fake love.

alek’s fingers hook in the loops of lysander’s pants and he yanks him forward. one of his thigh settles between his boyfriend’s legs, flushed with his crotch, and their noses press together from their faces proximity. “careful now, kitten,” his voice takes a slight authoritative tone, that he knows the other loves. “bad boys don’t get rewarded,” he pushes on lysander’s back, his bulge grinding hard against his thigh in the process, “and it would be a shame if i left you here, desperate and needy for me, don’t you think?” he repeats the motion and the moans that it punches out of his boyfriend’s throat send shivers of pleasure down his spine. there’s something unbelievably satisfying and addictive about watching the older lose his composure completely, under his ministrations, and giving into the desires he adamantly refuses to own up to, when they aren’t in the moment. “be good for me now, baby boy and put that delicious mouth of yours to better use.” 

“you want to make me happy? drop the act, cassius. fake concern doesn’t suit you, at all.” how could siwoo, even for a moment, think that cassius felt remorseful for what had happened a few days prior? everything the older man did was for his own benefits. the relationship would always remain as is, a business transaction. nothing more. not that siwoo wants more out of this, than getting enough money to get the education he’s dreamt off since he was a child, and make something of his miserable life. he slides off the other’s lap, pushing himself to the other end of the couch and brings his legs up to his chest. the mention of the wedding makes dread pool in his stomach. a wedding means people, a lot of people and all their attention being on siwoo and cassius, for however long the event would last. it would also highlight how alone siwoo was before the older became part of his life, and still is. there would be no one on his side. no family, no friends, no one. “if you’re worried about me ruining the wedding, you can relax. i’ll get through it without causing a scene, like the meek and obedient fiancé i’m supposed to be.” he ignores the comment about lavish wedding gifts altogether. fingers crosses it helps him getting out of receiving any. his eyes drift to the clock on the wall and he jumps up from the couch, with a gasp, then makes a dash for the door with an i’ll see you later ! if he doesn’t leave this instant, he’s gonna be late to his hairdresser appointment. 

howon freezes upon hearing the younger’s confession. feelings have been brewing for a long time between the two idols but remained unspoken, meaning they were easy to push in a corner of his brain and ignore until the time was right. now that they were put into words, it felt more reel than ever before and it scared the shit out of howon. “shao,” the name tumbles out his mouth almost reverently and he captures the younger’s lips, in a searing kiss, once more. howon isn’t ready to say i love you back. it’s too soon, too fast but he can show silver how he feels and he does just that. praises are whispered in the younger’s ear while howon slowly and teasingly strokes silver to climax, soaking in the melodic moans unabashedly leaving his parted lips. anyone in close proximity to their room would catch on to what was going on behind closed doors but the rapper couldn’t care less. everyone around them wanted the hatchet buried. it’s been buried the howon way. once they’re done, he carries silver to the bathroom, where he draws a bath for the both of them. “i’ll be right back.” he goes back to the room to check his phone, expecting message after message from his raging manager only to find a single one informing him the recording planned for later in the day has been pushed back to the following day. “we’re schedule free today.” an opportunity for the two to address the elephant in the room. 

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alek melts into the kiss, hands traveling down to settle on his boyfriend’s hips and pushing his body closer. things could escalate fast between the two, as they usually do but he can’t bring himself to push lysander away — he has half in mind to cancel the date at the spa altogether and spend the day ravishing his gorgeous boyfriend over and over again  — the older turns out to be the one pushing him away in the most lysander possible way. also known as, blaming alek for his own desires. he would get offended if he didn’t find the faux coyness facade, he insists on maintaining in spite of alek knowing lysander was anything but, attractive. alek decides to plays along. “do what, kitten?” one of his hand ends up in the other’s back pocket, fingers pressing hard into his buttock to pull him back close and working his mouth over lys’ jawline then neck in just the way he knows will drive the older mad with lust. after a year of sleeping together, alek knows every little spot that makes the other tick. “mhm, you’re right. we do have a romantic date to go to so let’s.” and as if he wasn’t just teasing his boyfriend, the younger steps back, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. he knows they wouldn’t be leaving this apartment at the time they set, now. “finish getting ready baby. i’ll wait for you.”

his arms tighten around the younger’s frame and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head. the happiness’ painted all over silver’s features makes howon’s heart swell. there’s also a twinge of guilt twisting his stomach and that nagging voice at the back of his head--sounding oddly similar to the leader of his group--telling him how selfish his actions from the previous night were, that he can't quite ignore. it wasn’t hard to notice the drastic change in the younger’s behavior, his smile never quite reaching his eyes like it used to and dimming as quickly as it appeared, since the idol let his bitterness get in the way of the precious bond he shares with shaozu. he’d been an easy target for howon. he knew him by heart, knew of every insecurities and used those against him to release his anger. he shakes his head and pushes away those thoughts. the two would need to have a serious discussion sooner than later but for now, he has more important matters to attend to. he’s being selfish, yet again. one of his hand moves down to settle on silver’s bare thigh, fingers tracing feather light patterns over the warm skin. “feeling a little rebellious, are you?” he finds the bashful forwardness of shao’s request unbelievably arousing. “i could tell. you made the most beautiful sound for me, baby.” he was careful not to take things too far the previous night. howon cares too much for the younger to fuck him in a random hotel room or treat him like a one night stand that he would never see again. he leans down to press his lips to shao’s only to be interrupted by their manager insistently knocks on their door, warning them they are due to leave very soon. “fuck,” he heaves a breath of disappointment. “i can’t wait to be back home and have you all to myself.” no managers, no members, just them.