“Shh," Luka stood up, close enough for Reno to lean forward and press his cheek against his thigh. “I’m being honest with you. I won’t hurt you by asking impossible things of you.” He put a hand on the top of Reno’s head to pet his hair and felt Reno lean against him. “Would you fight for me, though? Would you try? Break your good boy streak?”
Reno took in a shaky breath before tilting his head to look up at Luka. “Yes.”
“I won’t let you.”
Reno flinched, and Luka wound his fingers into Reno’s hair and tugged. “Please," Reno said, his eyes roaming Luka’s face, seeking. “Please, at least let me try. If they tell me I can’t be with you, I’ll fight them. I have pull with the label, they want to keep me happy.”
“How has that been working for you so far?”
Reno looked away. “I don’t try for my happiness—but I would fight for yours.”
Luka sighed, feeling relieved and miserable all at once with that confession. “I hate you're treated like a machine.”
Reno pouted. “You haven’t even been here while I’m working, yet.”
“You think I’m actually built to handle your life, then? I’m already upset at the injustice I see, and I’m going to have to stay silent and complacent in their treatment of you.”
“Maybe if you were encouraging me, I’d try a bit harder.” Reno shifted and Luka tightened the grip he had on Reno’s hair until he stilled. “Okay, I’ll try harder. For… Myself.And you. I’m not sure how you want me to think real sentence like this.”
“You’re so wonderful, Reno, but you’re blind to yourself and your own needs. How else am I supposed to get you to see, to listen?”
“I think my brain is short-circuiting.”
Luka let out a surprised laugh. “Cute.” He tugged Reno’s hair until he tilted his head one way, then the other. “So, if I bitch enough about your life being radically unfair and bordering on inhumane, you’ll actually try to do something about it?”
“Yeah.” Reno looked like he was losing track of the conversation, his eyelids fluttering closed and his lips parting as Luka pressed his head against Luka’s thigh and slotted a leg between his knees. “You?—”
Luka relaxed his grip on Reno’s hair and started soothing his hand through the thick strands. “If I top you, do you need a safe word?”
Reno shook his head.
“See, this is what I’m talking about. Please value your own safety and happiness more.”
“Yorkshire pudding.”
Luka removed his hand from Reno’s head with a long-suffering sigh. “Please, no.”
“You not forget it.” Reno looked up at him, and he was grinning. “I won’t need to use it anyway.”
“Alright.” Luka asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” The answer was immediate. “Please.”
“I wonder how much more I could make you beg tonight.”
Reno groaned and hid his face against Luka’s leg.
“Sounds like maybe a lot.” Luka shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it to the side, then his belt followed. He let Reno help him unbutton his jeans and shove them down to his thighs. Reno wrapped his hands around Luka and tugged him a bit closer before pressing his face between Luka’s legs and inhaling with a long groan.
Luka hissed when Reno’s teeth met his inner thigh and his fingers went right back into Reno’s hair to yank him away. “Be nice.”
Reno snapped his teeth at him and got a harsh tug to his hair in response.
“Put those teeth away and open your mouth,” Luka ordered, and Reno snarled at him; the expression made Luka’s gut heat. “Come on, puppy, show me your tongue.” Reno’s expression shuttered for a moment before his eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, his glittery tongue ring on display.
Luka pressed Reno’s mouth against himself and said, “Get to work.”
Reno, for all his scowling and snapping, made immediate, good use of his tongue and Luka had to bite back a gasp before leaning against the door. Reno followed him, hands grabbing at Luka’s ass, his mouth never leaving Luka. His tongue was so firm and hot as it circled his erection. Luka’s hands on either side of Reno’s head pressed him deeper until he was sure Reno would suffocate from it.
