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The second wave of fans had just cleared out when Fourth excused himself to go to the restroom. Gemini’s eyes tracked him discreetly, lingering just a moment too long on the sway of Fourth’s hips, before turning his attention back to the fans still seated in front of him.

They’d been inseparable since Gemini confessed a few months ago. Clingy texts, daily FaceTimes, waking up tangled in each other, it was all normal now. Gemini calling Fourth upset simply because he wasn’t in the same bed had become a running joke between them, though neither of them laughed too hard when it actually happened. Everything was perfect.

Even the sex.

Especially the sex.

Or, at least, it used to be.

Fourth loved getting destroyed by Gemini. Every brutal thrust, every filthy growl in his ear, every morning he woke up sore and satisfied, it all left him drunk on Gemini’s touch. But then, one night, Gemini had fucked him so hard, so deep, so relentlessly that Fourth actually fainted. Gemini hadn’t recovered from it.

Since then, everything changed. Now, Gemini only made love to him. Gentle strokes. Long kisses. Soft whispers of I love you as he rocked into Fourth, slow and steady. It was beautiful. Intimate. Fourth loved it, the first few times. And maybe still did.

But it wasn’t enough.

What he craved wasn’t tender. It wasn’t slow. He wanted to be taken, ruined and fucked until he couldn’t remember his own name. Not “I love you, I’ll never hurt you” slow, but “I love you, and I’m going to ruin you” brutal. Possessive. Hungry. Hot.

And Gemini wouldn’t give it to him. Not anymore.

Fourth tried provoking him. Little things like teasing, denying, and bratty remarks. It never worked. It always ended in soft, careful sex. Gemini stroking his cheek like Fourth was made of glass.

That’s when Fourth saw the ads.

Tabs chocolate. The new talk of the internet. Aphrodisiac-infused sweets in three flavours. He ordered the diverse pack that same night without telling Gemini. It took two weeks to arrive, and he went straight for the pink one: Cherry Rose. There was something about that flavour. It looked prettier. Felt… more dangerous.

They got busy. Schedules clashed. The chocolate sat in his bag unopened. Then came the Japan trip for the concert. In a rush, Fourth tossed the box in his suitcase, half-forgetting about it until the day after Gemini pulled a few stunts on stage during a practice session, scandalous ones…grabbing Fourth’s waist, whispering things in his ear, gripping his wrist a little too long in front of a screaming crew.

That was it.

Fourth was done waiting.

When he returned from the restroom, the small, neatly wrapped bar was tucked under his sleeve. His palms were sweating. His heart pounded, a soft thud-thud against his ribs as he walked back to his seat beside Gemini and sat down like nothing had changed.

Without a word, Fourth pulled out the chocolate, holding it between two fingers by one end, and pushed the other towards Gemini’s hand.

“A snack?” he asked, his voice calm, even as his pulse roared in his ears.

Gemini blinked down at the chocolate, took the offered side with a smirk, and snapped it in half. He popped the piece into his mouth. Fourth mirrored the motion, chewing on his half as his fingers fidgeted anxiously in his lap.

Fifteen minutes passed.

The last wave of fans was seated, but Gemini was starting to shift. Subtly at first, a tug of his collar, a roll of his shoulders. His body was heating up. His skin itched under his jacket. And Fourth…fuck, Fourth looked obscene.

Every blink, every turn of his head, every lazy drag of his fingers over the mic stand looked like foreplay. His lips were too pink. His breathing too shallow. His lashes fluttered like he knew.

Gemini’s cock stirred in his pants.

This was bad.

Or maybe it was perfect.

Fourth could feel it too, the flush in his chest climbing up his neck, the ache in his belly, the sharp pull of desire as Gemini sat just inches away. He was dizzy with the need to be touched. Kissed. Pinned. Fucked.

Gemini wasn’t subtle anymore. His leg bounced slightly under the table. His knuckles went white where he gripped the mic. He was flushed down to his collarbone and trying desperately to stay still.

Fourth leaned forward, pretending like one of the crew had told him something. He moved close to Gemini’s ear, lips brushing against the shell as he whispered:

“Don’t react… but the chocolate…” he paused just long enough to feel Gemini’s breath hitch. “It was Tabs. An aphrodisiac chocolate.”

Gemini froze.

Rammed into stone-stillness, like his brain short-circuited.

Fourth pulled back just a little and smiled, smug and lethal.

“Should hit in another fifteen minutes,” he added, voice all sugar and sin. “Try not to get hard in front of the fans.”

Then he pulled away completely, settling back into his chair with the face of an angel, as if he hadn't just lit Gemini on fire from the inside out.

Gemini stared straight ahead, stunned. Motionless. His pulse thundered in his throat.

Fourth smirked.

To Gemini’s immense relief, it was all over ten minutes later. The final fan waved goodbye, the lights dimmed almost immediately, and the atmosphere backstage melted into shadowed stillness. The moment darkness swallowed the stage, Gemini reached out and found Fourth’s hand, gripping it tight before yanking him in for a bruising, desperate kiss.

No one could really see what was happening in the shadows of the stage, but if they did, it would’ve been Gemini kissing Fourth like a man starved. Like he’d been waiting hours, weeks, to get his mouth on him again. His lips crashed onto Fourth’s with such hunger that Fourth whimpered into the kiss, high and needy, the sound making Gemini’s cock twitch in his pants.

They didn’t have much time.

They heard footsteps approaching, one of the crew, most likely coming to escort them backstage. Gemini reluctantly pulled away, both of them breathless, stepping apart like nothing had happened. Fourth wiped his mouth discreetly as the crew arrived, praising the “chemistry” and “raw energy” on stage. Gemini and Fourth played along with practised smiles, even as their pulses thundered.

Gemini wasted no time.

He pulled one of their managers aside and whispered urgently, something about wanting a little private time with Fourth before heading back to the hotel. Said the fans were gone. The hotel was nearby. No risk of being seen. He could already see the scepticism written all over their manager’s face, until Gemini casually handed over his card and promised to cover dinner for the entire team.

Problem solved.

Fourth couldn’t help the smirk that curled on his lips as he watched Gemini’s card being passed off. Within seconds, he was being pulled away, guided swiftly by Gemini into what looked like a spare, unused dressing room. The door clicked shut behind them.

Gemini’s mouth was back on his instantly.

No patience. No restraint. Just a messy, claiming kiss, all teeth and tongue and groans as he slammed their bodies together. Fourth whimpered as Gemini’s hands found his waist, dragging their hips flush. The friction, hard cocks pressed against each other made them both gasp.

Fourth moaned shamelessly, drowning in the kiss as Gemini took full control, his tongue invading Fourth’s mouth, tasting every inch, playing with him like a toy. The kiss got messier by the second, and Fourth could feel drool trailing down his chin.

When he finally ran out of breath, Fourth pushed lightly against Gemini’s chest, a signal. Gemini broke the kiss, but didn’t go far. Instead, he latched onto Fourth’s neck, biting down just hard enough to make his knees buckle.

“Did the slow sessions bore you that much, baby?” Gemini growled against his throat, voice low and dark. “Is that why you pulled this little stunt?”

Fourth’s legs trembled at the sound, so much deeper, rougher than usual. It hit him right in the gut.

“No,” he moaned, shameless. “But I was definitely missing it.”

Gemini let out a dark chuckle. He grinded harder against Fourth at that answer, like he couldn’t help himself. The friction made them both groan.

He kissed along Fourth’s neck again, slower this time, before pulling back and locking eyes with him eyes blown wide with lust.

“Should we extend our stay?” Gemini murmured, casually thrusting his hips forward again, a lazy, teasing grind.

Fourth smirked. “Why? To go sightseeing?”

That smirk dropped when Gemini’s hands cupped his ass, squeezing firmly, yanking him in even closer.

“Yeah,” Gemini whispered darkly. “We could sightsee the different positions I’ll fuck you in back at my room.”

Fourth gasped, eyes wide, lip caught between his teeth as his thighs instinctively clenched. Gemini didn’t stop. He stepped back, and Fourth followed like a magnet, desperate to stay close, unwilling to let go. Gemini’s back hit the wall behind him, and Fourth was instantly on him again, lips trailing down Gemini’s neck like it was his favourite drink.

“Nong…” Gemini rasped.

Fourth looked up, eyes soft and heavy with need. “Yes, phi…” he breathed.

Gemini’s hand came up, stroking Fourth’s cheek so gently, a brief contrast to what he had planned. His other hand dropped to Fourth’s shoulder, pressing down lightly.

“Kneel for Phi… Won’t you?”

The words settled between them like a command Fourth had been dying to obey.

Without hesitation, Fourth sank to his knees, eager and compliant, eyes never leaving Gemini’s. Gemini chuckled, low and dangerous, bending just enough to bring his thumb to Fourth’s lips. He pried them open with a quiet groan, pushing the digit in slowly.

Fourth sucked it in with no resistance, getting it wet, swirling his tongue around the finger like it was Gemini’s cock. Gemini moaned at the sight, dragging his finger back out slowly before tracing it across Fourth’s flushed face, smearing the spit across his cheek like a mark.

Fourth’s eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching, lost in the sensation.

Then he felt it.

Pressure.

Something heavy pressing down on his crotch.

His eyes snapped open and looked down.

Gemini’s right leg.

He had his thigh casually propped up against Fourth’s clothed cock, pressing down just enough too much and Fourth nearly came right there.

He choked on a gasp, hands trembling as he grabbed Gemini’s leg, trying to stop himself from rutting against it.

“Wanna cum, Nong?” Gemini teased, voice laced with amusement at how wrecked Fourth looked. “Hmm?”

Fourth whimpered.

No words. Just the sound of someone on the brink of losing it.

“Phi’s gonna make you cum so many times tonight,” Gemini growled, eyes dark, cock straining in his pants. “So go ahead.”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Cum.”

And that was all it took.

Fourth gasped high, sharp as his body gave in. His hips bucked hard against Gemini’s leg as he came in his pants with a desperate moan, his fingers digging into Gemini’s thigh. His entire body shuddered, trembling through the high as Gemini watched him, proud, possessive, smirking like the devil who owned him.

Fourth’s face burned red the moment it hit him he had just cum in his pants like a teenager, rutting shamelessly against Gemini’s thigh. Embarrassing? Maybe. But at this point? He could hardly bring himself to care.

It had been nearly forty-five minutes since they ate the Tab's chocolate, and everything was too much. The heat, the fabric, the tightness in his clothes, it all felt suffocating. His skin prickled, cock already twitching again beneath the soaked fabric of his boxers.

“Phi… fast,” Fourth begged, voice breaking as he looked up through wet lashes, his eyes glassy with tears of frustration and arousal. His chest heaved, jaw slack and trembling.

Gemini looked down at him calm, composed, cruelly slow as if he had all the time in the world, even though the outline of his cock straining in his pants told a different story.

But Fourth wasn’t about to wait.

He reached up with shaky hands, fingers finding Gemini’s belt, yanking it open without ceremony. He unzipped his pants with trembling urgency and tugged both the trousers and boxers down in one smooth pull, and Gemini stepped out of them.

Gemini’s cock sprang free flushed, hard, leaking.

Fourth didn’t even blink.

He dove in like a cock-starved slut, mouth wide open, wrapping his lips around Gemini’s length like he hadn’t tasted him in weeks. He moaned around the thickness as it pushed into his mouth, hot and heavy against his tongue.

Gemini groaned, low and satisfied, fingers threading through Fourth’s growing hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. “You really needed this, huh?”

His hand settled on the back of Fourth’s head, firm, guiding, and Fourth felt his throat tighten at the weight of it. He moaned louder, bobbing deeper, the crown of Gemini’s cock hitting the back of his throat again and again.

This.

This was what he wanted. On his knees. Gemini’s hand in his hair. His jaw aching. Spit dripping from his chin.

He was hard again already.

Gemini’s thrusts grew rougher, more erratic. Fourth choked a little, the intrusion bruising his throat, but it only made his cock throb harder. The pressure. The stretch. The soft gagging sounds he made each time Gemini bottomed out it was all too much and still not enough.

Then Gemini stilled.

He held himself deep in Fourth’s throat, hips pressed against his lips, cock pulsing down his neck. Fourth’s eyes watered, breath stolen, but he stayed there obediently, letting Gemini calm down, fists clenched at his sides from the effort.

Finally, Gemini pulled out with a wet pop, and Fourth gasped for air, tears spilling freely. His face was a flushed mess, lips swollen and spit-slick, but his smile was nothing short of blissful.

“Phi Gemini…” he whimpered, voice wrecked, hoarse from being used as a cock sleeve.

Gemini looked down at him, eyes dark with lust, chest rising with every shallow breath. “That chocolate of yours was really good,” he drawled, smug. “We should stock up on more.”

He chuckled, rubbing the head of his cock lazily across Fourth’s parted lips not pushing in, not pulling away just teasing.

“Phi…” Fourth whined, tongue flicking out in a weak attempt to taste more. Gemini just grinned at the sight.

“Nong…” he said, voice turning commanding, “your clothes are in my way. Take that off for me.”

Fourth didn’t hesitate.

He kicked off his shoes and socks first, hands shaking as he yanked open the buttons of his jean shirt, dropping it to the floor. His pants followed next, pooling around his ankles. He stepped out of them, now in nothing but cum-stained boxers, the soaked fabric sticking to his skin in the most humiliating way.

There was a very obvious wet patch spreading over his crotch, evidence of just how far gone he already was.

Gemini stared, eyes hungry, smirk widening.

For a moment, he considered bending down and licking Fourth’s cum straight off the damp fabric but why would he waste time on that?

The real thing was right there.

“God, look at you,” Gemini murmured with a chuckle. “You’re really such a little slut, huh?”

He bent down, fingers wrapping around Fourth’s throat gently at first, then squeezing just enough to make Fourth’s pupils dilate.

“Want Phi’s cock that bad, baby?”

Fourth’s eyes rolled back at the pressure, his mouth falling open, tongue poking out like an obedient pet. He didn’t even answer, didn’t need to. His expression said everything.

Gone was the sweet, polished idol. What knelt before Gemini now was a desperate, fucked-out mess. A whimpering, needy, cock-hungry thing that wanted nothing more than to be ruined again.

Gemini urged Fourth to stand, his hand still curled possessively around that flushed, slender neck. He applied just enough pressure to guide Fourth upright, then let his fingers trail down, grazing collarbones slick with sweat. With a low grunt, Gemini nudged him backwards, taking slow, dominant steps forward as Fourth stumbled slightly in retreat until his bare back finally hit the cold edge of the dressing station tucked into the corner of the room.

“Boxers,” Gemini ordered, his voice like gravel dipped in lust.

Fourth obeyed instantly, hooking his fingers into the waistband and tugging the soaked fabric down, letting it drop to the floor. Gemini was already halfway there, stripping off his jacket in one smooth motion, popping open the buttons of his shirt with a speed born of urgency, not carelessness. Within seconds, both of them stood completely naked, chests rising, sweat already slicking their skin despite the icy flow of the room’s air conditioning.

But neither of them felt cold.

Gemini’s eyes locked on a single bead of sweat, one glistening trail sliding slowly from Fourth’s temple down along his cheek, dripping off the edge of his sharp jaw. Without thinking, Gemini surged forward and caught it with his tongue.

Salty. Human. His.

Somehow, that turned him on more than it should’ve.

He moaned against Fourth’s skin before claiming his lips again, kissing him hard, wet and breathless and then spun him around like he weighed nothing, positioning him in front of the well-lit mirror above the station.

Fourth barely had time to register the shift before Gemini dropped to his knees behind him.

Large hands spread Fourth’s cheeks, thumbs firm as Gemini dove in tongue hot and wet and unrelenting. Fourth gasped, his head lolling forward as Gemini mouthed at his hole like a man starved, tongue flicking, licking, kissing. He bit gently at the sensitive skin, lips dragging along the soft flesh just to hear those breathless little sounds escape Fourth’s throat.

Gemini blew lightly against the twitching rim, and Fourth shuddered. His back arched, cock bobbing beneath him, aching to be touched. He pushed his ass back instinctively, silently begging.

“What do you want, Nong?” Gemini asked, voice dark, velvet-smooth, and utterly dangerous.

“Phi…” Fourth croaked, breathless, needy.

Gemini didn’t move.

“Words, baby,” he rasped, pressing a kiss to the inside of Fourth’s thigh. “I need words.”

Fourth whimpered. Gemini’s hands were already there, teasing up and down his trembling thighs. His mouth followed, attaching to the soft skin and sucking hard enough to leave bruises. The stimulation had Fourth’s knees buckling.

“I can do this all day,” Gemini warned, voice sharp now, full of threat and promise. “Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”

Fourth’s voice cracked as he let out a desperate, broken moan.

“Phi- please. Please, I need your mouth. I need your tongue inside. I’m so empty, I- fuck- I need you to eat me out, use me. Please, Phi- please, don’t tease.”

Gemini smirked. That’s what he wanted to hear.

“Good boy,” he purred.

Then he dove back in.

This time, there was no teasing. No slow licking. Gemini latched onto that tight, twitching ring of muscle and sucked hard. Fourth cried out, knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the dresser. Gemini’s tongue pushed in, breaching the tight rim slowly, savouring the way Fourth gasped, his whole body trembling as he was finally filled.

It had been a while. And Fourth was tight, so tight it made Gemini groan into him.

Fourth couldn’t help himself. He started rocking back, desperate little thrusts of his hips, fucking himself on Gemini’s tongue with whimpers that bordered on whines.

But Gemini was done letting him have control.

He grabbed Fourth’s hips and slammed him forward against the dresser. Fourth’s chest met the cold surface with a thud, and Gemini growled, “Behave. Or I’ll leave you here hard and dripping, you understand?”

Fourth whimpered. The brat in him wanted to challenge it, but the aching slut in him was already surrendering.

“Yes, Phi,” he whispered, voice tight.

Gemini returned his mouth to that perfect hole, licking deeply before he slowly slid a finger in alongside his tongue. Fourth screamed, back arching as the intrusion doubled. Gemini moved carefully at first, working the muscle open, stretching him gently.

Then he added a second finger twisting both in, scissoring them as his tongue pressed insistently between. The pressure had Fourth seeing stars.

His legs gave out just slightly, forcing more of his weight onto the dresser. One of his hands reached back blindly, fingers tangling in Gemini’s hair as he moaned helplessly.

“Phi, more- please, don’t stop, I need it,” he cried.

Gemini rewarded him with a third finger.

Fourth’s body jerked. His mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes fluttering shut as Gemini fucked him open with three thick fingers and that sinful tongue. His body rocked between stimulation and overload, so stretched and full he didn’t know where the pleasure started or ended.

Gemini kept going, curling his fingers just right, tongue licking greedily.

Fourth was melting.

The mirror fogged up with his breath. His cock was leaking, untouched. His muscles were twitching, and he didn’t even care anymore that the whole room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of Gemini tongue-fucking him like a man possessed.

He didn’t want it to stop.

Gemini slid in a fourth finger, replacing his tongue with a slick stretch that had Fourth gasping sharply. The intrusion made his knees shake, already pushed to his limits, and yet, he craved more.

Gemini stood up slowly, fingers still knuckle-deep and relentless, driving in and out with brutal precision. His free hand returned to Fourth’s neck, the grip possessive, firm, coaxing his head up until Fourth had no choice but to meet Gemini’s gaze through the mirror.

Their eyes locked.

Gemini leaned in, chest pressed tight against Fourth’s trembling back, hot breath ghosting over his ear. He kissed him again, deep, messy, and all teeth, before pulling back just enough to speak.

“Look,” Gemini growled, lips brushing against Fourth’s ear. “Look at yourself. Look at how much of a slut you are   crying, shaking… just from a few fingers fucking you.”

Fourth’s lips parted, breath hitching at the sheer filth in Gemini’s voice.

“Our fans might still be out there, you know?” Gemini continued, voice thick with amusement, tone dark. “Maybe still waiting… hoping we come back on stage.”

Fourth whimpered, the thought so wrong and so hot it made his stomach flip.

“Should we go out like this?” Gemini teased, curling his fingers inside Fourth’s hole until he found that devastating spot again, the one that made Fourth see stars.

Fourth choked on a sob, his reflection blurring with tears.

“You like that, huh?” Gemini rasped, watching every twitch, every desperate little moan as he pushed deeper. “You like the idea of our fans seeing you like this… getting fucked open on my fingers… and later, my cock?”

Fourth sobbed, his mouth falling open as his eyes rolled back just a little.

Gemini chuckled darkly and slowly pulled his fingers out. The sudden emptiness made Fourth whimper pathetically.

But Gemini didn’t wait.

He shushed him softly, covering Fourth’s mouth with his palm as he positioned the tip of his cock against his hole and slammed in with a single brutal thrust.

Fourth screamed into Gemini’s hand, his entire body jerking forward as his walls clamped tight around the sudden invasion. His knees nearly gave out. Gemini didn’t stop didn’t even pause to let him adjust he simply began fucking him, relentless and rough, using the dresser for leverage.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” Gemini moaned into Fourth’s ear, his voice breathless as he pounded into him.

Fourth nodded frantically, crying into Gemini’s palm, his body writhing against the brutal rhythm.

Gemini shifted his grip, hand sliding from Fourth’s mouth down to his throat once again. He squeezed, just enough to make Fourth’s head spin, stealing his breath for a few sharp seconds before releasing.

“Words, baby,” Gemini warned, slowing down his thrusts to torturous rolls of his hips.

Fourth whimpered, the pace making his body ache. “P-please, Phi… don’t stop,” he begged, voice hoarse and wet. “Need it, need you to fuck me harder. Please, Phi…”

That was all Gemini needed.

He slammed back in with renewed force, every thrust brutal and deep, hitting home like he was trying to split Fourth in half.

“Aren’t you my favorite little whore,” Gemini whispered darkly, kissing Fourth’s cheek before gripping his chin and forcing their mouths back together messy, open-mouthed and panting. “Fuck… look how pretty you look like this. You should’ve just told me you wanted me to break you.”

Fourth sobbed into the kiss, nodding, voice gone.

“I would’ve bred you so fucking good,” Gemini growled against his lips.

That earned him a loud, desperate moan. Fourth’s whole body tensed, muscles clenching around him.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Gemini’s eyes darkened, dragging his gaze down to where their bodies met. “The idea of me fucking you full putting a baby in you. I would if I could, baby. But don’t worry…” He thrust again, deep enough to make Fourth cry out. “I’ll fuck you like this every night until you feel pregnant.”

Fourth’s whole body shook, his hole clenching so tight around Gemini’s cock it nearly made him spill then and there.

“Tell me what you want, Fourth,” Gemini demanded again, his voice raspier now, hips moving faster.

“Mm- wanna cum, Phi,” Fourth moaned out, broken, breathless. “Please… fuck me until I can’t walk anymore. Please, Phi Gemini. I wanna feel you for days- make me sore, fill me up, fuck me so deep I forget my name- ”

And that was it.

Gemini snarled as he shoved in one last time, burying himself fully with a low groan, hips trembling as he came deep inside Fourth thick and hot, spilling into him in long, overwhelming pulses.

Fourth’s own orgasm ripped through him with a scream, untouched cock spurting across the dresser, ropes of cum painting the surface and splattering onto the mirror in front of them.

Gemini stayed there for a beat, panting, forehead resting against Fourth’s shoulder, cock still twitching inside.

Then, slowly, he pulled out.

Fourth collapsed forward onto the dresser, arms trembling too much to hold himself up. Gemini caught him gently, turning him in his arms, lifting him like he weighed nothing.

Fourth instinctively wrapped his legs around Gemini’s waist, arms locking around his neck. He could feel Gemini’s cum leaking out of him, slick and hot against the base of Gemini’s cock.

Still.

Still, he wanted more.

He was exhausted, trembling, wrecked and still he needed him.

By his count, it had only been about an hour since the chocolate hit. That meant another hour of need was still coming. Another hour of Gemini wrecking him again and again.

Fourth grinned, delirious with anticipation.

Gemini clearly saw it too. His eyes were dark, ravenous, and entirely unsatisfied. He carried Fourth to the small couch tucked in the corner of the dressing room and sat down, keeping Fourth in his lap.

“Gemini…” Fourth whispered, voice wrecked but sweet.

Gemini shifted, his cock sliding beneath Fourth’s entrance again, already twitching back to life.

“Want to ride me?” he teased, a smirk curling on his lips. “Didn’t you say in that interview that you wanted to try it sometime?”

Fourth frowned faintly in dazed confusion… but lust always won.

Without a word, he reached down, positioning Gemini’s cock against his hole still dripping, stretched open and pulsing.

And then, slowly, he sank down.

Fourth clung to Gemini, arms looped around his neck, leaving angry red scratches down his back as he slowly seated himself on Gemini’s cock. The stretch had him gasping, tight, trembling, stuffed full. Gemini’s cum still leaked inside, slick and hot, easing the way as Fourth sank down with a helpless whimper.

He bottomed out with a soft sob, head falling onto Gemini’s shoulder as he adjusted to the overwhelming fullness.

Then he started to move.

Slow bounces at first, moaning openly now, his mouth falling open with every jolt of Gemini’s cock inside him. Fourth’s own cock was crushed between their stomachs, overstimulated, untouched, leaking. He’d already come twice, and still, it wasn’t enough.

“Gem…” Fourth whined, his thighs spreading further, needy and twitching as he began bouncing faster, riding Gemini’s cock with frantic desperation.

Gemini didn’t move. He just sat there, relaxed, amused, smug, letting Fourth fuck himself raw on his cock.

“You slowing down, baby?” Gemini asked, voice low and dark with amusement. “Want something to keep you going?”

Fourth nodded, lips trembling, still fucking himself through the haze. His body kept moving even though his brain was floating somewhere in the clouds.

“What is it, hmm?” Gemini coaxed, leaning forward, voice brushing against Fourth’s cheek like sin. “Tell me, baby.”

Fourth whimpered, shame and need flooding his voice. “Um… Phi- degrade me, Gem…”

Gemini’s eyes flared with heat.

“Please,” Fourth begged, hips still rolling, clenching desperately around Gemini’s cock. “I need to be used by you. Praise me, break me, ruin me like I’m just a hole- like a toy. Like your fleshlight, your cocksleeve, your cumdump- please, Phi.”

He shuddered, eyes fluttering.

“Love me and ruin me. Fuck me so hard no one else will ever satisfy me again. Make me useless to anyone that isn’t you. Please, Phi Gemini. Please.”

Gemini snapped.

In one brutal motion, he grabbed Fourth’s thighs, lifting him off his lap, spinning them both around. He dropped Fourth onto the sofa like he weighed nothing, legs spread, chest heaving, hole leaking.

And then Gemini was on him again, slamming inside with a force that rattled the frame of the couch.

“You want to be my little cum dumpster, baby?” Gemini snarled, thrusting so deep Fourth’s eyes rolled back. “My cum’s dripping out of you and you’re still begging for more?”

Fourth sobbed, clutching at the cushions, hips rising to meet every brutal thrust.

“Fucking pathetic,” Gemini groaned, grabbing his neck again and yanking him upright, forcing his back against Gemini’s chest.

His other hand dropped to Fourth’s cum-slick stomach, pressing flat against the skin.

“Oh?” Gemini murmured darkly. “Look at this.”

He pushed in hard, cock pulsing, and Fourth screamed, Gemini’s cock outlined beneath the thin skin of his belly, visible with every deep stroke.

“Filled to the brim, huh?” Gemini chuckled. “I’m not stopping until you can’t walk. Or speak. Or think.”

He bit down on Fourth’s earlobe, sharp, possessive.

“Bet you feel every twitch, huh?” Gemini hissed. “All the way up your spine?”

Fourth could only moan.

“Can’t take it?” Gemini taunted, hips snapping into him. “But you begged for this.”

Fourth sobbed, the overstimulation making his whole body shake.

“Such a dramatic little slut. Crying while you grind back on my cock,” Gemini whispered against his skin. “This is what you wanted, right? To be used so good it hurts.”

He reached up, grabbed Fourth’s chin, and forced him to look down at where they were connected.

“Wrecked little slut. My perfect ruined thing.”

Fourth’s jaw trembled, eyes wide, lips parted, no sound coming out now.

“Aww. What’s wrong?” Gemini mocked, lips curling against his cheek. “Dick got your tongue?”

He thrust hard again. Fourth’s breath caught.

“Can’t speak?” Gemini said, voice syrupy. “Then just moan for me. That’s all you’re good for.”

Fourth obeyed, moaning so loud it echoed through the room.

“You look so fucking good underneath me,” Gemini growled. “Ruined. Useless. Beautiful.”

Another snap of his hips.

“Not even a real person anymore,” Gemini whispered, biting along Fourth’s jaw. “Just a fuckhole with a pretty face.”

Fourth lost it.

He screamed, head falling back, body going taut as he clenched around Gemini’s cock.

“Phi- Phi! I’m- please, please, please!” he cried, nearly incoherent. “Wanna cum- please fuck me till I can’t feel my legs anymore. Wanna be wrecked. Wanna be ruined. Wanna belong to you.”

Gemini groaned loud and deep, slamming in one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a low, broken growl, flooding Fourth again, cum spilling out around his cock even as he stayed inside.

Fourth came untouched, again, for the third time, body convulsing, cock spurting across his stomach, staining both of them.

Gemini didn’t move right away. He just held him there, impaled, wrecked, trembling. Breathing hard into the crook of his neck.

“We should probably go back to the hotel and continue. I still have 2 more chocolates left”