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Yoru arched his back, his chest almost pressing against the car seat as his hands grasped at the leather for some semblance of stability.
"You're not going back to him after this. You're mine now."
They both knew that was a lie, just sweet words to fill the air as the other filled him, but fuck if he didn't consider it.
They both knew that they would pretend nothing happened the next day and avoid each other's eyes.
They both knew that things would go back to normal soon enough, falling into their regular banter while Yoru secretly pushed into the faded bruises on his hip and Phoenix tried not to remember the way the rift walker's skin felt under his hands.
Until the cycle repeated.
That's why Yoru was on his hands and knees in the backseat of Phoenix's car. That's why finger-shaped bruises were being pressed into his skin. And that's why Yoru would take an Advil and walk extra carefully the next day.
This is just what they did. Chamber would do something stupid and Yoru would run right back into Phoenix's arms. And into his bed. But Yoru wasn't his, he was just using him to get over his own stupid heartbreak. That's what he told himself anyway.
The car shook with the bass while also lurching side to side rhythmically. To any outside observer, it would be painfully obvious what they were doing, but Yoru didn't care. His nails dug into the car seat as a large hand pressed down on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the leather.
He didn't come to Phoenix to be treated nicely. If he wanted nice he would've stayed and waited for whatever half-assed make-up sex Chamber would've offered him.
Yoru's face twisted in amusement as his airway was restricted, his mouth open and trying to gasp in the air as his brain fogged up.
"Stop fucking thinking about him." Phoenix spat at him, loosening his grip on the other's neck as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
As much as Phoenix pretended not to know or care, he could tell when Yoru was thinking about his pathetic boyfriend. His face morphed into a sneer as he fucked into him harder, trying to force the memory of the other out of his brain.
If Phoenix couldn't have him, he'd make sure Chamber could never live up to Yoru's expectations.
Snaking his hand around the front of his neck, Phoenix leaned down and pulled Yoru until his back was flush to his chest, never losing pace.
"Say my fucking name." A strained sob came out of Yoru's throat instead, and Phoenix grabbed at his jaw, forcing his head to tilt towards the roof of the car. He slowed down his pace until it was torturingly slow, the loud smack of it reverberating through the small space in rhythmic intervals.
Phoenix forced Yoru to look up and meet his eyes, towering over him while squeezing his hip with the hand not on his throat.
"Say. It."
"P-Phoenix hngh- Phoenix please..." Yoru sobbed in defeat.
Seemingly satisfied, Phoenix let go of his jaw, letting him fall back onto the seat.
"Dirty slut."
Yoru sobbed as Phoenix sped up again. He deserved this, he figured, for being unfaithful. But Phoenix was just as bad as he was.
"Say- say that I'm better than him. Say I fuck you better than he ever will." Phoenix's voice was already breaking; Yoru could tell he was getting close.
"Fuck! You- you're better than him, you, ah! You fuck me better..."
"Better than who?"
"Better than my b-boyfriend!" Yoru cried, leaving wet tear streaks on Phoenix's seats.
"Don't you fucking forget it."
Yoru's body quivered as he neared his orgasm. A sick sense of pride welled in Phoenix's chest that he was the one making him feel this way.
"Flip over."
With a bit of Phoenix's help, he finally laid on his back, holding on to the back of his thighs, keeping his legs open for the Brit.
He crowded him in, placing his hands on either side of his head while snapping his hips back into Yoru.
Chamber couldn't do this to Yoru. He couldn't make his face wet with tears of pleasure, only pain. He couldn't make Yoru see stars or his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"Open your mouth."
Yoru obliged, whimpering when Phoenix spat into it, telling him to swallow it.
"I hope he tastes me on your fucking tongue."
Phoenix hovered above Yoru's lips, a hair's breadth away from making contact, but he moved last second to lick up his neck.
If Yoru hadn't threatened him not to, he would've marked all over his body; he would show everyone that Yoru was his. But he wasn't.
Phoenix ran his fingers up Yoru's stomach and chest, watching the skin indent under his touch and admiring his body in the glow of the purple LEDs under his seats.
A prolonged groan escaped Yoru's throat as he lidded his eyelids. They stared at each other for a heated moment before both of them lunged forward. Their lips met in a searing hot kiss, wasting no time before their tongues intertwined.
Cheeks cupped in Phoenix's large hands, Yoru came onto his own stomach and chest, his moans all swallowed by the other's mouth.
With a few more thrusts, Phoenix followed, unable to last with the way Yoru spasmed around him through his orgasm.
They separated, the only sounds being heavy breathing and whatever shitty sex music Phoenix had put on.
It was better than the thick silence that would've followed.
It helped stave off the shame.
"Fuck…" Phoenix trailed off, grabbing Yoru's chin and tilting it side to side. The now-darkening bruises of a handprint were unmistakable, wrapping around both sides of his neck.
He pressed a finger into the mark, delicious heat curling in his stomach at the pathetic whimper Yoru let out.
"You're gonna have some explaining to do."