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Luca Balsa, a man who wasn't that hot when it comes to looks. Messy brown hair pulling into a ponytail that looked like a toddler put it together, and has a purple eye that never seems to go away as if it was permanent ...along with a stupid looking overbite. Not to mention his rather very eccentric personality, and one who got along well with others despite his narcissistic personality.
Luca Balsa, a ruffed up, upcoming inventor who wouldn't expect himself in the situation he was in currently… which was sitting down on his dorm bed leaning against the wall with one of God's masterpieces straddling him, Edgar Valden. He was the school's top artist, not to mention he was quite the handsome guy! He had blue eyes that someone could get lost in if they stared hard enough (not like they can even get a chance to stare long enough in the first place), and neat hazel brown hair that was put into a low, curled ponytail and to top it off with a red ribbon to hold it in place. And you can’t forget the cute red hat thing (Luca doesn’t know the name to rich people fashions nor does he care anyways) to go along with his paint stained look. For someone who never got along with others, especially Luca…how is it that Luca was currently being straddled by this breathtaking brunette that had a distaste for the inventor?
Before this predicament, Mike Morton, a male known for throwing one of the best parties, had invited practically the entire school in a way to celebrate the finals. Luca, of course, showed up with a friend or two, and it just so happened that Edgar was also in the party keeping to himself, he of course looked like he didn't want to be there but guessing that a friend dragged him over…
At first everything was rocky but it toned down after a couple of cups of punch that was, of course, spiked. To which sparked a bit of tension from the hatred Edgar had for Luca as the party went on with only but quick glances from time to time from both of the males.
Sure Edgar hated Luca, but it was pretty much one sided, after all Luca never cared much about what others thought about him and nor did he pay attention to anyone’s feelings (this of course did not help Luca at all with the people around him therefore got called many names, narcissists was one and so on). So, in Luca’s perspective, he didn’t care if Edgar had such a distaste for him, he kind of enjoyed the eye contact they would make or the feeling of being watched by the painter… which with the right amount of punch he downed, led him to provoking the painter from afar. This provoking contained stupid grins that Edgar oh so dearly hated seeing, teasing him from afar (I’ll leave this to your imagination), and how he would speak loudly about the painter enough for him to actually hear it.
Edgar can only take so much, and especially with how Luca has been provoking him throughout the entire party, he decided to pay a visit to the other male later once the party had ended, this of course not being sober thoughts but a wise person once said, drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.
Once the party was over and Luca sluggishly dragged to his dorm room by a friend, who was muttering curses at the messy inventor for drinking so much, and was, without care, pushed on his bed and left there with putting a glass of water on the side of course. It wasn’t till a few minutes later that Luca settled in, drank some of the water for the alcohol to die down a bit. A few minutes later he heard a knock on his dorm door. He was going to ignore it until he heard Edgar’s voice telling him to open the door, which he did sluggishly.
He was meeted with the painter pushing past him while grabbing his collar and leading him to his bed before he could even get a word out. Edgar kept muttering things at him but he could care less about listening to complaints from the other as of right now. That is, until he was pushed down on his bed, leaning against the wall with Edgar going on top of him that led him to disconnect from whatever world he was living in for a second. This practically leads up to where they are now…
The soft breathing between them was soft, the sound of sheets ruffling around were quiet as well. Luca was taking in the moment of the artist on top of him while also trying to stabilize himself as Edgar worked his ways against the inventor. soft breaths and soft crys Luca gave out was all that could be heard from the room by the painfully slow paste the other was riding him.
As much as Edgar hated Luca, he couldn’t help but enjoy torturing Luca in this way, making him pant like a dog with tears in his eyes in desperation for more friction that Edgar could, but didn’t grant him. He looked pathetic in Edgars eyes, but that didn't mean it made the pleasure Edgar got from seeing the other like this go down the drain, infact Edgar would go so far to say that it made him want to rob the inventor of everything he had to offer and to leave him chasing Edgar for more friction like a dog following its owner,
The eyes Luca looked at Edgar with was pitiful, his eyes half lidded, his pupils blown wide in desperate pleasure along with blush that dusted his cheeks lavishly, not to mention his soft pants he tried to hold in but was rather hard to with the nonsense crying he was doing. He really did look like a kicked puppy.
Luca’s hands rested against Edgar's thighs, gripping them since he was practically banned from resting his hands on the artist's hips due to trying to move them any faster to only end up with Edgar slapping him when he tried to do so, therefore he was forced to move his hands. He'd admit, he hated Edgars paste but somehow his paste made the moment all the more richer.
“Eddie…please” Luca mustered out only for Edgar to raise a brow at the nickname but also slowly yet roughly grind down onto the others lap in response that shut the other’s begging up with a soft moan of pleasure.
“Have you ever thought of why I hated you?”
Luca responded with a shake of his head indicating ‘no’
“Perhaps those are one of the reasons.”
He roughly grinding down on the others length once again taking him farther in himself,
“You don't think about anyone but yourself. You're loud, and you never seem to get tired of running your mouth as well as through both my thoughts and sight. I hate you.”
Luca lets out a cry of pleasure from the others' roughness to which Edgar leaned in closer, pressing their chests together, leaning up to his ear…
“And now look at you…you look so pitiful…. You acted so tough earlier but with one rotation of my hips and you're practically like a puppy begging to get walked… you're pathetic.” Edgar bit the last word of his sentence with venom and hatred, but he couldn’t help but feel surprised at the feeling of the other that twitched inside him from the degrading words. For a man who was so built from praise, Edgar would have least expected this…
Edgar leaned back to look at the other with disgust. He grabbed the others chin harshly to make him look at him with a glare. To which Luca stared right back at the blue haunting eyes of the other
“Are you seriously into being talked down to? How much more pitiable can you get?” Edgar said with a scoff
The feeling of the other sinking into him was too great to care about whatever Edgar was scolding him about if Luca had to be honest. He'd admit though, as much as he hated it, the way Edgar looked at him was as if consuming the inventor fully was hot to him.
“You’re so annoying. And what the hell was that you pulled at the party, huh? I swear it’s like if you were asking for this or for someone to finally put you in your place.” Edgar said with a glare that didn’t last very long because whatever courage Luca had left, he flipped their position so Edgar was no longer riding him but was now under him. Before Edgar could even react and either curse at him, or hit him once again, Luca decided to grab his wrists to pin them down while dipping down to hungrily kiss the painter.
“Luca-“ Edgar managed to mutter out only to be silenced once again as Luca slipped his tongue into his mouth, practically eating him. Once Luca had determined that Edgar was no longer going to hit him from the kiss, he decided to let go and place his hands on his hips to control the paste, finally. He was getting tired of the slow paste anyways.
As he pulled away from the kiss he leaned in the artist's ear and whispered “Are ya’ finally done with all that talkin’? You keep sayin’ I need to be put in my place, but you aren’t any better, are you.” And with that he leant down to place peppered kisses and bites on Edgar’s neck, earning moan here and there from the thrusts and bites. Oh how he would have never dared to step foot in the god forsaken dorm if he knew his plan would backfire so beautifully.
Luca would have to apologize to his dorm neighbors later for the noise and hope not to get a noise complaint from them, but hey, if he did, at least it was worth it. After all, the satisfaction of one of God’s masterpieces getting tainted by his ugly hands was something that some dumb warning couldn’t stop him.
By morning when Luca had woken with a slight headache and a disgusting dirty feeling (he didn’t care to wash up after last night's activities) he realized that Edgar was no longer here, assuming that the guy left in a panic, like I mean, who wouldn’t if you slept with your supposed enemie and enjoyed it, or well, he hoped he enjoyed it cause he himself sure did.
After washing up and attending classes, he couldn’t help but realize how Edgar would avoid his gaze and looked flustered each time they locked eyes, it was cute and amusing in a way. Now that he thinks about it, he has a way to shut the male up whenever Edgar wanted to seem tough against him, and with that though Luca laughed to himself.