Fetish whisperings

▪️Underwear fetishism

=> is a sexual fetishism relating to undergarments, and refers to preoccupation with the sexual excitement of certain types of underwear, including lingerie, panties, stockings, pantyhose, bras, or other items.

▪️Anilingus

=> is the oral and anal sex act in which a person stimulates the anus of another by using the mouth, including lips, tongue, or teeth. The anus has a relatively high concentration of nerve endings and can be an erogenous zone, and the recipient may receive pleasure from external anal stimulation. The person receiving anilingus is regarded as the passive partner in the act, and the person performing anilingus is the active partner.

▪️Cum Fetish

=> People who identify as having a cum fetish are aroused by the act of cumming on their partner, being cummed on, and or images of people who have been cummon-on. Something about the sticky mess of ejaculate on someone's face, stomach, chest, thighs or ass is tantalizing to those with a cum fetish.

▪️Hotdogging

=> Rubbing your penis between another person's butt cheeks.

Kongpob's been giving him moony, adoring looks all evening over dinner, and he's still got that expression on his face as they drive home. Arthit imagines he must have a similar look on his face, because he can't stop smiling and his cheeks feel warm from more than just the wine they shared. He glances down at his hand, and his eyes fall on the gold band around his finger. It hits him that he's been wearing it for two years straight now and he feels light and giddy all over again.

He moves that hand over, rests it on Kongpob's knee and squeezes gently. Kongpob's eyes are still on the road, but he grins broadly at the little gesture.

"I love you."

Kongpob says when they get home, after they've kissed against the door.

"Keep saying it, I don't mind." Arthit chuckles.

They make their way upstairs, slowly, a little clumsily because they don't really want to let go of each other, but once they reach the bedroom Arthit pulls himself away purposefully.

"I- ah.."

He stutters a moment, gesturing vaguely.

"I need to use the bathroom first, sorry."

Kongpob kisses his forehead sweetly.

"Go ahead baby, just don't take too long, alright?"

Arthit smiles, letting go of Kongpob's hands and walking toward the attached bathroom.

He closes the door, a little nervous but mostly giddy, as he crosses to the mirror and digs around in the cupboard under the sink. He pulls out a bag from below a pile of extra towels.

He'd hid it there the previous evening, planning ahead to tonight when they'd inevitably wind up back in the bedroom. He'd only mustered up the courage to buy it yesterday while he was on lunch break and happened to pass by the shop, and getting the courage to put the thing on is a whole another challenge entirely.

He gives himself some time as he undresses. He stands awkwardly by the hamper for a moment, absentmindedly twisting the ring around his finger, the only thing he's now wearing. Nakedness, he can handle, he's bared himself what feels like a thousand times before his husband, he's stopped feeling shy and vulnerable about it a long time ago. He briefly considers going back out there just wearing his own skin and the ring, he knows Kongpob certainly won't complain, but he disregards that idea. Moreover he just found out his husbands secret.

Maybe it's for his own sake more than pleasuring his husband. He thinks of how nice it will feel once he proves to himself that he can do this. It's a bright red thing, lacey and semi-opaque, with a bra top part decorated with a huge bow in middle and a bottom part that consists four bows, garter and sheer socks, exposing his lean belly.

Arthit put it on and feels like giggling. It doesn't fit perfectly, of course, being designed for someone with breasts that Arthit doesn't have. But it's enough that it's at least covering his chest. The fabric does feel very nice and soft on his skin. As skimpy as the top is, it's quite comfortable for what it is.

He can't say the same about the matching lacey panties, though. They were definitely not built to hold a cock, and he can't even adjust these. It doesn't help that he's already semi hard, excited by the idea of what he's about to do. He regards his reflection and can't tell if they make him look sexy or just awkward. He paired a white pleated skirt on top to complete the look. In the end, he decides to let Kongpob be the judge of that, since this is a gift for him after all. And, in any case, Arthit doesn't think he'll be wearing them for too long once he steps back into the bedroom.

He scrutinizes his reflection a little longer, noticing his face is very red already. Deep breath. Arthit plays with his hair a little, getting it mussed up in that way Kongpob tells him looks adorable.

Right. No more stalling.

He steels himself and heads back towards the bedroom, switching off the bathroom light behind him. He doesn't let himself stall at the door either, swinging it open and putting on what he hopes is a sultry smile, ready to get his husband on the bed naked. Just then he saw Kongpob standing near the window and was enjoying the night view but turned towards him once he's out.

"H-Happy anniversary Kong."

Arthit muttered, watching the widening of smile on his husband and feeling the hitch of a breath. Taking confidence from it, Arthit stepped off and swayed his hips to the bed. He seated himself on the edge, spreading his legs in invitation. Just the thought of what he was tempting Kongpob into had him buzzing. His blush spilled down to his chest, hands on the mattress behind him.

"What do you say, Kong?"

"Heaven have mercy on me! Don't ever take of the socks."

Kongpob rasped before plunging under the short pleats of Arthit's skirt. Arthit had to bite the ball of his palm, muffling the mewls which spilled out from his mouth. If it were not for the strong grip of Kongpob's hands keeping his legs splayed open, Arthit might have crushed Kongpob's face with his thighs, unable to restrain himself with the lack of warning.

Kongpob had buried himself between them, and was biting marks into the milky skin. Arthit whimpered as yet another was sucked right at the lace of his red undergarments, Kongpob's tongue wetting the silk lacey material.

A single glance down told Arthit all that he needed, the fabric of Kongpob's slacks tented. A satisfied smile plastered on his face. Even if Arthit would find it hard to admit aloud, he had his own share of fantasies of Kongpob. Who wouldn't have a daydream or two about being pressed up against a wall by someone as gorgeous as his husband. Knowing that, Arthit was trying so hard to be good, to let Kongpob indulge in all that he wanted when all that Arthit wanted was to yank Kongpob's face in closer between his legs.

Kongpob places hot open mouthed kisses over Arthit, mouthing him through the fabric until the lace grew damp from his tongue and the beading drops of precum smearing from Arthit's stiff cock. Arthit could feel Kongpob's smirk as he ran the flat of his tongue up from the hilt to the cute little bow decorating the center of the elastic band. His lips curled around the tip straining against the mesh, sucking and teasing until Arthit's hands snaked down to pull his panties to the side, wanting the offending fabric shifted so he could have the heat of Kongpob's mouth directly on him.

He was not disappointed. Kongpob engulfed him immediately, Arthit's hands moved up to tangle in Kongpob's raven hair. Nothing in the world could compare to this, how eagerly Kongpob swallowed him down, touch flirting up the length of Arthit's legs.

Arthit hooked one of them over Kongpob's shoulder, heel pressed into the center of Kongpob's spine to provide leverage as Arthit arched off the edge of the bed and into the bliss that was Kongpob.

Kongpob's fingers snagged on Arthit's socks, dipping under to feel every inch of his skin. Skimming up, he cupped Arthit's ass in his hands, kneading firmly enough to elicit a pitched gasp. The short skirt was flipped up as Kongpob started bobbing his head, lips wet and glistening. Through the length of his dark lashes, he gazed up at Arthit.

The muscles of Arthit's thighs quivered against Kongpob's chin, spasming when Kongpob swallowed him whole. Teeth sinking deep into the flesh of his lower lip, Arthit choked on a moan. His cock hit the back of Kongpob's throat in the same moment that Kongpob's fingers slipped between his buttocks. Arthit didn't even know when he had gotten them slick, but Kongpob's numerous talents were always surprising him.

Grip tightening within raven strands, Arthit was caught between the heat of Kongpob's mouth and the exploration of his fingers. Kongpob was relentless, working Arthit apart with diligence. Trying to make sure he was not pulling on Kongpob's hair too hard was not easy, it swept like a flood from Arthit's mind the moment Kongpob hit his prostate.

Arthit gasped and fell back onto the mattress, no longer able to keep upright. His leg dropped off Kongpob's shoulder, spreading himself open further, so close to overwhelmed and yet wanting more. Kongpob gave him more.

Kongpob always gave him more.

Arthit had half a sense left to reciprocate.

Arthit found Kongpob's groin with the toe, kneading down on the erection trapped straining within his tailored suit pants. Kongpob jerked, his fingers plunging deep inside, throat vibrating with a moan around Arthit's cock. Just like that, Arthit was gone, arched into a perfect bow off their mattress, spilling into Kongpob's mouth with a series of broken moans.

"Ahh, fuck! Oon!"

Kongpob muttered into his thigh, hands fumbling with the clasp of his pants, hastily pulling himself out. Two, three rough jerks and he came onto Arthit's socks, coating it thick with ribbons of cum. Groaning, he nuzzled further into Arthit's thighs, ghosting kisses across the love bites he had decorated them with.

Arthit's fingers scratched gently at Kongpob's scalp, massaging any potential sore spots from all his hair pulling. He sighed, content, smile toying with his lips.

"Do you like the gift?"

"I love it!"

Kongpob replied, making Arthit squeak and laugh when he bit his soft skin once more for good measure. Arthit pushed away at Kongpob's shoulders, dipping it to kiss his lips.

"Let me up, I should probably... get these off."

Leaning back, Kongpob took Arthit's hand to help him. As Arthit stood, he moved his hand to Arthit's hip, to give him support for his balance. Arthit bent over, undoing the socks garter, stopping halfway down when he felt Kongpob's breath on the backs of his thighs.

Kongpob nuzzled his face into Arthit's ass, lips skimming where the lace separated his buttocks. Arthit let out another mewl, shaking when Kongpob's tongue dipped in.

"Kong!"

"You're my fantasy Oon. I can't help it."

Kongpob said, kiss after kiss laid along the curve of Arthit's cheeks. He kneaded at the plush flesh, muttering words of admiration that had Arthit growing hot all over again.

"You haven't had enough?"

Arthit asked, even as he pushed back, seeking out more of Kongpob's mouth. He wanted it on him as words were whispered between them.

"Want me to stop?"

"N-no..."

Arthit fell back onto the bed, on all fours. Kongpob's thumbs pulled his cheeks apart, a few laps of his tongue wetting Arthit's already teased hole. As the hot muscle plunged inside him, Arthit rewarded Kongpob with a breathless moan. He was hard again, erection stretching out the lace. Kongpob's lips were fire on him, smoldering down into his core. When Arthit heard the sound of bottle clicking, he choked on a gasp, nerves sent into overdrive by the renewed press of Kongpob's fingers inside him.

Arthit curled into himself, legs trembling in their struggle to keep him upright. He clutched at the bed covers, knees slipping further apart, displayed and open for his husband. Arthit was not sure how it was that he had gotten so lucky to have Kongpob. Kind, sweet, ridiculous in ways that would never stop impressing Arthit and making him laugh. And then there he was like this. Seductive to a fault, able to draw out Arthit's sexual pleasures so naturally and without a hint of shame. Arthit was biting at sheets, eagerly riding out pleasure on Kongpob's tongue.

"Ahh, Kong... get the-... Nghh, take them off, please!"

Arthit begged, pushing down at his own underwear, his cock uncomfortably restrained by the lace. Heeding the request, Kongpob tugged them halfway down Arthit's thighs in one motion before resuming, greedy as he ate Arthit out. Arthit melted on his tongue, gifting him with fading moans and broken exhales of Kongpob's name. He came apart, long fingers burying deep in him, knowing exactly how to make him fall to pieces.

Kongpob sucked on his rim, licking into him, the thrusting of his tongue mimicking how he would thrust his cock into Arthit. He stretched him out, spreading him open, fingers curling in, and Arthit cried into the mattress. His elbows gave out from under him as he came, held up only by Kongpob's arm sliding around his waist in support.

Hot, open mouthed kisses tingled at the nape of his neck as Arthit shivered through his second orgasm, whimpering when he felt the heat of Kongpob's hard cock sliding against him.

"Can I-... can I come on you Oon?"

"Please!"

Arthit muttered, lashes fluttering shut.

Kongpob's hands gripped his hips, sliding down to grasp at his ass. Cheeks pushed together, Kongpob thrust between them, groaning into Arthit's shoulder. He fucked in short thrusts, rubbing over the silk of Arthit's skin until he spilled across his buttocks, making a mess of the pleated skirt. Arthit felt Kongpob's cum splatter across his skin and sighed with content, the buzzing in his nerves settling.

"You're vicious."

"That I am baby. This was the best anniversary gift ever."

Kongpob aswered back, kissing between Arthit's shoulder blades before flipping his partner over so he could capture his mouth.

"How am I supposed to help myself when my dream came true?"

"Whatever."

Arthit threaded his fingers through Kongpob's hair, catching the pleased murmur off his lips. He smiled into the kiss, humming.

"I love you kong!"

"Can you you tell me again Oon?"

"Nope! I don't want you to get bored of it."