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The journey back to my house is silent. My fingers latch onto the steering wheel so tightly that I'm convinced I might rip the entire thing off. I know why I'm feeling like this and I never took myself as the jealous type–but apparently I am.

I've met Aris before but today, the vibe felt different.

I know I haven't really clarified labels with Luca. I'm a bit more old school and when you're dating, spending time with one another and getting intimate, it's a no-brainer that you're officially together. Even without asking.

Luca's blue eyes keep peeking up at me but I keep my gaze firmly on the road.

I don't like how Aris touched Luca's shoulder, smiling towards him like he's a breath of fresh air. I do know that he's a breath of fresh air but he's my breath of fresh air. No one else's.

"Declan," Luca whispers from beside me. "Is everything okay?"

My jaw tenses and all I can do is nod.

I've never felt like this before, my fingers twitch. It's not like I was going to punch Aris for touching Luca but the thought of them being alone together all day sinks in my stomach like the world's heaviest anchor. I fucking hate it.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks slowly.

"No," I say under a breath. "You didn't."

The way my body craved his lips on mine as I pinned him to the wall. I had to claim him there and then to remind myself that it's me that he wants, that I'm the one who puts smiles on his face and makes him blush like his first crush all over again.

Fuck. I shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get my shit together.

"Bad day?"

Having your father blow up your phone with a thousand texts and calls because he's a nosy fucker doesn't exactly start your day off well, then finding Luca's new assistant practically giving him googly eyes tops it all off.

"I don't want to talk about it," I admit.

Luca chews on his lip and nods. "Okay."

When we pull up outside my house, I undo my seatbelt and sit for a moment. "Are you hungry?" I ask.

He nods slowly. "Sure."

As we walk towards my front door together, side by side, I pull my keys from my pocket and let him in first. He offers me a small smile but it doesn't meet his eyes and I realise that I'm worrying him.

My skin feels different, all the feelings inside my body feel off. What the fuck is wrong with me and why am I acting like a sore loser? I hate my emotions sometimes–they're all or nothing.

"I made bolognese last night," I say as I shrug off my jacket and drape it over the back of a kitchen chair. "Are you okay with having leftovers?"

"Yeah, of course," he nods. "We always have leftovers at home, that's all I practically know."

I pause by the counter and look down at him, those gorgeous blue eyes glimmering against the studio lights. "How was your day?" I ask before moving away from the counter and preparing our plates.

Luca sits down at the table and hums. "It was good, it always goes quicker when Aris is there. He's honestly picked up the work so well, he's amazing. I have no idea how he can manage to do so many things at once."

"Right," I grit out.

"I'm so glad he came by to give me his number, I really needed him."

My hands grip the utensil I'm using until I accidentally smash it into the plate, causing Luca to jump behind me. "Sounds so good for you," I say under my breath.

As soon as the meals are piping hot and ready, I place them down onto the table with water. Luca studies my every move but I don't look at him. I don't want him to see the green-eyed monster over my entire aura right now.

Listening to him mention Aris makes my skin crawl. I really needed him.

My nose turns up at that sentence as I run it through my mind once more. I hate that I'm furious about it. That he gets to spend time with Luca now that I'm busy with the business side of things.

We eat in silence because I can't stop overthinking. I haven't felt this erratic in years.

I forgot what it felt like to be absolutely obsessed with someone to the point it drives you crazy. I remember now why I put off getting to know someone for so long because feeling like this is unpredictable. Like when my mood changed as soon as I walked into the cafe.

Fucking Aris.

"Declan," Luca huffs when he places down his fork. I cut my eyes to him slowly, dragging across his face. "Tell me what's wrong."

I lean back in the chair, one elbow on the table as I press my thumb to my lips. Luca's eyes stay on mine, he pushes forward and shakes his head as if to tell me to confide in him.

"Is this about Aris?" He exhales with a blink–realisation hitting.

A quiet hum falls from my lips. "What do you think?"

"Declan," he murmurs with confusion. "We were just having a laugh, we–"

"You needed him, hmm?"

Luca slumps into the table, shoulders drooping. "Of course I needed him, you know I needed him. Once upon a time you also wanted me to need him because of my health... remember?"

My finger outlines my lips slowly, not taking my eyes off of Luca for a second. I know I'm being crazy–utterly crazy and there is no excuse for it. Instead of responding, I lean forward and take both of our plates before taking them over to the sink for a rinse.

I hear Luca's chair scrape the floor behind me, then he's placing a hand to my back and his forehead to my shoulder. "Declan, I'm confused." He whispers. "You say I've done nothing wrong but–"

My body twists around to face him so quickly that I almost send him tumbling backwards, instead I lean forward and grip his wrist to stabilise him. I grip his jaw with my other hand and I lower myself to his level, the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath rings in my ears.

"You are mine, do you understand?"

Luca's gaze shimmers with surprise, he breathes deeper this time but says nothing.

I tug his jaw closer to my face, our lips almost grazing. "Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes," he rasps and nods eagerly at the same time.

"Do you?" My brows dip.

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and I can't take my eyes off the delicious sight. "Yes. I want to be yours."

I grip his jaw tighter, flicking my eyes between his slowly. "Want to be? Let me remind you that you are."

Before he can question my choice of words, I slam my lips down on his. My fingers stay latched around his jaw as I widen the kiss and tease my tongue with his. Luca exhales a breath into my mouth as he grips onto my shirt and tugs himself closer to me.

I slide my hand around his cheek and clutch his face between my hands, tilting his chin to gain better access to his addictive mouth. He kisses sweet and innocently but I'm ready to destroy him, show him what it's really like to lose yourself to true pleasure.

My hands dip from his face and I grip the backs of his thighs before hoisting him up around my waist. He practically jumps into my arms, his hands winding around my neck and holding me close. Our lips twist and smack until we're both panting and eager for more.

I carry us upstairs and take us straight towards my bedroom.

For some reason that pure primal possessiveness has fizzled away and I've become a little more relaxed because I know he's here with me and I can have him like this.

He told me that he understood that he's mine. Now I'm about to show him so he never forgets. Not even for a second.

I drop him down to the bed, our lips parting for the first time in minutes. His mouth is red, swollen and completely claimed by me. I fucking love the sight of it. He stares up at me with those big curious eyes as I begin to undo my shirt, button by button.

Luca's eyes begin to widen and I see those pupils dilate with every inch of skin that flashes on show. I smirk at the sight of his face and drag it out until he's practically whimpering, begging to see my shirtless body.

My gaze moves from his face to the t-shirt that covers his own. I want nothing more than to rip that piece of material from his body but I know he's been reserved about it before and I don't want to force him into something that makes him feel uncomfortable.

Even though I'm dying to see his body, touch it–and much, much more.

I pull the shirt from my back and drop it to the floor. Luca's mouth is practically hanging open. "Come touch me," I whisper as I shuffle forward, grabbing his wrist.

His fingers practically itch as he leans forward, those tips brushing my skin. His eyes are barely blue anymore, they are consumed with dark lust that makes me want to lose control.

My skin raises in goosebumps at the feeling of his touch on mine. He can't take his eyes off my chest, analysing every muscle and every freckle. Then unexpectedly he dips his hand lower and over the bulge growing in my pants.

I suck in a gasp of surprise when he cups my cock. "Fuck," I grind my teeth.

"I don't think you realise how much I love your dick," he blurts, glancing up at me with innocent yet wild eyes.

Before he can dip his hands inside, I grip his wrist and thrust him backwards so he's laying flat against my bed. Then I take his throat in my hand and straddle his hips. "I don't think you realise how much you drive me fucking crazy." I whisper darkly along the edge of his jaw.

Luca quivers beneath me. "I think I do," he pants breathlessly. "I feel the same about you."

I smile as I kiss him, my fingers running along the edge of his t-shirt by his belt. He doesn't push me away immediately so I chance my luck and attempt to push up the material, only for him to shove it back down. "Don't." He whispers.

"Why?"

His eyes flash me a look of clear insecurity and I cup his cheek, kissing his lips gently. "I-I don't want you to," he whispers against me. "Please."

I nod once. "Okay. I won't."

My head lowers and I press kisses to his neck and over his collarbones that are partly on show. His hands press to my shoulders and roam over my bare back, dragging down over my ribs that makes me shiver.

I undo his trousers and tug them down his legs along with his boxers. My eyes latch onto his cock that is growing harder by the second, pre-cum leaking out of the swollen tip. Oh he's gagging for a release.

Just before he can get settled in the bed, I twist him around and listen as his throat constricts. My lips form an instant smirk as I push him onto all fours and smooth my hand over his creamy ass.

"Declan," he whimpers.

I tug him back into my chest and grip his jaw. "Shhhhh," I whisper in his ear. "Do as I say and you'll get the orgasms you're craving."

He throws his head back to my shoulder as I wrap my hand around his throbbing cock. "Mmmm," I hum as I pump him slowly with long strokes. "I love how quickly you get hard."

Luca digs his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes closed as I swipe my thumb across the tip. "T-This is what you do to me," he exhales with a moan. "You make me like this."

I bite down on his shoulder gently. "The only person," I groan as I stroke his cock faster with more pressure. "Right?"

"Yeah," his voice is strangled. "The only person I ever want to touch me. Ever."

A hum falls from my lips of satisfaction. "Right answer."

Luca groans, breath quickening. "Oh fuck, that feels good."

I smile and press a kiss to his neck. My grip around his length is firm and I stroke him base to tip tortuously. I speed up and then slow down as he squirms in my arms but I hold him with my vacant arm, his back flush against my bare chest.

"Declan," he whimpers my name and it boosts my ego.

"Keep saying my name and I'll give you exactly what you want," I rasp in his ear as I flick my thumb over his sensitive spot, earning a throaty moan from him.

He grips onto my wrist that pumps his cock. "Oh God," he cries out. "Declan, yes. Yes!"

"Tell me when you're going to come," I demand. "Not when you're coming, before. Alright?"

I hear him hum in agreement and I glance over his shoulder to watch my hand touch him. My cock twitches at the sight, pressing into his ass through the fabric of my trousers. He grunts at the sensation which heightens my own pleasure.

"F-Fuck," he stutters. "Oh God, I'm close."

When the words leave his mouth, I stop stroking him. He cries out. "No, carry on."

I chuckle into his neck. "If you want to come, beg me."

Luca flicks his gaze over his shoulder up at me. Those perfect lips are parted and eager for more. "Ohhhh," he heaves with a shudder.

"I told you," I kiss his delicious lips from the side. "You're going to have to earn your orgasms. So. Beg. Me."

His throat tenses. "Please," he whimpers quietly. "Please touch me."

My hand closes around his throat and he gasps. "Not good enough."

I love the way his lips tremble, he's lost in a world of pure pleasure and lust that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Oh fuck," he closes his eyes briefly. "Please make me come, oh fuck. Please."

My teeth gnaw on my lip as I begin touching him again, slower this time. Luca exhales a breath of relief and rests his head back against my chest. "Ohh God," he whimpers. "You feel so good."

"You fit perfectly in my hand," I nip at his jaw. "All mine."

He purses his lips and nods desperately. "All yours."

I speed up this time and he wriggles, close to his release and when I've got him right where I want him... I stop.

"Declan," he arches his back, attempting to push into my hand.

My hand that's around his throat tugs him backwards into me. "Move a fucking inch and we'll go straight to bed."

"No," he shakes his head as best as he can, the need to come evident in those glossy eyes. "Please don't."

I rest my lips against his cheekbone. "Then fucking beg me like you mean it."

He glances at me again, trembling. "Please let me come," he cries. "I want to come for you. Let me come for you. Please. Oh fuck, Declan."

My jaw grits at his words and my cock grows impossibly harder. "You wanna come for me?"

"Badly," he stares me right in the eye. "Please. Let me."

I bite back a groan and kiss him frantically. Our tongues graze and brush and I breathe through my nose sharply at the taste of his mouth. So fucking addictive I can't get enough.

This time I wrap my hand around his cock and use all my energy to get him over the edge. Luca gasps deeply and holds onto the wrist that is gripping his throat. "Oh my God," he moans. "Yes. Fuck. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."

And I don't.

I stroke him until he's coming all over my hand and I get to watch that face fall into an expression of pure ecstasy. The amount of satisfaction that rushes through my body is godly.

The way he falls apart at the mercy of my hands. Oh God, he looks so good he has no idea. His moans that fill the air only sparks more determination inside me, wanting him to feel everything.

When his body slumps forward and I relax my hand, I kiss his face over and over until he's practically exhausted.

"I'm not done with you yet," I haul him back up against me. I quickly lean over to my bedside table and grab a bottle of lube, I coat my fingers in the silky liquid before sliding them down the curves of his asscheeks.

"W-What?"

I twist his body and face him towards the full length mirror at the end of my bed. My wrist twists his head towards the reflection and he gasps when he sees us both. "Now I want you to come for me again."

"Again?" His voice tremors as I swirl the tips of my fingers around his greedy hole.

My lips press together as I hum. "Again."

He whimpers as I press one finger inside him, at first I pump slowly and listen to his groans as he settles back on my hand. After a few moments I add a second and feel his head fall back onto my shoulder in pure ecstasy.

"Declan, I don't think I ca–"

"You're done when I tell you you're done." I grumble in his ear before touching his cock which is still hard.

He presses back into my body, eyes on me in the reflection. "I'm sensitive."

"But you're still hard," I stroke him, earning a soft moan from the pit of his chest. My fingers pump in and out of him at the same rhythm as I fist his cock. "And I know you want it. Your ass is so fucking greedy. Practically begging for it."

Luca's lips tremble at the same time his eyes close and I tut at the action.

"Don't take your eyes off me," I demand and he widens them slowly. "Look at me."

He gulps and glances back at the reflection. I adore the sight of us together like this.

I love the way my body looks twice the size of his, that I could throw him around the bedroom if I wanted. I will throw him around the bedroom.

Luca's hips roll against my two fingers that are deep inside him, tears escaping the corners of his eyes with pleasure. "F-Fuck," he rasps.

"Ride my fingers," I demand huskily. He instantly starts moving, grinding down onto my fingers as he fucks himself on them. "That's it."

My eyes don't remove from the mirror as I watch him throw his head back, moan and ride my hand into oblivion. His body turns rigid and I know his body is resisting because he's still sensitive from his first orgasm.

"Now relax," I order as I kiss his neck. "And come for me again."

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