openmisc | Luca/CK

CK yelps before grinning over his shoulder, but he doesn't linger. He strolls into the bathroom to start washing the sweat and sticky mess off of himself, taking his time and leaving the door open for Luca.

Luca finishes the kitchen, taking his time, and then sets the cat down to make a cup of tea for himself.

He can hear the water going and it sends a shudder down his spine. CK is there, the door open, and all Luca has to do is go inside. He can press him against the wall, finger fuck him until his own cock is ready, and -

He breathes out and leans against the doorframe, watching him.

"You'd look real good with a toy in your ass, you know," he says with a smirk.

There'd been a moment, as he showered, where his mind had turned again to his sister. About what this was doing to her memory, about how wrong he must be to want this, need this. For this to be the only drug out of everything SOPHIA had put him through to make him feel alive again. He closes his eyes and lets the water wash over him as he thinks about how he might punish himself this time, about how he could hurt himself until he doesn't feel so guilty.

But then he hears Luca, and the clouds lift. He stretches before glancing over his shoulder. "You think so? What kind?"

"Hm. A nice, colorful plug. Green's my favorite color."

He sips at his tea, never taking his eyes from him. "You drive me crazy, CK. All I want to do is stand here and watch you. Look what you've done to me!" He laughs.

"Finish up. Let's watch a movie together. Like the old days, right? You pick."

"Is it? I'll have to remember that." For later. For when he might want to surprise Luca with something special.

"I'm not sure what you see," but he's smiling when he answers. "I'm just glad you do. I won't be much longer."

Luca waves him goodbye as he wanders back to CK's room. There, he strips down to his boxers and takes out his laptop from his bag. His personal one, of course. With every security measure available to hide all the filthy videos he's got on it.

He waits for him there, checking his email as he drinks his tea.

CK doesn't dawdle, but he doesn't rush, either. He's clean and dry in a silk robe when he joins Luca, shooing a cat out of the way so he can curl up next to him instead.

"What do you see in me, Luca? You could have anyone. Someone who isn't a mess. Someone successful, happy."

He pushes his laptop out if the way so he can wrap his arms possessively around CK.

"I want you," he tells him. "You are clever and witty and fucking hot, and you get me. No one else knows what we've been through together. I feel myself with you."

"I don't feel like most of those most of the time anymore," he confesses, twining his fingers with Luca. "I don't think I'm ever going to be who I used to be. Is that okay?"

Luca presses a kiss to his lips, but he wants to shake him. This isn't what he wanted when he pulled CK into this goddamn bed. This sort of relationship talk is tedious and dull. It makes his head hurt. He wants him to shut up and be thankful that Luca spent so much time on him. Show some gratitude.

He simply smiles a warm smile and brushes his fingers through CK's hair.

"Neither will I. We can learn about each other together, okay?'

He does and says all the right things, but CK still feels something off there. A sense that Luca doesn't want to talk about this. Or maybe he's being unfair, and is only seeing what he expects, as someone who's struggling to love himself.

So he smiles, nods, and turns his attention to the screen. "What kinds of options do you have on this thing?"

The tension eases almost immediately as Luca gives him a gentle squeeze. CK might not think that he can be that person again, but Luca is prepared to test that theory. He brings his laptop closer and shows him the movie choices. Most of them are several years old, the same ones they saw in theaters.

Except this time, they both can enjoy them equally. He wants to remind him of those moments, when Luca was the cool brother in law. The one who could do anything. Get him anything he wanted.

Despite his earlier frustrations, he does want to spoil him.

"Hah! I remember that one." CK points out an action flick that had made waves at the time for exceptionally gratuitous violence and sex scenes that pushed the limits of the rating system. "I had to spend half the run time hoping you wouldn't notice I had a hard-on." Or, well, maybe part of him had hoped Luca did, but it'd always just been a harmless fantasy back then. A perfectly normal crush on a handsome older man giving him attention.

Luca chuckles, warm and deep. "Oh? Which part was it that got you hard? Was it the fucking on the roof? Or - the scene where he ties the other guy up and leaves his cock out?" He reaches out and starts the movie for them.

Luca had been hard, too. But not at those scenes. He liked the violence. The way hands wrapped around throats.

"Both?" He'd been, what, sixteen? It hadn't exactly taken much to get his motor going then. Not that he's all that better now, unless the depression's really getting to him. "And... that torture scene. I- I'd never seen anything like it. Had it replaying in my head for months." It'd been meant to be borderline erotic, with the main villain getting off to it. But it'd definitely awakened something in him.

"Yeah?" And Luca can already feel his body heat up. He might not be ready to do anything about it yet, but it's there. Alive and awake.

"What did you remember? Is that the one where he bent him over and laid welts on his ass?"

"Yeah. He's got him in that mask and handcuffs so he's blind and helpless. And he-" CK licks his lips, snuggling in closer. "-brands him, right above his cock. Forces his tongue down his throat. Fuck." He shivers. "It's the first time I ever imagined someone doing things like that to me."

Luca watches the opening credits over his shoulder, then slides his hand around his waist. "Did you try it?" He wonders, lowering his voice. "Getting tied up. Whipped? Used? Because I'd very much like to do those things to you."

"On both sides. I used to be pretty active in the local kink scene, you know." Just not for a while. Not since Emilia. "It's fun to be the one giving it out, but there's something... special about being on the other end. Especially with the right partner." Though he always felt like there was something holding him back from really giving up control, being completely owned by whatever play partner he had, even the ones who were very, very good.

"I know you were," he says, sliding his hand under the robe to gently touch skin against his fingertips. "You have to have a lot of trust to be able to give up control like that," he agrees. "But if you can, then it's - beyond amazing."

"Oh?" He shivers, his eyes glued on the screen as the opening scene starts to play. "You've tried it yourself?" That's hard to imagine. Luca's so powerful, so in control. He should be the one holding the leash and crop, if anything.

"Once. Long, long time ago. I decided I wanted to know what it felt like. Realized it wasn't for me, but - that didn't mean I wasn't changed a little from it."

He slides his hand along the inside of his thigh. "But I'm sure you can guess what I prefer to do."

CK spreads his legs with a little sigh, nuzzling against Luca's shoulder. "...we're not going to see much of this movie, are we." Not that he sounds disappointed. "Luca? I trust you."

Maybe more than he trusts himself.

"I know," he says, kissing his neck. "Do you know why I didn't hurt you like you asked me to yesterday?" he asks, taking his cock in hand and squeezing it once before moving back up to his stomach.

Was that only yesterday? It feels like a lifetime. He gasps and clings to Luca's arm, stiffening in his brief grip. Beautifully responsive, even after all the torment he's put himself through today.

"Why not?"

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