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Ricky sat in some corner booth, rubbing his temples in an attempt to soothe his growing headache. The venue was full of chatter that he had long been bored of. He was done with the talking, he didn’t need to find a new artisan to work with, didn’t need to find other designers to collaborate with and didn’t need to find influencers to promote his work. He could do all of that any other day.
Worst of all, he couldn’t go all out on the alcohol and be princess carried back home, it was an after party afterall, not some random bar that just so happened to have people from the fashion industry.
Ricky rose to his legs, his hand running quickly through his blonde hair. All he wanted right now was a dick in his ass and a tongue in his mouth. Specifically, Gyuvin’s. His eyes darted around the area, looking for him. There. He quickly made his way towards the man, careful not to bump into anything or anyone
He brushed the back of his fingers against the other’s, his signature way of asking to get fucked. Gyuvin paused his conversation, following Ricky to wherever he took him. Ricky walked straight to the car, taking his spot in the passenger seat while waiting for Gyuvin to take the driver's seat.
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The two practically jumped on each other the second they entered their bedroom. They hopped on the bed as they stripped off their clothes. Gyuvin’s arm reached out grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
”Help me?” Gyuvin said smiling, holding the condom in Ricky’s face. “Can you do anything by yourself?” Ricky rolled his eyes as he snatched the condom from Gyuvin's hand. Ricky lifted Gyuvin’s dick and rolled the condom over the length, eliciting a moan from the man.
“H-Hey! Uggh—Don’t be so rough.” Ricky hadn’t intended to be rough at first, but remembering that Gyuvin had grabbed his ass out in public, Ricky tightened his grip on the other one’s dick. The cock was already red, but now it was turning a sickly shade of…purple? Gyuvin and his poor cock couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed Ricky over on his stomach and got on top.
“You just can’t be nice can you?” Gyuvin said, reaching to grab a bottle of lube ignoring the protests coming from the bottom. “Lucky for you, I’m nice. Nice enough to prep you," he told Ricky, while squirting a generous amount of lube on his asshole. ”And who told you to grab my ass in public, in front of THE FANS, IN FRONT OF HANBIN!”
Gyuvin didn’t have an excuse, except for the fact that his ass looked incredibly soft and welcoming. ”Fine, I deserve to be punished…” Gyuvin leaned into Ricky's ear and asked softly ”So what do you want me to do?”
“I want y…” .“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Gyuvin informed the blushing bottom. “I-I want your dick—ngh!” Gyuvin shoved a finger into Ricky’s asshole. He went in and out a few more times before adding another finger. Ricky was growing impatient. “Just stick it in, I’m loose enough!”
“Fine you asked for this.” Gyuvin went down to the hilt in one go, the burn stinged yet Ricky couldn’t get enough of it. “Sorry! Does it hurt? You wanna take a break?”. “No no! Don’t stop, keep going.” Gyuvin crawled out leaving just the tip inside and turned Ricky onto his back so they faced each other, he grabbed his arms and buckled down as he told Ricky ”You know I love you”
Ricky moaned while he smiled “I know.”
Sweat flew from both bodies as Gyuvin went in and out. Their faces flushed shades of pink and red. The bed creaked.“I’m—nghh, close” Gyuvin responded “M-Me too!” The speed of the thrusts increased and Ricky clenched as he came with a moan. Gyuvin followed suit and came with him.
Exhausted, they flopped on the bed next to each other. Ricky pushed Gyuvin away from his attempts at cuddling. “Stop Gyuvin, it’s too hot and you reek of sweat” Gyuvin responded with “You know i love you” Ricky closed his eyes and smiled “I know”. “Plus you stink too!” Gyuvin added, earning a weak hit to his face as Ricky chuckled.
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Curtains from their floor-to-ceiling windows filtered the Sun's rays, illuminating the room within. Traces of last night still remained around. Clothes scattered around the floor, the half-used box of condoms sitting on the nightstand alongside the bottle of lube.
Ricky was already up, looking out the windows while smoking a cigarette as Gyuvin's phone was ringing non-stop. It was his manager, probably about to scold him for leaving yesterday without telling anyone.
The blonde poked his ass with the cig he was smoking. Gyuvin winced in pain, a lazy hand flopped to Ricky's thigh in an attempt to hit him.
''What is it?" Gyuvin propped himself up on one arm, fluffing his messy hair and rubbing his eyes.
Ricky tilted his head to Gyuvin’s phone.
Gyuvin responded with a quick “Mmh.”. He grabbed his phone, flopping onto his back, picking up the call. Ricky paid little attention to Gyuvin’s phone call, roughly hearing his manager yelling. He focused his attention back to the windows, looking out at nothing while he waited for Gyuvin’s phone call to end.
A pair of hands landed around his waist, snapping him back into reality.
“What’cha lookin’ at?” Gyuvin asked, a wide grin growing on his face. Ricky responded with a light chuckle “Nothing much, go wash up. You’ve got a photoshoot at 9.” Gyuvin pouted a little before he got up and strided to the bathroom, leaving Ricky in the silence of their quiet room.
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The rest of their day passes in a blur. Ricky's rinse and repeat of endless sketching, occasionally getting up for a bathroom break of cup of water as Gyuvin gets driven around for photoshoots and interviews.
Before long, the night comes around.
The couple settled in the living room of their shared penthouse. Ricky settled on the couch with his knees to his chest while Gyuvin leaned his back against the side of Ricky, spreading his legs across the couch.
Ricky was giving his attention to some drama, a historical fantasy romance one. Though he could see Gyuvin’s expression souring in the corner of his eye.
“You okay?” He asked, tilting his head towards Gyuvin.
‘"What is this?" Gyuvin pointed the phone towards him. It was a post about Ricky, a post that was claiming Ricky's designs were all plagiarized.
Ricky stared at it for a moment, a deadpan expression growing on his face. "Bullshit," he replied calmly, attention panning back to the TV.
“What do you mean ‘bullshit’...” Gyuvin's face twisted in disbelief. “THAT’S IT?! THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GONNA SAY!”
"What else am I supposed to say Gyuvin!? Say that I plagiarized someone even though I didn't? Kim Gyuvin, have you ever seen my designs anywhere else? "
He thought for a moment. Ricky was correct, he never saw it anywhere else than on himself, other models and in his sketchbooks. A slow, grunting sigh escaped Gyuvin, "Either way, even if you didn't plagiarize anyone, I still can't be seen with you can I?"
Understandable, that post would likely go viral and everyone would believe it, with proof or not, and when that happens, they'll drag Ricky down. If Gyuvin is seen with him, he’d most likely be dragged down as well.
"So? Are you planning to leave me? We both know your heart can’t bear that and you’ll come crawling back sooner or later!" He was correct, Gyuvin loved him too much to actually leave Ricky. He'd come crawling back soon enough.
Gyuvin sucked in air through his teeth, followed by aggressive nodding. His long legs strode him over to the door, drumming his fingers on the frame. He nodded once and tapped his foot on the floor. He tossed his head back to look at Ricky. "You're right. I'll come crawling back soon, though for now, I'll be out."
“Hey W-Wait-!” With that, the door shut with a harsh slam, leaving Ricky breathless in the dim lights and air conditioning set too cold of the living room, the sounds of the drama unable to fill in the drowning silence and lack of Gyuvin's presence.