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Aurélien thought he’d enjoy this.

The empty apartment. The quiet. The space to stretch, to think, to sleep without someone tucked into his side, stealing the sheets, pressing cold feet against his calves, waking him with warm, lazy kisses that turned into something else entirely.

He’d told her to go. Booked the damn tickets himself when she hesitated. “You need a break,” he’d said, thumb brushing over the slope of her cheek. “From us.”

He hadn’t meant it cruelly. Just honestly. They were intense, the three of them. Always circling. Always burning.

He hadn’t realised how still everything would feel without her orbiting between them.

Now it’s almost too quiet. The lights are low. A single lamp hums in the corner, casting a pool of gold across the hardwood floor. He sits on the edge of the couch with a half drunk glass of red wine, his phone dark on the table. The TV plays a muted highlight reel from a past match, one he barely remembers being in.

He can still feel her presence. On the throw blanket. On the sweatshirt she’d stolen from Kylian but never gave back. There’s a mug in the sink with the faintest ring of herbal tea at the bottom. The last one she made before the uber came.

Aurélien runs a hand over his jaw, exhales through his nose.

The apartment is too quiet.

He stretches out on the couch, long limbs sinking into the cushions, and lets his head fall back.

It’s only been two days since she left.

He thought he’d enjoy this, some space, a breath of normalcy. No tangled limbs in bed, no stolen kisses in doorways, no smirking voice whispering filthy things while he tries to cook. No Kylian crashing into his weeks with his oversized ego and a mouth that never quits.

Just him.

And yet…

The blanket still smells like her. Her slippers are tucked by the door. Her perfume clings to the cotton of the sweatshirt she never gives back.

His phone vibrates.

Y/n: You know he’s coming over tonight, right?

He stares at the message, thumb hovering over the screen. Somehow, she always knows.

Aurélien: Don’t start.

Y/N: I’m not starting anything. Just saying. You miss the routine more than you think. And he’ll come, whether you’re ready or not.

He exhales through his nose, jaw ticking. The truth of it sits heavy in his chest.

Aurélien: Not the same without you here.

A beat.

Y/N: I know. But I’d be okay with it. If it helps. Let yourself have what you need, Aurel.

He reads it three times. It doesn’t make it easier.

He sets the phone down just as the knock comes.

Three sharp, casual taps.

His heart clenches.

Always the same time every week.

Aurélien doesn’t move right away.

He hears the soft scuff of trainers outside the door. A second of silence. Then another knock, this time lighter, like Kylian knows he’s hesitating.

He opens the door slowly.

Kylian stands there in his usual off duty uniform - cap, hoodie, joggers, expression neutral but his eyes… they flicker. Over Aurélien’s face, down to his bare feet, then past him into the apartment.

Like he’s checking for her.

His brows twitch. “She’s really not here, huh?”

Aurélien leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You already knew that.”

Kylian shrugs, stepping inside like he belongs there, and maybe he does. He tosses his cap onto the counter and his hoodie onto the chair without asking. It lands right on top of her blanket.

He glances around. “Feels weird.”

Aurélien closes the door. “You don’t have to stay.”

Kylian turns, arching a brow, a lazy smirk teasing the edge of his mouth. “Relax. I was just thinking we could watch a movie.”

Aurélien swallows. “She said you’d come.”

That makes Kylian pause for a beat too long.

He looks at him then, not sharp, not teasing. Just looks. Like he sees more than he should.

“Yeah,” Kylian says finally. “She said something similar to me too.”

There’s a heaviness in the room now. Not uncomfortable. Not quite. Just weighted. Like something unsaid is pressing against the walls.

Kylian drops onto the couch and picks up the  TV remote like nothing’s changed. Like this is still part of the rhythm they all built together.

“Come on,” he says, patting the space beside him. “You’re not gonna make me watch Inception alone, are you?”

Aurélien hesitates.

Then sits.

Too close to be casual. Too familiar to be anything else.

The movie’s already playing when Aurélien gets up to make popcorn.

Kylian doesn’t ask, he just follows, moving through the kitchen like it’s his own. Opening the right drawers, leaning against the same corner of the counter he always does, snagging a few almonds from the jar she insists on keeping full even though she barely eats them.

It should feel strange.

But it doesn’t.

For months, this was the routine. Monday nights. Maybe a film, food, too much wine, her legs draped over one of them, her laughter cutting through the dialogue. Kylian tossing comments from the sofa, Aurélien pretending not to laugh. Her between them, pulling them in.

Now it’s just quiet.

Kylian’s shoulder brushes Aurélien’s as he leans into the fridge. “Should I open the wine?”

Aurélien glances at him.

Kylian shrugs, half grinning. “Or does that feel too… I don’t know. Wrong without her?”

Aurélien holds his gaze. “Yeah. We have a game on Wednesday. Maybe just water.”

Kylian nods like he agrees, but there’s something in his eyes, something unreadable, as he grabs two glasses and fills them from the filter. His fingers brush Aurélien’s when he passes one over. Not on purpose.

Not entirely.

Aurélien focuses on the popcorn, waiting for the kernels to start popping. His jaw is tight. He can feel Kylian behind him - not touching him - but close enough that the heat off his skin raises goosebumps along his arms.

He tells himself it’s just leftover tension. Residual muscle memory. They’re used to moving around each other like this. That’s all.

But when he turns around, bowl in hand, Kylian is already looking at him.

Not in that cocky, sharp edged way he usually does.

Softer. Curious.

Too long.

Aurélien doesn’t say anything. Just walks past him and back to the couch.

Kylian follows.

They sit closer than they need to.

Neither of them mentions it.

The movie fades into background noise.

Neither of them is really watching anymore. The popcorn bowl sits between them, mostly empty, and Kylian’s slouched down into the couch like he’s been here for hours - which, honestly, he has.

Aurelien can’t remember at what point their knees start brushing. But Aurélien didn’t move his. Neither did Kylian.

“You’re bored,” Aurélien says eventually, voice low.

Kylian smirks without turning his head. “You’re boring.”

Aurélien scoffs. “You wanna play?”

Kylian’s already grabbing the controller before the question finishes.

FIFA starts like it always does.

Trash talk. Button smashing. The kind of energy that fills a room without needing much noise. Kylian scores first, of course. He celebrates, bumping his shoulder into Aurélien’s with that same cocky grin he always wears when he’s ahead.

“Still the best,” he mutters.

Aurélien shoves him lightly. “Fluke.”

“Je suis toujours meilleur que toi, frère.” Kylian grins, dragging the French out just to annoy him.

The second half gets messier. Louder. More physical.

Aurélien leans forward, elbows on his knees, hyper focused. Kylian shifts with him, legs pressed up against his now. When he scores again, he tosses the controller onto the couch and throws himself sideways, half onto Aurélien, laughing into his shoulder.

It’s instinct, probably.

That same post match buzz they’ve always had after training or a big win.

But this time, Kylian stays there a beat too long.

His laugh fades, warm breath ghosting against Aurélien’s neck. Their shoulders still touching. His hand slides along Aurélien’s arm, gripping his forearm lightly as he catches his breath.

Aurélien doesn’t move.

His heart beats a little faster. Not from the game.

It’s nothing, he tells himself. This is what they do. This is football. This is routine. This always happens when they’re playing.

But when Kylian pulls back, his hand trails just a little slower across Aurélien’s skin.

Their eyes meet. The game keeps playing on the screen, forgotten.

“Let’s keep going?” Kylian says, voice quieter now.

Aurélien’s throat is dry. “Yeah. Sure.”

They reset the match.

This time, Aurélien’s sharper, more focused. He’s not going to let Kylian score again, not twice in a row. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes trained on the screen. Kylian shifts beside him, just as invested, the edge of his thigh pressed warm against Aurélien’s.

The air between them hums. Steady. Familiar. Charged.

When Aurélien scores, he lets out a sharp, triumphant laugh and turns instinctively, grabbing for Kylian’s shoulder, fingers digging in a little too hard.

“Wait for the equaliser,” he mutters, smug.

Kylian snorts, ducking his head. “A lucky goal.”

“Skill,” Aurélien shoots back.

Their faces are close now, breaths mingling. The grin on Kylian’s lips softens, not quite teasing anymore. His hand settles low on Aurélien’s thigh like it’s nothing. Like it always lands there.

“By the way,” he murmurs, “on peut parler en français maintenant.” We can speak French now

The words slip out like silk, smooth and warm. A shared language. One they fall into when she’s not around, when it’s just them. One where they fall into when it’s just friendly . 

Aurélien’s expression flickers. He doesn’t pull away. But he doesn’t answer in kind, either.

“English is fine.”

Kylian watches him, eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re keeping her here.”

Aurélien shrugs, turning back to the game. “She’s part of this.”

“Even when she’s not here?”

“Especially then.”

Kylian doesn’t say anything to that.

But his hand lingers on Aurélien’s thigh just a moment longer than it should.

The game continues, but the silence between them tenses. Less casual now. Every movement, every brush of skin, charged with something unspoken.

Kylian exhales, a low frustrated sound as Aurélien scores again. The match is tight now, close. Both of them locked in, shoulders bumping, knees brushing with every movement.

Aurélien grins, basking in it, letting his fingers curl around Kylian’s wrist for a second too long in triumph.

“Better,” he mutters.

Kylian glances sideways at him, then back at the screen.

He’s quiet for a beat, then says, casually, “On peut vraiment parler français maintenant, tu sais.” We really can speak French now, you know 

The words are light, almost teasing, but they hang between them like a test.

Aurélien doesn’t look away from the screen. “Why?”

Kylian shifts slightly closer. “Because we always do. When she’s not around.”

Aurélien presses the joystick a little harder than he needs to. His jaw tightens.

“I like English.”

There’s a pause.

Something flickers across Kylian’s face. He leans back into the couch, expression unreadable now.

“So you’re keeping it intimate,” he says after a moment, the edge of his mouth quirking, but it’s not a smirk this time.

“Maybe I just don’t want this to feel like work,” he says finally, almost too quietly.

Kylian turns his head, studies him. “And what does it feel like right now?”

Aurélien looks back at him, eyes dark, voice low. “You know it’s something else.”

The game is tight.

Final minutes. Extra time.

Kylian’s muttering under his breath in French, hands flying across the controller. Aurélien’s grinning now, smug, focused, leaning so far forward his shoulder is pressed solidly against Kylian’s. They’re close. Closer than usual. Closer than they should be.

Then it happens.

Aurelien scores.

The goal hits the net and the screen lights up, but Kylian barely sees it.

Because Aurélien is already laughing, into him.

It bursts out of him, warm and wild, and he turns instinctively, pressing his face into Kylian’s shoulder as he half celebrates, half collapses against him.

“Tu vois ça?” Aurélien laughs, breath hot against his neck. “That’s called a win.”

Kylian groans, tossing his controller aside, but he doesn’t push him away. If anything, he leans back into the cushions, inviting it, welcoming the weight, the laughter, the moment.

“Get off me,” he says, but it’s breathless. A lie.

Aurélien doesn’t move. Not really.

He stays draped across him, laughing quieter now, until the sound fades into silence and all that’s left is the heat between them and the steady rise of their chests, too in sync to ignore.

Kylian’s hand drifts, slowly and maybe instinctively, up Aurélien’s arm, curling around his bicep, then gliding along his back. Not playful anymore. Not entirely.

Aurélien lifts his head, face still too close.

He’s not laughing now.

Their eyes meet, and then Aurélien does something stupidly soft, he brushes his nose along Kylian’s jaw, nudging it upward like he’s done this before. Like he wants to do this again.

Kylian exhales, barely.

His arms slide fully around Aurélien’s back, slow and strong, pulling him just slightly closer. Their knees touch. Their hips are aligned. And the TV is still glowing in the background, but neither of them cares who won anymore.

Aurélien doesn’t pull away.

He stays in Kylian’s space, their bodies pressed close, breath warming the skin just beneath Kylian’s jaw. His laugh spills out again, soft now, vibrating low in his chest, until it spills out again, quieter this time, right into Kylian’s neck.

His nose brushes there on instinct. A slow nuzzle. Not even conscious, just a quiet ache for more.

Kylian’s breath catches. Barely audible. His hands tighten a little on Aurélien’s back, thumbs smoothing over the fabric of his t-shirt like he’s savouring the fabric on him.

“You’re really proud of that goal, huh?” Kylian murmurs, his voice low and warm, fingers trailing along Aurélien’s spine.

Aurélien lifts his head just enough to look up.

Kylian’s smiling.

Not the cocky, showboat grin he wears on the pitch. No. This one is smaller. Softer. The kind of smile that only slips out when he’s not performing, when he’s just Kylian, and nothing else.

His dimples flash.

Aurélien stares.

Something in his chest goes tight. Without thinking, his thumb lifts to trace one.

Kylian freezes, breath catching in his throat. “You really touching my face right now?”

Aurélien’s mouth twitches. “Yeah,” he says, quietly. “Can’t help it.”

His thumb drags gently along the curve of Kylian’s cheekbone, slow, deliberate. His other hand presses into Kylian’s chest, fingers splayed over his heart.

Kylian swallows, eyes flicking from Aurélien’s lips to his eyes and back again. His smirk falters into something heavier. Hungrier.

“Tu vas m’embrasser ou quoi?” he whispers. You gonna kiss me or what?

Aurélien doesn’t answer.

He just leans in, slow and sure, and finally presses his mouth to Kylian’s.

Soft. Testing. Barely there. Like he’s waiting to see if it’s real.

Kylian doesn’t move at first.

Then he leans in, just slightly, his lips parting under Aurélien’s, a gentle reply. His hands tighten at Aurélien’s waist, fingers curling into the cotton of his shirt like he needs something to hold onto. Something to steady himself.

The kiss deepens, slow and uncertain. Not frantic. Not wild.

Just careful.

Measured.

Their mouths move together in slow sync, and there’s a hesitation in it, not because they don’t want it, but because they do. Too much. Too suddenly. Too clearly.

Aurélien shifts, his weight pressing more firmly into Kylian’s chest, his hand sliding along the curve of Kylian’s jaw, thumb still resting in the dip of that dimple like it’s an anchor.

Kylian’s hands start to explore.

Up Aurélien’s back, beneath his shirt, fingertips tracing over warm, solid muscle. He drags his palms along his spine, learning the slope of it, the heat. He’s still kissing him, slow and steady, but his breath is starting to come faster now.

Aurélien shudders slightly at the touch, and his hand follows instinct, dragging across Kylian’s chest, then resting against the base of his throat, fingers brushing over the flutter of his pulse.

Neither of them says anything.

There’s no smirk now. No jokes. Just breathing. Just touches.

Just a shared ache they haven’t dared admit.

The kiss breaks, but their foreheads stay pressed together, breath mixing, uneven and shallow. Kylian’s hand slips beneath the hem of Aurélien’s shirt again, gliding up the curve of his spine, tracing warmth with his fingertips.

Aurélien lets out a shaky breath, eyes still half lidded. Then he smirks, low, lazy, full of something that’s been waiting too long to be said.

“You feel harder than her,” he murmurs, voice rough.

Kylian’s breath hitches, then he laughs, quiet, breathy, almost disbelieving. “You do too.”

Their bodies shift again, mouths meeting once more, and this time it’s heavier. Hungrier. Their hands grip harder. Hips roll, slow and unsteady. There’s no more hesitation in the way Kylian slips a thigh between Aurélien’s or how Aurélien grinds down into it, low in his throat.

“This isn’t wrong,” Kylian mutters between kisses, mouth dragging across Aurélien’s jaw, then lower to the edge of his throat. “She said-”

“She wants this,” Aurélien finishes, nodding. “She knows.”

Kylian hums, tongue flicking against Aurélien’s neck. “She loves watching us like this.”

That draws a groan from Aurélien’s chest.

Kylian’s fingers trail lower, slipping under the waistband of Aurélien’s sweats, just to rest, to tease, to feel the heat of him.

“Remember that night?” he murmurs, lips against Aurélien’s skin. “She laid her head on your chest… watching me while I sucked your cock?”

Aurélien lets out a sharp breath, hips stuttering forward.

“Or that time I was stroking your cock,” Kylian continues, voice darker now, slower, “and I was inside her? You were trying not to lose it?”

Aurélien nods, his voice gone. He presses his face into Kylian’s neck again, breath catching.

“She kept saying just let go, baby, just let him make you feel good,” Kylian whispers.

They’re touching more now, hands sliding under clothes, mapping out familiar places that feel new like this.

“You remember when she told you to suck me off?” Kylian asks, tilting his head back just enough to look at him. “While she was riding you?”

Aurélien groans, his hips rolling again at the memory, skin flushed.

“She loved it,” Kylian says, gripping his ass with both hands now. “She loves us like this.”

“It’s always been inevitable,” Aurélien breathes. “All three of us.”

Kylian’s mouth catches his again, and this time, it’s all tongue and teeth and low, desperate sound.

They move together now like they’re remembering. Like they’re returning.

Limbs tangling. Breath catching. Their bodies pressing impossibly close, hands greedy now, roaming without apology.

All the guilt is gone.

There’s only heat. Permission. Craving.

And the unmistakable echo of her, wrapped around them both, encouraging them.

The kiss deepens, messier now, open mouthed and searching, tongues sliding together like they’re finally admitting how long they’ve wanted this.

Kylian’s fingers twist in Aurélien’s shirt, pulling him closer, grounding himself as their hips roll in sync. Aurélien’s hands roam, shoulders, ribs, down to the tight flex of Kylian’s waist, like he can’t touch enough fast enough.

Then Aurélien mouths at Kylian’s jaw again, trailing heat along his skin before his teeth catch on the soft curve of his ear.

He bites.

Not hard, but just enough.

Kylian moans.

Sharp. Real. His hips buck up in response, and the sound of it shoots straight through Aurélien like fire.

He freezes.

And then he groans, low, rough, almost feral against Kylian’s skin. The kiss is no longer enough.

“Bedroom,” Aurélien says, voice wrecked. “Now.”

Kylian blinks up at him, pupils blown wide, breath shallow.

Aurélien presses their foreheads together, kisses him again, harder, wetter, needier . “I’m not cleaning stains off the fucking sofa,” he mutters against his mouth.

That makes Kylian laugh, just a breath, just a flicker of that dimple again, but he doesn’t argue.

They stand in a tangle of limbs, neither willing to separate for more than a second. They stumble toward the hallway, mouths still moving, hands still grabbing, like every second apart might make this disappear.

They don’t make it to the bedroom in one clean swoop.

Kylian backs into the wall on the way, dragging Aurélien with him, kissing him deep enough to make them both moan.

They don’t make it five steps before they’re kissing again.

Harder now. Sloppier.

Kylian’s back hits the hallway wall with a thud, but he doesn’t care, he just grabs Aurélien’s face with both hands and pulls him down, mouth crashing into his.

Aurélien groans, towering over him slightly, his body bracketing Kylian’s. One hand on the wall beside his head, the other gripping his waist, firm and possessive.

“You use your height like a fucking weapon,” Kylian breathes, lips dragging down Aurélien’s throat as he tries to regain control for a second.

“You like it,” Aurélien mutters, dipping his head to kiss him again, deep and slow and dominant , guiding Kylian’s jaw up so he can slot their mouths together just right. He presses in, chest to chest, hips grazing. Kylian gasps softly into his mouth.

“You really like it,” Aurélien says, and Kylian doesn’t bother to deny it.

Instead, his hands slide down, bold and impatient, and slip into the front of Aurélien’s sweats. Just like that.

Aurélien chokes on a breath.

Kylian grins, fingers curling around him. Stroking slow. Lazy. Teasing .

“Fuck,” Aurélien hisses, trying to keep his mouth on Kylian’s, but his body jerks, hips twitching into the touch.

“Been thinking about this for months,” Kylian murmurs, hand moving steadily. “The way you sound…”

Aurélien grabs his wrist, not unkind, just firm, pulling his hand out and pinning it to the wall.

“Why are you always so eager?” he says, trying to sound annoyed. Failing.

Kylian smirks, licking into his mouth again. “Because I know you both love it.”

They keep kissing. Harder. Slower. Hotter.

They stumble down the hallway, hands under clothes, mouths never far apart. Aurélien’s shirt is pushed up. Kylian’s sweats hang low on his hips. They’re drunk on it now, on permission, on memory, on want.

When they finally reach the bedroom, it’s like walking into a moment already lived a hundred times, but never like this.

The sheets are familiar.

So is the scent.

The air’s different though, something new charged, quiet and ready.

Kylian’s eyes catch something on the nightstand: a bottle of water. A small bottle of lube. Not hidden. Just there.

His smirk softens into something more dangerous.

“You were hoping,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over the lube.

Aurélien shrugs, jaw tight, breath ragged. “I was…prepared.”

Kylian’s smile widens, slow and sinful. “For me?”

Aurelien rolls his eyes. “For us.”

Kylian brushes his fingertips over the bottle of lube again. Aurélien watches him from a few steps away, chest rising and falling, hair a little damp from sweat, lips swollen from kissing. He looks like he’s fighting the urge to close the distance.

He doesn’t have to.

Kylian steps forward.

Not cocky. Not shy. Just… sure.

His hands find the hem of Aurélien’s shirt and lift it up, slow and steady, revealing taut skin, abs twitching slightly under his touch. Aurélien lets his arms raise, lets the shirt peel off, lets himself be seen.

Kylian’s hands trail over his chest, palms wide, thumbs brushing over his nipples.

“Fuck,” he says softly. “You’re even hotter up close.”

Aurélien chuckles, voice low. “You’ve had me close before.”

Kylian leans in, presses a kiss to the center of his chest, “Not like this.”

Aurélien’s hands find Kylian’s waist next, fingers dipping beneath his t shirt, thumbs stroking slow circles just above his hips. He undresses him slowly, piece by piece. Shirt. Sweats. All with reverence, like he’s memorising the weight of each layer before it falls away.

They stand bare chested now, inches apart.

Both of them a little breathless.

Kylian leans up to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring it. Aurélien opens to him with a soft sound in his throat, hands skimming down Kylian’s back, pulling him closer.

As they kiss, Aurélien lets Kylian guide him onto the bed, backs of his knees hitting the mattress until he sits.

Kylian follows, straddling his lap, their bare skin brushing, heat sparking where their chests press together. His mouth moves to Aurélien’s neck, kissing, licking, biting gently.

Aurélien tilts his head to give him more.

But then, he flips them.

Smooth. Unrushed.

Kylian lets out a breathless gasp as his back meets the sheets, eyes wide as Aurélien settles above him. “So you’re taking charge now?” he asks, teasing.

Aurélien kisses the corner of his mouth. “For a bit.”

His hands move down Kylian’s chest, mapping every muscle, every inch. Then lower, until he’s palming him through his boxers, slow and warm.

Kylian moans, hips shifting up into his hand. His fingers tangle in Aurélien’s curls, pulling lightly, guiding him up for another kiss.

But then Kylian flips them again.

Aurélien lets it happen, surprised but not resisting. Kylian sits on his thighs now, panting, eyes dark.

“It’s my turn,” he says, dragging his hands up Aurélien’s sides.

Aurélien smiles, chest heaving. “Good.”

They kiss again. Harder.

And the balance tilts back and forth between them, hands exploring, lips tasting, bodies grinding slow, steady, intentional.

Sharing the control between them. Learning it. Letting themselves feel every inch.

Their mouths are slick now, swollen and eager, kisses turning messier, wetter, needier with every pass. Their bare torsos pressed close, sweat starting to bloom between them as they move.

Aurélien’s hands grip Kylian’s hips, fingers digging in just enough to make Kylian groan into his mouth.

Kylian rolls his hips slowly, deliberately, letting their lengths brush through thin layers of fabric, just enough friction to make them both hiss, just enough denial to keep the tension tight.

Then Kylian pulls back just slightly, his mouth trails away from Aurélien’s lips, down the line of his jaw, then lower, licking a slow stripe down his throat.

Aurélien tilts his head, breath catching.

Kylian kisses down his chest, pausing when he gets to one nipple. He drags his tongue around it, slow and wet, then closes his mouth around it and sucks, just a little, just enough to make Aurélien’s hips buck into him.

“Fuck,” Aurélien breathes, voice tight.

Kylian smirks against his skin, then switches sides, giving the same treatment to the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue before giving it another soft bite.

Aurélien’s hands tangle around Kylian’s head, not pulling him away, just holding and keeping himself grounded.

Kylian’s mouth trails lower after that, licking across the defined lines of Aurélien’s abs, slow and deliberate. He drags his teeth along one groove, then dips his tongue into the next, tasting salt and heat.

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mutters against his skin.

Aurélien exhales hard, one hand sliding down to Kylian’s jaw, tilting his face up.

“I think I do,” he says, voice rough.

Then he shifts, sits up slightly, flips them again with less force, more urgency. His mouth is on Kylian’s chest now, licking at the sweat slick skin, dragging his teeth across the firm plane of muscle.

Kylian groans, head tipping back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut.

Aurélien pins his hands above his head, hips pressing down, just enough contact to make Kylian curse under his breath.

Then he leans down, lips brushing just beside his nipple.

“Your turn,” he murmurs, before sucking it into his mouth, harder, slower, his tongue flicking fast, deliberate, until Kylian writhes beneath him.

“ Putain ,” Kylian hisses.

Aurélien hums, switching sides, licking a wet stripe over the next nipple before biting down gently, just enough to sting.

Kylian’s hips twitch up, desperate for more, but Aurélien’s weight keeps him pinned.

“Still eager,” Aurélien says, breath warm against his chest.

“Can you blame me?” Kylian pants. “You’ve got your mouth all over me and I’m still hard as fuck.”

Aurélien grins against his skin, trailing kisses down his stomach. Slow. Intent. Every inch worshipped. Every reaction earned.

Kylian props himself up on his elbows, watching him with dark, hungry eyes. “What’re you gonna do now?”

Aurélien just kisses lower and sloppier.

Kylian’s chest is heaving now, flushed and marked up from Aurélien’s mouth. His hair’s a mess, curls sticking to his forehead, eyes half lidded with want.

Aurélien’s still kissing his abs, slow and indulgent, dragging his tongue along each line like he’s tasting him for the first time.

And Kylian loves it. He does.

But-

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping back against the pillows. “You and her, you both get off on teasing the shit out of me.”

Aurélien pauses, lips hovering over the top of his waistband, smirking. “That a complaint?”

“Yes,” Kylian snaps, then moans when Aurélien’s tongue flicks low, just above his waistband. “I mean- no. Fuck. I don’t know.”

Aurélien laughs softly, trailing his fingers along Kylian’s thigh, letting his teeth scrape gently over the skin just above his hipbone. “You’re the one who always acts like you’re in control,” he says. “But you love being edged. We both know it.”

Kylian opens his mouth, probably to deny it, but nothing comes out except another helpless, breathy moan when Aurélien licks him again, just close enough to drive him insane.

Then something flickers across Aurélien’s face. A softness. A memory.

“She’d want to see this,” he says suddenly, voice lower. “She’d fucking love this.”

Kylian’s eyes snap open.

Yeah. She would.

The flushed skin. The whining. The way Kylian’s cock is twitching in his briefs while Aurélien’s on his knees, fully in control, not giving him a single inch more than he wants to.

Aurélien shifts, reaches behind him, grabs his phone off the nightstand. It’s instinct, like something already decided.

“What are you-”

“She said I could have what I need,” Aurélien mutters, unlocking the phone. “And what I need is for her to see how good you look begging me for it.”

Kylian’s breath catches.

“You’re seriously-”

But the words die in his throat when Aurélien sets the phone up on the nightstand. Angled perfectly.

Recording.

Kylian’s skin buzzes. A new wave of arousal hits, hard and fast. It feels dirty. Hot. Intimate.

And completely right.

Aurélien turns back to him, eyes dark and hungry. “You okay with it?”

Kylian nods, slow. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah.”

Aurélien leans over him, kissing him again, one hand slipping into Kylian’s curls while the other trails down his chest, slow, teasing and every move deliberate.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I want her to see everything.”

At first, Kylian plays into it.

He leans back against the pillows, hands behind his head, putting his abs on display. His thighs spread slightly, inviting. His gaze flicks toward the camera with a smirk, like he’s trying to reclaim a little control.

“Hope you’re enjoying the view, cherie,” he says, his voice low, directed right at her through the lens.

Aurélien chuckles from where he’s kneeling between his legs, palms gliding over Kylian’s thighs. “Your ego is too big.”

“I’m not the one filming,” Kylian shoots back, breath hitching as Aurélien licks the skin just beside his length - still covered, still untouched.

Not for long.

Aurélien palms him through the briefs again, rubbing slow, steady, watching Kylian’s cock twitch under the fabric.

Kylian moans, his head tipping back.

That smirk fades. 

“Aur- fuck- ”

Aurélien leans in, mouth right over him, hot breath seeping through the cotton. He presses a slow kiss there, then licks a stripe up the length, watching Kylian shiver.

“Still want to show off?” he asks, mouthing him gently through the fabric.

Kylian tries to reply but all that comes out is a broken sound. His hips jerk upward.

Aurélien slides his hands under Kylian’s ass, squeezing, keeping him still.

“You love this,” he murmurs, voice thick. “Being teased. Getting ruined slow. You want her to see how needy you get.”

Kylian groans, grinding up into his face. “I- I want you .”

Aurélien’s eyes darken.

He finally pulls the briefs down, slow and smooth, releasing Kylian’s cock and it jumps, flushed and leaking.

Kylian’s chest rises fast now, every breath shallow. His hands tangle in the sheets, one reaching instinctively for Aurélien’s curls.

And then-

Aurélien spits on it.

Lets it drip from his mouth, catching on the tip, watching Kylian shudder violently at the sight. He strokes it in slow, tight circles around the head, then down the shaft, slicking him up, dragging it out.

“Please,” Kylian breathes, voice cracking. “Please touch me.”

“You’re already being touched,” Aurélien teases, but his voice is softer now, too, affection behind the edge.

“Not enough,” Kylian groans.

He’s not thinking about the camera anymore.

He’s too busy rolling his hips up, chasing every stroke of Aurélien’s hand. His mouth falls open. His eyes flutter shut. His body starts to tremble with it, hands gripping, needing, trying not to fall apart too fast.

“You always get like this,” Aurélien whispers, leaning in to kiss the inside of his thigh. “With us. With her. With me. You can’t help it.”

Kylian whimpers, head tossing back.

“You love being watched,” Aurélien adds, voice lower now. “But right now? You don’t even care, do you?”

Kylian shakes his head, desperate.

“No. I don’t- I just want- you, fuck, Aurélien-”

Aurélien takes the tip into his mouth.

Slow.

Warm.

Wet.

Kylian breaks.

Aurélien takes his time.

He licks a slow stripe from base to tip, tongue flattening along the underside, collecting every drop of slick already there. Kylian’s thighs tense under his palms, breath catching hard in his throat.

Then Aurélien wraps his lips around the head -  hot, wet and so perfect - and sinks down just enough to pull a deep, broken moan from Kylian’s chest.

“Fuck- fuuuck ,” Kylian groans, one hand gripping the sheets, the other finding its way into Aurélien’s curls again, holding him. Just there. Anchoring.

Aurélien sets a slow, steady rhythm, up and down, his hand stroking where his mouth doesn’t reach. His tongue moves with purpose, swirling, teasing, tracing the ridge under the head every time he pulls back.

“You’re-” Kylian pants, eyes squeezed shut, neck arched. “You’re so good at this.”

Aurélien hums around him, the vibration making Kylian jerk.

His eyes flutter open, glazed and heavy, locked on the man between his legs.

“Where the fuck did you learn-”

Aurélien pulls off just long enough to catch his breath, lips slick, eyes dark.

“I’ve been watching her,” he says, voice hoarse but sure. “Every time. Every sound you made. Every time you begged.”

Kylian’s hips twitch. His whole body flushes deeper, hotter.

Aurélien’s mouth curls into a small, dark smile. “I know exactly what you need.”

And then he’s back on him, deeper now, wetter. His jaw relaxes, throat opening, tongue dragging along every sensitive inch. One hand cups Kylian’s balls, rolling them slow and gentle, while the other strokes in rhythm with his mouth.

Kylian’s thighs shake.

He’s moaning freely now, letting the sounds fall out with no filter.

“Don’t stop. Please, fuck, don’t stop- just like that- just like that.”

Aurélien keeps going.

He sets a rhythm that’s filthy in how precise it is, just fast enough, just deep enough. Every few strokes, he lets his lips twist around the head, tongue flicking against that sensitive spot underneath until Kylian’s entire body shudders.

His moans turn breathy. High. Choked.

“You’re- fuck, Aurélien- gonna make me- ”

Aurélien pulls off again, just briefly, pumping him slow and tight with his fist.

“I want you to,” he murmurs. “She’ll want to see it too.”

Then he sinks back down, sucking harder this time, more focused, more needy, like he wants it just as much.

And Kylian breaks, his hips jerking, jaw slack, the words dissolving into raw, desperate sound.

He spills with a gasp so loud it echoes, thighs trembling, head falling back as he moans through every wave of it.

Aurélien swallows him down. Every drop.

And doesn’t stop until Kylian is gasping, twitching, nearly overstimulated.

Only then does he let go, slowly, lips dragging off with one last flick of his tongue.

Kylian’s chest rises and falls like he just ran a full ninety minutes.

He looks down, dazed, ruined.

Aurélien wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking faintly.

Kylian swallows, voice wrecked. “She’s gonna lose her mind.”

Aurélien leans up, kisses the inside of his thigh.

“She should,” he murmurs. “You’re beautiful like this.”

Aurélien is still between Kylian’s thighs, flushed and slick lipped, arms braced on the mattress. But Kylian’s already tugging at his shoulder, guiding him up, pushing gently until their mouths crash together again, messy, tasting of sweat and cum and want.

Kylian’s lips trail to his jaw, then to his ear.

“My turn,” he whispers, voice hoarse and low and dangerous.

Before Aurélien can say a word, Kylian pushes him down until his back hits the mattress. He lays on Aurélien’s side, hands splayed across his chest, eyes dragging down over every sculpted line.

“Look at you,” he mutters, dragging his fingers lightly over Aurélien’s stomach. “All fucking tense. You’ve been teasing me for hours, and you’re still hard. That’s messed up.”

Aurélien chuckles, breath catching. “You like it.”

Kylian leans down, kissing just below his collarbone. “I love it.”

Then he moves down his body, mouth trailing heat. Over his chest, his ribs, sucking marks just below his pecs. He pauses at Aurélien’s nipple, swirls his tongue over it once, then bites down lightly, just enough to draw a low groan.

“You know what I was thinking about?” he murmurs, kissing lower now, licking a stripe across Aurélien’s abs. “That time she had you pinned to this bed and I was under the covers, touching you while she was on your face.”

Aurélien hisses, hand fisting the sheets.

“You were trying to hold it together,” Kylian says, dragging his tongue into the crease of Aurélien’s hip. “So hard. I could feel you twitch every time she moaned. Every time I stroked you.”

He peels Aurélien’s briefs down slowly, inch by inch, letting his breath fan hot over the skin he reveals.

“And now I get you all to myself,” he whispers. “She’ll see this. She’ll love this.”

Aurélien’s cock is thick, flushed, already leaking.

Kylian licks his lips.

Then he spits into his hand, slow and deliberate, then spreads it around the head, pumping once, twice, watching Aurélien’s hips buck off the bed.

“You want it?” Kylian asks, voice dipped in velvet and sin.

Aurélien’s voice is wrecked. “Yes.”

Kylian smirks. “Say it. Properly.”

“I want your mouth,” Aurélien grits out. “I want you to suck me.”

Kylian laughs softly. “Keep going.”

Aurelien moans softly, “Please- Ky- please I need it.”

Kylian hums in satisfaction.

And then he leans down, tongue flicking over the head, tasting him.

He kisses it first, slow and reverent.

Then he licks down the length, tongue wide and flat, wet and warm, before coming back up and taking him in.

Aurélien gasps.

Kylian moans around him like he means it, like the taste alone gets him hard again.

He sets a slow, teasing rhythm. Mouth tight. Tongue moving with purpose. His hand works the base in perfect time, stroking, squeezing just enough to keep the pressure right.

“You’re so thick,” he murmurs between strokes. “Always loved how it felt between my lips.”

Aurélien whines as he moves his hand to hold on to Kylian, grounding himself.

Kylian dips lower, throat relaxing, sucking deeper. His jaw works slow and steady. His other hand grips Aurélien’s thigh, holding him in place as he gets filthier with every pass.

“Bet she watches this later and touches herself,” Kylian breathes, jerking him slowly. “Thinking about how good I make you sound.”

Aurélien lets out a strangled sound, hips rising.

Kylian’s eyes flick up to meet his, his eyes dark and hungry.

“C’mon,” he says, licking a slow circle around the tip. “Do you want to come for me?”

Kylian’s mouth is slick and steady, warm lips wrapped around the head of Aurélien’s cock, tongue swirling just right. His hand works the base with slow, purposeful strokes, teasing, drawing him to the edge again and again .

Aurélien’s hips jerk, thighs tensing.

“Ky- fuck-”

But every time he gets close, too close, Kylian pulls off just enough to breathe, lips dragging off with a wet pop.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against his skin, tongue flicking lightly. “I’m not done with you.”

Aurélien groans, head pressed back into the mattress, chest heaving.

Kylian kisses the tip again, licks it slow. His eyes are glued to Aurélien’s face.

“You remember that goal you scored against Sociedad?” he says, breathless, words hot against the slick skin. “That fucking header?”

Aurélien groans, fingers scraping in Kylian’s curls.

“I saw you shouting and running. You looked so… fucking… good.”

Kylian strokes him again, slow and tight.

“All I could think about was getting on my knees. Right there. In front of everyone.”

He leans down again, taking him deeper this time, his throat tightening around the head, swallowing with a low moan.

“I wanted to suck your cock on the fucking pitch,” Kylian gasps when he comes up for air, pumping him again. “Didn’t care who saw. Didn’t care who knew you were mine.”

Aurélien’s breath stutters, thighs twitching again.

Kylian licks along the shaft, wet and slow. “Bet you’d let me. Right there. With the cameras on us.”

“I would,” Aurélien moans loud, voice ragged. “Fuck- I would. I want everyone to see.”

Kylian hums around him, bobbing his head again, deeper and more intense. His hand squeezes at just the right rhythm, tongue dragging against every nerve ending.

“C’mon,” he whispers between strokes. “You sound so good. Want you to come for me. Want her to see how good I make you feel.”

His mouth drops again, faster now. Controlled but relentless. His cheeks hollow, spit pooling and dripping onto his fist as he strokes and sucks and devours.

Aurélien tries to hold back, but it’s too much.

The praise. The pressure. The fucking fantasy of it all.

“Kylian- kyks- fuck- I’m-”

Kylian doesn’t stop.

If anything, he moans around him, loud and eager, welcoming it.

Aurélien comes hard, with a moan that tears from his chest, hips bucking up into Kylian’s mouth. His fingers grip tight around kylian as wave after wave crashes through him.

Kylian swallows everything.

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away.

He drinks it down like it’s what he’s been craving all along, lips still wrapped around the softening tip, humming with satisfaction.

When he finally pulls off, his lips are pink, chin wet, eyes wild and proud.

He kisses Aurélien’s stomach once. Then again. Then rests his cheek there, arms sliding around his waist, like he’s never been more content.

“You taste so perfect,” he murmurs.

Aurélien’s chest rises and falls, completely undone, one hand still brushing in Kylian’s hair.

“She’s gonna lose it,” he mutters, voice hoarse.

Kylian grins, pressing a kiss to his skin. “Good. She should.”

They don’t speak for a while. Their bodies are still humming, still floating, still processing. Kylian lies draped across Aurélien’s chest, cheek pressed to warm skin, fingers tracing slow circles into his side. Aurélien’s hand plays absently at the nape of Kylian’s neck, their legs tangled, their breaths finally syncing again.

Kylian hums softly, his voice lazy. “Didn’t think it’d be like that.”

Aurélien turns his head, voice low. “Like what?”

Kylian lifts his eyes. “Like… that much. That fucking good.”

Aurélien smiles, slow and soft. “You thought I’d be bad at it?”

“No,” Kylian says, laughing against his skin. “I thought I’d still have some dignity left.”

A quiet chuckle rumbles from Aurélien’s chest.

They fall quiet again, their hands still moving, slow, exploring, not touching to tease now, but because they can’t help it.

Then Kylian’s voice drops, rough and quiet. “You know what I want next time?”

Aurélien glances down, fingers trailing lightly along Kylian’s spine. “Tell me.”

Kylian kisses his chest once, right over his heart. “I want her riding your cock. Sitting back on you like she owns you.”

Aurélien groans softly, his hand tightening on Kylian’s waist.

“And I want to be there,” Kylian continues, voice lower now. “Between your legs. Mouth on your balls, tongue on your cock. Tongue in her ass. Making you both shake.”

Aurélien’s breath catches.

He’s getting hard again. He can feel Kylian twitch against his thigh too.

“She’d love that,” Aurélien murmurs, trailing a hand down Kylian’s back, slipping between his cheeks for a moment, not pushing, just resting there. “She loves watching you worship.”

“I want her to tell me what to do,” Kylian says, eyes dark now, lips brushing against Aurélien’s throat. “Tell me how to suck your cock while she rides me. Hold my head there. Make me take it.”

Aurélien moans, low and deep and needy again.

His cock is swelling, slow and steady, pressed up against Kylian’s stomach.

“She could sit behind me,” Aurélien whispers, voice rough. “Pull my hair while I’m going down on you. Push me down to choke on you.”

Kylian moans at that, hips rolling involuntarily against him, their cocks brushing now, both half hard and growing.

“She’d fuck herself while watching us,” Kylian mutters, grinding slower. “One hand in your hair, the other between her legs.”

Their mouths meet again, hot, slow, hungry.

They kiss like they’re already building toward the next round, like their words are stroking them from the inside out.

“You want her to film it?” Aurélien whispers against his mouth. “Us. Her. Everything.”

“Yes,” Kylian groans, hips bucking at some relief. “I want to see it. I want to come watching it.”

Aurélien flips him again, gentler this time but more controlled and intense.

They’re pressed together again, cocks thick and full between them, heat growing fast.

“You’re hard again,” Aurélien murmurs, lips brushing over Kylian’s jaw.

“So are you.”

Their hips grind for a second.

Breath catches at the new feeling.

And their mouths crash together again, hot, slick, no hesitation now.

Aurélien rolls his hips into Kylian’s, their cocks pressed tight between their stomachs, slick with sweat and leftover arousal. The friction sparks something immediate in both of them, needy and fast. Kylian groans into his mouth, his legs wrapping around Aurélien’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding back with perfect, filthy rhythm.

Aurelien gasps at the movement, “God, yes, use me. Rub against me. Fuck me with your hips.”

Kylian kisses down his neck, biting lightly at his pulse point. “You want me to come all over your stomach? You want her to watch you get covered in my cum?”

Aurelien moans, eyes fluttering closed. “She’d love it. She’d make you keep going. Not let you stop.”

Their bodies move faster now, grinding, slick, the heat between them building fast. Kylian’s hands drag down Aurélien’s back, nails biting lightly, clinging.

Aurélien shudders, grinding harder, faster, pushing Kylian into the mattress.

Kylian grinds up into Aurélien, biting his bottom lip with a needy moan.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “Been thinking about this since you bent over during warmups last week.”

Aurélien groans, gripping his hips tighter, rocking down. “Yeah? Should’ve said something. Would’ve let you take me right there. Press me up against the lockers.”

Kylian’s eyes roll back a little, hands dragging down Aurélien’s back, nails biting. “She would’ve watched. Bet she’d touch herself while you moaned my name.”

They grind harder, cocks sliding against each other, leaking, slick.

“She wants this,” Aurélien gasps. “Told me she wanted to see us fuck, not just touch. Said she wanted to see my mouth on your ass.”

Kylian’s breath hitches. “You- fuck- you wanna rim me, baby?”

Aurélien flips him in one smooth motion, spreading Kylian’s thighs open, dragging his tongue down his chest, his stomach, kissing the insides of his thighs until Kylian’s whimpering, cock twitching against his own stomach.

“You know I do.”

He lifts Kylian’s legs, pushes them open slow, reverent, and dives in.

His tongue flattens over Kylian’s hole, licking a slow circle that makes Kylian writhe, fists clenching the sheets.

“Fuck- fuck- ”

Aurélien licks deeper, slower, fucking him with his tongue, teasing the tight ring of muscle with precise rhythm. Kylian moans like he’s unraveling, like every flick of Aurélien’s tongue is a shock straight through his spine.

“You’re so sweet here,” Aurélien murmurs between licks. “Can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner.”

Kylian gasps, thighs shaking. “I want her to watch this. Want her sitting on my face while you tongue me open.”

Aurélien groans into him. The image alone makes him grind his own cock against the sheets.

Kylian grabs at him suddenly, tugs him up, flips him over, mouth crashing into his for a messy, filthy kiss, tasting himself on Aurélien’s tongue.

“My turn,” he pants.

He kisses down Aurélien’s chest, dragging his tongue over his abs, teasing them until Aurélien curses under his breath. Then lower. Down his stomach. Past his cock.

And he spreads him open, hands firm, no hesitation.

“You want this?” he asks, voice hot against Aurélien’s skin. “You want my mouth here?”

Aurélien nods, breathless. “Don’t tease me kyks. Please.”

Kylian grins, and licks.

His tongue moves slow, circling, teasing, tasting. Aurélien’s body arches, groaning as his hips twitch toward Kylian’s face.

“Fuck- Kylian- ”

“You like that?” Kylian asks, voice dirty and full of heat. “You ever think about me doing this when I was on my knees for her?”

Aurélien moans, cock leaking onto his stomach. “Every time. Every time you made her scream, I imagined your mouth here. Just like this.”

Kylian goes deeper, tongue flicking inside him, fucking him slow. Aurélien bucks, fingers fisting the sheets, completely undone.

They switch again.

Breathless.

Greedy.

Kylian’s legs are shaking when Aurélien’s back on him, licking him open again, holding him wide with both hands.

“You gonna let me fuck you next time she watches?” he growls. “Let her tell me when to go deeper?”

Kylian nods, gasping. “Yes- yes- want her to guide you. Want her fingers in my mouth while you fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Aurélien groans, rimming him deeper, rougher now. “She’s gonna come just from seeing your face.”

They roll together, tangled, flushed, cocks throbbing but untouched. They’re holding back. Torturing each other. Gliding against each other’s skin, swapping kisses and positions and filthy, filthy words.

Their mouths are wrecked. Their thighs are sore.

But they’re still babbling. Still grinding. Still starving.

“She’s gonna walk in one day,” Kylian gasps, riding Aurelien thigh, cock rubbing against his hip, “and we’re already gonna be like this. Ready. Leaking. Begging her to touch us.”

“She’ll make you open your mouth,” Kylian groans. “Suck my cock while you fuck her from behind.”

Aurelien shudders, biting his shoulder. “I’ll fucking thank her for it.”

They moan into each other’s mouths, grinding, leaking, still holding back from climax because the ache is too good to end.

“She’d make you ride me,” Aurelien breathes, kissing down Kylian’s chest. “Guide your hips. Hold you open.”

“I want it,” Kylian gasps. “Fuck, I want everything.”

“I want to wait for her.” Aurelien pants.

“It’s the right thing to do.” Kylian nods.

“We can do other things. We don’t have to fuck.” Aurelien gasps.

“Show me.” 

Aurélien’s mouth trails lower now, across Kylian’s abs, down the line of his stomach. He shifts Kylian’s legs, spreading them slowly.

“You going to eat me out again?” he whispers, teasing but wrecked. “Like she does?”

Aurélien licks a slow stripe along the inside of his thigh. “Exactly like she does. I can’t get enough.”

He lifts Kylian’s legs gently, spreading him wider, watching his hole - already slick with saliva - twitch with anticipation.

His tongue dragging over Kylian’s rim, soft at first, teasing. Kylian’s back arches, hips jerking, hands fisting the sheets.

“Fuck- Aurél-”

Aurélien groans against him, licking deeper now, slow and filthy. His hands grip Kylian’s ass, spreading him open, tongue circling, dipping, fucking him with it.

Kylian moans louder, body thrumming. “She needs to see this- fuck- she’d be touching herself so hard right now.”

Aurélien hums in agreement, tongue still moving, relentless.

“She’d be telling you what to do,” Kylian gasps. “Telling you to get me wetter. Telling you to make me beg.”

Aurélien’s tongue thrusts deeper. Kylian cries out, legs shaking.

“I want to ride your face,” Kylian babbling in ecstasy. “Both of us. I want your tongue in my ass while she sits on my face.”

Aurélien pulls back just enough to pant, voice ragged. “You’ll get it.”

Then he spits, rubs it in with two fingers, slowly circles Kylian’s hole again, more pressure now, and with more intent.

“You’re so hard,” he says, glancing up.

“So are you,” Kylian breathes.

“We need to wait.” Aurelien says..

“She deserves it.” Kylian nods.

They’re both flushed, cocks aching, covered in sweat and spit and need. Both of them not pushing it further. 

Aurélien climbs back up, cocks pressing together again, wet and perfect. They grind again, rougher now, slick and needy. Desperate for some relief.

They’re pressed together, skin hot and slippery, mouths locked in slow, open mouthed kisses that say I want you more than anything else. Their cocks rub between them, slick with precome, the friction sending shocks through every nerve ending, but it’s still not enough. Not yet.

Kylian grinds up into Aurélien’s hips, gasping into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, “feels so good, I could come just like this.”

Aurélien growls softly, grabbing Kylian’s ass, dragging their bodies tighter together. “But you won’t.”

Kylian whines, but his eyes flash. “You gonna edge me again?”

“I like you desperate,” Aurélien mutters against his throat, licking a slow stripe up his neck. “You’re so much more sexier when you’re begging.”

Kylian flips them suddenly, straddling Aurélien’s hips, grinding down slow, mouth hovering just above his.

“You think you’ve seen me filthy?” he whispers. “Wait ‘til I’m bouncing on your cock, saying her name and yours.”

Aurélien’s cock twitches hard beneath him. His hands grip Kylian’s thighs.

“She’d fucking love that,” he groans. “You taking me like that. All open. All mine.”

“And hers,” Kylian says, leaning down to kiss him again. “Both of you. I want that.”

They kiss until they’re gasping again, hands roaming. Kylian’s fingers wrap around both their cocks, stroking them together, slow and teasing. Aurélien bucks into the touch, moaning low.

“You gonna fuck me?” Kylian whispers, dragging their tips together. “Stretch me open while she watches?”

Aurélien’s eyes darken. “We need to wait. We’re gonna fuck you. Together.”

Kylian shudders, eyes fluttering.

“I can wait. I’ll take it- ” he says, voice hoarse. “I’ll take both of you. Let you ruin me.”

“You already let us.”

Kylian laughs, breathless.

The urge to resist was getting too much. Kylian flips him again, firm, steady, lowering Aurelien’s legs, spreading him wide.

His tongue licks over Aureliens hole, slow, wet, filthy.

Aurelien arches off the bed, moaning loud. “God, fuck, your mouth-”

Kylian pushes his tongue deeper, working him open, using both hands to keep him still. Aurelien thrashes gently, overwhelmed, leaking onto his own stomach from nothing but the feeling.

“You want my cock in here?” Kylian asks, pulling back just enough to speak, his fingers teasing just around the edge.

“Yes, yes,” Aurelien groans. “I want to feel it. Deep. Slow. Hard.”

Kylian kisses the inside of his thigh. “We’ll get there. Patience.”

He climbs back up, cocks pressing together again, both of them slick, both of them aching.

Their hands find each other, grinding again, but slower this time, controlled. Neither of them wants to finish. Not yet.

They want to drag this out.

Kylian kisses Aurélien’s jaw, whispering into his skin.

“We should wait. For when she’s back,” he breathes, “I want her to tell us how to fuck.”

Aurélien nods. “I want to watch her ride you while I stretch you open underneath.”

Kylian whines, leaking again, grinding hard.

“I want to fuck you while she watches,” he murmurs. “Hold your hips. Make you beg for her.”

Aurélien kisses him hard. “God- yes.”

They keep rubbing, kissing, sweating. They edge themselves on each other’s bodies, mouths hot with filthy promises, hands shaking from restraint.

They’re sweating.

Breathless.

Cocks heavy and throbbing between them, brushing against each other, smeared with spit and precome and sheer fucking want. Their mouths keep finding each other, hot, open, needy -  neither kiss satisfies. Not when the ache is everywhere else.

Aurélien is lying flat on his back now, Kylian straddling his thighs, grinding down slow, dragging their slick shafts together with every roll of his hips. Their hands are roaming, stroking, gripping, clinging, like they don’t know what to hold onto anymore.

“You keep teasing me like that,” Kylian gasps, “I’m gonna come all over your fucking stomach.”

Aurélien grits his teeth, thrusting up harder. “You won’t. Not until I’m inside you.”

Kylian moans, low and broken. “Then do it. Fuck me. Just- just fuck me already.”

But Aurélien doesn’t move.

He reaches down, grabs both their cocks together and strokes them, slow and tight, and Kylian whines, head dropping to Aurélien’s shoulder.

“Why are we doing this to ourselves?” he mutters, voice wrecked. “You’re hard. I’m hard. We’re fucking ready.”

“Because it’s too good,” Aurélien pants. “Because we want to remember it.”

Kylian nods, hips still grinding. “You think she’d let us take turns?”

Aurélien groans. “I want to be in the middle. Her under me. You behind.”

Kylian shakes at the thought. “I’d fuck you while you fucked her. You’d feel both of us, god it would be so deep. So full.”

“I want to moan both your names,” Aurélien whispers, kissing his throat. “Want to feel you pulse around me.”

Kylian bites his lip, so hard it might bruise. “Aurel- I want that- I want that so bad.”

Aurelien continues, “She’d hold my face. Kiss me while you’re inside me. She’d tell me I look so good being ruined by you.”

They’re both panting now, rocking against each other without rhythm, desperate for more.

Aurélien flips them again, slow this time, pressing Kylian into the mattress, hovering over him. They don’t stop kissing. Don’t stop moving. Their bodies are too hot, too slick, too tuned to each other.

Kylian spreads his legs instinctively, wrapping them around Aurélien’s waist, dragging their cocks together again.

“You want to be inside me so bad,” he breathes, teasing, filthy, fragile. “I can feel it. You’re holding back.”

“So are you,” Aurélien shoots back, biting at his jaw. “I know you want to fuck me. You’ve been staring at my ass for months.”

They’re both grinding. Slippery and slow, gasping into each other’s mouths. The sheets are soaked. The air smells like sex and sweat and need.

Aurélien presses their foreheads together, gasping into Kylian’s mouth. “I could keep doing this forever,” he mutters. “Just like this.”

Kylian whines. “You say that but you’re throbbing against me.”

“So are you.”

Their cocks slide together again, and they both shudder.

Kylian’s voice dips, wrecked and wanting. “Before this, you ever thought about me fucking you?”

Aurélien stills, just for a second. His breath catches. His eyes snap open.

Kylian watches him, cheeks flushed, curls damp with sweat, lips swollen from kissing.

“I have,” he says. “So many times.”

He leans in, kisses Aurélien’s throat. Lingers there.

“Every time you bossed me around on the pitch. Every time you made her moan in my mouth,” he whispers. “I wanted to be inside you.”

Aurélien exhales hard, hips twitching.

“You want to?”

Kylian’s hand slides down between them, wraps around both their cocks, stroking them together slow.

“I want to fuck you.”

His voice is deep. Final.

“I want to see how tight you are. I want to watch you open for me. Want her to sit on your face while I make you moan.”

Aurélien groans, broken, his head falling to Kylian’s shoulder. “You want me like this?” he pants. “On my back? Legs open for you?”

Kylian nips his ear. “Or bent over, face down, cock leaking before I even touch you.”

Aurélien’s hips jerk into his fist. “Fuck.”

Kylian grinds up into him. “You’d take it so well. Let me push in slow. Stretch you with my fingers first, get you messy, slick, needy.”

Aurélien moans into his neck, his body already responding, tightening, twitching, aching.

“I want to fuck you, Aurélien,” Kylian says again, softer now. “I want to feel you squeeze around me while you come.”

And that’s-

That’s what breaks him.

Aurélien grabs the lube again, coats his fingers, presses one to Kylian’s rim, just resting there.

Kylian freezes.

Moans.

Then does the same.

Reaches down, slicks his own fingers, and presses one against Aurélien’s entrance, matching the position.

Their eyes lock.

Fingers hover.

Their bodies pulse.

Neither moves. Neither breathes.

Because the next shift, whoever pushes first, whoever lets go, is the line between foreplay and fucking.

Between holding on and completely losing it.

They stare at each other, panting, ruined.

And for the first time all night, there’s silence.

No teasing.

No dirty talk.

Just the question hanging between them, 

Who gives in first?

Aurélien’s breath catches.

He watches Kylian, eyes wide, chest heaving, one slick finger trembling at his entrance, waiting.

Wanting.

And something in Aurélien softens. Tightens. Opens.

He lowers his hand. Presses gently into Kylian first, just the tip of one finger. No teasing. No hesitation. Just slow, steady pressure, eyes never leaving his.

Kylian gasps. From pure relief. Like he’s been waiting for this exact kind of touch.

“I’ll go slow,” Aurélien whispers. “I want to feel you.”

Kylian nods, lashes fluttering. “Please.”

Their hands drop. Kylian’s finger slips away from Aurélien’s hole, surrendering the moment. Giving it fully to him.

Aurélien presses his finger in deeper, carefully, watching every twitch in Kylian’s face. His other hand rests on Kylian’s stomach, grounding, his thumb rubbing slow, reassuring circles.

He curls the finger slightly.

Kylian moans, low and shaky. 

“Okay?”

Kylian nods, breathless. “You feel good.”

Aurélien smiles softly and leans up to kiss him. Sweet and deep, their mouths moving slow, open, tongues sliding as his finger keeps working, gently easing Kylian open.

Then a second finger.

Kylian’s legs part wider.

His breath hitches, hips twitching, but he doesn’t pull away. He welcomes it.

Aurélien’s voice is low, reverent. “You’re so soft here. So tight. You’re gonna take me so well.”

“I want to,” Kylian breathes. “I want you.”

Aurélien keeps working him, patient, methodical, watching the way Kylian’s body softens around him. How he sighs. How he melts.

When he feels him relax completely, open and warm, he pulls his fingers free, slow and careful.

Kylian moans at the loss.

Aurélien slicks his cock, every movement precise, focused. Present.

He lowers himself over Kylian, their bodies aligning, skin brushing, mouths close enough to breathe the same air.

Foreheads pressed. Noses grazing. Kylian’s ankles lock gently around his waist.

“You ready?”

Kylian nods, eyes locked on his. “Yeah. Give it to me.”

He lines up.

And pushes in.

Not fast.

Not greedy.

Just a slow, deep glide, his cock stretching Kylian open with care. A quiet, raw moan spills from Aurélien’s mouth as he sinks in inch by inch.

Kylian’s mouth falls open, a soundless moan catching in his throat before it spills out, all raw and aching.

Aurélien kisses him through it.

Softly. Over and over.

Arms wrapping under Kylian’s shoulders, holding him close as he sinks all the way in, burying himself completely.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel…”

Kylian trembles, clutches his back. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re so soft here,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna take me so well.”

Kylian moans into his mouth, legs falling wider.

“I want to,” he breathes. “I want you.”

His arms  holds kylian close, chest to chest, skin on skin. Every twitch. Every tremble. Every breath.

Kylian clutches him tight, ankles locking around his waist, pulling him in.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Want to feel all of you.”

Aurélien groans softly, finally bottoming out, completely inside him.

Kylian shudders.

And they just stay there for a moment.

Breathing. Shaking. Connected.

No more teasing. No more questions. Just the slow, inevitable truth of them.

Aurélien’s hips shift, just a little. Just enough to feel the slick drag of his cock inside Kylian.

Kylian gasps.

A small, involuntary sound.

The sweetness lingers, even as it starts to shift.

Their mouths stay connected, kissing through each slow thrust, but something begins to build beneath it. A deeper heat. A pull in Aurélien’s hips. A quiet need as Aurelien rocks into him.

Something clicks. Sweetness curving into something deeper, hungrier. A need they’ve both been holding back.

Aurélien moves again, another slow thrust, deeper this time.

Kylian moans into his neck, breath catching. “Do that again.”

So Aurélien does.

He pulls out just a little. Slides back in.

The friction makes his whole body shudder.

“You feel- fuck,” he whispers. “You feel perfect inside.”

Kylian’s fingers dig into his back. His heels press into Aurélien’s ass, pulling him closer.

“Then use it.”

Aurélien groans low and rough and starts to move.

Kylian feels everything. The way Aurélien’s rhythm changes. How his hands tighten on his thighs. How his breath starts to stutter.

“You’re holding back,” Kylian murmurs, lips brushing Aurélien’s. “Don’t.”

Aurélien groans low, like something inside him finally cracks open.

The rhythm shifts.

What started as slow and sensual begins to build, each stroke of Aurélien’s hips pushing deeper, stronger, more focused.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at Kylian. The softness is still there in his eyes, but it’s burning now, hotter, darker, hungrier.

“You sure?”

Kylian spreads his legs wider in answer.

“Take it.”

Aurélien’s moves his grip, one hand bracing beside Kylian’s head, the other gripping under his thigh, and then he starts to fuck him.

Properly.

Deep and smooth. Powerful.

Each thrust slams home with intent, dragging a moan from Kylian’s chest, knocking his head back into the pillows.

“Fuck-” Kylian gasps, gripping his shoulders. “Yes- fuck, Aurel, yes-”

“You like it?” Aurélien growls, hips snapping. “This what you wanted?”

“More,” Kylian breathes. “Harder.”

Aurélien gives it to him.

He angles his hips just right and starts pounding into him, still controlled, but relentless. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Kylian’s thighs tremble, his body jolting with every deep grind of Aurélien’s cock dragging against his prostate.

“God, you’re tight,” Aurélien pants. “So fucking wet for me.”

He holds Kylian by the waist now, thumbs digging into soft skin, his body flushed and slick with sweat. Every time he drives in, Kylian’s breath stutters, a sharp gasp, a bitten off moan.

Aurélien watches him fall apart beneath him.

“You’re so good,” he murmurs, voice rough. “You feel so fucking good.”

Kylian grabs at his shoulders, dragging him closer. His thighs tremble, spread wide around Aurélien’s hips, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he pushes back, hips rolling up, begging for more.

“I want it all,” Kylian breathes. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

Aurélien leans in, their chests pressed tight, skin-to-skin. He kisses Kylian’s throat, his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then pulls back far enough to look at him.

And he changes the pace.

Slower, and deeper.

His cock drags across every sensitive place inside Kylian, pressing just right, again and again, until Kylian’s gasping into his mouth, his hands shaking.

“Do you like this?” Aurélien asks, breath hot against his cheek.

Kylian nods, frantic. “Yes.”

Aurélien groans, grinding in deeper.

“This is how you fuck her?” Kylian pants, the words slipping out in a dazed whisper.

Aurélien freezes just for a beat, his cock buried deep inside.

He thrusts hard.

“This is exactly how I do it.”

Kylian whimpers, body clenching around him, face crumpling in pleasure.

Aurélien grabs him tighter, one hand slipping under his thigh, the other cradling the back of his head. He fucks him harder now, less controlled, more needy, hips snapping with urgency.

“I can’t get deep enough,” he grits. “I want to stay inside you. I want to lose myself in you.”

Kylian’s voice is barely there. “You already are.”

They kiss again, open mouthed, desperate, moaning into each other as their bodies move faster, more frantic. Kylian’s nails rake across Aurélien’s back, dragging, clutching.

“You’re mine,” Aurélien whispers, slamming in again. “You feel that? You’re mine.”

Kylian’s whole body trembles, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes. Fuck. I’m yours-”

“I’m gonna come inside you,” Aurélien growls, hips stuttering. “Fill you up so deep-”

“Yes- please- do it- do it-”

“God, you’re tight ,” Aurélien pants. “So fucking wet for me.”

“You’re- ahh, -you’re so deep,” Kylian gasps, half laughing, half wrecked. “Fuck, you’re- filling me-”

“I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name,” Aurélien growls, biting at his jaw.

He lifts Kylian’s legs higher, pushing his knees toward his chest, folding him open, burying himself even deeper.

Kylian chokes on a moan, high and helpless.

“Look at you,” Aurélien murmurs, voice wrecked but steady. “Letting me do this to you. Letting me fuck you like this.”

“For you,” Kylian whines. “All yours.”

“Yeah?”

Aurélien leans in, fucking him harder, faster.

“She’ll love seeing this. You laid out, letting me take what I want.”

“She’ll- fuck, Aurélien- she’ll touch herself to this. She’ll want you to come inside me.”

“You think I can’t?”

“You’re- oh my god, you’re so fucking close-”

Kylian is babbling now, legs shaking, lips parted, body completely open to every deep, hard thrust.

Aurélien grabs his face, kisses him hard, all possessive, messy, feral, and fucks him like he owns him.

Kylian takes it. Moaning. Begging.

Their rhythm spirals. Aurélien’s thrusts become erratic, relentless, as he pushes into Kylian like he never wants to leave.

Aurélien is fucking him deep now.

His strokes are measured. Heavy. Like he’s trying to push every inch of his cock into Kylian’s body and keep it there. Each thrust is a full-body motion, hips snapping forward, thighs tight, stomach clenched, cock dragging slow through the tight heat of Kylian’s ass until it’s too much.

But he doesn’t stop.

He drives into him. Again. And again.

Holding the rhythm steady. Breathing through the need. Sweat drips from his back, down his temples, catching at the corners of his jaw.

Kylian is moaning for it. Hands fisting the sheets, face turned to the side, jaw slack.

He takes every thrust like it’s what he was made for.

“Listen to you,” Aurélien pants, voice low, commanding. “So desperate. So fucking open.”

Kylian whines, breath caught on the edge of a gasp. “Feels so good- don’t stop-”

Aurélien leans in, chest pressed to Kylian’s back, hand sliding up from his waist to his throat. His fingers curl there, holding him, a point of pressure, control.

“You want to be used?” he growls into his ear. “Say it.”

Kylian gasps. “I want to be used. I want to be fucked.”

“Good boy,” Aurélien mutters.

He pulls Kylian up, bodies flush, cock still buried deep, his hand shifting from throat to jaw. Tilting his face toward him.

“Open your mouth.”

Kylian’s breath hitches.

“What-”

“Open it.”

Kylian obeys,mouth falling open, eyes wide, dazed.

Aurélien stares at him and spits. Slow and wet, it lands right on Kylian’s tongue.

Kylian moans as he swallows, body clenching hard around Aurélien’s cock.

“So sexy,” Aurélien groans. “So fucking hot.”

His grip tightens, his hips start again, harder, faster now, pounding into Kylian with sharp, possessive rhythm.

Each thrust punches a sound from Kylian’s chest.

“Fuck. yes. yes. just like that.”

“You’re dripping,” Aurélien pants. “Fucking soaking me. You were made for this.”

His hand slides back down Kylian’s neck, across his chest, his stomach, smearing sweat as he fucks him, now in hard, precise thrusts that land deep, over and over.

“I’m not stopping,” he growls. “Not until I come so deep you’ll still feel it tomorrow.”

Kylian sobs, completely wrecked and open, and just says, “Please.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” Aurélien groans. “Made for me. Made to be filled.”

“Then do it,” Kylian whispers. “Give it to me.”

Aurélien grits his teeth, trying, failing , to hold back.

“I’m gonna… fuck… I can’t…”

“Come inside me,” Kylian gasps. “Let go. You’ve already used me, just finish it.”

Aurélien moans at that, hips slamming, cock twitching, everything burning, and holds himself back for just a few more brutal strokes.

Finally, 

He lets go.

His body seizes, his mouth falls open on a moan he doesn’t even hear, he just feels. Every pulse of his orgasm inside Kylian. Every spasm. Every burn of pleasure tearing through him.

Kylian holds him there.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Legs locked tight around his waist.

And neither of them moves.

They just breathe.

Aurélien is still inside him.

His body trembles with the aftershocks, sweat dripping down his spine, forehead pressed to Kylian’s. His breathing is ragged, like he hasn’t caught up to what just happened. Like he doesn’t want to catch up.

Kylian lies beneath him, quiet and warm, his arms still wrapped around Aurélien’s back, fingertips ghosting up and down his spine.

Neither of them says anything.

Because the silence means something.

Because they’ve already said everything, with hips and mouths and surrender.

Aurélien shifts just slightly, hips pressing closer, deepening the contact, not to fuck again, but to stay. To feel Kylian’s body still holding him.

Still soft.

Still open.

Still his.

He lifts his head, eyes meeting Kylian’s, those warm, brown, vulnerable eyes.

And then he kisses him.

Deeply.

Not fast. Not rough. Just full.

Lips slow and seeking. Tongues brushing gently, savoring the taste, the closeness. Kissing like he’s still inside his mouth, not just his body.

Kylian lets out a soft sound, a moan, or a sigh, and kisses him back with everything he has left. One hand comes up to cradle Aurélien’s jaw, the other sliding into his curls.

Aurélien melts into it.

The kiss deepens, longer now, messier, slower. No more rhythm to match. No more chase. Just the quiet, steady ache of closeness. He kisses Kylian again and again and again, until their lips are swollen and their chests sync in breath.

He pulls back just an inch, whispering against his mouth.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Kylian smiles softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“So are you.”

And then Aurélien leans in again. And kisses him like he means it.

They stay like that for a long moment.

Bodies still joined. Skin flushed. Their breath slow and heavy in the quiet.

Aurélien keeps kissing him, lazy, open mouthed kisses to Kylian’s lips, his cheek, the edge of his jaw. His hands never stop moving. Stroking Kylian’s side, brushing sweat from his hairline. Just being with him. Fully present.

Kylian hums softly, fingers curling into the back of Aurélien’s neck.

“I get it now,” he murmurs.

Aurélien pulls back just enough to see him. “Get what?”

Kylian meets his eyes, soft and honest and a little dazed.

“What she feels,” he says. “When you’re inside her.”

Aurélien stills for a beat.

Kylian smiles, small, wrecked, full of affection. “That pressure. That stretch. The way it doesn’t feel like just sex. It’s you. I felt you .”

Aurélien’s throat works. His jaw tightens like he’s trying not to show how much that lands.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” Kylian adds. “And I know it’s different. But… it’s close.”

Aurélien brushes a hand over Kylian’s hip, still inside him, still held.

“I want to feel it too,” he says quietly.

Kylian blinks.

“I want to know what it’s like,” Aurélien continues, voice low. “What I just gave you.”

Kylian’s eyes search his.

“You want me to- ?”

Aurélien nods once. Slow. Sure. “I want you to fuck me,” he says. “Not now. But… when we’re ready.”

Kylian’s hand curls around the back of his neck, thumb brushing along his jaw. His expression shifts, still warm, still wrecked, but with something new. A kind of reverence.

“I’ll make you feel it,” he promises. “Everything.”

Aurélien kisses him again, gentle and grounding. “I know you will.”

Kylian’s still beneath him, breath slow, body warm and open. Aurélien, still softening inside him, presses one last kiss to his lips before slipping out with a low, breathy groan.

They both shiver at the loss.

But the air doesn’t go quiet.

It changes.

Kylian sits up, slow, eyes following every twitch of Aurélien’s body as he rolls onto his side, chest heaving, skin flushed, legs still a little spread.

He looks wrecked. And beautiful.

Kylian drags his hand down Aurélien’s back, then lower, between his cheeks, his fingers pressing light and teasing against him.

“You still mean it?” Kylian asks, voice rough with the need he’s been holding back. “You want me to take you?”

Aurélien nods, slow and sure, breath catching.

“I want to feel you,” he says. “Want to know how good it feels to be filled by you.”

Kylian groans, low and broken.

“Fuck, finally. You have no idea how long I’ve waited.”

He moves fast but deliberate,  eyes fixed on Aurélien as he guides him gently onto his stomach, then nudges him to rise just enough, hips lifted, thighs parted.

Kylian shifts, kneeling between his legs. Grabs the lube. Coats his fingers.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I won’t.”

Kylian slicks him open with care, one finger at first, slow and gentle, twisting, curling. Aurélien gasps, eyes fluttering closed.

“Good?” Kylian asks, voice tight.

Aurélien nods, hips already rolling. “I can handle it.”

Kylian moves his finger. Spreading. Kylian watches his face the whole time, watches his lips part, his brow furrow, his cock twitch untouched on his stomach.

“You’re doing so good,” Kylian murmurs. “I love this. Watching you fall apart.”

“Then fuck me,” Aurélien groans. “I want it..”

“God,” he mutters. “You’re dripping. You’re fucking ruined already.”

“Good,” Aurélien grits out. “Make it worse. I need more.”

Kylian does.

Two fingers slide back into him, smooth and slick, scissoring, and Aurélien moans, the stretch already pulling soft curses from his mouth. He fists the sheets, breath growing ragged as Kylian works him open, slow but not tentative.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you kissed me,” Kylian says, leaning over to mouth at his shoulder. “Wanted to bend you over and take my time.”

“You have me now, I can handle it.” Aurélien groans, hips shifting back onto his fingers. “So take it.”

Kylian kneels behind Aurélien, one hand spreading his ass, the other stroking his cock to keep himself grounded, because the sight in front of him is almost too much. Aurélien on his knees, thighs parted, hips tilted, skin flushed and glistening.

Waiting for him.

He leans forward, kisses the small of his back, trails his fingers over the curve of his ass.

“You ready?” he murmurs, voice low and thick.

Aurélien nods, breath catching. “Yeah. I want it.”

Kylian slicks his cock again, slow and focused, and lines up.

He doesn’t rush.

He presses in, inch by inch, dragging his cock past that tight ring of muscle with deliberate control. Aurélien gasps, body twitching.

“Fuck-”

“Breathe,” Kylian says softly, one hand smoothing over his hip. “Just breathe through it. Let me in.”

Aurélien does.

He opens.

Kylian’s cock slides deeper, the stretch intense and slow and aching.

Kylian groans, head falling forward. “You’re- fuck- so tight.”

“It’s so much,” Aurélien gasps. “I can’t believe this is what she feels.”

Kylian stills, hips flush against Aurélien’s ass, completely buried.

He leans over him, lips to his ear. “Every time.”

Aurélien shudders, one hand gripping the sheets. “How the fuck does she handle it?”

Kylian laughs softly, kisses his shoulder. “You’re handling it.”

He pulls out slow, just a few inches, then glides back in, smooth and careful, letting his cock ease through the stretch. The slide is slow. Slick. Worshipful.

Aurélien groans, low and helpless.

“Just like that,” he breathes. “Fuck. Just like that.”

Kylian’s hands tighten on his hips. His strokes stay soft, dragging in and out, letting Aurélien feel everything.

“You feel so fucking good,” Kylian whispers. “You were made for this.”

Aurélien melts under him, muscles loosening, breath evening out.

Kylian feels it. The way Aurélien’s hole relaxes, how his body starts pulling him in.

That’s when he starts to move.

Deeper.

Harder.

He fucks into him now with rhythm, still smooth, but heavier, more intent. His grip shifts from soft to firm, pulling Aurélien back onto his cock with every thrust.

“You’re ready for it now,” he groans. “You’re fucking open.”

Aurélien whines, voice high, wrecked.

“Fuck, Kylian, don’t stop.”

Kylian doesn’t.

He fucks him deeper, faster, the sound of skin slapping loud and wet in the room.

“You wanted to know what she felt?” Kylian grits out, hips snapping. “You’re gonna feel it.”

Aurélien is babbling now, moaning into the sheets, body bouncing back against Kylian’s cock with every thrust.

“Harder- please- fuck me-”

“You want it rough now?” Kylian gasps. “You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes,” Aurélien groans. “Fucking yes.”

Kylian groans, grabs his shoulders, and slams into him, fucking him with everything he’s got.

The tenderness is still there.

But it’s buried under heat.

Raw. Desperate. Real.  Aurelien takes it all.

Kylian’s cock slams into him again, and again, and again, deep strokes, fast and filthy, his hands gripping Aurélien’s hips like he owns them.

Aurélien’s body jerks forward with every thrust, arms trembling under his weight, mouth falling open around wrecked, helpless sounds.

“Fuck- fuck, Kylian- so deep- so deep-”

“You feel that?” Kylian pants, hips snapping. “You’re fucking melting around me.”

His thrusts get rougher, the sound of skin on skin louder, wetter, needier. His thighs slap against Aurélien’s ass with every stroke, sweat dripping down his spine.

Aurélien pushes back against him now, desperate for more, moaning into the mattress.

“I can’t- I can’t take it-”

“You are,” Kylian growls. “You’re taking all of me.”

He leans forward, one hand slipping under Aurélien’s chest, dragging him up until his back is against Kylian’s chest, both of them kneeling. Kylian stays buried deep, grinding into him from behind, his arm wrapped around Aurélien’s stomach, hand pressed flat to his chest, holding him tight.

Their bodies are slick and trembling.

Kylian fucks up into him now, deep and fast,his other hand gripping under Aurélien’s jaw, tilting his head back.

“Say it,” Kylian breathes against his ear. “Say you love it.”

Aurélien’s voice breaks. “I love it- you’re fucking me so good- Kylian- don’t stop”

Kylian moans low, lips dragging across the back of his neck.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he pants. “Gonna make me come inside you”

Aurélien’s thighs start to shake again.

“Harder,” he begs. “Harder- give me everything-”

Kylian drives into him, full force now, no pause between thrusts, every inch of him buried deep.

Aurélien’s head falls back onto Kylian’s shoulder, mouth open, body trembling like he’s seconds from breaking.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Kylian groans. “Begging for it. Taking it. Giving me everything.”

Their rhythm is messy now, desperate. Slamming. The edge creeping closer, hotter, tighter.

But they hold it.

Neither letting go.

Not yet.

Kylian’s hips are stuttering now, his rhythm faltering, breath catching in his throat, chest pressed tight to Aurélien’s back.

He’s so close.

Cock twitching inside that tight heat, thighs shaking from the effort to hold back.

“Fuck, Aurel-  fuck- I’m gonna-”

But Aurélien reaches back, grabs his hip, his thigh and says, low, breathless, “Don’t.”

Kylian stills, cock buried to the hilt, panting against his shoulder.

“I’m gonna come-”

“Not yet,” Aurélien gasps. “Keep going.”

Kylian groans, forehead pressing into the back of Aurélien’s neck.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

Aurélien laughs, lips parted around heavy breath. “Not yet.”

Kylian pulls back slowly, thrusts in again, deep, drawn out, his cock sliding in easy now, slick with sweat and lube and everything they’ve already given.

Aurélien moans, long and low.

“Feels so good,” he says. “You feel so fucking good.”

Kylian’s hands tighten around his waist, teeth gritting as he fucks him slowly now, deeply, like he’s trying to savour every drag, every clench, every sound.

“You already came,” Kylian pants. “You’re so tight,I can feel you pulsing.”

Aurélien nods, pressing back onto him. “I don’t need to come again.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You.”

That one word makes Kylian tremble.

“You inside me. Filling me. Moving like you own me.”

Kylian groans, low and hot, and starts thrusting again, deeper, filthier, with every intention of stretching him out until he can’t take anymore.

Aurélien moans with every stroke, his cock soft but twitching, his body shaking from overstimulation, from pleasure that no longer needs to peak.

It just is.

“I love your cock,” he mutters. “Love the way you fuck. Love feeling you right there.”

Kylian wraps an arm around him, pulling him close, their bodies sticking with heat.

“You’re gonna be dripping when I pull out,” he whispers. “You want that?”

“Yes.”

Kylian’s pace picks up again, hips snapping, thrusts harder now, raw and filthy.

Aurélien is gasping, head tossed back, no tension in his body at all. Just surrender.

Kylian slams into him again, and again, and again.

“Fuck, fuck,  can’t, Aurélien, I need- ”

“Do it,” Aurélien breathes. “Come inside me. I want to feel it.”

Kylian’s whole body is trembling now, his thrusts losing rhythm, his hands fisting hard into Aurélien’s hips as he slams into him, again, again, again.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he pants. “You feel so good, so good- I’m gonna- fuck- I’m gonna”

“Do it,” Aurélien moans, voice cracked and wild. “Fill me- Kylian- come inside me- I want it, want all of you-”

That’s what breaks him.

Kylian slams in deep, cock buried to the base, and comes.

It tears out of him like a growl, a moan, a curse all at once,his body shaking with every pulse, his cock twitching hard as he spills inside Aurélien, thick and hot and endless.

His fingers dig into skin. His hips grind forward with every wave, grinding against that sweet, perfect heat until he’s empty.

He presses his forehead to Aurélien’s back, breath ragged, sweat pouring down his chest.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “*Fuck- you wrecked me.”

Aurélien groans, sinking down onto the mattress, legs wide, still full, still twitching around him.

“You’re still inside me,” he mumbles, voice wrecked and blissed. “Don’t pull out yet.”

Kylian stays there, cock softening slowly inside the warm mess of him, hands gentle now, stroking Aurélien’s sides, smoothing his back, catching his breath.

Neither of them moves.

Savouring the way that was everything.

They stay like that for a while, Kylian still inside him, chest draped over Aurélien’s back, both of them drenched in sweat, skin hot and sticky, bodies still catching up to everything they’ve just done.

Their breathing slowly settles.

Kylian presses a kiss to the back of Aurélien’s neck, gentle, grounding.

“You okay?” he murmurs, voice barely there.

Aurélien hums. “More than.”

Kylian smiles against his skin, then slowly pulls out.

Aurélien lets out a soft sound, a little moan, a twitch, hips dipping into the mattress.

Kylian watches the way his come slips out of him, shining and messy, and he feels something tender in his chest, warm, quiet and full.

“I’ll clean you up,” he whispers.

He kisses Aurélien’s shoulder before sliding off the bed, padding to the bathroom.

When he comes back with a warm cloth, Aurélien hasn’t moved. He looks relaxed. Spent. Open in a way Kylian’s never seen him.

Kylian climbs back into bed and kneels between his legs, gently wiping him down, between his thighs, across his lower back, where slick has gathered. He’s careful not to press too hard.

Aurélien’s breath hitches once, but not from pain. Just from how tender it is.

When he’s done, Kylian tosses the cloth aside, settles beside him, and wraps his arms around Aurélien’s waist.

They breathe like that for a minute, entwined, skin to skin.

“I didn’t know it could be like that,” Aurélien murmurs.

Kylian noses at his jaw. “Like what?”

“So rough. And still feel like… this.”

Kylian’s hand strokes his stomach. “It’s always like this. When it’s real.”

They shift until they’re face-to-face, tangled in the sheets, legs brushing.

Kylian kisses him softly. Once. Twice. Again.

“You ruined me,” Aurélien says, smiling faintly.

Kylian chuckles, low. “You fucking asked for it.”

They laugh, exhausted and happy.

And then fall quiet again.

Just holding.

Letting it settle between them, the trust, the heat, the care.

Nothing else matters in that moment.

Just the warmth of their bodies.

And the soft weight of everything they didn’t need to say.

They lie there in silence, skin still touching, breath syncing slowly. Kylian’s fingers trail along Aurélien’s side, lazy and unhurried, while Aurélien’s hand rests over Kylian’s heart, feeling the last of its rapid rhythm ease into something slower.

“I don’t think I can move,” Aurélien murmurs, voice rough and wrecked and so, so soft.

Kylian hums. “You don’t have to. I already fucked you within an inch of your life.”

Aurélien smirks, eyes still closed. “So modest.”

Kylian kisses the corner of his mouth. “You love it.”

“I do.”

They’re quiet again. Kylian presses another kiss to his shoulder. Then his chest. Then under his jaw.

Aurélien opens his eyes, looking just the tiniest bit dreamy. “She’s going to lose her mind when she sees this.”

Kylian freezes for half a second.

Then turns his head.

The phone is still propped up across the room.

Still recording.

His eyes go wide. “Fuck.”

Aurélien laughs, low and warm and delighted.

Kylian groans, buries his face in his chest. “I forgot. I fucking forgot.”

“She’s going to know every sound I make now.”

“She already did.”

Aurélien’s grin widens. “You were loud.”

Kylian nudges him, but he’s smiling too. “You begged.”

“You fucked me.”

“You let me.”

They fall quiet again, heads close, mouths brushing without needing to kiss.

Then Kylian murmurs, barely above a whisper, “We should probably stop the video.”

Neither of them moves.

They lie there a little longer, arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled, sticky and exhausted and satisfied.

Eventually, Aurelien groans, pushes up on one elbow, and pads over to the phone, bare and sleepy, hair wild.

He stops the recording, locks the screen, and glances over his shoulder.

“You sure you’re not going to sue me for defamation?”

Kylian just pulls the pillow over his face and groans. “Just get back in bed”

Aurelien laughs.

Crawls back under the covers, Kylian pulls Aurélien into his chest, and lets their bodies curl into the shape of something safe. Something real.

They fall asleep like that.

Still wrecked.

Still warm.

Still together.