#♛➺ Paul⠀。゜ ⠀ ☆ ── { berylcluster }

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✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ Care to join me? #9: (NSFW) A one night stand ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Paul }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @berylcluster ❫

When Dimitri had snuck out of the palace, snuck into a bar under disguise. He had no intentions on doing anything so reckless, had grown out of that stage. But that was a lie, wasn't it? Because he was being a bit reckless by sneaking out when in less than thirteen hours he'd be meeting his betrothed, just to go to a bar where anyone could recognize him. Which he was sure the press would have a field day with that, especially with the fact he was flirting with some stranger like he wasn't engaged to be married.

But it was just harmless flirting that wasn't meant to go anywhere, the last time he could freely do so. Yet when the male asked if he care to to join him in a one night stand after a few drinks, he was caught off guard. So much he had to take a moment to process what the pretty boy was truly asking then his cheeks heated up as a shade of red settled upon them. ❝You want to hook up, huh? You don't even know who I am and you want to have an one night stand.❞ Dimitri voiced in amusement. ❝Hm, sure why not? Let's do it.❞ He could go out with a bang before his life changed forever, that would be fun. Or that could be the alcohol talking, either way he was down for a good time.

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✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Paul }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @berylcluster ❫

Wasn't it just remarkable how life worked out at times? How one minute you could be hooking up with a complete stranger then the next you could be married to him? It was almost hilarious, like something out of a movie. But it was real and one could only imagine his surprise when Dimitri finally met his betrothed, whom he kinda cheated on the night prior, and it turned out to be the stranger. And to know someone on such an intimate level then pretend you don't, oh how awkward that was. Even more so when one realize your fiancé knew your sins because in a way you intended to cheat on him, yet he knew Paul's because he intended the same thing so guess they were even there.

Which he couldn't wonder what that information would have down to the alliance their parents intended with this union if they knew their sins? But that was something he'd never know, the only thing he knew was that he needed to talk to his fiancé. However by unfortunate circumstances, they never truly did get a moment to themselves after that. With everything in chaotic wedding preparation mode and with how it seemed like he was being babysat so he didn't disappear again, they couldn't even get a moment to date and really get to know each other. And then the wedding happened and well it was quickly forgotten.

And then Dimitri just didn't care, not when he found himself caring so much for Paul. Had found himself falling in love with him, especially as he learned more and more about him each location they visited while travelling the world. And to think he was a bit hesitate at first to make traveling the world their honeymoon, after all it was the best decision ever and well the male did in a way give him his dream. So in return the male purchased a book from each location and gift it to the other as a thank you, which he just got doing from this location. It was while watching Paul's reaction that had put the desire to kiss his husband in his head, it would be the first kiss since the wedding but Dimitri couldn't resist. So without much hesitation, he closed the distance between them and cupped his love's face tenderly in his hands. Thumbs running up and down his cheeks as he searched the male's eyes. ❝I love you.❞ Dimitri whispered then he leaned in and brushed his lips against the Paul's delicately, almost like butterfly wings at first then it was soft and moist, hot and breathy. Wasn't trying to win a battle but seeking union, was seeking closeness in what seem to be one timeless and passionate moment.

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Dimitri had always been that reckless, rebellious child. Much to his parents and their advisors dismay, not that he had one single care because he knew if they got their way then he'd been stuck playing the perfect prince charming role. Would have always been stuck training his skills in practically anything his father thought he needed, always on display with his modeling career his mother pushed on him for positive press, plus she wanted the world to see his beauty. And he certainly wouldn't have gotten to experience life to its fullest because they were too worried something would happen to their precious heir, well his parents were a bit more understanding but still they were over protective. To the point they disapproved of his hook ups, his sneaking out without his bodyguards so he could have his taste of freedom. And the fact he was always pushing his limits, not always caring if his was spotted by the paparazzi didn't help. So maybe that's why his parents thought it was in his best interest to decide he was to be married to some Prince he had never met, well that and it would benefit their kingdoms.

But the Romanov was anything but thrilled, he didn't want to be promised to someone he didn't know. Wanted to marry for love, wanted to fall in love like most of the world got to. So of course the prince did want he did best and was sneak out in protest, expect he went to some place where he wouldn't be recognized so he wouldn't be dragged back home since he was supposed to meet his betrothed in the morning. Hadn't really intended on going hooking up with a complete stranger when he first entered because that would be consider cheating, even though he couldn't wonder what his parents would do if he just said fuck it and gotten married to who he wanted instead of who they wanted. But had gotten drunk and the stranger was so damn attractive, he just couldn't resist. Besides if this was his last night of true freedom then fuck it.

And as things got heated, his care of how wrong this was had completely disappeared. Only focused on chasing pleasure, too concerned with etching this gorgeous stranger into his memory that when it came time to do what was expected of him, he'd always have this night to look back on. Because he was pretty sure that his fiancé would be some boring golden child, the complete opposite of him. So the male memorized everything about the male, the way he looked, the sounds that he made, the way he smelt, how he tasted, and certainly how he felt. He'd remember everything about this night, despite how intoxicated he was. What he wasn't expecting was to fall asleep next to the male, was planning on leaving before sunrise so no one would recognize him like all the times before. But no, he was cuddled up to the stranger, sound asleep. At least that was til the other started moving, well at least when the movement went from minimal to a bit noticeable. Which caused him to mumble sleepily in Russian for the other to be still before rolling over because he so wasn't ready to get up yet, so much that he was trying to bury his face into the pillow. It took a little before his brain to really focus in on the fact that he wasn't in the bed alone, when it did his eyes opened. Head turning in the direction before a groan escaped his lips.

❝Fuck.❞

➫ PAUL was a very typical royal, he lived by the rules, he enjoyed the security of the palace walls, and he really didn't mingle with other people unless his parents had requested it. More like forced his hand, Paul wasn't a sociable fellow, he just didn't enjoy the presence of other people. The few friends he had, a cousin or two, a few girls from neighboring influential families, they didn't require a lot from him. In these modern days of society, it was almost expected that kids their age went out and had fun, got into clubs, started drinking, went for joyrides - he wasn't like that, not usually. Sometimes his group would drag him out of his room and make him hang out for an evening, the attempt made to get him away from the royal life and the overbearing nature of parents who "just wanted what was best for him".

They had left him to his own devices when he got the news he was to be engaged, Paul was mostly angry, his first taste of rebellion on the tip of his tongue, and thus, being alone landed him in the arms of this guy. While the mantra of being careful and not talking to strangers ran through his mind, he hadn't listened and was he happy he did. One last night, to be reckless, to be wild, even for a single night. When his shirt is pulled off, he doesn't care if this man is dangerous or a stranger, the critical thinking part of his brain is being drowned out in alcohol and dopamine. He can feel how ready the guy is and he's grabbing his collar before he can say anything else between hot and heavy kissing. They move into the door of his room, Paul is practically dragging the other at this point, fumbling with the key before it gives way and they can stumble into the privacy of the hotel room.

He doesn't care if it's a means to an end, clearly the other guy doesn't mind either. And he's not changing his mind. The way their forms are pressed into one another, their kissing and the noises that come from all the touching, filling the room. It's a symphony of bad decisions and pleasure all in one night; he thinks he may remember this man for the rest of his life. Especially if his fiancé is the boring guy Paul thinks he might be. Once his knees hit the bed, the night speeds up and heats up afterwards, the two men falling into a rhythm that's both frenzied and hits all the right buttons. The next morning, he's got a throbbing headache but no regrets, which is surprising, but not the most surprising thing. Because HE is still here, passed out next to him in bed and they're both very naked, which tells the young royal that they must have passed out at some point. Paul can't bear to wake him up, and he tries his best to sneak out of the bed, untangling himself from the sheets. NOW, he understands why hotel sheets are always white.

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// Very messy but do they care? No.

Lips curving upwards into a playful smirk at the reaction the male had given him, it was nice to know that his flattery was paying off. Not that the male had any doubts that it would, after all truth was the sincere form of flattery and everything he had spoken was just that. Well at least to him it was, he couldn't talk for others but if they couldn't see it then he'd swear they were blind. He was honestly thrilled his last night of freedom was spent with the stranger who couldn't stop looking at him, like he was going to disappear. Couldn't stop touching him, pretty sure he was patting him down. And was now clung to him.

Which if his parents and advisors could see him now, oh how they'd would flip. Kinda always did when it came to his occasional flings, but definitely more so now that he was engaged to be married. Yet Dimitri didn't care, especially when he was pushed up against the wall. Raising a finger to the male's lips, brushing his finger tip against them softly before running it down the male's body teasingly. Brushing against the pretty boy's crotch before stopping, fingers pulling away, only to grip at the top the other was wearing seconds later to remove it while he listened to the words being spoken. A soft purring noise vibrated his throat at the flattery he received, typically he would disagree with the statement about his beauty because he didn't see it. But still his cheeks heated up like any other time, biting down on his lip gently momentarily before a soft breath of air passed through them with how close the other had gotten to him. Couldn't deny how excited and hot he was, not when evidence was definitely showing at this point in time. Especially now the male's lips were ghosting over his. ❝Now whose being impatient love, can't even wait til we're in the privacy of your room.❞ He teased before his lips pressed against the others, delicately, like butterfly wings at first. Then it was soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness. Sharing of one breath for one timeless and passionate moment.

As the prince pulled away, he couldn't help but to nip gently at the other's lips. Once fully separated, a smirk settled upon his features. Although it disappeared when the other broke the silence once more, a soft snicker that lacked any real mockery escaping his throat. Only because the stranger had no clue that they only really had tonight, no matter what happened. it would be like nothing ever happened come tomorrow, Dimitri would once again be the Romanov heir who was betrothed to another. ❝This isn't a fairytale that has a happy ending love, we're just using each other for a night of pleasure in a way. And believe me, I'm under no impression that this will ever be more than just a hook up. So come tomorrow we'll be strangers with a secret memory but tonight, we're lovers. Unless you want to change your mind pretty boy?❞ Dimitri asked, giving the stranger one more chance to walk away.

➫ PAUL shook his head at all the flattery, eyes rolling, but he loved every second of it. His pulse quickened, he couldn’t stop looking at the man he was leaving with. If this was all a ruse to get him alone, to do horrible things to him, he might have just accepted his fate. He was always supposed to be proper, polite, well spoken, full of manners, and pure to the thousandth degree. It was unbearable, the young heir was constantly running away at night to do SOMETHING with his life. And then he was told about this arrangement, his life hadn't been hard before, but once he was put up as a trade to further the family fortune, it was like one bad day after another. He had finally had enough, and if this was his way out, so be it.

Unfortunately or fortunately for him, the guy had nothing on him. At least, nothing he could find. They continued on, without worry or care, walking down the long hall of the hotel. And he couldn't stop himself from giggling at this guy buttering the fuck out of him. It was seductively adorable. Paul's arms were clinging to the guy, but with all his posturing and talking, he was getting all riled up, feeling hot and lucky all of a sudden. He stopped them in the middle of the hall, pushing the other up against the wall and placing his hands on either side of him to steady himself. "Oh yeah? Why don't you kiss me now then? Maybe we'll both be worshipping some beauty, one way or another. Have you ever looked in a mirror? Talking about me like I'm an angel but you must be a God of some kind, carved from beauty and marble..." He smirked, leaning in and ghosting his lips over Dimitri's, tempting him to make the connection.

Whether this guy was any good or not, mattered very little to him right now, though it would in the morning. Paul would have kicked him out without notice, he couldn't risk his mother finding him like this. She had her ways. "Depends on what happens between us, lover boy. But let me be honest, we'll be strangers after tonight, right? We're playing at a bit, the two lost boys who find each other for the night and see what happens. Sounds about right, yeah? I think it's very sexy of us."

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A soft, amused chuckle escaping his throat. Shaking his head in response, even if the male wasn't serious. But it was great to know the male was serious about this, and now that it was confirmed to be consensual - well Dimitri wasn't going to let his demons talk him out of it. After all this may as well be his last night of doing something for himself and not for his duties of being the Romanov heir, he had nothing against his fiancé who he has yet to meet but how fun can an arranged marriage be? Hardly any if one were to ask him, which he was sure he dearly betrothed would agree. ❝Now how do you expect me not to get distracted when I'm going home with someone as attractive as you? Given that I'm pretty positive you put the gods to shame with your good looks.❞ He purred, a smirk settling on his features.

The smirk only deepens when the other is pulling him closer, encouraging more touches and oh he was so tempted to give him what he wanted. So much he let his hand hover over the male's crotch, while leaning in til his lips were close enough that they could feel each other's breath on each other's lips. Then he dared lick at the other's lips before pulling away. ❝M' yes, why would you want to hear your name being moaned when you can easily hear pretty boy, even baby boy being moaned out instead. Mhm so impatient, dying to worship such beauty with kisses.❞ He remarked, giving the other a playful wink before kissing the air in return. It may be a dangerous game that he was playing but oh how Dimi didn't care, he followed the other like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Eyes never once leaving the other as they shoved through the crowd of strangers, making their was back to the pretty boy's hotel room. And once they make it into the lobby, the male wasted no time in touching whatever he could which caused him to hum out. Moving slightly to help him out a bit til he stopped it momentarily, he may be drunk but it almost felt like the other was patting him down at times. ❝M' I'm all yours tonight but come morning, I'll be gone. Unless you want this to be more than just a one night stand pretty boy?❞

➫ PAUL could appreciate the clarification, they were both drunk or getting there, and it would only get worse once they were in the room. The hesitation should lie with him, but it doesn't, he has no fear running away with this man. They would have more fun tonight than any other night, he could imagine, with some arranged marriage. How boring would a relationship like that be? He imagines rather boring and more about furthering the success of both houses. "I'll touch my nose a few times while walking in front of you, if need be. Just don't get too distracted." This was a dangerous game he was playing, he didn't know this man, he didn't know his motives for a random hookup. It could have been innocent, or it could have been to finish the line of Atreides once and for all. His mother was young enough to have more children, it wouldn't end with him, he figures, so this was alright for one night.

And with that thought, Paul pulls the other closer to him, encouraging those hands to keep exploring him. Though they would have plenty of time for that, he can't deny the intrigue of the other, and those looks coming his way, is causing his pulse to quicken with excitement. "Why would I want you to know my name when pretty boy and gorgeous work so much better? So impatient." He kisses the air at him, giving a wink, which is something he's never done, before leading them out of the club and into the busy street, mischief making his eyes gleam in the city lights. Holding onto his hand and keep it close to his side, he's shoving through the crowds, trying to get through to the hotel across the street. Who cares about fiancés and responsibility right now?

Not him, he's too busy getting them to the hotel lobby and once they reach it, Paul is basically hip to hip the guy, his free hand touching whatever he could on him, checking out his clothes and subtly, he hopes, checking him for a weapon. He couldn't shake his training even when filled to the brim with alcohol. "Hope you don't have somewhere to be tomorrow, unless you plan on sneaking out at the crack of dawn."

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// 😏hehe, oh definitely but gotta love it.

There was a soft snicker escaping his throat at the words, the Romanov heir has certainly has his fair share of flings. So no, he wasn't the one person in this town who didn't like to hook up. He was just the one person that this hook up could possibly change his life, rather it be in a good or bad way if they were caught. And a part of Dimitri felt like he owed the stranger a fair warning but then that would ruin everything so. ❝Oh, I'm not against hooking up. Especially with a pretty boy like yourself, I just needed reconfirmation this is really what you want.❞ Because even intoxicated, he had a sense of common decency to make sure it's consensual.

Blue hues flickering towards the stranger's hand, hesitating for a tiny second because he felt like he was about to cheat. But then he took the other's hand, standing up so the male could lead him to where ever he was taking him. Fiancé be damned, no one had to know. No one but them. ❝No names, means no moaning each other's name but that works for me.❞ Dimitri voiced in a sultry tone, teeth rimming over his bottom lip momentarily before smirking. He was already sold on spending the evening with the stranger but if he was going to offer more alcohol then who was he to turn it down? Though going home with a complete stranger was dangerous, especially given who he was. But did he care, absolutely not. ❝Oh, you don't have to worry. I'll follow you, just lead the way gorgeous. Or are you all talk, no action?❞ He asked teasingly, running a finger down the other's chest and stomach in a teasing motion before stopping just above the pants line. Then he simply pulled away and waited for the male's next move.

➫ PAUL was having fun, for the first time in his life it felt like, at least the first time he had been on his own. No mothers or fathers or rules or social etiquette to deal with, a night on the town is exactly what he needed. Here, no one knew who he was, he wasn't Paul Atreides, son and heir to the House Atreides fortune and private military. What a buzzkill tomorrow would be, the end of his free time, another thing he'd be forced to commit to for the sake of duty and honor. So annoying to even think about it, he would be getting engaged to some guy from some palace he had never met, and even the thought causes him to toss back another large drink of whatever. He hadn't even bothered to ask the bartender, just kept them coming until his legs felt like walking without him. Before the night started getting too old, they walked him right over to the handsomest guy in the place, a dinky little club he barely knew the name of, but clearly he came to the right place.

A few carefully placed touches, a bit of flirting, and he's got this guy following him back to his place. Paul secretly hopes someone will catch them, expose the heir for what he was and call this whole thing off. He doesn't want to get married, he doesn't want to keep thinking about what tomorrow will bring, and he doesn't even want to tell this guy his name. Dark eyes, clearly clouded by alcohol don't leave the other's face, still tracing circles in his palm, "C'mon. Don't tell me you're the only guy in this town who doesn't like to hook up?" Once he's finished with his drink, he sets it down and stands up, holding out a hand so he can drag the other back to his tiny hotel room, the perfect hiding spot for him and his new friend. "No names, handsome, okay? Just follow me, I have more alcohol in my suite." Didn't anyone teach him stranger danger? Eh, he couldn't be bothered, too much haze behind his eyes to really care or sense danger.