One of the first things that came to the framer's mind when he thought of Keon was 'perfect'. It was true, really- sexy, caring, good at his job, interesting, creative… but adjectives don't really describe a person the way you want them to, he'd learned. No, Keon was… different. Nicer, somehow, and… fuck, Anakin couldn't put a name on it. He couldn't even tell him about his thoughts without looking like an utter moron.

Of course, the thoughts about Keon weren't pestering, not even after he'd seen that goddamn video Jaina forced on everyone in the meeting the other day. And fuck if I'm ever living that down, the man noted, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temple as he flicked off the music blaring through his headphones. These meetings, people… all of it was so fucking stupid. Well, aside from a few things… like the way Nanashi kept sending him heated glances. An added effect of the 'friends with benefits' relationship they'd struck up.

Yet for some reason, Anakin kept thinking about Keon. Fucking Keon, who hadn't even judged him after his kink was made public. It was enough that he almost- almost- smiled, nudging the other's shoulder briefly. "Bored?" he asked briefly before adding, "Wanna get away for awhile? Meeting's over in five."

The other stared at him for a few moments, skeptically. Not that Anakin blamed him- he'd never been the 'friendly' type, not really, preferring to keep everything and anything to himself. Away from prying eyes and the mistakes of society, he liked to think- relationships were too much trouble, barely worth keeping up with, and least of all when they carried something of such magnitude as… feelings.

No, feelings weren't worth it. Attachment was just… abnormal.

He shakes his head at the confused disguiser, sucking in a breath as he pulls up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the semi-offensive tattoos staining his arms, before giving a glance over to Nanashi. The consigliere shook his head, turning away from him, while Keon continued to watch him curiously. Anakin barely scoffed, not saying anything, before he was turning to the door and walking away from the meeting without a look back.

Keon watched him leave, unsure of he should follow him or not. He briefly wondered if he heard him correctly or not. He was talking to him, he knew that.. but it just felt so out of the blue. They'd spoken maybe twice in the entire four years that the blonde had been here.. maybe heard him speak about four times- they weren't even on speak terms so it confused him why he'd even want to hangout with him. Keon didn't even know if he hung out with anyone here - minus Nanashi - or if he had friends actually. Never saw anyone coming out of his room, or him talk to anyone.. as far as he knew, he was all alone.

After a moment, he followed behind the man quietly. Maybe he was kidding about wanting to hang out with him after the meeting.. it didn't matter- maybe he could persuade him to do so.

"Anakin.. wait," he grabbed the man's small shoulder.

The older of the two gave a startled sigh, barely able to contain the surprise at the sudden and rather abrupt feeling of someone… touching him. It felt… weird. Not unpleasant, particularly, but… strange. Obviously, it wasn't Nanashi- they were too light, too gentle for that, and if it had been the consigliere, the two of them would've been halfway to a wrestling match by this point.

It's even more strange to turn around, a glare on his face, mouth twitching into a not-so-nice smile, and be greeted with Keon standing there, staring down at him slightly confused. For a few seconds, the framer's mind blanks- unclear, with not a single notion of what a 'proper' response would be to this. Crossing arms across his chest, he looks over the younger with a frown and a raised eyebrow, almost appraising.

"I've changed my mind." He replied, bluntly, pulling away from Keon enough that there wasn't even a question of whether he'd come closer or not. "I don't know what I was thinking. See you around." It's blunt, to the point, and oddly… hurtful. Even for him. Much to Anakin's dismay, the sight of Keon's face dropping just slightly, stance changing completely from the openness of before only adds to the growing pain in his gut. Frowning, the framer pulled out a purple pen from the pocket of his tattered jeans, looking over to Keon before walking toward him quickly. Giving a (forced) smile, Anakin pulled the disguiser's hand up until he could see how… smooth the pale skin looked, quickly jotting a few numbers down on the top of it.

"You can call me." Anakin states, a blank expression on his face. "If I feel like it, I'll answer."

And then he turned on his heel and walked away.

Well.. that was certainty awkward.

Keon looked down at his hand 'tattoo', trying to make sense of what happened. He was definitely a weird one, wasn't he? Not that it mattered much to him- fuck, he was married to a satyriasiss crossdresser. He wasn't strangers to being with or knowing those who are typically considered strange. Fuck- there was always a chance he was cool, a bit of an asshole, but cool. He certainly had the possible look of being cool, what with his tattoos and piercings. Keon was typically a huge fan of that look- fuck, even considered getting a few more piercings and a tattoo himself, but his job forced him into giving up those dreams. Tattoos would reveal him if he was in disguise and so would piercing holes- thankfully, the mafia had no idea about his nipple piercings nor his Prince Albert one.

Licking his lips, he took out his phone and started to type in his number. He briefly wondered how their relationship would turn out- sexual or strictly platonic.. it could easily go either way. It'd be nice to have a friend in here that wasn't only talking to him for sex. Something different for a change.

It was later on in the evening when Keon finally remembered to text Anakin- not that he forgot, more or less just held off on doing it until he felt comfortable messaging him for anything. He barely knew anything about the older man, so it was natural for him to feel quite a bit awkward about texting him.

When he finally got the nerve to say anything, he didn't even say anything, deciding to be a bit risky about it. The thought of Anakin not wanting him for sex sounded weird.. of course he wanted him. That's all they ever thought of him as- a sex toy.

Undoing his buckle, he slid his boxers down to underneath his cock and stroked it gently until he was completely erected. Taking his phone off of the table, he brought up Anakin's contact and took a picture of his cock, making the caption a cheeky hey.

He didn't know what time it was when he heard his phone vibrate, lost somewhere in the darkness of the chaotic room. He didn't know what he was supposed to do- answer it, or roll back onto his side and try to sleep. Not that sleep was ever an easy feat these days- pretty much every passing thought had something to do with… rather unpleasant thoughts or risky fantasies. It was enough that he'd actually spoken to someone- too much, really.

Which is what made the buzz of his phone so impossibly strange- only two people had his number, Nanashi and… Keon. And fuckin' hell if he'd been expecting Keon to text him back- the disguiser clearly wouldn't want anything to do with him. He looked like fucking white trash, was more reclusive than J.D. Salinger and more socially inept than… well, something that was really socially inept. It didn't make sense- not even when he thought about it.

And yet for some reason when he flipped open the phone and saw the text from an unknown number, he thought he was going to cry. Like a goddamn girl before prom. It felt wrong, somehow- to be putting so much effort into this and- was that his fucking dick.

Keon sent me dick pics. That was the only thing he could even remotely think of, and it was a far worse thought than it probably should've been. Anakin could practically feel his cheeks flushing, utterly confused on what he was supposed to do. Was this… normal? Did Keon do this often? What- why would he even do that? They'd barely talked. It just wasn't… or maybe it was something you did. The framer had always been a bit out of the loop in terms of going ons in society…

Barely able to look at his phone, he briefly managed to type out a short Was that supposed to do something? I already know what you look like, didn't need to see your little-

Fuck.

He backspaced the message, trying again with a Keon? Are you trying to be funny?

And then backspaced it again. What was even appropriate to say in a situation like this? Something simple, respectful, acknowledging, right…?

…

Nice cock.

Keon chuckled at his response, moving a hand down against to cup his erected cock and stroke it until he can feel euphoria flowing down his head until he can curl his toes and throw his head back. He had to be honest, Anakin had a nice response. Almost too humorous for him to actually believe.. he briefly wondered if the man had decided to just fuck with him now. Even then, he didn't really care- what could he really do? Blackmail him? Half of the mafia have somehow managed to see his cock, whether by him or by a pair of lesbian lovers..

Honestly, the thought of him trying to blackmail him was sorta hot- insulting a bit, but hot enough that he was able to ignore that. He wasn't even sure what he would try and blackmail him into- sex, drugs, money? There were too many options and since he didn't really know that much about him, there could be a chance that he didn't even want anything yet- just liked the idea of having something over him. That certainly would be interesting.

thanks. would look better in ur mouth.

Biting down on his lip, he considered sending another message- something else. Maybe 'lol just kidding whats up?' or 'so. tell me about yourself'. Something casual and easy to break the ice, because clearly his cock pic might've made the situation a bit awkward. Maybe he should've called him instead. Still, the fact that he actually messaged him back. complimented him.. it only spelled good things for their budding relationship.

can i get a pic? ;)

He couldn't tell if the other man was joking- if he was pranking him or trying to make fun of… of whatever this situation was. It felt weird, completely and totally uncomfortable, half sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand, listening to Keon talk about… sex? That was what he was talking about, right? He wanted… 'pics' too.

Should I even do that? Anakin thought, feeling a bit uneasy with the entire situation. Maybe he'd done worse things, but not… not like this, over a little bright screen in a dark room, with someone he barely knew that he may or may not like in some way. Still, he tried to swallow down the feelings of discomfort, pushing them aside as he waiting for another text… there was nothing.

Hesitantly, he managed to reply, What kind of pic?

He wonders if that reads too nervously- if he just fucked up the entire situation because he didn't understand it and had no clue what Keon was looking for. Fuck, maybe he just wanted to get to know the guy better… he was one of the only tolerable mafia members at this point, and just… he didn't fuck this up, did he?

The framer swallows, nervously, before adding. …not really sure what you're doing right now. Should we call?

He'd come to understand that Anakin was most likely terrified and for some odd reason, it completely turned him on.

The inept, somewhat naive person he was talking to right now was completely different than the usual moody, grumpy asshole- not that he minded, it was honestly really cute. If he could see this person everyday, he really wouldn't mind it. It felt wrong for a moment- because there was a chance that he was taking advantage of him, someone who was actually naive and innocent enough, but he tried to ignore this feeling. There were lots of people just like this- Akivya and Vita for example, neither of them were quick in figuring out sexual things unless it was stated right out. Perhaps that's why he liked him so much- he reminded him so much of the two most important figures in his life.

sure. not good on call though- prefer texting tbh with u.

He clicked his tongue between his teeth, anxiously tapping on his phone before sighing. He didn't even know if he actually wanted to call him- he really didn't like calling people on his phone, never called Akivya honestly. If he didn't call his own lover, why would he ever want to call someone he barely knew?

He didn't know what he was supposed to think. Not calling- yeah, that was fine. He barely talked anyway, and it wasn't like he wanted to talk to Keon or anything, hear his voice or… think too much about it. Fuck, all the thoughts were jumbled up now, like fragments of a story that he can't piece together. It's almost infuriating. Infuriating enough that he barely blinks when he texts out, Mind giving me a hint on what your fucking intentions are? Other than sex, which is obvious.

He regrets it the second he hits send. It was too harsh, really- too harsh for someone who clearly just wanted to joke around and talk about… whatever the fuck this was with him, and yet almost not enough to even convey what the man was feeling at the given moment. Sucking in a deep breath, Anakin fumbled for his glasses on the bedside table, barely managing to push them up onto his face. Contacts at night were so much of a hassle it really wasn't worth it.

Sorry, he adds a second later. I'm just not very social. Like this, or whatever.

He trails off, bites his lip, contemplating adding more…

It's just completely strange to me. Never talked like this on text before. Or… with anyone but Nashi. You know?

meh, dont worry about it, man. not too big of a deal, idc at least. lol i just wanted, ya know, talk? thought a pic would loosen you up some. seems to have failed. sorry if i made you uncomfortable, yeh.

Keon sighed, tossing his phone over the bed and rolled over to his side. As much as he wanted to continue talking, he felt tired now. He briefly wondered if Akivya was up and willing to suck him off because fucking himself earlier didn't seem to do him any good. And then remembered that he was still off taking care of the heavily pregnant consort- which only made him frowned. Why exactly he decided to take care of her all day in night was beyond him - even if he found it oddly sweet - he was upset that he couldn't even fuck his husband when he was so fucking horny right now.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. Keon doubted that he would even be able to fuck Akivya at this rate.. he was too tired to really do anything but turn over and sleep. His phone rang twice- vibrating against his soft duvet. Sighing once more, he lazily stared down at his phone, briefly wondering if it would really do any harm if he just read it in the morning instead of doing so right now. Keon doubted that it was really anything important..

Anakin almost wanted to laugh. The fact that he was sitting here right now, doing this, something that by all standards was completely out of the realm of his normal behavior, was completely unbelievable. He wouldn't believe it if he wasn't still staring at the last message on his messenger, something that seemed oddly like… an apology? Did Keon really feel like he had to apologize for something that he probably had less to do with than Anakin himself? Fuck, it was his fault he couldn't take a goddamn joke or casual flirt as anything but serious.

No, you're fine. Shitty move on my part. Shouldn't have gotten so upset.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the clock mounted on the wall, barely visible in the dim lighting of the moon through the curtains of his tiny window. Sighing, he leaned back on his bed, kicking feet up and staring down at his phone for a few brief seconds before something clicked. Something that was… quite possibly the most foolish thing he'd ever done in his life, but quite possibly… worth it? The framer really wasn't sure what qualified as being 'worth it' at this point…

Maybe Keon would enjoy it. There wasn't any real harm in trying.

You want me to suck you? What else would you do with me?

Keon chuckled in amusement, running a hand through his thick, blonde hair. He seemed to have ruined the boy now- made him go from shy and naive, to a bit horny and bold in just seconds. Not that he was complaining- no, he found this rather hot. Sexting was one of his favourite things to do, tie that up with dirty talk and.. and well, he'd have something he was good at doing forever. Maybe Anakin wasn't too bad at this- he didn't seem like he'd be bad at this, at least. An amateur, sure, but not nervous.

let's not get ahead of ourselves here, sweetheart.

Thinking of another response quickly, Keon stripped himself of his tight muscle shirt and snapped a picture of his face and chest. Maybe he could have some fun before he went to sleep.. would be interesting to see how far he was willing to go with this. If he retreated back into his shell or not- which would be a huge shame because Keon had decided that he really wasn't half that bad. Needed to work on his social skills, but otherwise not bad at all.

;0 would be more fun if you were here though tbh. akis is with gioia and so now i have no one to play with rn.

Taking another moment to say anything else, he couldn't help but wonder how red the man was right now. He looked so impossibly red early today and during the meeting a few days ago when his fetish was revealed.. actively getting sexts probably made him turn even redder. He was curious, almost aroused, by the thought of what he looked like right now.

can i get a pic of you, anakin? i'll make it worth your while later on. ;)

He bit his lip- hard, hard enough to draw fucking blood, entirely sure that he was red at the other's words. Worth my while? He thought to himself, slightly amused. You can't actually be thinking about sending him a picture.

Groaning, Anakin barely managed to get the phone into picture taking mode. He wasn't even sure how he looked right now- a total mess, with red hair all tangled and wearing glasses, a shirt that was probably filthier than it should be thrown on… best to strip that. Keon would probably like to see his chest, right? Not that he didn't have a few less-pleasing tattoos around the side of his waist and lower back, but… fuck, nobody cared about stupid things like that. It was his body, after all.

Snapping the picture, with his best attempt at a smile (it failed- miserably. More than anything, he seemed even more monotone, a stoic expression covering his face that he didn't think could be removed) he frowned when he saw the dim image on his phone. The lips of his corners were quirked upward at least a bit… or, well, he thought they were. Almost didn't look too bad, but… still worse than he would've on a day to day basis.

You better be serious. I don't take pictures for just anyone. He typed back quickly, wondering if he was supposed to use an emoji for anything to make it less… serious. More joking… he settled on a :) that seemed out of place, but was nice enough. It was Keon- he didn't give a shit.

He didn't look bad naked to say the least.

Sure, could stand to weigh a little more, stand in the sunlight, and maybe cover up a tattoo that covered the majority of his torso. But otherwise, kid was hot as fuck. Glasses made his eyes shine a bit brighter than he's ever actually seen- he looked a lot better with them on than them off. He wondered what else he was keeping from him. (He wanted to pretend he didn't sound insanely creepy now.)

mmmhm, very sexy. :* nice glasses.

He rolled over on his stomach, placing his head down on the pillow and shut his eyes. Keon really didn't have a lot of energy left to talk to him, was too tired and just wanted to turn over and go to sleep. Anakin would understand, fuck, he was probably tired himself. Was he only talking to him because Keon had kept him up- fuck, there was a chance he was, wasn't he? If Anakin was, that'd only make him feel like more shit for doing this.

im gonna go to bed. can i get another, preferably lower waisted, pic? 3 gn

So that was it, then. He propositioned him for sex and then said good night? Was that even normal? Anakin couldn't decide if Keon was fucking with him- or actually wanted to fuck with him. It was almost too confusing, but… did he really just say I was sexy?

Rolling his eyes and running a hand through his messy hair, the framer slumped back down on the bed, rolling onto his sighed with an annoyed groan. Fuck if this had even happened- he didn't just do these sorts of things. Even if he liked to think Keon was interested (oh, he is definitely interested) or actually enjoyed talking with the guy just a smidge, it wasn't… natural. And he couldn't… do that again, really. It was fun, in a juvenile and amusing way, but… Keon was obviously fucking with him.

Or is he? Trying to ignore the little argument that had cropped up in his head, Anakin turned over until he had a view of his phone once again… and no more texts. Nothing. So he really had gone to bed? That was it, just like this?

He doesn't know why he reaches for the small object anyone, clicks it on again and types out a quick Good night. either. To hell with it, maybe? Keon had taken the time to talk to him… he seemed… genuine even if they'd basically been sexting for the past thirty minutes.

Without any thought or consideration, the ginger has no idea why he adds in, Maybe in the morning I'll show you my tramp stamp. You know, if you're good.

Sexy enough? Regardless, it was… more than he'd ever been open to before. Maybe… maybe if Keon really was interested… he'd reply as soon as he got up, or ask him questions, or… maybe this could work. Right?

Don't waste your breath on it. Relationships are messy and stupid. You shouldn't have bothered.

Keon had too much trouble keeping still- halfway getting up from his seat and switching his seating style every few moments. He wasn't sure why exactly he was so antsy right now. There wasn't anything that would cause him to feel like this, so he was confused on why he felt like leaving the meeting early and going to do something. He just felt so restless.

Attempting to keep his mind off of it, he looked up and tried to find Akivya's eye. When he did, he felt his shoulder's drop sharply. The older man's eyes were caught intensely on Gioia's large stomach, dark purple bags underneath his eyes. Fuck. His own husband was still too focused on staring at the woman, most likely wasn't even giving him a second thought on how he was doing or if he even missed him..

And then he caught Anakin's eye, a small blush growing on his face when he realized Keon was staring back at him. He smiled, winking at him. Taking out of his phone, he very subtly texted him a any chance i can see your tattoos tonight? ;p)

Bad intentions. Probably thinking something not suitable for a meeting- definitely not good right now. Fuck, you're already a little red, aren't you? Awful. You should leave. Like, now. Before anyone says anything.

Anakin barely gave the text another skim over, looking back up to Keon, sitting opposite him at the table. Running a hand through his hair, he popped the earphones back in and tried to focus on… basically anything but Keon propositioning him for sex again.

You have to stay.

Really fucking don't.

Keon's here?

Groaning in annoyance, he barely managed to stand up, pulling himself over to the door and opening it without a word given to the rest of the room. Nothing subtle about that, he scolded himself again, barely focused on anything other than a, getting out of the meeting room and b, rechecking Keon's text.

You wanna see my tats? He asked after a few seconds, pressing the send button before typing out another short message. Don't get your hopes up, kid. I might need some time to consider it.

You really need time to consider sex with Keon…? Well, to be fair, the answer would've been a raging no on most occasions, but… it almost felt strange. Too weird to be considered real. Shrugging, Anakin simple slipped his phone back into his pocket, walking down the long hallway in the hope that he could avoid the rest of the mafia somehow.

My room after meeting. He added, giving a subtle frown as he did so. Don't be fucking late.

what if i wanna see u now?

Keon licked his lips, leaning back in his chair to reposition his already halfway erected cock from poking out of his jeans awkwardly. He felt too excited about that fact that he could finally see Anakin's tattoos. Perhaps they could have other activities happening afterwards, something he'd be even more excited for than just seeing a tattoo. The fact that he had a tramp stamp, self admittedly, made him smile. He never thought of him as the type to have anything like that so it'd be rather interesting to see it.

;o) can i get a pic, a spoiler almost? pls anakin? i'll send you a pic of my piercings

He wasn't listening to what Julian had been saying- going on about monthly cost and whatever- fuck, this was so boring. All he wanted was to just go and see Anakin, suck on his tattoos and come over his uninked skin. Listening to mindless dravel that didn't even relate to him, it bored him beyond fucking belief.

Tapping on the table, he sighed once more.

He wants pictures now? Anakin furrowed his brow. Fuck, he couldn't believe he was actually contemplating this- it felt like his sanity was slowly dissipating every minute that he talked to Keon. Was he really… really that interested? Trying to tease him? Fuck, it didn't make sense. Even when the framer had told himself, numerous times, to just go with it.

Shutting the door to his room behind him until he could feel the tiny click of wood hitting wood, his hand fumbling with the lock, he shakily looked back down at his phone. Well… it wasn't… wasn't really that bad, right? If he sent Keon some pictures, or… no. No, he couldn't believe he was actually considering this- having a sexual relationship with Keon, sending him pictures of his fucking body…

Fuck, gimme like five. He replied quickly, sighing as his fingers fumbled with the fabric of the black shirt he was wearing, tugging it over his head before letting his hands fall to the buckle of his jeans, undoing the fly and sliding them down his legs so he was left standing in his boxers… did Keon want him to take those off too?

This is gonna be used as blackmail later, fuckin' hell. Still, he pulled off the tight underwear quickly, letting them fall around his ankles before stepping back with a muted sigh.

What do you want to see?

Everything.

Keon cleared his throat, glancing up to see if anyone had caught that small smile that was growing rapidly on his face. He wondered if anyone would have noticed if he had decided to just slide his phone down underneath the table, undo his pants, and take a picture of his cock. If he'd just be quick enough, he'd be able to get away with it before anyone even had the thought of what he was doing.

Quickly undoing his pants buckle, he moved to reveal his throbbing his cock and clicked the button on his phone. Fuck- this was so exciting, wasn't it? The fact that he was hard, sending dick pics to Anakin, and getting some of his own pics from him.. all just inches away from six other mafia members that would have no trouble taking his phone and reading all their messages, especially Vita and Jaina who'd both eat up the drama. It was hot. Way too hot for him to ever actually have imagined. Anakin was a lot kinkier than he'd originally thought.

Sending the photo, he smiled at the fact that he quickly received his own photo from the older man. He was attractive naked, a lot skinnier and bonier than he originally thought last night. More tattoos too, but they praised his body rather nicely. Rather nice looking tattoos, somewhat obscure ones lining his lower waist and curled under his soft breast. Still, they looked hot as fuck. He didn't know if there was a word for being so turned on by the look of tattoos or whatever, but if there was, he'd definitely had it.

hot. ;o i cant wait to see them. is gonna be fun to see you in the flesh.. excited to have you in my mouth.

He was turned on. It almost felt like he shouldn't be- like it was in some way wrong or… disgusting to feel so turned on by so little. But then again, he clearly had worse habits- Anakin couldn't deny that. Couldn't deny that he was thinking more and more about the 'what ifs', the possibilities of what exactly was going to happen when he and Keon met in person… what Keon would want to do, if he'd be saying the same things about his body then…

He sucked in a breath, unsteady, letting his chest rise and fall as he stared down at the dimly lit screen, eyes flitting up to the locked door almost as though he were waiting. The meeting was probably over by now… did Keon actually want to… to show up? Fuck, or whatever? Maybe he was going to back out… maybe he wouldn't actually come and Anakin had gotten himself all worked up over nothing. Maybe he should just put on some clothes before… before anything made this already awkward situation even more awkward.

Still, he couldn't help giving a side glance to the cracked mirror that hung over his dresser, outlining the almost attractive features of his body… maybe Keon wasn't lying. Did he really find him attractive? It was the tattoos obviously- Anakin thought they were sexy, had been planning and inking them since… what, since he was 20? If it wasn't that, he couldn't see why… he looked almost too plain, maybe even a bit fragile, otherwise.

It was kinda crazy. Keon was attractive in all the right ways and he just… wasn't. Regardless, though, he just replied with a You're gonna suck me off? What else do you wanna do to me? Meeting should be over… can't wait to see you…?

He only replied with a sharp ;). It was stupid, almost, and probably too cheeky for anyone else but Anakin.. which was good, he guessed, as long as Anakin liked him. Maybe the ginger would send him a message like the one he sent him more often now? He really wouldn't mind if he did, would've made him a lot harder if he had decided to start do it.

Before he realized it, people were pushing their chairs back and leaving the room loudly. Fuck- he wasn't even listening enough to know that the meeting was over. On most occasions, he'd be ashamed of himself for not listening even a little bit, but right now he was too heavily focused on texting and thinking about Anakin. Standing up, the man quickly made his way towards the door and almost skipped down the hallway towards Anakin's room. This was so exciting, too much exciting for him to ever believe still..

im so horny rn. excited to see u too.

Once he finally reached the room, he knocked quickly and heavily on the door with a bit too much enthusiasm. Anakin needed to answer the door now or otherwise he'd just pass out.. or have kept it unlocked, for fucks sake. All he wanted to do was stick his dick in the older man's asshole and fuck him until all the pent up sexual energy he had in his body was gone.

The door opened, revealing the much smaller man stripped down to just his boxers. He smiled, briefly, before shoving his lips against his and wrapped his hands around the hemming of his shirt and proceeded to take if off of his toned body.

He was practically in shock when he opened the door and Keon was standing right in front of him- still dressed, staring down at him with an expression that literally only had one possible meaning. The framer almost opened his mouth, some sort of phrase playing on his lips that he didn't even get out when Keon's lips were suddenly crashing against his, biting down and pushing his tongue against the older man's with too much desperation to ignore.

Anakin barely managed to slam the door shut behind them, hands running up and down Keon's suddenly bare sides, fingers lightly toying with a ring on his left nipple, unable to betray a single notions as to what he was feeling on his face. Drawing his lips together with a long sigh, he pulls away, ignoring the way Keon's hand reaches for his arm as he looks down for a minute. "You… never fuckin' answered my question," he said, softly, barely able to keep his gaze focused on anything for more than a few seconds. The room was practically spinning now- so confusing to him.

Hesitating for a second, the ginger quickly let his hand fall to his thin boxers, sliding them off as he gave a look back to Keon, raising his eyebrow. "You like ink?" He said, finally, walking back over to the disguiser and letting his hand curl around the back of the taller's neck, fingers playing with the light blonde curls. "I saved the best for last," he added, attempting to quirk his lips up in addition to the remark- to show some sort of excitement for Keon's being here, or… or whatever he was supposed to do.

Turning around so Keon had a view of his tattooed shoulderblades and lower back, he tried to catch his breath. Unsure of what he was supposed to do from here out, he managed to rasp out a quick, "It's interesting to finally see you in person… all of you." His voice seems almost too deep, too husky, to betray anything but the excitement that's building up in his chest by the minute. "You must've been thinking about this all day."

Keon smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to the man's tattoos. They looked marvelous, rather nice and attractive on his body actually. He pulled them off nicely.. honestly, his entire body was rather nice actually- more healthy than Aki, but still a lot smaller than him. Perfect, nonetheless. Chuckling, he graced his bony, ink stained hips with his palms before moving around to curl fingers around his erected cock. Anakin's body went tense, but thankfully didn't pull away and let him make quick strokes around the tip and shaft of it.

"I can see you have too," he let his lips trail in closer to his body, pressing against his pierced ears. Toying with a metal ring, he thrusted his hips forward gently, using his remaining hand to free his cock from his pants and boxers. "It's nice to see you completely free too, buddy.. fuck, you're a lot better in the flesh than you are in photos. Didn't really seem to do you justice, yeah? Should've given me your number sooner.."

Gently, Keon helped him bend over the bed, stripping out of his boxers as he threw them across the room. He was too into it- Anakin. The older man just seemed.. so stoic and unwelcoming before, but now.. now he was letting him fuck him in the ass and jerk him off, like he really wanted it to happen. As hot as it was, Keon hesitated to go any further for a moment. There was a chance that he was too stunned.. too scared to say no for some reason. Maybe he had doubts about fucking the man, but he worried about pushing him too hard.

"Tell.. tell me if you need to stop, yeah? I'm completely willin' to do whatever you wanna do.. just wanna fuck you, mostly."

He was half out of it, a sudden haziness settling behind his eyes, head too light and heated to really make sense of all this. Barely able to keep his breath steady, too focused on the way Keon's hands felt on his hips and his lips on his neck… it was all far too much to take in. Keon was hot, skin sweaty against his, muscles better defined against his back than anything, only serving to make the framer feel… inadequate.

Shaking his head, he choked out a "Keep going," almost breathlessly, shifting his hips as he tried to steady himself against the side of his thin bed, a shudder running down his spine. He was too… nervous, excited, not even sure what to call it as he managed to force out a whisper of Keon's name. He didn't know if he was supposed to do anything- if the disguiser wanted him to beg or… move. Anakin couldn't seem to focus on anything but staying completely rigid, eyes shutting.

A heavy, shaking breath left his mouth, feeling Keon's hands sliding past his hips, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of his ass, teasing the tattoos on his lower back. He could feel the other's thumb against his entrance, almost surreally, eyes shutting as he felt his cheeks turn red.

"Do… whatever," he said, monotonously.

Keon stopped briefly for another moment, taking a deep breath before pressing his teeth down on his shoulder blade, sucking tenderly at the skin. The way Anakin was pressing back against him made him harder, hesitant for various obvious reasons.. it was hot, nice, perfect.. he didn't know enough words to describe the way he felt right now. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck the tiny ginger until he was screaming.

"You're so tight, man.. don't do this a lot?" Just from that, Keon noticed the small blush on his cheeks deepen, shaking his head. He restrained himself from laughing, barely able to conceal a small smirk playing on his lips. Figures. The poor thing was obviously super scared and unsure of himself.. he needed something to help him figure out how to calm him down enough to get him to enjoy this. Keon hated forcing people to enjoy sex.. it was supposed to be fun, enjoyable.. not mind numbing terrifying.

Continuing to press rough love marks down his back that practically rivaled his brilliant tattoos. Anakin shivered underneath him, dropping slightly so that Keon had to place a hand underneath his body to keep him from falling. Once he was closer to his lower torso, he smirked at the small-ish tramp stamp that covered his lower back. It was cute- something he'd see a younger man inked with.. but hadn't imagined with him.

"Like your tattoo here, Anakin," he brushed a finger over the ink, kissing it fully. "Shows off your real personality.."

"My real personality," the framer said with an amused tone, barely able to prevent the trembling of his thighs at the feel of Keon's slim fingers resting over the tattoo, almost too gently to be believable. "You're cute." It's subtle, but there's some weight carried with it- something that almost seems to ease the situation, the tenseness in his body subsiding almost too easily… Anakin pursed his lips, barely letting a smile pass over them as he turned his head back to stare at Keon.

He looked even less real in this lighting, like some perfectly sculpted statue that was almost too handsome for words… those soft blonde locks of hair, barely tanned skin, the curve of his slim muscles, the way his mouth was almost smirking as he leaned down to press another kiss against the older man's lower back…

Anakin shivered, letting his thighs slide apart from each other just barely, eyes shutting as he looked down to his shaking wrists, bracing his weight on the edge of the bed, exhaling with an almost-chuckle. "Keon, you said you'd make it worth my while…" he trailed off, voice having taken on a near-erotic tone as he shifted his hips against the younger man's. "Try living up to your words, man… or I might not bother touching you back."

Keon chuckled at his words, hands moving underneath his balls to caress them gently. He sounded so.. try-hard sexy? It was cute, appealing enough for him. A part of him wanted to tease him for attacking like this- another part wanted him to continue trying to do dirty talk.. he went with the former side. It'd be so fun to watch Anakin break down underneath him, come into his hands, moan his name thirstily..

Spreading his asscheeks away from each other, he pressed light kisses to the sensitive skin. He felt so soft underneath his lips, tasted perfect in his mouth. Anakin trembled at his touch, a light moan escaping his mouth. All he wanted to do was laugh- never before had he ever thought about what Anakin would sound like when he moaned, it never crossed his mind. It was nice to hear though- a large contrast from the usual dark, monotone voice he used daily. The amount of teasing he'd most likely get from Keon would be never ending..

"F-fuck, baby," he chuckled under his breath, resting his forehead on his cheek. His tongue continued to tease his entrance, pressing close mouthed kisses to the hole. He could feel Anakin thrusting back against his lips, barely able to keep himself from falling against the bed. "Do you wanna get in a more.. comfortable position?"

"You're… rimming me." The statement was low, barely punctuated with even a hint of emotion, barely mentioned before Anakin slid a hand back to grasp at Keon's shoulder, half-awkward and half-desperate, eyes shutting.

It was completely different than anything he'd felt before- the way Keon was all but teasing him, lips pressing light kisses against his spread thighs, his ass, tongue teasing the inside of his hole so well that he couldn't keep the light, feathery moan from leaving his lips. The way his tongue skimmed over the puckered edges of his asshole, almost pushing in and spreading him out with a sudden wetness… fuck, had this ever happened before? He couldn't think of it- the most… contact he'd had in terms of body was being fingered, or given a hand job… other types of… kink didn't count, he didn't think.

Trying to keep himself from thrusting back against Keon's face, Anakin bit down on his lip, sliding up onto the bed and spreading his legs further, unable to maintain the bent-at-the-waist position the younger man had forced him into. When he felt Keon's tongue sliding into him again, it only made a shiver run up his back, muscles tightening and clenching up as he pushed his hips against the sheets with a low groan. This felt so… degrading, almost. He wasn't sure what it was about it that made it so good, actually, just the fact that Keon was so close, seemed to want him so much… it was almost nice.

Letting himself push himself up as much as he thought he could, the framer leaned forward, putting his weight on his elbows as he felt the disguiser continue to suck at his sensitive, untouched skin, fingers spreading him apart further until he could feel the tip of one pressing in just slightly. For a second, he wanted to tell Keon to wait- but what good was that going to do? It'd only make him sound weaker than he already did, like a girl. Fuck.

"M-more," Anakin managed to stutter out, his toes curling. "Fuckin'- Keon, I… damn."

Keon didn't hesitate to bite down on his thighs, moaning his name until he could feel Anakin trembling and spread his legs open more for him. He wondered how often this - sex, blow jobs, rimmings.. any of it - happened for him.. he acted so naive and inexperienced for this all- was this one of the few times that he's ever had one of these before? Given his well known recluse reputation, he wouldn't be surprised if he had only a few occasions in his belt, but he wondered if it only revolved around.. certain kinks, and not actual sex.

If he was correct about it, it wasn't like he'd laugh at him or tease him about it- because there really wasn't anything wrong with it, per se, but it did make him feel weird about doing this. Almost enough to feel bad because he did somewhat force the man to do this- didn't give him a moment to say yes or not about this before he was forcing his tongue down his throat and grabbing his cock. For all he knew, Anakin just wanted to show him his badass tattoos and is only doing this out of obligation. It was a sick thought- and most likely wrong.. when was the last time that Anakin had announced that he didn't like something? Fuck.. the few times he actually heard him talking, it was mostly when he was complaining about something.

Keon licked his lips, panting slightly. He considered pulling out of the boy and just cuddling with him, if he let him. It really wouldn't matter if he did.. he didn't think that Anakin really cared- would probably just be okay with him rimming and fingering his entrance. Keon really didn't know what he wanted to do- he'd love to nail his tight ass and cover his ink with his come, but he felt too unsure on doing anything else thinking about this all. He worried somewhat about Jaina finding out - or; watching through her cameras - and showing Akivya or the entire mafia it all.. he didn't think that Akivya nor Anakin would be able to take it.

And then, he could hear his name whispering on Anakin's lips, body thrusting back against his fingers in a desperate plea for him.

He could barely fathom what was happening, not when all he could feel were Keon's fingers sliding into him, filling his body until he was so tight, clenching around the invasive digits and moaning, unable to keep himself from pulling away even when it felt like he should. Anakin tried to bite down on his lip, cover up the noises and the words that threatened to break free, but it was so difficult, with Keon's free hand massaging his back and his fingers pushing into him, spreading him apart and curling against something that caused him to throw his head back and dig teeth into his tongue with a muted whimper slipping free.

He wants to tell him to stop- that anything more than this would just be unwanted, that Keon shouldn't have wasted his time by trying to get sex from him or anything like that… wanted to tell Keon that sex meant different things for different people and they shouldn't be doing this… but fuck, he was so turned on. The framer couldn't even deny it, his entire body sensitive, trembling at the slightest touch of mouth or caress of hand…

He felt Keon slide fingers out of him, taking the time to turn around so he was on his back, looking up at the younger man and his beautifully sculpted features, thin lips angled in a questioning frown. Anakin took a deep breath, his hand sliding until it was braced between the disguiser's throat and chest, just steadying itself, unwavering. He could feel how wide his eyes must be, wasn't sure how he looked but knew it couldn't be good, nothing like the stoic, blank expression he normally kept.

"Keon, I…" he barely knew what to say. "Just haven't done this before. I… can you just let me think for a few minutes? I didn't even know what you wanted from me until you asked me to send you pics, so… fuck, if I'm not at least a little… I don't know. This is crazy, really. You don't really want this."

The look on Keon's face told him otherwise, hurt and even more confused, almost worried… was he going to cry? As cute as it might have been on a regular basis (the framer had a thing for tears- he didn't think anyone knew,) right now it wasn't something he wanted in the least. Just when he thought Keon was going to stand up, pull away, say something, his voice was uncatching, slipping out again breathlessly.

"Wait… I didn't mean it… like that, I guess. Please, stay. I just don't really… I'm not used to this, you know? I don't do this shit. Unless you're talking via the net, but that's not really the same. Just…" he sucked in a breath. "I… I want you to fuck me, Keon. But I need you to help me… do it? Fuck, how embarrassing." He wanted to curse himself out for the sudden highness of his voice. "Just do something. Whatever the fuck you want. Fuck me- I want you to. I just… I just don't want you to get turned off, because then all this would be for absolutely nothing, and that wouldn't be cool."

Keon nodded hesitantly, leaning down to capture his lips into his and rub his forehead against his exposing shoulderblades. He knew that.. that this was how the situation was most likely going to end up playing out. He really wasn't upset, he didn't think so anyway.. just disappointed that he hadn't of told him already, that he built up to this and then just be shot down like some horny teenage boy. Foreplay was one of his favourite activities to do- he wanted to make Anakin feel comfortable doing this all, so watching him act like this just made him feel a lot worse than he really should be.

"Yeah," he says after pulled away, hands curling around his neck as he looked back up to him. He looked so tired, almost scared of saying anything else in fear of making him even more upset. Keon could only imagine how he looked right now- how upset he looked, and he always did look upset when he felt upset; he was awful at hiding his true feelings. "I'm not gonna force you into doin' anything, okay?" he leaned back up, pressing a soft kiss to his pierced brow. "We can take this slow.. or not at all. Fuck- your photos were hot enough for me, to be honest with you. I don't really mind."

He turned over on his side for a moment, feeling Anakin awkwardly attempting to rest his head on his shoulder. Anakin.. he was cute- confusing and very awkward, but he was someone that he really did enjoy. The naivety and almost insecurity he had was almost charming to a degree, completely erasing the tough, mysterious persona thing he had going on. Of course, he didn't dare voice any of these opinions about the man. He wanted to tease him.. not shatter his self esteem like that.

"H-hey.." the blonde looked down at him, running a hand through his tangled red hair. Anakin briefly looked up at him, fingers toying with his nipple ring, ashamed and brightly coloured still. "If you.. you wanna fuck still, you know. Sit on my lap?"

Shifting uncomfortably, the framer simply stared at Keon for a few moments- the upset look on his face fading into something he couldn't quite place, hand moving up to rest against his, Anakin's fingers letting go of his nipple ring after a few seconds as he glanced back up to meet the disguiser's eyes. Fuck, he must think I'm such a fuckin' idiot- should've gotten better social cues before I decided to try this.

And then what Keon said seemed to kick in and Anakin was raising an eyebrow, frowning slightly. Sit on his lap? What good is that gonna do? Still, he leaned forward with a slight, barely audible kiss to Keon's lips, before pushing him over and swinging a leg over his waist. "Okay, I'm in your lap. What do you want me to do?" His voice seemed too soft, suddenly, almost muted as he waited for the other man to answer with a sigh, flicking his pierced tongue against his lips.

Keon reached down, caressing his inner thigh before slipping around him to stroke his own erected cock closer to Anakin's slick entrance. He was hoping he'd understand what he meant, but it seemed like that went well over his head. To be fair for him though.. he was so confused and nervous, there was no doubt that the inexperienced man wouldn't understand. It wasn't fair for him to be upset at this. At least he was still willing to fuck him, and go along with what he planned.

"That's good.. good. Try to impale yourself on my cock.. Promise it'll be good for you. You'll like it."

Fuckin' hell… was the only thought that crossed his mind, looking down at Keon with something he imagined was similar to distaste, raising an eyebrow. When Keon simply looked back at him, a smirk on his face, Anakin sighed, loudly. Pushing his hips forward against Keon's, he felt the other give a soft, low pitched moan as he spread his legs apart just a tad more, his ass pressed right against Keon's cock.

Slowly, he pushed himself down, sinking onto the blonde's length with an almost impossible tension in his body, his spine locking up at the feeling of being penetrated, by someone's dick, nonetheless. It was different- than all the nozzles and that one sex toy Nanashi had given him on some random occasion, but… fuck, it was almost better, to feel Keon moving against him, hips bucking forward against his body with a low groan.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Anakin asked almost cockily, wishing almost that he could lean down and press his lips to Keon, but… it just fucking hurt. Closing his eyes, he tried not to focus on the pain that had suddenly started to grow, before blinking them open to see Keon staring back at him.

"Shit, man…" he muttered softly. "Okay. Move. Don't make me beg."

"But begging's part of the fun," he teased, leaning in to peck a kiss on his shoulder blade tattoo. The unamused look he got made him smirk again, lightly thrusting his hips against him. He was too unsure of what he really wanted.. Anakin looked scared almost, hesitant on admitting he liked it or not. Keon worried it was the latter due to the pained look on his face, nails digging into thighs. This could easily be one of the first times that he's ever had penetrative sex too.. he didn't really think having a hose fucked inside Anakin really counted. It was the only known experience he knew he had too.. fuck, he asked to have Keon show him how to have sex even. Technically, he was taking away his virginity.

Licking his lips, he reached a hand down wrap three fingers around his thin cock, stroking it gently against his stomach. He was so hard, impossibly hard really, he didn't know what Anakin wanted now.. did he even like being jerked off? Keon always found hand jobs to be rather hot and exciting, one of his favourite thing to do to his partners.. maybe he could convince Anakin to like it.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, retracing a hand to place on his hips to steady himself better. He could barely keep up with the pace now, rough and untimed. As hot as it was, the ginger just riding his cock.. he wanted to feel some pleasure too. "Slow down.. let me get into a rhythm too, baby."

Almost flustered at the comment, Anakin barely found the voice to say, "Yeah, sure, man." He almost thought he should apologize too, but it just seemed so… strange, to be apologizing during sex. Fuck, he wanted this to be hot, not some amateur jack off session with him acting like an inexperienced teenage girl. The thought was almost annoying- actually, it was annoying. Very much so.

Still, he slowed his pace, lightly thrusting against Keon's hips, rutting his lower body against the other's thick cock, the way it felt so insanely hard… kind of small, to be fair, but it was nice. He liked it, the framer thought to himself. In a sense, it was like he was losing his virginity- fuck, Keon was so perfect, underneath him with his hands on the older's hips, pulling him even further down. It was… sexy.

"This- ah- d-doesn't… r-relationship with us now… n-not going to change, but… fuck, it feels so goddamn good, Keon. Y-you're the only one I'd let do this to me- nngh, fuck. Harder, Keon, shit-"

Keon couldn't conceal the growing smirk on his face, licking his lips with a soft pant. Watching Anakin act like this.. moan, beg, and fucking quiver, it was beyond fucking hot for him. He wanted him to do this more.. a lot more. Wanted him to do this constantly, just ride his thick cock daily and let him come inside of him. It was too hot to pass up..

And then he could feel Anakin shiver on top of him, moaning his name loudly before hot come leaked down his chest. The ginger was barely able to hold himself up by a shaky arm, staring down at him with rosy cheeks and drool halfway leaking down his swollen lips. He tried to give him a light smile, panting lightly. It wasn't a moment later when he could feel the ever familiar shiver going through his back and emptying out of his cock, filling the older man with his sweet release. Anakin didn't seem to mind it, thankfully, licking his bright coloured lips tugging up in a small smile.

"Fuck.. sorry," he leaned in the best he could, caressing the side of his face. "Want.. want me to make up for that too?"

His hand felt nice, brushing against the side of Anakin's cheek gently enough that it seems almost imagined. The framer half wanted to cherish the embrace, push his head against Keon's hand and feel more of the sweet, small touches, but it's too… too much. He can barely understand why his heart is speeding up at the motion, looking down at Keon with his mouth open, unable to do anything but let out ragged breaths, squirming against Keon's cock, still buried inside his ass.

"Don't fuckin' make up for i-it," the older got out, his voice cracking as he tried to steady himself over Keon, giving up after a moment and slumping down on top of the disguiser's body, his head spinning. "God… I feel like such an idiot right now…" he mused, licking his lips briefly as he felt cum staining the back of his thighs, leaking down his legs in a manner that was almost… pleasant. Was it supposed to feel like this?

"It's stupid, and really, really bad of me to ask at this point, but… do you… want to just lie down… get to know each other?" He rolled off Keon's body, falling onto the soiled bedsheets beside him, looking over to him with a brow raised. "I'm really bad at this whole 'friends' thing- or lovers, or whatever- if you couldn't tell."

Keon smiled, pulling the boy closer to his body. He was so warm, covered in sweat and his release, but otherwise pleasant to touch.. it felt nice, for once. He enjoyed cuddling with Akivya after they fucked, but lately they never did. It was all only done for pleasure and desperation because of Akivya's condition, not out of the fact that he wanted to make love to his husband.. right after they both came, Akivya either left or went to continue to masturbate.. it wasn't fun like it used to be before Vita had decided to stick a fucking dagger inside him that caused it.

"Yeah.. I'd like that," Keon pressed his lips to his cheek, moving to completely entrap the boy in his arms. He smelled so nice still.. he didn't think it was real. Maybe he was too tired now, most likely he was, but he still plunged his face in the crease of his neck and kissed it softly. "So.. tell me about yourself, Anakin?"

"What's there to tell?" The framer answered, tilting his head to the side to better expose his neck to Keon, a hand sliding around to grasp the younger man's arm, hand tracing over the skin just enough to cause a slight shiver from the blonde. Huffing, Anakin rolled onto one side so he was facing Keon, offering the younger man a tiny smirk before deciding on the proper words.

"Fine. Anakin. Recluse, loser and hopeless wreck. Not the mysterious asshole everyone thinks I am, although I'd prefer that. Also nothing like my namesake, Anakin Skywalker. Even though I'm sure the mafia is considered 'the dark side' in Salem. Fuck my parents for being movie junkies. I'm sure my sister didn't like being named Nyota Uhura either- yeah, sadly, that's not a joke." A pause. "What about you?"

Keon concealed a smirk. "Sadly for you, I'm not that interesting.. I'm just the simple disguiser, beloved by everyone and hated by none. Sometimes referred to as daddy, but otherwise known as Keon. Not really sure what you want me to say about myself, really.. I can easily just sell you my biography if it'll help you, Skywalker."

He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss his inked shoulder once more. There really wasn't anything that he could tell him to make him sound interesting.. not that he was really willing to share. Anything before he joined the mafia was to be ignored.. no one was allowed to know. Didn't really want people pitying him or pretend he was below them. "Immigrated here when I was twelve with Vita in tow, mom died when I was thirteen.. and then got here. That's about it."

"More interesting than me," Anakin finally said, scoffing slightly. "I bet there's a lot more to you than that… you can tell everything about me by looking at me now. My only friend is my tattoo artist, I learned everything I know about being social by watching the rest of you, half the phrases I know related to sex I borrowed from Nanashi, and the only thing I really care about is ink." He paused, giving Keon a once-over. "I think you'd look nice with a tattoo. Something small. Nice nips though," he flicked one of the piercings with his thumb. "I guess it shows your real character."

Keon brushed a hand through Anakin's scraggly red hair. "Thanks.. you should see my other ring.. shows my character even better." He winked, quietly laughing underneath his breath. His phone rang from his jeans, a familiar ring tone that he absolutely knew who it belonged too- Akivya. Quickly moving off the sheets, he flipped the screen open to read: I have something I need to confess to u.

Keon wasn't sure exactly what to make of it- wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing. The seeming blunt quality of the text was different than it usually was for Akivya- his husband was always the type to be excitable. Lots of letters, punctuation and emotes were common for Akivya. A message like this wasn't. Hesitating, Keon typed back a quick what's up?

It was a few seconds before the phone flashed again, another message appearing on the screen. This one was long- more than Akivya usually texted, which only served to make Keon's stomach drop.

:/ i've been seeing Gioia for a couple months. like, seeing her seeing her. um… it started before you and i were a couple, really. she and i had flings. and then you know, when she visited to apologize? i just… i had to be honest with you, bunbun. you matter more to me than anything. if i… if you're upset about it… just let me know. i couldn't keep holding it back any longer.

Keon couldn't help the growing pains that burrowed even further into his stomach at each letter. He didn't even know what to say.. he never expected for Akivya actually cheat on him. Well, he had his suspensions after watching Akivya sweating profusely and dripping in cum right after Gioia had ran out crying.. but he didn't ever wanted to think of that. The blonde couldn't figure out if he was upset or not.. because he really shouldn't be. Fuck- he was lying right down next to Anakin.. was he really in any position to way if it was mad or not.

A bit hypocritical, right?

i had my suspicions, you know? tbh i cant be mad at u :\

He licked his lips again, sighing as he pulled closer to Anakin's body, who stared up at him confused and unsure of what to do. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against Anakin's briefly before pulling out and whispering a faint, "say cheese," and snapped a picture of the two of them lip locked. It felt.. degrading for Anakin, he had to admit this to himself.. fuck- he knew that he was married, so it wouldn't come out a surprise, would it?

im sorry baby

Anakin couldn't keep his nerves from acting up, his breath suddenly heavy, speeding up almost to an extreme as he looked up at Keon. He wanted to shout- to ask him what the fuck do you think you're doing? or bloody fuck, Keon, nobody's supposed to see-

Cutting himself off, he took some deep breaths, biting down on his lower lip before flicking his eyes up to the disguiser, unsure. He tried to calm himself down, staring at his tattooed arm while running a hand through his red hair, looking over to the side table and making a grab for his glasses. Keon was standing, looked almost upset when he finally focused in on the man's face- he almost had to question if he'd done something to the younger man.

"Keon… what's the picture for?" He asked, voice low. "You're not… not supposed to. You- not with me. Nobody can know anything like… like this. Jaina- she'd find out, her and Vita. You fucking know it."

Almost as soon as he got the words out, Keon's phone buzzed with another text, the disguiser immediately unlocking it and looking down at the bright screen.

oh my god. you did not. xDDD how?

Keon sighed at the look of the framer, reaching out to caress his cheek again. He needed to explain why he had done that.. he really didn't want to though, not when he saw how upset and terrified the man was.. Jaina wouldn't ever be able to figure out how to see this.. fuck, he even deleted the photo right after he said it. "It's for Akivya.. don't worry about it, okay? I promise Jaina won't get it, baby.. chill? She can't get onto my phone, not ever.."

He leaned in again, pressing a kiss on his cheek. His words didn't seem to calm him down any.. if only, they seemed to make him feel worse. Sighing, he wrapped his hands over his shoulders and nudged his forehead against his neck. "Really. Anakin.. with the amount of shit I have on my phone.. if she wanted to get on, she'd have gotten on it already. We're fine.."

Looking up at Keon, Anakin shivered briefly, flicking his tongue against his swollen lips as he shut his eyes. It already felt too fucking weird- to have Keon here, with him, pressed against him and...why would he be showing this to Akivya? The thought was enough that the framer almost wanted to cringe, pulling away from Keon and looking at him with a blank expression.

"So, you and Akivya…" he paused, drawing in a deep breath. "What am I to you, Keon? Did you make a bet with your husband about me? About how reclusive I am and how easy it would be to get me out of my clothes? Did you tell him you were going to fuck me? Is that all I fucking am to you, man? I… I thought…"

Keon stared at him in confusion, shaking his head. The fact that he was thinking this just made him feel even worse.. Keon genuinely liked him and wanted to fuck him.. "What? No! Anakin.. fuck, right now, you're sorts my lover," he grabbed his hands. "Fuck.. I wouldn't even use my worst enemy like that. Not to you even.. I like you, baby, really."

He looked back down to his phone, licking his lips. Typing a quick ill tell u later. The blonde tried to embrace the man, only to be shoved back. His heart twitched. "Seriously, baby.. I do. Akivya didn't even know. Fuck- I wouldn't.. wouldn't send you nudes in the middle of a meeting if it was because of a bet. Besides.. you reached out to me. Why would I do that to you?"

He had to turn the words over in his head for a moment. The chill in his spine hadn't subsided, almost wanting him to shake harder- attempting to raise his head so he could look Keon in the eye, he fiddled with the metal ring in his brow, clenching his teeth. It was true- for the most part, or at least it made sense… somewhat, but… Keon didn't seem like the type to send nudes during a meeting if he didn't have a reason. Or… he'd texted him back. Anakin was the one who approached him, and he just…

"I feel like a total dick," the older man admits, ruffling his hair with one hand before sighing, and moving closer to Keon again. "I know you wouldn't… do anything like that. Fuck's sake, I just… I don't really do… people. You know, just… trust issues, or whatever shit they say nowadays. It wasn't… I just… I like you, Keon. You seem like a fun guy. Nice, charming- whatever. I don't know how this even happened, but… I don't want you to fuckin' leave."

"And I won't.." He leaned in again, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "Don't worry, okay? I won't leave tonight.. we can stay here and just hang, kay?"

Anakin's lip twitched in amusement, letting his hand curl around the back of Keon's neck, pulling his head down so he was staring the ginger directly in the eye. "And do what?"

Keon smirked, pulling Anakin closer to his body. His lips briefly met his, tongue tracing his bottom one before his fingers slipped under the frame of his glasses and let them drop against the bedside table. "Come here.. let me show you."