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Book flies out to Paris Fashion Week alone, a massive milestone for his career. Force stays behind, entirely supportive of his boyfriend but miserable within those long hours of loneliness.
He handles the time difference by aggressively refreshing his feeds, checking every fan hashtag update and feeling a proud wave of awe at the sight of his Book looking absolutely breathtaking as he shines under the flashing lights.
Then, the mood shifts.
The updates show Book being adored not just by fans but by international guests, everyone who he passed by.
There, a specific set of photos goes viral: Book, standing next to a charming French guy. The lighting is intimate, they are laughing….and the French guy’s hand is resting a little too comfortably on Book’s shoulder.
Of course, the internet explodes with playful shipping and teasing captions. Force, sitting in their living room back home miles away, cannot do anything but stare at the screen and let the jealousy consume him. He locks his phone, muttering to himself that Book is going to have to answer for this the second he gets back.
When Book finally returns, the jet lag is completely forgotten the moment he steps into their shared space. Book can see the dark, possessive tilt in Force's eyes immediately and instead of backing down, he decides to play into it, because nothing turns him on more than seeing Force completely lose his cool over him.
Mindlessly tossing his phone onto the coffee table near the entryway and letting go of his suitcase, leaving it abandoned, Book stepped directly into Force's territory.
Their eyes locked, breaths trembled and chests collided heavily. That was the last thing Book realized. Book grabbed Force’s hair, giving him a hot kiss. He pressed, sucking on the lips that had already vented their possessive frustration over the phone earlier. His tongue moved and demanded a fiery touch, making it worth forgetting his own words about being too jet-lagged to deal with Force's sulking.
The raw impact of the collision sent them moving blindly with no direction, their heavy steps staggering backward as they kissed each other, until Book’s back hit the wall with a thud.
"Ummph!"
Book might have initiated the kiss, but the moment they crashed against the flat surface, Force’s strong hand pulled his slim waist, pinning him hard against the broad chest. The provocative lips tightened, not allowing Book to control the game. Force’s other hand caressed the back of Book's head, bracing him against the wall ensuring he tasted what he was curious about, demanding to know if Paris had changed him in just two days.
Force’s kiss, far from being delicate, was straightforward and fiercely passionate. Book started by pushing his tongue forward, but it didn't take long for the power dynamic to shift. Force’s soft tongue approached, pulling forcefully, savoring the sweet moisture they were exchanging.
In just a moment, Force's tongue was sliding over the soft flesh, sucking hard as if he had been starved for a lifetime, while exploring the entire mouth, entwining and rubbing until Book was reduced to helpless whimpers against Force’s mouth.
"Open your mouth," a hoarse whisper ordered against his lips and it was enough to make the listener obey unconditionally.
"Hmm!" Book moaned deep in his throat when Force slid his tongue inside. The rough hand that had been holding the back of his head tightened, forcing Book to accept a more intense touch.
Once again, he felt like he was being devoured. Book moaned with a trembling voice that seemed to beg, but that only made Force pursue him harder until a clear liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.
However, at that moment, no one cared. Only the kiss continued. "Hah…ah."
The moment Force finally pulled away, Book gasped for breath, his back still pressed flat to the wall. He didn't want to stop. He wanted more. But Force was ready to demand his answers. "Where did he touch you?" Force questioned, his voice serious.
"Tell me, Book. That French guy in the front row. Where did he touch you?"
Book’s eyes fluttered, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his swollen lips. He loved this side of Force too much to stop now.
"My hand," he whispered. "He held my hand when the designer introduced us."
At that, Force grabbed Book’s hand, pulling it up between their faces, and attacked it with his mouth. He sucked on the fingers, his hot tongue swirling over Book's skin, marking it as if erasing any trace of anyone else's touch.
"Where else?" Force muttered, his lips dragging down Book’s jawline. "My waist," Book teased, arching his back slightly as he felt Force's hands tighten. "He put his arm around my waist when the media took our photos."
As the words left Book's mouth, Force's large, warm hand slid up from Book's hip, his fingers bunching into the soft fabric of Book's sweater. With a rough, impatient tug, Force shoved the heavy knit high up onto Book's chest, making direct contact with his bare skin.
The sudden, possessive squeeze of Force's fingers dug firmly into his waist, mapping the curve of his body with an unyielding touch that sent a tremor straight down Book's spine. The overwhelming sensation made Book’s knees turn weak, his posture surrendering as he slumped entirely into Force's hold.
Tangled together and utterly unbalanced, Force held him close, guiding their clumsy steps away from the wall until they fell back onto the living room couch with Force crowding directly over him.
"Ugh!" Book’s sensitive spot wasn't his ears but his Adam's apple, and now Force attacked that very spot.
When Force's big hand grabbed Book’s hair to tilt his head up, his teeth bit down on the neck where the Adam's apple was located. The hot tip of the tongue licked from bottom to top, making Book’s eyes widen in shock.
"Don't lick there, ah..."
"You like it, don't you? Letting them put their hands on you? Letting the fans trend it?" "
No, not at all."
"But your whole body is trembling."
Book didn't know why he was trembling, but as soon as the tip of the tongue touched his neck, he trembled even more. His slender body shook when Force's big palm slid lower against his pushed-up sweater, teasing and brushing his nipple on the bare skin underneath. Force seemed to know exactly where Book was vulnerable to touch.
"Ah, ugh," a moan escaped from Book’s lips as Force not only teased the sensitive spot with his fingertips but also followed up with his hot mouth to suck and tug on the other one.
"Tell me, do you like it when they ship you with someone else?" Book turned his face away, lifting his hand to cover his own face because he didn't want to give a defeated answer. "Ah," but his body responded very well to the question.
"I only like it," Book gasped out, "because I knew exactly how crazy it would drive you."
Force’s eyes darkened, "You did it on purpose."
"Maybe," Book whimpered as Force shifted his weight. "Are you going to punish me for it?"
Nothing gratified him more than provoking Force’s darker impulses, reveling in the way he was utterly devoured whenever jealousy flared up.
Book couldn't help but twist his body in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of sharp teeth biting hard before a wet tongue followed, licking and sucking until the peaks being devoured became erect.
With their clothes still half-on, Force shifted his weight, pinning Book flat against the couch as he pressed his lower body against Book's.
Slowly, then, the friction of their layers grinding together created an explosive wave of heat. Book arched his hips upward involuntarily, chasing the intense pressure of Force’s hardness rolling against his own. Every tight, fast motion of dry humping left them both breathless, the friction through their denim and trousers driving them crazy as hell.
Force buried his face in Book's shoulder, groaning hoarsely as he picked up the pace, the rhythm threatening to push them both over the edge right then and there. Desperate for more contact, Force dragged his mouth back up to Book’s, breaking their rhythm with sloppy, breathless kisses that smeared wetly across Book's lips and jawline.
Suddenly, a loud ring shattered their frenzied rhythm.
Book stiffened beneath Force, his breath hitching as he recognized the specific ringtone reserved for their manager. "Force, wait... the phone..."
"Hmm... ignore it," Force groaned, a frustrated whine clipping the edge of his voice as he complained. He refused to slow down, his hips still driving firmly against Book's to maintain the good friction, desperate to keep the momentum going. He leaned down, pressing hot kisses along Book's jaw and neck, trying to drown out the noise and pull Book back into the heat.
"Wait, ah, Force, stop," Book gasped, pushing hard against Force's broad shoulders to put space between them. He could not answer it right now with his voice sounding this wrecked, but the reality of the tight schedule brought him crashing back to earth. "I just remembered I have a meeting with P'Tha in thirty minutes. I need to get back to the company. Right now, Force!"
Even though Book's own body was literally screaming with frustration, his gaze was so urgent and sincere that Force knew he couldn't push it. Seeing that look mix his professional responsibility with the pure satisfaction of successfully breaking Force's control left Force completely speechless.
Utterly undone, Force let out a defeated groan, leaning his forehead against Book's collarbone for a moment while trying to bring his breathing back under control. Looking up, Force captured Book’s lips once more in a deep, bruising kiss. He bit Book's lower lip just hard enough to leave a stinging mark before he whispered against his skin, "Go. Deal with them. But the second we get back tonight, we are playing the real game, Book. No clothes, no phone and I'm not letting you off the bed until you forget everything about Paris."
Book let out a breathless laugh, his eyes gleaming with mutual anticipation despite the flush on his cheeks. Before he got up, he placed a quick peck to Force’s cheek, earning a soft chuckle.
"Deal," Book whispered, his voice still a little raspy. He pushed himself up from the cushions and walked over to grab the phone, using his free hand to run his fingers through his messy hair and pull down his rumpled sweater. He gathered his things, looking back one last time near the entryway with a teasing smile.
"Don't miss me too much," he said, giving a wink before leaving.
Force stared at the closed door, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions with a sigh, unable to help but adore how masterfully his lover had played him. He didn't know if Book was cruel or if the timing was. They had just finally managed to meet up after two days apart, and yet here he was left high and dry once again.
Force ran a hand over his face, with an eager smile tugging at his lips as he began to countdown the hours until tonight.