anonnikulaphon

[anonnikulaphon]

[ "i heard things about you... something about losing your virginity and getting caught while you were going at it when you were like, a teenager. that must've been embarassing..." (suri, blame suri...) ]

[ Anon answers a reporter who shoved a microphone in his face as he is exiting his building to visit P'Red. There are many reporters today, more than usual, shouting personal questions and making nasty comments... ]

"Whatever you've heard is wrong," Anon says to them firmly. "Clearly, someone is trying to spread rumours about me and you're all falling for it. I don't know where you've gotten this information from, but I can assure you that whatever you're talking about did not happen."

[anonnikulaphon]

ask me anything

"i mean it. you can ask me anything - doesn't mean i'll answer. but you can try." - anon

[anonnikulaphon]

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The clicking of Red's camera filled Anon's ears as the man continued to touch is firm and hot length from inside of his underwear, delicate fingers teasing the sensitive and taut flesh. His breathing had becoming a little more shallow, his exhales comprising of soft moans. He felt the bed dip and shift as Red knelt on the mattress, his camera in front of his face as he focussed the lens on where Anon was teasing himself. He was told to get comfortable but could hardly move with how in the moment he was, until Red helped lay him down with his legs spread wide. It was better like this, on his back, and he arched his hips upward so that he could press his length into his palm. He moaned a little louder as he squeezed his hot cock, feeling it bead with precum at the tip, which he swiped with his thumb.

"Pull your legs to your body, that's right… Keep them open for me babe."

Anon didn't think he'd ever get tired of being called 'babe' by Red, the term of affection paired with his own hand stimulating him causing the heir to shudder where he lay. He followed the other's instruction, drawing his legs up to his body, bending them at the knee and keeping them spread apart for Red to continue taking lewd and dirty photos. He couldn't see for himself, but he was sure it was quite a sight for Red - Anon's hand in his lacy black underwear, barely concealed because of the pattern, playing with his cock. This was for Red's eyes only - would only ever be for Red's eyes only, if Anon's plan worked at the other realised his feelings. Red could have this every day...

"P'Red," Anon sighed happily, starting to sway his hips up and down. "F-feels good, Phi..." Would feel even better if Red touched him, Anon was thinking to himself, but he didn't even get a chance to say it before he felt his fiancée's hand cover his own momentarily before caressing the skin of his legs. It had Anon jerking a little, but the touch was welcome, causing the heir to shudder with delight.

"Turn over. Let me see your ass. Keep touching yourself... Let me know how good it feels. Ass up, on your knees..."

Red's tone of voice became deeper and more commanding, in a way that Anon had only heard a handful of times yet absolutely loved. His fiancée helped him switch over so that he was on his hands and knees, with Anon's hand still in his underwear. The change in position exposed the diagonal cuts of the fabric along his ass, his hole obscured by the lace but still visible. Anon's hand reached down, swiping passed his balls and his perineum to tease his quivering hole for the camera, still beneath the lace, teasingly rubbing the furl with his finger for Red to take his photos of before once again jerking himself off slowly with a loud moan. "Fuck... P'Red..." Anon breathed, ass arched upward for his fiancée to see. "So hot... you watching me... So hot..." The attention did something to Anon, having his fiancée's gaze solely focussed on him, being the object of his affection in front of the camera; it delighted him, spurring him on to moan even louder, to sway his hips with more force as he stroked himself more quickly now. He didn't see it, but felt when Red's hands were once again on him, cupping his heavily hanging sacs through his underwear. Anon jerked upward before pressing his lower half down into Red's touch, feeling the other move aside some of the fabric to fondle his balls with his bare hand. They tightened under his hold, setting his lower half aflame, making Anon stroke himself even faster now.

"Don't make yourself cum, yet."

"A-ah, Phi..." Anon whined, letting the feeling of pleasure and heat wash over him as he squeezed his dick to deny himself of the impending orgasm. His breath was shaky and the tip of his cock was beginning to soak the front of his panties, throbbing the closer it was to the release that Red was ordering him not to have just yet.

"Do you enjoy toys? Did I use them on you?"

Another question about their fabricated life together, one that Red thought they had before his accident, one that Anon was trying to weave into a believable story. Even through his clouded mind he knew he shouldn't lie to the other anymore - but would it even be believable? Red might not know Anon but he knew himself. He knew if he'd be the kind to play with his partner using toys or not - and Anon was aware of that fact too. So he... embellished. Just a little, in his answer...

"Y-yeah, Phi," Anon said, craning his neck to look up at the man, a seductive look on his face. "G-got a lot of toys... at home... y-you can use them on me..." Anon squeezed his dick, images of Red in his bed filling his mind. All of his toys were close at hand, in his bedroom. Right beside his bed. Different sizes, lengths, functions... Red could have his pick of any of them. The idea had his cock throbbing even more intensely now.

"Turn around and rest your back there... Get comfortable. Don't stop playing with yourself... Tell me how good it feels.... It's just us here... No one's gonna hear or mind how loud you get."

Getting up on shaky knees, Anon did as the other told, resting against the headboard with a huff, spreading his legs wide apart so that the other could take his pictures of how his hand worked his cock. Anon reached for the hem of his shirt with his free hand - Red's shirt - lifting it up, exposing his flat stomach and chest for the camera. The head of his cock peaked out from the top of his underwear, disappearing inside the fabric and reappearing out of it whenever he jerked off, smearing the top of his crotch and the inside of the lace with translucent liquid. He moaned loudly as his thumb teased the slit at the head of his dick, rolling it in circles and stimulating him further before he continued fucking into his slick palm. "Fuck, fuck-!" Anon cursed, his head lolling back on the board and his eyes sliding shut as he focussed on the heat spreading through him. His free hand slipped in beneath his shirt and he flicked one of his nipples with his fingers a few times, the sensitive bud hardening quickly. Then he pinched it, letting out a drawn-out cry at the light dab of pain that blended in so well with the pleasurable actions of jerking himself off.

He was beyond getting wet, his dick leaking heavily pre-release. The continued snapping of the camera and the grunting of Red who watched his fill only served to contribute to Anon's enjoyment. Sliding his eyes open halfway, Anon glanced at his fiancée, wanting to see the effect he had on him. He was falling apart under Red's command and instructions - would Red fall for him too? Watching him? Hearing him moan his name?

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Y-yes, phi," Anon moaned, his pace quickening as he slid his finger to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Beneath him, Anon's hands travelled down to his twitching hole, and he pressed in lightly with his finger just enough to stretch it open. "W-wanna cum for you phi... want you to see me... what you do to me..." His breathing became faster, laboured, head tapping the back of the board once more as his mind became clouded. "P'Red... P-P'Red... w-wanna cum... A-ah..."

Anon didn't mean to make things more difficult for Red, especially since the other's uncertainty about their relationship was once again resurfacing, apparent on the other's face. Red looked hesitant, as if he knew what he wanted but wasn't sure how to say it. Anon wasn't going to pressure him, not when he was in a state like this. Vaguely, P'Dan's words of Anon 'taking advantage' over Red because of his amnesic state popped into the heir's mind, once again reminding him that he should try to put a stop to all of this.

Though... how could he? When Red - despite his hesitation due to memory loss - was telling him what he would like Anon to do? When he was nuzzling him close, his warmth spreading through Anon's entire being as he asked him questions about how he touched himself. Resisting was impossible - though Anon didn't want to resist in the first place.

"I wouldn't do anything you don't wanna do, but - having your hand inside your underwear is so hot… Do you like touching yourself when you're alone?"

Oh, this is the kind of conversation Anon knew he should be shutting down. He shouldn't answer, get Red's hopes up, because this wasn't his Red - but this kind of attention... Anon hadn't received it from Red in so long... and it felt so nice to feel wanted by the man...

"I do," Anon's mouth worked faster than his brain as he mumbled an answer to Red's question. "I touch myself a lot." Anon shifted so that he was back down in his original position, sitting on his legs with is knees spread apart, conscious of the camera that his fiancée still held in his hand.

"Have you touched yourself in front of me?"

Anon remembered the elevator, the only time he and Red had committed such sexual acts. He moved his hand, positioning on his own chest, slowly slithering it down his body - down Red's shirt, that he was wearing. "Mmm..." He hummed in answer, his fingers cupping the front of his lacy underwear. "I have... you told me what to do... felt so good touching myself with you watching me..."

Anon knew he was getting carried away, but he wasn't the only one. Red's breathing was audible as he leaned forward, licking his lips before kissing Anon on the cheek.

"Show me how you do it… Make me remember. I wanna see how pretty you look when you're turned on. I wanna remember what turns you on… Tell me what turns you on…"

Anon twisted his head, giving Red a kiss in kind, gently, on his lips. "You want to see me, P'Red?" Anon said softly, the warmth in his belly from earlier returning. He squeezed his length from outside of his underwear, the fingers of his free hand peeling away the shirt so that Red could see him. "I like when you tell me what to do..." Anon whispered. "How fast or slow I should go... what I can and can't do... when I can cum..." Anon's hand slipped inside his underwear where his hot length was, and he squeezed the flesh without any fabric hindering him. He let out a soft moan as he did, palming himself freely now.

[anonnikulaphon]

which ao3 tag are you?

fix-it

you don't have time for this 'making your barbies kiss' bullshit; the world is fucked, and you're here to do something about it! (the thing you're doing about it is making your barbies kiss)

[anonnikulaphon]

the innocence test

Wild Child (41)

you are the happy medium - you checked both yes and no on this list, but you definitely know how to have fun. we can't wait to see where you'll be in a few years ;)

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon didn't mean to make things more difficult for Red, especially since the other's uncertainty about their relationship was once again resurfacing, apparent on the other's face. Red looked hesitant, as if he knew what he wanted but wasn't sure how to say it. Anon wasn't going to pressure him, not when he was in a state like this. Vaguely, P'Dan's words of Anon 'taking advantage' over Red because of his amnesic state popped into the heir's mind, once again reminding him that he should try to put a stop to all of this.

Though... how could he? When Red - despite his hesitation due to memory loss - was telling him what he would like Anon to do? When he was nuzzling him close, his warmth spreading through Anon's entire being as he asked him questions about how he touched himself. Resisting was impossible - though Anon didn't want to resist in the first place.

"I wouldn't do anything you don't wanna do, but - having your hand inside your underwear is so hot… Do you like touching yourself when you're alone?"

Oh, this is the kind of conversation Anon knew he should be shutting down. He shouldn't answer, get Red's hopes up, because this wasn't his Red - but this kind of attention... Anon hadn't received it from Red in so long... and it felt so nice to feel wanted by the man...

"I do," Anon's mouth worked faster than his brain as he mumbled an answer to Red's question. "I touch myself a lot." Anon shifted so that he was back down in his original position, sitting on his legs with is knees spread apart, conscious of the camera that his fiancée still held in his hand.

"Have you touched yourself in front of me?"

Anon remembered the elevator, the only time he and Red had committed such sexual acts. He moved his hand, positioning on his own chest, slowly slithering it down his body - down Red's shirt, that he was wearing. "Mmm..." He hummed in answer, his fingers cupping the front of his lacy underwear. "I have... you told me what to do... felt so good touching myself with you watching me..."

Anon knew he was getting carried away, but he wasn't the only one. Red's breathing was audible as he leaned forward, licking his lips before kissing Anon on the cheek.

"Show me how you do it… Make me remember. I wanna see how pretty you look when you're turned on. I wanna remember what turns you on… Tell me what turns you on…"

Anon twisted his head, giving Red a kiss in kind, gently, on his lips. "You want to see me, P'Red?" Anon said softly, the warmth in his belly from earlier returning. He squeezed his length from outside of his underwear, the fingers of his free hand peeling away the shirt so that Red could see him. "I like when you tell me what to do..." Anon whispered. "How fast or slow I should go... what I can and can't do... when I can cum..." Anon's hand slipped inside his underwear where his hot length was, and he squeezed the flesh without any fabric hindering him. He let out a soft moan as he did, palming himself freely now.

Anon shifted a where he was seated on his knees, but not because he felt uncomfortable or in pain - it was because it felt good, sitting here with his hand in his underwear while his fiancée watched him intently while taking photos. He was just worried that this would be too much for Red. The man was mostly recovered from the accident, except for his memory, and Anon knew he was already taking advantage of the other's state - should he really be moaning his name and egging him on like this? Making it worse?

And this Red was just... he was so caring. Asking him if he was okay, if he was tired, pulling his shirt out of his mouth and offering to stop if Anon wanted. He was so wonderful and sweet - it made it hard for him not to feel so turned on, his cock throbbing beneath his palm at the attention and affection.

"I'm alright," Anon assured his fiancée, swallowing thickly. "It just..." It feels good, Anon wanted to say. He wanted more, but wasn't sure - he had promised P'Dan that he was going to try and stop what he was doing to Red, and that would include this but... it was so hard not to want...

Anon felt Red's hand travel down his arm, to where his own was still inside his underwear, while the other got close to him. The heir inhaled, loving the scent of his fiancée. It was all over the shirt Anon wore, but having it so close to him now was even better. Red asked him if he wanted to keep touching himself, that he wanted to see how he looked - and then his expression changed and Anon felt that stomach-churning guilt he had been trying to forget. Once again he was reminded that he had an advantage over Red.

Pulling his hand out of his underwear slowly - letting out a little shiver at the sensation he couldn't avoid - Anon turned to his fiancée, who was nuzzling his face.

"P'Red," Anon said softly, reaching up to cup his cheeks. "We have slept together before and I have nothing to hide from you," He told him, hesitating a little before speaking again. "I just want you to be okay with this. If you're worried because of your memories, we don't have to do anything. If you want to see more... you can. You always can."

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon shifted a where he was seated on his knees, but not because he felt uncomfortable or in pain - it was because it felt good, sitting here with his hand in his underwear while his fiancée watched him intently while taking photos. He was just worried that this would be too much for Red. The man was mostly recovered from the accident, except for his memory, and Anon knew he was already taking advantage of the other's state - should he really be moaning his name and egging him on like this? Making it worse?

And this Red was just... he was so caring. Asking him if he was okay, if he was tired, pulling his shirt out of his mouth and offering to stop if Anon wanted. He was so wonderful and sweet - it made it hard for him not to feel so turned on, his cock throbbing beneath his palm at the attention and affection.

"I'm alright," Anon assured his fiancée, swallowing thickly. "It just..." It feels good, Anon wanted to say. He wanted more, but wasn't sure - he had promised P'Dan that he was going to try and stop what he was doing to Red, and that would include this but... it was so hard not to want...

Anon felt Red's hand travel down his arm, to where his own was still inside his underwear, while the other got close to him. The heir inhaled, loving the scent of his fiancée. It was all over the shirt Anon wore, but having it so close to him now was even better. Red asked him if he wanted to keep touching himself, that he wanted to see how he looked - and then his expression changed and Anon felt that stomach-churning guilt he had been trying to forget. Once again he was reminded that he had an advantage over Red.

Pulling his hand out of his underwear slowly - letting out a little shiver at the sensation he couldn't avoid - Anon turned to his fiancée, who was nuzzling his face.

"P'Red," Anon said softly, reaching up to cup his cheeks. "We have slept together before and I have nothing to hide from you," He told him, hesitating a little before speaking again. "I just want you to be okay with this. If you're worried because of your memories, we don't have to do anything. If you want to see more... you can. You always can."

Anon relished in the way Red was starting at him, so intently, as if he couldn't get enough of how he looked. It was attention he had been seeking from him for years, eyes on him now and not one anyone else. He felt confident in his body as he held his shirt up so Red could inspect him, letting him get his fill, satisfied when a smirk appeared on his fiancée's face.

Red asked him to hold his pose after complimenting his underwear and Anon obliged, spreading his knees a little wider. The lace at the front hardly covered his length, his member decorated in the criss-cross patterns that would make for a pretty picture. Anon smiled for the camera, feeling the way his heart beat faster in his chest, when his fiancée said that red would look better on his skin. Anon was delighted at the response. Red looked good with him, too. With him. Next to him. On him. If anything Anon said was held against him, he'd say Red's name over and over again.

"Bring the shirt to your mouth… Hold the hem with your teeth. That's right… Can you hold still like that for me?"

Anon decided he liked hearing Red in his element, following his instructions without breaking his gaze. He hitched his shirt - Red's shirt - up higher, placing the bottom of it between his teeth before placing both of his hands on the bed beside him so that Red could take a few more photos. His back arched slightly so that his chest was curved upward, the perfect position to show off his underwear to the camera.

"Your right hand, place it on your stomach... Downwards... That's sexy."

Anon shivered, loving the attention, almost compelled into following every word. He brought his hand up back to his stomach, pausing his actions for a moment to allow Red to take photos of him before slithering it down his body. His thighs tensed as he got lower, his fingers stopping when he reached the band of his lingerie. Red asked him how he felt and Anon thought for a moment before answering, his words a little muffled from the fabric he held in his teeth.

"I feel good," He said. "I feel... sexy..." Admitting that surprised Anon, honestly. He was used to cameras, having his photo taken - but not like this. Not in such an intimate setting, where he felt so open and exposed - but in the best way possible. In front of Red, whose gaze he had wanted for years, it was everything Anon could have wanted. The only thing that would make it more perfect was if it was his Red staring at him with desire, not the one he had created with his lies.

Anon supposed there was a downside to his deception after all...

Then Red was giving him more instructions, for Anon to stick his hand inside his underwear. Anon swore that Red's voice became lower, more demanding, barely controlling the desire within. It was so hot. Anon didn't realise how fun it would be to tease Red, even if that hadn't been his intention when coming to the studio. Red had been the one to get him onto the bed, with only a shirt on. Red had been the one to ask to see his underwear. And now Red wanted Anon to go even further.

Anon bit on the hem of his shirt harder as the tips of his fingers slunk into the band of his underwear, the little bow on the front protruding with the movement. He slowly, sensually, slid his hand down his stiffening length, a puff of strained air escaping through his nose and a small, short noise emitting from his throat at the contact. From behind the lace, Anon's ring was still sparkling, while his palm and fingers covered his cock.

"Just like that… Don't move…"

Anon didn't know how he remained still for as long as he did, his hand resting on his cock while Red continued to snap his photos. Just the feel of himself in hand had him breathing a little heavier, his toes curling and uncurling while he angled his hips upward, pressing his member into his palm. "P'Red..." Anon moaned softly, desperately trying not to squeeze himself and relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. He wished it was Red's hand, but the other still had it on the button of his camera, the clicks as shots were taken seeming to be even louder now. It was getting harder to hold that position, with his body visibly trembling now, from the vibrating energy within.

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon relished in the way Red was starting at him, so intently, as if he couldn't get enough of how he looked. It was attention he had been seeking from him for years, eyes on him now and not one anyone else. He felt confident in his body as he held his shirt up so Red could inspect him, letting him get his fill, satisfied when a smirk appeared on his fiancée's face.

Red asked him to hold his pose after complimenting his underwear and Anon obliged, spreading his knees a little wider. The lace at the front hardly covered his length, his member decorated in the criss-cross patterns that would make for a pretty picture. Anon smiled for the camera, feeling the way his heart beat faster in his chest, when his fiancée said that red would look better on his skin. Anon was delighted at the response. Red looked good with him, too. With him. Next to him. On him. If anything Anon said was held against him, he'd say Red's name over and over again.

"Bring the shirt to your mouth… Hold the hem with your teeth. That's right… Can you hold still like that for me?"

Anon decided he liked hearing Red in his element, following his instructions without breaking his gaze. He hitched his shirt - Red's shirt - up higher, placing the bottom of it between his teeth before placing both of his hands on the bed beside him so that Red could take a few more photos. His back arched slightly so that his chest was curved upward, the perfect position to show off his underwear to the camera.

"Your right hand, place it on your stomach... Downwards... That's sexy."

Anon shivered, loving the attention, almost compelled into following every word. He brought his hand up back to his stomach, pausing his actions for a moment to allow Red to take photos of him before slithering it down his body. His thighs tensed as he got lower, his fingers stopping when he reached the band of his lingerie. Red asked him how he felt and Anon thought for a moment before answering, his words a little muffled from the fabric he held in his teeth.

"I feel good," He said. "I feel... sexy..." Admitting that surprised Anon, honestly. He was used to cameras, having his photo taken - but not like this. Not in such an intimate setting, where he felt so open and exposed - but in the best way possible. In front of Red, whose gaze he had wanted for years, it was everything Anon could have wanted. The only thing that would make it more perfect was if it was his Red staring at him with desire, not the one he had created with his lies.

Anon supposed there was a downside to his deception after all...

Then Red was giving him more instructions, for Anon to stick his hand inside his underwear. Anon swore that Red's voice became lower, more demanding, barely controlling the desire within. It was so hot. Anon didn't realise how fun it would be to tease Red, even if that hadn't been his intention when coming to the studio. Red had been the one to get him onto the bed, with only a shirt on. Red had been the one to ask to see his underwear. And now Red wanted Anon to go even further.

Anon bit on the hem of his shirt harder as the tips of his fingers slunk into the band of his underwear, the little bow on the front protruding with the movement. He slowly, sensually, slid his hand down his stiffening length, a puff of strained air escaping through his nose and a small, short noise emitting from his throat at the contact. From behind the lace, Anon's ring was still sparkling, while his palm and fingers covered his cock.

"Just like that… Don't move…"

Anon didn't know how he remained still for as long as he did, his hand resting on his cock while Red continued to snap his photos. Just the feel of himself in hand had him breathing a little heavier, his toes curling and uncurling while he angled his hips upward, pressing his member into his palm. "P'Red..." Anon moaned softly, desperately trying not to squeeze himself and relieve some of the pressure he was feeling. He wished it was Red's hand, but the other still had it on the button of his camera, the clicks as shots were taken seeming to be even louder now. It was getting harder to hold that position, with his body visibly trembling now, from the vibrating energy within.

Anon hadn't meant anything by his earlier comment, usually to the point and blunt when he was with people he knew or trusted - actually, since when had Red become that person? Anon would be more conservative about the way he spoke to Red, picking his words carefully and deliberately, so that the other wouldn't be able to get one over him. He didn't realise how relaxed he felt with this version of Red, how comfortable. For a fleeting moment, it had his heart aching - he would lose this Red when the other regained his memories - but he didn't have time to dwell. Apparently, his words shifted something in the atmosphere, and the reaction it elicited from his fiancée had Anon looking up in his provocative position in curiosity.

"You mean to say I could see more but because you chose to be modest today, I only get to take a peek of some skin?"

Red had lowered his camera, and Anon could feel those eyes intently keeping watch on his body, drinking the exposed flesh with his gaze, fixated on his thighs. Anon swallowed, his fists tightening against the fabric hem of his shirt, which was pulled down so as not to reveal his underwear, since that's what he had been instructed to do before. But now, Red appeared as though he were changing his plan, stepping forward towards the bed, his voice lowering ever so slightly as he spoke again.

"Show me."

Anon's neck tilted upward, just a little, to the man who stood above him at the edge of the bed. Staring up at him like this, with the man fully dressed while Anon was half-naked on the bed, stirred something within the heir's chest. Then the commanding voice, telling him to show his underwear, that he'll make a decision as to whether Anon will wear them or not - it was everything Anon had dreamed of, with his Red, happening in front of him with a man who didn't remember him now.

I shouldn't allow this to continue, Anon thought to himself, reminded again about how this was only temporary.

But the look in Red's eyes, the interest... it made Anon feel wanted. This Red wore the same face as the old one and it... it was so easy to imagine that it was his Red looking down at him after all, making him feel like the object of his desire.

There was only a momentary second of hesitancy before Anon's lips curled up into a playful smile. "You want to see?" He asked softly, letting go of his shirt. He stayed in this position, legs tucked beneath but knees spread apart, while his now-free hands ran up his smooth thighs enticingly. "Why don't you guess the colour first?" Anon teased, reaching the bottom of his shirt.

Slowly, he curled his fingers around the hem, lifting up the fabric inch by inch. He stopped when he reached the outline of the underwear's cut, revealing only a sliver of the lacy trim and style. "They're designer," Anon said, continuing to lift up the shirt until the rest of his underwear was exposed. Of course they were designed. Anon hadn't worn anything unbranded in his life, and that included intimates. The ones he wore now were black, completely lace, with the diagonally cut at the back - which Red couldn't see at the moment - only covering half off his ass. "I have them in white, too. With little bows, and a matching garter," Anon leaned forward, keeping his shirt held up against his stomach so that Red could enjoy the view. "But I was saving them for the wedding night." He whispered, eyes twinkling. "I also... have red."

The double meaning was not lost on Anon, and he wondered if his fiancée picked up on it too. He had Red. Right where he wanted him. Even if it wasn't the one he fell in love with, it was Red.

[anonnikulaphon]

[ so... who was this friend you wanted to fuck? ]

[ Anon is talking to some acquaintances, who are curious about him when he agrees that it's normal to want to fuck a friend ]

"Hm, it was a long time ago. I barely remember him, if I'm being honest. But he was my friend, and we were pretty close at one point. I thought so, anyway. It doesn't matter. I've moved on."

Anon thinks back to when he was a teen, his family visiting and staying at the Sangchareon's, who were hosting them for a while. He remembers the way his heart flutters as he sees a certain boy, covered in dirt, after they've just taken a tumble in the ground together. He remembers how the other pouted when Anon demanded he play with him, not missing how he smiled when he thought that the heir had turned around and was no longer looking at him. He remembers the butterflies in his stomach, as they briefly breathed in the same air, time standing still for them...

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon hadn't meant anything by his earlier comment, usually to the point and blunt when he was with people he knew or trusted - actually, since when had Red become that person? Anon would be more conservative about the way he spoke to Red, picking his words carefully and deliberately, so that the other wouldn't be able to get one over him. He didn't realise how relaxed he felt with this version of Red, how comfortable. For a fleeting moment, it had his heart aching - he would lose this Red when the other regained his memories - but he didn't have time to dwell. Apparently, his words shifted something in the atmosphere, and the reaction it elicited from his fiancée had Anon looking up in his provocative position in curiosity.

"You mean to say I could see more but because you chose to be modest today, I only get to take a peek of some skin?"

Red had lowered his camera, and Anon could feel those eyes intently keeping watch on his body, drinking the exposed flesh with his gaze, fixated on his thighs. Anon swallowed, his fists tightening against the fabric hem of his shirt, which was pulled down so as not to reveal his underwear, since that's what he had been instructed to do before. But now, Red appeared as though he were changing his plan, stepping forward towards the bed, his voice lowering ever so slightly as he spoke again.

"Show me."

Anon's neck tilted upward, just a little, to the man who stood above him at the edge of the bed. Staring up at him like this, with the man fully dressed while Anon was half-naked on the bed, stirred something within the heir's chest. Then the commanding voice, telling him to show his underwear, that he'll make a decision as to whether Anon will wear them or not - it was everything Anon had dreamed of, with his Red, happening in front of him with a man who didn't remember him now.

I shouldn't allow this to continue, Anon thought to himself, reminded again about how this was only temporary.

But the look in Red's eyes, the interest... it made Anon feel wanted. This Red wore the same face as the old one and it... it was so easy to imagine that it was his Red looking down at him after all, making him feel like the object of his desire.

There was only a momentary second of hesitancy before Anon's lips curled up into a playful smile. "You want to see?" He asked softly, letting go of his shirt. He stayed in this position, legs tucked beneath but knees spread apart, while his now-free hands ran up his smooth thighs enticingly. "Why don't you guess the colour first?" Anon teased, reaching the bottom of his shirt.

Slowly, he curled his fingers around the hem, lifting up the fabric inch by inch. He stopped when he reached the outline of the underwear's cut, revealing only a sliver of the lacy trim and style. "They're designer," Anon said, continuing to lift up the shirt until the rest of his underwear was exposed. Of course they were designed. Anon hadn't worn anything unbranded in his life, and that included intimates. The ones he wore now were black, completely lace, with the diagonally cut at the back - which Red couldn't see at the moment - only covering half off his ass. "I have them in white, too. With little bows, and a matching garter," Anon leaned forward, keeping his shirt held up against his stomach so that Red could enjoy the view. "But I was saving them for the wedding night." He whispered, eyes twinkling. "I also... have red."

The double meaning was not lost on Anon, and he wondered if his fiancée picked up on it too. He had Red. Right where he wanted him. Even if it wasn't the one he fell in love with, it was Red.

Anon stayed in position as Red continued to take photographs of him, getting closer to the bed at certain points to capture various angles of Anon's body. The heir swallowed, his throat bobbing once, as he breathed in evenly. His heart was beating so fast, having not expected how... intimate, these photo session was, with just himself and Red in the room. It was like Anon had never been in front of a camera before and he wondered if he looked awkward or wrong - but the way Red was smirking his way reassured him that he was doing the right thing, in their photoshoot.

He lifted up his shirt higher, at Red's instruction, exposing more of his upper thigh. A light blush dusted his cheeks when his fiancée said he had nice thighs. You can touch them, Anon wanted to say. You can put your hands wherever you like, P'Red.

It was getting a little warm in the room, though Anon suspected it was because of his own dirty thoughts. Red was concentrating on his photography, and seeing him at work made him all the more attractive to Anon. He remembered when they were younger, when Red had his first camera, how excited he was to take photos - he expressed interest in this craft many years ago, yet only now was inviting Anon to be a part of that. It made the moment feel even more special. Anon couldn't break it, by revealing to Red all his depraved thoughts, about what he wanted to do to the man in front of him.

Anon adjusted his position, sitting under his folded legs with his knees pressed together in front of him. Red instructed him to spread them a little so he did, inch by inch until they were wide enough to the way Red wanted.

"Don't worry, I can't see anything under your shirt... You're still wearing your underwear? Keep them on..."

Anon glanced down. The bottom of his shirt was covering his crotch, which would have been fully exposed to the camera in this seated position had he not had any fabric protecting it. He allowed Red to move his hand so that it was in-between his thigh, quietly following along with whatever the expert wanted. It was a very cute pose - though with the way Anon was dressed, it felt more seductive than anything.

"Are you alright? Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah, P'Red, I'm fine like this," Anon told him, glancing up at his fiancée. "You're lucky I'm wearing underwear today," he mumbled, not thinking much of the comment, saying it as part of conversation more than anything. "I don't always do that, you know."

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Anon stayed in position as Red continued to take photographs of him, getting closer to the bed at certain points to capture various angles of Anon's body. The heir swallowed, his throat bobbing once, as he breathed in evenly. His heart was beating so fast, having not expected how... intimate, these photo session was, with just himself and Red in the room. It was like Anon had never been in front of a camera before and he wondered if he looked awkward or wrong - but the way Red was smirking his way reassured him that he was doing the right thing, in their photoshoot.

He lifted up his shirt higher, at Red's instruction, exposing more of his upper thigh. A light blush dusted his cheeks when his fiancée said he had nice thighs. You can touch them, Anon wanted to say. You can put your hands wherever you like, P'Red.

It was getting a little warm in the room, though Anon suspected it was because of his own dirty thoughts. Red was concentrating on his photography, and seeing him at work made him all the more attractive to Anon. He remembered when they were younger, when Red had his first camera, how excited he was to take photos - he expressed interest in this craft many years ago, yet only now was inviting Anon to be a part of that. It made the moment feel even more special. Anon couldn't break it, by revealing to Red all his depraved thoughts, about what he wanted to do to the man in front of him.

Anon adjusted his position, sitting under his folded legs with his knees pressed together in front of him. Red instructed him to spread them a little so he did, inch by inch until they were wide enough to the way Red wanted.

"Don't worry, I can't see anything under your shirt... You're still wearing your underwear? Keep them on..."

Anon glanced down. The bottom of his shirt was covering his crotch, which would have been fully exposed to the camera in this seated position had he not had any fabric protecting it. He allowed Red to move his hand so that it was in-between his thigh, quietly following along with whatever the expert wanted. It was a very cute pose - though with the way Anon was dressed, it felt more seductive than anything.

"Are you alright? Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah, P'Red, I'm fine like this," Anon told him, glancing up at his fiancée. "You're lucky I'm wearing underwear today," he mumbled, not thinking much of the comment, saying it as part of conversation more than anything. "I don't always do that, you know."

A little spark of electricity zapped up Anon's spine when his fiancée's playful tone transformed into a possessive one, one that the heir only heard a few times in his life. He liked it, when Red called him sexy, when he ordered him around, when he showed his desires - it made Anon want to tease him more, toe the line, see how far he could go before Red snapped with the need to take it further. They had only reached that point once before, in the elevator, after their car ride, and it had consumed Anon whole for so long.

When Red approached him, Anon followed his movements with his eyes, slight narrowed and cat-like as he waited with his arms now crossed in front of him. A pang of ugly jealousy coursed through him, when Red said he gives special treatments to the models he liked. Who were they? Anon wanted to find them, tell them to stay the hell away from Red, find a different photographer for their photoshoots and leave his fiancée alone - until Red said that Anon was the model he liked. Anon kissed the man back, satisfied with the answer, putting a stop to the negativity in his brain and filling his being instead with giddiness.

The real Red wouldn't say that to you, a nagging voice in Anon's head said, reminding him of his conversation with P'Dan. The real Red would tell you to fuck off out of his studio.

Anon pushed those thoughts away. There was... time, for him to make true on his promise to P'Dan to postpone the wedding. He would, but not now. Not when... not when he had the chance to just enjoy the magic moment a little bit longer...

Red pulled away, asking about trying out the set, taking Anon to where the lavish looking bed was. He was back to being playful, winking at Anon, hinting at giving him special treatment if he did a good job "modelling" for him. It was an interesting comment, one that had Anon smirking as he quickly picked up what the other was getting at. Red wanted to play? Anon was up for the challenge.

"I think," Anon hummed as he examined the bed. "I'll be able to impress you very much."

Anon only wore Red's shirt, his legs and feet were bare. He walked to the bed slowly, reaching the edge and twisted his head to look at Red behind him. "Khun Photographer, are you going to take a peek while I get on the bed?" He teased. He knew very well that if he bent over his entire ass would show - he was wearing underwear, but still. It was a nice view. Getting on the bed slowly, Anon placed one knee in front of his fiancée giving Red a little show by wiggling his ass before bringing his other leg up on the mattress and crawling to the centre. He finally twisted his body so that he was sitting down, one long leg extended, hands fisting into the hem of his shirt to keep it held down. The top of his thigh was exposed, right before his underwear was showing, with little goosebumps starting to prickle at his skin. "How do you want me?" Anon asked with a little smirk, making eye-contact with Red through the camera.

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Anon, at the photo-shoot...

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A little spark of electricity zapped up Anon's spine when his fiancée's playful tone transformed into a possessive one, one that the heir only heard a few times in his life. He liked it, when Red called him sexy, when he ordered him around, when he showed his desires - it made Anon want to tease him more, toe the line, see how far he could go before Red snapped with the need to take it further. They had only reached that point once before, in the elevator, after their car ride, and it had consumed Anon whole for so long.

When Red approached him, Anon followed his movements with his eyes, slight narrowed and cat-like as he waited with his arms now crossed in front of him. A pang of ugly jealousy coursed through him, when Red said he gives special treatments to the models he liked. Who were they? Anon wanted to find them, tell them to stay the hell away from Red, find a different photographer for their photoshoots and leave his fiancée alone - until Red said that Anon was the model he liked. Anon kissed the man back, satisfied with the answer, putting a stop to the negativity in his brain and filling his being instead with giddiness.

The real Red wouldn't say that to you, a nagging voice in Anon's head said, reminding him of his conversation with P'Dan. The real Red would tell you to fuck off out of his studio.

Anon pushed those thoughts away. There was... time, for him to make true on his promise to P'Dan to postpone the wedding. He would, but not now. Not when... not when he had the chance to just enjoy the magic moment a little bit longer...

Red pulled away, asking about trying out the set, taking Anon to where the lavish looking bed was. He was back to being playful, winking at Anon, hinting at giving him special treatment if he did a good job "modelling" for him. It was an interesting comment, one that had Anon smirking as he quickly picked up what the other was getting at. Red wanted to play? Anon was up for the challenge.

"I think," Anon hummed as he examined the bed. "I'll be able to impress you very much."

Anon only wore Red's shirt, his legs and feet were bare. He walked to the bed slowly, reaching the edge and twisted his head to look at Red behind him. "Khun Photographer, are you going to take a peek while I get on the bed?" He teased. He knew very well that if he bent over his entire ass would show - he was wearing underwear, but still. It was a nice view. Getting on the bed slowly, Anon placed one knee in front of his fiancée giving Red a little show by wiggling his ass before bringing his other leg up on the mattress and crawling to the centre. He finally twisted his body so that he was sitting down, one long leg extended, hands fisting into the hem of his shirt to keep it held down. The top of his thigh was exposed, right before his underwear was showing, with little goosebumps starting to prickle at his skin. "How do you want me?" Anon asked with a little smirk, making eye-contact with Red through the camera.

Anon didn't hear the camera stop working as he turned to leave, but paused when he heard Red call for him to stop walking. He turned to look behind him, chin on his shoulder while his back faced Red, seeing his fiancée standing there with his camera still in hand. The photographer brought up to his face so he could watch Anon through the viewfinder, snapping some more pictures while the heir stood in place. Red then asked him to turn around, so Anon obliged, his form and figure relaxed while he made direct eye contact with the camera, head tilted to the side.

"You look good in that shirt…"

"You should give me your clothes to wear more often," Anon said almost seductively, his eyes glimmering with mischief as a small smile tugged on the side of his lips. It might have been a few sizes too big, but Anon wouldn't mind wearing Red's clothes out in public, letting the world know that he was the only one who had that privilege.

Red frowned as he observed Anon's outfit - or lack thereof - before instructing him to lift the hem of his shirt upward. Anon's slender fingers slid down Red's shirt and gripped at the edge, his rings sparkling in view of the camera as he did so, stopping a few centimetres below where his underwear would be, exposing more of his long legs.

"You look like you're naked under your shirt. I said to get dressed not to seduce the photographer."

Anon rolled his eyes,. "P'Red, you asked me to take my pants off," he teased back, smiling playfully into the lens of his fiancée's camera. "And you stopped me from getting more. Is this how you treat all your models?" It was said in a teasing way, but Anon couldn't deny the way his heart throbbed with jealousy at the thought of his fiancée giving others the same treatment.

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Anon listened quietly to Dan, nodding along to what the other was saying, even though he felt incredibly weighted by both his actions and his expectations. He already accepted the hole he had dug himself into when it came to lying to Red about their relationship. He was fine with that, because he had hope that if Red's memories came back, he'd at the very least see that being with Anon wasn't bad. It could be good. They could be good together. Red just needed to see that. But going ahead with the wedding under that lie was different, and Anon could understand Dan's concerns. Actually, he agreed with them. After all, he cared so much about Red, even if Red didn't care about him. So at the very least, Anon could try to hold off on the wedding planning. He could think of excuses, he was sure of it. Of course, he also had to tell Red. And that wasn't going to be an easy conversation... "It's okay Phi," Anon told Dan, who apologised about this situation. "I care about P'Red too, even if it doesn't seem like it. I'll do what I can to postpone the wedding. And... I'll tell him too, okay? As soon as I can."

P'Dan left shortly after that, leaving Anon alone with his thoughts. The last words Dan had said to him, before he left, stuck to Anon like glue - this was not the Red that Anon had fallen in love with. And while he loved this Red too, it was the old Red who held Anon's heart. The feisty Red, the one who he had to work to win over, the one who he grew up with. That Red was the one Anon wanted to marry. Because P'Dan was right. This Red wasn't real. And he wasn't going to last forever.

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Anon felt his mouth go dry when Dan said those final words, figuring out the heir's true feelings about Red, ones he had never spoken aloud before and tried to hide from everyone. The older was right about what Anon was doing and right about why Anon had been so insistent that of the Sangchareon brothers Red was the one he wanted to marry. "You can't tell him," Anon whispered. "He can't know my feelings. I mean - this version of Red knows, but if Red regains his memories - he can't know..." The thought of Red finding out that Anon had lied to him was less scary that Red knowing that Anon loved him. P'Boon had once told Anon that it wasn't love, it was more like obsession, a problem - but it all blended into one for Anon. Whatever he felt was strong, and he was going to follow those feelings. But, P'Dan had made so many good points, reminding Anon about the guilt he felt, since he already suspected that he was the reason Red lost his memories in the first place. The doctor said Red must have experienced something traumatic right before the accident - and going venue viewing and kissing his enemy would definitely do the trick. Now, hearing P'Dan say that the least he can do is to stop the wedding - Anon wanted to listen, to somehow make it up to the Phi he respected, and the Phi he was currently manipulating into loving him. "Okay, P'Dan," Anon nodded, mind made up. "I'll do what I can to postpone the wedding. I'll tell P'Red... I'll make up something." Anon made eye-contact with P'Dan, a hint of desperation in his gaze. "Please, if he gets his memories back - don't tell him. I can't... If he laughs at me again for confessing... if he hurts me again..." Anon couldn't finish his sentence, shaking his head, not wanting to even think about it.

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Anon didn't hear the camera stop working as he turned to leave, but paused when he heard Red call for him to stop walking. He turned to look behind him, chin on his shoulder while his back faced Red, seeing his fiancée standing there with his camera still in hand. The photographer brought up to his face so he could watch Anon through the viewfinder, snapping some more pictures while the heir stood in place. Red then asked him to turn around, so Anon obliged, his form and figure relaxed while he made direct eye contact with the camera, head tilted to the side.

"You look good in that shirt…"

"You should give me your clothes to wear more often," Anon said almost seductively, his eyes glimmering with mischief as a small smile tugged on the side of his lips. It might have been a few sizes too big, but Anon wouldn't mind wearing Red's clothes out in public, letting the world know that he was the only one who had that privilege.

Red frowned as he observed Anon's outfit - or lack thereof - before instructing him to lift the hem of his shirt upward. Anon's slender fingers slid down Red's shirt and gripped at the edge, his rings sparkling in view of the camera as he did so, stopping a few centimetres below where his underwear would be, exposing more of his long legs.

"You look like you're naked under your shirt. I said to get dressed not to seduce the photographer."

Anon rolled his eyes,. "P'Red, you asked me to take my pants off," he teased back, smiling playfully into the lens of his fiancée's camera. "And you stopped me from getting more. Is this how you treat all your models?" It was said in a teasing way, but Anon couldn't deny the way his heart throbbed with jealousy at the thought of his fiancée giving others the same treatment.

Anon glanced at Red shyly, waiting for the other's reaction in seeing him wearing his clothes. Anon had been in designer outfits most of the time he had seen Red - the other would be used to it. But this would be different, it was the first time Anon was wearing clothes that belonged to Red.

Red chuckled when he realised that Anon was wearing his work clothes, causing the heir to pout a little at his fiancée, who approached to swipe at the hem of his shirt.

"They smell like you, though..." Anon said in response to Red's comment about them not being clean, standing in place as the other took photographs of him. Anon felt that it was fitting he'd take his first photo-shoot with the other while wearing his outfit, even if the shirt and pants combo was way too big for him. The pants were riding low on his hips, but Anon figured he'd just be standing around anyway so they wouldn't fall off completely.

"The pants look a bit off…"

Anon glanced down to inspect his outfit, hearing Red joke about losing them as the shutter of the camera continued to go off. Hm... his fiance was right. The shirt he could work with but the pants - probably not. He could find something else better suited and better fitted to wear with Red's shirt.

Since there were only the two of them there, Anon undid the button and let Red's pants fall to the floor, exposing his milky skin and slender legs. Red's shirt was big on him, the hem resting on his thighs, so he'd probably need something tight to wear to contrast with that. "I'll find something else to wear P'Red," Anon told him, stepping out of the pants and turning to go back into the change room...

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Anon glanced at Red shyly, waiting for the other's reaction in seeing him wearing his clothes. Anon had been in designer outfits most of the time he had seen Red - the other would be used to it. But this would be different, it was the first time Anon was wearing clothes that belonged to Red.

Red chuckled when he realised that Anon was wearing his work clothes, causing the heir to pout a little at his fiancée, who approached to swipe at the hem of his shirt.

"They smell like you, though..." Anon said in response to Red's comment about them not being clean, standing in place as the other took photographs of him. Anon felt that it was fitting he'd take his first photo-shoot with the other while wearing his outfit, even if the shirt and pants combo was way too big for him. The pants were riding low on his hips, but Anon figured he'd just be standing around anyway so they wouldn't fall off completely.

"The pants look a bit off…"

Anon glanced down to inspect his outfit, hearing Red joke about losing them as the shutter of the camera continued to go off. Hm... his fiance was right. The shirt he could work with but the pants - probably not. He could find something else better suited and better fitted to wear with Red's shirt.

Since there were only the two of them there, Anon undid the button and let Red's pants fall to the floor, exposing his milky skin and slender legs. Red's shirt was big on him, the hem resting on his thighs, so he'd probably need something tight to wear to contrast with that. "I'll find something else to wear P'Red," Anon told him, stepping out of the pants and turning to go back into the change room...

Anon held his breath as his fiancée kissed his hands before delicately slid the ring up his slender finger. The band was the perfect size, the oval-shaped diamond glittering with the movement. Both of his ring fingers were owned by Red, just like the rest of him, body and soul, and Anon wouldn't have it any other way. The piece was beautiful, and Anon couldn't stop starring at it, even after it had been placed on his finger.

"P'Red, I love it," Anon replied softly to Red's question, eyes fluttering up to meet his fiancée's gaze. The other places Anon's hands on his chest, and Anon's palms flattened on that plain, feeling the soft thump of Red's heart against him. Anon tilted his head so that Red could kiss him, the lips pressing against his own sweet and tender, romantic in every sense of the word. Red then explained about how the jeweller worked for months on the ring, that he had changed his mind many times, that he wanted it to be perfect.

Anon paused, ever-so-slightly. Red had worked that hard on his ring? Before his accident? That didn't make sense. Red before the accident hated him, hated the wedding, hated everything about the planning. Whenever Red had to accompany Anon to venues or to meet planners and organisers, it had been by force or obligation, to keep up appearances so that the press wouldn't run wild with rumours. But hearing that despite his hatred, Red had taken the time to make a ring for Anon like this, had put in work and effort by what seemed to be his own accord... it had Anon's heart throbbing with emotion. Did Red... secretly love him? No, that couldn't be it. Was the ring... designed for someone else, maybe? No, no, Red didn't tie himself down to anyone. Anon had no idea what this meant, why it made him feel so emotional. There were so many questions he wanted to ask the man - but not the man in front of him. He needed to know, from the lips of the original Red, what this meant...

Those thoughts were pushed to the side when the Red in front of him kissed him again. It was so easy to forget everything, when Red's lips were against his, when their bodies were pressed together. Anon easily let his questions about the ring slip out of his mind, as he was kissed until breathless by his loving fiancée.

"I wanna take your pictures. It'd be fun... Maybe change in something new for me?"

Anon shuddered at the voice whispering in his ear. They were the only two people in the room, but the attention that Red gave Anon made it feel like they were the only two people in the universe. The other then pointed out that there were other pieces of clothing items in the room to change into, if he wanted to participate, if he was comfortable.

"Okay," Anon agreed with a nod, kissing Red again. God, he was addicted. It was hard to pull away, but somehow Anon managed, slipping out of Red's arms and towards the changing room. "I'll be right back."

Once in the changing room, Anon released a heavy breath, excited to be Red's model for the day. He hadn't done modelling before, despite being used to be being in front of a camera often, so wasn't sure if Red had anything special in mind.

Sifting through the clothing - some he recognised when he came here with P'Boon - Anon tried to pick out something he thought Red would like. He was running out of ideas until he spotted some clothes on the other side of the room, away from the glamour of the expensive designer outfits. Curiously, he walked to the pile, picking out a black shirt. The scent of it hit Anon immediately. It smells like P'Red... he thought, bringing it closer to make sure. Yeah, that was... that was his fiancée's scent, for sure. This was P'Red's shirt. It made sense that the other had his own clothes here - he spent a lot of time in his studio. And while his shirt was nowhere near as expensive as the designer outfits that were on the rack... it was the only thing Anon wanted to wear.

He started to strip, putting on P'Red's shirt and immediately feeling the comfort and warmth of being held the man's embrace. He smoothed out the front, the rings on his fingers sparkling with the motion as he closed his eyes, breathing in his fiancée's signature scent, allowing it to calm his nerves. He hoped P'Red would be okay with this. None of the designer outfits compared to Red's own closet.

He changed out of his pants too, picking out matching ones and slipping them up his slender legs. They were a bit loose around his hips, hanging low, but they weren't at risk of falling completely.

Satisfied with his P'Red inspired ensemble, Anon left the dressing room, back to where his fiancée was, outside. "Phi," Anon called to get his attention, a little shy that he was now in front of Red. He hoped the other was okay with him wearing his outfit. "I'm ready."

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Anon held his breath as his fiancée kissed his hands before delicately slid the ring up his slender finger. The band was the perfect size, the oval-shaped diamond glittering with the movement. Both of his ring fingers were owned by Red, just like the rest of him, body and soul, and Anon wouldn't have it any other way. The piece was beautiful, and Anon couldn't stop starring at it, even after it had been placed on his finger.

"P'Red, I love it," Anon replied softly to Red's question, eyes fluttering up to meet his fiancée's gaze. The other places Anon's hands on his chest, and Anon's palms flattened on that plain, feeling the soft thump of Red's heart against him. Anon tilted his head so that Red could kiss him, the lips pressing against his own sweet and tender, romantic in every sense of the word. Red then explained about how the jeweller worked for months on the ring, that he had changed his mind many times, that he wanted it to be perfect.

Anon paused, ever-so-slightly. Red had worked that hard on his ring? Before his accident? That didn't make sense. Red before the accident hated him, hated the wedding, hated everything about the planning. Whenever Red had to accompany Anon to venues or to meet planners and organisers, it had been by force or obligation, to keep up appearances so that the press wouldn't run wild with rumours. But hearing that despite his hatred, Red had taken the time to make a ring for Anon like this, had put in work and effort by what seemed to be his own accord... it had Anon's heart throbbing with emotion. Did Red... secretly love him? No, that couldn't be it. Was the ring... designed for someone else, maybe? No, no, Red didn't tie himself down to anyone. Anon had no idea what this meant, why it made him feel so emotional. There were so many questions he wanted to ask the man - but not the man in front of him. He needed to know, from the lips of the original Red, what this meant...

Those thoughts were pushed to the side when the Red in front of him kissed him again. It was so easy to forget everything, when Red's lips were against his, when their bodies were pressed together. Anon easily let his questions about the ring slip out of his mind, as he was kissed until breathless by his loving fiancée.

"I wanna take your pictures. It'd be fun... Maybe change in something new for me?"

Anon shuddered at the voice whispering in his ear. They were the only two people in the room, but the attention that Red gave Anon made it feel like they were the only two people in the universe. The other then pointed out that there were other pieces of clothing items in the room to change into, if he wanted to participate, if he was comfortable.

"Okay," Anon agreed with a nod, kissing Red again. God, he was addicted. It was hard to pull away, but somehow Anon managed, slipping out of Red's arms and towards the changing room. "I'll be right back."

Once in the changing room, Anon released a heavy breath, excited to be Red's model for the day. He hadn't done modelling before, despite being used to be being in front of a camera often, so wasn't sure if Red had anything special in mind.

Sifting through the clothing - some he recognised when he came here with P'Boon - Anon tried to pick out something he thought Red would like. He was running out of ideas until he spotted some clothes on the other side of the room, away from the glamour of the expensive designer outfits. Curiously, he walked to the pile, picking out a black shirt. The scent of it hit Anon immediately. It smells like P'Red... he thought, bringing it closer to make sure. Yeah, that was... that was his fiancée's scent, for sure. This was P'Red's shirt. It made sense that the other had his own clothes here - he spent a lot of time in his studio. And while his shirt was nowhere near as expensive as the designer outfits that were on the rack... it was the only thing Anon wanted to wear.

He started to strip, putting on P'Red's shirt and immediately feeling the comfort and warmth of being held the man's embrace. He smoothed out the front, the rings on his fingers sparkling with the motion as he closed his eyes, breathing in his fiancée's signature scent, allowing it to calm his nerves. He hoped P'Red would be okay with this. None of the designer outfits compared to Red's own closet.

He changed out of his pants too, picking out matching ones and slipping them up his slender legs. They were a bit loose around his hips, hanging low, but they weren't at risk of falling completely.

Satisfied with his P'Red inspired ensemble, Anon left the dressing room, back to where his fiancée was, outside. "Phi," Anon called to get his attention, a little shy that he was now in front of Red. He hoped the other was okay with him wearing his outfit. "I'm ready."

Anon fell a little quiet after his apology to Red. For the first time since he had been lying to Red about their relationship after his accident, the guilt was starting to grow, and he blamed it fully on P'Dan. He wasn't angry at the older man - he knew that Dan was looking out for his brother, like any loving sibling would. Anon wouldn't know. His siblings were significantly older than him, from a different mother. Even if they cared for one another, it was surface-level at best. They weren't close, didn't even grow up together for the most part, and Anon could never confide in them the way he had to P'Dan. So no, he wasn't angry that P'Dan was defending his brother and warning Anon of the path he was taking - but he hated the way it made him feel. He had been excited to spend his day with Red, and still was, but couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that pulled at his heart when he looked up at the other's face.

Sometimes, it felt like Red was looking at another person entirely. This Red was the same as the one before the accident - identical in looks and mannerisms. But this Red smiled at him, laughed with him, touched him, kissed him, loved him. He was everything Anon had dreamed about and he so badly wished he could ignore everything P'Dan had said to him so he could just enjoy what little time he had left with this Red before his memory caught up to him - but it was getting harder and harder to do that without feeling so empty inside.

But there was no turning back now. Anon was in too deep, had been expecting it, and was just waiting for the hole he'd dug to fill in and crush him until he couldn't breathe. Red was a ticking time bomb. A dormant volcano, waiting for the crack in the earth that would set his fury free.

Yet, Anon would continue his path. He knew this would hurt the both of him. He knew that they would both suffer. Anon didn't care, because they'd still be hurting together.

Plus, how could he even think of telling Red that the picture he had painted of their relationship was a lie, when his fiancée so very clearly loved him? It was in way he stepped forward to kiss Anon on the tip of his nose, apologising for thinking he had hurt Anon, not knowing that it was really the other way around. It was in the way he brushed his fingers against Anon's arm, the gesture so gentle and tender and full of care the other had never had for him before. It was in the way he smiled and said they were going to have fun, wiggling his eyebrows at the box that Anon hadn't noticed, surprising his fiancée yet again with another gift to solidify their union.

No, Anon wasn't going to budge on this. He wasn't going to heed P'Dan's warning, even if it was the right thing to do. He was going to enjoy whatever time he had left, with this P'Red.

Genuine surprise coloured Anon's face, accompanied by a smile when his attention was brought to the dark brown case. "What's that?" Anon asked, reaching out to pick up the box, holding it delicately between his fingers. His eyes shone as he glanced up at his fiancée. "Can I open it?" He asked softly, already unclasping the lock to lift up the lid.

The ring that greeted him was even more stunning than the first, the one he still wore on his finger. Anon stared at in in awe, his eyes softening, mouth slightly open as he tilted the box slowly, left to right, watching the light hit the diamond and sparkle brightly. He glanced back up at his fiancée, heart beating fast in his chest. He wondered if it was the new Red who had picked this out for him. It was beautiful, bound to catch the attention of anyone who looked Anon's way. "Put it on me?" Anon asked, barely a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the serenity of the moment. "Please, P'Red?"