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padfootagain · 4 years

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A Crimson Christmas (II)

Chapter 2: Erika

Here we go for the next part of my Steve Rogers series! Will be focusing quite a lot on some character building for the reader, and some cute things with Steve. As several of you seemed to appreciate how I started the first chapter, I tried to make something similar for this chapter too. I hope you all like it!

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It is a strange thing to sum up an event in numbers. It makes one's head spin, and yet it never quite stirs the true horror of a tragedy or joy of a miracle. Yet, most of the times, when trying to describe an event, using numbers as a first weapon is almost a reflex, an automatic response of our brain as it tries to grasp something it can't hold.

If one wanted to sum up the sinking of the oil tanker Erika in December 1999, off the shores of Brittany, they would use the 4 numbers written above.

The first is the number of litres of gasoline that were released in the ocean from the cracked hull of the ship.

The second is the number of days it took for the fuel to cross the distance from the wreckage to the shore.

The third is the number of kilometres of French coast that were polluted by the floating gasoline.

The fourth, and last, is the estimated number of birds that died in the catastrophe.

Numbers though are but abstract quantities, and if one wants to truly describe the event, there is no other way but to attempt to draw a fair picture of the shores at the time.

The scenery is easy. December 1999, a lot of grey and blue as a storm rages out. The violent waves end to pierce the already weakened steel skin of the oil tanker and cause its carcass to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Its sailors are saved, but the shipment, 30 884 tons of petrol, is partially released in the Atlantic Ocean. The attempts to stop the black wave to reach the coast are cut short by the storm that shakes the sea at this time of year.

11 days later, the first pools of gasoline touch the islands that stain the French coast.

4 more days and 400 km of coast are completely covered by toxic oil.

At first, it is but a few dots staining the sand, some grey caught in the foam left by the waves. A few hours later, there are large blocks of black sticky substance all over the seashells. The next day, the rocks, and the paint of the boats, and the sand are barely visible at all. The army is sent to clean the shores, but the scale is too great. Volunteers join in, with shovels and sponges and knives and brushes in an attempt to clean up every rock, every grain of sand.

Walking through a beach at this time is walking midst soldiers and volunteers. Every step is a fight against the sticky product, with boots sometimes buried ankles deep into the dark petrol. It is the fresh salty smell of seaweeds replaced by the sour one of gasoline. It is cliffs falling in black sand instead of the blue sea. It is bodies of birds stranded all over the place.

What did it change? For the people living on the coast, it is still today an open wound. If one tries to talk about the incident with the local population, they will be met by a pair of sad eyes and the tale of Christmas holidays spent ankle-deep in gasoline.

For the world? Nothing. Just one more incident to add to the long list of chasms carved in the environment.

For you? Everything.

You remembered the long ride from Saint-Malo to the western coast. First holidays since you entered University. For this first semester, you were majoring in all subjects, but you already had a vivid passion for bio-ecosystems, and in particular, marine biology.

Then the Erika sank. It was natural to go and help. You remembered Christmas day spent breathing the toxic petrol until it was all you could smell. Your boots buried in the sticky, black slime. Shovels and shovels digging the polluted sand. Soldiers all around you, but despite all this help, it wasn’t enough. You knew everything the gasoline would touch would surely die. It would take years for nature to heal. It had taken a few hours and a few minds craving for money to destroy it all.

You were picking up your fifth dead gull of the day. The gasoline, stuck to its feathers, made it impossible for it to float, and impossible for it to fly. Most of them had drowned, and all you could do was pick up the corpses.

You had ventured further than the rest of your friends, closer to the rocks now barely visible in all this black, when you heard a loud cry. A cormorant, without a doubt. You needed only a few seconds to spot the bird, covered in oil already, struggling to escape, struggling to avoid drowning, struggling to survive…

Somehow, it was just too much. After all you had seen that day, it was the last thing you could endure. You didn’t think at all as you ran across the slippery rocks and jumped in the salty water, trying to keep your head above the petrol.

You grabbed that poor agonizing thing in your arm, trying to keep it afloat, and you didn’t let go as it tried to escape.

The sea was far from calm though, and the thick layer of gasoline made it impossible to swim. At the first big wave, you were submerged, swallowing a bitter gulp of mixed salty water and fuel. You heard then the distant voices of your friends calling after you, they sounded scared, and you realized that you were too. Another forceful wave had you pushed against the rocks and you hit your head hard, and all went as dark as that bloody gasoline…

The rest was a blur. You remembered waking up in a hospital bed a week later, a real miracle. You should have died, that was what everybody said. But you didn’t, instead, somehow, you lived with new abilities.

You didn’t know where they came from, and were too scared of what any doctor could do to you if you ever showed any sign of abnormality, you had seen too many movies and read too many books to ignore the threat of becoming a lab rat. Years later, the Avengers formed, and you were spotted by Nick Fury. What had happened in your mind when you accepted to join them, you didn’t know. You reckoned that in the end, it was worth it all. This moment now, especially, made it all worthwhile.

After all, seeing Captain America wearing mascara and red lipstick was a sight to see.

"Mets tes lèvres comme ça!" the ten-year-old girl instructed Steve as she pursed her lips to show him what she wanted him to do, and he imitated her.

"Parfait!" she clapped her little hands in excitement as she added even more red to Steve’s lips.

"Gwen, laisse-le tranquille," your brother admonished, trying to rescue Steve from the excited child. But Steve merely smiled.

"It’s okay, we’re just playing," he reassured the worried father.

"Lèvres! Comme ça!"t Gwenn called Steve back into position and he pursed his lips again.

You picked up your phone and sneaked a picture, that you immediately sent to the entire Avengers WhatsApp group. With the different timezones, you reckoned you would have no answer before a few hours, but it was worth the wait.

It was true that joining the Avengers had meant a lot of changes, a lot of risks, a lot of pain. But it meant that you had met your best friends as well, and you couldn’t refrain a tender smile as you watched Steve play with your niece now.

"Y/N… the coffee is growing cold!"

You reached absentmindedly for your cup and warmed the beverage again. Your sister gave you a look.

"Cheating again."

"Controlling water has to have a few advantages. My drinks are always at the perfect temperature!"

She rolled her eyes.

"So, for how long are the two of you staying in Saint-Malo?"

You merely shrugged as an answer.

"We don't really know. I mean, we're supposed to just stay for the holidays, but I guess we don't know what to do next."

"Ha… retiring superheroes… poor you. You will definitely not have the complete retiring allowance now! Does that even count as a job, superhero?"

"I don't think it does. Shit… I've lost all these years…"

The two of you giggled, but your father did not.

"You should think about what to do next. And you could stay here. It's home."

"Papa, it's not that easy."

"Why not? Because monsieur muscle over there won't move here for you? So, you could be with your family."

You and Steve exchanged a glance.

"Well, we… haven't really talked about that," Steve tried to elusively respond, but it failed.

"You've spent years living a dangerous life. It's time to settle down. And you have to think about financial security now."

"Papa…"

"You need to get a job. A real one."

"Saving the Earth was not a job important enough for you?" you fired back, feeling more and more annoyed.

"You wasted years over this superhero adventure. I'm not saying it was useless, of course not. And I am proud of you. But you sacrificed your life during all this time. You didn't settle down, you didn't think about having a family, you didn't think about your old days… And I think it's time for you to have a normal life for a change."

You considered his words, and realized there was wisdom in them. You didn't quite like the way he put it, but you couldn't deny that you had spent years putting your life on the line. And maybe he was right, maybe now it was time to think about your own happiness before everyone else's.

"And you?" your father turned to Steve, his tone accusatory. "Don't you want her to be happy?"

Steve was playing your fake boyfriend, yet, he didn't need to lie to answer that question. And you could see it, deep down, in the depth of his blue eyes, that he meant the words he spoke. That was what friends were made for, right?

"There's nothing I want more than for Y/N to be happy, sir."

It was hard to look away from his baby blue eyes for some reason. Despite his funny look, covered in make-up, you didn't want to laugh at all. You just… wanted to keep on looking at him.

You guessed that you were letting your thoughts drift too far, and forced your brain to focus on your family again.

"We'll see, papa," you gave your father a smile. "It's not that easy to decide what to do next. It was our life for so long."

"I haven't forgotten how much you had to sacrifice," he mumbled in a dark tone, and you knew that he was referencing to the years you spent on the run with Steve.

You heaved a tired sigh.

"We've talked about it… countless times. It was my choice to make, and I agreed with Steve. You would have preferred for me to become a pawn that could be used by governments whenever they wanted?"

"Of course not. Governments couldn't be trusted…"

"Then why are you still bringing that up?"

"Because I didn't see my daughter for two years, that's why!"

You heaved yet another sigh, and Steve finally stood up from his spot on the carpet where he had been playing with Gwen. He took some cotton and started to clean up his face.

"I think we've both had a life that was out of the ordinary for too long," Steve spoke with a slow, quiet tone, his voice deep and calm showing he had been giving the situation a lot of thought. "It's hard to imagine what to do with the life we have left. I think… we just need a little time to let it all sink in, the truth that it can be over, that we don't have to be the ones in charge anymore. I think… we had both come to be at peace with the idea that we didn't have the choice of a life of our own. Now that we do, it feels strange. We don't really know what to do with it. Personally, I've never been anything else. We just need a little bit of time, to get used to it all. Then, I'm sure the decisions will come to us quite naturally. In the meantime, we just want to enjoy Christmas."

He reached for your hand, and you guessed that it was just for the act. Just because he played your fake boyfriend. It would be logical, if you were a couple, to be holding hands then, you reckoned. He was right. Besides, it felt safe to hold his hand.

"You know, I think I'm very tired after our long journey and everything. We should go to bed," you proposed.

Your grandmother finally joined the conversation.

"I've forgotten the blankets."

"I know where they are, mamie, don't bother."

But she was already walking towards the bedroom, and after you bid goodnight to your family, while they were getting ready to go as well, you and Steve joined Martine in the bedroom she had prepared for Steve and you.

You were not surprised to find that she had already put the blanket upon the bed.

"Oh, I forgot," she explained, but you were not fooled.

There was a short silence, before she heaved a sigh.

"Your father is worried. He always is. He's just not good at showing it. He does it all wrong."

"I know."

"It doesn't matter what you choose to do next. We're all here for you. Et puis, je l'aime bien, ton petit Steve," she added with a tender smile towards your 'boyfriend'.

He gave her a warm smile.

"I'm glad you like me, I've spent a lovely afternoon with you, Martine," he answered.

"Tomorrow you can show him the town," your grandmother instructed you.

"Yes, I will."

"Goodnight, les amoureux!"

You could only bury your face in your palm. She had to call you lovebirds, of course… if only she knew the truth.

"Bonne nuit, mamie."

The second she closed the door behind her, Steve and you exchanged a tired glance. It was more than time to go to bed. Tomorrow would be a brand new day. And there was much to do, and many questions to find answers to.

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find-the-eyes · 5 years

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I’ll Try Anything Once: Chapter 28

Written by: Sol, ss, Allegra Edited by: ss

“So…what’d you think of that?” Paul unlocked the door to the flat and flopped down on the couch, exhausted.

“It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.” Bob hung his jacket up in the closet and went over to the couch, not joining Paul, but standing over him. He had to admit, he’d never had that big of an adrenaline rush before. By the time he got home there were still remnants of it and he wanted to ride it out.

“I had a great time,” Paul laughed. “Can’t wait to do that more often.” In the soothing, yellow glow of the cheap lights in the flat, Paul looked softer than ever. Bob had the strong urge to cuddle him, but knew he had to hold back. Even though they had shared their moments once in a while ever since the date, they had never actually talked about what their status was. So he stopped himself, even when the adrenaline was pushing him to wrap his arms around Paul and rest his head on his chest. He settled for sitting at the armrest, staring at Paul’s sleepy smile, chipped teeth and an arm draped over his face.

“You can come a bit closer, Bob. I’m not modeling today.”

Bob laughed and sat down next to Paul. “I’m just thinking about a lot of things right now.”

“Like?”

“I don’t know. I’m not used to people paying attention to me… I don’t know if I really liked performing tonight.”

“Well, you did a great job.” Paul sat up and rested his head on Bob’s shoulder. “And looked great too, might I add.”

“Don’t say that…” Bob smiled as his face began to burn. He hoped Paul couldn’t see. After an entire night of other people possibly staring at him, he didn’t know if he could handle any more, even if it was from Paul.

“We all loved being onstage with you tonight. Alex told me you’re one of the best bassists he’s ever heard, and you just started two weeks ago!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say I’m one of the best, but…”

“You’re just—” Bob felt arms wrapped around him. Perhaps Paul was high from the stage adrenaline rush too, he thought as Paul crushed him in a hug. “You’re the grounding energy we need onstage!”

“But—”

“I mean, Nick’s quite literally vibrating, Alex is up there trying to be all… flashy, I’m going absolutely crazy in the back, and… you’re just so cool, Bobbo!”

Between the pet name and the stage feedback, Bob opted to respond to the easier one. “Am I really that cool?”

“Yeah! Of course!” Paul laughed and tackled Bob, ruffling the blonde hair on the top of his head. “I mean it. I’ve seen gigs, been part of them before a couple of times too. I would know.”

Bob’s body was aching already from all the tension of performing, and now his cheeks had started to ache as well. He couldn’t contain his smile. It felt nice to be acknowledged by Paul, being pampered by compliments as he snuggled him. Everything felt nice and it was one of the rare moments that he felt fully confident in himself. In fact, he was so confident that he decided that maybe it was time that he put himself out there.

Paul untangled himself from Bob and got up. “Heading to bed, you joining?”

Bob tried to act cool. He should be used to this kind of wording from Paul. Bob shook his head. “I’ll catch up later.”

“Alright. Good night, Bob.”

“Good night.”

As Bob watched Paul retreat down the hallway, his thoughts turned back to the gig. The way he and Paul had quickly locked into rhythm together; the way Nick had bounced around the stage, more energetic than Bob had ever seen him; and Alex...everything about Alex, really. The way he managed to hit every note and chord perfectly even as he jumped and danced and occasionally ran around the stage. The way his fringe bounced against his forehead, the way he locked eyes with each person in the audience as though they were the only person in the room, the way he smiled and nodded at them...the way he had smiled at Bob, reassuring him. Bob pressed the palms of his hands against his eyelids, his heart fluttering at the memory. Alex was always so careful to make sure that Bob was alright.

As Bob reflected on Alex, he realized that if he wanted to become closer with him, he had to start being more honest. Although the thought terrified him, Bob was going to come out to Alex the next time he saw him.

Bob’s newfound confidence lasted all weekend, and by the time class rolled around on Monday, he felt ready to approach Alex. He made sure to get to class early to save the two seats in the back corner that he and Alex normally occupied, and began doodling absentmindedly in his sketchbook while he waited.

Alex rushed into the classroom a few minutes later and plopped down next to Bob. “Hey,” he gasped, slightly out of breath. “Thanks for saving my seat.”

“No problem,” Bob said, suddenly feeling far less confident. He rolled his pencil between his fingers. It was now or never. “Hey, Alex...I...I wanted to tell you something,” he said softly, now gripping the pencil.

“What’s that?” Alex turned to face Bob. He seemed unusually serious for 9 o’clock on a Monday morning.

Bob leaned closer to Alex so as not to draw attention to himself. “So I was talking to Paul the other day...and uh...we, I, um…I told him...”

Alex tilted his head, unsure of where this could be going.

“...I told him that I wanted our trip to Kelvingrove to be a date. Like...a date date.”

“Oh?” Alex sat up a little straighter. “You and Paul are dating?”

“No! Well, I mean, we went on a date? But...no...no, we’re not...” Bob muttered.

“Oh. But that means you’re…”

Bob looked at Alex, took a deep breath, and said the words he’d never been able to say out loud before. “Gay. Yeah. I’m gay.” The words rushed out of his mouth in a torrent. “And I just...I wanted you to know since you’re...you’re one of my best friends, you know?” He bit his lip and looked down, studying the pattern on the carpet. He jumped when he felt a warm touch on his right knee. “Well, thank you,” Alex smiled. “I’m honored.” Alex glanced around as the last few students trickled into the room - their professor would be here any minute. “Did you just figure it out…?”

“I always knew I was a little different...ever since I was a kid...but I couldn’t really put a name to it for a long time...until I was, I dunno, 14? 15, maybe?” Bob was rambling now, but he glanced up at Alex and figured that he didn’t seem to mind.

Alex nodded. “I always kind of thought you were.”

“Really?” Bob’s voice was a panicked whisper. Had it really been that obvious?

“Yeah. Dunno why, really. Just had a feeling.” Alex looked over at Bob, green eyes sparkling beneath those damned long eyelashes, and Bob felt his heart skip a beat. Alex shifted closer to Bob, leaning his arm on Bob’s desk, just as their professor walked in. “We can talk more later,” Alex said, a sly smile on his lips. Bob could have almost sworn that Alex winked at him.

As Bob went to close his sketchbook at the end of class, he flipped past a certain page with a certain drawing on it. He paused, considered it, then nudged Alex's shoulder. "Hey, I want to show you something."

Alex sat back up from stuffing his supplies into his bag. "Yeah?" Alex said, trailing off as he noticed Bob's opened sketchbook. He leaned closer. It was...it was him.

Alex laughed gently and held the sketchbook. The drawing was quite accurate, but was done in Bob’s signature soft style. Alex also noticed that it was drawn from Bob’s angle sitting next to him in class.

“Well, that’s sweet,” Alex smiled.

“Sweet?”

“Mhm,” Alex’s smile grew even wider. “You know what else is sweet?”

Bob shook his head, his stomach twisting and turning.

“You.” Alex raised his eyebrows, stepping so close to Bob that he could feel the warmth of his soft, rosy cheeks.

Bob giggled softly, looking back up at Alex after overcoming his embarrassment. Was this...flirting? Was Alex flirting with him? "You're sweet too," he said quietly.

Alex smiled at Bob, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'm going to head out now, if you care to join." He gave Bob a knowing look and left the classroom. Bob grabbed his bag, nearly spilling the entire contents onto the floor in his rush, and hurried out the door, catching up to Alex.

Once they were in the hallway, Bob looked up at Alex, searching for an answer to what was going on. Alex only grinned and pulled Bob into the corner behind the door where they hid from Dino a few weeks earlier. Before Bob could react, Alex's hands were on Bob's shoulders, steering him against the wall. There was a thunk that Bob vaguely realized was Alex's bag dropping off his shoulder and then, without warning, Alex kissed him.

Kissing Paul had been soft, careful, delicate - but this was different. Kissing Alex was fireworks and sparks and electricity, hands grabbing at hips, Alex's tongue swiping across Bob's lips. Bob instinctively parted them, his own tongue tangling with Alex's.

They stayed like that for a few moments until Alex pulled back, gasping for breath, his cheeks flushed. Bob had never seen Alex like this, but he knew he certainly wouldn't mind seeing more.

As if reading Bob's mind, Alex slipped his hands around Bob’s waist, pulling him close. “We should take this somewhere a little more private,” he murmured, giving Bob a sly smile. He slid one hand down to Bob’s arse and dragged the knuckles of the other across the bulge in Bob’s trousers.

Bob gasped softly at the sensation. His heartbeat thudded in his ears as he brushed his lips against Alex’s again and whispered back, “Let’s go.”

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OH MAH LAWD END ME NOW

Suho pushes down lightly on Banryu’s covered chest, and is met with little resistance.

“You’re never allowed anything you want.”

His eyelids flutter in unspoken agreement.

“Let me spoil you.”

With uncharacteristic composure Suho crawls over the other man’s body. Banryu can see everything, his head propped up on a pillow to watch Suho straddle him. The way he looks up at him, as if he’s his whole world, is almost too much.

Suho unties the loose bow that holds his robes closed, letting the silk slip off of his shoulder and pool at his legs. It’s a perfect distraction for Banryu, who’s still overwhelmed by the intensity of their eye contact. He admires the body above him. His skin isn’t pale and milky, flawless, and adorned with the soft curves of a woman. He’s tanned from the sun, and dotted with scars from where he’d been nicked by the sharp edge of a sword. Banryu notes, with a swell of unintended pride, that he’d probably been the cause of most of them.

Suho's hands reach up to the stars in silent worship.

“Intimate things need to be treated like a dance. You’re not very good at dancing, so let me lead?” He adds with a cocky smile that makes Banryu prop himself up on his elbows as an attempt at opposition.

“What makes yo—“ he snaps his mouth shut immediately.

Suho’s body begins to undulate in rhythmic waves that roll down from his chest and end at his hips, firmly pressed against Banryu’s own. He’s in sync with his own steady breathing; the rise and fall of his chest.

His hands lower to rest on Banryu’s shoulders, absentmindedly massaging the tense muscles-- exploring under the robe that threatens to unravel at any moment. Suho’s eyes close involuntarily, leaving him blissfully unaware of what he’s doing to the feverish man under him that continues to look up at him in a mixture of adoration and arousal. Banryu's hips spasm and jerk, but they're pressed against each other with enough pressure that he's effectively powerless. Suho's always had complete control over him.

The sudden absence of Banryu's warm breath tickling his neck wakes him from his daze.

Suho runs his thumb across Banryu’s trembling bottom lip, freeing it from the clutches of his teeth.

“You only bite your lip when you’re being wronged.” He assesses.

“How can you be so calm?” Banryu gasps. “It’s not fair.”

Suho's incredulous laughter vexes him.

Suho draws Banryu in so they're flush against each other. Banryu can feel the press of his erection against his stomach, suggestive even through the layers of clothing separating them. He winds his arms around Banryu's neck and strokes his hair.

"If you can't see what you do to me," he presses Banryu's ear to his chest, "then listen."

The illusion of tranquility shatters. His erratic heartbeat sounds the way Banryu feels.

Suho pulls away, slightly breathless.

"I didn't know." Banryu whispers, eyes locked on the way Suho's lips shine appealingly.

They open to say something, but never get the chance.

Banryu's first kiss is as tender and loving as it is powerful and passionate. Their lips fit snugly together as if they're been designed for the very purpose of kissing until they needed air. And they do, over and over again, each time renewing a secret vow between the two of them. Banryu let's Suho take the lead, letting their lips dance with each other in time to their heartbeats. They don't feel the need to fight for dominance. They become one.

Suho's wandering hands suddenly find themselves planted firmly on Banryu's hips. He gasps into the kiss.

"We don't have much time, I'll make you feel good first."

Banryu tries to protest, but shuts up when Suho's hand grazes his bare thigh under his clothes.

"I said I'd spoil you. Do you really want to argue with me right now?" He hums smugly, coyly eyeing the way Banryu jerks up to his touch.

The hand threaded though Banryu's hair cups his jaw lovingly, thumb stroking just under his lip. Without any thought, half in a drunken trance, Banryu parts his lips and takes Suho's digit into his mouth. He sucks and licks the calloused pad of his thumb in a way that's inexplicably dirty to Suho. Imagining those lips wrapped around something else, warm, pink tongue working their magic around--

"Make me feel good, Suho."

Hearing those words trigger something in him, like a dam finally breaking, and torrents of adrenaline and lust flood his system. Suho's hands work mechanically to remove his undergarments, freeing Banryu's erection. The fact that he hadn't bothered to take off his robe, leaving it only half open, makes Banryu seem oddly demure. To Suho, it's the most erotic thing he's ever seen.

His hand clasps around the hard member. His thumb is still slick with saliva, which he uses to lubricate the sensitive tip.

Suho notices his hands digging into the mattress.

"You're not used to this are you? You barely ever touch yourself, let alone allow other the pleasure of doing so."

Banryu stifles a moan.

"You have no idea how good it feels to finally get my hands on you."

Suho's hand is pumping at the same steady pace he uses for himself.

"The one thing forbidden to me."

He spreads beads of pre-cum over Banryu's member, moving faster and applying more pressure.

"How do you think they'd react? Seeing you undone like this. Because of me." Suho whispers into the shell of Banryu's ear. He feels a sadistic sense of satisfaction watching Banryu's jaw strain with the effort to contain his voice.

"You were hard before I could touch you. And look at how wet you are. Look at yourself."

Suho nibbles his way down Banryu's exposed neck, spreading more pre-cum with the rough pad of his thumb.

"Do you think I can make you scream loud enough to wake our friends next door?"

"You're such an arrogant rat." Banryu hisses through gritted teeth. Suho smiles against Banryu's collarbone. It wouldn't be them without a bit of teasing. Suho thinks, for once, that Banryu deserves the truth.

"You're so beautiful Banryu. I can't breathe around you. I can't think around you. Tell me you feel the same."

A tense moment passes between them. Their eyes lock and the sincerity in Banryu's eyes is enough of an answer for him.

Banryu cries into the crook of Suho's shoulder, spilling into his hand as an orgasm rocks him.

The heat of the moment is slowly dying down, and

"I'll take care of this in the shower."

"I could...Help you?" Banryu offers weakly, voice laced with fatigue.

"The others will be back soon. Get some sleep." Suho tucks a stray lock of hair behind Banryu's ear, but there's little point. Banryu's a complete mess. His lips are red and raw, hair unruly, cheeks flushed with the remnants of his orgasm. He doesn't know how ravished he looks, or how much it's affecting the painful strain in Suho's groin.

The event's that'd occurred tonight leave images that could satisfy Suho's libido for a lifetime, but knowing how much further they could've taken things leaves much left to the imagination. Before Banryu can drift asleep Suho brings his fingers to his mouth and licks the remnants of Banryu's cum, making sure he can see everything.

"Don't--"

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll be thinking of you the whole time."

Banryu is still wide-awake when the others sneak back into the dorm some time later. He listens to the 4 climb into bed as quietly as they can, and smiles to himself at a comment Yeowool makes before succumbing to exhaustion.

"Of course Banryu is already asleep. He never does anything exciting."

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