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The mornings in LA were Olli's favourites.

That was when the whole world was quiet – even in one of the busiest cities on the planet – and Olli could focus on listening to only the peaceful, almost soundless breathing by his ear. Sometimes he'd fall back to sleep listening to it, other times he'd nudge his nose against warm skin to arouse more endearing sounds: long, content sighs, low-tuned hums, or sometimes even incomprehensible mumbling, the ramblings of someone who was only half awake.

Yet other mornings, such as this one, Olli needed to pursue his own agenda more boldly, so he brought his lips close to an ear, allowed them to curve in a smirk, and whispered his humble plea:

"Wake up, Allu. Time for breakfast."

A series of lingering kisses along Aleksi's jawline to the corner of his mouth followed the whisper. When Aleksi's lips responded to the kiss and his thighs gave room for Olli to slide in between them, Olli knew Aleksi had been awake for quite some time already.

Olli smiled against Aleksi's mouth. "Mmmh. I see how it is." Then he swallowed the deep moan that erupted from Aleksi when Olli brought their chests and stomachs and crotches together. Feeling Aleksi's semi hard-on against his own, OIli tested his own patience by rolling his hips as lazily as he could, as teasingly as he dared, in such an infuriatingly slow pace as he had the heart to without driving them both crazy with their hunger for each other.

"You sound so lovely," he often told Aleksi on mornings like these, and as if thanking him for the compliment, Aleksi would often fill Olli's ears with another moan thundering from inside his chest. The moan would vibrate against Olli's own and send Olli's heart bouncing around his ribcage with the urge to escape its prison and scream out all the fragile feelings Olli kept there across the Hollywood Hills.

(But he wasn't quite ready for that yet, the idea of it intimidating him sometimes; frightening him with how speechless he suddenly was when he tried to put his affection for Aleksi into words; starling him with how overwhelming it sometimes felt.)

"You feel so lovely," Olli also loved to tell Aleksi, especially when their still clothed erections were slowly moving together like they were now. Focusing on the throb of Aleksi's cock and that of his own was the perfect distraction from any of the emotions that had his breath stuck in his throat, from any untimely confessions about to fall off the tip of his tongue.

(I wish it could be like this when we're back home.)

"You taste so lovely," Olli would say those mornings when he'd feel particularly ravenous, mere seconds before he'd take Aleksi's tip in between his lips and leave it glistening with his saliva. He feared he'd have no self-control for that this morning, however, not with his cock begging to explore places far more alluring and satisfying than the insides of his boxers.

SItting up, Olli undressed them both of their underwear, which was usually Aleksi's cue to object in his own, sleepy way, like he did this morning, and gripped on to Olli's sides to pull him down again. Olli was quick to lean back in to reward Aleksi for his patience (or lack of thereof), to have Aleksi's restless (gentle) hands on his backside again, and to nibble below Aleksi's ear with his tender (eager) teeth so that the man was squirming and groaning under him. The nibbles turned into soft kisses at Aleksi's neck when Olli begun opening him up with two fingers, but Aleksi only seemed to grow ever so needy – and louder.

"Shhhhhh." Olli muffled his lover's whimpers with his lips. "The others are still sleeping." It was a filthy lie, of course, as Joel had been stomping around the house since at least an hour earlier, but protecting his bandmates' sleep was beyond Olli's interests anyway.

Aleksi parted his eyelids then, giving Olli a pleading glance but lowering his volume to the cutest little noises of desperation Olli had ever heard in his life (or at least since the morning before).

"That's better. Well done, love," Olli made sure to speak so close to Aleksi's mouth that the man would feel Olli's hot breath on his lips, and so close that he'd see the flash of surrender in Aleksi's eyes; it was only a split second of weakness before he'd collect himself again, but it was just enough for Olli to know he was pulling on all the right strings to care for Aleksi the way he needed to be cared for (longed to be cared for (by him and him only, Olli dared to hope)).

"You're amazing, Ale," Olli continued the praise as he kept on kissing Aleksi's neck while massaging his own cock with the lotion they'd been using as lube. All the while he made sure his tip would brush Aleksi's slick hole every other stroke, sliding in deep enough to part Aleksi's smooth bottocks but stopping right at his rim and pulling back again. Olli couldn't tell which one of them he was torturing more, though, as every nudge in between Aleksi's buttcheeks made Olli shudder and his cock twitch, nearly ready to coat the crease of Aleksi's ass with his semen before ever entering him. As if hoping for exactly that to happen, Aleksi was rolling his hips under Olli, trying to lure more of Olli's cock inside him, so once Olli decided he'd had his fun teasing Aleksi, he put them both ouf their misery and sank inside, smoothing any pain Aleksi might have felt with another kiss to his lips.

Every inch of Aleksi on every inch of Olli felt like Heaven itself. The Heaven of Aleksi was hot and soft and tight and clenching Olli's balls with every unhurried thrust, almost in a way that almost brought tears to his eyes and almost had him blurt out a hasty ifuckingloveyou – but only almost. Once had brushed such fooleries aside for later contemplation, he found a pace that satisfied them both and withdrew his lips from Aleksi's to let the man's sweet little whimpers wander right into his ears instead. Tragically, hearing Aleksi's pleasure like that was everything to Olli, and so all the forbidden words and unspeakable honesties were back in Olli's head, as if waiting for their chance to cut and run wild before Olli would have the chance to think twice.

Olli had little choice but to resume kissing and biting Aleksi's neck, then, to give his mouth something more useful to do, and he did so with even more lust and greed while moving in and out of Aleksi, deeper and deeper every time he buried himself back in to the hilt after pulling out almost completely, his glistening head twitching at Aleksi's rim. He did so freely for a good minute or two until Aleksi crossed his legs above Olli's bum to lock him in place, Olli supposed with a smile, a request which Olli was more than willing to fulfil.

At least if Aleksi was to ask nicely.

"Wanna cum already?" It was hard to speak, with his mouth so dry and his mind so full of bliss and pleasure and love.

"So bad." Aleksi was panting now, his neck extended and his nails digging into Olli's back. Each time Olli was about to pull off, with every intention to thrust in a second later, Aleksi's hips followed his to keep Olli's cock in place where it was reaching all of Aleksi's sweet spots, or so Olli figured from the man's desperation.

It made Olli a little light-headed to see Aleksi like that, gasping for air and chasing his peak as if in a trance. Olli could hardly believe he was the reason for it.

It was almost as if it was too good to be true, and perhaps that was what scared him the most; that it was all just a silly dream, or an alternate universe that would vanish once they'd be back home and he'd never get to live it ever again.

For that reason, Olli would have preferred to keep on moving inside Aleksi and deny them both of their orgasms for as long as he could, but when Aleksi began rambling sweet nonsense to his ear, how could he possibly hold back any longer?

"Feels so fucking good," Aleksi whispered him. Suddenly Olli felt like he had lost all control, despite being on top, and submitted himself to the quickening movements of Aleksi's pelvis. "When you fuck me like this. And when you suck me off. And when I ride you. And when you ride me. Fuck, Olli, please ride me tonight."

"I will," Olli breathed roughly against the delicate skin on Aleksi's neck. "I'll ride you and make you moan so loud you wake up the whole street." Reversing what he had done when they had first woken up that morning, Olli peppered Aleksi's neck and jaw with kisses until his lips were at Aleksi's ear. "And I'll make you cum so much I'll still be dripping the next day."

Olli couldn’t make out what Aleksi said next, but his words were cut short anyway when Olli sneaked his hand between them to grab Aleksi's neglected erection, rock-hard and leaking precum on Aleksi's tummy. Glancing down, Olli was nearly overtaken by a craving to pull out of Aleksi so he could pleasure the man with his mouth instead, but when Aleksi clenched around him the very second his fingers wrapped around Aleksi's throbbing cock, he knew he'd have no such willpower by this point.

It did not take more than a few seconds before Olli felt his lover's hot cum flow down his fingers and the shockwaves of Aleksi's orgasm around his own erection. Aleksi was writhing and whining under him, still thrusting against Olli and his hands grasping Olli's hips to keep him close – as if Olli was planning on going anywhere. On the contrary, he sank even deeper inside Aleksi's hole and pounded in with short, rapid thrusts, feeling Aleksi clasp around him even more tightly until he, too, was spurting his seed, deep inside his lover;

until his orgasm took all control over his body and he lost his rhythm, his focus, his determination to keep it together;

until his mind was blank, safe for the stars he was seeing, and for the one thought that coloured all his other thoughts (thankfully he never had that many during a day).

Aleksi. Aleksi. Aleksi.

"Aleksi," he sighed, still inside him, still so completely under his spell that he had no idea how long he had been lying there on top of him, his ear right above Aleksi's heartbeat, before his breathing had evened enough for him to speak again.

Aleksi said nothing in response, but the way he then buried his fingers in Olli's hair indicated he was listening.

"Will we...," Olli heard his own voice waver, so he swallowed and tried again. "Will we see after lunch again?"

It wasn't what he really wanted to ask, and it was such a silly thing to ask anyway, but Olli assumed Aleksi knew what he meant.

"The boys were talking about going out for lunch today," Aleksi told him, and a stupid lump appeared in Olli's throat, until Aleksi added: "But... I think they won't mind if we skip it."

Olli swallowed the lump and whatever follow-up questions he actually meant to ask (will we still be doing this when we're not thousands of miles away from home?) and rested his chin on Aleksi's chest, smiling tiredly up at him.