The ease in which Volkner finds a tripod in his luggage is almost too convenient, Roark scoffing in disbelief as he sets it up oh so casually in the middle of the room. "You've been daydreaming about this for awhile, haven't you?" Roark can't help but laugh a littleâif that was the case, he still sometimes can't believe his favorite celebrity is there imagining him doing all these activities with. The amount of fans that would do anything to have that kind of privilege, to be in his position... it still baffles him that not too long ago, he was there curled up on his couch, wounds carefully bandaged, trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a quiet home that wasn't his own. How that turned into this, he still wasn't all that sureâit was just a surprise kiss at first that he wanted to return, after all, well before he realized who Volkner was. He wouldn't trade it for the world, of course, but it wouldn't be the first or last time he'd lay in bed thinking about everything that lead up to them finally living the life they wanted. A video or two couldn't hurt, right?
Volkner doesn't make it easy to think rationally like this, in his space and casually draping his arms around him and wearing the feral little grin he's known for sporting as a rebellious and surprisingly risquĂŠ performer. The way it still skips his heartbeat reminds him that he may never get away from his roots as a mere fanboy, especially when he's the only one the idol could possibly be addressing at the current moment. Still, Roark can't help himself, unfolding his legs and spreading so his boyfriend could come closer, hands idly sneaking under an oversized hoodie ( his own, actually, it was plain enough not to attract attention compared to the stuff his agency kept trying to put him in outside of the concerts, and it worked out as a perfect excuse for volkner to keep with him ), tracing contours he had memorized in a repeated pattern, thumbs pressing gently into the crest of his hips like Volkner was his personal worry rock.
The suggestions hang as Roark hums in thought, deliberating on how to best make use of their room. He doesn't quite have an answer yet before Volkner's expression softens, kissing him so easily in return before he moves his lips to escape under his messy hair, a cold nose tickling against his neck as he's nuzzled affectionately like an excited cat. His hands slide up so he can wrap his arms around him instead, canting his cheek into fluffy blond and inhaling. He missed him, more than anything.
"Mm... I don't want to block the view the whole time, y'know? I was wonder if you'd like to see the view of the skyline at some point, too. That'd be kinda mean to have you blindfolded so you can't see all the people who don't even know you're in a secret relationship, getting totally railed right after a concert, I think," he teases, certainly considering not staying in one place with how nice this room is. "...Maybe we can face the camera together..? There's a whole mirror right there to look at. There is also the balcony, if you're feeling really bold. No one knows what your moans sound like, technicallyâ" That would be a surprise even for him, especially with how much Volkner likes to vocalize his pleasure. But... there's a whole suite for them to choose from. He's perhaps encumbered by choices here!
"I did get some of the stuff we liked from last time, though. There's cuffs and a vibrator, and uh... those rings that worked a little too well, too. There is a blindfold, of course. I just don't want to waste your money after when we have such a nice view to admire while we're all wrapped up in each other, y'know?" Well, there's a solution to that, technically. "Maybe we do have to record a few videos after all.. there's so many places we could do it.." He's surprising himself with how much thought he's putting into thisâmaybe all of the nice views are making it more difficult than it needed to be compared to the privacy of a big bed in a love hotel with no windows. "..I know we have evidence from the last time, but do you want to see how you look blindfolded from start to finish, maybe?" he asks, cheeks flushing a healthy scarlet remembering the photos he still had saved. "...I do look at them a lot when you get me all riled up.. I can't put my finger on why you look so hot with your hands tied up like that.. we could do that, too, if you'd like."
"Heyâ! I do actually use this for work!" How dare Roark doubt him like that!! And then after a moment of silence and poutingâ "... Maybe I did think about it a little. Just a little." Right, only on occasion, nothing else, because he wasn't the one to give Roark permission to take pics to keep to himself or anything. Not at all. He accepts Roark's adjustment and invitation to come closer, though, happily taking a better seat once he opens his legs to make space for him, a quick kiss planted on his cheek in appreciation and burying himself in his love's neck while waiting for an answer, only a little eager to get started. The wait certainly does things to himâ
And once Roark gets the very stupid brain going, Volkner hums to himself, listening intently, debating on all the ideas that are now flowing. Really, for how easy it is to get Roark flustered and stammering with words alone he has a far more devious streak than Volkner would've ever realized. ( maybe too devious, actuallyâ ) "No no no, no balcony, do you want me to freeze out there?" The little chuckle and huff are at least telling he's not upset at how much Roark's mind is wandering, but really? The balcony? He's cold enough on a normal day, thank you very much! The possibility of somehow being found out this high up isn't even the first of his concerns in comparison!
"Don't worry too much about the viewâ it's not like it's the first time I'm staying at a place like this." And it would likely not be the last either in his career. There's a small laugh, hearing exactly the kind of stupid thoughts he fuels in Roarkâ well, maybe he's earned some kind of bragging rights when he can't tell anyone else about this, huh? "Don't let it get in the way of whatever you want to do, okay? I'll be fine just thinking of all the people in the audience that don't get to know how much I'm getting railed behind closed doors." ( he refuses to admit how that thought is, in fact, at least a little bit of a turn on. so many people out there who want him carnally, and roark is the only one he would ever allow to have what they all can only dream of... yeah, the thought does things to himâ )
Volkner can't help the grin on his face as Roark lists what's available to them, kicking his legs just a little as he nods alongâ he didn't expect any less from him, but still, he's glad to see Roark cared enough to take notes! "Mmmh... I guess you're right, we do need to make more than one video. Can't let all of your wonderful ideas go to waste, right?" Ah, he's signing both of them up for a gauntletâ well, Roark should hopefully have seen this coming, camera or no camera involved! "Just for starters, I want to see what was driving you so insane last time from start to finish... and then, I want to see what else you've been daydreaming about while I wasn't there." Finally, he lets go to stand back up, maybe a little too eager already to get started, reaching for the tripod to fiddle with it and set up. "This is how you adjust the height, by the wayâ since you'll definitely need this later." His grin is maybe a little evil now, despite being the one that's going to be on the receiving end of everything soon. "Come on, hand me your phone and get your bag, I want to get startedâ" so much for being patient, he hasn't learned his lesson, has he?















