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No one tells you that, but getting your body to move does affect things you don’t really think about until you start doing it.
Fourth has started working out purely out of boredom, because that was something he could do alone and he doesn't need to bother with ten or so people to make an appointment just in order to keep healthy. But spending so many hours lifting weights and feeling his muscles so sore under his skin does things to his brain that he can’t control.
He has lost count of how many times his mind would wander off in front of the gym’s mirrors when he is sat across it, legs opening and closing, closing and opening.
And he has to go home with more wetness than just his sweat.
He’s been in Khon Kaen for what seems like a week for a family vacation while Gemini has stayed in Bangkok to work for the month, and eating out and exercising is all he has managed to be doing, so on top of that he had to find a way of having fun.
So it has become Fourth’s favorite pastime to push Gemini’s buttons, even abroad. You see, Gemini rarely gets truly mad, and his anger is awfully silent – he’s tight-mouthed, despite the soft lips.
For the past couple of days he has filled Gemini’s line chat with uncountable lewd pics, at very inconvenient working-hours, just to rile him up. He had made sure to keep the tease, made sure the print of his pussy would be well captured in those photos, he may have let it escape the lack of underwear one or two times — also the amount of men in the gym has proven to be a very good bait.
Sometimes Gemini would just pitifully ignore his chat, and that would make him grin like a crazy cat. He had bitten it.
He’s scheduled to arrive in Bangkok by night-time; and so had been invited to dinner at Gemini’s condo. He doesn’t want to use the word demanded just yet.
The timing was ill planned, Gemini has had a rough week, everything is just so exhausting, and Fourth is so late.
It’s been so many days, God, Fourth misses him so much despite everything, he barely has time to take a full shower and his hair is still damp and brittle when he knocks on Gemini’s door because he only had time for shampoo.
He couldn’t even say a proper greeting before he’s pulled inside the house and hungry lips meet his.
That’s what he doesn’t tell.
He doesn’t tell how much he had to put up for a week, maiden-like waiting for his saviour to ruin him. He hasn’t really touched himself since their last time, and whatever he makes Gemini fantasise for that period isn’t worthy of the small rewards.
He gets exactly what he wants now, which is to be held by Gemini’s firm arms, his own hands fisting his soft hair, he has missed his smell so much, he will never reveal how he stole one of Gemini’s used shirts and packed with him, he mostly won’t talk about how he dressed the hotel’s pillow with it just so he could sleep wrapped around it. He won’t mention why he'd wake with it between his legs – not yet.
It’s involuntary really, the movement of his hips on one of the legs Gemini has pressed between his, it’s just normal. He can even excuse himself for the forfeit of his T-shirt, which now lays on the ground.
“Did you miss me?” He manages to say, short of breath, in the tiny space where they separated for a while in search of air.
“Not at all” Gemini will say while he pries Fourth’s shorts off him. He palms his way inside his undergarments and Fourth shivers from the contact of fingers colder than his body slipping back and forth on his folds.
“God you’re so pathetic” Gemini will almost puff those words into his ear, “Already so wet”. Fourth’s shaking hands find solace on Gemini’s shoulders, God, they’re so close to each other like this and Fourth hasn’t even had a proper look at him yet, he’s still fully clothed, flowy shirt and black pants, while Gemini has managed to strip him out his last piece, he feels so vulnerable almost, it makes his heart race.
And he may thank the wall close to his back when he feels Gemini first slap on his cunt. He barely has time to registers it, his mouth agape, gasp cut short, it sets everything aflame, and he keeps on, every slap harder and more precise, it stings and it burns he can’t even keep his eyes open to watch it, head thrown back, his neck exposed and Gemini finds his stop of abusing him after his fingers come back sticky.
There’s tears on his eyes, and Gemini is licking it away and his mind can’t even process what his body does, he’s already missing the sensation, he shyly misses the contact, he arches on Gemini’s hold until his bare pussy touches Gemini’s bulge over his pants, it’s ridiculous how wet all that made him.
“Did you miss me?” It’s Gemini’s turn to ask him, he’s already a mess.
“Immensely” They finally look each other in the eyes, holding it while Fourth mindlessly rubs himself on him, like his mind and his body are two distinct entities at this point.
They smile at each other, Gemini will free one his hands and swipes Fourth’s sticking fringe away from his forehead
“Tell me about it”
There’s less of words and more of Fourth undoing the buttons of his pants, lowering the hem just enough so he can fist Gemini’s dick out of his boxers. Good, he’s wet too.
And that’s another thing no one tells about, how much it hurts to want, the physicality of it, his pussy aches so much to be filled by something, by anything, like it’s clenching and boiling and he’s almost crying out for it.
Time is a precious being, that’s all they have, Gemini wastes none of it, even though he can be a little meaner, he can’t never deny Fourth of what he wants — even if he whining for it does a thing or two on his dick. A single motion and he has Fourth’s legs open enough so he goes over the teasing grinding and pushes himself fully inside, where both of them are standing still, facing each other.
Fourth’s head banging on the wall by rudeness of it all, Gemini one hand comes to hold the back of it, like you’d do with soft things, the other one clamps on Fourth’s neck.
Fourth isn’t even sure if Gemini knows what he’s doing, his free hands come to squeeze Gemini by the waist by each side, they sure want to be branded by the other — let the world know.
They’re past rational or tenderness, like it’s a dare, eyes never leaving each other, only the sloppy squelching noises filling the room and the smell of it inebriating, getting heavier and dampier.
Gemini’s hold on his neck makes it difficult for him to properly say anything, it’s difficult for him to do anything at all actually, so he’s just left as a moaning mess and all his focus starts to blur, his head feels so heavy and he’s twitching down there — and he feels something dripping where it shouldn't.
Before he can even process anything else the hand grounding his head leaves its place and wipes his face instead, right under his nose.
Oh.
Oh, there’s blood.
The hand of his neck eases a bit – just enough — so he can exhale fully what he didn’t even notice he was holding.
There’s a hand back on his head and his vision slowly comes back to normal and he tries to ignore the mess on his oxygen-deprived brain telling him how capable of hurting Gemini can truly be, or how hard that makes his pussy throb on his dick on how he wants Gemini to do it.
His legs wobble a bit, and Gemini has to adjust himself so his hips support them more efficiently.
He’s lightheaded and Gemini has slowed down, his head escaping the hold, titling a bit.
And that makes him whine a bit, the incapacity of his own body, his own hips shallowing thrusting onto Gemini with whatever strength he has left. The hand on his neck leaves for one of his cheeks, cupping it, and now Gemini is gently kissing him on the exposed temple.
He does that for a while until he feels Fourth’s little thrusts gain more firmness. And so he’s turned around. His pussy now empty and soaking around nothing, God, he’s about to start whining again, but before he can mutter anything there’s fingers reaching for his clit.
He can go on with that, he thinks; there’s no ceremony over that, there’s also no coordination, Gemini is just handling him as he grinds on his ass, like they’re two dogs.
There’s enough space for his indecisiveness, rocking back and forth, seeking a comfortable position, dueling between the warmth of Gemini’s chest or the solid safety of the wall in front of him;
And Gemini gets almost mad at him as his frivolous twisting around that makes him miss all the spots.
“Shit, stop moving” Gemini raspy voice doesn’t do much, actually it only makes Fourth’s state more violent. And even though Fourth has become broader than him it doesn’t take Gemini much effort to manhandle him closer to him, using his own legs to pry Fourth’s open. He’s so fucking sore and swollen, everything else is twice the size, Gemini has his clit held between two finger and he’s almost crying for a release.
He arches his back so he can grind on Gemini that way he can understand what he wants, he only feels as the one hand wrapped around him leaves his waist and as Gemini holds his length with it so he can properly come back inside. It was not what Fourth was expecting, though Gemini inserts himself on his other hole, but he is so wet because of him, Fourth is almost beaming, it’s no hardship, sliding his way so effortlessly.
And that never gets old, he feels Gemini sink into him and no more than a few inch-perfect poundings are enough to make Fourth cum, and he’s almost embarrassed about it, of how quickly it took him. He’s shaking in Gemini's embrace, the sounds coming right from his belly. There's wet sounds and he hears something splashing by the tiles. His forehead rests by the wall as his breath recovers and Gemini finishes inside him, swelling and pulsating.
Gemini takes one of Fourth’s hands and guides him back to his own hole.
“Hold it, don’t let it slip” Fourth is almost glad Gemini can’t see the red flush of his face when he hears it, but he guesses he can still take the hint by his traitor ears.
There’s only the noises of Gemini pulling his pants back up and the zipping of it, and Fourth is turned around again. He can finally look at him now, Gemini is so kept, if not by his pumplier glossy lips and his damp hair it’s like nothing ever happened, — he’s so beautiful — unlike Fourth, dishevelled, panting, tousled, soaking, sticky, and sore all over.
But he notices the stains on Gemini’s pants, and he finds himself almost proud of it, thinking about the excuses Gemini is gonna muster to the cleaning ladies about it, a loose smile decorating on his lips.
He’s so out of himself by now, his tired eyes only following as Gemini kneels by his feet, putting his mouth on his poor abused cunt, and without ceremonies, sucks on it.
It’s enough to startle Fourth back to his own body, he’s more forceful than he probably need as he tries to yank Gemini off of him by the hair, with the same hand he has been ordained to secure Gemini’s spent.
And as like as Gemini was expecting of, it barely moves him at all, only eases the pressure of his teeth off his clit. And Fourth hears the muffled giggle vibrating on his pussy — he can’t be mad at his man.
He relinquishes those last seconds, as Fourth’s slick mixes up with his spit, as he tastes the richness of it, as he seizes Fourth’s last orgasm.
And Fourth can feel the back of his thighs feverish, and he hunches over, all weight over Gemini, unconsciously dragging his folds all over his face — glistening and gleaming — that's the most lovely sight Gemini has ever seen.
He’s more exhausted than he has ever felt, all the tiredness catching up at once, his eyes barely opening. so Gemini comes to him, supports his worn out body by a hug, still kissing his face, and Fourth can feel the cold wetness left on his lips and chin — and he smells like Fourth’s pussy — Gemini wipes his face with two fingers and asks Fourth to suck on it, and despise it all, he does, tasting a mix of them both — he tastes like him too.
They giggle at it, two weird men they are.
Fourth has now his two arms on Gemini’s shoulders for support, and he feels as Gemini makes space to whisper on his ear
“This wife is very disappointed on his husband” He rubs himself on Fourth’s neck, hands caressing on his lower back “You didn’t hold it.”
He smiles widely onto Gemini’s shoulder, eyes still closed.
“Looks like this wife has to fill me up again.”