Luca/CK

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[Continued from here.]

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CK presses against him, eyes already fluttering closed. He's beyond exhausted, and it's so easy to obey.

"Love you," he mumbles softly, twining himself around Luca like one of his own cats.

At least, he wants it to be love.

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He just holds him a while, basking in this moment that he has been fantasizing about for years.

He presses a kiss to his cheek as an answer and holds him close a while before he, too, drifts off.

His alarm goes off in the living room a few hours later and he untangled himself from CK to retrieve it. "Gonna hop in the shower before I go," he tells him softly. "I'll pick up dinner tonight."

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CK wakes up still tired, disoriented, surrounded by the smell of sweat and sex. He blinks up blearily at Luca, stunned for a moment.

"You're real?"

He doesn't mean to ask if Luca's real. He's not that far gone. He means the Luca who had him last night, who said all those sweet things and toyed with his body like it belonged to him.

He swallows, hard, as the memories swell up.

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He laughs, deep in his chest, and leans down to kiss him. He still tastes sweet, like Luca imagined he would.

"Yeah, I am. Don't lay around all morning, alright? I'll be back around seven."

He turns, humming to himself, stepping over a sleeping cat in the doorway before grabbing clothes for his shower.

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CK watches him walk away, still half stunned. Now, in the daylight, he feels a little more clear-headed, not the desperate, sobbing wreck he'd been the night before when Luca took him on that journey.

And yet.

He watches him walk to the shower, and slides a hand between his legs almost before he's left the room. He's quickly growing hard as he tries to process what's happened, what it means going forward, and he can't resist giving himself a gentle squeeze. He can be quiet.

After all, if Luca doesn't see...

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Fortunately for CK, he doesn't. He's running a little late, which makes him focus on his own self for the moment. He leaves the shower, deliberately naked as he changes in the kitchen while making toast, not once casting a glance to CK.

And then he's gone, out the door to work where he absolutely cannot focus. He thinks of sending him a text, something quick and short and meaningful, but decides not to. The anticipation lingers in the air. He does, of course, have his alerts set to any videos that CK puts out. It's not difficult to excuse himself if need be.

Regardless, he's back at his doorstop at seven, knocking with his elbow, his hands full with a bag and their supper.

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CK jerks off in earnest as soon as he's out the door, but when he gets close to finishing... he can't. He lies there, panting, playing the events of the night over and over.

He showers. He takes care of the cats, and tries again. Again, he stops.

Eventually, a video alert comes through - Practice For Next Time - if he's going to do this, he'll do it right. The camera is focused on his cock, wrapped in a pretty little cock ring, as CK edges himself again and again, using toys and hot wax, his moans muffled behind his gag that Luca now knows the purpose of.

But unlike usual, where he might draw it out but always orgasms at least once, this time he keeps himself together.

He's had a few hours to cool off by the time Luca comes home, but it hasn't helped much. He's still on a hair trigger, spiraling down the events of last night, or fantasies of the future. Plagued with worry and doubt and self-disgust.

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Once inside, Luca puts supper on the table and leaves his bag in CK's room. He is never going back to the goddamn couch.

He's replayed the video four times, having bought a subscription and the rights to save each one for his own use. So he takes his time on the way home, listening with headphones in his self-driving car until he's fit to burst. It's for him, and he knows it. One day, he will claim every orgasm for himself. One day, he will own him completely.

"Have fun today?" he calls out to him as he sheds his jacket and hangs it up. "I saw you decided to work."

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CK's breath catches as he's setting the table for them. He can't quite look Luca in the face right now, and the question just makes him flush. "I told you I could do better." As if playing with himself is anything compared to Luca's touch. Fuck.

"...you watch me at work?" The thought is- it's not something he ever hoped to imagine. Luca in the bathroom, maybe, touching himself as the video plays. Trying to be quiet to keep his coworkers from finding out.

For a moment, he feels oddly powerful, enough to look up and meet Luca's eyes. "What... what are we doing, Luca?" Is what he asks. What he wants to ask is 'what do you want me to do'.

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He meets his face and smiles a brilliant grin. "Of course I do. Lunch break, on the way home..."

Luca starts to take out the noodles and dumplings, taking one for himself as he gets out the cups. "Right now? We're setting the table. Then I thought we'd eat. Maybe watch some TV and go to bed, where...well, we can wing it."

He knows what he's asking, though, and he comes around the table to put a hand on his shoulder and kiss his neck. "I've been here for you for years, CK. I'm not going anywhere. And, if this is the way we can support each other, then I am...more than happy to. I know you love me. Let me love you back, okay?" He slides an arm around his waist from behind. "Isn't that what you want?"

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"Yeah." It's what he wants, but is it love? He's danced with obsession before. He knows he's prone to it, and he knows Luca feels like a black hole that swallows all his thoughts and attention whenever he's near. It's not like his previous significant others.

But is that a bad thing? Would it be so awful to lose the broken, sad person he's become to... whatever Luca is?

But if that's what it is, how can he even pretend to be normal around Luca?

"What did you like about this one, today?"

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He hums a little, the same tune as that morning, and sways a little with the song. "I liked that it was clearly for me," he laughs. "But maybe that's selfish. You just seemed - different. Open and determined. I saw a little of your old self for a moment. That's what I want to bring out," he admits. "That old CK who would talk about his boyfriends and what dramas that they were into. That CK that would skip school while I skipped work so we could see a movie."

He nuzzles into his neck. "And that cock ring looked so good on you."

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He hadn't thought about that in years. About Luca listening to all his complaints and worries and joys as he went through his early relationships. He'd been so kind, so open, that he'd shared everything, even the sex. Sometimes even the fantasies. Even then, he'd left so many conversations with Luca feeling... excited. Vulnerable. Like the man had seen into his soul to some naked, primal part of him.

He doesn't remember the leading questions, the little manipulations, the touches and soft words that made him open up in the first place.

"You snuck me into some of the raunchiest R-rated films I was dying to see." He doesn't remember that Luca had been the one to turn him onto those films, talked them up, got his imagination going. He smiles at the memory.

"If we did that today, I don't know if I could keep my hands off of you." He shivers, warmed at the memory. "...I still have it on."

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"We would definitely get kicked out," he laughs, warm and soft in his ear.

It had been so easy. He was the cool brother in law. He told Emilia that he just wanted to have a good relationship with her little brother, that he needed another strong role model in his life, and that he was only taking him out of school every once in a while.

Truthfully, it was more than that. He loved spending time with him. And he loved the look of wonder and awe and, yes, even lust in his face as he was in that theater.

He sucks a spot in his neck at the memory.

"Should we save the noodles for later?" he wonders.

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And CK had always had a libido. It hadn't taken much to direct it. Whispering in his ear, giving him ideas. Poisoning relationships that were getting too intimate. Cementing Luca in his young mind as someone larger than life. Linked with sex and desire in a thousand subtle little ways. Worth worshipping, even.

It's why it hurt so much when he was cold towards Emilia's funeral. But what else could he do? He had an important job, people he couldn't let down. He'd been so cold to the poor man.

He shivers. "They'll get cold..."

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He laughs softly, pulling away, taking his hands and his lips with him.

"If you insist," he teases, turning towards him and settling at the table again.

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God, it hurts. But in a good way that settles in his groin. CK follows suit, sitting in the seat across from him, picking up his fork to push his noodles around a bit before eating a bite.

He can hardly taste them, so focused on Luca across the table, and the growing pressure of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

"...do you touch yourself at work?" He asks, voice low. "Watching me? Under your desk, your car, the bathroom?" The thought gives him chills. Excites him. Makes him wonder if he has a hold on Luca the way the older man has a hold on him. "Even if you might get caught?"

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"Of course I do," he says, perfectly at ease as he eats. Like nothing can faze him.

"How am I supposed to resist you?" He watches him, the way he squirms and picks at his food. "Today, I thought about you under my desk, that goddamn mouth sucking me off while I was typing some fucking report. Couldn't even focus."

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CK lets out a little sigh, shifting in his seat as his eyelids flutter, imagining. "If only I could really be there." But of course he can't leave. Especially not to SOPHIA headquarters. He'd be found and taken away, and then everyone would know how sick he really is.

He picks some more, mind spinning. "Tell me more. What you imagine about me." This is a more demanding side of CK, still fully obsessed with Iago but with a spark of fight about him. He's more than just a willing little cocksleeve. He can be selfish, too.

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There's a delicate balance of ensuring that CK stays devoted and faithful, but not completely squashing that spirit that Luca adores. So he smiles, encouraging the challenge.

"Right now?" He takes a drink and sits back. "I'm imagining you taking a shower with the door open and that cock ring on so i can watch. Then taking you to that bed and eating you out until you beg to be fucked."

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CK washes the few bites of food he's eaten down with water. He'd hoped to get more work fantasies, but... well, perhaps he'll figure out a way to make that happen.

"Yeah? Should I take a good, long time making sure I'm clean for you?" He reaches down, breath hitching as his fingers graze the tented fabric over his cock.

Fuck it. He pushes his chair back and slides under the table, crawling forward to nuzzle Iago's thigh.

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Iago isn't entirely surprised. He sits back, spreading his legs for him.

"You under this table is going to make it real hard to do my work tomorrow," he points out, leaning back. He doesn't know, of course, that CK was fishing for work fantasies, but his mind returns to it anyway, considering his earlier confession.

"I know better than to touch myself at work, you know. But sometimes I sneak into the bathroom, just to give myself a little relief. Especially after that video you did with the purple vibrator. God I nearly had to take the whole day off."

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"Good." He doesn't really care if Luca can focus on work or not, if he's thinking about him. He kisses Luca's thigh, trailing up to his crotch to press his lips against it for a long moment, until he leans back so he can start undoing Luca's fly. "I want you to be able to imagine it in more detail."

The purple vibrator. He remembers that one. He smiles to himself as he files that bit of information away for later. "Maybe someday I'll let you see my whole toy collection, and pick whatever you'd like."

He unzips the pants, now. Slowly.

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"Someday? You can show me tonight. I can pick what I want to see in you for your next video," he says, rolling his hips slowly, his cock pressed hard against his zipper. "Nobody likes a tease, CK."

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"What, I don't get to have some secrets?" It's an extensive collection. Perhaps he'll only show Luca part of it.

He turns his attention back to Luca's cock, finally pulling the zipper all the way down and reaching in to slowly, slowly ease it free. His eyes flicker back up to the man watching him. "You do." He kisses Luca's cock, smiling at the taste, the smell. Everything he remembered from that fevered night before. Runs his tongue up it, exploring.