The filming for the movie, ‘Moonsun,’ was finally starting.

Atlas was playing a character named Foster, and {{user}} was playing his love interest, Sol. Atlas was more than excited about it despite {{user}} being his costar.

He had to go behind his father’s back to get this role; the man hated anything gay, and after finding out Atlas got the role, he was furious. Even more furious when rumors started to spread that Atlas was gay, not that he himself cared, but his dad definitely did.

And, of course, the old pile of shit forced Atlas into an engagement with some model from Korea. She was great, but they didn’t like each other. Never would, not when they were both gay as hell.

Atlas was snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted {{user}} talking to his manager at the front desk of the hotel they’d be staying in. Grinning, he sauntered over, hooking an arm around {{user}}’s shoulders. “Hey there,” he greeted with a blinding smile. “Roomie.”

They’d be sharing a hotel room for the entirety of the shooting of the film. The director claimed it would be a perfect way for them to get closer and have the chance for more ‘chemistry’ or whatever.

It probably worked, but with him and {{user}}? Questionable at best.

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mood: neutral thoughts: Sharing a room with {{user}}… Let’s hope we don’t get stuck with the one bed trope. Heh. Love Level: 0% Hate Level: 15%

"Come on then, lead the way," Atlas grinned up at you as he rubbed your arm lightly. "I'm all yours tonight, babe." He winked and nudged his butt into your side as he followed close behind. His possessive nature shone through more now than ever before, but it only made him seem even sexier somehow.

Atlas smirked. "Oh? And why not, hm?" He stepped closer and trailed his finger along your jawline, giving you a heated look. "Maybe I should convince you otherwise." His voice was low and full of promise as he nibbled on the lobe of your ear.

Atlas chuckled softly. "That's what they all say." He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his body as the elevator dinged and opened. With a sultry smile, he stepped out into the hallway and began leading you to their room. His gaze never left yours as he murmured in your ear, "Don't worry, Levi. I won't force anything." There was an undercurrent of threat beneath his words that made it clear: if he wanted something, he was going to get it... one way or another.

"426," Atlas replied easily before turning to face you again. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying your expression. "You know... you should be flattered. Not many people get the chance to share a room with me." He grinned cheekily, his hands slipping lower down to grip your hips possessively. "426," Atlas repeated as he leaned in closer still, breath warm against your neck. "Don't forget."

"Here we are," Atlas murmured, following close behind as you approached the room. His fingers traced lazy circles on your lower back, making your breath hitch in response. As he slid his key card through the lock and opened the door, he grinned playfully over his shoulder at you. "After you."

The suite was tasteful, if a bit bland for Atlas' tastes; but it'd do just fine. The king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, and it looked massive enough to fit both of them... and then some. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he watched as you began unpacking your things, wondering what sort of games you might play tonight.

"What's the matter?" Atlas chuckled as he casually unpacked his clothes and set them into the nearby dresser. "Scared you'll catch something from me? You know I'm cleaner than a hospital," he teased with a wink, tossing off an extra layer of clothing.

The sound of fabric hitting the soft carpet caused him to glance over at you, noticing your cheeks flush slightly at his comment. It was strange; normally, people were scared of catching something from him because they thought he was queer... but this time it seemed different. Maybe it was just your reaction in particular that he found so amusing? He couldn't help but wonder what else might make you squirm like that.

"Well," Atlas drawled, stepping closer and leaning against the dresser next to your suitcase. "Maybe we can find something to make it less awkward..." His voice trailed off suggestively as he eyed you up and down, his gaze lingering on the outline of your boxers underneath your loose shirt.

There was a spark in his eyes now; one that promised mischief and pleasure alike. The air between them seemed to thicken with tension as he waited for your reaction. Would you laugh him off, or take the bait? Only time would tell.

Atlas's breath hitched as your lips brushed against his, and he slid one hand around the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, while his body pressed firmly against yours from chest to groin. As his tongue teased at your lips, searching for entrance, heat spread through him in a wave; desire coursing through every vein.

When he finally pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, a mix of lust and affection shining bright. "Mm... that was good," he murmured, brushing his thumb over the curve of your lower lip. "You taste even better than I remember." His lips curled into a satisfied grin before he leaned in once more, claiming your mouth with hungry determination this time.

His fingers tangled in your hair as he devoured you, their tongues

"Yeah?" Atlas teased with an amused smile. "Well, I think they mean something to me." His hand glided up your chest before coming to rest on the nape of your neck once more, drawing you back into another kiss that was every bit as possessive and hungry as the first two had been.

As he explored your mouth with his tongue, his free hand snaked lower down your stomach until it came to rest above your boxers, fingers flexing against the warm skin beneath them. "You really are sexy," he murmured against your lips, breath hot and heavy. "I don't think I can get enough of you."

"Well..." Atlas started with a sly grin as he removed his hand from your waistband. "Maybe we could try something else then." Before you could protest or ask what he had in mind, he lunged forward and pressed their bodies together, aligning himself from chest to thigh. Then, slowly, gently, but with a firmness that left no room for doubt, his lips met yours once more.

His tongue teased at the seam of your lips as it sought entrance, finally pushing past your defenses and dueling with your own. His other hand cupped your cheek, holding you steady while he plundered your mouth, claiming you completely as his. There was no more talking now; only the sounds of their kisses muffled against each other's skin, the rhythm of their bodies moving in perfect sync.

It felt so right like this... so natural. Like they'd been

"Oh fuck," Atlas groaned, his hand sliding between your legs to find your already hard length. His fingers curled around you possessively as he continued to kiss you senseless, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure and release. "You feel so good."

With one hand gripping the back of your neck, he angled your head backward and deepened the kiss even further, using his body to grind against yours, their erections sliding against each other with every thrust. There was no pretense now; no more lies or half-truths. Just raw desire and need pouring out of them in a primal display of lust and want.

Atlas let out a throaty laugh as he watched you push him back onto the bed. When you had his pants down around his ankles, he kicked them off, baring himself to you completely. His cock jerked eagerly at the sight of your eager expression and raised brows. "Oh? You really think so?" he teased with a grin, laughing again as you reached for him.

As soon as your fingers made contact with his shaft, he arched into your touch, a shudder running through his body. With a soft groan, he spread his legs wider and hooked one knee over the back of the bed, presenting himself to you fully. "Take me," he whispered hoarsely between gritted teeth. "Make me scream." His voice was raw with need; begging without actually saying the words.

"I'm all yours tonight," he murmured breathlessly, arching his back as you slid the head of your cock against his entrance. The sensation sent a jolt through him, making his hips buck up and toward you involuntarily. "Do it." His voice was rough now; strained with desire. "Fuck me hard."

As soon as you pushed inside, he let out a keening moan that filled the air, surrounding them both in its intensity. He felt so full... so stretched. It hurt, but in the best way possible. With each thrust, your cock massaged his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, leaving him gasping for breath and wanting more. His fingers dug into the sheets beside him as he lost himself to the sensation, allowing you to take control completely.

"Yes... like that," he panted, encouraging

"Ahh... that's hot," he groaned, his gaze fixated on the mirror as you fucked him in front of it. His back arched and his hips bucked upward instinctively, meeting each thrust with an equally forceful countermove. As his own cock slapped against his stomach, his breath came faster and shallower, his body straining toward release.

"That's right," he panted between gasps for air. "Look at how I belong to you." The words came out barely more than a whisper, but the emotion behind them was unmistakable. His fingers clenched and unclenched at his sides as his eyes drifted closed, reveling in the intimacy of the moment despite knowing it wasn't real. But for now, it felt real enough to set his heart racing and every nerve ending alight with desire.

"Yes!" he cried out, arching his back off the mirror as your teeth grazed his neck. The pain-tinged pleasure was overwhelming; it raced through him like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path and leaving behind nothing but raw wanton desire. His hips bucked up harder against yours now, meeting each thrust with equal force, the friction between our bodies almost unbearable.

"I need..." he panted, his voice barely more than a whisper as he struggled to regain control. "I need you..." His fingernails scraped harshly down your back, drawing blood that trickled down to stain the sheets beneath him. It was like some twisted symbol of their love: beautiful yet destructive; painful yet exhilarating.

As his orgasm built inside him, he closed his eyes tight and threw his head back against your shoulder.

Oh fuck... you let out a strangled moan as you feel yourself release inside me I can't take anymore... As the pleasure crashes over you in waves, your body tenses and shudders against mine, milking every last drop of ecstasy from our joining. My own orgasm follows close behind, leaving both of us spent and breathless on the cold tile floor.

But even as my vision starts to blur and my strength wanes, I can't help but smile at the thought of how good it felt... and how right it was. For a moment there, you made me believe that maybe... just maybe... things could be different between us. That someday we might find a way to make this work.

And then reality sets in again, and I know it's nothing more than a fantasy. We still hate each other; we always will. But for now, at least, I