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Jealousy is truly an ugly emotion. Bojan frowns to himself from where he's sitting alone in a corner of the club he and Jere got dragged off to after Joker Out's gig. Tonight was supposed to be calm. Or well. As calm as things can be with Käärijä. The man had already made his surprise guest appearance a few days ago, revealing to the world that he was in fact in Slovenia. They'd managed to find a gap in which Jere had no gigs planned for a whole week, while Joker Out only had to finish up three. The screams that erupted when those familiar notes to Cha Cha Cha played were deafening. Bojan hadn't felt that alive on stage since his own surprise reveal in Tavastia.
The way the entire crowd had chanted that iconic song, how Jere was simply glowing throughout the whole performance.....mentally Bojan is still there.
But he isn't actually there, unfortunately. Instead he's sulking in the corner of some club, staring intently at how a girl is putting her hands all over Jere. Selfishly, Bojan had assumed that maybe if he could get his boyfriend to come to Slovenia, that he wouldn't attract as much attention as he did in Finland. While Jere is still famous among Joker Out fans, the chance of him being easily recognized without his neon green bolero on was slightly more slim than it was in the Finn's own country. Besides, Jere not speaking a lick of Slovenian reduced the chances of him getting hit on by strangers.
If they can't communicate with him through words, then they can eye fuck him all they want but Jere won't notice a damn thing. Especially after a Piña Colada or two. The rapper minds his own business anyways. Doesn't engage with strangers unless spoken to. More often than not Bojan translates whatever it is a stranger wants to tell Jere, putting himself between his boyfriend and the person. Sometimes when he's lucky, the Slovene stranger won't speak English and Bojan can tell Jere whatever the hell he wants. Can tell the Finn that the person just complimented his outfit before turning to the stranger and curtly telling them that Käärijä isn't interested and that he doesn't have his phone with him anyways so no he can't give you his number.
His bandmates exchange knowing glances with each other whenever he does it, never hesitating on teasing him mercilessly afterwards. Bojan's possessiveness is a well known subject of mockery within the group. The brunette wishes he could say that his issues with sharing are linked to some sort of past relationship issues but he's never had problems with jealousy this bad. That's all Jere bringing it out within him.
And right now his inner demons are screaming for him to take action. Tell that chick to back the fuck off and not touch what isn't hers. It's a war in Bojan's head that really exhausts him. He doesn't see Jere as an object, of course not. The man can do whatever and talk to whoever he damn pleases. Bojan has never told him he can't interact with another person because of his own issues. He doesn't want to control his boyfriend. He just wants the unpleasant nausea swirling in his stomach to fade and for her to get her fucking hands off of Käärijä.
Who the fuck does she think she is? She doesn't know Jere. Probably only sees him as the Cha Cha Cha guy and not the complex human being Bojan knows him to be. She doesn't know that Jere chews on his toothbrush and that he doesn't like oranges and that he cries during sex sometimes. He's so much more than just Käärijä. Ugh.
"Bojan, are you okay? Your hand is, like, about to break the glass." Nace timidly points out, grimacing at the way Bojan's knuckles have turned white around his drink.
The singer slams his drink back in one go before setting it down on the table, sighing.
"I'm fine." He grunts out, not even attempting to fool anyone.
"You should talk to him." Jan pipes up, leaning against the booth and looking down at Bojan like he knows what he's talking about. "Like a normal human being."
Bojan holds back a snappy remark. His boys are just trying to help. He has no right getting angry at them. Or feeling angry at all, honestly. He's the one that insisted on keeping his and Jere's relationship private to the public. Käärijä is single for all anyone knows. Not that it'd stop that damn woman even if the rapper was openly in a relationship. The way she's laying it on thick...Jesus. Does she not have anything better to do? Bojan rubs at his temples with his fingers, trying to work away an upcoming headache. Jealousy requires a lot of mental and physical energy from him. He should write a song about it. How being jealous is a different kind of hell entirely.
It's when the blonde girl leans in close to whisper something in Jere's ear that Bojan's patience snaps like a twig. He gets up from his seat, still calm enough to nod when Nace tells him to be cool, please. He's tipsy and emotional but he'd never do anything to fuck up the band's and his own image. Bojan is cool as a cucumber when he walks over, looping a friendly arm around Jere's shoulder once he reaches the two.
"Oh! Bojan!" Jere enthusiastically gestures at the taller man, looking ecstatic to have him here. "He is best friend from Joker out. Bojan Titanic."
Her bright blue eyes fixate on him with faked interest. She looks like how most women in Finland look. Would she be Jere's type if it weren't for Bojan? The thought does nothing to soothe his inner turmoil and the Slovene struggles to keep his polite poker face on.
"I know who you are." She says, and Bojan doesn't mean to be an arrogant asshole but obviously she knows who he is. "I loved your song for Eurovision!"
Oh. Okay. Bojan blinks, caught off guard for a second before smiling a bit more convincing. "Thank you!"
And for a moment he naively thinks that maybe it'll turn out fine. That this chick is just a bit overly friendly but doesn't have any other intentions. Hell, Bojan wouldn't even care if she started flirting with him instead if it means she'll keep her eyes off of Jere. But no such luck. After the friendly interaction she gets right back to buttering up Jere.
"You have a very cute smile!" She compliments eagerly, giggling when Jere smiles even wider at that.
"Thank you so much!!" Jere all but yells, all about good vibes despite Bojan's increasingly darkening thoughts. "You very friendly!"
Very friendly, yeah right! Bojan wants to face palm but he doesn't. It's clear that Jere is simply out of his element here. He's in a foreign country with someone speaking English to him which is barely his second language. It's not that crazy to assume that Jere just isn't picking up on the flirty undertone of the girl's words. But if he could just look at Bojan again instead of at that fucking woman-
"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asks, reaching out a hand towards the Finn's face.
And that's when Bojan's brain turns on autopilot. In the middle of Jere's "no, no I have-" the girl's hand is getting too close to his lover's face and Bojan moves at lightning speed to catch her wrist. Silence falls between the three of them. The girl and Jere look stunned, surprised by the sudden shift in atmosphere Bojan's action has caused. The Slovene himself is equally surprised. There goes being cool as a fucking cucumber.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles out, immediately releasing the blonde's wrist. "But we uh...we have to go. Emergency."
He doesn't give her the chance to protest or ask any questions, tugging at Jere's hand and leading him away from the girl. His boyfriend is saying something from behind him but the blood rushing in Bojan's ears is impossibly loud. They pass by Joker Out's table on their way out and Bojan quickly stops to say his goodbyes and promises that he'll be on time for the meeting tomorrow. He doesn't stick around to hear their confused comments, instead dragging Jere out of the stuffy nightclub.
Jere has gone quiet by now and Bojan stops in his tracks for a moment to glance back at him. The small Finn thankfully doesn't look upset. Rather....thoughtful. Ice blue eyes peering into Bojan's soul. The Slovene wonders if Jere has any idea what's going on in there.
Bojan opens his mouth to say something but the words die on his tongue so he says nothing at all. His head is pounding, emotions all over the place. His hands shake around his car keys and before he can open the door, Jere gently puts his hand over Bojan's.
"I drive, Bojan." Jere insists, opening the passenger side door for his partner.
Bojan doesn't argue with him. Safety first. He's in no state to be driving them home. So he simply obeys and goes to sit down while the older man occupies the drivers seat. Bojan looks out the window while Jere drives. The silence between them isn't quite tense per se, but there is a sense of anticipation there. An unspoken question. While the situation back there thankfully didn't escalate, Bojan still behaved unlike himself. Or more like, he did a piss poor job at hiding his ugly, ugly emotions.
"....she just being friendly." Jere says eventually, tone careful.
Bojan scoffs at that but doesn't say anything. Can't bring himself to utter any words. What is there to say after all?
Jere barrels on, not at all discouraged by the brunette's silence. "She get a bit flirty at the end there, yes, but...not that bad. I think."
He doesn't outright ask it but the unspoken question hangs between them. Why are you so upset? Bojan doesn't know. Someone else (rightfully) showing their interest in Jere shouldn't throw him off this much. He would've had an excuse to be livid if the girl tried kissing him or something but the worst thing she attempted to do was maybe touch Jere's face and even that was enough to set Bojan off. He doesn't like how he gets when he feels genuinely jealous. It makes him feel out of control, like Bojan has no will of his own and the emotion has taken over his everything.
Jere shifts in his seat, a worried little frown on his face. He's watching Bojan in the mirror while the younger man stubbornly avoids his eye.
"So sorry...." The Finn murmurs, making Bojan's head perk up. "If I make you feel bad. Not mean to...."
Bojan feels guilty now. It's not at all Jere's fault that he can't keep his own emotions in check. He's (almost) a full grown man and yet here he is throwing a silent tantrum like a child. Bojan moves towards the shorter man, bracing a hand on Jere's shoulder as he leans in to kiss his cheek. There's still lingering uneasiness in Bojan's mind but being alone with his boyfriend makes things more bearable.
"Not your fault." Bojan whispers to him, hoping it's enough to rid Jere of the thought that he somehow has to take responsibility for the Slovene's mood swings.
Bojan should probably talk about his feelings for once instead of silently mulling over them but he can't find it in himself to verbalize what he's going through right now. He'll have to do some self reflection....later. At the moment only one thing is on his mind. Reclaiming Jere. Getting the smell of that woman's perfume off of him and replacing it with Bojan's own. Take and take and take from the other man until Bojan feels calm again. The poor Finn is clueless to how dark the singer's warm brown eyes have gotten, humming along to the tune of some generic Slovenian pop song that's playing on the radio.
Jere smells too sweet and floral. Bojan will have to work to get the stench off.
By the time they get to Bojan's place, the brunette's head is still full of chaos. There's something restless brewing inside of him. He feels his sense of self control slipping rapidly and it's both frightening and exhilarating. He's tired of keeping himself in check. Bojan can only take so much before he snaps. The singer has half a mind to ask Jere to take a shower with him, if only to get the girl's scent off of him, but decides against it last minute. It would be useless if Jere decided to clean himself right now. That'll have to wait until Bojan's done with him.
He does take a shower himself though, because his body is sticky from sweat and spilled alcohol. The water raining down onto his face does finally manage to calm Bojan slightly. At least, enough for him to reason that no, he still needs to keep himself in check before he does something out of line. He wants to use Jere as a way to unleash his inner turmoil in a non harmful way but to accomplish that he'll still have to control himself. Can't turn into a beast. God knows Jere wouldn't be able to walk for days if Bojan decides to go all out. He wants to fuck the man delirious, not disable him.
By the time Bojan gets out of the shower he feels much more awake. It's begun to rain outside, water droplets clattering against the windows. There's the occasional rumble of thunder and he can tell a storm is on the way. Perfect. It sets atmosphere. Hopefully Jere won't get spooked by the lightning that'll strike eventually.
"Wooow.....is raining hard, Jokerman! Come look." Jere ushers from where he's staring out Bojan's bedroom window.
The Finn has changed into something more comfortable, now clad in a black hoodie and dark blue basketball shorts. He looks soft and pliable. If it weren't for Bojan's lust taking over his senses he surely would've been cuddling the man by now.
"Yeah." Bojan hums in agreement, mouth close to Jere's ear when he goes to stand directly behind him. He can see the way goosebumps break out onto that pale skin and he can't suppress a smile.
Jere has no idea what's coming to him. Bojan moves so the black-haired man can get away from the windowsill, satisfied to see his boyfriend climbing right onto the bed. That's where he likes to see him. Bojan takes his time, pretending to be busy as he walks around his bedroom and puts away the clothes that have been abandoned on the floor. He leaves one item on the floor by the foot of the bed. His belt. Jere doesn't seem to notice the detail, scrolling away at his phone from where he's sitting up against the headboard.
Bojan moves to flick on the lamp on his nightstand before he turns off the bright ceiling lights. Jere startles at the sudden change in brightness but otherwise doesn't react. It's just light enough to illuminate the middle of the room. The corners are covered in shadows. Bojan lurks around in a darker part of the room for a few seconds. Watching Jere who hasn't gotten a single clue as to what's coming to him. The smaller man looks up then, eyes wide and squinting for a moment before a sigh of relief slips past his lips.
"Jesus, Bojan! You scare me. What you doing there? Come here." Jere ushers for his lover to come over, opening his arms and simply radiating warmth.
Bojan obeys and takes only a few strides to get to the bed. Jere is watching him almost cautiously, probably wondering if he's just imagining the dark glint in his boyfriend's eyes. He lets out an unhappy little huff when Bojan stops at the end of the bed but doesn't get on.
"What you wait for? Until someone else get in instead?" Jere teases, a mischievous little smirk on his face.
And that's what finally does it for Bojan. The last thread of his self control snaps just like that, as if it had been waiting for Jere to push it to its limit.
Bojan's demoni takes over.
The rational, human side of Bojan is gone when he climbs onto the bed. Only his instincts are left now. There's something animalistic about the way Bojan's heart rushes in his ears once more the closer he gets to the Finn. Jere's smug smirk has been wiped off his face. He looks more nervous now, sensing that something has shifted in the air. In Bojan. The Slovene braces one of his hands against the headboard next to Jere's head, caging him in. Nowhere to run. The other grabs a hold of the rapper's phone and puts it on the nightstand. He licks his lips when he sees how Jere's Adam's apple bobs when he swallows, wanting to taste.
"....Bojan?" Jere calls out hesitantly, shrinking ever so slightly when those predator eyes focus on him. The irises are almost black now.
"Jere." Bojan simply responds. The name repeats inside his head over and over again like a haunted record. Every beat of his heart, every breath he takes, it's all Jere.
Jere breaks the eyecontact, gaze flicking down to Bojan's lips instead. Betraying exactly what he wants. It clicks inside Bojan's head then that maybe Jere wants this as much as he does. To be claimed and be branded as someone else's. The Slovene makes his lover wait for it just a little longer, inching closer and closer to the other man's face but never quite touching. Usually Jere would've already been kissing him, bossy and impatient. But something has changed in their dynamic. The Finn doesn't move an inch.
Bojan presses his lips against Jere's. The shorter man melts into the kiss, eyes slipping closed and arms looping around the taller's neck. Bojan keeps his own eyes open, watching every scrunch of Jere's eyebrows and every detail on his pretty face. He slides his hands under that soft hoodie, stroking flesh. Takes in the way the body beneath him shudders. Bojan's hands wander lower and lower until they reach thick thighs. He grips them tight, forcefully spreading Jere's legs and using the gasp of surprise the Finn lets out to push his tongue inside his mouth. They make out frantically for a while, tongues shoving against one another and fingers gripping hot flesh.
"Hnnn....." Jere looks a little dazed when Bojan pulls back, blue eyes clouded with lust.
Bojan isn't quite hard yet, which is impressive honestly, but the smaller man is already sporting one hell of an erection. The reaction tells the brunette all he needs to know about how Jere feels about being dominated. He can tease and be a brat all he wants but when push comes to shove, when Bojan has stopped playing, he rolls over. Click. Boom. At Bojan's mercy.
"I want you all to myself." Bojan admits, voice having grown so gruff that it doesn't sound like his own anymore. Demoni. He's tired of pretending like he doesn't want Jere's attention solely on him.
Jere's breath hitches at that, thighs trembling in Bojan's firm grip. ".....you have me."
The Slovene smiles at that, all dark and twisted and he's truly lucky that Jere is willing to indulge him like this. Is willing to give himself to Bojan until his hunger has been satisfied. Not that that's even possible, not really. Bojan will always be starving for Jere. He can never be truly satisfied. But for now he makes due with what he has, gripping the small Finn's legs tighter to slide him further down the bed until he's beneath Bojan. The rapper blinks up at him through dark eyelashes, anticipating.
Bojan gets to work. He bends down to kiss the insides of Jere's soft thighs, not missing the way the man beneath him twitches at the contact. Jere's legs have always been sensitive. Sometimes he likes to squeeze them unexpectedly, just to watch his boyfriend jolt and try to stifle a noise. He sucks hickeys into the pale flesh, claiming. Jere squirms and lets out low pleased noises. Bojan feels power surging through his veins at the fact that even though he's the one wearing only a towel, his lover is the one reacting to every bite and puff of breath against his skin. He's already falling apart and they haven't even started yet.
The brunette takes his sweet time exploring the other man's body. Jere feels so much smaller than him like this, Bojan towering over him and pawing at his warm flesh. The rain continues to pour outside. Bojan pushes Jere's hoodie up, revealing his soft tummy and unbelievably hot Rammstein tattoo. Glancing up, the Slovene can see that the pale man has thrown an arm over his face, breathing hard. He's bashful tonight, shy under the intensity of Bojan's gaze.
Pride swells in his chest, knowing that no one else gets to see Jere like this. No one else knows how their precious Cha Cha Cha man sounds when he whimpers and sighs in pleasure. How submissive he can be. A stark contrast to how snarky Käärijä is.
Bojan's wet hair is dripping, water droplets splashing onto Jere's bare chest. The Slovene shifts to lick up the water with one hot stroke of his tongue and it's enough for the small Finn to let out a proper moan. His lips move to leave bite marks all over Jere's chest instead, his hands moving down to simultaneously massage his ass through the shorts. The rapper is shifting restlessly, getting more and more worked up with every passing second. His leg spasms at a particularly hard bite. Bojan can feel his own patience starting to run thin. Jere still smells unlike himself and it's really distracting him. He needs to make him sweat, damn it. Fuck him until he stops smelling like flowers and smells like Bojan instead.
"Roll over....." Bojan murmurs into Jere's neck, after having ground their erections together for a solid five minutes. Much to his delight, the Finn does exactly as he's told. Eagerly wiggles out of Bojan's grip to roll over until he's flat against the mattress.
Bojan decides that he likes that. A lot. Maybe he'll give the other man a reward for being so obedient later. It doesn't happen often so might as well celebrate it. But that can wait. Bojan grabs Jere's hips and lifts them until the shorter has his face down and his ass up. The Slovene hums appreciatively at the sight. He drags off the basketball shorts, amused to see that the rapper didn't bother with underwear. Horny fucker. Well, not like Bojan's any better.
"You be gentle, yes?" Jere asks hopefully, glancing back at his boyfriend with big blue eyes.
Bojan chuckles low and easy at that, dipping his fingers into the bottle of lube. Not a fucking chance. His instincts are screaming at him to ruin Jere until he can't take it anymore.
"No." He simply says. Jere shifts nervously beneath him, letting out a shuddering breath when a finger prods at his entrance.
He has no intentions of going easy on the small Finn. He's going to take his fill until he's (temporarily) satisfied. So he starts prepping Jere with quick and deep strokes of his fingers, searching around for his good spot. Bojan smirks a little when after a while of fingering, Jere's legs start to shake and he's gripping the sheets tight. Found it. He jams his digits into the spot, ruthless in the way he forces a cute little moan out of his lover's mouth.
It doesn't take long before Jere really starts trashing around, biting into the pillow and desperately clawing at the bed until he can't take it anymore.
"Wait....wait-" Jere pleads in a panic, but Bojan holds him tight and refuses to ease up on the rapid pace. A few more seconds pass before the dam breaks loose.
Jere cums all over himself and the sheets, the whimper he lets out so fucking pathetic that Bojan closes his eyes and shudders at the way the noise makes his cock twitch. He pulls his fingers out and observes how his boyfriend slumps boneless against the mattress.
Jere is so adorable. Bojan wants to make him scream.
But somehow he manages to keep himself in check, giving Jere time to catch his breathe and recover from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He massages the other man's back and murmurs quiet little praises into his ear. Good boy, sweetheart, rakas and whatnot. Jere chuckles at the sweet words, shaky but pleased. When he's come down enough from his high, Bojan flips the rapper over to face him again. The Finn is like playdough under his hands, letting the brunette move him around as he pleases.
Bojan decides not to slide in right away. Instead, he pulls Jere closer to him and starts kissing all over his unmarked neck instead. It's no fun banging the shorter man if he's not yet hard again. So he focuses on sucking bruises into the pale skin of Jere's throat. His boyfriend's eyes slip closed in bliss, completely relaxed in Bojan's arms. Trusting. Bojan's heart squeezes at that. Even with the way he's been flinging Jere around like a ragdoll, obviously wanting nothing more than to break him, the Finn still hugs him close and trusts him enough to allow himself to be ravished like this. It's....sweet. Something gentle amidst the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Thunder crackles precisely at the moment Bojan pulls away from Jere's neck to stare down at him with a gaze full of heat. Jere jumps at the unexpected noise and Bojan holds him tighter, protecting.
"Can I fuck you?" He asks once the other man is sporting a semi again. Even though this whole thing is about Bojan using Jere again and again until his demons have calmed down, he doesn't want to hurt his angel. Jere hates getting overstimulated and it's possible that getting dicked down so soon after an orgasm will feel uncomfortable.
But Jere doesn't seem to mind, wrapping his arms around Bojan's neck and pressing his forehead against his. "Yes, please."
Bojan's towel slips from his waist, revealing his throbbing hard-on. Jere looks down at it, eyes dark and just a little bit teary. The Slovene can't wait until the other man's make-up is ruined completely. Bojan grabs his cock with one hand to lead it down to Jere's entrance, sitting ready but not entering just yet. Really, he's beyond impressed with himself that he's managed to be this patient so far. His poor Jere won't be able to get a word in once he allows himself to fully let go.
"Remember the safeword?" Bojan checks in, just to be sure. Jere's eyes widen a little before he nods eagerly.
He knows full well what that implies. They only ever use a safeword when things are about to get really rough. Which doesn't happen often. And when it does, it's usually while Jere is still in his Käärijä mindset. But not tonight. This is all Jere. The one Bojan is so in love with that it suffocates him sometimes. Hopefully there will be no need for either of them to say Frank.
Finally, finally Bojan pushes inside. Both men can't help but groan. Jere feels scorching hot inside, tight around the Slovene's cock. Bojan's entire body shudders, having to stop and wait for a few seconds before shoving all the way in. Jere lets out a wheeze at that, head thrown back against the pillow, feeling full. The woman's perfume doesn't smell as strong as it did earlier. But it's still there and Bojan wastes no time swinging his hips back before slamming into his boyfriend. His fingers grip Jere's waist tight with intent of leaving behind fingerprints. The rapper has started mumbling in Finnish, eyes crossing slightly as he just takes it.
"Ah...nhh...v-vittu....." Jere holds onto the singer for dear life, scratching his nails down his back. Bojan's pace is downright brutal. Almost frantic in the way he fucks the man underneath him.
Jere jumps at another crack of thunder, accidentally clenching hard around Bojan's dick. The brunette moans out at the contact and almost loses his rhythm. The way the entire room flashes white at every occasional lightning strike only adds to the ethereal bliss in Bojan's heart, completely out of his mind as he slams into Jere over and over again. His brain has turned to mush, he gives in to his demoni, his desires. The Finn is near delirious himself, drool leaking from one corner of his mouth, eyes hazy and unfocused.
It's not long after that, that one of Jere's hands sneaks down from Bojan's shoulders to his own body, desperate to touch. Unfortunately for him, the vocalist has noticed, pushing his hand away before it can reach its destination. Most of the time he lets Jere stroke himself to completion if he so desires, but tonight he wants the small Finn to obey. But that stubbornness the rapper has about him defies Bojan, letting out a whine after his lover has smacked his hand away for the second time.
"Bo-Bojan.....please...." Jere begs, tears in his eyes and his hair a mess and his lips swollen.
Fucking gorgeous. Jere dares to try touching himself one more time before Bojan gets fed up.
"No, Jere." He growls, towering over the other man to stare him down before smacking his pretty little crying face with his open palm.
Jere gasps in surprise at the sudden sting of pain but the broken moan he lets out as the tears fall from his eyes speaks volumes. Bojan was hesitant to inflict any kind of pain upon his lover the first time Jere brought up wanting to be smacked sometimes. It didn't feel right to him at the time, hurting this sweet man even if it wasn't a seriously hard slap. But he's done it a few rare times during sex since then, when it feels appropriate in the moment, and Bojan can't deny that he's come to love how fucking powerful it makes him feel. That he's the only Jere puts enough trust in to hurt him and not take it too far.
Streaks of mascara run down Jere's face as Bojan grips his jaw, forcing his boyfriend's mouth open before pushing his tongue inside. Jere is helpless to do anything but whimper beneath Bojan, uselessly rocking back and forth against the mattress. The Finn is out of breath by the time the brunette pulls back and he simply can't resist any longer. Bojan pulls hard at Jere's hair, forcing his head to the side so he can sink his teeth into the smaller man's shoulder.
Crack. Boom. Lightning.
"O-oww!" Jere cries out, voice cracking before abruptly cumming between them.
Bojan fucks him through it, rocking into his angel until his own orgasm starts to build. Jere's tears have sunk into the pillow, smudging it. Bojan bends down to lick the salty tears off the Finn's face, grimacing at the taste. But somehow it's enough to make him cum. He quickly pulls out to come all over Jere. Marking his territory.
Geez, Bojan, since when have you become such an animal?
He's completely out of it for a few minutes after that, having collapsed on top of Jere, making a mess between them. The rapper's pale face is flushed red, his make-up a complete mess and looking like Bojan has fucked his brains out. He's never looked more beautiful, honestly.
"Fuck Bojan....you, uh, really....." Jere can't even seem to find the words, voice husky as if he were sick.
There's a naive moment in which Bojan thinks that maybe he's finally managed to calm down. He's resting with his head against Jere's chest, feeling the quick rise and fall of his breathing. The rain softly clatters in the background, momentarily distracting the Slovene before he comes to a conclusion.
Bojan isn't satisfied yet.
He takes in Jere's scent and feels that frustrating jealousy flare in his chest once more when he notices that his lover still smells like flowers. It's almost faded by now but the fact that Bojan can still smell the perfume makes him clench his teeth. Seriously, what the fuck? Jere doesn't seem to notice the brunette's inner demons still running wild, shifting under Bojan to chug off his hoodie. He's still panting with the intensity of his orgasm, undoubtedly exhausted after cumming twice in such a short period of time.
Too bad.
Jere startles hard when Bojan suddenly crawls between his legs, having naively thought that that was the end of it. As if. The brunette spreads his thighs again to be able to get to Jere's cute small cock. He leans in to lick a stripe up the oversensitive head and listens to the pained whine he receives at the action.
"N...no more...." Jere pleads and tries to close his legs but Bojan only forces them further apart. He licks again, gaining a similar reaction.
"You can take it." The Slovene insists. Jere pouts and squirms beneath him but he's still in a submissive headspace it seems as he doesn't argue or protest.
Bojan will definitely reward him when he's done. For now he focuses on getting Jere hard for a third time, moving to take the other man in his mouth, wondering if it's even possible to wring another orgasm out of him. Jere can recover quite quickly but even he has his limits. Bojan wonders how far he can push the Finn until he breaks. He's giddy with excitement just thinking about it, so he enthusiastically sucks his boyfriend's dick until he can feel it harden in his mouth again.
"....f....." Bojan freezes at the word, listens attentively. "....fuck, Bojan." False alarm.
His poor angel is clearly on the edge between pain and pleasure, legs trying to close around Bojan's head but hips simultaneously thrusting upwards. Body confused as to what it wants. Bojan temporarily has mercy on his lover, only because he's about to do something that'll send the rapper even more over the edge.
He leans over the bed to swipe his belt off of the floor, just as lightning crackles and the room flashes white for a few seconds. When Jere spots the item his eyes go comedically wide, looking so genuinely nervous for a moment that Bojan rushes to caress his face, comforting him. He'd never hit Jere with a belt, not even if he asked. He takes his boyfriend's wrists in one hand, small enough that they fit easily.
"I'm gonna tie your wrists together." Bojan says it in a tone that leaves more than enough room to protest in case this is overstepping a boundary. He strokes Jere's hands, silently reassuring him that he won't do anything until given permission.
Jere nods, ice blue eyes so full of love and trust that Bojan can't help but lean in to kiss him gently, demoni momentarily forgotten. He'll make up for this rough night by being sweet and slow the next time they fool around. If there's one thing Bojan loves even more than throwing Jere around, it's being gentle with him.
He loops the belt around Jere's held together wrists, pulling it tight enough so he can't wiggle himself out of it but loose enough not to hurt. Bojan sits back then to just look for a moment. Jere is on his knees on the bed, gazing up at Bojan with such a dreamy, obedient look on his face that he looks straight out of a wet dream. The Slovene's head is swimming, wondering if this is truly real. But then his cock twitches back to life at the sight of his boyfriend and it confirms that this is no fantasy.
Bojan goes to sit on the mattress, placing his fingers over Jere's already bruising hips and turning the small Finn around. They've surprisingly never done it in this position before. All the more reason to try it. He pulls Jere onto his lap, lowering him down until he's fully seated on Bojan's cock. The older man squirms right away and that's exactly why Bojan tied his hands. A free Jere is a very wiggly one. Now he has no choice but to take whatever the vocalist wants to do to him. And judging by the way the rapper relaxes back against the taller's chest, he fucking loves it.
You have him, Bojan reminds himself. He's all yours. Yours to kiss, yours to fuck, yours to love.
He thrusts up to the sound of rumbling thunder. Jere hiccups on a moan, shaking in Bojan's lap. The ruthless pace from before is back again and this time his lover starts crying right away. The Slovene kisses at his wet face, bouncing Jere on his cock. His angel is completely overwhelmed, pushed past his limit but taking it anyways because he trusts Bojan. The realization of that makes something genuinely happy clash with the possessiveness inside Bojan. He speeds up his thrusts, forcing Jere up and down his length. The Finn is unable to keep in the series of desperate ah ah ah's and Bojan Bojan Bojan's that spill from between his pouty lips.
Bojan inevitably starts to whisper filthy things into his ear, in Slovenian of course. He can't possibly imagine saying those things in English, in something Jere understands. But at some point he must've accidentally started chanting mine mine mine in English because Jere stammers out a:
"Y-yours, Bojan....o...only yours..." And hearing that makes something inside Bojan snap once more and he nearly falls off the bed with how much harder he starts to fuck his lover.
Jere is full on sobbing now, tears dripping down his face and rolling from his cheeks to his chest. Bojan strokes at the other man's cock and that's all it takes. He splatters all over the sheets, collapsing back against the Slovene. Bojan doesn't even realize something is off until the sobs abruptly stop and Jere's body goes limp in his arms. He hits his orgasm just then, cumming deep inside his sweetheart. But Bojan doesn't ride out his high, immediately lifting Jere off of him to get a good look at his face.
......oh. Jere is straight up unconscious. The realization rattles Bojan, blinking down at the Finn who's lying unmoving against the mattress. Holy fuck. He panics for a moment before collecting himself. Focus Bojan. He's passed out, not dead. Well, that definitely snapped him right out of his demonic state. Bojan rushes to get towels and a lukewarm washing cloth from the bathroom. It's when he returns to the bedroom to clean Jere that he freezes up.
He fucking brutalized Jere.
Now that his boyfriend is all sprawled out on the bed, Bojan can see just how many hickeys and bite marks he left. They're all over the Finn's pale body. Like some sort of erotic canvas. There's purple bruises on his hips and cum both on his body and trickling out of him. Bojan just stops and stares for a moment because what the fuck. He's shocked at himself for being so rough, not having thought in the moment that Jere would look this wrecked afterwards.
Guilt pulls at him as he moves to wipe Jere off. His angel is still unconscious, not even stirring when Bojan wipes the washing cloth over his sensitive cock. It takes a while but eventually Bojan succeeds in changing the sheets and dressing Jere in fresh clothes. It's one of the Finn's own boxers but with a shirt that belongs to Bojan and looks just a bit too big on him. Nice.
By the time Jere wakes again he's lying in Bojan's lap, the Slovene cradling him protectively against his chest. He blinks, disoriented for a moment before slowly starting to come to himself again.
"Jere, I'm so sorry." Bojan frantically apologizes once the older man looks at him again. "I don't know what came over me I just-"
"No need for sorry." Jere simply interrupts, patting Bojan's chest. "Was so good I pass out! Yes, yes, very good."
Bojan deflates slightly at that, relieved that Jere isn't upset. He hugs the rapper closer and presses a kiss into his messy hair. The foreign perfume smell is gone.
"But Bojan?" Jere pipes up, looking up at Bojan so serious for a second that the younger man freezes.
"Uhm yeah?"
Jere's face breaks into a smile, hand coming up to cup Bojan's face. "You are mine too, Jokerman."
Oh. Bojan peppers the Finn's face with kisses until he starts laughing, the sound pleasantly bouncing off the wall. The storm outside has passed, as has the one inside Bojan's head. He feels much more like himself now. Overwhelmed with relief. The sex was already a way to calm down but those last words from Jere really put his mind at ease.
"Still. I was really rough with you so if you need anything to feel better just ask, okay?" Bojan urges, still concerned about Jere's well-being after such a brutal fucking.
Jere yawns, resting his head against Bojan's shoulder. "Sing me to sleep, please?"
Bojan wraps his arms around Jere's waist as he closes his eyes. "Okay."
"Kad nemam tebe.... Sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe......" He hums, feeling the way Jere relaxes against him.
He sings until Jere's breathing evens out and the Finn has dozed off to dreamland.
"Kad nemam tebe. Sa mnom se igraju oni, kad nemam tebe....."