openmisc | Luca/CK

He holds tight to him again, beyond the point of words now. He shudders, gasping, rocking his hips in the chair into CK'S mouth. He can hear him choking and the sound just makes his whole body warm until he's panting. He uses his hand to dictate the pace if CK lets him, giving him no warning before he's spilling himself in his mouth and down his throat.

Unable to help himself in his excitement, CK reaches down, squeezing and massaging his own cock through his pants as he lets Luca use him as a fucktoy. Moving obediently under that hand, his body shaking with excitement.

When Luca comes, he gasps and chokes before trying to swallow as much as he can, forcing himself to stay with it deep in his throat, swallowing hard again and again as his tongue works the shaft and his fingers squeeze those pulsing balls rhythmically, trying to milk out every last drop.

"Yes," he moans. "Yes, that's so good. Oh...I've been waiting for this all day."

He strokes his hair, appreciative and soft. "Did you touch yourself while you were down there? Tell me how hard you are. I bet you're aching for me to touch you. Let you come. But I don't want you to."

CK licks him clean, tongue soft and careful on his sensitive skin, before nodding and sitting back, awkwardly hunched to avoid hitting his head on the table, but knees spread so Luca can see the bulge in his jeans and the damp spot growing from pre.

"Luca," he gasps hoarsely. "I haven't- I've been good all day. How much longer?"

"Come sit in my lap a minute," he tells him. "I want to hold you a while."

He pushes his chair back and holds down a hand for him.

"How do I know you haven't all day? Can I take your word for it?"

CK crawls out, wordlessly unzipping his own pants and letting them fall to the floor, then his underwear. His cock stands, aching in the open air, red and throbbing against the cock ring containing it. "Is this proof enough?" He climbs into Luca's lap, shivering. "And you saw the video."

"I did."

He stares at his cock for a moment, pulling him in so it juts right against his stomach. He takes his ass in his hands, spreading him apart and pressing a finger against that tight ring of muscle.

"I'm really selfish, CK. That's what you don't know about me. If we're going to do this, if you want to be with me, then I need this. I don't mind what you do on camera, but if you love me like you say you do, then I don't want you coming without permission, even when I'm not around. Can you do that for me?"

"Fuck-" Every bit of friction is torture, right now. He presses into Luca, shuddering as his ass is played with. He's trapped, now. Wherever he goes there's more stimulation. CK bites his lip at tries to stay still until he can form words again.

"What if I can't, Luca? I want to. I'm trying. But what if I can't?"

He leans forward, nibbling a bit at his neck. "Then I'll have to think of some way to make it right," he says. "It won't be terrible. But - I can't bear the thought of sharing you now. Even with yourself. I want you so much. I - I love you so much. You said you love me."

A gasp, more squirming. He presses back on that finger, his muscles relaxing for Luca just so. "Some way? You mean like-" He stops himself with a whimper. Does Luca even know? He wasn't in the kink scene the way CK was, and even then those implants are some pretty niche stuff.

"I do love you," he says instead. "I love you, I- but you make me so crazy."

Luca isn't in the kink scene, not outwardly. But he knows. Still, he's not thinking so extreme. Not right off the bat.

He pulls him closer. "Then tell me yes and I'll let you come any way you want."

His cock rubs against Luca's shirt and he cries out, clinging to him and shaking. "A-anything! Anything you want. I- I'll only come for you." If he can learn how. If Luca doesn't give him permission soon...

He kisses him deeply. "Good," he says, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. "Then come for me," he murmurs. "You deserve it, my sweet CK."

CK wordlessly pushes back on those fingers, then rocks forward against Luca, fucking himself eagerly. It only takes a couple times before he shudders, leaning forward suddenly to capture Luca's lips with his own as he comes, hard, in a sticky mess between them.

He keeps his fingers pressed into him as they kiss, as he spills himself, and he claims him with his mouth, one hand at the back of his neck.

"I'm going to take off tomorrow," he promises him in a gasp of a whisper. "Stay here with you. You're so, so good. I can't stand it."

CK presses his forehead to Luca's, smiling at that. "So you can call in sick with your cock in my mouth?" It'd be their little secret. Nobody would have to know. He reaches up with a soft shiver, brushing his fingers through Luca's hair with a sigh.

"Maybe you could even help me with a shoot."

He tilts his head, delightfully intrigued by that. "Long as you keep my face out of it." Luca untangles himself from CK and kisses his jaw. "Go take a shower," he murmurs, firm but still, for now, kind. "I'll clean this up."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He wouldn't want to ruin Luca's career so he's forced to stay home with him.

Hmm. Yet.

He slides off Luca's lap. "Should I keep the door open?"

"Yes, you should," he laughs, zipping his pants and standing up. He gives CK's ass a playful slap. A reward for good thinking.

He washes his hands and cleans off the table, scooping a naughty kitten from the counter and humming happily to her as he cradles her close. Everything is going exactly how he wanted it. Exactly as he's wanted for years. And CK, willing as he is, is perfect.

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.

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