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Before Gemini could register anything, Fourth’s hands slid firmly to his shoulders and in one smooth motion, he tugged him onto his back.

Gemini let out a startled gasp as Fourth manhandled him with effortless strength, flipping him over and climbing over him in the same breath.

Suddenly, Fourth was straddling him—knees on either side of Gemini’s hips, palms planted on the mattress, caging him in.

Gemini blinked up at him, wide-eyed, breath caught somewhere between panic and thrill.

Fourth leaned down slightly, face close, expression unimpressed but eyes burning like he’d been patient long enough.

“You’re done pretending now,” he said, calm but firm, like it wasn’t up for debate.

Gemini swallowed, throat bobbing.

“I wasn’t pretending.”

Fourth raised an eyebrow. “Sure you weren’t.”

Gemini’s lips twitched—caught. Exposed. Flushed.

Fourth smirked, a small, victorious one. “Look at you. Sulking, pouting, turning your back on me like a kicked puppy.”

Gemini tried to look away, but Fourth caught his chin gently, guiding his face back up.

“Hey,” Fourth murmured, voice dipping low, “I said I’m not mad.”

Gemini breathed out slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little under Fourth’s touch but the heat between them only thickened, rising like a tide around the two of them.

“Fine, if you’re not mad… kiss me.” Gemini pouted up at him, lips pushed out.

Fourth blinked, then shook his head with a disbelieving laugh. “You are clearly taking advantage of the situation.”

Gemini didn’t even pretend to deny it. Instead, he smiled—slow and wicked, a little too pleased with himself.

“I’m not a psych major for nothing.”

Gemini lifted his hands, fingertips brushing casually, almost innocently—along Fourth’s thighs where he straddled him.

Gemini smiled like he’d just checkmated him on the first move. 

“Come on,” he purred, voicing a low invitation. “If you’re not mad… then kiss me.”

He tilted his head, letting his thumbs circle idle patterns on Fourth’s thighs—too innocent to be innocent at all. Gemini watched Fourth’s eyes shift from its calmness, turning dark, pupils dilating from the way he looked at him, as his throat bobbed from a gulp.

“Sir, I'm waiting…” Gemini whispered when Fourth didn’t respond. His voice was sultry, smooth like honey dripping on his tongue. His eyes stayed piercing through Fourth as he prompted himself to his elbows. 

Gemini raised one brow, clearly mocking. “What? Cat got your tongue?” he teased. 

Fourth clicked his tongue, “Don’t call me that.” He replied, voice tight though it didn’t sound angry either.

Gemini leaned in close, until their faces were barely inches away. Fourth almost stopped blinking, his brain fuzzy and his body fully aware of what is happening—about to happen. Gemini brushes his pointy nose to Fourth’s while smiling through it.

“Awwe… why? Does it make you want me more?” 

Finally, Fourth shuts his eyes, hands gripping Gemini’s shoulders tight. What a menace. At this very moment, he knew he was being obvious. And Gemini could see it; how vulnerable he’d become. How devastatingly true that Gemini had him wrapped around his finger. Gemini knew everything all too well.

“It’s okay to want me, Fourth.” Gemini whispered, making it impossible for Fourth to breathe normally. 

His words made Fourth’s eyes open, conflicted—burning, and asking, but dark all together.

“And it’s not my fault I want you as bad.” 

Those—words were like magic to Fourth. Knowing Gemini wanted him the same way, it gave him the reassurance he didn’t know he needed, bringing a surge of electricity to his veins, like a boost of oxytocin, euphoric and addicting.

Fourth surged forward, toppling down Gemini to the mattress, hovering above him. He had no hesitation, nor restraint left to save him. He caught Gemini’s mouth in a kiss that stole the air right out of him, Gemini let out a small, startled gasp before smiling against his lips.

He won him over. Long before he admitted it to himself. Because—who wouldn’t? When Gemini knew exactly which buttons to push? Knew which defenses to crumble, or where to touch him until gave in.

Gemini hummed, pleased, when Fourth deepened the kiss, making it sloppy, hungry, and messy enough that their spit mixed warm between their mouths. Fourth bit down on Gemini’s lower lip, tugging it gently before sealing his mouth over it and chomping on its softness.

“Hmm… easy—sir,” Gemini moaned into him, amusement curling up his spine as he felt the heat radiating from Fourth’s skin.

He’s turned warmer, a warmth too telling, that Fourth was very, very aroused.

The professor’s mouth slipped away from his lips, tracing down the edge of Gemini’s jaw. He left wet patches of lingering kisses, almost worshipful—before moving to his ear. Without warning, he bit down on the cartilage, Gemini jolted and squirmed at the sting.

His mouth traveled down slowly, tracing the line where Gemini’s jaw met his neck. Each kiss grew hotter than the last, Fourth’s breaths turning uneven as he lost control inch by inch.

When he reached Gemini’s throat, Gemini tilted his head back instinctively—inviting, offering more without a shred of hesitation. He shuddered when Fourth’s tongue glided over the rise of his Adam’s apple, a soft, deliberate drag, before Fourth latched onto the skin just beside it.

“Ahh—” Gemini moaned, a sharp mix of sting and pleasure flooding his senses as Fourth’s teeth sank in. His hands flew to Fourth’s shoulders, gripping tight while Fourth worked his mouth over him until the skin warmed into a deep, purplish bloom.

Fourth shifted lower, finding a fresh spot where Gemini’s pulse throbbed under thin skin. He brushed a light, kitten-soft lick over it, then bit down and sucked again. Gemini’s fingers threaded into Fourth’s short locks, tugging helplessly.

“Shit—Fourth…” he breathed, eyes shut, voice cracking along the edges.

“Hurts?” Fourth asked, breathing the word against his neck.

Gemini let out a shaky laugh, fingers tightening in Fourth’s hair. “Nah. If it hurts, I'll push you away.” His voice wavered, hinting just how undone he was.

“But this?” Gemini’s eyes fluttered, lips parting as Fourth’s teeth grazed his skin again. “…this I like.”

His lips remained glued on Gemini’s throat, greedy and slow, as if he wanted to memorize every point that made Gemini gasp. He dragged his tongue along the new bruise, tasting the heat blooming under the skin, then pressed another kiss just below it.

Gemini’s breath started stuttering. His back arched slightly off the mattress, offering himself without thinking.

Fourth’s hand slid up his side, fingers firm and warm, settling just beneath his ribs. “You love this a little too much,” he murmured, voice rough from kissing.

Gemini huffed a breathless laugh, “That—” he gasped when Fourth’s teeth brushed lower on his neck, “—is not my fault.”

Fourth hummed low against his neck, the vibration sinking straight through Gemini’s spine and stealing a quiet gasp from him.

His hands moved next—sliding down to the hem of Gemini’s shirt before slipping beneath with a glide.

His palms splayed warm on bare skin. Fourth’s fingers traced the faint lines of Gemini’s abdomen, following every dip and contour, mapping him with his touch. 

Fourth’s hands roamed higher, heavy on his chest, thumbs stroking slow circles that Gemini can’t help but to chase.

When Fourth’s fingers grazed his nipples lightly, Gemini’s hands flew on the sheets, fingers curling and fisting on the covers. Fourth rolls his left nub with his index finger and thumb, earning him a quiet hiss.

“Fourth…” Gemini whispered, voice thin from heat.

Fourth hummed again, mouth still at his neck.

Gemini swallowed, reaching up to tug lightly at Fourth’s wrist—to get his attention.

“Remove it…” he breathed, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.

Fourth paused, then he detached from Gemini’s neck to look at him. 

Gemini looked up at him through his lashes, voice dropping to a simmering plea. “My shirt. Take it off.”

Fourth didn’t move at first, just stared down at Gemini, chest rising and falling too fast, pupils blown wide like he’d been pushed past a line he didn’t realize he’d crossed.

Then his jaw flexed.

Without a word, Fourth sat up on his knees, hands sliding under Gemini’s shirt again—firmer this time, fingers splayed across his ribs as he pushed the fabric upward in one slow, decisive sweep.

Gemini lifted his arms obediently, breath catching when Fourth’s knuckles skimmed his skin.

The shirt was gone the next second—tugged over his head, tossed somewhere behind Fourth without care.

Fourth’s eyes dropped instantly to Gemini’s bare torso, drinking him in with a hunger he could no longer hide. Gemini smirked up at him, already amused with how undone he looked.

“There,” Fourth muttered, voice low and rough.

His thumb dragged once, slowly, down the center of Gemini’s chest.

“Happy now?”

“Very.” 

Fourth huffed a breath—half exasperation, half something he didn’t bother naming. “Okay. Let’s get back to work.”

Before Gemini could ask what that meant, Fourth’s hands pressed against his shoulders and pushed him back onto the mattress.

“Ahh—!” Gemini yelped, startled, a laugh slipping out, melting instantly into breathy giggles when Fourth’s mouth landed on his chest, kissing everywhere in quick, fluttery bursts.

“F-Fourth! That tickles—” he squeaked, laughing, and trying to squirm away.

Fourth didn’t let him get away. If anything, the more Gemini wriggled, he chased insistently. The little retreats Gemini made were followed with kisses on his chest, on his shoulders, neck, jaw—anywhere Fourth’s mouth could reach.

The tiny giggling sounds Gemini made was uncontrollable, the sound echoing in the dimmed room, warm and light. Fourth’s hair was ticklish against Gemini’s chin when he tried to fit his head deeper into his neck. 

“Fourth! Enough—please, I can’t breathe anymore!” Gemini surrendered, laughing and catching his breath in between. He tried so hard not to kick Fourth, not gonna lie.

His reaction was endearing, every time Gemini squirmed, Fourth grinned wider, chuckling while teasing him nonstop. They’ve fallen comfortably; Gemini twisting, Fourth pinning him down so he can’t fight—it was playful and intimate and strangely domestic. 

One second, they were playing—the next, Fourth’s kisses didn’t stay innocent for long. The movements slowed. The next kisses lingered—shifting to soft bites. 

Gemini’s laughter caught in his throat, turning into a shaky inhale, the playful tickle had bloomed into something hot, something that felt good. Lips pressing down longer, warmer, deeper. The fluttery kisses became slow drags of his mouth, little nips that sank heat straight into Gemini’s skin.

Fourth looked at Gemini through his lashes, with a devilish smile painted on his lips. Then, his tongue swiped once across Gemini’s right nipple. When Gemini gasped, he did it again, flattening his tongue a little more.

His lips sealed around the bud, tongue swirling on it lazily, once, twice, sucking on it, then let it go with a wet pop. He moved to the other, giving the neglected one the same torturous attention.

Then Fourth’s teeth grazed the bud, with enough pressure to spark pain and pleasure at once.

“Ugh—f–fuck—” Gemini gasped, hand flying up to slap over his own mouth, trying to smother the sounds ripping out of him. His body twisted under Fourth’s weight, back arching, thighs shifting.

Fourth paused for a second, “Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” he murmured, voice low against his skin.

He caught Gemini’s wrist, gently prying his hand away from his lips. “I wanna hear you…”

Fourth pinned Gemini’s wrist to the mattress, on his sides, while his mouth descended again, hot and hungry, utterly claiming.

He dragged his lips lower, grazing down the center of Gemini’s chest, stealing every shallow breath he could.

Every time Gemini gasped, Fourth’s mouth lingered… like he wanted to learn by hearing. Gemini trembled when Fourth’s nose brushed the dip of his sternum.

“Fourth…” he breathed, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.

Fourth only hummed low, vibrating right against Gemini’s skin—before kissing down his torso, marking his own pathways.

“Keep making those noises,” Fourth murmured without looking up, his lips brushing the edge of Gemini’s abdomen. “I’m not stopping until I hear every single one.”

Gemini exhaled shakily, stomach tightening under Fourth’s mouth. “God… you’re a freak,” he whispered.

Fourth smirked against his skin. “Look who’s talking.”

Gemini’s back arched the moment Fourth’s mouth brushed dangerously close to the waistband of his soft pajamas.

“Fuck—Fourth…” he gasped out, trying to even out his breathing.

Fourth dipped his head further, lower, nose nudging the soft fabric, inhaling Gemini’s scent as one of his forbidden desires. His hands tightened on Gemini’s wrists a fraction, as though restraining himself was getting impossible.

Gemini felt all of it.

The tension.

The unraveling.

And he smiled, even through his ragged breathing.

“You’re so gone, Attorney.” Gemini teased, voice trembling.

“Fourth!” he yelped. He didn’t expect Fourth to bite—right above the waistband, sharp enough to make him jerk.

Fourth finally lifted his head—eyes dark, half-lidded, flushed cheeks, sweat starting above his brow. He looked ruined and hot and undone, and Gemini was drunk in the sight of it.

“You don’t need this anymore,” Fourth muttered, voice rough as gravel, tugging lightly at the waistband with two fingers.

Gemini swallowed, pulse thundering. But, “Say please,” he whispered, smirking even as his legs trembled beneath Fourth’s hold.

Fourth leaned in, lips brushing the skin just above Gemini’s hipbone.

“Gem…” he warned, breathing hot and shaky, “don’t push me right now.”

Gemini lips curled, his eyes glinting, too pleased testing the limits. “I’m not pushing,” 

“I’m waiting, see?” Gemini’s voice was false innocence, pointing at himself as if telling Fourth it's a matter of fact.

Gemini waited, Fourth lifted his head, glared at him brattily, swore he wanted to roll his eyes.

“Remove them yourself,” Gemini challenged, eyes glinting with mischief. “Since you want it so bad.”

Fourth held his gaze for one long, heavy second. Then, let go of Gemini’s wrists. Gemini opened his mouth—probably to say something smug again. 

But Fourth grabbed him hard, one hand hooked behind his knee and the other on his waist. He stepped off the bed and pulled Gemini with him, yanked him down to his hips hanging right at the edge of the bed.

Gemini, unexpectant, grabbed into something he could hold onto, a cackle escaped his lips, dissolving as fast. 

He didn’t even have time to adjust, Fourth’s hands slid down, palms wide—coasting over Gemini’s sides, gliding over the soft skin of his hips, his thumbs hooked under the waistband.

“Lift your hips,” he said, voice sinking into a low, dangerous murmur.

And Gemini did obediently, Fourth dragged the fabric down slowly at first, over Gemini’s hips, over the curve of his ass—then impatiently, tugged them down decisively, the soft linen pooled uselessly around one ankle before Fourth kicked it away. 

Gemini sucked in a breath. The scene unfolding in front of his eyes made him bite his bottom lip hard—just to stop himself from moaning with how disoriented his sexy professor looked.

Fourth glanced up, jaw clenched, eyes holding back a storm.

“Good boy…” he whispered, mocking his words from their first time, fingers tracing the newly exposed skin. 

Before Gemini could utter any sly comment, Fourth shoved his shoulder, commanding him to slide backward onto the bed, his elbows scrambled for purchase as he chuckled. 

He wanted to protest, but all he could do was to anchor himself with his palms, pressed into the sheets as he crawled back steadily. Fourth followed, closing the distance as he leaned, crawling up after him. He cornered Gemini until his head hit the pillow.

Fourth was right there with him; hovering over him, one hand braced near his head, the other still warm on his shoulder like a silent command to stay put. 

“Don’t think you’re getting away from me.” Fourth muttered, taunting.

Gemini was hard—painfully so—and the thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to hide it, the wet patch spreading through the thin fabric of his boxers was downright obscene.

Fourth glanced in the heat radiating in between his legs. Gemini’s gaze followed, “Why’d you stop? Too pretty for you?” he teased, voice dipped in mock innocence.

Gemini laughed softly, tilting his head like he was doing Fourth a favor by lying there. “Oh, come on. Don’t look at it like that,” he said, grin widening. “It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it.”

Fourth exhaled sharply and shifted his position, lifting himself off Gemini’s hips. He moved sideways, settling beside him instead—one knee braced in the mattress near Gemini’s ribs, his body angled close, heat still pressed into Gemini’s side even though he was no longer on top.

“You never stop talking,” Fourth growled under his breath, pressing his palm flat against Gemini’s chest.

His hand dragged slowly—too slowly, across his pecs, fingers spreading, mapping, claiming. The touch wasn’t gentle; it was rather purposeful.

Gemini’s smirk deepened, eyes half-lidded as he watched Fourth’s hand move over him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t shy away, he welcomed every possessive touch, chest lifting subtly into the glide of Fourth’s palm.

Fourth let his fingers skim over Gemini’s already sensitive nipples, barely a brush, making Gemini’s mouth fall open on a sharp inhale before—

“Ouch!” Gemini yelped.

“That’s what you get, bastard,” Fourth shot back, half laughing as he twisted and tugged the swollen bud between his fingers.

Gemini immediately clamped both hands over his chest, rubbing at the sting.

He pouted, sulky and dramatic. “I swear to god, I’m suing.”

“Go on,” Fourth replied, amused. “I’ll defend myself in court.”

Gemini didn’t even bother with a comeback.

He suddenly grabbed Fourth’s shoulders and pinned him to the mattress, straddling him this time, locking him in place beneath him.

His brows furrowed—fake anger, real heat simmering underneath.

“The night’s not getting any younger,” he said, voice low. “You’ve dragged this out too long.”

Before Fourth could say anything, Gemini leaned down and crashed their lips together.

It wasn’t soft. It never was.

Their mouths collided in a hot, hungry mess—Gemini’s tongue pushing past Fourth’s lips immediately, claiming space, claiming him. Fourth met him head-on, refusing to yield, their tongues clashing like a challenge neither of them intended to lose.

The kiss turned wild, desperate, a battle and a surrender all at once—breath stolen, spit shared, the room spinning around the heat of their mouths.

But just as Gemini deepened the kiss, Fourth’s hands slid from his hips to his waist and in one abrupt, fluid motion, he flipped them.

Gemini hit the mattress with a soft thud, eyes wide but shining with excitement as Fourth caged him in, one hand braced beside his head, the other gripping his jaw.

“Cute,” Fourth murmured, breathing hot against his lips, “that you think you’re running this.”

Gemini’s smirk spread slowly. Fourth leaned closer, voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper—

“Tonight isn’t yours to lead.”

His thumb dragged over Gemini’s lower lip.

“It’s mine.”

Gemini exhaled shakily—aroused, amused, absolutely delighted.

His hand slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of Gemini’s boxers as he shifted lower, dragging his body down along Gemini’s.

Fourth settled between Gemini’s spread thighs, knees sinking into the mattress, his face level with the thin fabric straining against Gemini’s arousal.

Gemini’s pulse jumped; Fourth felt it in the way his legs tensed under his palms. His head snapped up, eyes locking onto Gemini’s with an expression that was half-wild, half-delighted.

“Nervous, are we?” he scoffed, lips curling into a slow, wicked smile.

Fourth tugged his boxers down, dragging the fabric past Gemini’s hips, then lower, letting it catch on the curve of his thighs before finally sliding it off completely.

“Oh, please…” his thighs parted a little wider—

“I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”

Gemini shivered a little at the sudden exposure, but heat crawled up his neck, the grin on his lips never wavered.

Fourth sat back on his heels for a moment, gaze dark and unguarded as it took every inch of him.

“Fuck…” he exhaled under his breath, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Gemini’s smirk sharpened. “Not so nervous now, are you?”

And what Fourth envied the most—what drove him insane is when someone defies him.

He wrapped his hand around Gemini’s monstrous length, not stroking, not moving, just tightening his grip enough to make Gemini’s breath hitch. 

Then Fourth lifted his eyes. He caught Gemini right in the act—his tongue barely peeking out, dragging across his lower lip as if he couldn’t help himself.

Fourth chuckled but his stare darkened.

“There he goes,” he said softly, squeezing tight again to make Gemini twitch. “My pretty boy can’t even hide it.”

Fourth stroked Gemini twice slowly, pulling a sharp hiss from the boy’s throat as beads of precum oozed out the tiny slit, spilling over his fingers.

He adjusted lower, settling between Gemini’s thighs, lining himself up until his mouth hovered inches from where Gemini ached for him.

Without warning, Fourth dragged his tongue in a thick, slow stripe from the underside of the head all the way to the leaking tip.

Gemini choked on a moan at the first wet touch. Meanwhile, Fourth didn’t rush. He took his time, wrapping his lips around the head, taking him into the heat of his mouth, hand firm at the base, holding him steady.

His tongue swept lazily over the slit, lapping up every drop, savoring the taste before swirling his tongue again unhurriedly. He went deeper, taking half of the length in his mouth and bobbed his head once—twice—then let it go with a wet pop. 

Fourth glanced up at him through his lashes, lips already swollen and glossy.

Gemini was biting his bottom lip, chest rising too fast, eyes dark and locked on the man between his thighs.

Their gazes caught, held. Something hot twisted low in Fourth’s stomach.

Without breaking eye contact, Fourth let his tongue slip past his lips, with gathered spit, letting it drip onto the flushed tip of Gemini’s cock. The strand of saliva fell slow, obscene, sliding down his tongue and landing on the swollen head.

Gemini’s breath caught, as much as he wanted to blink, he couldn’t. Something was stuck in his throat making it hard to swallow. His fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles paling as Fourth’s mouth followed the trail of spit, sealing around him again with a heat that made Gemini a little dizzy.

“Fuck…” Gemini muttered, the word dragged out of him.

His hands slid into his hair, threading through the soft strands as his head tipped back in surrender. His fingers tightened, pushing his own hair out of his face before he forced his gaze down again, because—he had to watch.

And what he saw made his breath stutter all over again.

Fourth looked at him with discerning eyes, reading every inch of his desires. He bobbed his head slowly, hand pumping half of the length he couldn’t fit into his mouth. 

Little by little, he took Gemini’s aching cock deeper, drool frothing on the side of his mouth, dripping down his chin gradually whenever Gemini’s dick slid back inside his mouth.

The squelch was downright indecent. The sticky, slurping, kind of wet noise that made the room feel hotter with every pulse. 

And Gemini was no better; the sound rang in his ears, made worse by Fourth’s muffled moans vibrating around him, each one sending another wave of heat flooding through his body.

Gemini didn’t even know where to put his hands, his fingers twitched uselessly in the air, torn between crumpling the sheets, balling them into fists, or reaching for Fourth. His breath stuttered, body arching, but he hovered there, overwhelmed, unable to choose.

Fourth wasn’t oblivious, without breaking rhythm, he slid one hand up Gemini’s thigh, then higher, until he caught Gemini’s wrist. 

Their eyes locked on each other, Fourth’s were dark, intent, commanding and he guided Gemini’s hand to the back of his own head.

He pressed his hand there, like a wordless demand to push him deeper. 

Gemini groaned, fingers threading into his hair on instinct. “Jesus…” he breathed, tightening his grip, giving Fourth exactly what he wanted.

Fourth leaned in the pressure of his hand, showing just how far he could go for him. The tip of Gemini’s cock hit his throat and he gagged. Gemini was startled at first, but Fourth continued doing it again and again, until he was a gagging mess. 

This time, he used both hands, twisting every so often as it followed the rhythm of his mouth. The hunger in his eyes reflected his intention—unrestrained, lustful, full of promise; all at once. 

“Fourth—fuck,” Gemini moaned, “I’m sorry—Ahh—but, fuck—you’re mouth feels so good.”

His body moved before he could think, he pushed his hips upward, helplessly, as if he couldn’t hold back. Hitting Fourth’s throat deeper in sync with the pressure when he forced his head down on him.

And Fourth—he took all of it. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes before sliding down his cheeks, his throat tight, his breath stuttering. Gemini was overwhelming in every sense, heavy, demanding, consuming; but that’s just how he likes him to be.

He loved the way Gemini came apart because of him, loved the raw, unfiltered need in the boy’s body, loved how completely Gemini surrendered to the pleasure he drew out of him. It wasn’t humiliation to Fourth—it was power, devotion, and desire tangled.

Fourth slowed his pace for a second, then switched up, slowed, and up again. His neck was already straining, but he couldn’t care less. He bobbed his head again and again like a man on a mission. 

Gemini felt the heat pooling below his stomach, “Ugh—I’m cumming—” he said. 

With his warning, Fourth let go of his cock, replacing the heat of his mouth with both his hands. He pumped them at a medium pace, making sure that his fingers passed through every nerve of Gemini’s cock. 

“Nghhh—Ahh, yeah—” Gemini moaned when Fourth twisted his hands on the head. 

Gemini’s lower abdomen tightened, he bit his lips—which might be a swollen bruise by tomorrow. His toes curled, hips thrusting into Fourth’s hand, nearing the edge. 

Fourth descended his face, mouth opening, he slipped his tongue out waiting obediently for his price. Then, Gemini suddenly grabbed his hair, yanking him close. The next second, Fourth felt hot ropes of liquid shooting into his mouth, he bobbed his head on the tip slightly, milking out Gemini’s orgasm. 

A sigh, satisfied, and exhausted. “Come here,” Gemini said, reaching out.

Fourth moved without hesitation, sliding up beside him, eyes soft and obedient in a way only one person was allowed to see.

Gemini leaned in, ready to kiss him, but Fourth jerked back with a muffled, “Hmm!”

He pointed insistently at his own mouth.

Gemini blinked. “What now—?”

And then realization hit him.

“Oh my god. Go spit it out.” Gemini groaned, wiping a hand down his face.

But of course Fourth, who’d finally snapped and embraced the chaos, chose violence instead.

He tilted his head back slightly, lips parting—showing Gemini exactly why he couldn’t kiss him yet, the thick white bodily fluid pooled inside his mouth.

Gemini’s eyes went wide. “What the f—Fourth!”

“That’s it,” Gemini said, exasperated, laughing and horrified. “Just go. Rinse. Spit. Do something.”

Fourth met his eyes… and instead of moving, he simply closed his mouth with a defiant little press of his lips. His throat moved—with two faint gulping sounds. Fourth ingested it, and Gemini blinked at him.

“…Are you serious right now?”

Fourth wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, expression smug. “You said I'm a goner,” he murmured. “Might as well prove you right.”

“Freak,” Gemini snorted, amusement flickering across his face at Fourth’s boldness. He scrambled across the mattress, trying to get on his back. “I’m gonna have the best slumber,” he muttered more to himself than to Fourth.

Fourth raised a brow, then clicked his tongue. With a swift motion, he twisted Gemini, rolling him onto his side, and nibbled at his ear. 

“Who said we’re done, pretty?” he whispered, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Gemini shivered, a flush spreading across his body, before glancing at his shoulders. “Sure… five minutes. I’ll give you a head,” he murmured, teasing but cautious.

Fourth’s hand slid down to rest on Gemini’s waist, fingers brushing the tip before trailing lower, settling on the curve of one cheek. 

“Didn’t say I want a head, though,” Fourth breathed into Gemini’s ear, low and possessive, giving the cheek a firm, teasing squeeze.

“Mhmm…” Gemini couldn’t help the moan that slipped past him, soft and desperate. 

Fourth’s hand rounded his supple cheek, fingers pressing insistently, while his lips glued to Gemini’s shoulder, planting light, teasing kisses.

Before he continued, Fourth detached himself, standing over the bed. His eyes lingered on Gemini, dark and heated. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing taut, muscled lines beneath. His hands hooked to his pants and his boxers next, stripping himself down completely, naked, before crawling back onto the mattress behind Gemini.

The heat between them thickened immediately, heavy, charged, impossibly magnetic. 

Fourth’s hands moved with purpose, sliding over Gemini’s sides and chest, grazing the tips of his perky nipples, across his throat, until it reached his lips. His thumb swiped slowly along the corner of Gemini’s mouth before slipping inside, pressing against his tongue. Gemini’s mouth welcomed the intrusion, and Fourth tested the warm, wet muscle with deliberate slowness.

“Open for me,” Fourth murmured, voice low and rough. He replaced his thumb with his index and ring fingers, sliding them into Gemini’s mouth. “Suck them. Don’t stop.”

Gemini’s eyes fluttered as he obeyed, lips closing around the fingers, bobbing his head slightly.

“Ah…” Gemini moaned around them, muffled but desperate.

Fourth did nothing but pushed deeper, until his fingers brushed the back of Gemini’s throat. Gemini gagged lightly but instinctively swallowed around them, cheeks hollowing as he took every inch, tongue swirling around Fourth’s fingers as instructed.

“Good… get them nice and wet,” Fourth commanded, voice sharp with need. He pressed further, fingertips sliding, hitting the back of Gemini’s throat.

“Mmph—” Gemini choked, a mix of moan and gag, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he obediently kept his mouth sealed around Fourth’s fingers, sucking his cheeks, trembling slightly but letting Fourth take full control.

Fourth pulled his fingers from Gemini’s mouth slowly, letting the slick residue trail along his lips, teasingly. Gemini whimpered at the loss, desperate for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” Fourth rasped, leaning closer so his chest pressed firmly against Gemini’s back. But it wasn’t just his chest—

Fourth’s already hardened cock rested against the curve of Gemini’s ass, hot and heavy, teasing him through the slick of their previous play.

Gemini could feel the heat, the sticky trace of fluid smearing along his cheeks. His body reacted on instinct, clenching without thinking, thighs tightening. 

He twisted slightly, trying to look back at Fourth, but the angle made it impossible to see, and yet he could feel him—pulsating, and the intentional pressure. 

Fourth’s low chuckle rumbled against Gemini’s back, vibrating through his spine. He pressed even closer, letting the weight of his chest and the hardness of his cock settle against Gemini’s ass.

“What’s that you say? You make me hard?” Fourth murmured, voice thick with amusement and want. 

His fingers traced lightly over the slick trail he’d left behind, brushing the curve of Gemini’s cheek. Then, Fourth’s hand wrapped around his own cock, pressing it gently against Gemini’s ass, letting him feel every inch of his hardness, rubbing, making a mess out of it.

Gemini couldn’t help it—his hips jerked, shifting against Fourth’s hand, squirming as the pressure of Fourth’s cock rubbing against him.

He realized, with both thrill and exasperation, that he was the one being made to feel just how hard Fourth had gotten—how much Fourth wanted him, right here, right now.

Fourth’s hand gripped gently, possessively, thumbs brushing over Gemini’s hips, guiding the heat closer, teasing, claiming, letting Gemini feel the full weight of his arousal pressing insistently against him.

“Feel that?” Fourth whispered in Gemini’s ear, low and teasing. “All for you… all because of you.”

Gemini shivered, a soft whimper escaping. “Hmm, is that a confession?” he breathed, but this time he wasn’t plain teasing, rather entirely awed, helplessly delighted even.

Fourth’s breath curled against his ear, warm and knowing. “Do you want it to?” he murmured quietly.

Gemini froze.

For a heartbeat, everything in him stalled—the air in his lungs, the flutter in his stomach, the heat low in his belly. Slowly, he turned onto his back, eyes wide, staring up at Fourth like he’d just been hit with something he wasn’t prepared for.

“Huh?” he managed, the word small, almost startled—shock flickering openly across his face at how boldly Fourth threw it back at him.

Fourth didn’t answer.

He just stared at Gemini hungrily, knowing, a little cruel—like Gemini had already said yes without realizing it. Like that tiny freeze, that broken breath, was all the permission he needed.

Then Fourth grabbed him by the jaw and kissed him.

Not tentative, nor soft, but claiming. His mouth crashed against Gemini’s in a way that stole sound, air, thought—like he wanted to take every bit of Gemini’s breath for himself.

Gemini gasped, the noise punched out of him, arms looping around Fourth’s neck as if holding on would help him survive the kiss.

Fourth didn’t let him breathe. His grip tightened on Gemini’s jaw, angling him up, holding him exactly where he wanted him as his mouth moved—slow only in the way a predator circles before biting down. His tongue teased, pushed, and owned.

Gemini’s shocked little sound broke into a helpless hum, his body going pliant beneath the weight of Fourth’s mouth, the kiss dragging deeper, rougher. And if Fourth meant to ruin him this way, he would be glad.

Fourth claimed his place again, hovering over him like he belonged there—like Gemini was something he was meant to touch, claim, ruin. He broke the kiss only to place another on Gemini’s right cheek… then the tip of his nose… then his left cheek.

Soft, deliberate pecks trailed down the line of Gemini’s jaw, down his neck, over and over, as if he could kiss ownership into his skin.

Then he mirrored the path on the other side, his mouth greedy and tender at once, mapping out what’s his.

And Gemini was his. Fourth’s kisses made him believe that with absolute certainty.

He moved lower, to Gemini’s chest, tongue dragging over one nipple before he closed his lips around it, sucking until Gemini trembled. His hand roamed the other side of Gemini’s chest, thumbs brushing sensitive skin, something he’d earned the right to touch.

Gemini’s hands threaded through his hair as Fourth traveled; down the hard plane of his torso, the dip of each muscle, the cut of his hips. Fourth didn’t leave a single inch untouched.

“Fourth—ugh…” Gemini gasped when Fourth reached his belly button, thrusting his tongue into it. His back arched, but Fourth’s grip on his hips kept him grounded, trapped in place.

The kisses were so overwhelming—so tender yet scorching, so consuming it’s impossible to stay sane.

Fourth glanced up through his lashes, pupils blown as he moved lower. He kissed the inside of Gemini’s knees, then the tops of his thighs, then the tender, heated insides. 

He hooked his arms under Gemini’s knees, lifting and spreading him even wider, holding him open with practiced ease.

“You’re mine,” Fourth murmured against his thigh reverently. 

He kissed higher, breath trembling. “You hear me?”

Another kiss. 

“This—” his mouth closed around flesh, teeth scraping Gemini’s inner thighs, “this is mine.”

He bit down, sucking until the skin flushed red.

“And you’ll feel me on you tomorrow… and the next day… and the day after that… because I don’t share what’s mine.”

Gemini shuddered violently, fingers clutching the sheets.

Fourth moved to the other thigh, biting harder. Gemini jolted, the sound that escaped him ragged, a mix of pain and pleasure. Fourth soothed the mark with a slow, sinful stroke of his tongue, humming low.

“Every inch of you,” Fourth whispered, lips brushing skin as he spoke, “belongs to me.”

Another kiss—wet and possessive.

“All of this…” He groped Gemini’s thigh, squeezing hard, claiming. “I’m taking it.”

Another bite.

“And you’re going to remember exactly who you belong to.”

Gemini was writhing now, breath broken, mind gone—overwhelmed, helpless, ruined.

It was almost too much but always not enough. Because being consumed, marked, possessed like this—it was everything.

Fourth gripped both his thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided them open, wider. Gemini’s breath hitched from how he suddenly felt exposed. The heat crawled up his chest, neck, and face unwelcomed. 

“Fuck…” Gemini cursed. 

The gaze Fourth gave him—was hungry, with obvious admiration. He descended his head slowly, while the anticipation churned in Gemini’s stomach. His breath ghosted over Gemini’s inner thighs as he moved toward his center decisively.

Then Fourth reached him.

Gemini’s cock was flushed a furious shade of red, swollen and slick. The head throbbed, twitching with every beat of his heart, precum already pooling at the tip in desperate, glistening pearls of precum as if he didn’t come undone at all. 

“You just came, but your cock is about to burst again…” 

Fourth’s tongue flicked out first, ghosting over the slick tip of Gemini’s cock, teasing the swollen head with slow laps.

“Ahh… fuck…” Gemini gasped, hips jerking reflexively.

Fourth hummed low in his throat, savoring the sound, then swirled his tongue, tasting every bead of precum, letting his lips press and suck just long enough to make Gemini shiver.

“Ughhh… ahh—Fourth…” Gemini moaned, voice shaky, barely coherent.

“You taste… so good, so sweet,” Fourth murmured, his voice rough, possessive. “All for me…”

He slid a hand down Gemini’s thigh, hooking his ankle, then the other, gently but firmly pressing them to fold him up onto his knees, thighs trembling, hips raised.

“Mmhh… ugh” Gemini whimpered, chest rising and falling fast, completely exposed, vulnerable.

Fourth’s eyes flicked to the heat glistening between Gemini’s cheeks, to the tight curve of his hole now laid bare, clenching and unclenching over nothing.

“You’re mine,” Fourth whispered, leaning closer, letting his tongue trace a slow, cruel path along the crease and perineum before teasing the rim with a wicked swipe.

“Ahh—ugh…Fourth!” Gemini shuddered, back arching involuntarily, the mixture of fear, thrill, and lust consuming him as Fourth had him under his mercy.

He flicked his tongue over Gemini’s hole, circling it, pressing the tip of his tongue but not quiet pushing. Gemini let out a strangled whimper, chest heaving, hands fumbling over the mattress. 

“Uhh—yeah… Fourth—” Gemini breathed, teetering on the edge.

“Such a filthy little thing,” Fourth murmured, pressing more insistently, licking, “You’re mine… every part of you. Mine to fuck, mine to taste…”

“Ughhh… yes… ohh… ohhh, god—” Gemini gasped, moans spilling over, helpless under Fourth’s calculated, filthy worship.

Gemini’s back lifted from the mattress, thrashing as Fourth’s mouth worked him relentlessly. Fourth plunged his tongue, in and out his entrance, buried deeper than the last, reaching the bundle of nerves inside.

Gemini fisted the sheets, nails digging in, sweat droplets trickled down his forehead, but his hips kept bucking involuntarily, and chasing the pleasure Fourth was doling out so cruelly.

“Fuck… so good… Fourth—ahh” Gemini moaned, high and needy, voice breaking with every thrust of Fourth’s tongue.

Fourth hummed, low and satisfied, gripping Gemini’s thighs tightly. He deepened his assault, tongue plunging with precision. The room was filled with wet, desperate sounds; the squelch and slurps of Fourth’s mouth, Gemini’s gasps and cries, the low growls Fourth couldn’t hold back.

Fourth’s tongue didn’t stop but pressed deeper, curling inside Gemini’s wet sticky heat, teasing the sensitive walls with his tongue. Making Gemini’s thighs quiver.

His body shook even more when he felt Fourth sticking a finger with his tongue, pressing at the entrance before pushing inside in sync with his tongue. 

Gemini gasped. “Ahhh—fuck… oh, Fourth…” he whined, high-pitched, caught between pleasure and the sharp sting of overstimulation.

“God… you’re tight,” Fourth rasped, low and rough, adding another finger pumping slowly while his tongue continued its relentless mission. 

His free hand slid up Gemini’s abs, to his perky nipples, ever so intentionally overwhelming him with multiple pleasure. 

Fourth pinched Gemini’s nipples, fingers rolling and flicking them with gentle pressure, he teased to tiny buds while simultaneously abusing Gemini’s rim with his tongue and fingers. 

He angled his fingers inside Gemini—reaching for the golden spot. It took a few flicks of his tongue, and his fingers before Gemini jolted. An obvious evidence he is hitting the right spot. 

Gemini’s moans grew wetter, more desperate. “Yes… oh, fuck—right there… ahh—don’t stop…” 

He bucked against Fourth’s fingers and mouth, gasping, shivering, dizzy with the doubled—tripled pleasure Fourth gave him.

Gemini’s breath was unsteady, his hands went everywhere, curling into the sheets, grabbing Fourth, running through his hair—he didn’t know what to hold into at this point. He’s not thinking straight anymore.

His body trembled under the weight of everything Fourth was doing to him. The words on his tongue broke apart before they even formed, coming out as shaky, or pleading, or babbling incoherent words. He was a mess.

With the slightest strength, “Fourth…” he gasped.

“Please—come here, I need to hold you.”

His back arched, his eyes glassy, unfocused, completely wrecked.

“I can’t—” another breath, another tremor, “I can’t take it anymore… I want you. I want all of you. Please.”

“Fuck me al—Ahh—already, please, come here—” His voice cracked on the last word, it sounded like almost like a prayer to end his suffering. 

He reached for Fourth blindly, hands searching, clutching at his arms, his shoulders—anything he could anchor himself to.

Fourth sucked and slurped Gemini’s rim one last, obscene time before finally pulling back. When he lifted his head and actually looked at Gemini, he swore he almost came untouched.

Gemini was sobbing—tears streaking his cheeks, lashes wet, face flushed a rosy pink. His lips were kiss-bitten and swollen, trembling as he tried to breathe.

He jolted when Fourth withdrew his fingers, his rim fluttering and puffy, clenching around nothing. The sudden emptiness hit him like a tidal wave, leaving him shaking.

“Fourth…” he called out again, broken and raw.

Fourth crawled up immediately, palms framing Gemini’s face. Seeing him like this sent a sharp, unexpected ache through his chest.

“Hmm?” he answered softly, eyes scanning him, taking in every stuttered breath, every tear.

“Fourth…” Gemini rasped, voice hoarse, eyes glassy and red at the edges. He sniffled, offering Fourth a tiny, apologetic smile that only twisted the ache deeper.

“Baby,” Fourth whispered, thumb stroking under Gemini’s eye, “I’m sorry…”

The guilt was real—he was the one who made him this beautiful mess.

Gemini blinked, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“Was it too much?” Fourth murmured, brows pinched with worry. “I’m sorry…”

“No, no—” Gemini let out a breathy laugh, realizing the misunderstanding as he wiped his own tears on his wrist. Fourth was apologizing for ruining him.

Fourth leaned down, kissing the tears as they fell. “Then why are you crying?” he asked gently.

“I’m crying because—because you’re too damn good!” Gemini choked out, laughing and sniffling at the same time.

Fourth let out a shaky exhale he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“God—I thought…” he muttered, face flushing, “…I thought I was hurting you.”

Gemini’s laugh bubbled out, warm and breathless. He looped his arms around Fourth’s neck and tugged him down for a quick kiss.

“But I am going to cry,” Gemini whispered, voice cracking, “if you don’t fuck me already.”

Fourth’s expression darkened instantly—desire, relief, and amusement all tangled into one. He bit Gemini’s lower lip, growling softly.

“Don’t worry,” he breathed against his ear, “I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life.”

Then he eased back, hands firm on Gemini’s hips as he gently turned him onto his stomach.

“On your knees, baby.”

Sweet, but unmistakably commanding.

Fourth guided him up, shifting his thighs, adjusting his hips, positioning him exactly where he wanted him. He spread Gemini’s ass, licking his lips unconsciously when he saw Gemini’s rim puckered and twitched. 

He spitted out a generous amount of saliva, spreading it with the tip of his cock carefully. Gemini’s eyes shut when he felt Fourth on his entrance, slipping a soft moan past his lips. 

The blunt, thick head of his cock nudging against Gemini’s swollen, well-opened rim. The contact alone wrung a broken gasp from Gemini’s throat.

“Fuck—Fourth…” he whined, pushing back instinctively.

Fourth grabbed his hips, steadying him. “Easy, baby,” he growled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Gemini whimpered, head hanging, voice shaking. “Please—God—just put it in.”

Gemini tried to breathe, but the anticipation alone nearly unraveled him.

Fourth pushed forward, tight heat swallowed the tip, then another inch, then another. Gemini’s whole body arched, a choked moan ripping out of him.

“Ah—ahh—Fourth…” His voice cracked, fingers clawing at the sheets. “You’re—you’re thick as fuck.”

The burn, the fullness, the deep, intrusive pressure made his lungs seize.

Fourth slid a hand up Gemini’s back, pushing him gently down until his chest grazed the sheets, hips still raised perfectly for him. He filled him deeper, spreading him open until he felt full to the point of splitting. When Fourth finally bottomed out—hips flush against Gemini’s ass.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, voice trembling. “You’re fucking perfect around me.”

Gemini’s reply was a strangled whimper, his whole body trembling violently from the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled.

Fourth kissed the back of his neck, almost tender—then slowly pulled out, just an inch. Gemini’s breath hitched sharply. 

“Move Fourth, please… please move—”

Obligingly, Fourth pushed back in, slow and heavy, claiming the space he had carved inside him. 

His cock slid in deeper on the second thrust, and Gemini’s moan tore free, broken and raw, echoing into the sheets.

Fourth gripped him harder, thumbs pressing into the dips of his hips, guiding him back into the pace.

“Feel that?” Fourth rasped into his ear. “That’s all of me inside you.”

Gemini cried out, a sound between pleasure and disbelief. “Ohh… yeah—fuck…”

Fourth’s pace stayed slow but devastating, thrust sinking into him with the weight of intention. 

Their skin slapped together softly, wet—their bodies already slick with sweat—Gemini arching further with each push, his walls clenching helplessly around Fourth’s cock.

“Mhmm—you’re taking me so well,” Fourth whispered, kissing along the slope of Gemini’s shoulder. “So warm… so tight, baby.”

Gemini’s arms gave out, collapsing onto his forearms. His hips stayed raised, guided and held in place by Fourth’s grip. His breath came in hot, wet sobs against the sheets.

“Faster please,” Gemini begged “I need you so fucking much.” 

Fourth groaned softly—a deep, possessive sound and shifted his knees, changing the angle.

Then he fastened his rhythm, he pistoned his hips that shoved Gemini forward, forcing a high, shocked cry from his throat. 

The bed frame creaked, mattress shifting under them.

Fourth thrust again, driving hard and fast. Gemini’s fingers clenched the sheets in fists, knuckles white.

Fourth leaned over him fully, chest pressed to his back, mouth pressed against the shell of Gemini’s ear as his hips met Gemini’s with sharp, claiming precision.

“I told you,” he growled, breath hot and shaking, “I’d give you the best fuck of your life.”

Fourth’s thrusts grew heavier, each one landing with a force that pushed Gemini forward on the bed. Gemini could barely hold himself up anymore, breath stuttering into the sheets. Every time Fourth drove into him, his voice broke into another desperate, helpless sound.

“Fourth—Fourth—please—” Gemini sobbed, the words spilling out without rhythm or sense, just pure need. 

His back arched beautifully, offering more, begging for more, body trembling from inside out. 

“Don’t stop—Ughhh, Fourth, fuck me—harder—”

Fourth cursed under his breath, the sound sharp and guttural. His hands clamped down on Gemini’s hips like he needed them to stay alive, his rhythm starting to falter from how tight, how hot, how impossibly willing Gemini was beneath him.

“More, please—More!” 

“Gemini, fuck—” Fourth’s voice cracked mid-thrust, almost a warning, half a confession. “If you keep begging like that—”

But Gemini didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The pleasure was too high, the intensity too much, his mind too far gone to anything but need.

“Fourth, please—fill me—fuck me—ruin me, I don’t care, just don’t stop—” Gemini cried, tears slipping down his cheeks again as his body rocked with every thrust. 

“Give me everything.”

Fourth snapped mid-thrusting, a raw broken groan tore out of his chest and he grabbed Gemini by the waist, yanking him back onto his cock with a force that made Gemini choke on his own scream. 

Fourth’s pace turned brutal, desperate—hips slamming into Gemini with unrestrained hunger, no hesitation, no restraint. 

Every thrust was a claim.

Every drag inside Gemini sounded like it pulled a sound out of Fourth he didn’t know he could make.

“Mine,” he choked out, voice shaking. “You’re mine—you’re fucking—Christ, baby—you feel so—”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. His head fell back, breath hot and ragged as his thrusts lost rhythm completely, becoming frantic, instinctive, driven by the sheer overwhelming need to be as deep inside him as possible.

Gemini pushed back with whatever strength he had left, meeting each thrust even when his thighs trembled violently. 

His voice was wrecked, every moan high and raw, every breath shaking.

“I’m yours—Fourth, I’m yours, just—don’t stop—don’t stop—please—”

Fourth groaned so deeply it vibrated through Gemini’s spine. “Gem… baby—please stop—fucking talking,”

“I’m losing it.”

“It’s ohh—okay,” Gemini slurred. “Don’t slow down. Don’t stop. I need you to lose it, I want you to—Ahh!”

Fourth’s grip tightened so hard Gemini felt his bones ache. He slammed into Gemini again, deeper than before, a brutal, dizzying thrust that drove the air from Gemini’s lungs, making his eye roll to the back of his head.

Gemini screamed.

Fourth moaned like he was falling apart.

Their bodies crashed together in a frantic, hungry rhythm; Gemini begging through sobs, Fourth unraveling with every angled thrust, their breaths tangled, their sounds feeding each other’s losing control.

“Gem, Gem, Gem—Fuck, I think i’m cumming,” Fourth gasped, voice trembling uncontrollably.

Gemini tried and failed—to steady himself on his palms, “Hmm, Ugh—Holy shit—Fourth!”

“Cum inside, don’t pull out.” 

Fourth slammed hard, harder than he thought he could ever do in his 20+ years of existence. Gemini cried, sobbing, writhing away as the overstimulation reached him. 

“Fuck—” Fourth cursed, the stream of his cum spilled inside Gemini hot and sticky, he slowed his pace but still thrusting balls deep. 

Gemini wailed next, soiling the sheets underneath. His eyes rolled, jaw slack, whimpering, completely drawn in a euphoric kind of orgasm. 

Fourth collapsed forward first, not all the way, but enough that his forehead brushed between Gemini’s shoulder blades. 

His breath came in harsh, uneven bursts, exhaling hot against Gemini’s spine. 

Gemini was shaking—tiny tremors that started in his thighs and spread all the way up, like his body hadn’t caught up to the fact that it was over.

Later on, Fourth slid down beside him immediately, an arm circling Gemini’s waist, pulling him close; he needed him there; just to breathe properly.

Gemini let out a weak laugh, half-broken, half-delighted.

“I can’t… feel anything,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

Fourth pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then to the side of his temples, grounding.

“You okay?” he murmured, thumb brushing soothing circles on Gemini’s hip.

Gemini nodded, then shook his head, then huffed into Fourth’s collarbone.

“I’m fine. Just—tired. So fucking tired.”

A quiet breath of relief left Fourth, his forehead dropping against Gemini’s temple.

“Mhmm,” he hummed delightedly. “Stay right here.”

Gemini curled into him, fingers hooking weakly onto Fourth’s chest as if holding on out of instinct.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured.

Fourth pulled him closer, protective, tender—and held him through the fading tremors until their breathing steadied.

When Gemini’s fingers loosen against his chest, his breath evening out, his body going completely slack in his arms—At first, he thought Gemini was just catching his breath, then he leaned back to look at him.

The boy was fast asleep.

Fourth froze, eyes widening just a little. “…Already?” he whispered, amused.

Gemini’s lashes rested soft against his cheeks, lips parted, exhaustion written across every relaxed line of his face. He looked so peaceful, undone—but something inside Fourth melted.

He brushed a thumb lightly over Gemini’s cheekbone, careful not to wake him, and let himself admire him openly for the first time tonight—or ever. His chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with lust.

“You’re so pretty…” he murmured under his breath.

Fourth leaned in, lips barely grazing Gemini’s temple, and whispered so softly it was almost carried away by the room’s quiet;

“I love you.”

Then he pulled the blanket over both of them, wrapped an arm around Gemini’s waist again, and held him as he slept.