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"good. i'd be needin' social security numbers if someone had." ash huffs out as he even imagines someone else touching sully. even if they're not together he's possessive over him and that hadn't gone away. it had only amplified whenever he saw the other out and he wasn't automatically all over him. like sully was trying to show restraint and move on. the questions make him smile real big as he nodded. "yeah, 'course i would. when have i ever denied you anything?" ash can feel sully's smile and presses his lips right into it sloppily.

sully huffs a low chuckle, shaking his head. it's something to know he at least cares. something to grasp onto, to convince himself it's not just bad habits he's falling back into. his thumb trails lazily against his cheek, “ still so good for me. ” he sighs, cocking his head, “ ... don't want anybody seeing, though. they don't get to see what's mine. want you all to myself. ”

"yes." does asher really believe that ? no, probably not, but he doesn't hesitate to give the overconfident answer anyway. "and you're not with a single one of them. you're here — so what's your fucking point ?" anyone else might as well have served as foreplay, or just weapons to use against each other in the future. it's unhealthy, what they're doing to each other. probably why asher loves it deep down in his fucked up heart. he lifts a hand but it's not to strike. asher's thumb drops to zealand's lip and presses. "what, are you gonna ignore me like you did to them ?" he prods eyes fixed on him, "keep pretending like this isn't exactly what you want ?"

his lips part but there's no smart remark ready to spill; instead he's left gawping and thrown off. asher has an annoying way of catching him off guard, his usual brashness reduced to uncertainty. he can't stand it. he only manages to catch the heated sigh that threatens to escape at the very last moment, the pad of asher's thumb trailing across his lip doing very little to help his currently blank mind. “ it's not. ” he utters, but he's wholly aware of how unconvincing he sounds, voice thin and eyes glued to asher's.

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despite   being   beneath   a   raging   party   full   of   testosterone   riddled   frat   guys   and   a   bunch   of   desperate   attendee's   ,   it   was   ironically   peaceful   down   here   .   you   know   ,   once   you   get   past   the   cramped   space   and   a   few   discarded   condoms   on   the   floor   .   snorts   ,   "   and   you're   nothing   like   them   ,   huh   ?   c'mon   ,   stellan   ..   you   wouldn't   have   me   believe   you   don't   got   a   little   animal   in   you   ,   too   .   "   doesn't   need   much   of   a   confirmation   ,   has   heard   his   reputation   enough   to   know   that   he's   not   squeaky   clean   .   it's   part   of   his   appeal   ,   unfortunately   .   "   how   many   other   pledges   you   bring   down   here   ?   "   probably   shouldn't   have   asked   that   but   couldn't   help   himself   ,   the   question's   been   circling   his   head   from   the   moment   they   hit   the   first   stair   .   anticipates   that   he   isn't   going   to   love   the   answer   — not   that   he   needs   to   feel   special   for   one   of   future   frat   brothers   taking   him   under   his   wing   .   no   ,   definitely   not   that   .   he's   so   close   that   his   cologne   is   nearly   choking   him   and   he's   trying   to   keep   his   cool   ,   glazed   over   stare   faltering   to   his   lips   before   forcibly   ripping   back   to   his   eyes   .   "   somebody   should've   taught   you   not   to   judge   a   book   by   it's   cover   .   "   voice   is   softer   ,   alcohol   burning   the   back   of   his   throat   but   it's   a   comforting   distraction   from   the   tension   biting   at   his   insides   .   the   pet   name   that's   drawled   off   of   his   lips   has   his   jeans   tightening   and   fuck   ,   he   needs   to   get   it   together   .   but   as   he's   taking   his   own   pull   ,   and   gaze   is   falling   victim   to   the   curvature   of   plump   brims   again   ,   he's   bolding   speaking   up   :   "   wouldn't   know   ,   i   drank   the   cheap   vodka   my   roommate   snuck   in   .   "   but   stellan   had   ,   could   smell   the   faint   scent   of   it   on   his   breath   when   he   approched   him   .   "   you   should   give   me   a   taste   — so   i   can   compare   the   two   .   give   you   a   proper   verdict   .   "

places a stricken hand to his chest, lips parted in offense, but there's that flicker of a smirk. caught out. “ never ... what about this isn't giving romantic ? ” tone is playful as he hums lightly. he's not sure he's ever done romantic. for the voss', it's a foreign concept. “ no pledges, actually. you're the first. ” it's the truth. too messy, and something he'd actually been warned against ( apparently his frat brothers do have some boundaries ), which only speaks to how tempting other is. eyes track his as they drop to his mouth and stellan doesn't even attempt to disguise the smug curl of his lips. allows his tongue to teasingly swipe at the seam of his lips just for him to watch, the lingering burn of the tequila scratching his throat. he places said bottle aside before he's bracketing other, a hand planted either side on the counter he's pressed against. he nods slowly along with his plan, eyes dark and a little heavy, “ only seems fair. ” he agrees lowly, his fingers grasping his chin and tilting it upwards in a gesture he's apparently quickly grown fond of when it comes to him. he takes a moment to admire his features — he really is pretty, definitely too much so to be down here with him, but stellan is selfish and can't bring himself to deny himself. he dips his head, nose brushing against his as he grazes his lips against his ever so slightly. the kiss is light, but his lips are so soft and welcoming that it has his jeans tightening already, and suddenly it's very difficult to hold back. he deepens the kiss into something more biting, the fingers previously gripping his jaw trailing to tangle at the nape of his neck.

CHASE INFINITI in ATEEZ's ‘BAD’ MV

he’ll never do it, god, but there’s a fleeting moment where adrien feels inclined to thank nelson for his quiet, peace as he allows himself to just briefly revisit the past. there’s a telltale tug in the back of his throat, a mistiness that takes over his vision for only a beat. adrien’s quick to school his face back into something stoic and inoffensive … but for a second there, he hadn’t felt pure fury at being caught vulnerable. he nods once, and that’s that phase of conversation ended. then nelson touches him, sweet and small, and adrien turns his head to look at him. really look at him. brows knit together and then smooth out. he’s not entirely sure what he’s looking for as his eyes rove nelson’s expression, not entirely sure what to do with the warmth that blooms across his chest and settles his shoulders. “petit pois. are you trying to get to know me?” none of his usual vitriol in it; adrien allows a slow smile to tug at the corners of his mouth, too amused for his usual rancor. he reaches out to push against nelson’s chest. this time, however, he moves with the touch, crawling over nelson’s body to bracket his waist between his knees. adrien hovers over nelson for a moment, taking him in, quiet and careful as he holds his chin. “fine. boring. i grew up in perpignan. it is not like the pictures of france you’ve seen.” then he tucks in, noses under the line of nelson’s jaw as he melts into his frame. “i miss the ocean.” it’s so dumb. so silly. if it were with anyone else, adrien wouldn’t bother doing this: talking, this familiar back-and-forth. he gingerly drags his touch through nelson’s curls and nips at the column of his throat and asks against his skin all nice and polite, “did you grow up here?” 

there's something about the way adrien looks at him, a flicker of emotion that's there then it's not, but nelson finds himself hung on it. as much as he is rash and a little stupid sometimes, he likes to think he has a skill when it comes to reading people. it's a quiet understanding. adrien is finished and he won't push him any further, grateful for even the slightest glimpse inside. nelson is glad to see the smile settle back on the other's features, drinks it in for a moment. he's never really contemplated how much he enjoys the sight before, it feels a whole lot more rewarding than the frowns he's used to. “ maybe. why ? you're too nonchalant for that ? ” nelson pokes, own smile to match adrien's as he's pliantly moving just as the other encourages. palms rest against the dip of his back and he's wholly aware of the ridiculous fondness in his gaze as he looks up at him, putty in his hands. “ perpignan ... ” he's pretty sure he mispronounces the word, but tries to tack it in his memory regardless so he can look it up later. “ i've never heard of it. it has nice beaches ? ” silly question, but he's a little distracted, humming lightly as adrien melts against him. his heart tugs in a way that should be concerning, but instead he can only focus on how nice it is. it's been a long time since he has just lay with somebody like this, it's as if he's trying to soak up the memory while it lasts. he allows his eyes to flutter closed for a moment. “ yeah. just as boring, probably, but i made my own fun. ” he shakes his head, “ i remember i had this, like, one-man-band thing going when i was a kid. i'd be hollering and strumming and hitting cans until my neighbors had to literally chase me away. ” his shoulders shake as he laughs at the memory, fingers still absentmindedly tracing patterns along adrien's spine, “ so if you were wondering, yes, i've always been this annoying. ”

for lowen, ari would do anything. it’s clear as day, everyone can see it. but that doesn’t mean ari likes admitting it - - and certainly not to the blonde ( who he knows would enjoy that confession far too much ). he prefers to think it’ll change, that soon he’ll move on and lowen will be a figment of the past. but ari knows that’s not reality. the reality is that he loves lowen, even if he hasn’t said the words aloud. breath hitches as lowen steps closer and his words cause ari’s heart to flutter helplessly. god, he hopes they’re true, and he wants to dive into lowen. but, he needs a little bit more. “yeah?” ari asks, fingers daring to curl into lowen’s shirt, “say it again. and this time look me in the eyes.”

lowen knows ari well enough by now to know that from the look in his eyes, and the way he steps closer and grasps his shirt, he must be getting somewhere. he rolls his eyes dramatically, but he complies; tilting ari's chin and staring him in the eye, “ i want you. however i can get it. believe me now ? ”