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Build knew this was coming. He’s known when he accepted the role, when he first met Bible, when he started seeing Bible as something more than a cute nong who has a lot in common with himself. He’s known when he saw his wardrobe for the day, and the fact that other than a pair of shorts he’s also gotten a shirt. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s in over his head, neck deep in trouble.
But then there’s Bible. Bible who somehow looks incredible even in just a white tee and grey sweatpants. Bible who’s already Vegas. There’s a dark look on his face that Build has never seen on Bible unless he was also being Vegas.
And when P’Pond commences the shooting, and Bible talks, Build already feels himself slipping. He’s Pete, but he’s not. It’s Pete that’s being affected by Vegas’s words, but Build himself can feel a cloud, for now merely a mist, settle over his mind when Vegas, in Bible’s body, approaches, pulls him close by the shirt, and he’s not even touching Build yet, but he already feels like he’s going to go crazy with this.
It only gets worse when Bible does start touching him. The hand on his neck itself makes Build’s brain overheat, making his body feel like it’s not his to control in a way that’s different to just handing the reigns over to Pete. He wishes he could justify it as being Pete’s reactions, but he knows better. His brain only then registers how close Bible is, how he can feel Bible’s breath on his face, Bible’s eyes burning holes into him, Bible’s soft whisper of ‘fuck’ as his lip catches on Build’s nose. Build’s insides are twisting in knots and setting aflame, and he hopes he doesn’t get hard from this, but knows it’s in vain, can already feel heat pooling in his belly and his cock twitching.
Some absent part of his mind is surprised that P’Pond doesn’t yell cut, doesn’t stop the ball rolling, but maybe they want to do it in one take. Build hopes so, because he’s not sure if he can do this more than once without going crazy.
Bible then moves away, and Build looks at him, wants to see if there’s anything he can gather from his face, if Bible is as affected as he is, but Bible seems collected and professional in all the ways Build isn’t at the moment and Build hates it. And then Bible moves, goes past him and Build feels bereft. He knows he’s meant to pull Bible back, that’s how the scene goes. A part of him thinks he would pull Bible back in even if it weren’t in the script though, which is too much to think about, when Build’s brain is already drunk on the atmosphere, Bible’s scent, Bible’s touch, and Pete’s thoughts that are almost gasoline into the fire that’s already stirring. So he pulls Bible-Vegas-Bible into him and kisses him and the hissing exhale he gets in response makes him feel like he’s ascending but also like he’s all too present in his body with the shiver he feels running through him, leaving him wanting more, and Bible is touching his face and his neck, his hair, and pulling him in to have him exactly as Bible wants him, and Build goes willingly. The hands leave his face and his hair and Build feels a whine leave him, but there’s still no cue to stop from the team and so he lets Vegas, lets Bible, push his shirt, that’s not really his but feels like it, down his shoulders and when Bible moves on to get rid of his own shirt, Build makes sure to rid himself of his shirt fully, because that obstruction is not something he needs or wants to worry about. He’s got half a mind to keep his eyes from wandering down to the v of Bible’s hips, because with the state he’s currently in he’s not sure how that would’ve ended, and he should be staying on track for the scene. Because this is his job. He should remember that.
He doesn’t get much time to ponder that though, because then Bible turns him around, hands rough, and Build remembers to grab onto the chains dangling from the ceiling, wrap them around his arms, glad for something to support his weight, because then Bible is nosing and kissing down his neck and Build feels like his legs are about to give out from under him. He can hear himself breathing heavily, can hear the blood pumping in his ears, and his heart racing in his chest as zings of pleasure spread throughout his body from wherever Bible’s lips are pressing. There’s a hand on his neck too, pulling him against the warm slickness of Bible’s lips and Build feels like he’s going to explode, or like he's going to start begging, if Bible doesn’t move on from his neck. And by some grace he does. Build doesn’t know if it’s because he’s following the script, because the chain of events is foggy to say the least in Build’s head making him barely able to remember what he’s supposed to do, not to mention Bible’s parts. But moving on from his neck has Bible kissing down his spine, and Build has to reign in his reactions to stop himself from pushing into Bible’s hands when they squeeze his ass, fingers digging in hard like they’re meaning to bruise and Build wonders if maybe Bible is as overtaken by this as he is after all, wanting something real, wanting to stain Build until Build physically cannot exist without him.
Not that he needs to do anything more, Build thinks, Bible is already at the centre of his life, making a place for himself in Build’s heart and mind and digging in, to the point that if he were to be taken away Build doesn’t really know what would be left of him.
And Build knows. Logically, he knows, that Bible isn’t actually going to do anything other than some kissing and some ass squeezing, but he feels Bible’s warm breath on the skin of his ass, and he is consumed by overwhelming craving to have Bible spread him out, have Bible eat him out, stretch him on his fingers, fuck him, until he can’t even think of sitting properly the next day. He’s entertaining the thought that this might drive him wild enough to ask for it too, to finish that little game of dancing around each other that he and Bible have going on. But not now. He wets his lips and then because he’s feeling a little insane, a little brave, licks across the skin of his own arm, tasting the salt and the faint trace of the soap from his shower that he’s had not even an hour ago.
He's pulled out of this trance, this reverie, by someone’s voice and he sees P’Pond approaching, and remembers the crew that’s there. He can still feel Bible behind him but a few seconds later Bible seems to come to his senses too and pull away, but his warm hands are reluctant to leave Build’s skin, which makes Build all warm and tingly inside, makes him feel proud and wanted.
Another rude awakening comes in the form of a hand, that is not Bible’s, waving in front of his eyes, catching his attention, and clearing some of the fog that Build knows has started building in his eyes, and Build has to reign in his reaction again, because a flinch would be inappropriate to say the least. Still, that makes Build eye the camera men who are looking very professional especially considering the scene they just shot, and suddenly Build is embarrassed because suddenly he’s too aware of how flushed he is, how messy his hair is and the bulge of his half hard cock in the shorts he’s wearing. Pond is saying something, and Build tries to listen but it’s like he’s underwater, his ears not conducting the sound properly to his brain. He hopes he would be able to just follow Bible, but when he sneaks a glance at Bible, he doesn’t seem to be much better off.
And then they are being ushered towards the bed and Build really feels like he should feel more insecure about having Bible between his legs, with nothing than the thin fabric of socks between their cocks, with Bible’s hands on his thighs and looking down on him in a way that Build can’t even begin to put into words. But he doesn’t. Even with the eyes of the crew, and the camera’s watchful lens, capturing anything that human eye might miss, he feels right with Bible towering over him and looking at him with his eyes dark, and Build is pretty sure that the heat in this gaze is more than just a role. Or this is what he’s trying to convince himself of at least. But then the shoot goes on and Build allows Pete to take over, even if the line between him and Pete is becoming blurrier than ever, much like the line in his head separating Bible and Vegas. Build doesn’t know when it’s Pete and Vegas and when it’s him and Bible. He knows as he passes the rope, that it doesn’t matter, that he wants Bible as much as Pete wants Vegas. Perhaps more. And the look that he receives when his hands are being tied, when the rope rubs against his wrists and when Bible presses a kiss against his knuckles, is so reverent that Build feels burning with white hot fire and melting into the bed.
And then Bible leans down even more, even closer to him, and for a second Build wonders if Bible’s going to accidentally feel how hard he is, but then again it’s not like the sock is doing a wonder hiding it, especially with the wet patch that Build can feel forming at the tip, but when he sneaks a glance downwards he sees that Bible himself is faring no better, and so he stretches out, keeping his eyes on Bible, following his every move, as he reaches to the left and grabs a condom and then bends down, down, spreading Build’s legs wider and Build shivers at the cold air hitting his perineum and then there’s Bible. Bible with the packet of condom between his teeth, Bible opening the condom and making the move as if he was going to put it on. Build wishes he would. He wishes Bible would put the condom on, and really fuck him, he’s almost thrumming with the need for it, almost vibrating out of his skin. And Bible is watching him the whole time, there is no way he can miss it, Build feels like it’s written clear on his face for the world to see. And Bible is not looking away. His eyes are on Build like they always are, and they see him to his very core like they always seem to. And even with all of Build's imperfections and things he lacks that he’s too aware of, Bible keeps looking at him that way, and that makes Build feel like he can’t breathe, like he swallowed a star and it’s burning away somewhere at his core and all that it leaves behind is affection for Bible. Today though, while this is all true, it also makes him burn with a more primal need, making his cock throb, his ass clench around nothing and his head empty except for his need for Bible to fuck him and now.
Bible makes a move as if he’s pushing in and Build always found porn exaggerated so he doesn’t make a face, doesn’t clench his eyes, or bite his lip, he just keeps his head back, eyes on Bible. There’s a hand on his neck again and it feels like even though Bible isn’t really fucking him, Build might fall apart, unravel at the seams, anyway. But he’s just being pulled into the kiss, Bible leaning down to meet him halfway and the kiss is all comfort and reassurance and so entirely Bible that Build nearly whines into it, nearly cries from how much he needs this to be real.
Everything seems to be going too fast and moving in slow motion from then on. Bible pressing his face into his neck, feeling Bible’s hot breath on his sensitive neck, making him shudder, making his breath come out in stuttered, fragmented moan that he’s trying to hold back, Bible moving back and forth between his thighs, skin rubbing against skin and Build can’t, he can’t.
There’s a voice, and for a few seconds Build thinks it’s a voice in his head, telling him to get it together, but the voice gets closer, and Build remembers Pond and the camera men. Bible stills and moves away, and Build almost whines, wants to clench his thighs around him, pull him closer again, but as it is he just tilts his head further back and Pond is upside down that way, but it does nothing to hide the uncertain look on the man’s face.
“Sorry guys, this is a really good take, great job you’re both doing, it’s just that…” Build’s pretty sure the man’s never looked more awkward and unsure in his entire life, and he supposes that he’d feel the same if he interrupted whatever he and Bible were doing, because they certainly weren’t just filming a scene. “Biu we need your ankles in chains now so Bible just make sure you do that before you start acting out the actual sex part, okay? We’ll take it from the top when you two are ready.” With that, he disappears back behind the camera monitor and Build is left with just Bible, still kneeling between his legs and just looking at him and there’s something in his face that makes Build want to reassure him. He doesn’t feel like he can talk though, so he does the next best thing, smiling and placing his hand on Bible’s forearm. Except the touch seems to just ignite something in Bible again, and then his eyes are all fire and burning away all of Build’s defences. Bible pulls back and they go through it again, and if Build had a quiet hope that it would affect him any less because he’s had a go at this already, he was wrong because every time Bible moves even just a little, every exhale, every press of Bible’s face into his neck seems to be pushing him higher and higher up, making the fiery need burn away at him, making the fire lick at his skin, and burn him from the outside as well. He’s almost surprised Bible isn’t burning too, but maybe he is, Build is just unaware of it. And this time Bible does remember to wrap the chain around his ankles and the clink of the chain whenever he moves makes something ignite in Build as well. His thighs are already shaking around Bible when he’s pulled into the kiss again, but this time he knows he can relax his legs and the chains will still hold them up at least partially, so he lets himself go a bit, leans into Bible, leans into the safety of the chains, keeping him from falling. And Bible is moving and Build wonders how much of that is even the scene anymore, because he can feel Bible press against the back of his thigh, obviously hard, pushing him up the bed with every push.
The cameras around them don’t seem to exist even as the camera men come closer and walk around them, capturing different angles. For Build all that there is, is the feeling of Bible’s hard dick on his thigh, and Bible’s mouth on his neck and Bible’s body moving between his thighs. And Build knows he’s making sounds that are bound to be embarrassing, that are too much him, and not Pete, too personal, too intimate, but he also couldn’t care less, he knows he just wants Bible in him, needs to be filled and kept full, kept close and sated.
Bible presses another kiss into his lips and Build knows it’s supposed to be chaste, nothing more than a quick press of lips, that’s what P’Pond said, but as soon as Bible’s lips are on his Build can’t help but let his lips fall open, inviting Bible in, trying to coax him into pressing his tongue into Build’s mouth and taking all, he wants, all Build’s got to give, all he wants to give. It’s one and the same.
“Hold on, everyone, cut please,” there’s P’Pond’s voice again and Build wants to snap at him because he doesn’t care. He’s this close to crying just wanting something in him and this man just keeps prolonging this torture. He tries to keep his expression neutral as he can, with his hands tied and his ankles in chains and the heat of desire in him that is now tainted by the sourness of annoyance, that only grows as Bible pulls back slightly, to look at P’Pond properly. He doesn’t let Build go though, perfectly content to just leave him bound and Build feels like biting him for that. “Biu, the script actually just says a chaste kiss, so if you could stick to that, please,” and Build knows that. He knows he was out of line, but the hint of annoyance in P’Pond’s voice almost makes him scowl. Maybe it’s a good thing Bible left him bound because he can feel tension building in his muscles, and logically he knows he probably wouldn’t smack P’Pond, the man is too good to them for that, but right now it kind of feels like he would if he was free. But Bible is nodding and so Build nods too, but doesn’t apologise, because he’s not sorry. That seems to be enough for P’Pond though because he goes back to his monitor and the cameras roll again and like a snap of someone’s fingers Bible is looking at him again, dark and intense and all the annoyance, all the thoughts of strangling P’Pond evaporate.
This time when Bible presses a kiss to his lips, Build urges himself to keep his lips closed, let the kiss go on for a brief second and then Bible is pulling away and Build is mourning, but then the lips relocate to his neck and Build doesn’t mind as much anymore. He allows himself a moment of weakness and tightens his legs around Bible’s hips as much as he can with the chains, trying to press his heels into Bible’s ass, to encourage him, push him in deeper, even if logically he knows that it won’t do anything, because Bible isn’t actually in him.
To his surprise it does make Bible’s hips stutter and Bible’s lips drop open against his neck and his teeth press into the skin, just a little bit before Bible seems to come to his senses and close his lips again, but it’s enough to make Build moan, feeling like everything in him shrinks and all the feeling is redirected to that single point that might be the most stimulation he’s gotten today, and for a second he worries he might actually come from this alone with how strung out he is. He doesn’t and he’s grateful to whatever gods are watching over him, because he doesn’t think his face is thick enough to be able to laugh something like that off.
And then that’s it. Bible presses another chaste kiss to his lips and moves away, goes to lie down next to him, his eyes never leaving Build, who no longer knows if it’s Vegas or Bible he’s looking at, the same way he’s crossed the line between Build and Pete seemingly ages ago, even though they’d only been shooting for possibly around an hour. Either way, they’re lying there looking at each other, and Build can see the same haze the same crazed look in Bible’s eyes that he’s sure is mirrored in his own and he should probably, definitely, say something but his brain is empty because what do you say after shooting something like that, without throwing an entire friendship-perhaps-something-more off kilter. It doesn’t matter anyway, because then P’Pond’s voice rings out again.
“Okay boys, well done, that was one hell of a take,” his voice is too loud, too cheerful for Build’s ears and the intimate atmosphere between him and Bible, and the bubble bursts, Bible looks away from him towards the source of the voice and no, Build doesn’t like that at all. “Let’s all take a five-minute break and then we’ll run through it again, from the top!”
Build wants nothing less, but he’s an actor, so he smiles and sits up and lets himself be directed outside to where hair and make-up staff are awaiting him.
The second take is no easier than the first one, Build finds himself stumbling over his lines, his head empty, because while the make-up might have wiped away the sweat and put his hair in order from the previous take, they couldn’t get rid of his thoughts and the way his body is still attuned and reeling from Bible’s every touch. He powers through it, because he’s a professional, but the take after that is even worse. Except now he notices that Bible is shaking through it as well, a tremor to his arms and legs when he’s kneeling on the bed between Build’s legs, a stutter of an exhale when he spreads Build’s legs wider, and how his breathing is too controlled to be natural, and how his hands are more and more reluctant to let Build go with every take. Build notices all those little things and treasures them, because if he hasn’t already had an idea of how much Bible is into him, he’s pretty sure those would give Bible away. Build finds it cute and had he not been just as affected, he’d tease Bible a little. As it is, every time Bible does any of those little things, or is in any proximity to Build’s neck, Build’s lips, any time Build feels Bible’s cock pressed against the back of his thigh, he feels like he’s going a little insane himself, like he’s increasingly close to just begging Bible to fuck him, P’Pond and the camera men be damned. They can watch for all he cares, he knows he and Bible would look good together anyway. Knows they’d be one hell of a show.
It's the fifth take that’s truly disastrous, that clearly has P’Pond done with them. Build is flying high from the very start, and he can see that Bible is too, he’s certain that if he dug in, he’d feel the energy thrumming and burning under Bible’s skin. He still acts the first part out flawlessly, because Bible is committed to his craft like that, but the second Bible gets his hands on his skin it goes downhill immediately.
Build feels a spark of electricity jump between them when Bible touches him and he’s dimly aware of the moan he lets out at that, his brain as frayed as it is by the constant repetition of things that his body associates with sex that he’s repeatedly not getting. He feels his lips moving but isn’t really sure if he’s actually making a sound, he hopes not for the sake of remaining professional, even if that bridge is long ago burnt. But maybe he is, because something makes Bible snap too, and the hold he has on Build becomes that much tighter, more possessive, hungry in a way that Build refuses to believe even someone as good as Bible could fake. Build knows his cock hasn’t been properly soft in hours but now it’s almost becoming painful, impossible to dismiss how hard he is, and god he wishes he could touch, wishes he could put his fingers in himself, or better yet have Bible stuff his fingers or dick in him. The thought makes his mouth dry, and tears another moan from his throat, this one longer and he can hear himself, and it’s almost embarrassing how needy he sounds. Almost, because Bible deserves to hear what he’s doing to him. It makes Bible surge up and kiss him, hard and hungry and Build’s pretty sure that’s not in the script, but he’s not going to complain, just lets his mouth fall open under Bible’s attention, and finally there’s the tongue that Build’s been waiting for.
They do manage to finish the scene somehow, but Build thinks it’s more muscle memory than anything else, because he for one feels driven out of his mind and Bible is shaking in his hands, between his legs. When they end up next to each other on the bed, and Build gets some clarity, he’s surprised that P’Pond didn’t stop the scene, but maybe he did, maybe they just never noticed, or at least he didn’t. The thought that Bible might have noticed any calls of ‘cut’ and ignored them because of how overtaken with him he was, makes a fire roar back to life and Build is too aware that even though they’d lost themselves in the scene, he didn’t actually come, there’s no relief to the aching need consuming him slowly. He tries to push the thought from his mind and searches P’Pond out with his eyes.
The man is still in the room, but he’s not even looking at them properly, not looking at the monitor either. Clearly, he did call cut at some point, because the cameramen are out of the room and Build wonders when did that happen.
“Okay boys let’s just. Take a break, shall we? We’ll be somewhere around the house just come find me when you’ve. Sorted yourselves out?” the man starts and stops, and Build realises they must’ve made him uncomfortable. Gloats internally, because that means they must’ve been even hotter together than he thought they would be. He smiles and nods, but P’Pond doesn’t see it, because he’s already on his way out of the room.
Build’s eyes fall back to Bible, and he finds that Bible’s eyes never left him. Silence fills the room now that they’re truly alone and the air seems thick, and Build feels like he can’t breathe, like there’s not enough air in the room, and Build doesn’t understand why Bible’s hands aren’t on him, and why he isn’t touching Bible and Bible seems to be sharing that sentiment, because the next second they come together in a flurry of limbs, noses bumping, teeth clashing together but even that isn’t enough for them to pull apart. They don’t have clothes to pull at, but Build still wants to be closer to Bible, find a place for himself under Bible’s skin.
Before he’s aware of moving, he’s swinging a leg over Bible’s hips and Bible pulls away for a moment and Build feels hot with the way Bible looks at him. This is far from the first time he’s been with a man, far from the first time he felt desired, but he’s never felt hotter, never felt more desirable or more wanted than right now, with Bible’s eyes scorching and caressing him like a hug but like a blaze of fire. He feels Bible’s cock pressing against his ass and grinds down onto it, relishing in the moan Bible lets out, first one of the day, but feeling so raw as if Bible’s been doing nothing else but moan, and the way his hands clench on his hips even tighter. But no matter how much Build wants that cock in him, spreading him open, now is not the time when he's dangerously close to coming already, after hours of what feels to his cock like teasing, no matter how much his logical brain tries to justify it. And so, he slinks down, down, down, keeping his eyes on Bible’s face, which lets him see exactly when it occurs to Bible what’s going to happen, because his eyes widen and his face flushes even more. Build only looks away when he’s face to face with Bible’s cock, so visibly hard even with the stupid sock still on. The wet patch at the top makes Build tremble with need and makes him lean forward trace the wet patch with his tongue, and he can feel saliva building up on his tongue from that first taste of the bitter musk of Bible. Bible himself lets out a quiet fuck somewhere above his head and Build would be lying if he didn’t say that another big part of the reason why he needed to taste Bible through the sock first was to see how much Bible can take before he snaps and either pushes Build’s head down himself or begs for Build to take him in his mouth, whichever came first. That’s an idea for another day though, because right now, the taste of Bible as diluted as it was with the sock in the way, makes the fire roar in Build’s veins, spreading throughout his entire body and he peels the sock off with shaky, clumsy hands, and there it is.
Bible’s cock stands proudly, red with the pearly white of precum beading at the head and Build clenches instinctively, letting a moan escape him. He wishes he’d brought lube with him, because he really wants that cock in him, no matter how fast he’d come from it. Considers letting Bible stretch him with just spit to ease the way but remembering that they’ll have to go back to work after makes him decide against it. His body hates his brain for it, Build makes a quiet promise to himself of another day. For now, he leans in and traces the drops of precum running down the length with his tongue. He revels in the taste and at the punched-out moan Bible lets out over his head. He pulls back for a brief moment, smiles up at Bible, and then swallows him all the way down, staying down even as his gag reflex kicks in and he chokes a little. Bible’s smell is even more intense now that Build’s mouth is full of his cock, and his nose brushing against the neatly trimmed pubic hair, and Build wishes he could stay there forever.
The noise Bible makes is something between a shout and a moan, and Build feels it in his own tummy, his own cock, where it’s still covered with the sock, but throbbing with the need to come nonetheless. Bible’s hips twitch up, and Build moans against him, wishes Bible would fuck his throat, or clench his fingers in his hair, pull at him a little, have him where he wants him, but this is more than fine too, even if there’s a note of disappointment curling in his belly when Bible carefully stills his hips, tensing his muscles to keep them on the mattress. Build is nothing if not a go-getter though, and when he pulls back, he pulls off completely, just for a second, grabs one of Bible’s hands that was clenching in the bedding and very slowly, very deliberately puts it in his hair, keeping his eyes on Bible and when Bible’s eyes are unsure, he hopes his own are showing his determination and reassuring Bible that yes, he does want this.
When he sinks back down, he can feel Bible’s fingers clench in his hair and tug a little and he moans, unashamed and unrestrained, making sure to make it clear how much he likes that. It makes Bible tighten his grip and let out a ‘fuck’ and Build feels it zap through him like a shock of electricity, making him rut against the bed before he catches himself, because for some reason Bible talking in English does it for him. He pulls back a little for air, and Bible’s hips twitch up, following his retreating mouth and god that shouldn’t make heat curl in Build’s belly, unravel him that much more, but it does. Something about Bible wanting him is so insanely hot for him. His mouth is already a bit sore from the sheer girth of Bible’s cock and it makes him excited to think about when he actually gets to take it in him, because if his mouth hurts like this, how much is his ass going to hurt. The thought makes him swallow Bible back down, because he’s not sure he could be held accountable for his actions if he didn’t occupy himself, if he didn’t get that cock in him any way he can. Bible’s a bit surer now with his hands in Build’s hair now, still not tugging as hard as Build knows he could as hard as he can take it, but still good enough to make Build a little dizzy with the casual display of strength and exertion of control over him, making him move up or down when Bible wants him to, at the pace Bible dictates. He’s drooling now and the spit is leaking from his mouth and down Bible’s cock and they both moan, and Bible’s hips snap up and Build feels him hit the back of his throat that much harder. He feels tears blurring his vision, and Bible instantly lets go, pulls back, and no, no, no, that’s not what Build wants at all.
“Biu, Biu, Build, are you okay?” his voice is hushed and strained but it’s still the caring Bible he knows and if Build didn’t want his cock back, he’d coo over Bible and how worried he is.
“’m okay, don’t worry, I like it. Like, really, really like it.”
Bible’s mouth goes a little slack at the admission, but the concern lifts from his eyes and unveils the fire of want and arousal beneath it. Build takes it as an ok to go down on him again and this time Bible’s hands go to his hair immediately and they pull, and Bible’s hips snap and when Build’s eyes brim with tears Bible doesn’t pull back.
And then Bible starts talking, stream of disbelieving praise spilling from his lips, of how beautiful Build is, how good his mouth feels, how Bible can’t believe he gets to have him like this. It’s a strange mix of Thai and English at first that quickly morphs into English exclusively. The mix of English and Bible’s words makes Build feel like moaning, sobbing, pulling at his own hair and his cock until he comes, but he doesn’t, just hollows his cheeks and traces the vein on the underside of Bible’s cock with his tongue, and when he pulls back he circles the head with his tongue, pressing it into the slit and Bible’s talking is limited to just a mix of Biu and fuck and it makes Build a little wild. And then his hips stutter and it’s fuck, Biu, I’m- broken off and Build knows, and he goes against the pull of Bible’s hands on his hair and sinks down, just as Bible starts coming. He splutters a little at the bitterness, making a little trickle of cum spill from his lips, but swallows the rest of it with relish, licking Bible’s cock clean after he’s done and going soft in his mouth.
“Fuck, Biu, come here,” the hands in his hair are pulling him back and off as Bible hisses a little in oversensitivity, and then he’s being pulled up and Bible’s lips are pressing into his own and Build is more than happy to let Bible lick into his mouth and feel the aftertaste of himself. Bible must enjoy it too, because he moans into Build’s mouth, and pulls him closer yet by his hair, like he wants to devour Build whole and Build knows he’d let him without thinking twice.
Bible pulls away much too soon and Build follows him instinctively, chasing his lips, but Bible’s hands hold onto his hips and then he’s being maneuvered with ease, like he’s nothing more than a doll to Bible, and that thought makes his toes curl a little, as he’s being pushed onto his back, and his legs are being pushed up until he’s almost folded in half, and oh, oh, if Bible’s going to do what he thinks he’s going to do, then Build is definitely alright with that. More than alright.
The first touch of Bible’s tongue to his hole makes him gasp, and scramble to hold onto something, clenching his fingers in his own hair eventually, pulling to try and get himself together, but Bible is licking around him, tracing his rim with his tongue gently at first, and then licking across him with the flat of his tongue and Build knows he’s moaning even if he’s deaf to it, only able to hear his own heartbeat. When Bible spreads him open wider and sucks, he thrashes and sobs; when Bible presses his tongue in and presses it against his walls, he actually screams, his throat already raw from sucking Bible off, he doesn’t know how he’s going to be able to talk after this, but it’s a small price to pay for sex that good.
The air feels thick and sticky on his skin, his hair is wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead and his nape, but all that he cares for is pushing back onto Bible’s tongue, pushing down onto him, trying to get more of this feeling, and it’s with sudden clarity that he realises it’s never going to be enough. He’s never going to have enough of Bible, he’ll always be starving for him, wanting Bible in him, on him, around him, next to him. Always touching him, holding him, fucking him.
Build’s on the very precipice, he’s dimly aware that he has been for a while now, and when Bible pushes a tip of a single finger in along with his tongue, that’s it for him, and he’s coming all over the sock that his cock is still in, making a mess and screaming his throat raw, his scalp stinging as he pulls at his hair and he can feel himself clenching around Bible’s tongue and finger and then just finger when Bible pulls back and stays back as he’s coming, and Build assumes Bible’s watching him come and that makes the waves of his orgasm crash that much more violently, pulling him underwater.
The tip of the finger Bible has in him quickly becomes too much, but it almost feels nice to have some of Bible still in him, even after he’s come, prolongating the closeness even if the fire that it makes blaze through his veins is pleasure-pain. He’s not made his mind up on whether he wants to stay like this, when Bible is pulling the finger out, and Build knows he’s only had a tongue and a finger in, but he still feels strangely empty. He untangles his fingers from his own hair and grabs at Bible, pulling him in, pulling him close again, until Bible falls onto the bed only just next to him, only because he caught himself on his hands before Build could pull him flush on top of himself. They’re still pressed close together with the entire length of their bodies, so Build supposes that’s alright. He tilts his head which is surprisingly heavy, but Bible is there immediately to press the gentlest of kisses to his lips and then around his face, and Build finds himself squirming and giggling happily. He could stay like this forever, with just Bible and all the world outside gone, leaving them alone. But he knows they’ve got work to get back to, but before that he’s determined to enjoy this time he’s got with Bible alone, with Bible’s expression soft and unguarded, and so adoring.
“Next time, I’m not letting the lack of lube stop me from getting your dick in me,” he announces and Bible chokes on an inhale, spluttering. Build just grins, waits for him to calm down, get his breathing under control again.
“Next time?” Build isn’t entirely sure if the note in Bible’s voice is hopefulness or surprise, maybe a mix of both. It makes his smile drop anyway.
“Ble, this is not a one-time thing. Not for me, anyway, is it? For you?” His voice is raw, but he still hears the insecure edge in it, even though he knows Bible and he’s been watching. He doesn’t think he can be wrong about Bible wanting this too, wanting him.
“No, no, it’s not. It’s definitely not one-time thing for me,” Bible is quick to reassure him, and there’s a soft hand on his face, and the look in Bible’s eyes makes Build’s heart flutter in his chest.
“Good,” Build hums and then smirks again, because he’s not done teasing Bible, doesn’t think he’ll ever be done teasing Bible. “Now let’s get P’Pond so we can finish this shooting so you can take me out on a proper date. I don’t normally put out on the first date, you know, but I’ll make an exception for you, because you’re cute.”
Bible’s splutter makes him giggle, makes fireworks set off in his chest, even as they stumble into the bathroom in the house to clean up, even as P’Pond comes back into the room and pretends he can’t tell they’ve had sex, like the smell of sex isn’t still heavy in the room, and later when Bible does take him out to eat at his favourite restaurant, and much later when they get back to his condo and Build finally gets Bible’s cock in him.