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The hotel room was quiet around them, bathed in the golden glow of sun filtering through the windows, casting elongated shadows across the plush carpet. It smelled like clean sheets and expensive linen, with just a trace of Josh’s earthy cologne filling the air.

Tyler watched him stand in front of the mirror for a moment, waiting for him to turn around, before he stepped closer.

Josh stood very still when Tyler’s hands found him, moving down over the fabric of his oversized blazer, smoothing it across his shoulders where the fabric had scrunched. His touch was deliberate and reverent, as if handling something precious.

“Beautiful,” Tyler murmured softly, his voice low and intimate.

His eyes skimmed from where his hands rested on Josh’s blazer, then slowly up toward his face.

“You look perfect tonight, pup.”

Josh’s cheeks warmed immediately with that sweet crimson color Tyler loved so much, unable to fight the reaction to the nickname. He took a deep breath and nodded just slightly, making it look like he was agreeing, like he believed him, but Tyler saw right through that.

He recognized the lingering vulnerability beneath Josh's surface, knowing that deep down Josh was still self-conscious, still fragile in his own skin, and in these clothes especially.

Because they were different tonight.

It wasn’t his usual relaxed, comfortable outfit. No loose trousers with a fitted shirt on top, no leather pants and a button-up, or any of the other casual combinations he usually wore to these kinds of events when he wanted to look good without looking like he had tried too hard.

No... Tonight, the choice of wardrobe had a deeper root, and a deeper meaning.

For Josh especially.

But for Tyler too.

Tonight’s clothes were something that had been building inside Josh for a long time. For years, maybe even close to a decade. Something he had always wanted to do, always wanted to wear, always wanted to let himself reach for, but never quite found the confidence in himself to actually show.

At least not like this. Not where other people could see.

There were parts of Josh that had lived quietly for years, parts he only allowed Tyler to touch, and name, and admire when no one else could see. A softness he had learned to trust in the dark first. A femininity he had circled around with shy smiles and nervous laughter, pretending it wasn’t serious until Tyler kissed the lie right off his mouth.

Over the years, Josh had grown more accepting of his nature, more comfortable with the softer, prettier parts of himself he used to keep tucked away like they needed permission to exist.

Tyler had been there to witness this journey, and always did his best to encourage Josh every step of the way. It was something he had always loved and supported, something they had explored together numerous times in private, behind closed doors and in the safety of each other’s hands.

But that was what it had always been.

Private.

And although Tyler had tried more than once to lift Josh’s confidence enough to bring that part of himself into the light, Josh had never truly been comfortable enough.

Until now.

And that was how Josh found himself standing there, dressed in an outfit most people would probably describe as... feminine.

And he did look beautiful.

In Tyler’s eyes, he looked ethereal.

Maybe it was the fact that Josh had finally allowed himself to be who he truly was. Maybe it was the fact that he had finally allowed that part of himself to show out loud, without hiding it or trying to make it easier for anyone else to understand. But whatever it was, the transformation seemed to erase years from his face, revealing something pure and innocent and so unmistakably himself.

His features looked gentler, his face seemed more open, lifted by the way he had styled his hair tonight, the soft shape of it framing him in a way that made Tyler’s heart squeeze in his chest.

From certain angles, there was something undeniably pretty about him. Almost delicate. Almost girlish. Not because he looked like anyone other than himself, but because he looked like a version of himself Tyler knew had always been there, waiting for enough courage to be seen.

Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“I’m very proud of you,” he said quietly.

Josh’s eyes flicked to him, and Tyler saw the words land before Josh had the chance to hide it. He saw the small shift in his throat and the way he grounded himself in Tyler’s gaze like he was trying to let the praise settle somewhere deep enough to believe.

Tyler bit softly into his bottom lip, then reached for Josh’s right hand and took it into his own, squeezing his fingers just slightly.

“I know this takes a lot of courage,” he murmured. “And I couldn’t be prouder of you, baby.”

He tugged gently on Josh’s hand, pulling him closer, making Josh lean in slightly toward him. For a second, Josh only stared at him, like he was still catching up with the tenderness of it, but then his eyes flickered down to Tyler’s mouth, and he leaned in the rest of the way for a kiss.

Their lips pressed together, soft and gentle.

“I’ll be right there by your side all night,” Tyler murmured against Josh’s lips. “Every step of the way.”

He kissed him again, lingering just long enough for Josh to melt into it.

“Ready for you to lean on me if you need to.”

Josh’s breath trembled softly between them.

Tyler pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, still holding his hand.

“You’re not alone in this,” he said, keeping his voice low and certain. “I’ve got you. Always.”

Josh’s eyes swelled just slightly, going wet around the edges, as a wave of love and gratitude moved through him so strongly it nearly took the breath out of his chest. He just stared at Tyler, at the person standing in front of him like an anchor in the middle of everything that scared him.

Then he nodded, small and overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing Tyler’s hand back.

“Of course,” Tyler said softly.

His gaze lingered on Josh’s face for another second, taking in the openness of it, the softness, the fragile bravery still trembling underneath all that beauty. Then he let go of Josh’s hand and reached into his back pocket.

“Now turn around, sweet boy,” he said, taking a step back to make room for him. “I’ve got something for you.”

Josh lifted an eyebrow slightly, suspicion and curiosity flickering across his face, but he obeyed nonetheless. He turned slowly on the spot, facing away from Tyler, and found himself looking back at his own reflection in the huge floor to ceiling mirror standing in front of him.

For a moment, he only looked at the way the two of them fit together in the reflection, Tyler dark and steady at his back, Josh soft and nervous and dressed in all the things he was still learning how to let himself want.

Then he watched in the mirror as Tyler pulled a small box from behind his back.

Josh’s lips parted slightly.

Tyler opened it with careful fingers and retrieved something small and shiny from inside. Josh recognized it as a necklace only when Tyler lifted it over his head, his hands moving with reverent focus as he placed the jewelry against Josh's chest before he fastened the clasp at the nape of his neck.

The delicate chain settled so lightly against his skin that Josh could barely feel it at first, but it was the ruby red drop attached to it that made his eyes go wide with awe.

The gem rested right at the center of him, catching the warm hotel light every time he breathed. It wasn’t loud or heavy, it wasn’t trying to overpower the rest of the outfit. It was graceful, gentle, almost dainty in the way it sat against his skin, like one final detail that pulled the whole look together.

“There you go,” Tyler whispered behind him.

He leaned his head over Josh’s shoulder to look at him in the mirror as well, his chest warm against Josh’s back as his fingers came around to fix the drop against his skin, adjusting it carefully until it sat perfectly centered in the hollow just under Josh’s collarbones.

Josh didn’t even realize his mouth had fallen slightly open.

His heart was thudding steadily in his chest as he stared at the small stone in awe, at the way it changed everything and yet didn’t feel like a change at all. It felt like a truth made visible. Like Tyler had found the missing piece Josh hadn’t even known he needed until it was there.

“Tyler...” he let out a breathless whisper. “This is...”

His voice caught softly.

“I look so...”

“Pretty,” Tyler murmured against his ear.

Josh’s eyelashes fluttered.

Tyler’s presence stayed warm and grounding behind him, his voice low enough that the word felt private even with Josh staring at himself in the mirror.

“You do,” Tyler whispered. “You look so pretty.”

Josh swallowed, but it barely helped. Tyler’s eyes stayed locked on his through the reflection.

“You look exactly like you were meant to be seen.”

A strong feeling moved through Josh’s whole body at that. A current of warmth and acceptance, and the strange, aching kind of pride that came from hearing someone else say the thing he had been too scared to believe about himself.

He turned back around on the spot, facing Tyler again.

His eyes searched Tyler’s for a moment, almost desperately, but all he found there was stability and certainty. A proof that Tyler meant every word he had said. Proof that if Josh needed someone to catch him tonight, Tyler was already there with both hands open.

Tyler understood. He saw it in Josh’s eyes.

His gaze slipped down to the ruby red tear decorating the hollow of Josh’s throat, then lifted back up again.

“This is for your courage tonight,” Tyler said softly. “For your confidence. For trusting yourself enough to do this.”

Josh stared at him.

“It’s a red garnet,” Tyler continued, brushing one finger lightly beneath the stone without moving it out of place. “A stone of passion, love, commitment...” His eyes flicked back up to Josh’s. “It enhances self-expression and boosts confidence."

Each purpose seemed to hit Josh separately. He felt each word land with emotional weight, as if he could already feel the stone's effect taking root within him. His throat tightened with the overwhelming emotion, rendering him speechless.

He simply nodded, lifting a hand to touch the stone with reverent fingers.

Tyler’s eyes followed the movement before he locked his gaze back on Josh.

“It’s also a signal for me,” he continued, holding Josh’s eyes to make sure he understood. “If at any point tonight it starts feeling like too much, you touch it.” His voice softened even more. “You don’t have to explain, you don’t have to say anything. Just touch it, and I’ll know you need me.”

Josh’s chest heaved with pride and love and relief and everything at once, almost too emotional to process.

Not only had Tyler given him something beautiful to complement his outfit. He had given him stability, reassurance, a boost of confidence, and a reminder that whenever that confidence faltered inside him, Tyler would still be right there next to him, ready to steady him before the ground could disappear under his feet.

A stone of passion, love, and commitment…

Of course the commitment part didn’t slip past him either.

This might not have been a sturdy leather collar reminding Josh where he belonged. It wasn’t a playful necklace with a teasing little meaning, meant to keep him on his toes during a performance. It wasn’t something meant to drag him into that familiar headspace just for the thrill of it.

This was softer than that.

But in some ways, it felt even heavier.

Because this was as much a commitment from Tyler as it was for Josh. A promise in silver and red. A way of saying, I see you. I’m with you. I’m not letting you stand in this alone.

The symbolism didn’t go past him.

Josh took a deep breath.

“I-” His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I don’t know what to say.”

His fingers were still closed around the stone as he looked at Tyler, overwhelmed and open in a way he couldn’t quite hide anymore.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Tyler just nodded softly. Then he reached out and took Josh’s fidgeting hand into his own, gently pulling it away from the stone and letting Josh’s arm fall back down to his side.

"Wear it with pride," Tyler said, straightening his own posture as if demonstrating.

"Because you have every reason to be proud of yourself. Just as I am of you."

Josh unconsciously mirrored Tyler's posture, straightening his spine, pushing his chest forward and shoulders back. He released a deep breath that seemed to carry away the last vestiges of doubt and insecurity.

He nodded at Tyler several times, certain in his own stance, genuinely fully feeling himself for the first time.

Tyler’s mouth curved into a small smile.

“That’s my good boy,” he murmured, lifting his hand to pat Josh’s cheek a few times, gentle and fond.

Josh was pretty sure his face turned crimson immediately.

Not from the touch, but more from the reaction of Tyler calling him that in that voice, with that smile, after everything else. He couldn’t help himself, the words still found the softest part of him every single time.

Tyler saw it, of course, and his smile deepened just slightly before he tilted his head toward the exit, motioning for them to move forward.

“Now c’mon, pup,” he said softly, already leading the way across the room.

He opened the door and held it for Josh to pass first.

“Let’s give ’em something to talk about tonight.”

…

Tyler knew people would talk.

He knew they would stare and take pictures and whisper under their breaths. Josh knew that too, and he swore he was ready for it. Still, once it actually happened, once they stepped onto the red carpet and the cameras turned toward them, he felt the ground tilt beneath him slightly.

Whenever that happened though, Tyler was right there... solid and grounding and fucking impossible to miss, filling the space around him with presence and respect and authority all at once.

He didn’t step in front of Josh, he didn’t hide him from the cameras or make him feel like something fragile that needed to be tucked away. He simply stood there beside him, close enough that Josh could feel the shape of his protection without having to reach for it.

It made Josh feel like even if anyone wanted to come at him for some reason, they would have to get through Tyler first. It made him feel like, through Tyler, he was completely unapproachable.

And every time Tyler stood behind him on the red carpet with his appearance all rough and posture all protective, Josh's knees weakened for a whole different reason.

Because while there were eyes on Josh for obvious reasons, Tyler’s presence hardly went unnoticed either.

The leather jacket he wore only added to his natural authority, making every line of him look darker and stronger. His whole presence turned him into a magnet for eyes, and for a few dangerous seconds Josh almost forgot to be anxious about himself and had to check his own control instead.

Because if there was anything that made him weak, it was Tyler in leather.

Tyler had been nothing but amazing during the press line. He stood beside Josh, or just slightly behind him, always making sure Josh knew he was there, but at the same time, he obviously kept giving Josh the space on the carpet. Space for the cameras to find him, the lights to catch him, and for people to actually see him.

Almost like he was showing him off.

Josh was so full of feelings he barely knew where to put them.

He knew Tyler was basically presenting him. Not in a possessive way that made him feel small, but in a proud way. As if he was saying.. Look at him. This is who he is and I am all here for it.

It truly did wonders to Josh’s confidence, feeling that immense support from him through the whole event. So he did his best to stand there proudly. Proud of himself, proud of the path he had walked to get to the point where he could be comfortable in public like this. Proud of the soft parts of himself he had spent so long hiding, now resting openly under bright lights and camera flashes.

Tyler also didn’t hesitate to slip a quiet whisper to him every time they moved forward, praising Josh with simple words like “You’re doing amazing.” or “Doing so good, baby.”

And Josh held onto every single word.

The problem was, Tyler’s support was a double-edged sword.

Because those words, combined with the way he looked, and walked, and even smelled tonight, were doing things to Josh he had absolutely no business feeling in the middle of a public awards show like this.

He did everything in his power not to let it show to an untrained eye. He smiled when he was supposed to smile, turned when someone called his name, kept his posture graceful and his hands calm and his breathing even enough to pass as normal.

He wasn’t so sure any of it slipped past Tyler though.

The change of outfits did not help either.

Tyler might have slipped out of the leather jacket eventually, but the designer shirt their stylist prepared for him wasn’t doing Josh any favors. If anything, it was worse. The oversized fabric fell loose over him, soft and expensive and careless in a way that made Josh’s mouth go dry every time Tyler moved. It shifted with his body, hinting at the warm skin underneath without giving Josh enough of it to satisfy the thought.

And all he wanted to do in that dressing room was get down on his knees, crawl under the oversized fabric, and bury his face against the warm skin of Tyler’s stomach waiting beneath it.

The thought alone made something low in him pull tight.

He was pretty sure Tyler noticed the way he looked at him too, but there was barely any time or space to comment on it.

There were people checking their outfits, touching up their makeup, fixing stray pieces of hair and tiny details on the go as they moved through the chaos of the awards. Someone was always calling their names. Someone was always leading them somewhere else. Everything was just lights, voices and movement, and hands that weren’t Tyler’s brushing over Josh for practical reasons.

And still, even through all that chaos, Josh kept finding moments where he could barely contain himself.

His will was only so strong.

As the evening moved around them, they eventually found themselves in their designated seats in the awards audience, close enough for their shoulders to nearly touch, close enough for their hands to brush subtly whenever they moved their arms to clap for someone.

Tyler's eyes followed whatever was happening on stage. Not because he was so enthralled, but because it was what they were supposed to do.

Josh, on the other hand, kept finding himself sneaking looks at Tyler instead. At the line of his jaw when the stage lights caught it, at the relaxed spread of his thighs in the seat next to him, or the way his hands rested so calmly in his lap, like he hadn’t spent the entire night quietly unraveling Josh one whispered praise at a time.

At some point, while they were standing for the artist performing on stage, Josh leaned just slightly into Tyler’s personal space, careful enough that it could have looked accidental to anyone watching, and he breathed in, catching Tyler’s fragrance in his lungs like it was his favorite air to breathe.

“It’s very hard to keep my eyes off you tonight,” Josh murmured.

Tyler smirked next to him, controlled enough to keep staring forward, eyes fixed on the stage like Josh hadn’t just confessed that into the small space between them. Like the words hadn’t pleased him. Then he leaned to the side just an inch.

“Oh, is that so?” he whispered back teasingly.

Josh felt the shape of Tyler’s voice more than he heard it.

Then Tyler added, “I could say the same about you, pup.”

Josh’s cheeks turned red so quickly he didn’t even have time to stop it.

And Tyler saw it.

Even from the side, even without properly turning his head, Tyler noticed the effect that one simple word had on him. He noticed the way Josh’s breath shortened, and the way his fingers twitched once against his own thigh.

Satisfied, Tyler decided to tease just a little more, leaning in close enough that his mouth hovered right by Josh’s ear, every word slipping straight under Josh’s skin.

“You’d drop to your knees for me right here if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”

The low murmur sent shivers breaking all across Josh’s back. He had to force his eyes away from Tyler, had to swallow and fix his gaze back on the stage, where someone was performing something Josh suddenly couldn’t focus on at all.

His mind immediately betrayed him.

The image appeared before he could stop it... himself sinking down to his knees right there in the huge space full of people, looking up at Tyler like he was the only one in the room. Pressing close, shamelessly nuzzling his face against the front of Tyler’s pants, feeling the shape of him through the fabric while the rest of the world blurred into nothing around them.

His breath hitched on a sharp inhale.

Tyler’s smirk deepened beside him.

“Hm, I thought so,” Tyler snickered softly beside him. “Such an eager boy.”

Josh bit down hard on his lip. Tyler was already leaning away again when he added, calm and cruel and perfectly in control..

“Be good through the rest of the night, puppy, and I might give you the opportunity later.”

Josh had to gather every piece of self control he had left just to keep himself from getting hard right there in the middle of the crowd. But he knew there was no way the flush on his cheeks wasn’t noticeable by now.

Tyler chanced a short look at him then, only a quick sideways glance, the edges of his mouth slightly curved as he caught the way Josh was biting down on his lip like that was the only thing keeping him together.

Then Tyler looked forward again.

“Behave.”

That single word was enough to make Josh's knees go weak beneath him. He had to fake a laugh to mask the small whine that threatened to escape his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to another to hide the immediate instinct to show his submission to Tyler right there.

God... He couldn’t wait for this night to be over already.

...

The evening dragged on with agonizing slowness.

Josh really tried to behave his best, even with Tyler’s constant subtle touches and the pointed looks he kept giving him while they suffered through every single interview. It made it very hard to stay normal, to keep standing there, smiling politely, answering questions, pretending he wasn’t painfully aware of Tyler beside him the entire time.

At the beginning of the night, Josh had been worried about his confidence.

That he might find himself unable to take the pressure after all. That the lights and the cameras and the eyes on him would become too much, and he would have to reach for the garnet at his throat before the night was even halfway over.

But as the event neared its end, he wasn’t worried about that anymore.

He was getting more and more worried about his self control instead.

His anxiety had slipped somewhere far into the back of his brain, buried so deep he could barely feel the shape of it anymore, and in its place was a much less manageable raging need to get himself all over Tyler.

It wasn’t until after their award announcement, after their own performance, after all the lights and sound and noise of the night finally started falling away behind them, that they found themselves back in private.

Or well... close enough.

Tyler crowded him the first chance he got, during the short elevator ride from the hotel lobby to their floor. The moment the doors closed, he pressed Josh into the corner, pushing his face into the crease between Josh’s neck and shoulder like he had been waiting all night to get there.

He inhaled against his skin and Josh’s breath left him all at once.

“You did so good tonight, Joshie,” Tyler murmured, his nose nuzzling up toward Josh’s ear.

Josh tilted his head back without even thinking, exposing his neck to him right there, and Tyler smiled against him, small and satisfied, like that was exactly what he had wanted.

Their bodies swayed together as they both fought to maintain some semblance of control. Josh gasped when their lower halves pressed together, when he felt how far gone Tyler already was too, how much restraint he had been hiding under all that calm authority the whole night.

They were both back in their red carpet outfits now, having left the sweat soaked performance clothes backstage at the venue for Laura to take care of. And there was just something about the way Tyler wore that leather jacket, about the smell of him in it, about the dark shape of him crowding Josh against the elevator wall, that made Josh wobbly in the knees all over again.

“So proud of you,” Tyler murmured, nibbling at the skin just below his ear.

“Tyler please...” Josh whimpered softly.

The sound barely had time to leave him before Tyler pressed one thigh deliberately between his legs, subtle enough that they could pull apart if the elevator stopped, but firm enough to make Josh’s breath catch. He rolled it once against him, slow and controlled, and Josh’s hands curled helplessly into the sides of Tyler’s jacket.

“You were so good for me,” Tyler kept praising him, his voice almost distracted, like he was getting lost in Josh himself. “Such a good pup.”

Something strange opened up in Josh’s chest when Tyler said it like that.

Something softer and deeper than just want and heat. A need that had been building all night under every flash of confidence, every whisper, every careful touch. He needed Tyler to tell him again, over and over. He needed to get lost in those words, to drown in them completely, and then come back to the surface only to beg for more.

The elevator dinged.

Then they forced themselves apart just enough to look decent when the doors opened, though if anyone had seen them stepping out like that, it would have been barely believable as two friends walking down the hallway together. They were both already gone. Both breathless and hungry for each other, trying to keep the last few pieces of themselves together until they reached the room.

Tyler didn’t even give Josh a chance to properly step out of his shoes once they got inside.

Josh barely managed to take in his surroundings before Tyler was grabbing him on either side of his hips, backing him further into the room, and messily pushing him against the doorframe separating the hallway from the bedroom.

Josh's mouth opened in shock, but the small gasp didn't even make it fully out before Tyler was capturing his lips in a hungry and desperate kiss.

Josh melted into it immediately.

His hands lifted without a thought, fingers catching in the leather at Tyler’s sides as they both hummed deep into each other’s mouths, letting out low, satisfied sounds that came from a whole night of wanting, waiting and pretending they weren’t both slowly losing their minds.

When they ran out of breath, Tyler pulled away slightly to look at Josh.

He was already disheveled, lips swollen, expression loose and gone in that way Tyler always seemed to drag out of him so easily every time.

Tyler’s eyes moved over his face first, then lower, until they slipped down to the jewelry at Josh’s neck, lingering there for only a few seconds.

Josh’s breath caught.

His fingers twitched against Tyler’s jacket, and something warm and helpless flickered through his chest as if the garnet had remembered what it meant before he did.

Tyler saw the reaction and his mouth curved slightly before he leaned in again and kissed Josh harder, pulling them both away from the doorframe with renewed urgency as he continued walking Josh backward into the spacious bedroom.

Josh let himself be led, stepping back whenever Tyler pushed forward, melting into Tyler's kiss, into the grip on his hips, and into the overwhelming relief of finally being touched the way he had been craving all night.

They reached the back of the room and stopped just a few inches away from the bed, right in front of the enormous mirror in the corner.

Josh only realized where they were once Tyler finally pulled away from his mouth and pushed gently on his hips, turning him around in his arms.

Their eyes met in the reflection.

Josh’s chest was already heaving from the hungry kiss, his pupils wide as he tried to adjust to the dimness of the room while taking in both of their reflections at once.

Tyler's gaze was dark and almost predatory behind him. His hands slid from Josh's hips up along his sides, copying the shape of him through the blazer he still wore. Josh watched in the mirror as those hands moved toward the single button holding the thing closed.

Tyler flicked it open deliberately. Then he slipped both his hands inside.

Josh’s breath caught when Tyler’s palms found him underneath. The thin white tank top he had on beneath the blazer scrunched up slightly as Tyler’s hands sprawled across his stomach possessively, feeling him through the soft fabric like he had been waiting all night to get his hands there.

Josh’s body reacted before he could think and his knees went weak under him again.

There was something intoxicating about this…

Something about Tyler standing warm and solid behind him, hands under Josh's open blazer, holding him like that while they could still keep eye contact through the reflection. Something about watching Tyler touch him and feeling it happen at the same time.

It was almost like they were back on the red carpet, with Tyler positioned slightly behind Josh, showing him off to the cameras. Except this time, they were the only ones watching the scene unfold.

It was hot and intimate and so incredibly arousing that Josh felt his breath turn shaky in his chest.

For a fleeting moment, Josh wondered if this was how the audience had perceived them earlier tonight as well.. But then his thoughts were cut off when Tyler’s hands slid back down to his hips.

He pushed Josh slightly back into him, fitting their bodies closer together as the blazer hung open on Josh’s frame, revealing the lean shape of him beneath it.

"God..." Tyler whispered behind him, warm breath grazing Josh's ear as his eyes devoured Josh's reflection. "Look at you... so fucking perfect."

Josh let out a shaky exhale, letting his body lean fully back into Tyler’s. His eyes threatened to slip closed as Tyler’s hands started exploring him again, sliding up toward his chest, feeling the warmth of him through the thin fabric.

“So pretty,” Tyler murmured.

His palms settled over Josh’s chest, squeezing his pecs softly at first, then firmer, fingers kneading into the muscle with a slow, fascinated pressure, shaping it into two round mounds beneath his hands.

It drew a small, shuddery whimper out of Josh.

Tyler nuzzled his nose into the side of Josh’s neck, inhaling him as his hands squeezed around him one more time. Then his touch slowed down, turning from possessive into something almost caressing, ghosting down over Josh’s lines before settling just above his hips again.

“Do you see?” Tyler rasped into Josh’s ear, keeping eye contact with him through the reflection. “Do you see what I had to control myself around tonight?”

Josh’s breath caught.

He could feel the way Tyler’s own breath stuttered against the back of his neck as one of his hands spread across Josh’s stomach, heavy and grounding.

“You walked around that red carpet like you owned the place, baby,” Tyler murmured, nuzzling his nose into Josh’s hair just behind his ear and leaving fresh goosebumps rising across Josh’s skin. “So confident. So... sure of yourself.”

His hands moved again, sliding over the oversized blazer, fingers hooking beneath the fabric on their way up.

“Showing yourself off for everyone to see.”

He slowly pushed the blazer down Josh’s shoulders as he said it, sliding it low enough to reveal more of the tight, almost see through tank top underneath.

“For everyone to see just how pretty you are in your girly little clothes.”

Josh’s breath hitched at the sentence.

With every touch and every word spoken so low and warm against his ear, his body went even more pliant in Tyler’s hands. The blazer slid off entirely, and Tyler tossed it somewhere beside them on the floor without even looking away from Josh’s reflection.

Then his hands returned to Josh’s sides, gripping him firmly.

“Did you notice?” Tyler asked, warm breath sending something electric through Josh’s whole body. “How many people turned their heads for you tonight?”

He placed a small kiss on top of Josh’s shoulder, but his eyes stayed locked on Josh’s in the mirror.

“F- for me?” Josh asked weakly.

He was already halfway gone from the way Tyler was touching him and talking to him, but part of him still couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. Surely people had turned for both of them. Tyler looked good tonight too. Magnetic, untouchable, and dangerous in a way that made Josh’s whole body want to fold.

It couldn’t have been just because of Josh.

“Yes... for you, pup,” Tyler answered.

He hooked his chin over Josh’s shoulder, watching his own hands in the reflection as he moved them up Josh’s torso again, tracing the lines of his body slowly.

“They couldn’t take their eyes off you tonight.”

His hands slid over Josh’s chest again, and then his touch softened, fingers grazing over Josh’s nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Girls...” Tyler murmured.

He circled them lightly, feeling them tighten beneath his touch.

“Boys...”

Josh’s mouth fell open on a small, needy sound.

“Everyone.”

Josh could only stare at their reflection, breathing shallowly, his own hands hanging uselessly at his sides while Tyler's continued their exploration. The dual sensation of feeling Tyler's touch while simultaneously watching it in the mirror left him completely undone, his cock already straining against his pants.

“And you did so well tonight,” Tyler murmured.

One of his hands slid up toward the gem still sitting beautifully in the hollow beneath Josh’s collarbones. He touched the bottom of the ruby red drop just slightly, barely even moving it with his fingers, and Josh’s breath hitched at how gentle the gesture was.

Gentle, but powerful.

And the praise struck something deep within him too, making him want to lean back harder, melt further, let Tyler hold all the parts of him that still trembled from being seen.

Tyler leaned away just an inch though, his hands slowly descending from Josh’s body, dragging down over him one last time before falling to his own sides.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for me, sweet boy,” he said, giving Josh a simple, encouraging nod through the reflection.

Then his eyes flicked down to the garnet and back up again.

“Keep the necklace.”

Josh only hesitated for one more second before he slowly, almost drunkenly, reached for the buckle of his pants. His fingers found it, fumbling with the button clumsily while he tried to turn around to face Tyler.

He was stopped by a firm command though.

“No.”

Just that one simple word made Josh freeze mid motion.

“Not like this,” Tyler added, putting a hand on Josh’s shoulder only to guide him back into his original position, facing the mirror again. “I want you to watch yourself as you undress, pup.”

His hand slid gently down along Josh’s spine, slow enough to make him shiver, before both of Tyler’s palms settled back on his hips, grounding him there, holding him in place.

“I want you to see just how beautiful you are.”

Josh’s heart skipped another beat.

Not only because of Tyler’s touch, but because of the meaning underneath the words. Because this wasn’t just a command tonight. It wasn’t only part of the game, or the tension, or the way Tyler liked to make him obey.

There was more behind it…

Years of Josh learning how to feel comfortable in his own skin. Years of letting himself want things he used to tuck away quietly. Years of gathering enough courage to show even one softer part of himself to the world.

And Tyler knew that. Tyler knew exactly what he was asking him to look at.

The realization made something tender and overwhelming pull tight in Josh’s chest, and for a second, his love for Tyler grew so violently it almost hurt.

"C'mon," Tyler encouraged softly when Josh remained still for a moment too long. His fingers slid subtly under the hem of Josh's tank top, as if reminding him that he wanted it removed.

So Josh complied.

He took one shaky breath before crossing his arms to grasp the fabric and pull it over his head, tossing it somewhere to the side. When he reached down to finish unbuttoning his pants, Tyler’s mouth found his shoulder again, peppering him with soft kisses while Josh kept undressing himself.

But once Josh's pants were unbuttoned, he hesitated, hands freezing as he hooked them inside the waistband.

Tyler sensed it right away.

He looked up from where his mouth had been busy against Josh’s shoulder and found Josh’s uncertain gaze in the mirror. First, he noticed the way Josh was biting his lip, then the way his hands hovered at his waistband, tense and nervous, like he had suddenly remembered there was one more thing Tyler hadn’t seen yet.

He read Josh way too fast.

“What is it?” Tyler asked softly.

The question gave Josh space to talk, but somehow that made it even harder. He only blinked at Tyler through the mirror, fingers twitching against the fabric.

“I...” he started, but the rest of it disappeared.

He didn’t know what he wanted to say. He didn’t know how to explain the sudden twist of nerves sitting in his stomach, unsure how to tell Tyler that the thing underneath his pants had felt bold and beautiful when he put it on alone, but now, under Tyler’s darkened gaze, it felt like another confession.

The way Tyler was looking at him though, all intense and intoxicated with desire, gave Josh the courage to continue.

Slowly, while maintaining eye contact through the mirror, he began to pull his pants down.

Inch by inch.

The fabric slid lower over his hips, revealing the underwear he wore underneath, and Josh watched Tyler’s eyes follow the movement of his hands. He watched the exact moment Tyler understood, and he heard the sharp intake of breath when the soft lace was finally revealed.

“Oh…” Tyler breathed out.

His eyes stayed glued to Josh’s reflection, to the place where Josh wasn’t covered in his usual boxer briefs, but in soft, dark red lacy panties that clung to him delicately beneath the warm light.

For a moment, Tyler said nothing.

And maybe that was what made Josh’s own breath catch this time, because Tyler always had something to say. Tyler always knew how to tease him, how to praise him, how to turn Josh inside out with one carefully chosen word.

But now... he was speechless.

Josh felt a strange thrill move through him at the sight of it. At the way Tyler stared like his composure had finally slipped through his fingers. It made Josh wonder suddenly, if Tyler would have been anywhere near as controlled tonight if he had known this was what Josh had been wearing underneath his clothes the entire time.

Judging by the way Tyler was drinking him in now, Josh would bet there would have been no chance at all.

“Jesus..” Tyler finally breathed, his voice rougher than before. “You look...”

But the rest of the sentence got lost somewhere in his throat.

Instead his hands found Josh’s skin again, sliding down over his sides with renewed focus before his fingers traced the delicate edge of the lace. He followed the hem with the tips of his fingers carefully, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was touching.

Josh sighed softly, the sound slipping out of him before he could stop it. Then he finally let go of his pants, letting them fall down to his feet before kicking them away.

He was already hard inside the lace, his cock straining against the delicate fabric so visibly it almost looked obscene.

Josh stared at himself in the mirror for one second too long. Then he bit down on his lip and turned his gaze away, cheeks flushing hot with the sight of himself, dressed in nothing but dark red lace and the garnet still resting against his throat.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Tyler tsked softly behind him.

One of his hands slid up across Josh’s body before closing gently around his jaw, turning his head forward again and forcing him to look back at himself in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, pup." Tyler said, the words soft but still commanding enough to make Josh obey instantly.

Tyler’s other hand slid down toward the waistband of the panties again, teasing around it carefully at first. His fingers traced the way the lace wrapped along Josh’s skin, how perfectly it sat against the shape of him, delicate and pretty in a way that only made the hardness trapped underneath look even more obvious.

Then his fingers ghosted lower over the fabric teasingly, sliding close to where Josh was already needy and desperate, but not quite touching him there yet.

“Look how hard you already are,” Tyler murmured against the side of his face, his other hand still holding Josh’s jaw, keeping him facing forward. “Wrapped up in pretty lingerie like a proper lady.”

Josh let out a small, pathetic whine.

His cock twitched inside the see through fabric, the movement painfully visible in the mirror as Tyler’s fingers hovered close enough to make him ache, but still refusing to give him any real contact.

“Oh, you like that?” Tyler asked, his tone turning teasing. “Should I call you that more often?”

Josh didn't dare to answer, but he didn't have to... his body responded for him when he twitched again inside the lace.

Tyler smirked against him.

“Good to know”

Then he finally let his hand ghost over the hardened shape of Josh's cock. Carefully, he adjusted it inside the panties, tucking it to the side, making the entire length visible beneath the delicate dark red pattern.

A small bead of precum had already soaked through the lace by the time Tyler’s hand retracted.

Josh whined at the loss of contact, his body swaying slightly on his feet, leaning back into Tyler for support before he could stop himself.

Tyler caught him easily, wrapping both his hands firmly around Josh’s waist again, slowly dragging them up over Josh’s stomach, over his ribs, and toward his chest with that same possessive patience that made Josh feel like he was being shaped beneath his touch.

"Maybe we should get you a matching bra for these next time too," Tyler murmured

His hands slid up to Josh's pecs again, palming the firm muscle before he pushed them up and together with his palms, creating a shadowed line of cleavage between them.

Josh’s breath shook hard.

“You’d look so fucking pretty,” Tyler whispered against Josh’s cheek.

His hands tightened, thumbs brushing over his nipples as he squeezed and lifted and admired, playing with the shape of him like he could already imagine Josh in matching lace, soft and flushed and trembling under his hands. Like the thought was doing just as much to him as it was to Josh.

“You’d be my pretty little lady,” Tyler mumbled against his skin.

Josh’s let out another helpless whimper.

Tyler's eyes stayed hypnotized on Josh’s chest in the mirror though, watching the way his own hands held him, palms placed almost like the support of the bra he was talking about.

“Mhm,” Tyler hummed, low and pleased. “I really like the idea.”

Josh bit hard into his bottom lip.

“Do you like the idea, puppy?” Tyler asked, his breath hot and heavy against Josh’s ear.

Josh released his lip slowly, mouth parting around a soft exhale. Then he nodded helplessly.

“Yeah?” Tyler teased.

His fingers brushed over Josh’s nipples again before gently catching them between his thumb and forefinger, just enough to make Josh’s knees soften beneath him.

“Maybe I should have you wear that in our house,” Tyler continued, pushing his chest together again as he spoke. “I’d make you walk around like that all day... in just your collar and your pretty lingerie.”

Josh's breath stuttered on an inhale, and he let his head fall back against Tyler's shoulder as his eyes closed, the image hitting him harder than he expected.

He could see it too now... Himself in matching dark red lace, in the privacy of their home, and Tyler making it a command instead of a choice. Tyler making him wear it, not as a question, or as something Josh had to gather the courage to ask for, but as something Tyler chose for him.

That was the part that went through him like a spark.

Because Josh had been dancing around things like this for years. Wanting, hesitating and swallowing it back down. Letting himself get close, but never quite brave enough to step all the way into it unless Tyler’s hands were there to guide him.

And maybe that was what made his chest ache so sharply now. The idea of Tyler taking that choice from him in the gentlest, most devastating way, making it something Josh didn’t have to be brave enough to ask for anymore. Making it obedience, and care.

Josh honestly wished for nothing more.

“You’d be so good for me too, wouldn’t you?” Tyler rasped against his ear before placing a teasing bite on his earlobe.

The only answer Josh found in himself was a weak moan.

Apparently, Tyler wasn’t satisfied with that though, because then there was a hand slipping from Josh’s chest and curling beneath his jaw, firm enough to bring his head forward again, making him open his eyes and meet Tyler’s gaze in the mirror.

“Wouldn’t you, Joshua?”

One hand stayed under Josh's jaw, the other still held him perfectly, fingers spread over his chest like Tyler had no intention of letting him forget what they were talking about.

“Yeah,” Josh breathed weakly.

“Yeah,” Tyler repeated, like confirmation.

“You’d be good for me,” Tyler murmured, pressing himself more firmly against Josh’s back, warm and impossible to escape.

“You’d be my...”

Josh’s breath caught somewhere deep in his throat and he went completely still.

The anticipation hit him so hard it almost hurt. His whole body seemed to pause around it, waiting, hoping with every cell he had that Tyler was about to say the thing he had been circling. The thing that had been sitting beneath the lace, beneath the mirror, and beneath every soft, trembling part of him Tyler had touched tonight.

Please.

Please say it.

Tyler’s eyes held his in the reflection.

“You’d be my good girl.”

Josh broke for real this time.

A needy whine tore out of him before he could stop it, thin and helpless and almost shocked by how deeply the words landed. His face flushed hot, his lips parting around a shaky breath as the praise moved through him with a force that felt almost too big for his body.

It wasn't just arousal he felt though... it was also relief and recognition.

His knees buckled beneath him heavily, and he swayed back again, his body going absolutely pliant, surrendering completely under Tyler's touch.

This time, Tyler pushed back with his hips to steady him, pressing Josh forward into balance while also grinding his clothed cock against Josh's ass.

Josh let out a loud whine at the feeling of Tyler so hard behind him.

“Tyler...” he begged, voice whiny and desperate. “Please.”

He could almost hear the smirk in Tyler’s voice when he answered.

“Yeah? What do you want, pup?”

Tyler let go of Josh’s jaw slowly and slid his hand down again, tracing a single finger along the hard line of Josh’s cock through the lace.

“Hm?” he murmured. “What do you want, sweet girl? Use your voice.”

Josh whimpered again at the name, still unable to talk.

He was barely able to keep eye contact through the mirror, his eyes threatening to slip closed in pleasure when Tyler’s hand finally palmed him through the lace. The pressure made his knees tremble, and his breath come out in small, ruined sounds he couldn’t control.

Tyler kept talking.

“Wanna get down on your knees for me?” he asked, voice low against Josh’s ear. “Make me feel good?”

His hand squeezed his cock a little firmer.

“Wanna be a good girl for me?”

Josh whined needily and nodded at Tyler through the reflection, eyebrows drawn together as the image of him on his knees while Tyler remained in the leather jacket flashed through his head.

“Oh, that it?” Tyler teased again.

His fingers wrapped more fully around Josh’s cock, squeezing the shape of him through the lace until Josh’s mouth fell open on another broken sound.

“You just wanna be good tonight, don’t you, pup?”

Josh nodded again, helplessly this time.

“Yeah...” his voice came out thin and wrecked. “Ty... please.”

Tyler let go of his cock then, drawing another small whimper out of Josh before he took a small step back, giving him just enough room to move.

“Go ahead then,” Tyler said, his voice a dangerous combination of softness and firmness. “Get on your knees.”

The command hit Josh so hard that his body wanted to obey before his mind even caught up. He started to turn around, already ready to drop to his knees facing Tyler, ready to put himself exactly where Tyler wanted him, but before he could even fully spin on the spot, Tyler stopped him again.

“A-ah,” Tyler tsked slowly.

His hand pressed against Josh’s body, guiding him back, adjusting his position until Josh stood at a slight angle where he faced slightly sideways but could still see himself in the mirror. .

“I told you,” Tyler murmured, his eyes holding Josh’s through the reflection. “I want you to watch yourself tonight.”

Josh swallowed, his eyes going dark and wide as the realization finally settled inside him properly. Tyler was going to make him watch all of it.

Then, still keeping eye contact with Tyler through the mirror, Josh slowly descended to his knees.

Tyler hummed, satisfied with the position, and stepped closer behind him.

“You look even prettier on your knees,” he said.

He threaded a hand through Josh's hair, caressing gently at first before gripping a handful and tilting his head back just enough for the back of Josh's head to press directly against Tyler's clothed erection.

Josh gasped sharply. Partly from the tug on his hair, and partly from the unmistakable pressure of Tyler's cock against his head.

"Feel this?" Tyler asked, rolling his hips against Josh again, eyes locked with Josh's through the mirror as he drank in every detail of the scene playing out before them.

Josh’s mouth opened involuntarily.

Tyler was still fully clothed, and somehow that made it even more humiliating, and arousing. Also the way Tyler used Josh’s head as something to grind against, the way he made Josh feel how hard he was without giving him anything else yet, left Josh leaking helplessly inside the lace.

“This is for you, sweet pup,” Tyler said, his hand sliding from Josh’s hair to press against the side of his face, holding him there as he ground into him again. “This is how you made me feel tonight.”

Josh whimpered.

Tyler’s voice dropped lower.

“Looking so perfect. So pretty. Making me walk around hard in my pants the whole evening.”

Josh whined at the image.

Tyler’s trousers had apparently hidden a lot, because Josh hadn’t noticed. But to be fair, he had spent most of the night trying very hard not to look at Tyler like that for... obvious reasons. If he had known, if he had realized Tyler had been walking around like that because of him, maybe he really would have dropped to his knees right there in the awards audience.

His mouth watered at the thought, and as if Tyler could read his mind, he pulled away just slightly.

“Wanna taste?”

Josh nodded, eyes still locked with Tyler’s through the mirror, but they dropped immediately when Tyler’s hand moved toward his pants. Josh watched as Tyler unbuttoned them, slowly unzipped, then pushed them down along with his underwear, just low enough to take himself out.

Josh’s breath stuttered.

Tyler stroked himself a few times before stepping around to Josh's side and holding his length in front of Josh's face.

"Go on... It's yours."

Josh finally tore his gaze away from the mirror and turned his head to the side, meeting the real thing face to face. Tyler’s cock was right there, hard and flushed and close enough that Josh could feel the heat of him before he even leaned in.

He didn’t hesitate for long. He moved forward, placing a careful lick across the head, and hummed softly when he finally got to taste him. His eyes flicked up to Tyler’s as he did it, catching the way Tyler looked down at him, encouraging and hungry all at once.

Josh felt his mouth water even more as he took in the sight.

Tyler, still in the leather, cheeks flushed now, hair slightly messy from their earlier kissing, but otherwise still dark and put together above him. The leather jacket hugged his frame perfectly, his pants pushed down only enough to give Josh access, which somehow made the whole thing feel even more desperate.

Josh almost let out another needy whine as he leaned forward again.

This time, he took Tyler fully into his mouth, closing his lips around him and letting the length fill him slowly. His eyes fluttered shut almost immediately at the weight of him on his tongue, and at the low sound Tyler made above him.

Then Josh started to move, careful but eager. His hands stayed uselessly on his own thighs while he bobbed his head, letting himself sink into the rhythm, and the overwhelming relief of finally giving Tyler something after wanting it all night.

Tyler allowed him a moment to adjust, but just as Josh began to lose himself in the sensation, Tyler spoke.

"Watch," was all he said.

Josh’s eyes opened instantly.

Josh's eyes flew open, first looking up at Tyler with mild confusion, but Tyler wasn't looking at him anymore. Instead his gaze shifted to the side, focusing on their reflection in the mirror.

The understanding dawned instantly.

When Josh's eyes flicked sideways, he realized just how perfectly Tyler had positioned them. How deliberately he had chosen this angle, this exact spot, so Josh could still see everything reflected back at them.

A loud whine escaped around Tyler's cock as Josh found himself in the mirror, lips stretched obscenely around Tyler's length as he sucked it into his mouth.

“Fuck...” Tyler cursed above him.

He was watching too, eyes fixed on their reflections like he couldn’t look away.

"Such a good girl..." he murmured, one hand threading back into Josh's hair, guiding his movements along his cock.

Josh whined in the back of his throat at the praise, thighs squeezing together as another wave of want rolled through him. His hands twitched where they were braced on his thighs, itching with the need to touch himself, to get some kind of relief from the ache building low in his body.

But he knew better than that.

Tyler hummed above him, the sound quickly transforming into a groan when Josh took him deeper.

“Bet you wanted to do that on the red carpet, didn’t you?” Tyler asked.

His hand pushed lightly at the back of Josh’s head, guiding him down until Josh’s nose was nearly buried against him. Josh nodded around the length of him, eyes watering slightly, breath catching through his nose.

Tyler held him there for one more second.

Then he released his hold on Josh's hair, pulling him off just enough to let him breathe, but Josh continued to take him in, eyes sliding closed involuntarily a few times before remembering he was supposed to watch.

"Yeah... you'd be good for me like that," Tyler rasped above him. "You'd show everyone just how much of a good girl you can be."

Josh moaned around him again as Tyler guided him back down.

The words hit like fuel thrown straight into the fire of his arousal. He felt it everywhere... In his mouth, in his chest, in the helpless pulse of his cock still trapped in lace. He needed Tyler to say it again, needed him to do more... needed him to…

"Ty - Tyler..." he let out shakily as he pulled off Tyler's cock, eyes locking with Tyler pleadingly.

Tyler’s gaze tore away from the mirror immediately.

He looked down at Josh, and the hand in Josh’s hair softened without Tyler even seeming to think about it, cherishing the boy kneeling before him.

Josh responded before he could stop himself, nuzzling his face into Tyler’s hand.

“What is it, pup?” Tyler asked, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from Josh’s face.

Josh’s eyes dropped for a second.

He swallowed visibly before looking back up, biting into his lip as a shudder moved through him under the intensity of Tyler’s gaze. The words were right there, heavy on his tongue and humiliating in the exact way that made his whole body ache even worse.

“I need...” His eyelashes fluttered. “I need to feel you. Please.”

Tyler’s gaze darkened instantly. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily right in front of Josh's face for a moment, taking pleasure in the way Josh's eyes followed the movement helplessly.

"Oh, is that so?" Tyler asked him teasingly.

Josh nodded, small and desperate, eyes wet and pleading as he looked up at him.

"Hm..." Tyler murmured simply, taking a small step back to look at Josh properly, still stroking himself slowly. "Maybe if you beg for it nicely, sweet girl."

Josh whined in the back of his throat, cheeks flushing hot as he bit harder into his lip.

"Come on, pup..." Tyler encouraged him. "Tell me. Tell me where you want this," he asked, tightening his grip around the base as he obscenely shook the lenght a few times.

Josh swallowed, eyes glued to Tyler's cock. He knew what Tyler was asking of him. He knew what Tyler wanted him to say. It didn't make it any easier to actually do so though…

"I-" Josh tried, voice stuck in the back of his throat. "I want... I want it inside. Please.. Want it so bad," he begged.

He knew very well that's not what Tyler wanted to hear, but the embarrassment was stronger than him, locking the real words behind his teeth.

Tyler took the small step closer again, one hand pushing into Josh's hair, tilting his head back before he let his cock slap into Josh's face.

"C'mon, puppy... you can do better than that," he tightened his grip, denying Josh to turn his face toward his cock again. "Inside where?" he asked, grinding his cock against Josh's cheek.

Josh was so humiliated already, so embarrassed, but also so incredibly turned on.

"Where do you want it?" Tyler asked again, his voice firmer this time.

He looked down at Josh with a small controlling frown and Josh whimpered again under that gaze, eyes watering as he tried to plead with his gaze, but Tyler didn't budge, he just patiently waited, knowing Josh would give him the answer eventually.

"Want it..." Josh started, voice stuttering one more time before he rushed the rest out in one breath. "Wantitinmypussy."

Tyler inhaled sharply at the words, but his grip didn't release yet.

Josh opened his eyes again, trembling beneath the weight of Tyler’s stare.

“I’m sorry, I couldn't hear you, pup” Tyler said, voice low and almost cruelly soft. “Say it louder.”

Josh whined, humiliated beyond the point of embarrassment now. His cock was leaking heavily between his thighs, and the need took over, burning hotter than the shame, making the words slip out of him almost without his control.

"I want it in my pussy, he said, voice wrecked. "Please."

Tyler’s pupils dilated immediately, his lower lip catching between his teeth as the words hit him.

“Oh, you precious little thing,” he breathed, and his voice cracked despite himself.

The shift was instant.

His hand loosened in Josh’s hair, the firm grip turning into something softer as he smoothed the strands back instead. Then he hooked his hands under Josh’s arms and pulled him up, tugging him carefully back onto his feet.

Josh barely found his balance before Tyler was kissing him hungrily again, all tongue and teeth and fucking desperation.

“All you had to do was ask, baby,” Tyler mumbled against his mouth.

Before Josh could answer, Tyler turned them slightly sideways and pushed him down onto the bed. Josh landed against the soft surface with a breathless sound, body still loose and trembling as Tyler’s hands slid firmly over him before he had even settled on top of it.

Tyler moved with impatient focus, removing the delicate lace from him in one swift motion.

Josh whined at the sudden exposure, but Tyler was already bending down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his thighs, hands squeezing the flesh just above his knees like he needed one last second to feel him there.

Then he pulled away.

“Get up on all fours,” Tyler commanded suddenly, stepping back. “Face the mirror.”

Josh didn’t waste any time, he pushed himself up, positioning himself on his hands and knees exactly the way Tyler wanted him to, eyes locked on Tyler’s still dressed form as he watched him move.

Then Tyler stepped to the side of the bed and climbed on behind him.

Josh’s eyes followed him involuntarily.

“Eyes in front of you, pretty girl.”

Josh let out a loud, needy whine at the words.

He felt his dick twitch between his thighs as he obeyed and turned his face back to look forward, right back into the huge mirror, which Tyler slightly adjusted so it faced the bed enough to catch their reflection.

Josh stared.

At himself first, bare and flushed and trembling on the bed. Then at Tyler behind him, still determinedly wrapped in that leather jacket, still dark and composed and devastatingly overdressed compared to him.

The contrast made him feel even more exposed under Tyler’s gaze.

Tyler shifted behind him, his body mostly hidden from Josh’s view now. Josh could hear him moving, could make out the shape of it in the mirror, but not clearly enough to know what he was doing.

Then Tyler leaned forward over his back and brought one hand around in front of him. Josh only understood what he was holding when it appeared close to his face.

The lace.

“Open up, pup,” Tyler said simply.

Josh let out a soft whimper, eyes locking with Tyler’s in the mirror. There was something dark and dangerous playing in Tyler's eyes, his expression both daring and equally lost at the same time.

Josh opened his mouth obediently then, wide enough for Tyler to stuff the lacy underwear inside, pushing every single piece of the fabric in with his fingers until Josh's mouth was full and opened wide around it.

"That's my good girl," Tyler murmured behind him, and Josh almost lost it right then and there.

He let out another pathetic whine, only this time it was muffled by the fabric in his mouth. Tyler smirked behind him, satisfied with his creation.

Then Tyler hooked one hand beneath Josh’s jaw, pulling him back just enough for Josh to understand what he wanted.

Josh pushed off his hands slowly, shifting his weight back onto his knees and heels until he was leaning half of himself into the warmth of Tyler behind him. The position made him feel exposed in a new way. Open and displayed, held up by nothing but Tyler’s hand under his jaw and the steady heat of him at his back.

In the mirror, Josh could see everything.

His own body, flushed and trembling, the garnet still resting at his throat, the way his arousal stood heavy against his stomach, twitching with every deliberate touch Tyler placed on his skin.

Tyler’s hands went straight to his chest again, squeezing the firm muscle between his fingers before his thumb and forefinger closed carefully around Josh’s nipples, pinching just hard enough to send a sharp electric wave of pleasure through Josh’s entire body.

“Look, puppy,” Tyler murmured, his voice dark and close against his ear. “Look at those pretty little tits.”

Josh’s response came out as another needy whine, muffled by the lace in his mouth. His body moved before he could think, leaning into the touch, pushing his chest forward and arching his back like he had no control over himself anymore.

The movement shifted him back against Tyler, just enough to feel Tyler's cock graze between his cheeks as he pushed out his ass.

Josh’s eyes widened in the mirror.

The sensation hit him sharply and his body chased it before his mind could catch up, arching again, pushing back more deliberately this time, desperate for another brush of contact.

Tyler, looking all flushed and wrecked himself, didn't hesitate to push back into it.

His hands dropped to Josh’s waist, gripping him firmly as he rolled against him with a rough, controlled pressure that made Josh’s whole body shake. Tyler’s eyes stayed locked on his in the mirror, watching every reaction, every helpless little tremor that passed through him.

Josh whined again, trying to speak through the fabric muffling his sounds. It came out broken and unintelligible, a needy mess of noise that Tyler had no chance of decoding.

But he didn’t need to. He knew very well what Josh wanted.

The muffled sounds, the desperate arch of Josh's back, the way his eyes pleaded in the mirror... Tyler understood every word Josh couldn't say.

“Yeah?” Tyler teased, still moving against him from behind, his breath hot and uneven now. “That what my girl wants?”

Josh whimpered in agreement, eyes watering as he nodded feverishly.

Tyler’s grip tightened.

"Want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, puppy?"

The words, and the way Tyler said them, pushed Josh into some spiritual orgasm, his body absolutely unable to control the reaction as his cheeks flushed heavily and his eyes closed while a wave of pure need went through his whole body at once, his cock leaking out a thick stream of precum.

Tyler watched the whole thing in the mirror, his mouth parting slightly as awe flickered across his face. Like even after everything, even after all the ways he had already taken Josh apart tonight, he still hadn’t expected him to fall apart quite like that.

His hand disappeared behind Josh for a moment, reaching for what he needed, and Josh heard the soft, familiar sound of the bottle before he felt Tyler settle back into place behind him.

The first touch made Josh shudder.

"Fuck..." Tyler groaned behind him as he pushed his index finger in slowly. "Watch yourself, pup."

Josh forced his gaze back up. The sight nearly ruined him.

Himself, wrecked and exposed in the mirror, mouth full, eyes wet, body held in a shape Tyler had chosen for him. Tyler behind him, still dressed in that leather jacket, dark and flushed, working him open with patience that somehow felt more obscene than impatience ever could.

"You're so needy," Tyler breathed out, pushing another finger in while he watched Josh through the mirror. "Fucking dripping all over the sheets..."

Josh's drunken eyes slid down to see that Tyler was right, his cock was straining up and leaking so heavily there was already a dark patch soaked up into the expensive sheets beneath him.

He whined and absentmindedly pushed back onto Tyler's fingers, taking them even deeper.

"Such a needy little girl," Tyler said, continuing to take him apart with his words while he slowly stretched him open. "Such a slut for this, aren't you?"

Josh whimpered in agreement, the garment in his mouth almost fully soaked with his saliva now.

"Yeah you are.." Tyler said breathlessly as he pulled his fingers out.

Then he positioned himself closer to Josh, dragging his leaking cock across Josh's stretched hole. One hand pressed between Josh’s shoulder blades, guiding him forward again, and Josh went willingly, dropping back onto all fours.

From this angle, Josh could see the head of Tyler's cock peeking out from between his ass cheeks as Tyler thrusted against him teasingly. But then Tyler was gripping his hip on one side, the other steadying his cock against Josh's entrance as he finally lined himself up.

For one suspended second, everything seemed to pause there, both of them staring at their reflection like they were watching something inevitable finally happen.

Then Tyler pushed forward.

Josh’s head dipped between his shoulders, his eyes squeezing shut as the feeling of being filled stole the breath out of him completely.

"God..." Tyler moaned as he breached past the tight ring of muscle. "So fucking tight for me, baby."

Josh tried to answer, but all that came out was another muffled whine.

Tyler stilled for a moment, giving him time, one hand smoothing up his spine in a touch that was almost tender despite the way the rest of him shook with restraint.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take your time, sweet girl.”

Josh let himself stay in the moment for a little while. His head dipped between his shoulders, breath coming slow and uneven as he tried to make room for the sudden, overwhelming fullness of Tyler finally inside him. It was almost too much at first, after wanting it for so long.

But then his body decided for him.

His hips shifted back slightly, seeking more before his mind had time to catch up, and Tyler’s grip tightened around him in response, taking it as a permission to move.

And so he did, he pulled out just an inch or two, and then he was burying himself inside Josh to the hilt, drawing a muffled sound out of Josh that tore straight through the damp fabric still filling his mouth. Tyler didn’t let the moment stretch out too long after that, and found a steady rhythm right from the start.

Josh bit down into the lace with a needy whine as the sensation took over.

He felt every inch of Tyler against his walls, every drag of skin on skin, and his own body answered helplessly, cock leaking onto the sheets below as the rhythm built between them.

“Yeah,” Tyler moaned above him, voice rough and wrecked. “Just like this. Take it.”

Josh whimpered at the sound of him and finally forced his head up enough to look back into the mirror.

The sight almost ruined him all over again.

Because somewhere between Josh getting used to the feeling of being full again and completely surrendering to the sensation, Tyler's leather jacket came unzipped. And to Josh's utter surprise, he was wearing nothing underneath it.

It hung open on his body now, revealing the warm skin of his chest underneath. His tattoos shifted with every movement, muscles tightening and releasing as he moved behind Josh, and the contrast of it hit Josh hard enough to make him clench around Tyler's cock involuntarily.

Tyler groaned in the back of his throat.

His fingers dug into Josh’s hips, pulling him back on his cock as he leaned back just slightly. The motion made the jacket fall open even more, showing more skin, more ink, more of the way Tyler’s body worked with every thrust.

Josh couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Something about the way Tyler was halfway naked, halfway dressed in shiny leather was so erotic, and so hot, it made Josh's head swim with dizziness. It made Josh’s head swim, made the mirror feel less like a reflection and more like something obscene and holy all at the same time.

Tyler's eyes finally pulled away from where he was watching his cock disappear inside Josh and their eyes met in the mirror.

The intensity there stole whatever was left of Josh’s breath.

Tyler was gone too. Just as gone as him.

“Tell me, baby,” Tyler breathed heavily, each word broken by the rhythm between them. “Tell me how it feels.”

Josh whined into the gag, trying to answer Tyler's question, but it came out muffled and ruined around the fabric.

“Yeah...” Tyler’s hand shifted on his hip, the other sliding possessively across Josh’s back before settling over his side, just above his ribs. “Be a good girl and tell me.”

Josh moaned again, eyes threatening to fall shut as Tyler used the new grip to pick up the pace, to pull him closer, harder, and deeper into the rhythm. The room filled with the sound of them, skin on skin, heavy and breathless.

“This what you wanted, puppy?” Tyler asked breathlessly as he held Josh’s gaze in the mirror. “Wanted me to take you like this, didn’t you?”

Josh nodded feverishly.

The answer was in every part of him. In the way his body moved back into Tyler’s, in the way his cock kept twitching heavily between his thighs, and the way his hands shook against the sheets. In the heat coiling tighter and tighter low in his stomach, building so quickly it made him almost panic with it.

In that moment, he begged Tyler not to stop, begged him to fuck him more, harder, faster...

But none of those words ever made it past the lace stuffed in his mouth.

“God,” Tyler moaned above him, fingers digging into Josh’s skin as he kept up the pace. “You’re taking it so good. Such a good little slut for me.”

This time, Josh’s eyes did slide shut.

His head dropped between his shoulders again as the praise reached somewhere deep inside him, pulling another helpless sound from his throat.

“Na-ah,” Tyler clicked his tongue softly behind him.

His correction came sharp and immediate, his hand sliding into Josh’s hair, fingers gripping tight before he pulled his head back up, forcing his gaze toward the mirror again.

“Want you to watch,” Tyler huffed behind him.

Then he slowed down, just enough to catch his breath. The quick rhythm eased into something slower and deeper, almost cruel in how clearly it made Josh feel every movement. Josh’s eyes were glossy now, his expression blissed out and far away, but he kept looking.

At Tyler, at himself, at the scene reflected back at them.

Tyler leaned over him slightly, the open leather jacket brushing against Josh’s back, warm skin and cool leather grazing him at once.

“Do you see?” Tyler asked, eyes locking with Josh’s in the mirror. “This is how good girls get fucked at the end of the night, Joshie.”

With that he let go of Josh's hair, letting his head fall back and picked up the pace again. Josh let out an embarrassingly loud noise at the words. His thighs and hands trembling with need, his insides burning with the approaching orgasm.

Before he knew what he was doing, he let his hands fold and suddenly he was bracing up on his elbows, arching his back slightly and pushing his ass back on Tyler's dick.

Tyler let out a loud moan above him himself.

"Yeah fuck... just like that, pup." he breathed out. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

Josh whimpered needily and obeyed, rocking back into him with messy desperation, almost choking around the damp fabric in his mouth as the rhythm pulled another broken sound from him.

Tyler clocked it immediately and reached forward to pull it out of Josh's mouth.

"Yeah baby," he said breathlessly. "Let me hear you. Let me hear your pretty whimpers..."

As if Tyler’s words had pulled the sound out of him directly, Josh let out another needy sound. And this time, there was nothing to muffle it. His mouth was still getting used to being free again, his lips parted around messy, broken sounds that spilled out before he could shape them into anything coherent.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Oh fuck, oh fuck-”

His body kept moving almost on instinct, rocking back into Tyler with every thrust, then forward again, chasing the rhythm with a desperation that made his arms tremble beneath him.

“Such a good girl for me, Josh,” Tyler moaned above him.

Both of his hands gripped Josh’s ass now, fingers digging in as he watched the way Josh took him, watched the way his body opened and yielded and moved for him like it had been made for exactly this.

“P-please,” Josh stuttered needily, his hands threatening to give out under him, sweat slipping from his face and dripping down onto the ruined sheets. “Please, I’m so-”

He didn’t get to finish.

Tyler’s palm pressed between his shoulder blades, not even with much force, but Josh was already too far gone to resist it. His arms gave out beneath him, and he fell forward into the mattress with a broken sound, turning his face to the side at the last second.

Tyler’s hand slid into his hair again, gentler this time, but still firm enough to guide him, angling Josh’s head until he could still see into the mirror with one glassy eye.

Even like this, half buried in the messy sheets, Tyler made him watch.

And Josh did.

He saw the long curve of his own body stretched beneath Tyler. The way his spine dipped and his hips lifted perfectly into Tyler’s grip. The way Tyler towered over him, flushed and powerful, thrusting into him powerfully while the jacket threatened to fall off his shoulders.

He watched Tyler’s muscles tense and release.

Watched the way each thrust pushed his whole body forward into the bed.

Watched himself be taken apart.

His cock was leaking so much, his prostate was being hit on repeatedly, and somewhere in the middle of all that, Josh heard his own voice, as if from far away, already begging without his permission. Begging Tyler to keep going, to never stop, telling him he was so close, the words breaking into useless little whimpers between every breath.

“Yeah?” Tyler heaved above him, out of breath himself, sweat running down his temple. “Wanna come for me, pretty girl?”

The words undid Josh even more.

His whole body clenched around the sound of them, around the way Tyler said it like he had every right to. And then Tyler drove into him harder, voice dropping into something rough and almost desperate.

“Go ahead then,” he breathed. “Come for me sweet pup. Come on my cock like the filthy little girl you are.”

That was what pushed Josh over the edge.

His mouth fell open, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure tore through him in one hot, blinding wave. His whole body shook with it, helpless and overwhelmed, every muscle pulling tight before giving out completely as he came hard against the sheets beneath him.

“Oh my-” he faintly heard Tyler moan above him, “-fuck.”

Tyler’s rhythm broke too.

He pushed in a few more times, deep and unsteady now, before burying himself close and losing control right after him. His grip on Josh’s hips tightened once, then weakened almost immediately as the orgasm rolled through him too, his body shaking with the force of it.

Inevitably, Josh lost the balance and came crumbling down right on top of the sticky sheets. Tyler followed, his exhausted body falling on top of Josh, leather jacket still half on as he collapsed on top of him, riding out his orgasm with small twitches of his hips, trembling through the last small aftershocks.

“Jesus,” Tyler breathed against him.

Josh hummed weakly in agreement.

That was about as much language as he had left.

For a moment, they just breathed together, neither of them in any hurry to separate. Josh could feel Tyler's heart hammering against his back, the sweat cooling on their skin, and the gentle weight of Tyler still inside him.

Tyler’s breathing slowly evened out against the back of Josh’s neck.

Eventually, he lifted one hand and brought it to Josh’s face, brushing damp hair out of his eyes with a tenderness that made Josh's chest ache with something warm and overwhelming. His thumb traced along Josh’s cheek before he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to his temple.

“You did so good," he murmured.

Then he slowly pulled out of Josh, making both of them groan at the loss, and rolled onto his side next to him with a satisfied sigh, his body totally spent and pliant. Josh hummed in the back of his throat and shifted too, turning onto his side with great effort, ignoring the way the sheets tried to cling to his skin as he moved, too tired and boneless to care much.

For a few seconds, he only looked at Tyler through half lidded eyes.

Tyler was flushed and sweaty, hair a mess, lips swollen, leather jacket still open and hanging off him like he had forgotten it existed.

Josh swallowed around his dry mouth.

“How are you still dressed?”

Tyler huffed out a small laugh. Only then did he seem to remember the jacket, his hand drifting down to pick lazily at the zipper, expression almost offended by the fact that it was still on him.

“What?” he said, voice rough with exhaustion and amusement. “I wasn’t the one wearing pretty clothes that just had to come off.”

Josh stared at him for a second. Then a small smile tugged at his mouth.

“No,” he rasped. “but you were hot though.”

Tyler’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Mm. Still am.”

Josh let out a tired, disbelieving breath.

“Arrogant.”

“It’s called confidence,” Tyler corrected, rolling his head lazily on the pillow to look at him properly. Even exhausted, even wrecked, he still managed to look smug.

“And you like it.”

Josh’s eyes stayed on him. On the open jacket, the flushed skin beneath it, the satisfied curve of his mouth, and the softness in his eyes underneath the teasing.

“Yeah,” Josh admitted quietly. “I do.”

Something in Tyler’s expression warmed at that. Not smug now, just fond. He reached out and brushed his fingers along Josh’s cheek again, thumb sweeping softly beneath his eye as if checking that he was still there with him.

For a moment the teasing faded into something quieter.

“I’m still proud of you,” Tyler said.

Josh’s throat tightened again, but in a much softer way this time. He nodded once, tiny and tired, and Tyler leaned in to kiss his forehead. Then he grimaced suddenly and shifted his shoulders.

“Okay,” Tyler muttered. “But I actually do have to get out of this. I’m burning alive.”

Josh’s mouth twitched.

"Like I said... hot." Josh's comeback was weak but sincere.

Tyler groaned, but he was smiling when he did it.

Josh watched him struggle with the jacket for a second, too blissed out and boneless to help, and Tyler shot him a look but didn't say anything. When it finally came off, Tyler dropped it somewhere over the edge of the bed, and exhaled like he had just been released from a personal prison.

Then immediately turned back toward Josh, hand finding his waist with easy familiarity.

"Come on... pretty girl..." he said, softer now. "We should take a shower."

Josh flushed heavily.

With the intensity of pleasure gone, the nickname hit differently, suddenly clearer in the quiet aftermath, tender enough to make heat rise under his skin for a completely different reason.

But when he realized he'd have to get up, he groaned in protest, pressing his face deeper into the pillow.

"No.." he mumbled. “I live here now.”

“No you don’t,” Tyler corrected dryly. “Come on, princess. Shower, then clean the bed, then I’ll hold you as much as you want.”

Josh groaned again, but there was no real force behind it. He did feel disgusting. Sticky and sweaty and exhausted, and there was absolutely no way they were sleeping in those sheets tonight.

Then sighed like Tyler had asked him to climb a mountain.

“Fine.”

Tyler smiled against his skin.

“That’s my good girl.”