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Today was like any other day. Gawin and Joss had a shoot for their upcoming series. Gawin arrived at the set early, which was unusual since Joss was typically the one who was early in everything. Perhaps the feelings Gawin had been hiding for years were finally surfacing, driving him to rush to the set just to see Joss. They hadn't worked together since their last event a month ago, and Gawin had been missing him from the bottom of his heart.

While Gawin was lost in his thoughts, Joss finally appeared. Gawin couldn’t help but smile as he spotted Joss and started walking over. Seeing how cute Gawin looked approaching him, Joss did smile back. They fell into their rhythm immediately, starting with their signature handshake.

With everything ready, the cameras began to roll. Today’s scenes were challenging for Gawin because they had an intimate scene scheduled and the script required them to share a kiss. Gawin could feel his heart racing as the director called 'Action'. He hoped his racing heart wouldn't give his secret away. They started kissing. Even though it was just for the script, it felt way too real and natural for them. Joss focused directly on Gawin's upper lip. He went for it directly, kissing him with a wild, hungry passion that left Gawin breathless. Gawin's knees went weak as he tried to keep up with Joss's intensity. When the director finally called ‘Cut,’ the spell broke, leaving Gawin breathless. His lips felt cold the moment Joss pulled away, a sudden hollowness settling in his chest. He tried to steady his breathing, but he couldn't stop the visible tremble in his hands. He didn't dare look up, afraid that Joss would see the longing still burning in his eyes. Joss didn't move. He stayed close, leaning down until his breath was a warm weight against Gawin’s ear. 'You’re still trembling, Gawin,' he whispered, his voice dropping to a low, intimate hum. 'Don't let the crew see how much that kiss affected you.' He let his fingers graze Gawin’s wrist for just a second—a touch felt like fire—before adding with a low chuckle, 'Save that energy for the next take.' With a final, lingering look, he stepped back, leaving Gawin struggling to remember how to breathe.

The set was buzzing with the crew moving equipment, but Gawin had managed to slip away to the quiet corner of the break area. He gripped a cold bottle of water, trying to use the icy plastic to numb the lingering heat on his lips. He thought he was alone until the door creaked. Joss walked in, looking far too casual for someone who had just turned Gawin’s world upside down. He didn't say anything at first; he just leaned against the counter, watching Gawin with those unreadable eyes. ​"The water won't help, Gawin," Joss said suddenly, his voice echoing in the small space.
​Gawin nearly dropped the bottle. "What do you mean?" he stammered, refusing to look up. Joss took a few steps closer, invading Gawin’s personal space just like he had on set. "You’ve been avoiding my eyes since the director called 'Cut.' Is it because of the kiss, or because you're scared of what happens when the cameras aren't rolling?" Gawin finally looked up, his breath hitching. "It was just a script Joss. We were just doing our jobs." ​Joss reached out, his thumb slowly brushing a stray drop of water from the corner of Gawin’s mouth. The touch was electric. "Then why is your heart beating so fast that I can see it through your shirt?" he whispered, leaning down until their foreheads almost touched. "Tell me, Gawin... was that 'job' really that convincing for you too?"

Before Gawin had any chance to protest, Joss closed the remaining distance with a sudden, decisive movement. Gawin’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt his back hit the cold wall of the breakroom with a sharp thud. Joss braced his arms on either side of Gawin’s head, effectively trapping him between his own body and the wall. ​"Answer me, Gawin," Joss murmured, his voice now a dangerous growl that resonated deep in his chest. He was so close that Gawin could feel the heat radiating off him. "Stop hiding behind the script." Gawin could feel the cold wall behind him and Joss’s overwhelming presence in front of him. There was nowhere left to run. His hands, still clutching the water bottle, were shaking uncontrollably now. "Joss... people might come in," Gawin whispered, his voice trembling as he looked up into Joss’s dark, intense eyes. Joss didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned even closer, his chest brushing against Gawin’s with every breath. "Let them," he countered, his gaze dropping to Gawin’s lips—the same lips he had been "acting" with just minutes ago. "I want to know if that look in your eyes was part of the scene, or if you’ve been looking at me like that for years when I wasn't watching." He tilted his head, his lips just an inch away from Gawin’s. "One word, Gawin. Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk out that door. But if you don’t..."

The silence in the small breakroom was deafening, heavy with the weight of everything Gawin wasn't saying. He looked up at Joss, his eyes glassy and vulnerable, searching for any sign that this was still part of the game. But Joss’s gaze was searing—too intense, too focused to be anything other than real. Gawin’s lips parted slightly, but no rejection came. He didn't tell him to stop. He didn't push him away. He simply let out a shaky, surrendered breath, closing the gap between them just enough for their chests to touch. "Good," Joss rasped, the word vibrating against Gawin's skin. "Because I don’t think I could have walked away even if you begged me to." Joss reached out, his hand sliding from the wall to cup Gawin’s jaw. His thumb traced Gawin’s upper lip—the one that was still swollen from the scene they had just filmed. But this time, there were no cameras. No director to call for a different angle. No script to hide behind. ​Joss leaned in, claiming Gawin’s mouth in a kiss that was worlds apart from the one on set. It wasn't careful or rehearsed; it was possessive, hungry, and desperate, as if he had been waiting years for this exact moment of silence. The plastic water bottle slipped from Gawin’s numb fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He didn't care. He reached up, his hands tangling into the fabric of Joss’s shirt, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single inch of air left between them. The muffled sounds of the crew outside—the clinking of light stands and the distant chatter—faded into nothingness. In that tiny, hidden corner of the world, Gawin finally stopped acting. "Finally," Joss breathed against his lips, his grip tightening as he pulled Gawin deeper into the kiss. "Finally, you're mine."

The air in the room grew heavy, thick with a tension that had been building for years. Joss didn't give Gawin a chance to think or regain his composure. He pressed his body closer, his weight pinning Gawin firmly against the wall, making sure he felt every inch of the heat radiating between tworl. Joss’s hand moved from the wall, his fingers sliding into Gawin’s hair, gripping it just tight enough to tilt his head back. He looked down at Gawin with a dark, predatory hunger in his eyes. "You’ve been driving me crazy all day," Joss growled, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Did you think I wouldn't notice the way you were looking at me during the take?" Before Gawin could whisper a response, Joss crashed his lips onto his again, but this wasn't like the scripted kiss. It was deep, demanding, and raw. His tongue swiped against Gawin's lower lip, demanding entrance, and when Gawin let out a soft, helpless moan, Joss took full advantage. Gawin’s hands flew to Joss’s waist, gripping his belt loops as if he were the only thing keeping him from falling. The cold wall behind him was a sharp contrast to the scorching fire of Joss’s touch. Joss moved his other hand down, his palm sliding over Gawin’s throat before resting firmly on his chest, right over his hammering heart. "You’re not acting now, are you?" Joss breathed against his lips, his teeth grazing Gawin's earlobe, sending a violent shiver through Gawin’s entire frame. "Tell me you want this as much as I do." Gawin finally found his voice, though it was nothing more than a broken whisper. "I... I’ve wanted this for so long, Joss." ​At those words, Joss lost the last bit of his restraint. He hoisted Gawin up by his thighs, forcing Gawin to wrap his legs around Joss’s waist to stay upright. Now, they were perfectly aligned, their bodies fused together in the dimly lit room, forgotten by the rest of the world.

Joss’s hands were no longer just holding Gawin; they were mapping him, memorizing the curve of his waist and the heat of his skin as if he were starving and Gawin was the only thing that could save him.
​Joss’s grip tightened on Gawin’s thighs, his knuckles white with the effort of holding him flush against the wall. He pulled back for a fraction of a second, just enough to look at Gawin’s flushed face and swollen lips. "Tell me you're mine," Joss demanded, his voice a low, gravelly command that vibrated through both of their chests. "Say it." Gawin’s breath hitched, his head lolling back against the cold concrete as he looked at Joss through hooded, desperate eyes. "I'm yours," he whispered, the words trembling but certain. "I’ve always been yours, Joss." The confession seemed to snap the last thread of Joss's control. He groaned, a deep, primal sound, and buried his face in the crook of Gawin's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. His hand slid upward, disappearing under the hem of Gawin’s shirt to find bare skin. The contact was electric—hot palms against a shivering stomach, fingers tracing the line of Gawin's ribs. Gawin let out a sharp, choked gasp, his fingers clutching Joss’s hair, pulling him closer as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. He could feel Joss’s heart hammering against his own, a frantic, matching rhythm that drowned out the rest of the world.
​Joss began to move, his hips pressing rhythmically against Gawin’s, a slow, torturous friction that made Gawin’s entire body go taut. Every touch was heavy, intentional, and filled with a desperate need to make up for every moment they had spent pretending to be "just friends" or "just co-stars."
"We can't... we can't stay here," Gawin managed to moan, his voice breaking as Joss’s hand wandered lower, his thumb hooking into the waistband of Gawin’s jeans. Joss pulled back, his eyes dark with a raw, unshakable resolve. "My car is out back," he rasped, his forehead leaning against Gawin’s, their shared breath hot and uneven. "Or my place. I don't care where, as long as I don't have to stop." He didn't wait for an answer. He kissed Gawin one last time—a hard, bruising claim—before slowly letting him slide down the wall until his feet hit the floor. Gawin’s knees buckled, but Joss was there, catching him, his arm wrapping firmly around Gawin’s waist to keep him upright.
​"Let's go," Joss whispered, his hand sliding down to interlace his fingers with Gawin’s, squeezing tight. "The shoot is over for today. Now, it's just us."

The walk to the back exit of the studio felt like an eternity. Joss kept his hand firmly on the small of Gawin’s back, his touch a constant, burning reminder of what had just happened in the breakroom. They moved through the shadows of the set, avoiding the main crew, the adrenaline of nearly being caught making Gawin’s heart hammer even harder. The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, but it did nothing to dampen the heat between them. Joss led him to the sleek, dark car parked in the furthest corner of the lot. The moment Joss hit the unlock button, the lights flashed briefly, reflecting in his dark, determined eyes. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the silence of the car's interior was shattered. Joss didn't even wait to put the key in the ignition. He lunged across the center console, his hand cupping Gawin’s face and pulling him into a kiss that was even more desperate than before. Gawin scrambled to meet him, his hands tangling in Joss’s hair, pulling him closer until he was practically climbing over the gear shift into Joss's lap. The space was cramped, intimate, and smelled of Joss’s expensive cologne and the raw scent of desire. ​"I've wanted to do this since the first day of workshops," Joss rasped against Gawin's lips, his voice thick with a hunger he no longer tried to hide. He shifted, his strong arms hooking under Gawin's thighs to pull him fully onto his lap, Gawin’s head grazing the roof of the car. ​Gawin let out a shaky breath, his hands sliding down Joss's chest to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. "Then why did you wait so long?" Gawin whispered, his voice breaking as he finally managed to pop the first few buttons, revealing the warm, hard skin beneath.
​"Because I didn't know if you'd let me," Joss groaned, his teeth catching Gawin’s earlobe before he moved down to plant a row of biting, possessive kisses along his jawline. "But now that I have you... I'm never letting you go back to just being my 'co-star'."
​The windows of the car began to fog from their shared heat. Joss’s hands were everywhere now—under Gawin’s shirt, gripping his waist, pulling him down until their bodies were perfectly fused. Every time the car shifted under their weight, Gawin let out a low, muffled moan against Joss's neck, his fingers digging into Joss's shoulders as he felt the sheer intensity of Joss's need.
​Joss reached back, his hand finding the lever to recline the driver's seat. With a sharp click, they dropped back, Gawin sprawled on top of him, their hearts beating in a frantic, synchronized rhythm.

The reclining seat clicked into place, and the sudden shift in gravity sent a jolt of adrenaline through Gawin’s veins. He was draped over Joss, his legs straddling Joss’s lap, feeling every solid inch of him beneath. The muffled sounds of the distant city were gone, replaced only by the heavy, synchronised sound of their breathing and the friction of skin against skin.
​Joss didn't waste another second. He gripped the hem of Gawin’s shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it into the backseat. In the dim, flickering light of the parking lot lamps, Gawin’s skin looked like polished marble, flushed with a heat that Joss was eager to claim.
​"You're so beautiful," Joss murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. His hands traveled up Gawin’s torso, his palms calloused and warm, tracing the line of his ribs before his thumbs found their target.
​Gawin’s breath hitched as Joss began to circle his nipples with agonizing slowness. The sensation was electric, sending sharp, tingling sparks straight to his core. When Joss applied a sudden, firm pressure, rolling the small peaks between his thumb and forefinger, Gawin’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping his lips.
​"J-Joss..." Gawin gasped, his fingers digging into Joss’s biceps, his knuckles white.
​Joss didn't stop. He leaned up, his tongue flickering out to tease the sensitive skin he was playing with, alternating between the sharp pinch of his fingers and the wet, swirling heat of his mouth. The contrast was overwhelming. Gawin’s back arched, his chest heaving as he sought more of the sensation, his entire body trembling under Joss’s expert touch.
​"Does that feel good, Gawin?" Joss whispered against his skin, his breath hot and damp. He flicked his tongue over one aching peak again before catching it between his teeth in a gentle, playful nip.
​Gawin let out a strangled cry, his eyes fluttering shut. "Yes... please, don't stop."
​The desperation in Gawin’s voice seemed to drive Joss even further. He doubled his efforts, his hands moving with a possessive rhythm that made Gawin’s knees feel like lead. Every time Joss’s thumb brushed over him, a fresh wave of heat rolled through Gawin, making him move his hips instinctively against Joss’s, seeking a release for the building pressure between them.
​Joss groaned into the hollow of Gawin’s throat, his grip on Gawin’s waist tightening until it was almost bruising. "I've wanted to hear you make those sounds for a long time," Joss rasped, his eyes dark with a primal, unrestrained hunger. "And I'm going to make sure you don't stop tonight."

The air inside the car was thick and humid, the windows now completely opaque from the rising heat of their bodies. Joss’s hands didn't stay still for a second; after leaving Gawin’s chest sensitized and aching for more, his touch traveled downward, his fingers hooking firmly into the waistband of Gawin’s jeans.
​"These have been in the way for far too long," Joss growled, the vibration of his voice echoing against Gawin’s bare skin.
​With a sharp tug and the metallic click of a button, Joss began to push the denim down Gawin’s hips. Gawin had to lift himself up slightly, his hands pressing against the roof of the car for balance as he helped Joss strip the clothing away. When the cool air hit Gawin’s lower half, it was immediately replaced by the scorching heat of Joss’s palms sliding up his thighs. Gawin shifted, his bare skin sticking slightly to the leather as he moved between Joss’s legs. He knelt in the cramped space, looking up at Joss, whose expression had hardened into something dark and dangerously commanding.
​Joss didn't wait. He reached down, his large hand gripping the back of Gawin’s neck with a firm, possessive pressure that forced Gawin to look him dead in the eye.
​"You’ve been playing the innocent co-star all day, haven't you?" Joss rasped, his voice a low, dominant growl that vibrated through the small cabin. "But we both know you've been begging for this since the first take."
​He pulled Gawin’s head back slightly, exposing his throat. "Now, show me how much you want it. Open that pretty mouth for me, Gawin. Now."
​Gawin obeyed, his breath hitching at the sheer authority in Joss’s tone. As he took him in, Joss let out a sharp, guttural hiss, his fingers digging into Gawin's hair, anchoring him there. Joss leaned his head back against the headrest, his eyes half-closed, a smirk of pure satisfaction tugging at the corner of his lips.
​"Yeah, just like that," Joss groaned, his hips beginning to roll in a slow, torturous rhythm that he controlled entirely. "Look at you. If the fans could see their favorite 'actor' now, kneeling for me in the back of my car... they’d lose their minds."
​Joss’s hand tightened in Gawin’s hair, guiding him with a firm hand, pushing him deeper. "You like being owned by me, don't you? Tell me, Gawin. Use your words."
​Gawin tried to speak, but it came out as a muffled, desperate sound against Joss’s skin. Joss chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound. "Good boy. Don't you dare stop. I want to feel every bit of that tongue. I want you to remember exactly who you belong to when we’re back on that set tomorrow."
​Joss’s breathing became ragged, his dominant grip never wavering. "That’s it... take it all. I'm going to make sure you're wearing my mark for the rest of the week so every time you look in the mirror, you remember this moment."
​The intensity in the car reached a fever pitch. Joss’s hips moved faster now, his commands becoming shorter, more breathless. "Don't look away, Gawin. Look at me while you do it. I want to see the moment you realize you're never going back to just being a friend."

Joss sat back in the reclined driver’s seat, his legs spread wide to make room for Gawin in the cramped space. His large hand remained firmly anchored in Gawin’s hair, his fingers curled around the strands to keep him exactly where he wanted him.
​But he wasn't just watching. As Gawin focused on him, Joss reached down with his free hand, his calloused thumb and forefinger finding Gawin’s chest. He began to play with Gawin’s nipples, rolling them between his fingers with a punishing, rhythmic pressure that made Gawin’s entire body shudder.
​"Yeah, look at me while I do it," Joss growled, his voice a low, dominant vibration. "I want to see your eyes glaze over. I want to feel your heart racing against my hand while you take me."
​Gawin let out a muffled, broken sound, his hands clutching at Joss’s thighs for balance. The dual sensation—the heat in his mouth and the sharp, electric sparks coming from Joss’s fingers pinching his nipples—was almost too much to bear. Every time Joss rolled the sensitive peaks, Gawin’s back arched, his throat working as he tried to keep up with Joss’s demanding pace.
​"You like that, don't you?" Joss whispered, leaning forward so his hot breath fanned over Gawin’s damp forehead. "You’re so sensitive for me. Such a good boy."
​Joss increased the pressure on Gawin's chest, his thumb flicking over the aching points with a relentless intensity that matched the roll of his hips. The friction was unbearable in the best way. Joss’s breathing turned into jagged, sharp gasps as he felt himself nearing the edge.
​"Don't stop, Gawin... right there. Take it all," Joss rasped, his grip in Gawin’s hair tightening as his body went rigid.
​With one final, heavy roll of his fingers against Gawin’s nipple and a sharp, guttural cry, Joss’s control snapped. He buckled against the seat, his muscles corded and tense as he came in Gawin’s mouth.
​Gawin didn't pull away. He held on, his eyes wide and fixed on Joss’s face, swallowing every bit of Joss’s release as a silent, desperate vow. He stayed there even after the initial rush faded, his head resting against Joss's leg, his breath coming in shallow hitches.
​Joss slumped back, his chest heaving as he slowly withdrew his hand from Gawin’s chest, leaving the skin there flushed and sensitive. He looked down at Gawin with a dark, possessive pride, his thumb reaching out to wipe a stray drop from the corner of Gawin's mouth.
​"Perfect," Joss breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I knew you'd be perfect for me."

The atmosphere in the car reached a fever pitch, the air so thick with heat that the windows were completely opaque. Joss’s dominant energy filled the small space, his eyes never leaving Gawin’s flushed, dazed face. While one hand remained firmly anchored in Gawin’s hair, his other hand traveled downward with a slow, deliberate intent.
​Gawin’s breath hitched as he felt Joss’s large, warm palm slide between his thighs, pressing firmly against his inner skin.
​"You’re so tight, Gawin," Joss rasped, his voice dropping to a gravelly, possessive whisper that made Gawin’s toes curl. "Is this what you were thinking about during the kissing scene? Having me touch you like this?"
​Joss didn't wait for an answer. His fingers moved further back, reaching the sensitive, aching heat of Gawin’s entrance. When his fingertip first made contact, Gawin let out a sharp, choked gasp, his fingers digging into Joss's knees for support.
​Joss didn't hold back. He began to circle the small, tense opening, his thumb simultaneously moving back up to press against Gawin’s nipple, rolling it with a punishing rhythm. The dual sensation—the pressure below and the sharp pinch above—made Gawin’s head fall back against Joss’s leg, his eyes fluttering shut.
​"Don't close your eyes," Joss commanded, his finger slowly pushing inward, testing the resistance. "I want you to feel every bit of me opening you up. You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven't you?"
​Gawin could only let out a broken, high-pitched moan as Joss added a second finger, scissoring them slowly to stretch him. The feeling of being filled, even just by Joss’s hand, was overwhelming. The cramped space of the car made every movement feel heavy and intense.
​"J-Joss... please," Gawin whimpered, his hips twitching instinctively against Joss's hand, seeking more of that delicious, torturous pressure.
​"Patience, Gawin," Joss murmured, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he watched Gawin come apart beneath him. "We’re not going anywhere until I’ve made sure you’re ready to take all of me."
​He picked up the pace, his fingers working with a dominant, expert rhythm that had Gawin sobbing for release, his body completely surrendered to the man holding him captive in the shadows of the car.
As Joss’s fingers worked inside him, he began to scissor them in a wide, rhythmic motion, stretching Gawin with a slow, deliberate intensity. The sensation was overwhelming—a thick, stretching pressure that seemed to reach deep into Gawin’s core.
​"You're taking me so well, Gawin," Joss rasped, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating growl. "Did you practice being this ready for me? Or are you just that desperate to have me inside you?"
​Gawin couldn’t answer. His head was thumping against Joss’s thigh, his eyes rolled back as a series of broken, high-pitched sobs escaped his throat. Every time Joss widened his fingers, Gawin’s hips buckled, his legs trembling uncontrollably in the narrow footwell.
​Joss didn't let up. He used his other hand to reach up and pinch Gawin’s nipple again, rolling the sensitive peak between his nails while his fingers continued to scissor and stretch him below. The dual friction was too much; Gawin was caught in a crossfire of pleasure, his body arching until his chest was pressed flush against Joss’s knees.
​"Look at how much you're shaking," Joss whispered, leaning down to catch a stray tear with his tongue before biting down gently on Gawin’s earlobe. "I haven't even started yet, and you're already falling apart. If you're this tight for my fingers, I can't wait to see how you scream when I really fill you up."
​Gawin’s hands fumbled for Joss’s wrists, not to pull him away, but to hold him there, to beg for the pressure to never stop. He was completely open, completely vulnerable, and entirely under Joss's control in the fogged-up silence of the car.
​"Please, Joss... now... I want you now," Gawin choked out, his voice raw and desperate.
​Joss let out a dark, satisfied chuckle, his fingers giving one last, deep stretch before he slowly began to withdraw. "Not here. I want you on your back where I can see every inch of you. Get in the backseat, Gawin. Now."

Gawin scrambled into the backseat, his movements clumsy and hurried, fueled by a desperation that had been simmering since they first stepped onto the set that morning. The leather was cold against his bare skin, but he didn't care. He collapsed onto his back, his chest heaving, his legs draped over the edge of the seat as he looked up at Joss.
​Joss followed him, hovering over him like a shadow. He didn't waste a second. He gripped Gawin’s ankles, pushing his knees up toward his chest until Gawin was completely open, completely exposed to the dim, flickering light of the streetlamps outside.
​"Good," Joss rasped, his eyes dark and hungry as they swept over every inch of Gawin’s trembling frame. "Stay exactly like that."
​Joss reached down, his thumb and forefinger finding Gawin’s nipples once more. He began to roll and pinch them with a relentless, dominant rhythm, his gaze fixed on Gawin’s face. He wanted to see the exact moment the pleasure became too much.
​"You're shaking, Gawin," Joss whispered, his voice a low, gravelly command. "Is it because of the cold, or because you know what I’m about to do to you?"
​Gawin couldn’t even find the words. He let out a broken moan, his head tossing from side to side on the seat. The dual sensation of Joss’s fingers punishing his chest while his presence loomed between his thighs was overwhelming.
​Joss leaned down, his weight pressing Gawin firmly into the leather. He positioned himself, the heat of him finally meeting the entrance he had just spent so much time preparing. He didn't rush. He stayed there for a heartbeat, watching Gawin’s eyes blow wide in anticipation.
​"This belongs to me now," Joss growled, his hand moving from Gawin's chest to grip his jaw, forcing him to look up. "Every sound you make, every breath you take... it's all for me."
​With a slow, deliberate thrust, Joss began to enter him. Gawin’s breath hitched, a sharp, choked sound escaping his throat as he felt the sheer size and heat of Joss finally filling the space he had been begging for. It was a slow, agonizingly perfect stretch that made Gawin’s vision go white at the edges.
​Joss stopped when he was halfway in, his muscles corded and tense. "Tell me, Gawin," he breathed against Gawin's lips, his voice thick with restraint. "Tell me who you're taking this for."
​"For you... always for you, Joss," Gawin sobbed, his fingers digging into Joss’s shoulders, his nails leaving marks in the skin as he arched his back, silently pleading for Joss to finish the movement.

Joss didn't wait for another invitation. With a low, possessive growl, he buried himself the rest of the way, the force of the movement rocking the car on its suspension. Gawin’s head snapped back against the leather, his mouth falling open in a silent, wrecked scream of pleasure as his body finally accommodated the full, staggering weight of him.
​"Fuck, Gawin," Joss hissed, his forehead dropping against Gawin’s as he struggled for air. "You’re so tight, it’s like you were made specifically to wrap around me. Did you think you could just walk away from the set today after looking at me like that? After begging for this with every look?"
​Joss didn't give him a chance to respond. He began to move—a slow, heavy, and punishing rhythm that ground their hips together until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left. Every thrust was deep and intentional, aimed at the very spot that made Gawin’s toes curl and his voice break into a series of frantic, high-pitched sobs.
​"Talk to me, Gawin," Joss commanded, his hand sliding up to pinch Gawin’s nipple again, rolling it hard between his fingers to keep him on the edge. "I want to hear how much you love having me deep inside you. I want to hear you scream my name so loud the people outside can hear exactly who owns you."
​"Joss—please—Joss!" Gawin cried out, his hands fumbling to grip Joss’s sweat-slicked shoulders. "It’s too much... I can’t... you’re too deep..."
​"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," Joss rasped, his pace turning fast and primal. He reached down, hooking his arms under Gawin’s knees to pull him even closer, folding him in half to ensure every thrust hit home. "You're taking every inch of me, aren't you? Such a good boy, taking it all for me while the windows fog up around us."
​Joss’s breathing was a series of jagged, animalistic hitches now. He leaned down, biting into the sensitive skin of Gawin’s shoulder to muffle his own groans. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, you hear me? You’re going to be thinking about the way I feel inside you every time we’re in front of those cameras tomorrow."
​The tension coiled tighter and tighter, the heat in the backseat becoming unbearable. Gawin’s vision was blurring, his entire world narrowing down to the friction, the heavy scent of Joss’s cologne, and the dominant, filthy words whispered into his ear.
​"I'm close, Gawin... I'm going to finish inside you," Joss growled, his thrusts becoming frantic and unrestrained. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fill you up right here."
​"Fill me up! Joss, please—now!" Gawin sobbed, his body going taut as he reached his own limit, his release splattering against their joined chests just as Joss let out a final, guttural roar, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go as he followed Gawin into the white light of the peak.

Joss remained buried deep inside for a long moment, his forehead pressed against Gawin’s damp shoulder as he waited for the tremors to subside. His chest was still heaving, his muscles corded and slick with sweat.
​Slowly, Joss began to pull back. The sound of the separation was wet and lewd in the quiet of the car, a sharp contrast to the cold rain still tapping against the roof. As he finally withdrew, the sudden absence left Gawin feeling hollow and breathless, his legs still draped weakly over Joss’s shoulders.
​Joss didn't move away. Instead, he stayed hovering over Gawin, his hand reaching down to grip Gawin’s inner thigh, pulling it back even further to expose him to the dim, flickering light of the streetlamp outside.
​"Look at that," Joss rasped, his voice still thick and gravelly from the peak. "Look at what I did to you, Gawin."
​Gawin tried to lift his head, his eyes dazed and half-lidded, his face flushed a deep, frantic red. He followed Joss’s gaze down to where he was still open and vulnerable. The sight was undeniable—a messy, pale reminder of Joss’s total claim, slowly leaking from his heat and onto the dark leather of the backseat.
​"You're a mess," Joss whispered, his thumb reaching out to trace the edge of the opening, his touch dominant even in the aftermath. "My mess. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this? Ruined and full of me?"
​Gawin let out a low, shaky whimper, his fingers curling into the seat cushions. He couldn't look away. The visual of his own body struggling to hold onto what Joss had left behind was the final thread of his composure snapping. It wasn't a script, and there were no cameras—just the raw, physical proof that Joss had finally taken everything he had to give.

The heavy silence in the car was shattered by a soft, wet sound as Joss’s fingers returned to the place he had just marked as his. Gawin’s body was still humming from the peak, his muscles weak and twitching, but Joss wasn't done with him yet.
​Joss’s large hand gripped Gawin’s hip, holding him steady as he used his other hand to push back against the pale fluid leaking from Gawin’s heat. With a slow, dominant pressure, Joss slid a finger back inside, driving his own essence deeper into Gawin’s core.
​"Where do you think you're going?" Joss rasped, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly low. "I didn't give you permission to let any of this go yet. I want you to keep it all. I want you to feel the weight of me inside you for as long as possible."
​Gawin let out a sharp, panicked gasp, his hips jerking instinctively away from the touch. The sensation was overwhelming—too sensitive, too full, and the feeling of Joss’s finger stretching him again while he was still coming down from the high was almost painful in its intensity.
​"J-Joss... no... please," Gawin whimpered, his fingers fumbling for Joss’s wrist, trying to pull his hand away. "It’s too much... please, stop. I can’t... I can't take any more."
​Joss didn't budge. Instead, he added a second finger, scissoring them slowly to ensure the fluid stayed locked inside, his gaze fixed on Gawin’s tear-streaked face. "You’ll take exactly what I give you, Gawin. You were so brave a minute ago, begging me to fill you up. Now stay still and take it."
​"Please, Joss! It hurts... it’s too sensitive," Gawin sobbed, his head tossing against the leather seat. "I’m begging you, stop... I can’t breathe..."
​Joss leaned over him, his shadow completely engulfing Gawin’s trembling frame. He leaned down, his teeth grazing Gawin’s earlobe as he whispered, "The more you beg, the more I want to see how much you can handle. You’re mine tonight, remember? Every part of you. Now, be a good boy and hold it in for me."
​He gave one final, deep push, his fingers buried to the hilt, before finally withdrawing and pressing his palm flat against the opening to seal it. He watched with a dark, satisfied smirk as Gawin collapsed back into the seat, shivering and completely broken under Joss's absolute control.

​"Alright, that’s enough for the parking lot," Joss murmured, his voice still low but losing the biting edge. He reached out and cupped Gawin’s jaw, his thumb dragging across the younger man’s lip one last time. "You did good, Gawin. Better than I expected."
​He pulled Gawin up from the floorboards, helping him back onto the seat with a firm but steady grip. Instead of pulling away, Joss stayed close, reaching into the footwell to grab Gawin’s discarded shirt. He didn't just hand it over; he stayed in Gawin's space, helping him pull the fabric over his head, his hands lingering on Gawin’s neck for a second longer than necessary.
​"My place is ten minutes away," Joss said, his eyes scanning Gawin’s face with a quiet, possessive pride. "I’ve got a bed that’s a lot more comfortable than this leather. And once we're there, I'm going to take care of you properly."
​Gawin leaned into the touch, his breathing finally beginning to even out, though his legs still felt like lead. He didn't mind the dominance—he actually seemed to crave the way Joss was now taking charge of the cleanup.
​Joss climbed back into the driver’s seat, but before he put the car in gear, he reached over and draped his heavy designer jacket over Gawin’s lap, tucking it in around his thighs.
​"Keep that on," Joss commanded softly, his eyes flicking to the road. "I don't want you getting cold before I get you inside."
​As the engine purred to life and the car finally pulled out of the dark studio lot, Joss kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting firmly on Gawin’s knee, a constant, grounding reminder of who he belonged to tonight.