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"I'm not playing truth or dare." + Damiano + slight smut warning

The party was winding down and it couldn't have come at a better time for you. As much fun as you had had, you were dying to get back home, take off all clothes and make-up, cuddle under the covers with Damiano, and fall asleep. When Victoria loudly proclaimed her idea to play some party games, you were glad to hear Damiano shoot her down immediately.

"I'm not playing truth or dare."

"Aw, come on, Damiano! It doesn't have to be truth or dare!" Victoria protested.

"I meant that as in I'm not playing any games, Vic, because I'm going home."

You watched, amused, as he put a kiss onto her cheek amid her pouting. You gave her a quick wave goodbye which she promptly answered with a raised middle finger. Still laughing, Damiano and you intertwined your hands as he pulled you away and out the door

"So, anything against truth or dare in particular, or are you up for a round with just the two of us?" You teased as you walked down the streets of Rome, the promise of home getting closer.

"You know I'm always up for games with you."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to pull me into that alleyway and kiss me like we're teenagers again."

He didn't hesitate for a second, grasping your hand tighter to pull you into the dark alley, and immediately pushing you against the wall, hidden by the shadows of the night. His lips were hungry, devouring you with a passion that made your knees weak, and all you could do in return was to bury your hands in his hair until you were both gasping for breath. Hands wandering under clothes, inappropriate touches in secret, smiles that no one else would know about.

"Truth or dare?" He asked as you broke away.

"Truth."

"Best you've ever had?" The smirk on his face would have been insufferable if you weren't so ridiculously in love with him.

"You, you doofus. Obviously." You ghosted another kiss against his lips. "No one else has even come close. Now. Truth or dare, Damiano?"

"Hmmm..." You could feel the vibrations of his murmur as he peppered little bites along your neck. "Truth."

"Tell me everything you want to do to me right now."

"I want to kiss you senseless. I want to make your head spin until you don't know where you are anymore. I want to feel your skin on mine, explore every inch of you with my hands and my lips and my tongue." You softly moaned against him as the words kept coming. "Feel you everywhere, feel you on the inside, explore every single thing that makes you moan and gasp. Watch as you shudder when it crashes over you."

He had you halfway there already, you realised, as you turned into a trembling mess under the way his hands were working you.

"Truth or dare?" You gasped

"It's your turn actually, but I'll let it slide," he chuckled, biting down on your collarbone. "Dare."

"I dare you to make me come. Right here, right now. In the middle of Rome, where anyone could catch us. I promise I'll be quiet."

Only a moment passed.

"Deal."

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“Why do you keep bringing it up?” + Ethan

The night sky was twinkling down at the two of you as you huddled closer into Ethan under the blanket. The balcony was overlooking the city, but all you had eyes for were the stars above you. Them, and the man next to you. His arm was slung around you loosely, lying back just the way you were on the chairs you had pushed together until you could reach the other as you studied the sight.

"This is just like the night we met, you know?" A slight hum next to you encouraged you to keep talking. "I had lost all my friends and my phone was dead so I was running through that park like an idiot until I literally stumbled over you. Who lies on the grass, alone, in the middle of the night?"

"Someone who appreciates a good night for stargazing."

You couldn't hold back the giggle.

"I thought you were dead for a second, turns out you're just weird."

"I'm not weird," Ethan protested, albeit weakly. "And it's not like you didn't lie down next to me and let me tell you all about the stars that night."

You cuddled closer now, more on his chair than yours at this point, and pressed a timid kiss against his cheek. He responded with one to your forehead. You felt yourself getting lost in his embrace, a wave of sleepiness washing over you until a loud car alarm startled both of you.

"Well, that's not like the first night at all," you laughed.

"Why do you keep bringing it up? That night? We've done a lot of stargazing since then but tonight you can't seem to stop mentioning it."

The blush on your cheeks was hot on your skin but hidden by the dark of the night.

"Well, it's been exactly a year you know? Since that night. And I thought it'd be a good time to... Never mind, it's stupid."

"Hey, whatever it is, I'm sure it is anything but stupid," Ethan replied, now gently turning your head with his fingers on your chin. You could barely make out his face in the moonlight, but your stomach erupted in butterflies all the same.

"I've been wondering if this is all there is," you awkwardly explained. "This... friendship. Because I keep catching myself thinking that all of this..." You intertwined your fingers pressing a kiss to his hand. "...is a little more than friendly at this point."

"Are you asking me if I want to stargaze for the rest of my life with you?"

"Preferably with kissing in between, yes."

"With all the kissing in between that you could ever want."

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“You owe me a kiss.” + Damiano

You couldn't remember how it started. Some stupid bet on a drunken night, probably, something harmless and fun, something that had long evolved into a competition between Damiano and you, constantly sizing each other up to see who would pose the next challenge and who would fulfill the dares. It was silly, really.

Bet you can't get Ethan to smile fully with his teeth.

Bet you wouldn't dare put your hand between Thomas' legs on stage.

It usually ended with little forfeits, doing the other's laundry, picking up coffee every morning for a week. You weren't prepared for him to up the ante.

"Bet you don't dare to run on stage like a crazed fan that escaped security and kiss Victoria in front of everyone."

"You severely underestimate me, Damiano. What do I get out of it?"

"If you do it, I'll do whatever you want for a whole day, any day of your choosing. Your personal little slave." You almost blushed at his words but managed to keep your composure. "If you lose, I get a kiss. Not a peck. A real one."

You didn't know what had possessed him, and your mind was spinning with the possibilities that this challenge brought you. A way out of the grey zone, to finally cross the line, to admit what neither of you would say out loud. So you agreed.

You were prepared to do it, too. Standing backstage, watching the band play from the side, you waited for your perfect moment. The beginning of I Wanna Be Your Slaved presented an opportunity, Victoria wasn't playing yet, but distracted enough by the audience, mouthing along to the song. One deep breath, and you ran across the stage, passing Thomas, who looked at you wide-eyed, then Damiano, grinning through the lyrics, and -

You stumbled.

You weren't sure what your foot had gotten caught on, a cable, a water bottle, a towel, but it didn't matter as you felt yourself fall, only just managing to brace yourself with your hands. The music ceased, excited murmurs going through the crowd, camera flashes, and a pair of hands hoisted you back to your feet. You would have rather stayed down, face to the ground, instead of seeing everyone stare at you. Damiano couldn't stop laughing, pressing a hasty kiss to your forehead before pushing you offstage.

"Guess we're going to start that song again!"

The dressing room seemed to be a good place to lick your wounds.

Until the gig ended, that was, and Damiano burst in, still all smiles and amusement.

"You owe me a kiss."

"I don't owe you shit. I would have done it, but you removed me from the stage."

"That was for your own good," he grinned as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. "Maybe a kiss to make it better then?"

"In that case, I should be asking you then, not the other way round."

He was all up in your face now, leaning over, a daring look in his eyes. He had apparently taken a shower right after performing because he smelled divine. It was clouding your senses.

"Maybe you should be asking then."

A look passed between you. His breath on your face. You couldn't find a reason not to.

"Kiss me, Damiano."

“Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?” + Ethan + smut warning

There had always been a little unspoken thing between Ethan and you. At least, that was what everyone else kept telling you. You weren't quite as convinced - not with Ethan being, well, Ethan and looking like he did. He could have anyone, you were pretty sure, and you wouldn't exactly be at the top of the list. It didn't stop the daydreaming though.

You were once again lost in thoughts, trying not to be too obvious in your staring at the drummer, as various people that had gathered in Thomas' flat moved around you, dancing, getting drinks, laughing. You hadn't meant to listen, you weren't even aware of how close Ethan was standing to you, but suddenly his voice rang in your head loud and clear.

"That skirt she's wearing? Fuck, I almost let my hand slip under it when I hugged her tonight."

You turned around much quicker than anticipated, curious who Ethan was talking to and even more so who he was talking about, but as soon as you did, you came face to face with both him and Vic, both looking ... like they'd been caught? Vic vanished immediately, while Ethan came towards you with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Okay, maybe I'm crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?" You had wanted to mock him, maybe, for talking so bluntly and loudly in the middle of a party, but you didn't expect what was coming next.

"Crap, Y/n, I'm sorry I- Cazzo, I know I shouldn't talk about you like that I-"

It was the sudden realisation, the weight of what he just said, that crashed down on you. You'd later explain your behaviour away through it - totally senseless in the wave of the unexpected. It was the relief flooding through you, the knowledge that maybe your friends hadn't been lying. Then the words spilled out of your mouth.

"You can put your hands under my skirt any time you like, Ethan."

A beat passed between the two of you, eyes searching for truth in the other, and then he took your hand. The next thing you knew, he had dragged you into a bedroom and pressed you against the closed door. Then his hands were indeed wandering up your naked thighs and under your skirt and oh, if this wasn't everything you'd been hoping for.

"Something like this?" He teased, voice breathy against your exposed neck, leaving hot kisses along the skin. You were far too gone, having imagined this for so long, to even be the slightest bit embarrassed at the way you melted under his touch. "Or rather like this?"

You were about to ask for the difference when he moved up, one hand toying with the waistband of your underwear, as the other cupped the heat between your legs. This was too much already, too many years of yearning for his touch, you weren't sure how you were supposed to survive once he got you naked. Once he got naked.

"Or maybe you want something else under your skirt altogether."

And then his head vanished under the fabric, hot breath against your inner thighs, slow hands moving your panties down as his lips followed the exposed flesh kiss by kiss.

"Ethan... Ethan."

You barely recognised your own voice as his head popped out from under the fabric, desire written on his face, but eyes kind and compassionate and full of love.

"You can do whatever you want down there."

“Can you shut up for once in your life?” + Ethan + smut warning

"Anyway, the show was fucking amazing, I swear to god you're getting better all the time. Like, Thomas' solo? Fucking massive. And Victoria finally crowdsurfed, I love that for her, so glad that went well, bet she's going to do that at all the shows now. And Damiano? Do I even have to say anything? Born showman that one. Could watch him perform for the rest of my life without ever getting bored. Don't tell him that though. He doesn't need even more attention, especially not from me. It's not like I was there for him, was I now? And I mean-"

"Can you shut up for once in your life?"

You stopped in your tracks, both in speaking and in walking, as you turned around towards Ethan. His face was set in stone, yet a dangerous glimmer was shining through his eyes. It was only now you noticed that you'd made it into his dressing room. With a bang, he slammed the door shut behind the two of you, cutting you off from the outside world. He stalked towards you, not even touching you, but still, you found yourself backing away until you hit the wall. His hands leaned against it immediately, cornering you in.

"Are you sure you weren't there for Damiano? Or Thomas? Or Victoria?" He growled into your ear. The shiver that ran through you was undeniable. "Because you keep talking about them an awful lot."

When he leaned down, you expected a kiss on your neck, but instead, it was teeth on skin.

"Do you think Thomas could kiss you like this?"

His mouth was on yours before you had fully grasped the sentence, tongue sliding in, a dominance you couldn't fight against.

"Do you think Damiano could handle you like this?"

Backing off just the tiniest bit, he grabbed you roughly, turning you around until you were pressed against the wall again, this time with your back towards him.

"Do you think Victoria could please you like this?"

You let out a sinful moan as he pushed his crotch against your arse, dick already hard and heavy against you.

"Well, I'm sure you'd like to find out, you little whore, wouldn't you? Have all of them all over you, trying to prove that they can do you better than I can?"

His hands seemed to be everywhere, travelling up and down your body, hot breath on your neck.

"Well, you're not getting it. Not tonight. Tonight, you're going to shut that pretty little mouth of yours and go back to the hotel with me and I will fuck you until you forget all words but my name. Understood?"

“You’re not very intimidating.” + Ethan

"One more word from you and I'm kicking you out of the dressing room, I swear to god!"

The smirk on Ethan's face told you he was anything but impressed by your outburst. You squinted your eyes at him, trying to send him a non-verbal warning, but he simply shook his head in amusement. He was proving to be the bane of your life these days - ever since you'd gone from casual friend of the band to official make-up artist, he'd been getting on your nerves relentlessly. Bothering you, distracting you, throwing in his opinion when you hadn't asked for it, and generally being an absolute menace, all with a cunning smile on his face.

Today was proving to be an especially exhausting day. Even as you were fumbling with Damiano's eyeshadow, Ethan - face fully done already - kept lingering around, critiquing your work, making snide comments. When his hand moved up towards Damiano's face once again, pointing towards some fault or another, you lost your mind.

"Okay, that's it, out, now!"

When Ethan didn't budge, you carelessly threw your brush away, walking around Damiano towards the drummer to give him a push. Just a little shove to get him in the right direction. Maybe two.

"Out. Now," you growled in what you hoped was your angriest voice, hands still on his chest, fire in your eyes. Yet the smirking never stopped.

"I'm... just gonna leave," Damiano awkwardly coughed and you only just caught his departure out of the corner of your eye.

Now that it was just you and Ethan, the tension in the room seemed to skyrocket. Your breathing turned heavy, anger still running through your veins.

"You're not very intimidating," he finally commented.

"Yeah? What do you know about intimidating, you're all puff and smoke, just a show with nothing behind it. Bet you don't even have a big dick to make up for it."

In your state, you didn't notice your hand had wandered between his legs, roughly grasping, until he let out a low groan. It coincided with a pointed "oh" from your own mouth. Grabbing your shoulders, he harshly pushed you against the wall behind you, immediately pressing against your body, his crotch against your stomach. His head bent down to your ear, hair tickling your face.

"Still think I have nothing to show for?"