If there was a more powerful booster to the ego than an absurdly beautiful man wanting to have sex with you, Raha discovered that would be the very same man coming undone to not much more than kissing you. Or so he thought, and he quickly figured out that wasn't precisely accurate.
Because even more high-inducing power trip was the same man wanting him – in perpetuity – to an absurd degree. Apparently, that beautiful and fucking hot male barely had any inhibitions in letting his desires be known – and he was dizzy with how much that turned him on.
Waking up Saturday morning – after the evening shift – he was cranky and sleep-deprived, since without plans in mind, normally he would sleep well into the afternoon. That – him having no other plans than shopping later and maybe watching a movie in the evening – obviously changed. But he figured out quickly that adjusting his plans for the weekend felt pretty damn rewarding past Senri's mind-bending confession. If he still couldn't help but wonder what was more shocking: the fact his boss thought he was in love with him – or the idea that this painfully beautiful man was a virgin.
It genuinely bent his mind backward, even when thinking of it, if he weren't so locked in the standard perception of what the experience of someone who looked like Senri should be, it wasn't that difficult for him to pick up the subtle cues in the male's behavior once that perception shattered.
Well, hardly subtle, considering that quickly it became apparent that having no romantic or sexual experience – at least in Senri's unique case – came along with mind-numbing eagerness and a complete lack of inhibitions.
First of all, Raha discovered that when their… situation by the door of his apartment, swiftly escalated. But considering that he spent those three weeks downright perpetually drowning in denial mixed with regret of not taking up Senri on the offer… Well, it wasn't that surprising. Plus, honestly, the idea of being his first was far too fucking hot and tempting to resist.
Especially when anything he lacked in experience, Senri more than made up in enthusiasm.
Perhaps even too well, was his somewhat hazy thought about two hours after opening the door – which was more than enough for him to end up back in bed, if this time with one scorching hot addition. Massive, sexy like hell, and extremely enthusiastic to learn addition…
And despite the initial uncertainty it was fucking clear as day that Senri had not only natural inclination to dominate but also discovered and learned in a flash weaknesses that Raha wasn't even aware of having.
Even if it was quite a while ago since he had sex with another male, in college, and his memory was a little hazy… he quickly figured out that any of his previous lovers and experiences paled in comparison to fireworks that ignited inside him with Senri's barest touch.
Having in thought the idea – mind-bending as it was – of it being a gorgeous male's first time, he had a very good idea to take it slow, but that notion – and honestly any sane thought – fled his brain in a rush the moment following pretty matter-of-fact instructions, one of Senri's long fingers pressed inside him and effortlessly found and nailed his prostate. The sensation was so staggering, that Raha almost yowled arching under the massively bigger male, and wholly missed the sight of fascination written all over his to-be lover's beautiful face. A fascination that swiftly turned into the determination of mind-blowing proportions to apparently drove him completely out of his goddamn mind.
Covering his mouth with his own, and greedily swallowing his breathless moans, Senri set to experiment, turning it into a torture by the time three of his fingers slid inside him with ease. Only with his head completely empty of anything but the deafening thunder of his heartbeat, Raha could honestly do nothing but let him play. With his arms crossed at their wrists and effortlessly pinned by Senri's free hand – he didn't even know when and how that happened – and with other Seeker's sandpaper tongue lapping up the sounds he was only vaguely aware of making, he could do nothing but focus on sensations wrecking his body.
And the freedom it tasted of – letting his lover completely overpower and control his body – was like a fucking high. He was so intoxicated by it, that he only whined right in Senri's hungry, hungry mouth in answer to his raspy purring when he shifted over him. Freed his hand and bracing his elbows around him, Raha only from far away registered the way Senri released his hands for a second only to thread his fingers through his own, and his hands clenched around them, nails digging into pale skin when he arched with a mindless groan when his lover's dick slowly pressed inside him.
Senri pulled back from his mouth with a whimper, and then buried his head against his shoulder, both panting raggedly for the air swollen with a heady mix of their scents.
"…fuuuck…" he whined on a choked breath and froze when Raha squeezed his thighs around his sides like a vice, squirming for more. "Don't… Don't m-move…" Senri's deep voice sounded against his throat more like a desperate plea than order, but Raha couldn't care, burning inside out and not even aware of his nagging, noisy purring. He was too out of it to even register turning his head and insistently nuzzling against Senri's throat, trembling and shifting under his weight to feel more. "…please, babe… don't… c-can't hurt you… Fuuuck…" he whimpered through his teeth, while his hips flinched and Raha moaned at the feeling. "Please…" Senri's fingers grew tight against his own like a vice, and his breath sped up against his throat into a nearly panicky rhythm. That mix with a combo of his scent thickening with an offensive note of fear finally shook him out… some.
"It's… fine," he gasped, then deliberately crossed his ankles at his lover's back, simultaneously spreading soft, butterfly kisses on his sweat-dampened skin wherever he could reach. "I'm not going to b-break, Senri. I'm good, better than ever," he admitted then hissed through his teeth, tightening his legs around him and forcing him deeper. "So… gooood…" he whined on the air rushing out of his lungs when reassured and following his movement, Senri pushed the rest of the way in and snarled against his skin. The back of Raha's head pressed in the pillow as he panted shallowly, somehow feeling both stuffed beyond anything he experienced before and like it wasn't even close to enough. He could feel Senri's heart thundering against his own, and his lover's downright hissing breaths made his ears press tight against his head in bliss. Made him feel drunk on heady surge of power, with every throb of that scorching flesh inside him and the feeling of that undeniably massive and powerful body covering him and the shudders wrecking it. Hid dick, pinned down to his abdomen by Senri's overheated weight throbbed in a warning, undeniably leaking pre-cum with every sensation bombarding his nerve endings.
No, it never felt like this before, he thought numbly, then with premeditation Raha rocked his hips slowly and involuntarily grinned at the breathy growl against his throat. "Mooove," he moaned, shifting his legs only to dig his heels into Senri's lower back.
"D-Don't… Can't," his lover breathed, even as his hips matched Raha's demand, grinding into him before setting into the barely-there push and pull, giving his overstimulated senses a maddening sensation of fucking deep friction. "Can't, babe… Can't…" Senri panted in his skin like a mantra, yet with every word the flex of his body grew harder, deeper – tearing a desperate gasped moans and whimpers with every increasingly rough stroke over his prostate. "Gods, it feels… Can't…" Senri growled and with the next thrust of his hips, Raha discovered a whole new level of mind-numbing pleasure. Again and again, until he was nearly mewling with every stroke as his lover soon inadvertently rubbed against his cock while pulverizing his insides. Up until he couldn't take more, coming with a resounding moan as his body locked in a mind-numbing flood of dizzying pleasure.
That hit even higher than possible when Senri choked on a breathless snarl, then whined in a prolonged sound as the damp heat of his cum filled him up. He sagged on top of him into a shuddering heap of muscle, panting raggedly while rocking into him in staggering movement. And the downright blinding satisfaction that flooded his chest was nearly as heady as the way his heart trembled in sweet affection when he freed his hands from now limp grip of his lover's and he gingerly slipped the fingers of his right into the soaked dark hair at the back of Senri's longish hair. He couldn't help but smile, even despite still a staggering fight to calm his breath, when to that Senri purred, lazily nuzzling his nose against his throat. And he could only snort an amused sound when ringing between his ears subsided and he realized what that absurdly beautiful man was doing.
"Are you sniffing me?" He chuckled, using his fingers to delicately massage his scalp with growing confidence.
"Mhmm," Senri sighed dreamily and wholly devoid of shame. "I thought you smelled good before, Raha, but now…? Fuck, bottle this shit up and we make a fortune, babe."
He snorted, then laughed softly until Senri shifted and braced his elbows around his head. Then he kissed him, a sweet, soft, and tender caress that made Raha's heart flip and his lips tingle before his lover lifted his head and sent him the most heart-wrecking grin yet.
…and he as firmly broke it, too, with blinding devotion of his pale blue eyes and sweetly shy perfection of his smile.
"I love you," he whispered and again kissed him before Raha could even gather his bearings. And he let himself drown in his taste, at least for a moment letting his staggering heart enjoy the fantasy of these words being true.
By the end of the weekend, Senri felt gracious enough to forgive karma for the bitchiness – for obvious reasons – before that rude bitch returned with vengeance on Monday.
Okay, his fault for letting two days of brain-wreaking pleasure distract him and completely blindside him to give her an opening, but still.
That being – of course – the fucking epiphany of realization that hit his dumb ass square between his eyes when he stepped out of the shower in his penthouse and saw his own stupidly lovesick grin in the fogged mirror. Because despite seeing Raha barely two hours earlier, after over two whole days of eagerly learning everything that made him come apart in his arms like he was fucking made for it, he already was dying to see him again. To touch him, kiss him, and listen to his music of a voice turn into raspy addiction.
The point being, he froze and his stupid grin fell when he realized that he wouldn't be able to, due to the rules he invented. And if he didn't want to look like a fucking last hypocrite, it meant that he was in for a hell that made the previous three weeks seem like a walk in the park – and what karma for sure meant to be only foreplay.
Dressing in a suit, he scowled throughout at his reflection, cringing every time he imagined being near Raha and not being able to touch him.
Especially while these two days were more than enough to convince him that Raha was perfect for him, in more ways than he ever imagined possible.
Despite lack of experience – and interest, beforehand – Senri had in his life three great examples of amazing relationships to frame his expectations on. His parents who after over thirty years of happy marriage to this day could hardly keep their hands off each other, embarrassing their three sons to absurd degrees at times. His older brother, Hades, started dating Hyth after falling for him at first sight, and both spent a few hilarious – from their perspective – months dancing around each other in awkward courting. Up until their eldest brother, Ares, had enough facepalming and threw a party during which he involved Senri – fifteen at the time – into locking their obstinate brother and his 'best friend' in one room until they resolved their issues. Which they did – spectacularly – and now, ten years later, they were happily married and still madly in love. Third would be his best friend since high school, Alisaie, and her now five years long relationship with Themis – they met in college and with whom Senri roomed throughout – whom just the previous weekend he spent a day helping his pal pick an engagement ring to make Alisaie swoon. And, of course, this week booking the whole of Seventh Heaven for his friends' benefit to give Themis a chance to 'pop' the question Senri more than already knew the answer to.
So, even if he didn't think that he would ever date – much less have a relationship while having a quite severe aversion to touch alongside his asexuality – this weekend ended up teaching him quite a lot about what he wanted, adding to what he considered a good relationship basing on those examples.
The thing was, Senri was well-fucking-aware that he was fucking stubborn and – as often accused by his brothers – spoiled. And well aware of the effect his appearance had on others – which until now he considered a curse. Not many people realized why both he and Ares before him – both sharing that cross inherited from their father – were very young when their Dad started to teach them self-defense and their Mom nearly beat in their heads to never, ever let others' ideas and expectations poison their minds with ideas that they owed them anything they didn't. Why anyone their parents hired at their house was not only carefully screened, but gagged on the reaction to their father before being allowed anywhere near their children. And why whenever older, when Senri heard anyone say they would like to look like him, he only gave empty laughter in reply or snark about how they had no clue what sort of harassment his stupid face invited.
Because apparently of you're a man – especially one who looked like him and his brother – meant that saying no to horny bitches wasn't natural. He at least was lucky, he knew, quickly making friends with Alisaie in elementary school. While they were thick as thieves, most automatically assumed that they were dating by high school and genuinely feared his friend's – by then – legendary and volatile temperament. They simply didn't deny those assumptions up until she started dating Themis. His eldest brother, Ares, wasn't so lucky and by now – nearing thirty – and despite his career, he was probably the most cynical person Senri ever knew. Jaded to a point where he struggled to connect him to the memories of his silliest brother, always daydreaming and teaching him to follow his heart. Who when he was little, genuinely believed everyone has that one perfect person waiting to be found. The one perfect person worth waiting for.
Plainly, Ares was romantic – and idealist – up until at sixteen a horrid bitch drugged and raped him. A mother of his high school friend and their mother's friend, to boot. And traumatized him not only for months claiming he wanted it to everyone willing to listen, but by obsessively harassing him and for a while even pretending that it resulted in pregnancy. Despite being only eleven at the time, and how much his family tried to shield him, he was still sometimes haunted by nightmares of that time. Of watching the drastic change in his brother – and with their uncanny similarity – knowing it could be him one day. That no matter how strong or careful you are, it is enough to make the mistake of trusting the wrong person. That even if you're a victim of something so horrible, there would be no shortage of people saying that you're weird or wrong for not enjoying it.
"Wow, you look like someone spit in your drink," he heard suddenly and flinched, brutally returned to reality, then looked owlishly toward the door of his bedroom. "Yo, little brother," Ares saluted playfully with a familiar – trademark – crooked grin and for a moment Senri only blinked toward him numbly.
Speak of the devil, he finally unfrozen and beamed. "Yo, yourself. What are you doing here?" He stalked across the room then crushed his ribs in a bear hug before pulling back and instantly frowning as he looked him over. "You lost weight, asshole."
"Still pretty, though," Ares smirked arrogantly, then shoved him away and rolled his sky-blue eyes when he wouldn't stop frowning. "Sen, chill. Just a rough weekend."
"More like a month," he snarked, watching him while his brother dropped to sit on the edge of his bed. "What gives? You look like a ghost. And don't waste my time bullshitting, okay?"
Ares glared for a moment, then finally signed and leaned back on his arms, smiling weakly.
"Think I'm done, Sen. With acting, these people, just… everything," he admitted and then shook his head when Senri scowled and opened his mouth. "This time I'm serious, little brother."
"But… you love acting," he said, crouching in from of him. Ares sighed again, then picked up a tie lying beside him and leaned in, tying it around Senri's neck and then smoothing his collar before he answered.
"I do, but I don't love the bullshit that comes along with it," he sounded tired as he was waved between them in a vague gesture, then pointed above his head. "I've had it, Sen, above there lately. Do you think I look shit? Try to deal with a fucking psychos, hm?"
"Ah," he sighed and looked him over carefully as he stood up. "Another stalker?"
"Mhmm," Ares ran his fingers through his hair with frustration. "If this one is worse. Broke in my apartment a month ago and trashed it with 'love letters,'" he made quote marks in the air and both grimaced. "And I couldn't get a full night's sleep since. So, wrapped up what I was obliged to do, sold the place, and though I've bother my favorite brother until I find a new place and decide what to do with myself."
"Now I'm your favorite brother?" He snarked, then offered him his hand then pulled him up. Ares was slightly taller than him but really looked like lost at least a few good kilos since he's last seen him. "You want Hades to kick our asses, or what?"
"I'm not in a mood to watch him and Hyth fawn over each other," his brother shrugged, rolling his eyes again, but at least smiling more genuinely. "At least with you I'm safe of lovesick idiot…" he trailed off, frowning while Senri looked away, feeling the heat that hit his face. "Huh?"
"I've… Um," he cleared his throat awkwardly, then shrugged helplessly before he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Not a case, bro. I've met someone and, um… I'm pretty sure he's my 'One.'"
"Oh, wow," Ares fell back on the edge of the bed but grinned when Senri looked his way with a completely red face. "Seriously? I thought you're Ace."
"I did, too… Until he showed up," he shrugged again, shifted uncomfortably, then groaned loudly and sat beside his brother heavily. "But he doesn't believe me," he admitted and ran his hand through his hair with frustration. "And he works for me, too…"
"Hold it right there," Ares snorted, then wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "And get back to the beginning. Who is he?"
"Raha," he sighed dreamily. "His name is Raha, and he's a new barman at Heaven. He basically showed up three weeks ago and he's driving me insane since. He's cute, smart, funny, adorable, and… And I nearly jumped him the first day," he admitted, smiling ruefully when his brother snorted with disbelief. "Seriously, Ares… If he didn't reject me, I would probably…"
"He rejected you?" Ares asked, then wiggled his eyebrows when he pouted. "Sounds like someone I have to meet."
"He's taken," he growled instantly and then cringed when Ares grinned again. "I mean… I think."
"You think?" his brother's voice shook with laughter and Senri growled under his breath, shoving his elbow in his side.
"Not funny, asshole," he muttered when that only made Ares laugh louder. "This weekend, well… I got him to reconsider but every time I've told him I'm in love with him I could see he doesn't believe…"
"Wait," Ares paused him again. "He rejected you, and your first reaction was telling him you love him? Like… I wouldn't believe you, either," he shrugged his shoulders when Senri sent him an incredulous glare. "I mean, if I didn't know you, Sen? From his perspective, speaking plainly, it would be easy to assume you got hooked precisely because he rejected you, no?"
"I thought so, too… At first," he admitted reluctantly, wrinkling his nose. "And because he's so cute it should be illegal. And smells like sin. And his eyes – without lenses, he has worn since I've met him – are naturally ruby red. Some genetic anomaly," he added when his brother hummed with confusion. "Blew my mind, no lie… But then we had the most fucking amazing weekend in my life and… I don't even mean sex… which was mind-bending awesome… but… He's perfect," he sighed dramatically, grinning stupidly when Ares sniggered. "Seriously. He can cook and everything he makes tastes amazing. He likes all the same movies and games I do, he doesn't mind cuddling and fits in my arms like a glove. He writes in his free time, wants to save up to move away from people in general, and loves cats. And…"
"Okay, okay…" Ares snorted and put his free hand over his mouth. "Sounds like he really got under your skin, little brother," and he laughed softly when Senri nodded briskly. "Still, maybe give him some time before proposing?" and he blinked rapidly when Senri cringed and looked between his boots. "Don't tell me you already did?"
"By accident," he muttered under Ares's hand. "My brain was malfunctioning. And not like he took it seriously… The first time," he admitted and cringed again when his brother laughed hysterically.
"So how many times did you propose?" He managed after a moment and Senri shrugged, refusing to look at him as his face heated unbearably. "Senri, spill."
"Three… No, four," he finally mumbled, folding his hands together between his knees. "Maybe six… I think." Could be eight, because by the evening yesterday that filter between my brain and mouth completely shut down. Not that Ares needed to know that. "But he only smile or laugh or kiss me and… I think he doesn't believe it was serious. Or that I'm really in love with him."
"Did he tell you that he loves you?" his brother's voice sounded softer and Senri shrugged.
"He doesn't have to," he admitted, then grinned, turning toward him. "You can't imagine it until you see him, Ares, but he's like… beyond open book, you know? What he thinks and feels is right there, written all over his face and his eyes are so fucking expressive… I know he loves me."
"But he didn't say it?" his brother prodded.
"No, but…"
"…which likely means that he doesn't trust you," Ares arched his eyebrows when Senri's mouth snapped shut and he frowned. Then his older brother sighed and shook his head. "I know you believe that deeds matter more than words, Sen, but it isn't always the case. Sometimes words are a form of submission that can also tie in with trust. And rarely people who weren't raised like we were would understand your ridiculously devoted nature, baby brother. So, this Raha of yours probably needs time to learn your very special brand of obsession, hm? Plus, did you bother to learn about his experience?"
"I mean…" he shrugged, shifting under his brother's arm uncomfortably. "I know he's more experienced, but I don't care…"
"Our experience shapes us, Sen," his brother's voice emptied of emotion and Senri cringed, opening his mouth to apologize just to snap it shut when Ares shook his head and then flicked him on the nose. "And it's not about sex, okay? Family, friends, lovers, etc… Every single person is important because they touch upon our lives, hearts, and minds – and change us. Maybe simply there's a good reason why that boy of yours has a difficult time trusting, okay? So, instead of freaking him out with constant proposals and confessions, give him time to learn he can and should trust you… But, eh, what do I know, right?" He smiled ruefully and Senri frowned.
"Why…?" He asked hesitantly. "It didn't work out with…?" He choked, trying to remember the name of his brother's latest girlfriend, and came up empty.
"No," Ares snorted at his expression, then ruffled his hair before standing up. As he did, his expression hardened into a cruel mask. "Tossed the bitch aside after she had the nerve to whine about a ring after banging my co-star. Laughed something fierce about it too, because apparently in her worldview sleeping with another woman doesn't count as cheating," he shrugged, then offered him his hand. "Not that I cared, though… Until following the argument about the ring caught flushing birth control pills and trying to switch them with aspirin."
"That's fucking dumb," he admitted, considering that even he knew that Ares was pretty fucking open about not wanting children. Not after what that insane bitch put him through, anyway.
"Maybe next I'll try dating a guy," his older brother assumed his trademark grin, shrugging when Senri snorted. "Even if that's probably going to make Mom cry, might be a nice change of pace."
"Mom wouldn't care," Senri rolled his eyes, then slapped his brother's shoulder. "Just don't get ideas of swiping my redhead, brother, or I might bite you."
"Kinky," Ares laughed, then both snorted. "Don't worry, though… Might be a while before I feel like dating, much less going for a guy. If now you must introduce me to that wonder of yours."
"Okay," he agreed, then chucked his watch. "Actually, he should be about getting here… To Heaven, I mean."
Which was sitting on the seventh floor of the same building as his penthouse – a fact that made Raha adorably flush this morning. Mostly because that made him realize that that first night they met he was pretty damn determined to get in his pants… and he beamed at the idea of dragging his cute behind up here after work. Maybe surviving until then would be easier, imagining all the wicked ways he could…
"Fuck, but you have it bad," Ares snorted and he blinked rapidly with surprise, then flushed up to his hairline when his eldest brother pointed toward his crotch, soon laughing hysterically when Senri groaned, turning away from him. "That guy really must be something else."
"You'll see," he sighed, then looked at his watch again. "Just… give me a moment, and I'll buy you a drink if you don't mention this – anything – to Mom... yet."
"That's fair, she would freak," Ares snorted, then wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Senri's shoulder. "Can you imagine, her precious baby finally hooking up? Want to bet she's going to have Dad give you the Speech?"
"Gods, no," he grimaced when his brother snorted. Only he skipped the Speech – never dating – and he was glad to avoid it overall. The thought of that was however enough to help with his issue, and Senri motioned toward the door with his chin. "Come on, jackass… Just remember he's taken, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah," his brother sounded a little too careless for his liking, considering that Senri knew they shared more than their appearance. But he reassured himself with a thought that his brother might be joking about dating a guy next, but to his knowledge Ares never did.
…he should have known that karma wasn't yet done fucking with him, though.
Setting up his station behind the bar, Raha was – admittedly – nervous like hell. Nodding along to Shtola's enthusiastic tale of her weekend – because Rahm took her Saturday to an amusement park and they had a blast – made him feel quite torn. About three hours since Senri left him breathless at the threshold of his apartment was more than enough to let his insecurities poke up their nasty heads when he realized that he never thought to ask him… what are they?
Because no amount of mind-blowing orgasms and Senri's hilarious tendency to spew confessions and proposals changed he was still pretty sure that he was going to get bored as soon as the initial rush of the first sexual experience would wear off. He couldn't deny that chemistry between them was combustive – considering that most of that weekend turned into a fucking marathon that overshadowed any of his earlier experience, but… Senri was just too fucking hot and funny, and sweet for him. Sure he acted now like he couldn't see the world beside him, but so did he feel about the girl he lost his virginity with as a teenager.
So did he think about Miya, too – until she broke his heart. And now…? He couldn't help but cringe every time he thought of her. Of them both, since that first love of his didn't turn out to be much better.
Right now, the only thing he knew for certain was that he didn't want Senri to cringe one day when thinking about him. So no matter how much his 'I love you's' made his heart flip-flop, he as hard fought to not let it go to his head. Because even if for his heart it was already too fucking late, he refused to believe this fantasy-turn-reality could lead to anything but heartbreak once that first rosy haze melts away.
And it's going to – inevitably – once Senri realizes that he wasn't a very interesting person. Once…
He didn't realize when Shtola trailed off, still nodding absentmindedly and cleaning already spinning glass in his hands when someone knocked on the counter of the bar right in front of him. Raha startled pretty badly, nearly dropping the glass, so he automatically pouted when he looked up and narrowed his eyes – with lenses, obviously – at the intruder… and got stuck, staring. Because despite at first thinking it was Senri, staring at him as of he suddenly grew another head… it couldn't be.
"Wow," the man in front of him grinned crookedly, leaning over the counter between them as his sky-blue eyes ran first over Raha's face then his body while he had to look damn hilarious with mouth wide open in surprise.
"I said he's taken," he nearly jumped back when Senri appeared out of nowhere and shoved his older copy aside. Then sent Raha a murderous glare! "Don't you dare look so cute in front of him!"
"Huuuuh?" was the only thing he managed, simultaneously nearly crossing his eyes as he stared at the finger pointed right in his nose.
"Don't. You. Dare," Senri growled each word, then literally snapped his teeth toward his almost identical brother. "And you don't get ideas, yeah? Touch him and I'll fucking bite you."
"Off you go, baby brother," the other male shoved him, then with an even bigger grin – a familiar one – sat his ass on the barstool in front of him, completely ignoring his brother's infuriated hiss. "Hey, gorgeous," he directed at him and Raha just about passed out, jumping back as if burned.
"I don't want to die," setting the glass aside, he crossed his arms in front of himself, then looked at Shtola for help – but she was busy laughing her ass off! Then he looked toward both men and swallowed convulsively, still seeing that intent stare of sky-blue eyes – and Senri's glare toward his brother now. "I… Um… Hi?" He hedged, trying to get his heartbeat to settle down. "Umm…"
"Fuck, he is fucking adorable," Ares Mielue – his brother's undying crush – beamed at him and Raha started to sweat when Senri snorted to growl.
"Fucking bitch," he hissed under his breath, then looked at him, and instantly his beautiful face changed into a huge, slightly goofy grin that made Raha's heart do that floppy thing it tended to at the sight. "Please, tell him you're mine, babe?"
"I'm… Um?" his brain logged off as his eyes darted between them and his hands fell to his sides. His face grew hotter when Shtola whistled, then snorted when both brothers looked at her with surprise and something very suspiciously close to indignation.
"No flirting at work," she said, laughing hysterically when both looked at him then back at her and scowled – also identically. "Seriously, you're giving Raha a stroke. Shoo!" She waved a cloth in her hand at them.
"I was promised a drink," Ares stated, then beamed at him again and Raha froze like a deer in highlights, only blinking.
"I'm going to kill you," Senri snapped at his brother but was given only a brighter grin in reply. "Seriously, quit or I'm going to kick your skinny ass."
"I bet I can still wipe the floor with your ass, baby brother," and you could fucking taste the level of testosterone thickening the air… until short still made Senri flinch and his gaze swiveled toward him, then Shtola – meaningfully holding her wrist.
"We have two morons acting like children by the bar, boss," she said in a voice dripping with sweetness. "I think they need to be kicked and blacklisted for making my colleague uncomfortable," she motioned toward him and Raha dutifully nodded – not daring to challenge the glare in her teal eyes.
"I…" Senri started, then exhaled deeply, and after sending his brother another glare, finally nodded reluctantly. With one more look at him, he swore under his nose, then turned and stalked off, inky tail waving with agitation, ears flat, and shoulders tense.
"Wow, he's really pissed," Ares snorted and Raha looked toward him as his stomach tied itself in knots. "Relax, I'll behave, if I sure can see what got him so… bothered," he was given another crooked grin while the older Mielue rested his chin on his palm, narrowing his eyes slightly. "And he wasn't even kidding about how easy you're to read. How about that drink, Raha?"
"I… Um… I would appreciate it if you wouldn't get him so… agitated," he said softly, rubbing his hands against his pants, before moving closer to the counter. "What would you like to drink, Mr. Mielue?" He accented heavily, frowning when the man snorted.
"Feisty, too," Ares purred, and Raha scowled, clenching his jaw. "Damn… You wouldn't happen to have a cute sister, hm?"
"I have a twin brother," he smiled stiffly. "Who's really into you… He'll be disappointed you're an ass, though," he snapped before he could think of it better – especially about to who he was speaking, but so far his impression was far from favorable.
"You don't say…?" Ares, if anything, looked intrigued and Raha's eyes narrowed in slits. "Easy, firebrand," he chuckled fondly, then motioned toward the display behind him. "Make that one, garnished with cherry, hm?"
He nodded briskly, then set to prepare the requested drink, if setting it before the actor, he had a weird feeling that there was some sort of weird sort of consideration behind those sky-blue eyes, following his every movement throughout.
"To new experiences," Ares toasted toward him, then while Raha frowned, he picked the cherry by its steam and popped it into his mouth, grinning around it. He had a feeling that he missed a joke, but was distracted when another customer sat by the bar – on his side – and was predictably enthusiastic about Ares's presence. Soon followed by the literal crowd, and Raha focused on work. Or tried, pointedly ignoring Ares's intent stares whenever he looked his way.
Considering how busy it got, Raha ended up going for his first break alone, which wasn't that uncommon. He grabbed a bottle of water on the way toward the locker room, drinking it nearly whole in one go. Every employee had his dedicated locker and each was pretty spacious – as was the room with adjacent bathrooms. Men's on the left, women's on the right and between them a smaller room with two shower cabins – for anyone's use. And the whole thing was heavily soundproofed – so they could relax away from the noise of the restaurant.
He opened his locker, set the bottle inside, picked up his phone, and involuntarily grinned when the screen lit up. He snapped a picture yesterday morning after he woke up nearly smothered by Senri – who was epitome of a cuddler – and he couldn't resist making it his screensaver. He looked at it for a moment, grinning like an idiot, before he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then dialed Damon. Putting the device down after putting it on speaker, he pulled his backpack from the locker and rummaged through it after the apple he packed.
"You have some nerve, brother," his twin picked up after the third signal, sounding quite nonplussed and Raha winced.
"Sorry, I couldn't pick up yesterday," he said, glad he couldn't see his blush at the thought of what he was busy with when Damon called for their weekly 'catch up.' "Something came up."
"Short of that something being sex, don't think yourself forgiven," the arrogant tone made him still grin as he pulled out the apple and tossed his bag back in the locker. "Was it?"
"Hmm?" He asked, trying to figure out what to say, as he bit in the apple and chewed noisily to buy himself time – maybe otherwise he would hear the door behind him opening.
"It was…?!" Damon snorted, then chuckled when Raha choked, coughing. "My, my, brother, finally! If it was good enough to make you ignore me…? I'm proud."
"I don't… I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you, perv," he replied, absentmindedly rubbing his far-too-hot cheek… then he grinned and couldn't help himself. "But it was amazing."
"Glad you think so," he heard a second before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. "Who 'tis?" Senri asked loud enough to mute his gasp of surprise, then turned Raha's head the moment he opened his mouth and stole his breath with the nearly biting aggression of his kiss.
"A guy?!" he barely heard his twin's croon, distracted, when Senri shoved him against the locker beside his own, very much trying to eat him alive – before as suddenly pulling back and leaving him panting raggedly.
"Very much so," Senri snorted against his throat when Damon cheered. All the while his hands were busy, with one wrapped around the base of Raha's tail and the other unceremoniously pushing under the front of his pants. His hands on the other hand shakily fisted in the jacket of his lover's suit, and he bit his lips not to make a sound when Senri's hand pressed over his dick. "And if you don't mind, I got to remind your brother to know to say he's mine when my brother comes onto him."
"I… gods…" Opening his mouth was a mistake, especially when Senri's hand pressed deeper between his legs and his eyes snapped wide open while his lover's finger without issue slid inside him. "Sen… ri…"
"Fuck, sounds hot," Damon laughed and he shakily slammed his hand over his mouth, biting on it when Senri intently nabbed his prostate, then pulled back only to add another finger. "Who are you, stranger?"
"Senri Mielue, Raha's brother," Senri snorted, then intently tugged on his tail while simultaneously stroking inside him and Raha choked on a desperate whine at the double sensation. "Nice to meet you," he added, then purposefully locked his lips around his throat and sucked.
"No… hickey!" he gasped, freeing his hands and weakly shoving at Senri's broad shoulders. "They'll all see… Sen…"
"That's the fucking point," his lover growled pulling back, then beamed admiring his work. Then he looked into his eyes and shook his head with a patient sigh," I'm going to be very generous, babe, and even forgive you those stupid lenses… If you play nice, yes? So, when you finish your break and get back, and my stupid brother inevitably asks about this lovely mark, you're going to tell him very loudly and clearly: 'It means fuck off, Ares, I'm Senri's property,' yes?"
And considering that he accentuated every word with that torture, by the end of the sentence, Raha was nodding along, because words were nonsensical noise while pressure at the base of his spine grew nagging.
"…the fuck?!" something gasped very, very far away, while he fought to catch his breath, whimpering with every intent stroke of Senri's fingers.
"Repeat," Senri growled in his ear and Raha choked on a while when he pressed inside him harder, making a rain shower of sparks shoot up his spine. "Be a good boy, Raha. Tell me you're mine, in perpetuity, and I'll let you come."
"Yes," he gasped. "Yours… forever…. Please, Senri…"
"Good enough," Senri laughed, then kissed him and swallowed down his moan when the pressure snapped. Stars exploded under his eyelids and Raha whined nonsensical noises, his lover swallowed until he sagged in his arms, panting when Senri freed his mouth and grinned triumphantly toward his stunned eyes.
"I do like your style," he heard Damon's voice and his eyes shot wide open before all blood drained from his face and he grew lightheaded. "Now, what was that about 'Ares'…?"
"…I'm so dead," he groaned and covered his face with his hands, knowing that his brother would never live it down.