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“Is this how you’re supposed to help me pack?” Gemini teases, his words tinged with giggles as he falls down flat on his bed, looking up at Fourth with mischief-twinkled eyes.
Fourth stares, head cocked with an amused, sheepish smile on his pink lips. Gemini is making fun of his terrible excuse for coming over to Gemini’s apartment right after their fan meeting. I’ll come help you pack, the words left his mouth without even thinking, his eyes too busy roaming over Gemini’s see-through shirt, voraciousness obscuring his senses.
Packing, Gemini had repeated, nodding his head teasingly with an amused, princess pout. Fourth has been aware of Gemini’s habit of packing beforehand every trip since the beginning of their careers because he doesn’t take much personal luggage with him. He is also too entrepreneur-minded to not pack in advance. Seeing Gemini in his bed, honeyed and happy like he doesn’t have a flight to catch in a few hours, feels too much of a high reward for such a lousy excuse, but Fourth has never been a complainer.
“Why are you standing so far away?” Gemini whines, stretching his model-long legs towards where Fourth is standing by his bed.
“I like my view from here.” Fourth tries to put up a fight, just to see Gemini squirm for it a little, to see that defiant, spoiled glare in his eyes with a petulant pout.
It’s like he has gotten prettier lately which is saying something because Gemini and pretty have been synonyms in Fourth’s mind for years. He looks like he is surrounded by an ethereal angel glow that only comes from within, only comes from the confidence and pride of walking a runway in Paris.
Gemini narrows his pretty eyes for a moment before shrugging. “Okay,” He starts undoing his belt; the clinking of his buckle feels loud in the quietened atmosphere. He arches slightly to pull the belt off, throwing it off the bed on the floor before his hands start moving upwards—long fingers purposefully getting stuck to pull the hemline of his shirt slightly so it can reveal teasing flashes of warm skin and a toned tummy—brushing against his midriff, slightly thumbing at his nipples before he starts unbuttoning his shirt, showing off his pretty neck and delicate collarbones.
Fourth holds back a whine, slightly annoyed because it is so easy for Gemini to get under his skin, displaying himself like a sweet, divine baby-slut angel until Fourth falls into his welcoming, honeytrap arms, making home inside his pretty legs.
He wonders what that says about him, but he has way too many feelings to navigate through to truly understand the notion of it. He also has much more important things at hand currently.
“Stop staring, glasses.”
Gemini has a way of saying things without saying them, innocent and unassuming, so he never has to say what he actually wants—come here, glasses means get closer and grip my waist and stop staring, glasses means kiss me, get between my thighs, love on me. Fourth thinks he might have a projection problem because Gemini is too much of a prince proper, good boy to say any of that but that's the thing Fourth enjoys the most.
“Do you not like them?” Fourth questions as he gets closer to the bed, Icarus to the sun. He leans down to slightly hover above Gemini and looks at his pretty face.
Gemini wraps his arms around Fourth’s neck, sweet and coy. “I probably like them too much. Makes you look like a hot professor.” He brings Fourth down, gently nosing over his glinting earring, sharp jawline, and soft curve of his cheek, plump pout brushing softly all over Fourth’s face affectionately like a nuzzling kitten. It’s cute.
Fourth feels serotonin rushing in his brain as he inhales lightly. Gemini always smells good—masculine and expensive with his colognes, powdery and soft right after a shower, musky and sweet when he sweats. Fourth likes it all. He likes it even better when Gemini smells like him—his own floral, sweet perfume sticking on Gemini’s skin, the thick and heady smell right before the shower Gemini takes after Fourth cums inside him, lingering all over his inner thighs, possessive and claiming.
Gemini makes a face when Fourth takes too long to reply. “Payyy attention to me.”
Fourth giggles, endeared and flower-blooming pleased. “You have my full undivided attention.”
“Ugh, c’mere,” Gemini mumbles with a pout that is begging to be kissed, his covetous hand trailing over Fourth’s shoulder and moving down to tangle his nimble fingers into the criss-cross laces of Fourth's shirt, tugging him close to join their soft mouths together.
Gemini presses soft pecks on Fourth’s pout before he opens his mouth slightly so Gemini can lick inside, sweet and languorous. Fourth lets him control the pace, kissing back with the same gentleness, mostly because he likes feeling Gemini mimic the way Fourth kisses him. The only intimacy he knows is learnt from Fourth because he is Gemini’s first—every wet swipe of his tongue on his cupid’s bow, the way he bites down gently on his lower lip before suckling on it—he only knows it because Fourth did it to him first.
The thought makes Fourth groan into Gemini’s candied mouth, brain cotton-stuffed hazy with blood rushing inside his body, hot and proprietorial, heating up his ears. Gemini whines back, pawing at Fourth’s arms, fingers digging into the firm, strong muscles, making himself tiny under Fourth’s broad frame.
Fourth balances his weight on his left arm, gripping Gemini’s jaw with his right hand so he can open up his pretty mouth even more for Fourth’s taking. Fourth sucks on Gemini’s bubblegum tongue, wet and messy, smushing their humid mouths together, not minding the slight pain of his glasses getting crooked and digging into his face. He can feel his cock hardening in his pants, but that has become sort of an obvious feat for when he is around Gemini.
Gemini is too pretty for his own good—big, brown doe-like eyes with doll lashes and faux star-dotted moles, cute nose, sweetest pretty-pink pout—an angel face. Tiny little waist that makes his hands look bigger than they actually are, thick, soft thighs that wrap around his waist when he picks Gemini up, hugging around his hips when he rides him, a pretty-plush fat ass—all that just for Fourth. He feels a dizzying desire in his lower belly.
His hand moves towards Gemini’s chest, resting there for a moment to feel his racing heartbeat before squeezing because tits—! Gemini is starting to spend more hours at the gym, and it’s becoming more obvious and difficult for Fourth every day, especially when he walks around with perky pecs in see-through shirts that flash his nipples to anyone who wants to see, and he knows that many people want to do more than just see. He squeezes once again, irrational and irritated.
Gemini breaks the kiss with a wet gasp, his pout spit-shiny while his lashes flutter, shy and demure. “What’s gotten into you?”
“It’s your fault,” Fourth sounds a little sulky, his greedy hands groping the fat of Gemini’s pecs, fingers digging in the flesh, wanting to be bruise-intending. Gemini’s body arches into his touch, shuddering beneath him. “Paris, Japan—you keep leaving me.”
“It’s for work—!” Gemini tries to coax gently, but his words end in a gasp as Fourth bites right over his collarbone, pearly teeth leaving a reddening half-moon mark behind on warm silken skin. Fourth feels visceral desperation, biting and whimpering like an upset puppy.
“I will work for both of us,” He whines unreasonably, lisping around his sibilants and practically vibrating, pinked tongue licking over the ache of the bite he just left, glasses further digging into his nose as they get fogged up. He won’t be surprised if they leave a mark behind. “You just stay here.”
“Yeah? Want me to be your housewife?”
Fourth feels his head nodding before he even realizes it. “Yeah—yeah. Wife. My wife.” The thought is too far-fetched for multiple reasons, mainly because Fourth respects and admires Gemini’s career and work ethic more than anyone else. He also certainly cannot cook like a housewife, but getting married to Gemini makes him violently dizzy. The concept of Fourth coming back from work to their home, where Gemini would wait for him in their marital bed, and having marital sex while calling it lovemaking and trying for a baby. Fourth almost sobs at the thought.
“Gemini.”
Gemini giggles, melodic. “Any more complaints for me?”
Fourth doesn’t even think about it. “Your shirt’s too see-through. I can literally see your nipples through it.” He sulks, his pout pressing against Gemini’s heated skin.
“You don’t have any right to say this,” Gemini simpers, narrowing his eyes playfully. “I’m not the one posing shirtless on IG all the time.”
“But that’s our public brand!” Fourth whines, wrapping his hands tightly around Gemini’s waist under his shirt, thumbing on his belly button, and completely straddling him. “I’m supposed to be the cute, unassumingly slutty nong who posts thirst traps, and you’re the mean, daddy phi who puts me in my place.”
Gemini squirms underneath him, trying to ignore Fourth’s roaming hands all over his blushed, sensitive skin. “I don't know about you being unassuming... I think you’re pretty conspicuous about being slutty.”
“Wow,” Fourth shakes his head in mock disbelief. “Why don’t you just call me a whore while you’re at it?”
Gemini grins, too saccharine and cutesy. “Phi thinks you’re a whore, baby.”
Fourth ducks his head and puts his hot-wet mouth on Gemini’s nipple, dampening the thin, barely there fabric with his spit, and sucks hard, making Gemini moan loudly as his body thrashes underneath him at the sudden stimulation, messing up his bedsheets.
Fourth doesn’t stop, his veiny hand gripping the wispy fabric of Gemini’s shirt in a fist and pulling it with slight strength until it rips apart to reveal his honeywarm skin with pinked finger-shaped marks all over his chest and waist, teeth marks on his collarbones, and one of his nipples glossed with Fourth’s puppy drool. Gemini bruises so easily.
“My shirt—!” Gemini protests, but his voice comes out too whiny, a little scandalized at his audacity.
“I’ll buy you more later,” Fourth says mindlessly, licking his own thumb and rubbing it down teasingly on a brown-sugar nub—flicking, circling, pressing—mean and wicked. Gemini’s mouth is drool-wet, rounded with whimpers and moans, pretty eyes scrunched tightly in pleasure. His hips jerk vehemently, his hard-on sliding against Fourth’s crotch, making them both gasp at the barely there stimulus.
“Fouuurth,” Gemini’s nails dig into his shoulder, making him hiss a little. “Do something.”
This is Fourth’s favorite part—getting Gemini so desperate from all the teasing that he has to voice out his needs. “What do you want me to do?”
“Touch me.”
“I am,” Fourth grips his waist tightly, flat palms wide and pressing down on Gemini’s tummy the same way he does when he’s fucking deeply into his tight, wet hole and swears, baby, I can feel myself in you.
“Wan’ more.”
He moves down further, the tip of his nose tracing the guiding lines down Gemini’s body, nuzzling into the curve of his waist with soft lips pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere. He sucks the soft honeyed skin into his mouth, swirling his wet tongue, leaving his cooling puppy spit all over the marked skin. He can spend hours kissing Gemini’s waist. The eighth wonder of the world, in his humble opinion—so delicate, tiny, kissable, huggable, with a designated curve just for Fourth’s hands to rest on it.
Gemini is made for Fourth, and Fourth is made for Gemini.
“You’re leaving marks.” Gemini sounds like he is having an epiphany, awed and a little in panic.
“Mn,” Fourth hums into Gemini’s skin, feeling the vibration on his own swollen mouth. “Giving you a parting gift. You did good in Paris by wearing turtlenecks.”
“Shut up.”
“Did you miss me there?” Fourth stops to look up at Gemini, his hair sticking dewy to his forehead and glasses completely crooked. He takes them off and gets startled by the sudden protesting whine that echoes in the room. Gemini has a sweet, little guilty expression on his face. Interesting. Fourth slides the glasses back on.
He hits sharply on the mark he bit on Gemini’s waist, making him hiss at the sting. “I asked you something. Did you miss me?” He drags his ravenous hand down, undoing Gemini’s pants before he cups over his hardened bulge, warm and heavy in his hand. His mouth waters, gums aching with want. “Did you think of me?”
“Yeah,” Gemini breathes out, throwing his head back against the pillow, haloing out his dyed-brown hair. “Thought of you so much.”
“What did you think about, mn?” Fourth is working to tug down Gemini’s fitted pants. Gemini lifts his hips up in autopilot like a good boy. They get a little stuck on his thick thighs but Fourth manages to take them off well. He has almost a year of hands-on practice now.
“Your mouth—” Gemini whimper-yells when Fourth puts his mouth on Gemini’s cock over the fabric of his underwear, flattening his wet tongue over the base where he is the thickest. Fourth likes this too much—sucks cock for his own pleasure, enjoys the ache in his jaw after Gemini works his mouth too much, face-fucking him with a desperate need. He gives soft sucks, saturating the fabric with his spit, nuzzling into the curve with a tiny sigh and gluttonous need brewing in his tummy.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Gemini groans loudly above him.
Fourth moves his hand again, down, where Gemini’s tight hole is hidden. “What about here? Did you miss me here, too?” His desire is so obscene it makes him so shameless.
“You’re so infuriating.”
“Yes, but did you?” Fourth presses, metaphorically and physically. Gemini’s whole body jerks.
“Just fuck me already.” Gemini snaps, his pretty, glittering eyes set in a heated, horny glare, making Fourth grin like a predator who caught prey, smug teeth and dangerous because this was all he was leading to. He likes the coy, will-he-won’t-he game Gemini plays, but he likes this much better. Demanding what he wants from Fourth, telling him to get to work, just fuck me already.
He is hit on the shoulder by something suddenly. He looks down and actually laughs in absurd delight. “Did you just throw a lube bottle at me?”
Gemini just shrugs with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile he is trying not to let show. Ugh. Fourth likes him too much.
Fourth leans back to take off his own shirt, the fabric getting caught on his glasses. He takes them both off, along with his jeans, and throws them on Gemini’s bedroom floor. He stretches with a little exaggeration, just to be annoying because he knows he looks good and that Gemini stares. He is too obvious.
He tugs down Gemini’s final garment and throws that into the pile of their clothes too. His cock springs free, achy-hard and dewy at the tip. Fourth’s stomach flips in need, his own cock lurching in his underwear. He is teasing himself more than he is teasing Gemini at this point.
He wraps his hand around Gemini’s delicate ankle, pulling it apart to make himself home between his soft, thick thighs, dropping down flat on his belly. This might be Fourth’s favorite place on Earth.
“You’re so pretty here, Gem.” Fourth whines and leans in to suckle wetly on Gemini’s weeping cockhead, purring in relish. He opens his mouth wider, sliding the thick cock deeper, rubbing against the smooth, soft inside of his gums and cheeks.
Gemini is so sensitive, crooning with pleasure already, his thighs trembling by Fourth’s face. “Fuuck.”
Fourth grabs Gemini’s thighs with both hands, his fingers digging tightly into the soft, malleable flesh that spills from his fingers, hoisting him up until his knees are touching his chest, crude in the way it makes Gemini’s face flush red hot with desire and embarrassment. He pulls back to stare at his tight, dusky beigepink rim, shy and inviting at the same time.
Gemini makes a tiny embarrassed mewl when he realizes that Fourth is just staring, trying to close his legs, but Fourth’s tight grip stops him. “Stop staring.”
Fourth’s dark, dragoned eyes flick up towards Gemini’s pretty, pink-hued face. “Can I use my mouth on it?” He’s rasping, drowning in his own desire. This would be the first time he would do something like this if Gemini allows, but he has been thinking about this exact moment for too long now.
“You won’t hate it?”
“I would love nothing more.”
At Fourth’s firm affirmation, Gemini nods a little, the longer strands of his hair falling into his pretty, blushing face.
Fourth leans in closer, nuzzling his nose in the curve of Gemini’s inner knee and pressing a soft kiss there. He makes his way upwards with his mouth, pressing candy-sugar butterfly kisses everywhere on Gemini’s thigh, sucking the soft flesh in his mouth until there are little purple blooming marks like splotches on a canvas. He bites particularly hard at one spot, raunchy puppy teeth digging slowly into the flesh, leaving behind deep, indented teeth marks that will last for at least a few days. Good, Fourth thinks, possessive and vindictive; the thought of Gemini having his marks on his body all over in Japan makes him a little too pleased.
Gemini is almost on the verge of sobbing in pleasure, a few tears that escaped his eyes glitter shiny on his cheeks. It spurs Fourth on, wanting to see more.
He gets closer, nose brushing against the sweet-soft crevice of Gemini’s ass before he finally laves a humid, spitty lick on his puckered hole. He gets a loud fluttering whimper as a reward so he continues. He swirls his tongue all over before spitting on it properly, getting his rim slobbery and gossamer wet. He does it again, again, again—licking and spitting, eager tongue and drooly mouth until it’s pooling. Gemini is completely thrashing underneath him, weepy moans escaping from his kissed mouth, sweat-sheened body squirming, but Fourth’s hold is too strong.
“Sho good,” Fourth speaks against the spit tacky skin, a prominent lisp in his words. “—can do thish everyday.”
He drools into Gemini’s slipshod steamy skin, his own shiny spit strings cling down his chin as his jaw works, fingers indented into his marked thighs and hoisting him further up like a ditzy little doll. The schlicking sounds of his wetwetwet mouth burn his reddened ears.
He pulls back again slightly to blow cool air at the sensitive surface, just to be mean and annoying, watching Gemini’s body tremble, hips jerking to almost try to escape the pleasure. His wet, pink rim is clenching haphazardly, undecided between wanting to stop and wanting more.
Fourth decides that for Gemini as he undoes the nozzle of the lube bottle and squeezes it on his fingers, warming it up. Gemini catches on immediately, an awed gleam in his eyes. “Oh—! Baby’s gonna fuck me?”
Fourth loves being Gemini’s baby. “Hm, do you want it?”
Gemini mewls, nodding his head eagerly. “Wan’ it so bad.”
It’s a tale as old as time—if Gemini wants something, Fourth will give it to him.
Fourth taps his finger against his wet-clench hole, then slowly pushes it inside. He’s so shiny here, clammy wet with hot-sugar-slick sweat, Fourth’s spit and lube because he is always too heavy-handed with it. He likes the shlicking sounds too much, and wants it to be loud every time.
Fourth whines, his knuckle bumping against Gemini’s rim, twisting the finger around to loosen him up but, “Why do you feel tighter than usual?”
“‘s been a while,” Gemini’s voice comes out in high pitches, sweet-tenored.
Fourth pouts thoughtfully. It has been a while. There was Paris, but before that, they both were too busy to do more than rushed, scandalous handjobs, and even before, Gemini had been on top—slow, sweet, missionary with eye contact—until Fourth was in tears at the tenderness of it all because Gemini is a lover at heart. It’s Fourth who has teethy bites with a gluttonous mouth and feral fucking. Well, opposites attract.
Fourth has to work a little, squeezing more lube directly on Gemini’s tight hole because he is uncontrollable, twisting and turning before he can add another finger, watching the soft flesh of his ass jiggling a little against the intrusion. He feels hypnotized as he uses his free hand to grab the fat and squeeze tightly like a stress ball, dimpling the skin with his fingers.
Fourth sighs a dreamy little sound. Gemini’s ass should be the eighth wonder of this world. He pauses for a moment. Didn’t he already think about this before about Gemini’s waist? Whatever. Gemini’s entire existence is a wonder to his world.
The squelch is louder this time when Fourth fucks his fingers back in, going deeper this time until he is petting softly at Gemini’s prostate. His cock aches to be buried inside there, tight, hot, and wet.
“Add three,” Gemini demands, his hips moving along with Fourth’s fingers, tiny waist flexing at the gyrating movement.
“Greedy,” Fourth teases but complies nonetheless, cramping a third finger inside his puffy pinked hole. Gemini’s eyebrows are scrunched together in pleasure-pain, his plush pout hangs open at the feeling of being filled, his gleaming, wet pink tongue lolls out so tempting, that Fourth has to move upwards and suck on it in his mouth, swirling their tongues together with a sloppy rhythm.
“Baby,” Gemini moans out when Fourth picks up the pace, his wrist flicking upwards and twisting while his palm is going patpatpat against Gemini’s sensitive skin from the fast pace, dewy hole clenching tightly to his fingers. “Fuck me, please. Need you in me.”
Fourth can’t resist any further, feeling like he is about to burst. He quickly tugs off his underwear, hissing when his cock springs free, at the cool feeling of way too much lube when he coats his hard-on, thumbing at his leaky slit.
He taps his cockhead, rubbing on the slippery wet skin before he sinks into Gemini’s eager hole with an obscenely loud sound of wet slick, getting a stretched-out moan from Gemini when he fits his cockhead inside. Usually, there is less resistance, but like Gemini said before, it’s been a while. His walls clench and squeeze around him tightly when Fourth tries to push more, making him groan.
“Fuck—Gemmm, teerak, you have to relax a bit.”
Gemini lets out a broken moan. “I’m trying.”
“Take a deep breath,” Fourth coos, caressing Gemini’s face gently before leaning in and licking the salty tear tracks on his pretty face. “So sweet. You can do it.”
Gemini’s pout wobbles endearingly. Fourth doesn’t fight the urge to peck it, pressing fluttering butterfly kisses all over the sweetest mouth known to mankind.
“Love you, baby,” Gemini whispers against his mouth like a secret, and Fourth swallows it immediately, tasting the honey-soaked words on his tongue, his hips jerking forward, inch by inch.
There is so much Fourth can say here—don’t leave / take me with you / let’s run away together / I love you so much that I feel it ache in my bones—but he smiles softly, so fond, so sweet. “Love you too.”
Fourth is in so deep, grinding his cock inside nice and fervent that throbs at the feeling of Gemini’s cunt-clenched hole, his ass flush against Fourth’s pelvis. He feels a rush of energy, at the fact that not only he is fucking the prettiest boy ever but because he loves this precious boy. He feels like he's on top of the world.
“S’good? You feel good, baby?” Fourth asks, rocking his hips in a steady sea wave, gripping at Gemini’s waist, his hips, his thighs, anywhere his roaming hands can reach on his sweat-sleeked skin.
“So good. Fou’t’s—uhn—good.”
Fourth’s tight-clutch grip gets stronger, completely crammed up inside Gemini’s steamy, wet hole, pushing in and out, in and out, getting sweet uh, hng, uhn whimpers from Gemini along with moans of his own name. He feels so desperate, keeping on rutting in while grunting like a feral dog. He knows he is close, spurred on by Gemini’s nails digging deeply into his shoulder, leaving his own marks on Fourth’s body. He likes that so much, likes this so much, likes everything with Gemini.
Fourth wraps his fist tight around Gemini’s wet cock, giving him something warm and soft to cum inside, rubbing his thumb at his weeping tip.
“C’mon,” Fourth encourages, his voice cracking. “Give it to me.”
Gemini, strung with too much teasing and stimulation, doesn’t last long, shooting thick white ropes all on his hand with loud, syrupy moans in various pitches, clinging tightly onto Fourth, heartbeat thunder-loud. “Fou—Fouu’t, Fourth.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name.”
The phonetics of Fourth’s name sound the best in Gemini’s voice—whether it’s said with playful teasing, or when they’re laughing and he goes ai fottt, or when he’s moaning it out while cumming—nobody can ever say his name the way Gemini does, and with this revelation, he lets go, his eyes squeezing shut tightly, with a loud yell of Gemini’s name.
He gush-cums inside Gemini, all gooey, thick, and white-hot, like icing sugar leaking out of his red-rubbed rim. He has tears in his eyes, a light ringing in his ears from the intense orgasm, his body loses balance and falls on top of Gemini’s sweat-sticky body, hugging him close.
Their heartbeats are going fast in different syncs which he doesn't like so he holds his breath for a few moments, again and again until his heartbeat finally synchronizes with Gemini’s heartbeat, making a tiny, happy sound when he achieves that.
They both hold each other mellow in silence, coming down from the high rush until Gemini breaks it. “Fuck. My flight’s in an hour.”
Fourth peeks one eye open to grin at Gemini, lazy and smug. He drags his hand down Gemini’s body, patting at the gushy, wet mess between his thighs with a filthy plap sound that echoes around them.
“What?” Gemini grumbles, pushing Fourth away slightly in embarrassment and overstimulation on his rubbed raw, sensitive skin.
“I gave you a parting gift. Take care of it.”
“Fuck off—!”