjust and react.

"They're swimming at your stream you know," Suri would report to him voluntarily. He didn't seek his brother's input but it was ready whenever they crossed paths. "I heard your Anon laughing while he chased him around -"

"Just leave it!" He snapped. "Why are you even so obsessed? Didn't you want Anon to leave me alone?" He was bitter and he couldn't hide it in his tone. But it was not meant for his Nong.

"Phi was supposed to be mine," Suri whined. He didn't understand it at first. Who?? Which Phi?? Anon??? When he saw Suri's tears he realized which Phi the young Sanghchareon was referring to...

"Nong -"

"But Anon ruins everything! He's such a spoiled brat! He gets whatever and whoever he wantts! Now that Phi is here, he just left you behind coz he knows - HE KNOWS I LIKE PHI!"

Suri was throwing a tantrum was his first thought but he felt the sentiment and perhaps, this was more than a tantrum. He consoled his younger brother, hugging him while his thoughts were on Anon, swimming in their stream...

//

At dinner that night, he sat across Anon who was sat next to -

"Phi, try this it's very good," Suri was making an effort; he smiled at his younger brother who seemed to have calmed down a lot since this afternoon. Suri sat on the other side of he man whose attention were all on Anon.

He pushed his food around on his plate while the adults chatted, including his P'Dan. At one point, he looked up and found Anon staring at him.

"What?" He sounded irritated but it was his heartbeat that caught him offguard. The skip that almost made him catch his breath...

"Stop playing with your food," Anon mouthed, there was an obvious smile pulling at the other's lips. He missed it. The gaze that only meant for him...

"Fuck off," he also mouthed, but his own smile undeniable. He felt a kick under the table. His eyebrow raised -

"Meet. Me."

He watched Anon's lips mouthed the words. Just two words that sent his whole body in paralysis. Suddenly, his appetite was back and he was shoving his food into his mouth.

Right after, he excused himself and washed up. MEET ME. Anon wanted to meet him... He had an idea where, that spot in the property where Anon would stand around to wait for him before they head to the stream on his bike... Next to a very old mango tree.

He headed that way, heart thumping in his chest. His mother's words ringing in his ear;

"Do you and Anon have an understanding already? I know you're fond of him. Otherwise you wouldn't drag him everywhere even though you try to give him a hard time... He's got a really nice face. And he's smart. He loves our family."

"Suri hates him."

"Do you?"

"I -" His reminiscing was interrupted when he saw a figure running towards him. He was still a bit a aways from where Anon should be -

"Anon?"

"Phi!!"

"Suri?" His frown was deep as he got ahold of his brother's shoulders; the younger man was shaking, breathing hard, crying.

"What?? What happened?" He looked around, worried, his chest pounding so hard that it hurts -

"Anon-"

"What?! WHAT!? WHAT HAPPENED TO ANON??" He turned to run towards where Suri came from.

"Phi, don't!"

"I have to help him! What happened! Is he okay?" He needed to go, to run. To Anon.

"Phi - he and - Well-"

"Nong! What are you talking about??"

"Phi... Anon and... They're... By the guesthouse... Together-"

"What?" He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at his brother. "Nong, don't make up stories or I swear to-"

"Phi, they're together... Alone... Naked... Why would I make that up??" Suri controlled his emotions although tears were running down his face, his fists tightly clenched. "I - caught them but they didn't see me..." Suri wiped his tears that kept flowing.

"I don't believe you-"

"Phi, don't... Please... It's bad enough I had to tell you but I don't - I don't want you seeing it, too. This wasn't the first time. They did this at the stream, too... And god knows where else... He doesn't care about you, Phi... He just wants your attention-"

"Take it back!" He grabbed a fistful of Suri's shirt.

"Phi, I'm not lying-"

"Take it back!"

"Phi tried to do it to me, too, but I didn't let him so now he's with Anon-" Suri then said that made him pause.

"Nong?"

"I just really like him, Phi... But... He likes Anon more... And... You like Anon more than you like me... Even when he's been fooling you all this time."

"Nong..." His jaw clenched.

"I gotta go... I-"

"Nong, no, you're not going anywhere alone," his heart sank, looking towards the guesthouse which wasn't far from where he stood with his brother. "I - didn't know -" He didn't know what to say about his brother's affection towards their guest but he also didn't know that he'd been blind. Was he so focused on Anon he didn't see that there were other things Anon was getting himself busy with? Why would Anon want to meet him?? Maybe to tell him once and for all his relationship with that man?

"We're not gonna waste time on them, alright?" He took his brother by the arm and held him close until he himself was calm enough to go back to the main house.

That night, he begged his mother to be sent to Phuket, with his other cousins. "I'll take Suri with me, na na Mae, na? Before the summer ends?"

He must've been a fantastic actor, a deceiver; he was able to conceal his broken heart and darkened soul that he managed to convinced his parents to send them away. The following day, he and Suri road on the family vehicle very early before the sun even rose to the skies. It was the beginning of the end of his memorable summer...

[ end ]

[anonnikulaphon]

the heir

Timeline: Summer, ten years ago... Red was 17, P'Dan was amost 20, and Suri was 14... Location: Ancestral home just outside Bangkok. Mood: 😩😩😩 Attire: N/A With: @anonnikulaphon 💔💔💔 Music: Intro by The XX

How old was it? This feeling that Red never put a name on? It was a skip in the heartbeat, a gentle fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Suri didn't like it. His younger brother would say he was different when the family friend was around. His attention divided and he had a 'stupid look' on his face.

"They're coming," their mother announced. "Better be on your best behaviour. We don't want to embarass ourselves like the last time," she glared at Red who ginned wider, braces occupying his entire mouth.

"I didn't think the chickens would get in the house, Mae..." He reasoned, trying his best not to laugh. "Besides, it was N'Anon -"

"It doesn't matter who opened the coop. I do not want chicken poop in my house!"

They were lined up after that, presented to the guests like obedient little soldiers once the convoy of white cars entered their long driveway, carrying the Nikulaphons who would be staying with them for a few weeks.

"Why do we have to be here for this," Suri muttered, watching the guests emerged from the first vehicle. The old Nikulaphon, greeting the Sangchareon with his palms pressed together; in return, the hosts mirrored the gesture before presenting some gifts of flowers and refreshments.

"Quiet!" P'Dan was quick to put his brothers in check.

Red on the other hand almost broke his neck, trying to look behind the old guest, to see if he could spot the young heir that usually tagged along. When he didn't see the usual scrawny physique, he pouted, and right away concocted a plan to leave the estate without being noticed. He wasn't gonna stay around for some boring adult party -

His planning interrupted by a punch on his chest.

"Your idiot face got me in trouble with my grandpa."

"I dunno what you're talking about. You're stupid enough to open the damn coop. You got yourself in trouble." Was he sick in the head? Appearing calm when his chest pounded as he stared at Anon who glared at him for calling him stupid.

"Don't talk to me for the entire weekend. You're ugly."

"What made you think I'd want to talk to you. You're uglier," and walked away from the teenager. His brother Suri on the other hand was grinning happily next to him.

"What are you so happy about?" He looked behind them and saw his P'Dan staying back to talk to the adults. The scrawny kid still hanging around his grandpa.

"Oh, nothing. Maybe now you're not talking to Anon, you'd actually spend time with me."

"It's Phi," he scolded his Nong. "Just because you don't like him you're not gonna be disrespectful. Call him Phi. You don't want P'Dan getting on your case, too," and left Suri behind who continued to sulk...

//

Similar numerous encounters; usually with Red just acting mean and stupid. He liked the attention the young Nikulaphon would throw him if he did something outrageous.

"You're gonna die of cancer," Anon told him when the younger teenager caught him smoking at the balcony.

He puffed and exhaled the other's way and then said, "You're gonna die of cancer, too. Second hand smoke is just as bad."

Suri would always be in the same space, mostly watching with a sour look on his face. Red understood Suri never really seemed happy when there were guests in their house. But Suri was particularly insufferable when it was the Nikulaphons visiting.

One time, during a hot summer day, he decided to go biking towards the stream to cool off. Suri wanted to come along but he refused.

"You can come but go get your bike. I'm not riding with you hanging off me the entire time."

Then he spotted Anon watching from afar on his way out of the property. His mother called him back and insisted that he took Anon with him... He ended up having someone hanging off him while he rode his bike towards the stream... Suri was not thrilled with that.

They didn't come back until it was dinner time and Suri accused him of playing favorites.

He couldn't sleep that night. Not because of what his Nong said to him but what wasn't said during the swim in the stream. For the first time, he didn't call Anon any names while they enjoyed the cool water together.

A few days after that his mother talked to him about Anon.

"I'm glad you're getting along."

"Getting along with whom?" He was very good at playing dumb.

"It's a good thing."

"What's so good about it?"

"You know, we progress with time but certain traditions we uphold to keep the family strong. In the future, you and your brothers will be taking over the family and the family businesses. You will need allies... It is smart to start thinking ahead. The Nikulaphons have a soft spot for you and your Phi. They think you or Dan would be a good match for their grandson -"

"Phi? P'Dan???" Why didn't he like that idea??

"There's nothing set in stone, my love."

"Phi don't even talk to Anon," he muttered, clicking his tongue.

"Do you and Anon have an understanding already?"

His eyes grew wide, staring at his mother.

"I know you're fond of him. Otherwise you wouldn't drag him everywhere even though you try to give him a hard time..."

"He's annoying," his tone lacked conviction.

"He's got a really nice face. And he's smart."

"He's a spoiled brat..."

"He loves our family."

"Suri hates him," he joked as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you?"

He fell silent, pouting his lips as he gave no response.

[ tbc ]

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon moaned, his body writhing on the sheets of the bed in the centre of the studio from Red's constant and torturous teasing. Red played with his cock like it was a toy, alternating between licking at the leaking slit to sucking slowly on the head, driving Anon mad with lust and the need to cum. He nuzzled deeply against Anon's thighs, his hair tickling the sensitive, supply skin, tongue making its way down to tease Anon's heavy sacs. Every swipe of Red's tongue had Anon's body trembling, the need to release consuming him - but Red was a master at his craft. A master at making Anon wait for it, beg for it, directing the pace, knowing exactly when to pull off before it became too much. While Anon was a desperate and panting mess, Red was totally in control, preventing Anon from cumming too early despite the fact that he had been so close for so long.

"You like it, baby?"

"Yes," Anon panted, occasionally tilting his hips up when Red's mouth was over his tip, trying to thrust more of his cock inside that warm and wet crevice. It was futile, unless Red decided to do more than just suckle on his tip and tease Anon's balls. That switch in position of power, where Anon - who was typically composed and in charge in all facets of his life - was instead at the mercy of another... fuck, it lit a fire within him. At the will of P'Red, who knew how to tease him and edge him and make him helpless - not many people could do such a thing, let alone get away with it, the way Red was.

"More, P'Red, more~" Anon begged, his voice heavy, mouth parted as he tried to focus on chasing that warm feeling within.

It was as if hours had passed before Red finally peeled off Anon's underwear. Anon's cock bounced, springing from its confines, angry and red and leaking. He focussed on trying to keep his breathing steady as Red took his cock in his mouth, taking the entire thing until it hit his throat. Anon almost choked as he strained himself not to cum, his toes curling into the sheets while his fingers fisted the shirt he wore, crumpling the material in his tight grip.

"Your cock's so pretty, baby… I love how it tastes…"

"Oh fuck," Anon's breathy voice called out, watching as Red held his cock in his mouth for ages before pulling off and doing it again. All the while, Red would look at him, watch his creations, his lips curled into a dastardly grin, knowing exactly how he was making Anon feelings. "Your mouth- P'Red, your mouth- fuuckk-" Anon moaned in pleasure. The build-up - it was too much, he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum-

Right when Anon felt like he was about to burst, Red pulled off of his cock entirely and prevented him from attaining the orgasm he desperately wanted. The heir let out a loud whine, his body tingling and trembling, cock wet with Red's saliva and twitching angrily at being denied. Anon jerked where he lay when Red pressed his thumb down on his perineum, only adding to the heat that enveloped Anon's body, causing him to squirm in place before he bent down to kiss his creamy thighs.

"You're not cumming yet, baby… You're doing so well… You're gonna hold it for me? Save it so I can watch you cum over and over…"

Anon sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut and grinding his teeth together as he nodded in resignation. His knuckles were white from how tightly he was holding onto his - Red's - work shirt, afraid to let go lest he take matters into his own hands and jerk himself off - though, Red, he was sure, wouldn't like that.

Red allowed some time to pass, Anon's cock barely flagging before the other crawled on top of him, kissing his lips and biting his neck. Anon bared it for him, the scrape of blunt teeth against his throat causing him to moan. "You look so fucking hot in my shirt… I have other shirts you can borrow."

"I'll wear them for you P'Red," Anon panted, voice a little weak and shaky, breathless as he spoke. "Wanna wear your clothes - want... want everyone to see - see me in your clothes -"

In a swift motion, Red rolled their positions, pulling Anon from the mattress so that the heir was now straddling him. Anon steadied himself by resting one of his palms on Red's naked chest while the other was on the bed, continuing to pant while fiancée asked him how he was feeling.

"Mmm... M'good, P'Red," Anon answered, liking this change in position. His ass was directly atop of Red's crotch and he expertly rolled his hips against it, groaning at the way it felt. His head bowed low, hair obscuring his vision as he gazed at Red, a helpless expression on his face. "Fuck, I wanna cum so bad." Anon groaned, rolling his hips again. His balls were so full, making it a little uncomfortable to sit in Red's lap. He shifted in place, moaning in delight as more friction prickled his cock, lower half emulating the motion of riding Red, even though the other hadn't even penetrated him yet. Anon leaned down even further, getting close to Red's face, the tips of their noses brushing against each other. The heir connected their lips, short, wet kisses, continuing to wiggle and roll atop the man. "Hurts," Anon breathed, talking about how his cock was aching with the need to cum. "Please, please, wanna cum P'Red, I wanna cum..."

Anon was barely keeping it together. His cock was leaking and heavy in his underwear, the thin and lacy material barely able to contain it now that it was at full mast from Red's simulation. His fiancée's shirtless body loomed over him, with Red's face getting closer to his own as Anon begged to be fucked, all while he jerked his cock slowly as to Red's liking.

Red's tongue entered Anon's already parted mouth, sucking his own one in for a kiss. They both moaned into it, the noises mingling loudly, with Anon quickly running out of breath with how deeply they were entangled. He let out gasp when Red pulled away.

"Stop touching yourself… Let me see that pretty cock of yours…"

"P-phi Red!" Anon whined. He was already touching himself slowly, teetering on the edge of pleasure when his fiancée instructed him to stop. Anon did end up listening - his fingers peeled off his hard cock, one by one, with Anon really having to fight the urge to ignore Red and just finish the job. But he knew the wait would be worth it - that Red would have something better planned for the both of them, if he listened well.

Anon fisted his shirt - Red's shirt - as his fiancée lowered himself to get in between Anon's parted legs and pushed his thighs up until they were almost touching his chest. Anon held the position, knowing full well how exposed he was, how he looked possibly even more erotic than if he were naked, with the pathetically thin material of his underwear barely covering anything in front of the cameras that recorded them.

"F-fuckkk, P'Red..." Anon panted when he felt the man nuzzle into his cock, still 'concealed' by the lacy fabric that rubbed deliciously against his sensitive area. Red looked at him the entire time too, that cheeky, playful grin not leaving his face as he breathed hot air onto Anon's cock, causing the heir to squirm and jerk in place from the teasing. Then Red licked upward, nearly bringing Anon to tears with how fucking good that felt. He could feel his blood pulsating from beneath his skin, causing his cock to throb as desire slowly threatening to consume him.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, baby? Wanna fuck my mouth?"

"F-fuckk, yes!" Anon whined, squirming again when Red licked the tip of his wet cock. Red seemed fixated on his underwear, playing with it between his teeth and alternating between licking through the fabric of nuzzling into it. Anon wondered if Red knew just how arousing it was - that the lace, while soft, had ridges and patterns that stimulated his hardened cock, increasing the pleasurable sensations.

"Your cock's so pretty when it's desperate… I wanna put it in my mouth and play with it with my tongue… You want me to do it, baby? You want me to suck you off?"

"P-please- a-ahhh," Anon moaned when Red licked his balls, which were spilling through the sides of his underwear, before drawing the tip of his dick between his lips.

"I'll suck you… Play with your balls and iIf you hold your cum for me while I let you fuck my throat, I'll fuck you so good and make you cum multiple times…"

Hearing that Red would let him cum more than once - even if in hindsight might be totally overstimulating - had Anon writhing even more on the mattress, delirious with need. "L-let me fuck your mouth Phi," He moaned, already arched his hips upward. The tip of his cock was sticking out the waistband of his underwear, shiny with precum. Anon thrust up, managing to swipe Red's lips with the head of his dick, painting it with the translucent liquid. "Suck me P'Red, want your mouth on me, please~!" Anon moaned, arching his hips and cock up once again to try to entice the other to get his mouth around it.

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon was barely keeping it together. His cock was leaking and heavy in his underwear, the thin and lacy material barely able to contain it now that it was at full mast from Red's simulation. His fiancée's shirtless body loomed over him, with Red's face getting closer to his own as Anon begged to be fucked, all while he jerked his cock slowly as to Red's liking.

Red's tongue entered Anon's already parted mouth, sucking his own one in for a kiss. They both moaned into it, the noises mingling loudly, with Anon quickly running out of breath with how deeply they were entangled. He let out gasp when Red pulled away.

"Stop touching yourself… Let me see that pretty cock of yours…"

"P-phi Red!" Anon whined. He was already touching himself slowly, teetering on the edge of pleasure when his fiancée instructed him to stop. Anon did end up listening - his fingers peeled off his hard cock, one by one, with Anon really having to fight the urge to ignore Red and just finish the job. But he knew the wait would be worth it - that Red would have something better planned for the both of them, if he listened well.

Anon fisted his shirt - Red's shirt - as his fiancée lowered himself to get in between Anon's parted legs and pushed his thighs up until they were almost touching his chest. Anon held the position, knowing full well how exposed he was, how he looked possibly even more erotic than if he were naked, with the pathetically thin material of his underwear barely covering anything in front of the cameras that recorded them.

"F-fuckkk, P'Red..." Anon panted when he felt the man nuzzle into his cock, still 'concealed' by the lacy fabric that rubbed deliciously against his sensitive area. Red looked at him the entire time too, that cheeky, playful grin not leaving his face as he breathed hot air onto Anon's cock, causing the heir to squirm and jerk in place from the teasing. Then Red licked upward, nearly bringing Anon to tears with how fucking good that felt. He could feel his blood pulsating from beneath his skin, causing his cock to throb as desire slowly threatening to consume him.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, baby? Wanna fuck my mouth?"

"F-fuckk, yes!" Anon whined, squirming again when Red licked the tip of his wet cock. Red seemed fixated on his underwear, playing with it between his teeth and alternating between licking through the fabric of nuzzling into it. Anon wondered if Red knew just how arousing it was - that the lace, while soft, had ridges and patterns that stimulated his hardened cock, increasing the pleasurable sensations.

"Your cock's so pretty when it's desperate… I wanna put it in my mouth and play with it with my tongue… You want me to do it, baby? You want me to suck you off?"

"P-please- a-ahhh," Anon moaned when Red licked his balls, which were spilling through the sides of his underwear, before drawing the tip of his dick between his lips.

"I'll suck you… Play with your balls and iIf you hold your cum for me while I let you fuck my throat, I'll fuck you so good and make you cum multiple times…"

Hearing that Red would let him cum more than once - even if in hindsight might be totally overstimulating - had Anon writhing even more on the mattress, delirious with need. "L-let me fuck your mouth Phi," He moaned, already arched his hips upward. The tip of his cock was sticking out the waistband of his underwear, shiny with precum. Anon thrust up, managing to swipe Red's lips with the head of his dick, painting it with the translucent liquid. "Suck me P'Red, want your mouth on me, please~!" Anon moaned, arching his hips and cock up once again to try to entice the other to get his mouth around it.

Anon was getting carried away, his head resting back on the pillows of the model bed while his hand continued to run up and down his hard length. His release was so close, he could feel it, swimming just below the surface of his heated skin, the sensation just in his reach. He knew he was about to reach his peak, make a mess of himself and his pretty panties, but Red ached out and gripped his wrist, drawing it out of Anon's underwear.

"You'll cum when I tell you you can cum."

Anon's cock twitched violently even without any contact on it, the tip of it leaking onto his sweaty skin and on the top of underwear, the lace thoroughly soaked by now. The heir released a needy whine at having been denied, his hand trembling where Red had held it up. "B-but... s-so close..." Anon panted, glancing down at his half-clothed cock, part of it still trapped behind the lace. He complained, but there was no denying just how much more aroused he was when Red took control. Telling him he could only cum when the other deemed it was time... lord, Anon never had anyone treat him that way, keeping him hanging on. His sexual partners fought to satisfy him in bed, giving Anon a release that was hard and fast; but Red was the opposite, and Anon found it hotter than anything he had experienced before. He made Anon work for everything, memory-loss or not, and the heir supposed that sex was the same. And it excited him. The thought of having sex with Red excited him regardless - but having to work for his pleasure made it all the more thrilling, like he was earning something instead of being given it, the total opposite of how his life was.

Only for Red, would Anon ever do something like that.

Red left him for a moment on the bed, leaving Anon hard and needy, with the heir using his other hand to lazily rub at his nipples beneath his shirt. He watched as his fiancée fiddled with the cameras that had been pointing at the bed before rejoining him, hands on Anon's legs to keep them open. Anon shivered when Red's hand travelled up his thigh and teased the seam of his underwear, so close to where his balls were barely contained within.

"You look fucking hot, babe. Let me take a video of you cumming... "I wanna record you making a mess so you can watch how sexy you look, hmmm?"

"A-ahhh..." Anon breathed as he felt Red's palm cup his aching cock. He didn't do anything else but rest his hand there, yet Anon craved more, shifting his hips upward to hump into his hand, needing that friction otherwise he'd go mad with lust - though, he suspected Red would enjoy seeing him in that state, a slave to his desires, constantly waiting for something he could only get when Red said so.

"Y-yes... okay." Anon consented to the recording, glad to hear that Red was moaning too, just as turned on as him.

"You're gonna continue playing with yourself for me in front of my camera? If you do well, I'll fuck your mouth while I eat your ass..."

Fuck. Red's mouth spouted utter filth, and Anon ate up every single word. His fiancée wanting to record him, having evidence of what they did together to watch whenever he wanted... Anon loved the idea of it, of being Red's every waking and sleeping thought. He wondered if Red would jerk off to the footage they record today. If he'll relive it in his head again and again until it was all he could think about, unable to take it anymore until he had another taste of Anon. Being his object of desire, his only object of desire, was hot. And it was even better, knowing that he had tamed a playboy like Red. He might not be in control when they played like this, but everything beyond what happened in the bed was Anon's domain.

Anon's panting got deeper as Red started rubbing his length. Both of his hands were now at his own chest, pads of his fingers running over the hard nubs of his nipples, the skin around them tingling from the rubbing and pinching. Anon's cheek rested on Red's, since the man was nuzzling at his neck, before his fiancée started to lick and suck at his flesh, leaving evidence of this moment in the forum of red marks on Anon's delicate skin.

"Jerk yourself for me, babe."

Anon eagerly gripped his cock, letting out a strained noise when the length was in his palm once again, squeezing the base hard. His erection had not faltered in the slightest, but his urge to orgasm had because of the break. He started building it up again, ready to jerk himself fast until Red spoke again.

"Nice and slow..."

"P'Red...." Anon whined, forcing himself to slow his motions. Red had his eyes on him, and he really wanted the other to fuck him, and maybe he would if Anon listened to him well. He took his time, even if it was driving him mad, his fingers gliding up his wet cock at a pace that kept him toward the edge, but not enough to push him over. He was writhing in the sheets, letting out exasperated puffs of air through his lips as he edged his length for Red to enjoy, feeling his eyes becoming wet with frustrated tears. "God, I can't - Feels good- ooh..."

Red moved, his shirt removed in one swift motion, revealing his glorious body before Anon's eyes. Evidence of his accident, small surface scratches that were in the process of healing, had Anon remembering his guilt for a brief moment - but it was gone after Red guided Anon's hand to touch his chest. Anon's fingers ran down the toned and thick abdomen, causing him to stick his tongue out and run the wet digit along his lips, wanting to taste. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth too, biting down with his teeth as he drank his fill of his fiancée's torso and chest. At the same time, Red's hand continued to tease his inner thigh, sparking even more desire within Anon. And when Anon's hand was guided to Red's front, where the bulge of his cock was sticking out at the front of his jeans, the heir truly felt like his mind had become one-tracked. He squeezed, his goal now was to get Red's length freed from his pants and inserted somewhere in his body.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," Anon whined, his mouth opening easily for Red to stick his tongue inside.

Red's hold became forceful, pushing Anon's jaw open and holding it in place as he moved, getting between Anon's parted thighs.

"Tell me what you want, babe. What do you want?"

"Fuck me, P'Red," Anon begged, his words as clear as he could make them with Red's thumb in his mouth. "Please, please, fuck me," Anon continued. "Let me cum, fuck me and let me cum! I've been so good, I want to cum with you inside me."

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon allowed Red to pull him by the neck, forced to look directly at his fiancée when the other did so. Anon could see the crease in his brow, the deep knot that formed in the centre, as Red tried to process Anon's words. The heir knew that they made no sense, but he was truly grasping at straws. If he could say whatever he wanted he knew he'd be able to end this upcoming marriage in a heartbeat - but it might permanently ruin any kind of relationship between him and P'Red in the future, which Anon simply could not risk. He had to be very careful how he proceeded from here on, needing to give Red an excuse that wouldn't close the door on what they shared completely.

"Are you seeing someone? Is that it? You found someone new? That's why you can't - won't 'settle down' with me? Maybe that was true of me in the past but had I not shown you how much I care about you? That I want to be with you? Why did we get engaged in the first place if you had these thoughts. They couldn't have just came to you overnight. Or you've been feeling this way since the beginning…"

Anon was quiet, letting Red ask his questions of disbelief, hoping that the other would come to a conclusion so that Anon wouldn't have to - alas, that didn't seem the case. Red only provided more possible permanent-relationship-breaking scenarios, like Anon seeing someone else. There was no way Anon could use that as an excuse - and not just because it would ruin everything between himself and P'Red, but because it wouldn't be believable in the first place. The tabloids would have started rumours by now if the beloved heir on the nation was cheating on the fiancée he claimed to love so much. And Red wasn't doing anything for Anon to accuse him of cheating, so those scenarios were out.

"Were you trying to break-up with me, too? Before my accident? Did I - just trap you this whole time? You didn't really want it and you felt bad coz I got hurt and now you're stuck? You really didn't want to marry me?"

That cut Anon to the core, and the man couldn't help the wince that crossed his face as Red's words shifted from anger and shock to self-doubt. His grip on Anon's neck loosened, but his hand still remained, giving the heir a sense of comfort he didn't feel like he deserved, since he was actively breaking his fiancée's heart.

Damn it, P'Dan...

"We... yeah, we were fighting, before the accident," Anon admitted, figuring that maybe he could work with that. He'd have to make up the rest as he went along, but at least it wouldn't hurt P'Red as much as the other ideas the man was thinking of. "For weeks, actually. We just... we couldn't agree on anything, P'Red. For the wedding, for where to live afterwards, for the friends we'd see even if the other didn't like them - so many things, P'Red. As much as we love each other, wouldn't we be hurting each other more if we continued with this marriage?" Anon said softly, trying to make the blame shared between the two of them instead of putting it all on himself or Red.

Anon reached up, gently caressing the side of Red's face, hoping that this would be enough to separate them as P'Dan wanted, but not ruin them forever. "I know we love each other now, but maybe we're just not ready for this. Besides... you still don't know who I am. It doesn't feel right to start a whole new life with you, when you don't remember me, P'Red. So let's take some time, okay?"

Anon held his breath after saying his piece about breaking up, watching as Red's emotions were displayed through his expressions, his face twisting into darkness and denial. There was a silence between them, tense and heavy, with both men staring so intently at each other it felt like sparks could fly at any moment.

Anon meant it, when he told Red he loved him - he had loved him for so long. It was a part of him, at this point - Red lived in his heart, even when it was broken into shreds because of him. He lived in his brain, occupied so many of his waking and sleeping thoughts. There was no avoiding the strength of those feelings he had for P'Red - but there was also no avoiding the reality that the real P'Red did not feel the same away about Anon. The real P'Red would laugh in his face if Anon told him he loved him.

Red's face softened for a moment before the dark expression from earlier crossed it again, as he made his way towards Anon.

"I can't accept that."

Anon frowned, reaching up to massage his temple, hating this predicament. He blamed P'Dan so much for putting the two of them in this position. Anon was happy to continue living in this fairy tale, where he and Red had never hated each other and were excited to get married. P'Dan had to be the responsible one, as always, and hold Anon accountable for his actions. Ugh.

"I'm sorry P'Red, you're just going to have to accept it. I really just don't think we should get married," Anon said, exasperated. Red was stubborn, but Anon hadn't seen that side of him in so long - not since before the accident.

"What makes you think we can just not go through this just coz you don't think we should be married? Something must've happened, someone must've gotten into your head - Unless you can give me a good reason why you're doing this and I know you won't find one - You're not just gonna break-up with me. I won't allow it. Do you understand?"

Red's hand wrapped around the back of Anon's neck, a gesture the heir loved, but one he could not allow himself to fall into. It would go against what he was trying to do.

Swallowing thickly, Anon felt his heart pounding as he stared P'Red down. "Nothing has happened, it's just... P'Red, we're not the type of people to settle down." Anon said, grasping at whatever straws he could to try and convince the other that they should break up. "The both of us, we don't exactly do long-term relationships - and we're going to get married?? It's not... it's not who we are. So let's end this now, okay? Let's break up."

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon held his breath after saying his piece about breaking up, watching as Red's emotions were displayed through his expressions, his face twisting into darkness and denial. There was a silence between them, tense and heavy, with both men staring so intently at each other it felt like sparks could fly at any moment.

Anon meant it, when he told Red he loved him - he had loved him for so long. It was a part of him, at this point - Red lived in his heart, even when it was broken into shreds because of him. He lived in his brain, occupied so many of his waking and sleeping thoughts. There was no avoiding the strength of those feelings he had for P'Red - but there was also no avoiding the reality that the real P'Red did not feel the same away about Anon. The real P'Red would laugh in his face if Anon told him he loved him.

Red's face softened for a moment before the dark expression from earlier crossed it again, as he made his way towards Anon.

"I can't accept that."

Anon frowned, reaching up to massage his temple, hating this predicament. He blamed P'Dan so much for putting the two of them in this position. Anon was happy to continue living in this fairy tale, where he and Red had never hated each other and were excited to get married. P'Dan had to be the responsible one, as always, and hold Anon accountable for his actions. Ugh.

"I'm sorry P'Red, you're just going to have to accept it. I really just don't think we should get married," Anon said, exasperated. Red was stubborn, but Anon hadn't seen that side of him in so long - not since before the accident.

"What makes you think we can just not go through this just coz you don't think we should be married? Something must've happened, someone must've gotten into your head - Unless you can give me a good reason why you're doing this and I know you won't find one - You're not just gonna break-up with me. I won't allow it. Do you understand?"

Red's hand wrapped around the back of Anon's neck, a gesture the heir loved, but one he could not allow himself to fall into. It would go against what he was trying to do.

Swallowing thickly, Anon felt his heart pounding as he stared P'Red down. "Nothing has happened, it's just... P'Red, we're not the type of people to settle down." Anon said, grasping at whatever straws he could to try and convince the other that they should break up. "The both of us, we don't exactly do long-term relationships - and we're going to get married?? It's not... it's not who we are. So let's end this now, okay? Let's break up."

Timeline: 2024 November 22nd, Friday, 1:13 P.M. Location: His penthouse hotel suite, Bangkok, Thailand. Mood: Anxious, internally stressing, trying not to show it externally Attire: See this post. With: @reddevildaeng 😭

Anon was not one to get nervous, but what he was about to do today made it so it was unavoidable. A dreaded conversation, one he had been pushing until it became too hard not to, was about to occur between himself and P'Red - and Anon was not ready, despite having ruminated on what he was going to say for weeks now.

They hadn't seen each other much, since that day at the studio. Just visits here and there for wedding planning, though Anon attended those meetings with a bad feeling in his stomach, knowing he was about to completely pull the rug out from under Red's feet. It was even more heartbreaking because... because P'Red actually seemed invested in the marriage. Before the accident, Anon had had to drag his fiancée to appointments - now, Red was there because he wanted to, even if he wasn't making the decisions.

Anon sighed to himself when he heard the beep of his front door's scanning lock, knowing that it was time to face the music. Red entered, looking as handsome as ever, almost shaking Anon's resolve to go ahead with this in the first place - but he had to. He had promised P'Dan, and knew that his future brother-in-law meant well when he advised Anon to break things off with Red.

So when Anon saw Red, he didn't delay. He said to P'Red, as gently as he could, that it would be best for them to break up - to which of course, Red was not happy about.

"Babe, you're - joking right? Are you - Are you upset about something? Did I do something?"

Anon shook his head, attempting to keep a straight face. His own heart was breaking - he had had Red in his grasp, and was letting him go, and he wanted to scream about how unfair it was. He and Red were so close to marriage...

"Babe? Are you gonna say something or are you just gonna keep me guessing? Do you - do you not love me anymore?"

"I'm not kidding, P'Red," Anon finally said, after having been silent for a while while the other processed his bombshell. "I... I do care about you, I love you, that's not a lie at all but... I don't think we should be married. Or... even together. I don't see it working..." Anon let out a shaky breath, clearly unhappy himself, but determined to push through. "We should break up, P'Red."

[anonnikulaphon]

Timeline: 2024 November 22nd, Friday, 1:13 P.M. Location: His penthouse hotel suite, Bangkok, Thailand. Mood: Anxious, internally stressing, trying not to show it externally Attire: See this post. With: @reddevildaeng 😭

Anon was not one to get nervous, but what he was about to do today made it so it was unavoidable. A dreaded conversation, one he had been pushing until it became too hard not to, was about to occur between himself and P'Red - and Anon was not ready, despite having ruminated on what he was going to say for weeks now.

They hadn't seen each other much, since that day at the studio. Just visits here and there for wedding planning, though Anon attended those meetings with a bad feeling in his stomach, knowing he was about to completely pull the rug out from under Red's feet. It was even more heartbreaking because... because P'Red actually seemed invested in the marriage. Before the accident, Anon had had to drag his fiancée to appointments - now, Red was there because he wanted to, even if he wasn't making the decisions.

Anon sighed to himself when he heard the beep of his front door's scanning lock, knowing that it was time to face the music. Red entered, looking as handsome as ever, almost shaking Anon's resolve to go ahead with this in the first place - but he had to. He had promised P'Dan, and knew that his future brother-in-law meant well when he advised Anon to break things off with Red.

So when Anon saw Red, he didn't delay. He said to P'Red, as gently as he could, that it would be best for them to break up - to which of course, Red was not happy about.

"Babe, you're - joking right? Are you - Are you upset about something? Did I do something?"

Anon shook his head, attempting to keep a straight face. His own heart was breaking - he had had Red in his grasp, and was letting him go, and he wanted to scream about how unfair it was. He and Red were so close to marriage...

"Babe? Are you gonna say something or are you just gonna keep me guessing? Do you - do you not love me anymore?"

"I'm not kidding, P'Red," Anon finally said, after having been silent for a while while the other processed his bombshell. "I... I do care about you, I love you, that's not a lie at all but... I don't think we should be married. Or... even together. I don't see it working..." Anon let out a shaky breath, clearly unhappy himself, but determined to push through. "We should break up, P'Red."

unloved

Timeline: 2024 November 22nd, Friday, 1:13 P.M. Location: Studio then Anon's residence in Bangkok, Thailand. Mood: Focused at work; anxious, concerned… Attire: See this post. RED STILL HOT EVEN WHEN HE ABOUT TO GET SAD AND UPSET 😭😍🥵 With: @anonnikulaphon 💔💔💔

It didn't take Red long to get to Anon's place. He's known by the guards at this point and let him up without any questions. He also has a key card to his fiance's place. He thought he'd suprise the man by dropping by to take the other to lunch and perhaps just to hang out for the rest of the day. But it ended up being him who was surprised once he was face to face with his fiance... He looked the man in the eyes with a deep frown lining his forehead.

"Babe, you're - joking right?" He said, trying to make light of what he just heard come out of his fiance's mouth. Surely Anon's just pulling his leg... A break-up? "Are you upset with me coz I've been working a lot?" He tried to find sense in the comment made but he ended up even more confused. "Are you - Are you upset about something? Did I do something?" What Anon suggested started to sink in, to feel heavy in his chest. The man can't be serious.

"Babe? Are you gonna say something or are you just gonna keep me guessing?" He was beginning to feel frustrated, maybe even a bit upset. He couldn't understand why suddenly cancelling the wedding was being brought up. "Do you - do you not love me anymore?" Somehow, his last question stung deeper than how he thought it would be if it was reality. It was like he'd been in this situation; the feeling was familiar and - he wasn's sure how to deal with it.

[anonnikulaphon]

Timeline: 2024 November 22nd, Friday, 1:13 P.M. Location: Studio then Anon's residence in Bangkok, Thailand. Mood: Focused at work; anxious, concerned... Attire: See above. HE'S BEEN WORKING AND GETTING SO INTO IT AND LOOK HOW HANDSOME HE IS OMGGGG 😭😍🥵 With: @anonnikulaphon 💔💔💔

Red has been busy; between the wedding preparation and working at his studio, he's been running around and he enjoys it. Knowing that somehow, his life is back to 'normal' brings him peace even when he still yet to recover his memories of his fiance, Anon. Since their time at his studio weeks ago, Red realizes that he hasm't really spent a lot of time with Anon aside from them getting together to prepare for the wedding... Today, he decides to finish early at work and visit his fiance...

[anonnikulaphon]

Timeline: 2024 November 22nd, Friday, 1:13 P.M. Location: His penthouse hotel suite, Bangkok, Thailand. Mood: Anxious, internally stressing, trying not to show it externally Attire: See above. He's relaxed at home kjlsdlfa With: @reddevildaeng 😭

Anon has tried to limit his interaction with Red for almost a month, except for instances where they needed to plan for their wedding. But that was the problem - the wedding. The closer they got to the preparation, the more Anon thought of P'Dan's words of warning. He needed the time to build up his resolve to break this wedding off with Red quickly, but without hurting the other's feelings - which he knew was going to be an impossible task...

[anonnikulaphon]

[ "phi, don't listen to the haters. they're just jealous that you're happy and getting married! we support you and p'red!!!" ]

[ Finally, a nice message to break up the sea of hate that Anon has been receiving lately. He smiles to himself as he replies ]

Thank you for your support! P'Red and I are excited to share in these happy moments with you We're looking forward to the wedding and are glad to see so many people are wishing us well We wish you well, too, and look forward to sharing more of our love with the rest of the nation!

[anonnikulaphon]

😑 you’re annoying

✖️ you’re mean

[ Anon replies to yet another hate message, getting sick of them ]

And you're a coward 🙄 If anonymous hate makes you feel better about yourself, then go ahead. Say your piece and then leave. It won't be any loss to you - you already think I'm mean and annoying 😂

[anonnikulaphon]

[ "what did you do and how did you tame the hottest playboy in town?? he seems very calm and happy these days." ]

[ A member of the media asks Anon this question as he is returning home after just having spent time with P'Red ]

"Oh, I wouldn't say I've tamed him," Anon says with a smile, shaking his head. "P'Red and I have liked each other for a long time, so our relationship was bound to happen eventually. If he seems happier, it's because he is - everyone else you've seen him with in the past never truly made him happy. But I do, of course. We're both happier these days."

[anonnikulaphon]

[ "so, you were supposed to marry the older brother but ended up with the middle one... that's strange... did they find out how loose you were that they decided you'll get the other loose brother? god, rich people are so nasty. the only thing going for you guys is your money." (again, blame suri 😩😩😭) ]

Another anonymous hate message, more personal than the last. Anon doesn't think that the media would have gotten this information so easily, especially since he had crafted a narrative between himself and Red and intentionally left P'Dan out of it - so who the hell would know this?

There's a small pool to pick from, but Anon doesn't think about it right now in his annoyance to give this anonymous coward a piece of his mind.

I was never "supposed" to marry "anyone". This isn't the 1600's. The person I am marrying is someone I love, and someone who loves me. We both have a past, and we're both okay with that. We can't change the past, but our future is looking bright - unlike yours. Also... it's 2024. Get with the times and leave any kind of sex-shaming at the door on your way out, coward.

[anonnikulaphon]

[ anonymous message: "you just won't go away and disappear! 😤😡 you're not wanted! and you know red hates your guts, too!! why won't you just leave!!!" ]

Anon frowns as he reads the anonymous message targeted at him. There's been an influx of hate towards him, and he doesn't have a clue as to who the perpetrator was. He thinks, briefly, of Sing - Red's best friend, who Anon hadn't let into the hospital to see Red, during his accident.

Anon replies with the following:

Do you think I don't know who this is? You make it so obvious. And your desperation is just pitiful. Red and I are very much in love, and have been for years. Leave us alone - you're not going to stop us from building a happy future together, anyway.

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon was getting carried away, his head resting back on the pillows of the model bed while his hand continued to run up and down his hard length. His release was so close, he could feel it, swimming just below the surface of his heated skin, the sensation just in his reach. He knew he was about to reach his peak, make a mess of himself and his pretty panties, but Red ached out and gripped his wrist, drawing it out of Anon's underwear.

"You'll cum when I tell you you can cum."

Anon's cock twitched violently even without any contact on it, the tip of it leaking onto his sweaty skin and on the top of underwear, the lace thoroughly soaked by now. The heir released a needy whine at having been denied, his hand trembling where Red had held it up. "B-but... s-so close..." Anon panted, glancing down at his half-clothed cock, part of it still trapped behind the lace. He complained, but there was no denying just how much more aroused he was when Red took control. Telling him he could only cum when the other deemed it was time... lord, Anon never had anyone treat him that way, keeping him hanging on. His sexual partners fought to satisfy him in bed, giving Anon a release that was hard and fast; but Red was the opposite, and Anon found it hotter than anything he had experienced before. He made Anon work for everything, memory-loss or not, and the heir supposed that sex was the same. And it excited him. The thought of having sex with Red excited him regardless - but having to work for his pleasure made it all the more thrilling, like he was earning something instead of being given it, the total opposite of how his life was.

Only for Red, would Anon ever do something like that.

Red left him for a moment on the bed, leaving Anon hard and needy, with the heir using his other hand to lazily rub at his nipples beneath his shirt. He watched as his fiancée fiddled with the cameras that had been pointing at the bed before rejoining him, hands on Anon's legs to keep them open. Anon shivered when Red's hand travelled up his thigh and teased the seam of his underwear, so close to where his balls were barely contained within.

"You look fucking hot, babe. Let me take a video of you cumming... "I wanna record you making a mess so you can watch how sexy you look, hmmm?"

"A-ahhh..." Anon breathed as he felt Red's palm cup his aching cock. He didn't do anything else but rest his hand there, yet Anon craved more, shifting his hips upward to hump into his hand, needing that friction otherwise he'd go mad with lust - though, he suspected Red would enjoy seeing him in that state, a slave to his desires, constantly waiting for something he could only get when Red said so.

"Y-yes... okay." Anon consented to the recording, glad to hear that Red was moaning too, just as turned on as him.

"You're gonna continue playing with yourself for me in front of my camera? If you do well, I'll fuck your mouth while I eat your ass..."

Fuck. Red's mouth spouted utter filth, and Anon ate up every single word. His fiancée wanting to record him, having evidence of what they did together to watch whenever he wanted... Anon loved the idea of it, of being Red's every waking and sleeping thought. He wondered if Red would jerk off to the footage they record today. If he'll relive it in his head again and again until it was all he could think about, unable to take it anymore until he had another taste of Anon. Being his object of desire, his only object of desire, was hot. And it was even better, knowing that he had tamed a playboy like Red. He might not be in control when they played like this, but everything beyond what happened in the bed was Anon's domain.

Anon's panting got deeper as Red started rubbing his length. Both of his hands were now at his own chest, pads of his fingers running over the hard nubs of his nipples, the skin around them tingling from the rubbing and pinching. Anon's cheek rested on Red's, since the man was nuzzling at his neck, before his fiancée started to lick and suck at his flesh, leaving evidence of this moment in the forum of red marks on Anon's delicate skin.

"Jerk yourself for me, babe."

Anon eagerly gripped his cock, letting out a strained noise when the length was in his palm once again, squeezing the base hard. His erection had not faltered in the slightest, but his urge to orgasm had because of the break. He started building it up again, ready to jerk himself fast until Red spoke again.

"Nice and slow..."

"P'Red...." Anon whined, forcing himself to slow his motions. Red had his eyes on him, and he really wanted the other to fuck him, and maybe he would if Anon listened to him well. He took his time, even if it was driving him mad, his fingers gliding up his wet cock at a pace that kept him toward the edge, but not enough to push him over. He was writhing in the sheets, letting out exasperated puffs of air through his lips as he edged his length for Red to enjoy, feeling his eyes becoming wet with frustrated tears. "God, I can't - Feels good- ooh..."

Red moved, his shirt removed in one swift motion, revealing his glorious body before Anon's eyes. Evidence of his accident, small surface scratches that were in the process of healing, had Anon remembering his guilt for a brief moment - but it was gone after Red guided Anon's hand to touch his chest. Anon's fingers ran down the toned and thick abdomen, causing him to stick his tongue out and run the wet digit along his lips, wanting to taste. He drew his bottom lip into his mouth too, biting down with his teeth as he drank his fill of his fiancée's torso and chest. At the same time, Red's hand continued to tease his inner thigh, sparking even more desire within Anon. And when Anon's hand was guided to Red's front, where the bulge of his cock was sticking out at the front of his jeans, the heir truly felt like his mind had become one-tracked. He squeezed, his goal now was to get Red's length freed from his pants and inserted somewhere in his body.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," Anon whined, his mouth opening easily for Red to stick his tongue inside.

Red's hold became forceful, pushing Anon's jaw open and holding it in place as he moved, getting between Anon's parted thighs.

"Tell me what you want, babe. What do you want?"

"Fuck me, P'Red," Anon begged, his words as clear as he could make them with Red's thumb in his mouth. "Please, please, fuck me," Anon continued. "Let me cum, fuck me and let me cum! I've been so good, I want to cum with you inside me."

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The clicking of Red's camera filled Anon's ears as the man continued to touch is firm and hot length from inside of his underwear, delicate fingers teasing the sensitive and taut flesh. His breathing had becoming a little more shallow, his exhales comprising of soft moans. He felt the bed dip and shift as Red knelt on the mattress, his camera in front of his face as he focussed the lens on where Anon was teasing himself. He was told to get comfortable but could hardly move with how in the moment he was, until Red helped lay him down with his legs spread wide. It was better like this, on his back, and he arched his hips upward so that he could press his length into his palm. He moaned a little louder as he squeezed his hot cock, feeling it bead with precum at the tip, which he swiped with his thumb.

"Pull your legs to your body, that's right… Keep them open for me babe."

Anon didn't think he'd ever get tired of being called 'babe' by Red, the term of affection paired with his own hand stimulating him causing the heir to shudder where he lay. He followed the other's instruction, drawing his legs up to his body, bending them at the knee and keeping them spread apart for Red to continue taking lewd and dirty photos. He couldn't see for himself, but he was sure it was quite a sight for Red - Anon's hand in his lacy black underwear, barely concealed because of the pattern, playing with his cock. This was for Red's eyes only - would only ever be for Red's eyes only, if Anon's plan worked at the other realised his feelings. Red could have this every day...

"P'Red," Anon sighed happily, starting to sway his hips up and down. "F-feels good, Phi..." Would feel even better if Red touched him, Anon was thinking to himself, but he didn't even get a chance to say it before he felt his fiancée's hand cover his own momentarily before caressing the skin of his legs. It had Anon jerking a little, but the touch was welcome, causing the heir to shudder with delight.

"Turn over. Let me see your ass. Keep touching yourself... Let me know how good it feels. Ass up, on your knees..."

Red's tone of voice became deeper and more commanding, in a way that Anon had only heard a handful of times yet absolutely loved. His fiancée helped him switch over so that he was on his hands and knees, with Anon's hand still in his underwear. The change in position exposed the diagonal cuts of the fabric along his ass, his hole obscured by the lace but still visible. Anon's hand reached down, swiping passed his balls and his perineum to tease his quivering hole for the camera, still beneath the lace, teasingly rubbing the furl with his finger for Red to take his photos of before once again jerking himself off slowly with a loud moan. "Fuck... P'Red..." Anon breathed, ass arched upward for his fiancée to see. "So hot... you watching me... So hot..." The attention did something to Anon, having his fiancée's gaze solely focussed on him, being the object of his affection in front of the camera; it delighted him, spurring him on to moan even louder, to sway his hips with more force as he stroked himself more quickly now. He didn't see it, but felt when Red's hands were once again on him, cupping his heavily hanging sacs through his underwear. Anon jerked upward before pressing his lower half down into Red's touch, feeling the other move aside some of the fabric to fondle his balls with his bare hand. They tightened under his hold, setting his lower half aflame, making Anon stroke himself even faster now.

"Don't make yourself cum, yet."

"A-ah, Phi..." Anon whined, letting the feeling of pleasure and heat wash over him as he squeezed his dick to deny himself of the impending orgasm. His breath was shaky and the tip of his cock was beginning to soak the front of his panties, throbbing the closer it was to the release that Red was ordering him not to have just yet.

"Do you enjoy toys? Did I use them on you?"

Another question about their fabricated life together, one that Red thought they had before his accident, one that Anon was trying to weave into a believable story. Even through his clouded mind he knew he shouldn't lie to the other anymore - but would it even be believable? Red might not know Anon but he knew himself. He knew if he'd be the kind to play with his partner using toys or not - and Anon was aware of that fact too. So he... embellished. Just a little, in his answer...

"Y-yeah, Phi," Anon said, craning his neck to look up at the man, a seductive look on his face. "G-got a lot of toys... at home... y-you can use them on me..." Anon squeezed his dick, images of Red in his bed filling his mind. All of his toys were close at hand, in his bedroom. Right beside his bed. Different sizes, lengths, functions... Red could have his pick of any of them. The idea had his cock throbbing even more intensely now.

"Turn around and rest your back there... Get comfortable. Don't stop playing with yourself... Tell me how good it feels.... It's just us here... No one's gonna hear or mind how loud you get."

Getting up on shaky knees, Anon did as the other told, resting against the headboard with a huff, spreading his legs wide apart so that the other could take his pictures of how his hand worked his cock. Anon reached for the hem of his shirt with his free hand - Red's shirt - lifting it up, exposing his flat stomach and chest for the camera. The head of his cock peaked out from the top of his underwear, disappearing inside the fabric and reappearing out of it whenever he jerked off, smearing the top of his crotch and the inside of the lace with translucent liquid. He moaned loudly as his thumb teased the slit at the head of his dick, rolling it in circles and stimulating him further before he continued fucking into his slick palm. "Fuck, fuck-!" Anon cursed, his head lolling back on the board and his eyes sliding shut as he focussed on the heat spreading through him. His free hand slipped in beneath his shirt and he flicked one of his nipples with his fingers a few times, the sensitive bud hardening quickly. Then he pinched it, letting out a drawn-out cry at the light dab of pain that blended in so well with the pleasurable actions of jerking himself off.

He was beyond getting wet, his dick leaking heavily pre-release. The continued snapping of the camera and the grunting of Red who watched his fill only served to contribute to Anon's enjoyment. Sliding his eyes open halfway, Anon glanced at his fiancée, wanting to see the effect he had on him. He was falling apart under Red's command and instructions - would Red fall for him too? Watching him? Hearing him moan his name?

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Y-yes, phi," Anon moaned, his pace quickening as he slid his finger to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Beneath him, Anon's hands travelled down to his twitching hole, and he pressed in lightly with his finger just enough to stretch it open. "W-wanna cum for you phi... want you to see me... what you do to me..." His breathing became faster, laboured, head tapping the back of the board once more as his mind became clouded. "P'Red... P-P'Red... w-wanna cum... A-ah..."

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