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If you had asked Kaelix two hours ago whether he would let anybody touch his asshole—
well.
"Wait, waitwaitwait—"
"We already waited."
"I want more kisses first!—"
"Cochino, you already got kisses."
Freya runs a hand along the inner seam of Kaelix's thigh, nails just barely tugging at his skin.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," she offers, meeting his eyes. They've been at a standstill for nearly ten minutes now, Kaelix whining about whether or not he can handle it.
Kaelix whimpers. "No, I want to—" he starts, before gasping when Freya presses the tip to his hole.
She stops again, before cruelly pinching one of Kaelix's nipples. Freya leans down and presses her lips over Kaelix's ear.
"Stop bitching."
Kaelix sobs.
Freya holds his hip firmly as she pushes in, whispering against his ear as she bullies the strap as deep as it will go.
"You're so cute, hm?"
And when Kaelix doesn't respond, she slaps his side lightly.
"Aren't you cute?"
"Ah, mgh— I'm so cute, I—"
Freya licks around his ear before pulling back to find that Kaelix's face is already hot and wet.
"Are you crying? Oh, big boy…"
Initially, she hadn't intended to be so mean.
They had come back from a particularly rough gig at the club. Almost everything had gone wrong— the feedback was horrible, the speakers were dying, and all of them were struggling to hear Azalea's drumming through the crowd.
Kaelix had become decidedly sour afterwards. He nearly cried when they found out his favorite sandwich place was closed afterwards because of renovations, snapped at Seible twice when they were ordering in…
But Freya wouldn't take it standing up. When Kaelix opened his mouth to retaliate after Freya handed him the wrong pair of chopsticks, she yanked him out of his seat and practically shoved him into their shared room.
The moment she had him sat and out of his show shirt, the words were pouring out of him. About the day, about how he was feeling, about how mad he was. When he started getting particularly sharp-tongued, Freya held Kaelix's chin between her hand, manicured nails pressing into his cheek.
"Don't get pissy with me."
And, oh. Kaelix likes that a little too much.
"FREYA!— Ahn, mm.."
"Use your words. How do you feel?"
"Feel so good. Wanna— hm."
"Hm?"
And Kaelix gets quiet again.
It's frustrating, how he stops himself, even when Freya is seven inches deep in him. He really has relearned shame.
"Tell me again," Freya mumbles, rolling her hips once.
Kaelix hiccups.
"Feel good."
"That's not what you said."
"Uh-huh—"
Freya is feeling particularly petty. She pulls out entirely.
"Hey— wait, um," Kaelix backtracks, blinking through the stickiness of his early tears, "Don't stop."
When Freya just smirks down at him, Kaelix realizes she's taking in his pathetic kicked-puppy expression.
"Oh, you HATE me!" He groans, turning his face into a pillow, face burning with shame.
Freya leans down to his exposed ear to kiss it. "Cochino," she mumbles, a hand running down to stroke Kaelix's untouched cock, two fingers resting on the tip.
Kaelix squirms, gasping and whining, before finally relenting and pushing at Freya's arm.
"Mhn— stop for a— FREYA!"
She meets his eyes again with a cruel smile as one hand tweaks his chest.
"What? What do you want? You won't tell me, so I just have to guess…"
She watches with delight when Kaelix's eyes go glossy with hot tears again. She got him.
"I— I wanna be good. I wanna be a good boy."
"You want to be my good boy?"
Kaelix groans, but doesn't dissent.
Freya takes it as an invitation to grab the melon lube from the nightstand and shove it in Kaelix's face.
"Prep yourself again. I won't stop touching you."
Seible glances once at the door to their bandmate's room before sighing.
"Should I just... put their food in the fridge?"
Azalea just hums, taking the boxes from Seible and patting his shoulder.