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diavolodigitale · 3 years ago

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L’appel Du Vide: 01 What a Way to Start

Not that anybody is really reading it here, but I decided to follow through with this story no matter what.

All chapters: 00 - 01 - All stories in PDF

Rhys is the CEO of Atlas and Jack’s AI is back, surprise, surprise! Now Rhys is dismayed, Jack doesn’t care much, and the events of Borderlands 3 are just beginning to unravel. Is there any way to fix the plot of this game? Would it be any better if Rhys had to cooperate with Jack this whole time? Well, this is your chance to find out!

Spoiler: yes, dammit, it would. Everything’s better with a bit of Handsome Jack in it.

Genres: Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Alternate Canon, POV Third Person, Humor, Drama, Plot-driven (kind of? well, it has plot)

Pairing: Handsome Jack’s AI/Rhys (they’re still just talking, dammit)

Characters: Handsome Jack’s AI, Rhys

Rating: M for Mature but not in this chapter lol

Size: around 3000 words (chapter 2/11)

Sun set and rose, another day began. Rhys shaved off his moustache.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty,” said Jack, who was sitting in Rhys’ chair when the latter one entered his office wearing only red bathrobe and home slippers.

“Morning,” replied Rhys, eying Jack wearily. Jack almost expected him to be surprised by his presence all over again, but it seemed like Rhys did not, after all, convince himself that the events of the previous day were just a dream, which, depending on how one looks at it, might even be considered personal growth. “Let me say how much I appreciate you not stalking me while I sleep. Just so you knew,” he said, painfully aware of Jack’s realness and determination to stay.

“Actually,” began Jack, idly following Rhys’s movements around the room with his gaze, “I watched you for some time, but your face looked so stupid that I started having these fits of hysterical laughter, so I left not to wake you up accidentally. I care for you so much, after all, and… Hey!”–he suddenly sat upright in the chair and pointed at Rhys’s hunched miserable figure–“that thing from your face disappeared! I could’ve sworn I saw it yesterday...”

“And now it’s gone,” concluded Rhys with a sigh.

“Phew, great job, pal. It was so awful, I cannot even begin to describe.”

“What? I thought you liked it,” said Rhys, nonplussed.

“Yeah, about that… I lied. Didn’t want to tell you this, but with that moustache, I wouldn’t let my kids anywhere near you,” said Jack and cackled.

Rhys scowled. He got rid of his moustache precisely because Jack told him he liked it, even despite the fact that it was particularly hard for him, considering the meaning it supposedly held. Since the day before he had this strange desire to do everything in opposition to Jack. Perhaps, it was deeply rooted in his former traumatic experience with the AI. Or in the fact that he had always been kind of mischievous, either one of those two.

“I see you’re in a good mood today,” said Rhys, making himself a morning coffee. He couldn’t say the same thing about himself – half of the night he spent persuading himself not to bang his head on the wall until Jack left for good. As a temporary means, it was as good as anything, but certainly wouldn’t be a reliable way to get rid of the AI forever. In any case, it seems not to have worked for Rhys previously, so he had to come up with something else. Changing the prosthetics took time, and he didn’t have that precious resource at his disposal in the needed amount.

In the end, when he finally managed to fall asleep, it was at the thought that he was actually a little sorry for what happened with Jack’s hologram during their last confrontation. Despite all the evil Jack had done, he used to be a significant part of Rhys’s life and helped shape him into what he was now. Most importantly, he taught him not to trust anybody and to always swing for the fences. Now, being the CEO of Atlas, Rhys could clearly see that this strategy worked perfectly.

“Oh, by the by, I took some time to look through your files and check out this Kawatagi guy we talked about yesterday. Must say, he’s a very promising candidate. Maybe, I should’ve chosen him as my successor instead of you-know-who,” said Jack in a conspiratorial tone, stroking his chin and narrowing his eyes. “Instead of you, I’m talking about you,” he added in a normal voice.

Rhys sighed, gently lowering two sugar cubes into his coffee. Here we go again.

“First, why the heck did you rummage in my computers without my permission? Second, his name’s Katagawa, more precisely – Katagawa Junior. And a candidate for what? Wait, don’t say anything, I don’t even want to know. Now get out of my chair,” said Rhys and proceeded to try and shoo Jack away with a few careless waves of his hand.

“It’s not like you can’t sit here. I’m just a hologram, you know.”

Jack was grinning, of course. Rhys looked down at him with his tired sleepless eyes and sighed the fortieth time this morning.

“Remember when we first met, you called me weird? Now you’re the one being weird, congratulations.”

“Oh, come o-o-on, don’t be so bo-o-oring.” Jack disappeared from the chair and reappeared on the sofa, lying on his side with his head resting on his hand. “You know, I think I’ve now seen enough of you to bet with confidence that you don’t have any friends. I bet I was your closest friend (and don’t forget that I was your imaginary closest friend), ‘cause I don’t see how someone can tolerate that attitude for long.”

Don’t worry, Rhys, he won’t get to you, you’re thick-skinned now, you know that, thought Rhys and put his mug on the table. He sunk into his chair and turned on the ECHO device to check for any new messages.

“Actually, I do have friends,” he said in his best I-am-not-offended tone.

“Yeah? Anybody in particular?”

“Zer0, for example. I am proud to call him my friend and I’m sure he’s proud to be called mine.”

“Zer0, yeah… wait, who’s that again?”

Rhys rolled his eyes. Some things just never changed.

“One of the vault hunters who… took part in your elimination, so to put it,” he answered carefully.

“Oh, yeah, that filthy bandit, I remember him! Well, not him killing me, of course, but I think I saw him somewhere. Didn’t he have that mental condition? I remember him saying some gibberish instead of speaking like normal people do. Yeah, right,”–Jack laughed–“I can see you two dorks being friends.”

“How could I have survived this long without you trying to offend me all the time? Unbelievable.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking! Or was that still your thought? I always forget I’m in your head. Anyway, to summarize our conversation so far, we’ve established that you’re a pathetic loner with only one creature in the whole world you can call a friend of sorts. You never seize to amaze me, Rhys.”

“There’s also Vaughn,” said Rhys through his teeth, beginning to lose his patience.

“And that is…?”

“You remember Vaughn, don’t you?”

“If I’m asking who that is, then, apparently, I don’t,” answered Jack, making the irritation in his voice sound as blatant as possible. “Why do you carry around that thing people call a head, huh?”

“He used to work for Hyperion with me.” Rhys threw a quick glance at Jack, looking for any sign of recognition on his face, but there was none. “Is short, wears glasses?” Still no signs. “Has a six-pack?” he said in his last desperate attempt to make Jack’s memory serve its purpose.

To his surprise, it actually worked. Jack snapped his fingers and rolled over on the sofa.

“Oh, that ne-erd, yeah, I remember him. Where’s he now?” he asked, not even trying to pretend that he really cared about the answer.

“He’s on Pandora, doing some bandit stuff. Guess he is working for the…” Rhys suddenly stopped, hastily thinking about what he had almost let out.

“For whom?” asked Jack indifferently. The answer still didn’t matter much to him, but he just couldn’t bear the thought of Rhys keeping something hidden from him.

“For the… err… for, well, you know… coughmson coughders,” replied Rhys, sounding like he was choking on something, and started loudly typing on the table, pretending that he was incredibly busy with his emails.

“What? Didn’t quite catch that.”

“Rimzon raide-ez,” indistinctly said Rhys into his fist and cleared his throat.”

“God dammit, Rhys, what the fuck are you saying there?” shouted Jack with annoyance and jerked up from the sofa. “Should I stand right behind you all the time to know what comes out of your mouth? Even your thoughts are more distinct than that.”

Perhaps, scared by the prospect of Jack constantly following him closely, even closer than he already did, Rhys gave in.

“It’s the Crimson Raiders, for god’s sake!” he yelled and landed his fist heavily on the table. He then took a deep breath to calm down and added, “He works for the Crimson Raiders. I just didn’t want to tell you.”

“O-oh. O-o-o-oh, I see how it is. He’s with team idiots now, isn’t he? Well, good to know. Now we’ve proven that all your friends are either stupid or nonexistent. Great.”

Rhys’s left eye was glowing as he was interfacing with the devices in his office. He took a sip of his coffee, scrolled down the list of new casualties reports and tried not to take what he had heard close to his heart.

“Now that I got my daily dose of humiliating you, let’s talk business,” said Jack and laced his fingers together as if he had a very profitable offer for his interlocutor. “I think we can squeeze something out of this Katamaga,” he began, and Rhys immediately exerted himself. He did not like the sound of that. “I think there’s more to him than you see. He doesn’t just want Atlas, you see, he very obviously wants you to work with him. What a fool! That’s a perfect opportunity for us to rob him of everything he has, including his pathetic corporation. I mean, I never liked Maliwan, but if it’s a gift horse… Who am I not to take it on your behalf, right?”

“I appreciate the thought you put into it, but I already have another plan, and it definitely isn’t allying with Katagawa Jr. He’s an obsessed psychopath and I don’t want anything to do with him,” replied Rhys confidently. He shivered even at the possibility of having another Jack-like associate.

“Enlighten me then. What genius idea has your corporate mind produced?”

“First, you have to promise not to yell at me. My head aches and I won’t endure any more than you already being here and talking to me,” said Rhys patiently, already predicting Jack’s reaction to what he intended to share. There was no way to keep it a secret, so he wanted to at least soften the blow.

“Yeah, whatever,” said Jack and yawned.

Rhys braced himself. Discussing this would surely be no easy matter.

“I want to make a deal with Lilith. She helps me defeat maliwans, and I give her something she wants in return.”

There was silence. Then there was a snarl and a nondescript squeal.

“WHAT. THE FUCK. ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! MM, RHYSIE, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?” Jack appeared standing on Rhys’s table right before him. The sight made Rhys spit out a bunch of his coffee. “You’re joking, right?” Jack squatted down to see Rhys’s face when he spoke. “Out of a-a-all people in these 6 goddamn galaxies you choose her? I see you’ve been a very bad boy in daddy’s absence, completely out of your mind!”

Rhys raised his index finger and burbled, “You told me you won’t yell. I specifically asked you not to yell, Jack.”

“What am I supposed to do then, huh?!” Jack disappeared and in the next second was already standing at the window with his arms crossed, thoughtfully observing the Atlas soldiers running around outside. “I thought you can’t disappoint me more than you already have, but it seems like you always manage to conquer new heights.”

“Look, there’s really no point in talking about this. I’m my own boss now and this is my decision. I was the one to rebuild Atlas from ruins, so I’m sure I’ll be able to take care of it. Please, Jack, I’m tired and sick and I don’t want all this.” Rhys sighed wearily and rubbed a coffee stain on the table with the sleeve of his bathrobe.

“Okay. Okay-okay-okay-okay, hear me out. Just this one time, just once, let me tell you something.” Jack turned to Rhys and Rhys gave him a little nod after considering for a few seconds. It’s not like he really had a choice, he just liked to think he had a firm grip on the situation. “Tell me, do you remember Lilith doing something, anything for the sake of somebody else?”

“Um, yeah, she killed you, actually,” replied Rhys confidently.

“No-no-no, honey, she didn’t do it for somebody, she just wanted to have her revenge on me,” said Jack, stressing what he viewed as essential pieces of information to make sure Rhys REALLY got what he wanted to say. Were he not a hologram, he would probably be shaking with rage as he did it. “She wanted to destroy me, because I destroyed her boyfriend who just wouldn’t let me wipe those bandit asses, which, by the way, included his, off my planet. She couldn’t care less about all those people that died, about Crimson Raiders, about her other “friends”. She is a murderer, just like you, me, like any other person on that goddamn planet. The only difference is that she, unlike us, didn’t have ANY good will.”

Jack’s intense stare made Rhys turn away. AI’s words made him consider what he knew of Lilith, but he felt almost wrong when doing so. He shook his head, trying to scare the thoughts away.

“You just hate her, that’s all. She may not be the best option, but when choosing between her and Maliwan, I believe, the choice is obvious.

“Is it? Is it, though?” asked Jack furiously with his eyes almost bulging out. “Let me tell you one thing. Two things, actually. Despite how surprising it might sound to you, I’m actually happy that she killed me. You know why? Of course, you don’t, otherwise we wouldn’t have this conversation now, dummy. So, I’ll be kind enough to explain. Even after her betrayal, I didn’t finish her off, which means I am better than her. “What is the second thing, Jack?” you might ask. Well, here goes: she is a stinking bandit. A bandit, and the only thing you should do with bandits is kill them, but I’m sure this much you should know by now.” After finishing his rant, Jack exhaled loudly and adjusted his unmoving hair with a swift motion of his hand. To top his speech off, he asked, “Still better than Katagawa?”

Rhys, however, still remained unimpressed.

“Jack, he killed his entire family to become the CEO of Maliwan. I imagine you would think it’s a reasonable thing to do when you want to run the corporation so bad, but I’m sure you know I disagree with that.”

“And what do YOU know about his family?” asked Jack, clearly upset by the lack of expected reaction. “Do you even know anything about the way he runs Maliwan? The only thing I know is that now they are more successful than ever (even though I hate to say it). Use your brains, kid, and you’ll go further than you could’ve hoped. One of these two alliances will bestow endless opportunities upon you while the other one will almost certainly get you stabbed in the back.”

“I hear you. I hear you and I disagree. I’m sorry, Jack,” said Rhys and shook his head apologetically. He was already imagining what would such a start of his day lead to.

“Oh my god, how can you not see that you have more in common with him than a skag and a grinder! He sees something in you, and that something makes him crave for your favor with such persistence. Just imagine how much you can squeeze out of him if you give him the tiniest thing in return. It’s simply a gold mine!”

“He wants us to merge, that’s enough of a reason for me to refuse him,” said Rhys with utter disgust.

“So what? Don’t worry about that, cupcake, you’ve got me, and I’m here to help. Who says we’re gonna merge?” Noticing how Rhys was shaking his head again, Jack leaned closer, trying to make the atmosphere more… companionable, and continued in a calmer voice. “Believe me, I know that Atlas is your child and you would never sacrifice it. We’re gonna… adjust the conditions a little, little tiny bit. No merge, only the alliance. How does that sound?”

Rhys thought that Jack was once again confirming what a masterful negotiator he was. No matter what objections Rhys had, he always did his homework and learned his weaknesses. The long-forgotten feeling of a threat sitting right at his side returned to Rhys as he caught himself thinking over the possibility of allying with Maliwan. Don’t budge, Rhys, don’t let him see that you have second thoughts, he’ll eat you alive.

“Completely unachievable,” he was only able to utter.

“Come on, stop screwing around, will you? You’re wasting time with your fidelity to stupid principles. Have I ever given you any bad advice?”

Rhys chose not to say anything. It was as good an answer as any other. The leftover coffee in his mug already went cold and he frowned in disgust when sipping on it.

“Okay then, I’m beginning to grow real tired of this, so you better listen here, you little dipshit, and listen carefully…” Jack’s tone was once again peremptory and his eyes were drilling into Rhys’s soul. “I’m tryna help here, so stop pretending you’re a princess who lives in a tower filled with her little cute ponies and chooses to believe there’s no filth around her. Just do what I say and you’ll be on your road trip to success. And you’ll thank me later, believe me. If you choose not to do this, however, I’ll follow you around all the time, saying what a sore loser you are. All day, all night, Rhysie. You know me, I’m restless, and I can come up with millions of ways to make you hate your life. You won’t sleep, you won’t talk to anybody, you won’t eat your fucking lunch without me standing one centimeter away from your ear, whispering how much you suck. Now let that sink in. Once it has, give me your final answer.”

Jack’s eyes were glowing. His whole body was glowing because he was a hologram, that’s just what holograms do. Yet even though it was his permanent state, an unchangeable condition, his eyes looked different.

He really is serious, thought Rhys to himself. Well then, guess I’m going to die of starvation, sleep deprivation, and lack of human contact.

“Fuck you, Jack. Fuck. You.”

“Is that a yes?”

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krismusings · 4 years ago

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Discord thread featuring: Roman & @aaronhart93

Mentions: a lot of people, and a lot of stuffs.

When: July 31, 2020 - after party

Where: Aaron’s apartment

Triggers: smut...a lot of it, breathplay, and degradation.

Description: Roman and Aaron are kinky fucks in their sex room, yes I said sex room, and then have a serious talk in the morning about Aaron’s past, and Roman’s drama. Then more sex. lols.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman had never in his life been spoiled like this. It felt like...for the first time, he had like - his own family. Aaron of course has showered him with gifts, way more than he deserved, and exactly what Ro would have picked out for himself. Aaron knew him so well, but what got him the most, were the two things Des had made him. His fear the entire time he’d began to date Aaron, was winning over his daughter, and he never imagined he could end up this attached. This little girl, an angel, she loved him, and that just...it was an adoration he couldn’t describe. He’d cried like a baby when Des showed him what she’d made, and spent several minutes hugging her, and kissing all over her little face until she erupted into a fit of giggles. It didn’t matter what else anyone got him today, nothing was gonna be better than this. “Can I borrow you a minute?” Ro muttered to Aaron as soon as Destiny was in her room playing, deciding he needed a “water break” in the kitchen. July 31, 2020

Aaron

Roman was welcomed Des into his life with immense love, protection and care. Aaron was convinced that there was nothing that Roman wouldn't do for the tiny blonde and that was really all that Aaron could ask him for. Aaron had easily spent at least $3,000 on the gifts that he had already given Roman and over $10,000 on some...other presents that he had yet to show him. He would have to wait until Des got picked up to show him the rest of his birthday gifts. This was the happiest that Aaron had been in a while -- he had everything a man could ever want: a loving partner and a beautiful, healthy child. That, and lots and lots of money, which - despite what some people chose to believe - Roman wasn't using him for. That was an incredible feeling. Aaron loved Roman and he felt Roman's love back. Aaron pecked the top of his daughter's bed as she ran into her room to play. "Yeah, babe." He grinned, grabbing his hand and walking him into the kitchen.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

As soon as they were in the kitchen, Roman grabbed his boyfriend’s shoulder’s, and pinned him against the front of his very expedience fridge. “You really outdid yourself, y’know that?” He asked the smaller, and then leaned in to press his lips hard against the others. He fisted his hands in the front of Aaron’s T-shirt, and licked into his mouth like the dirty little shit he was. After a few moments, he pulled back to look at his boyfriend with a lopsided grin. “You didn’t need to get me all that...what the fuck.” Roman chuckled. Though, he wasn’t actually surprised that Aaron had gone all out.

Aaron

Aaron heard Des close her door shut and turn on her karaoke machine when right before they got into the kitchen. His back hit the fridge, which made his heart jump a little bit but he welcome the kiss with a smirk on the other's lips as they kissed. Aaron's laced his fingers through his boyfriend's growing hair until he pulled away and cupped his cheeks on either side. Aaron chuckled to himself - because that wasn't all he got him. And if he thought that was too much. "You have to start getting used to getting fucking spoiled. You're Aaron Hart's boyfriend now and I live up to my name." He smiled and pressed their lips together again, pulling the other close by tugging on his waist line. "But if you think that's a lot..." His lips hovered over the other. "You should wait to see what else I got you." He pulled a tiny jewelry case out of his back pocket and handed it to him. "Open it." It was a key to a very special room that Aaron had converted from his library to Roman's other birthday present.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman lifted a brow when Aaron said he had to get used to being spoiled, and then proceeded to tease something else he’d gotten him. What else could he have done??? Bought him a car? He wouldn’t be surprised. That was something Khai had done, so he guessed it wouldn’t be too out of the realm of possibility with Aaron. His eyes went wide when the man pulled out a jewelry box, because that looked like... “What...” he started, his heart beating out of his chest as he looked over what looked like a ring box. You know how they say your life flashes before you eyes before you die? Yeah. This kind of felt like that. He loved Aaron, so much, but this seemed a little...oh. It was a key. “A key?” He asked with a confused expression, eyes lifting up to meet his boyfriend’s out of curiosity. “What’s this to?”

Aaron

Aaron actually snorted when he read the expression on the man's face when he looked at the little box. Aaron loved Roman -- like a lot. He could see that for them one day, but Aaron liked where they were right now. Like really liked where they were right now. He didn't want to mess that up. "I'll show you, but you have have to be quiet so Des doesn't come out of her room. And we can't use it until Alison comes to pick her up for the weekend." He teased, motioning for him to follow him up the stairs and all the way down the hall to the room across from the master bedroom. He opened the door with the key to reveal a room with walls painted red and black, handcuffs, chains, whips, and collars hanging from the walls, a red leather couch on the wall diagonal from the doorway, and enough lube in one corner to last them half a year at least. There was a large, king sized bed in the corner with red and black satin sheets and a sex swing adjacent to it. A least a dozen sex toys lined shelves that resembled trophy cases along the walls. "What do you think?"

Roman.

Ro had no idea what to expect when Aaron teased the present, unable to guess what in the world he was about to be shown. His jaw dropped when Aaron took them to the room, looking around before his eyes ultimately landed back on his boyfriend. He’d had a sex room in his relationship with Jay and Khai, so of course his mind first went there. He didn’t mean for it to, and would never say it outloud, but this wasn’t the same. He could separate himself from those memories, and focus on the fact that this was theirs, his and Aaron’s. The man had gone through so much effort to make this happen for Roman, and he couldn’t help but smile, and lunge himself at the smaller for a much needed embrace. “Thank you. Thank you for doing all of this for me.” He whispered into the other’s ear.

Aaron

Roman had initially brought the idea of a sex room up to Aaron a while ago. He was hesitant about the idea, mostly because he was afraid if even telling his daughter that he was dating someone, let alone having a whole room that she wasn't allowed into. But Destiny loved having Roman around, which eased his mind a lot. The idea really started growing on him. Aaron' face lit up as their eyes met and he watched his jaw drop. Aaron gave the actor a warm squeeze when he jumped to him, and pecked his cheek. He really loved to make his boyfriend happy like this. "You deserve it. Besides it's not all for you. I get to enjoy this too." He mused, letting a huge smile overcome his face. "I have to get ready for a meeting though," he began, pecking him on the lips, "and Alison will be here soon to pick Des up for the weekend." He pecked him again. "Then we'll try this out." He promised.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Ro took care of Des while Aaron left for his meeting, playing with her, and making sure she had everything packed, and ready to go. He was looking forward to a weekend alone with Aaron, but at the same time, he knew he was going to miss Destiny. He’d gotten used to her being around, and he loved the kid so much, like she was his own, truly. As soon as she was with Alison though, Roman got ready for the rest of his birthday festivities. He hung out with friends, and then found himself at the end of the night kissing Aaron all the way through the front door after their night at the club. They were both tipsy, and Ro had panties under his trousers that needed to be revealed in the sex room this evening. “Upstairs?” He asked against his boyfriend’s lips, pulling back to smirk at him.

Aaron

Aaron had literally spent all day thinking about trying out that birthday present he had gotten for his boyfriend -- well, and himself but it was Roman's idea after all. The hours in the board room seemed to move slowly as he listened to profits, stocks, something about how such and such was cheating on his wife. God, these people were sleezy. Of course, Aaron had his sleezy moments but he was nothing like a lot of these older men. He was invited for drinks at his own club after the meeting wrapped up, which he politely declined but promised he would go out with them soon. An empty promise, but they had no idea. Finally -- he could touch his boyfriend, hang on him in the club, drink with him, kiss him in front of their friends. Aaron wasn't much for PDA when he was sober, but didn't seem to mind it at all when he had had a few drinks. "Upstairs." He concurred, pulling him in for another kiss before the ascending the big staircase in the middle of the penthouse. He fumbled with his keys to get the door open and practically fell into the room when he finally did. "What's first, birthday boy?" He rasped.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman broke out into a fit of giggles when Aaron fell into the room, once again finding himself looking around, and taking it all in. It really was perfect for them, and it was nice to be in here again knowing that this time, they could enjoy it. “Hmmm...” he started, walking over to the wall to grab a collar, a thin, baby pink colored one that was calling his name. He secured it around his neck before reaching to unbutton his top, only turning back towards his boyfriend as he pulled the shirt away from his shoulders. “I know it’s my birthday daddy, but I’ve been a bad bad boy.” He informed the other, lips obscenely pink, and shining as he swiped his tongue along the lower.

Aaron

Roman never failed to surprise Aaron with how fucking kinky he was. It was kind of disturbing -- but in the best way possible though. He loved that Roman felt comfortable around Aaron enough so that he could express to him what he liked in bed, and just his feelings and emotions in general. Aaron knew that Ro had a lot of pent up emotions that he never felt like he could express; it made him happy that the actor was finally starting to open up. Aaron started unbuttoning his shirt while his boyfriend gazed at the collection of toys he had gotten. He pulled the taller close to him by the collar. "Do you need to be punished?" He placed an open mouthed, wet kiss on the other's tinted lips and shoved his tongue into Ro's mouth.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman let out a shuttered breath against the other's lips when he was pulled close, and kissed so fucking DIRTY. He loved that Aaron entertained his kinks, and seemed to enjoy them right alongside him. Their sexual chemistry had been on point from day one, and now they had their own room to do whatever they damn well pleased in. "Mmm...I think I do." He finally breathed out against his boyfriend's lips after a little snog, choosing to make this a little battle of dominance by pushing the smaller back onto the brand new bed behind him with a wicked grin. "Think you can make that happen?" Ro challenged before he was shucking off his trousers, revealing the black lacy thong below, which of course left very little to the imagination.

Aaron

Somehow sex with Roman seemed to continuously get better and better, even when he thought there was so way it could get better. The were really starting to learn each other. Aaron bit Ro's bottom lip playfully, but a little bit harder than normal this time. A mischievous grin appeared across his face as his back hit the silk sheets. He wasted no time getting naked as the other stripped down. "Holy fuck." His cock came to life between his legs as his eyes grazed over his naked boyfriend's body. He sat up and pulled Ro onto his lap so that the other was straddling him. "I can make anything you want happen, birthday boy." He whispered, hands running up the actor's thick thighs. "I can tie you up, choke you with this fucking collar..." He prompted, tugging on the leather strap lightly.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman was staring the whole time he was pulled into his boyfriend’s lap, thankful for this distraction after how badly his night at the club had ended. He just wanted to focus on Aaron right now, cut everything else out. He was already breathing heavy as the smaller ran his hands up Ro’s thighs, a ragged breath exiting when Aaron mentioned what he could do to him. He sucked in deep through his nostrils when Aaron pulled on his collar, instantly making his cock spring to full hardness between his legs. “Would you like that, daddy? To take my breath away any time you want?” He asked in a raspy voice, leaning down to rub his lips along the outside of his lover’s ear, and across his scruffy jaw.

Aaron

The couple definitely had a lot to talk about in the morning. With Aaron's ex back in town, there was a long conversation needed in the morning. But Aaron really wasn't too focused on that right now -- he actually wasn't at all focused on that because Roman looked hot as HELL it was pretty much impossible to think about anything else. Heavy pants escaped Aaron's lips when he felt Roman's breath down his spine. "Your fucking neck..." His blues grazed across his veiny neck, before their eyes met again. He reached behind Ro to tug on the strap hard enough to make the taller's head fall back on his shoulders, maintaining eye contact the entire time and scanning his face for a reaction.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman closed his eyes when Aaron tugged back on his collar, his chin jutting upwards as he began attempting to breathe, and audibly. He was wheezing, but also emitting a pathetic moan as he squirmed on top of his lover. He could feel Aaron’s throbbing length, and all he could think about was getting choked out while getting fucked nice and deep. Jesus, was there anything better? “D-Daddy...” Ro squeaked out, feeling around until he could wrap his fingers around Aaron’s length with a tug.

Aaron

Aaron smiled satisfactorily. That fucking moan. "You like that?" Even though he could tell he really fucking did. He continued to watch his face as he tugged down on the collar just a little bit harder. He had to admit - It was fucking amazing seeing Roman like this. He looked so sexy and it turned Aaron on. The New Yorkers bit down on his lip when Roman started massaging his hard. "Roman." He slid two fingers deep down Roman's throat, practically forcing him to suck on his digits.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

“Yes...” Aaron was pushing Roman in the exact direction he wanted, restricting his air flow more and more as his fingers entered his mouth. This was what Ro lived for, being used for someone else’s pleasure, pleasing his lover, and making him feel powerful. Roman was being showed his place, and he fucking loved it. He couldn’t talk at this point, obviously, so he tried his best to peer at the other through heavy lids, unable to really keep his head straight with the pressure across his throat, being pulled from behind. He hummed only slightly at the sound of his name, sucking on his boyfriend’s fingers as if it might as well be Aaron’s cock down his throat.

Aaron

There was actually no feeling that could compare to this; giving Roman what he wanted, what they had spoken about and built up to all day then finally being about to fuck like this. Aaron smirked, darkened eyes meeting the other's as much as possible. He groaned with pleasure, cock standing straight up towards his chest, as he felt his boyfriend's hand rub up and down him. "You're such a fucking whore." He taunted, removing his finger from Ro's warm, wet mouth and reaching back to slid on of them inside of him to begin open him up slowly. There were bottle of lube in just about every drawer in this place, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman whimpered when Aaron called him a whore, somehow getting even more hard in response??? God how was that possible?! He tightened his grip around his boyfriend’s cock, tugging upwards, and rubbing his thumb across the precum that was collecting there. He was starting to get a little lightheaded, but he loved that, which was super fucking obvious by the way he was clenching his tight walls around Aaron’s fingers while he attempted opening Ro up with his own spit. Fuck, this was so hot. “A-Aaron...” he managed to rasp.

Aaron

Aaron continuously added fingers as he slowly felt Roman begin to open up to him. "Fuck, I love you." He whispered in between low moans, eyes closing slightly at the feeling of his cock being stroked like that. He was amazing at that. Finally, Aaron took his fingers out of his boyfriend and reached over to grab a bottle of lube from the table beside, loosening his grip on the collar's strap slightly just in case he needed a brief break. He didn't quite know what Roman's limit was - it was something he was slowly starting to figure out still. "Fuck me." He demanded, lathering himself up with the lube.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman immediately started taking in air like he was starving for it when his boyfriend let up. He pressed a hand to Aaron’s chest to steady himself, but the rush felt so good, like any drug high would. He took a moment to gather himself, but it didn’t take long after being instructed to fuck Aaron, that he was lining himself up to the man’s length, and sinking down onto it with a dirty moan. He was so thick, the stretch was always so intense, but it felt amazing, and Roman was bouncing up and down in no time.

Aaron

He paused, watching Ro breathe deeply in an attempt to catch his breath. He watched his tattooed chest fall up and down, Aaron panting almost in unison. When Roman finally slid down on him, Aaron let out a very deep, very audible growl. His dry mouth gaped open as his one hand reached to grab onto his hip and his other hand reached to begin tugging at the leather strap again. His hips bucked up, meeting Roman's pace like puzzle pieces.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Right now, Roman could have literally cared less what else happened earlier that night. He didn’t want to think about it, instead letting himself be pulled into this separate dimension with his boyfriend. His breathing was once again labored when Aaron began pulling on the collar, causing his fingers to press down into his lover’s sweaty chest. The pleasure was building up in him so powerfully, his hips burning as he bounced up and down, up and down. He moaned out as best he could since they were alone, but it was distorted, so he tried again. It was hard to push out sound, but he hoped that was something Aaron might love.

Aaron

Aaron's low moans and pants filled the room as they fucked each other. He looked up at his boyfriend the whole time. He really couldn't breathe and the sounds of him choking on his own moans was sexy as fuck. He called out his boyfriend's name between curses repeatedly, like he was praying to him or something. Which he might as well be at this point since Aaron's whole world now seemed to revolve around the other man. Aaron was actually terrified at that fact. He had been for while. Aaron was weak around Roman; literally doing anything to make him happy. He wasn't sure if Roman knew this, but Aaron was completely wrapped around his finger. Aaron's climax finally came without warning. "Fuck, I'm coming." He groaned as he filled the other up with his hot cum.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman honestly was so out of it at this point, that he barely heard Aaron’s warning. His eyes slipped shut as he was filled with his boyfriend’s cum, taking the opportunity to give himself a few tugs so he could climax all over the other male as well. He always made a mess, but Aaron never complained. Ro liked covering him with his cum, so he hoped the feeling was mutual. He was so woozy now though, the lack of oxygen making him sway before he was dropping forward onto Aaron, and pressing his forehead against the man’s chest with heavy panting. If he’d passed out, it wouldn’t be the first time, but he willed himself not to, sensing Aaron to be the type that might freak out if he did.

Aaron

Aaron smiled as he felt the other's hot cum all over his chest, getting caught up in his chest hair. He let go of the collar and let Roman fall onto his chest, grabbing a hold on him tightly. His smiled faded slightly, terrified for a quick beat that his boyfriend had stopped breathing completely. "Hey, you okay?" He checked in. A weight fell off of his shoulders when he felt Roman's chest falling up and and down quickly. He kissed his forehead and stroked his back with his palm, giving Roman a little shake as he did. He reached to undo the collar around his boyfriend's neck to let it fall to the ground. That was....something.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Ro turned his head to look at his boyfriend through heavy lids, a goofy grin on his face as he did so, to show he was of course okay. “Yeah.” He rasped, and reached out to touch his fingertips to the man’s cheek, grazing it so softly as he did so. “I’m great. You?” He countered, wanting to make sure he didn’t freak his boyfriend out too much. Roman was a LOT, and he knew that. Not everyone was used to being so extreme, but lord knows he’d done way worse than this.

Aaron

Aaron smiled when their eyes met and Roman gave him a cute little smile. Aaron didn’t realize he was holding his breath the entire time Roman was gasping for air until he finally let out a big sigh and let his shoulders relax. “Yeah. I’m great too.” He smiled lightly , giving the other a tiny peck on the cheek. Aaron has never chocked someone in bed for that long. “I thought I went too far there for a second.” He confessed.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman shook his head when his boyfriend said he thought he’d gone too far, using his hand now to cup Aaron’s cheek in reassurance. “No, trust me. I’ve gone further.” He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to soothe Aaron, or concern him, but a fact’s a fact. “I’m a little extreme, sorry.” He giggled, and then stretched up to place a kiss to Aaron’s nose, and then his lips softly. “Wanna shower with me?” He smirked. Dumb question. But.

Aaron

Aaron nodded in understanding. That phrase concerned him slightly, but he was just glad that Roman was okay. “Don’t apologize. It was fun.” He nodded. Aaron scrunched his nose when the other male gave him a quick kiss and pulled him in for one more kiss before nodding and lifting Roman off of him. “You’ll need to wash me pretty well. You made a mess.” He joked, letting out a deep chuckle.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

They were just gross. Even after having sex, they still somehow managed to mess around in the shower as well. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and who would expect them to while naked?? There was such a deep attraction between them, and had been since day one. Still, at least they managed to wash everything pretty well before toweling off, and falling into bed together. “I love you, Aaron.” Ro whispered against his boyfriend’s chest, his arm wrapped securely around his middle.

Aaron

While Aaron missed his daughter with all his heart, one of the perks of having the pent all to themselves this weekend was the fact that they could just walk around naked, everything hanging out. Roman had gotten them a great tasting brunch, and they had spent nearly the entire day in bed, being filthy like the gross couple they were. They finally decided to watch RENT together; they had to rewind the movie several times because they got a little too distracted at times but Aaron repeatedly told Roman throughout the movie that he’d make an amazing Angel. Finally, he turned to his boyfriend and took a deep breath. This had been on his chest all day. “Okay. We have to talk now.”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman looked like a slightly disgruntled baby when Aaron said they needed to talk, because talking meant they were going to have to face reality, and facing reality just wasn’t wasn’t fun. He liked their bubble, and being stuck in it. “Yeah. I know.” Ro had still been grazing on his lunch, but his pushed it to the side in favor of this conversation. “So. Tell me about Delilah, and what the deal is there.” He looked at his boyfriend, ready to just be hit with it.(edited)

Aaron

His face fell and he sniffled slightly when he straight up asked about his ex — his first love. He cleared his throat and sat up slightly. “Well... You know Marissa and I opened a club named after Delilah — her Delilah and my Delilah. Her Delilah, my friend, she... um,” he swallowed hard. “She died.” He shook his head because that wasn’t the point of this conversation. “We dated on the show. She was my first love.” He confessed. “But. I got scared. And fucked it up. Alison was pregnant, I was scared of that and scared of how in love I was.” He paused, scanning his boyfriend’s face for a reaction.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman watched Aaron. His full focus was on him, watching his reactions, and listening to his words. He didn’t know what to do with that information. He wasn’t mad at Aaron — he knew what it was like, having a first love. Was he a little worried? Maybe. But, he couldn’t fault his boyfriend for having a first love in his past. Who didn’t? “Is that all?” He prompted softly, unsure what ‘fucked it up’ could mean exactly. Ugh, now he really didn’t want to watch that damn show.

Aaron

Aaron sighed. He wouldn’t have to have this conversation if Ro has just watched the show. He turned on his back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Aaron has the show to thank for a lot of his success, his daughter, a lot of his best friends. But there was a lot of heartbreak; the deaths Hayden, Delilah, Jacob were what came to mind to right away. Delilah was both great and heartbreaking. “I got scared with hard far I was falling. I was 21 and had never fallen for someone like that before. I cheated on her, Ro.” He couldn’t make eye contact with him.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman just sat there for a moment, taking in what Aaron had said, and mulling over what to do with the information. He believed he knew Aaron pretty damn well, obviously, but it was clear he had no idea who the man was before they got together. Not really. Maybe he should watch the show...finally give in after all these years, and see what he was missing here. “Oh.” Not the answer Aaron was probably looking for, but it’s all he could think to say right now. It was a mistake he made in his past, right? It didn’t mean he’d do it again. “Maybe it’s good I haven’t seen the show then, yeah?” He tried to joke.

Aaron

Aaron made a line with his lips. He could tell Roman was trying to keep this a light hearted conversation, but Aaron wasn’t having it. His heart was beating out of his chest. “I wasn’t trying to keep this from you, Ro. Jus’ for the record... It’s — I mean it was on TV.” He told him. He finally sat up and faced the Brit. “Roman, I was a really dumb kid. Then my dad died and I — I just freaked out and sabotaged my own relationship.” He reaches for his boyfriend’s hand. “I would never do that to you, Ro.” He told him. It was true. Aaron had matured so much since the show had ended; since he broke up with Delilah and Aria. Not to mention, he knew what he wanted now. He wasn’t a dumb kid just trying to have fun on a reality show.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

“I know you weren’t trying to keep it from me.” Roman assured the other, the corners of his lips dropping at the mention of Aaron’s dad dying. It was a sore topic, one they rarely talked about, and the last thing Ro wanted was for Aaron to feel like he needed to save face for something he did years ago, when he didn’t even know Roman. “Thanks for telling me, but I’m not concerned. Okay? I know you wouldn’t do that.” He placed a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I trust you.”

Aaron

Aaron nodded once, his eyes wondering for a moment before falling on Roman's face once again. He did notice Roman's face when he spoke about his father, but he chose to ignore it. He really did *not *want to get that on topic. The weight that had been on Aaron's shoulder's since last night dropped and he took a deep breath in and out when he told him that he trusted him. Thank god. "Okay, thank you." He kissed the back of his hand. "Now tell me about Khai. What exactly did I do to piss him off?"

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman shook his head when Aaron asked about Khai, because the whole mess with both him, and Jay last night was kind of a disaster. He felt as if it had been worked out, but there was still a heavy uneasiness. “Honestly Aaron...I don’t know that you’re doing anything wrong per-say. He thinks you hate him, and Jay I think just dislikes seeing us together. I dunno.” He sighed and looked down at the sheets where his hand was now laying.

Aaron

Aaron bit his lip. He didn’t know quite what to say. He didn’t hate Khai, but he was definitely his least favorite person. He tried hard not to talk about how much it bother Aaron when he called his boyfriend ‘babe’ or talked about getting him naked. He didn’t like the way he treated Landon or Emily. He didn’t like the way he always made Roman worry about him. He especially didn’t like the fact that Roman was still in love with him. “I don’t hate Khai. I don’t like him, but I don’t hate him. I choose to not engage with him unless i have to or am spoken to directly, and i don’t see the issue with that. And Jayc...I don’t even know what to say about that anymore, Ro. She’s seeing someone else who makes her happy, and I’m not going to avoid doing things like celebrating your birthday with you because it makes her upset. Maybe that makes me an asshole...” He shrugged.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman understood where Aaron was coming from, of course he did. If the roles were reversed, Ro would feel the exact same way, and that's why he felt so stuck here. The only common denominator was himself, and he knew that he had really upset a lot of people with his terrible decision making over the last several months. There wasn't anything he could do about that now though, so. He felt kind of fucked. "She broke up with Lane..." Roman trailed off, because maybe that didn't even matter, but it was yet another thing he had to feel bad about, because that was probably his fault as well. "I jus' feel like I really screwed them up Aaron, and it eats away at me...I think about it almost all the time. This was all my fault, and I broke them, and how do I deal with that?" He asked with his eyes now starting to water a bit. "I dunno."

Aaron

Aaron’s face twisted with confusion. The last time he spoke to Jaycee she seemed so happy with Lane and Levi. “Oh — why?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. He sighed and laid down next to him. “You broke up with them, Roman. You didn’t do anything wrong. Your relationship didn’t work out. You didn’t do anything wrong. That’s normal. Maybe I’m selfish because that lead you to me, but fuck it at this point.” He said, kind of laughing a little bit.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman just continued to look down at the sheets, knowing that despite the slight truth in what Aaron was saying, he still couldn't help but feel like the bad guy here. There was still love there from his last relationship, the months and months of effort he'd put into it, and trying to force himself to open up. He'd hurt his ex's, but he'd also hurt his best friends, and it seemed like it was only getting harder and harder to deal with. "I know. I mean, I'm happy with you. I don't want you to ever think that I'm not." He felt bad for how much he was effected by Khai and Jaycee, really wishing he wasn't. "I jus' wish this all could be so much smoother. Pipe dream."

Aaron

It was hard not to feel threatened by romans exes. The history he shared with them was daunting. He felt like he would never be able to compare to that. It gave him anxiety in the form of a pit in his stomach. It was a constant pit that he had been trying to ignore for a while. Maybe that’s why he hated Khai so much. Not because of any of the reasons that seemed logical. Maybe it was just because of pure jealously and the overall feeling of thinking that of Roman was going to leave Aaron for anyone — it’d be Khai. “I don’t know what to say.” He admitted.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman sucked his lips into his mouth while nodding, because he understood. What could Aaron say? This wasn't his mess, it was Ro's, and yet now, as his boyfriend, he was automatically in the middle, and he hated that. "I know. You don't have to say anythin', it is what it is." He cleared his throat, and then finally flicked his gaze up to meet the other's. "I'm sorry. I know this is a mess, but we'll get through it, okay?"

Aaron

Aaron shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. Please. It’s not your fault. We’ll get through it.” He repeated with a confident nod and a warm smile. “I love you.” He slid his fingers through his boyfriend’s and gave him a light squeeze. He was still a little hesitant though. This was Roman’s birthday weekend, and now they were forced to have a conversation about each other’s ex’s. “I hope that drama didn’t ruin your night.” He was actually a little upset that things couldn’t have been put the back burner for another time. He just wanted Ro to be able to enjoy his weekend.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Ro just gave Aaron a small smirk, pressing his lips together when he mentioned hoping it hadn’t ruined his night. Maybe the club part of it, yeah, but Aaron had more than made up for it that evening. “You made it a good night. I promise.” He squeezes his boyfriend’s hand, and then leaned in to press his lips to the smaller’s, lingering there for a moment before he was smirking, and pushing the man onto his back. He was tired of talking about bad shit. Instead, he crawled on top of Aaron to straddle him, and pinned his arms down above his head. “I almost forgot we have the place to ourselves...”

Aaron

A wave of happiness flooded over Aaron when he boyfriend smirked at him then leaned in for a kiss. No matter the circumstance, Roman always found ways to make Aaron happy. Whether it was just by being with him, making him laugh, or being like a father to his kid, it was impossible to be sad for long when he was around Roman. He was suddenly smiling again as his back hit the bed. He smirked as he felt his arms being pinned up over his head. "How could you forget? I've been thinking about touching you again since that movie ended." He admitted, smirking up at him .

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman smirked at Aaron’s comment, loving so much that they’d stayed in bed all day, but yeah, it was hard to behave thanks to that as well. Aaron always turned him on, but especially right now, like this. “Is that so?” He tilted his head, keeping his eyes on the other male before he was moving one hand away from Aaron’s wrist, to cup his jaw instead. Ro leaned down to press his lips against his boyfriend’s once more, this time taking a little longer to taste him, and massage their tongues together.

Aaron

"Mhmm...it's gotten nearly impossible for me not to think about touching you all the time." As soon as Aaron's hand was free, he wrapped his arm around the small of his boyfriend's back and pulled him into him a little closer to his chest. The bar owner's mouth opened wide, tonguing the other while little hums escaped his lips. His hand wondered lower to rest on Ro's ass.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Ro was grinding down against the other’s crotch now, because he was a needy ho, and it’s almost like he couldn’t control himself when it came to this. Especially when Aaron decided to just grab his ass like that, only making him more, and more needy. He secured his teeth around Aaron’s bottom lip, and pulled with a light growl. It’s like Ro was incapable of being slow, and romantic in bed, but he couldn’t help how primal Aaron made him feel.

Aaron

Aaron wondered how long they could just make out like regular people, but the hard between Aaron's legs was telling him that it wasn't going to be much long. Aaron brought his hand from his ass to the other's curly hair, grabbing a fistful of his locks and tugging on them slightly. Roman's growls drove him absolutely insane -- they were hot as fuck. Aaron thought about suggesting they go to their new sex room, but he needed him right now.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Ro was really getting turned on now, more and more, somehow...he wasn’t even sure how that was possible. He moved his lips to Aaron’s jaw, then down to his neck so he could bite him there. He wanted to make a mark, though he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not. It’s not like Aaron was used to covering up with makeup. But god, he wanted to!! “Can I mark you?” Roman rasped as he pulled back to look down into Aaron’s amazingly blue eyes.

Aaron

Aaron gripped his boyfriend's hair even tighter when Ro moved his lips to his neck, squirming a little under his larger body. He smiled, pupils dilating when Roman asked to mark him -- because fuck yes. Aaron let go of his hair and placed his hands on both of Ro's shoulders. "Please mark the fuck out of me." He practically begged him. He was typically careful (besides last night) when he marked Roman, knowing he was an actor and needed to make sure he was in character while he was onstage. In his line of work, Aaron got praised for showing up with marks on him. Not that he was thinking about that right now.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman smiled wide when he was given the green light, probably looking at this moment like he’d been abused by his boyfriend the night before. Well, he kind of had been, but only for the sake of a fucking fantastic orgasm. It was worth it, every single time. “Good answer.” He cooed prior to leaning in, and pressing his lips once again to the side of his boyfriend’s neck. He kissed softly at first, and then began to suck, and attack the skin with his teeth. It felt like something he had to do, or he might explode. Ro just wanted to bite the shit out of Aaron, he couldn’t help it. After the first few seconds, Roman dropped a hand between the smaller’s legs to grab the man through his underwear. He wanted to feel him, and work his lover to full hardness.

Aaron

Aaron couldn’t help but smile when Ro gave him that signature, crooked grin that had charmed the pants right off of him when they first met. Literally. He loved that stupid fucking smile just as much as he loved Roman. Aaron closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of Roman’s lips on neck, and bit down on his bottom lip as his boyfriend kissed him softly at first, hands finding his curly hair again. His mouth gaped open as soon as Roman started gnawing at his skin. He knew all the right places to touch that got him going. “Roman.” He moaned out when his boyfriend started feeling him up through his boxers which caused his dick to press up against the expensive fabric.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman tended to be pretty good at worshipping his partner in bed. He just loved appreciating a beautiful body, and Aaron certainly had one of those. “Aaron.” He countered when his boyfriend moaned his name, working his palm at the man’s clothes erection while he continued to suck on his neck. He was taking pride in this hickey, and needed to make sure it was perfect, to his standards.

Aaron

Aaron let out a loud moan. Probably one of his loudest to date. God, he could stay like this all day. Roman had made him feel like a fucking king countless times at this point and right now was no exception. He liked that Roman was taking his sweet time on his skin. Aaron could feel his heart beat against his chest as he began to pant. Shit felt fucking good. He reached between their sweaty bodies to cup Ro’s length in the same fashion.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman let out a moan of his own when Aaron got loud like that, because he was so used to them trying to be discreet most days, that was such a lovely change. He hummed against his boyfriend’s lips when his own cock was touched, his length flexing against Aaron’s touch. “Mmm...” Ro moaned, and then decided to reach through the front of Aaron’s boxer briefs to bring out his length, and wrap his fingers around it to tug.

Aaron

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, as the other started stroking him. He fisted the other’s boxers to start sliding them down to his ankles and quickly doing the same with his. Dominance suddenly taking over, Aaron rolled them over so that he was now the one straddling his boyfriend and hovering over him. He leaned down to kiss his collarbone. “Mm... you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He teased, darken eyes looking up at him. Aaron ran his hand along Roman’s length, circling the tip with his thumb. “Tell me how bad you want me inside you.”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Fuck, Ro did always enjoy a little battle of dominance. Aaron loved being in control almost as much as Roman loved giving it to him, Christ. He was smirking in a quite naughty way as he boyfriend looked down at him with those dark eyes, making him squirm, and gasp the second he felt the man’s thumb rub into his pre cum. “So bad, daddy. I want you to fuck me like the bad boy I am.” He rasped, and thrusted his hips up to chase the feeling.

Aaron

“That’s right.” It was almost funny how Aaron was Roman’s baby everywhere except the bedroom. Here, Aaron was still Daddy. It was a kink they had played out for a while, and one that Aaron still thoroughly enjoyed. Aaron reached for the nearly empty bottle of lube that had been thrown on the floor after they used it during the movie. Aaron squirted some lube onto his fingertips, pressing his digits inside of him slowly to open him up making sure he continued his big, slow strokes around Roman’s length.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman immediately spread his legs for Aaron when he lubed up his fingers, craving feeling them inside of him again, even though it hadn’t been that long in between the last instance. Ro was a whore for Aaron. Oh well. His hips lifted to chase the sensation of the other’s hand around his cock, being somewhat impatient even though he shouldn’t be. The draw out was the nice part, but it just felt so good. “Daddy...” he moaned, tilting his chin upwards as he peered at his boyfriend through a half hooded gaze.

Aaron

Aaron didn't think he'd even been so sexually attracted to someone like this before. Maybe it was just because he was in the moment, but the fact that all he wanted to do was fuck his boyfriend 24/7 had to mean something. Maybe he was just filthy. When Aaron that Roman was ready for him, he took his fingers out from inside of him and lubed himself up. He grabbed Ro's leg and hung it over his shoulder to make sure he could get the perfect angle before his length slowly entered the other. "Fuck." He groaned as his slid into him.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman really couldn’t think of much he loved more than being bent in half by Aaron. Ro had always been pretty flexible, and damn if it didn’t come in handy. He took in deep breaths as his boyfriend lined up, and then slid inside of him, making his head drop back while he did his best to relax around Aaron’s length. Ro couldn’t even find the breath to curse at this point, instead just grabbing Aaron’s forearm, and squeezing with a low moan.

Aaron

Aaron leaned forward on his leg slightly, bringing the other's leg closer to his chest. His thick hair fell over his forehead as he looked down at Roman, watching his face twist when he entered him. Aaron wrapped his arm tightly around Roman's leg and started with slow, intentional thrusts. His hand found the taller's neck, and he lightly squeezed his hand around his windpipe. "Jesus f-fucking christ...Oo-Aaahh..."

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Ro’s neck was still a little sore from last night, so added pressure to the light bruising caused tears to prick at his eyes, but he didn’t care. He liked it, he enjoyed the pain. It was fucked up, and he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself from finding pleasure in it. He gasped, and leaned back to press his throat against Aaron’s hand even harder while the actor began to squeeze around the cock inside of him. Ro felt so good, and full, and he could tell that his boyfriend was clearly enjoying it as well. “Yeah, baby...” he rasped, voice slightly distorted from the strain on his vocal cords.

Aaron

Aaron could tell Roman was eager for him to crush down on his neck even harder. He squeezed a little hard, still being cautious about how much pressure he was putting on his neck and watching his boyfriend's face for cues that told him he was pushing the limit. But Roman didn't appear like he wanted Aaron to let up anytime soon. Still, he remained alert. The way his boyfriend called out for him; how strained and raspy the word 'baby' escaped his lips. It was fucking euphoric. Aaron pants became quicker as he started picking up his pace, hips thrusting faster and harder in and out of the other.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Poor Aaron was having to work hard now, putting in all of the physical effort as he fucked, and choked his boyfriend. Roman was messed up, he knew he was. Honestly, the boy needed years, and years of counseling to unpack everything going on in his head. BUT, all he could really know was what he enjoyed, not wanting to think about the why. Ro started to move his hips along with Aaron’s thrusts, giving him some slack so he could keep up the pace with half the effort. He lifted a hand next to place over his boyfriend’s forearm, not because he wanted him to let up, but because there was something so erotic about holding on, and accepting his fate. He was a slave to Aaron’s control right now, literally trusting him with his life. And he did. He trusted Aaron with everything, and it was fucking terrifying.

Aaron

Roman was no doubt the kinkiest sexual partner that Aaron had ever been with. He honestly loved being able to explore his kinks with him; trying knew things with him and trusting Roman more than anyone. He would have to with all of the things he had tried for the first time with Roman -- things that Roman had done countless other times before. Aaron's head fell back on his shoulders for a brief moment as his abdomen tightened and hips started bucking uncontrollably, but he caught himself and looked back down at Ro. He needed to keep eye contact with him 1. because he needed to read his face to make sure that he was okay, and 2. because eye contact during sex was hot as fuck. "I'm gonna cum, Roman. Fuck."

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman looked up at Aaron with parted lips, pulling in air through wheezes, and small sounds that could barely get through. He was so close as well, but couldn’t really say that. Instead, he squeezed around his boyfriend’s cock in response, and slipped his tongue out to wet his lips. Ro was squirming a bit, curling his toes along side the building of his orgasm. Within moments, he was bucking his hips with his climax, shooting cum all over them both with light whimpers.

Aaron

Roman obviously couldn't speak, but his movements and facial expressions were worth a thousand words. Aaron smiled when his boyfriend made a mess all over them. He gave his neck once last tight squeeze as he came hot into his boyfriend's ass. "Fuck!" He let up on Ro's neck and fell down next to him after he came. He turned his head to look over at him, chest falling up and down as he tried to catch his breath. "You okay?" He asked, raising his brow.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman let out a round of coughs when Aaron finally let up, his breaths coming in heavy as he tried to catch up on his lack of oxygen. He felt dizzy, but not in a bad way. Orgasming with a lack of air was always a rush, hard to describe, but extremely pleasurable. It only looked, and sounded like he was dying. But yeah, he was a-okay!! “Yeah.” Ro rasped, turning his head to look at his boyfriend with his signature post sex, lopsided grin. “More than okay.” He cheesed.

Aaron

Aaron loved that stupid fucking grin. It never failed to make him smile in return. "Good." Aaron mused, rolling back on top of his partner to peck the bruise on his neck. "Hmm...you think Elton John is into breatheplay? Because if you can't cover this with makeup..." He joked, raising his head to look down at the other and chuckle. His smile faded a little bit, as his mind wondered back to the conversation they had had earlier. "I really fucking love you. And I know it hurts...and maybe I'm wrong for saying this...but I wouldn't change anything about us. How we met and fell in love. I'd do it over again, Roman." He confessed.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman goofy grinned all through Aaron’s little joke about Elton John being into breathplay, even reaching out to playfully grab the other’s chin, and shake it. That adorable fucking chin cleft. Sigh. His Clark. When he expression changed though, so did Ro’s, and his eyes moved all over Aaron’s face for answers as he spoke. He hadn’t expected to get so emotional after what they’d just done, but those words meant a lot to him right now, and he couldn’t help but get soft. “We wouldn’t have what we have without the way it happened. I can’t regret it either.” He pressed his lips together, and placed his right palm against his boyfriend’s jaw. “I really fucking love you, too.”

Aaron

Aaron licked his lips and took a deep breath, smiling lightly as the other spoke. He sighed with relief. He wasn't sure why he was expecting a different answer at this point; expecting the worst. He knew Roman loved him, and wanted to be with him it was just so hard to push the dark thoughts out of his head that he was going to want to go back to Khai or Jaycee or even Landon. Moments like these reassured him though. He cuddled his cheek into Ro's palm, and just took in the moment for a while. "Should we shower and clean up? Maybe go for round 4 in there?" He said, finally.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ✩

Roman smirked when Aaron asked if they should go for round 4 in the shower, chuckling as he moved his hand away, and rolled onto his back with a hand in his hair. “Yeah. I think we should definitely do that.” Ro giggled, and lulled his head to the side, looking at his boyfriend’s face with a dimpled grin. He was happy. There were a lot of uncertainty still in the future, but he couldn’t deny his feelings for Aaron. Those, were certain, and he had to cling to them for as long as he could.

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