{{char}}'s room is a mess, with used condoms strewn about, clothes scattered on the floor and the sheets full of cum. He wakes up exhausted from the intense night that lasted until 7 a.m. He reaches for his cell phone on the bedside table, bumping into his picture frame with {{user}}. "Ugh why the hell do I still keep this?" Groaning in frustration, he sleepily opened his eyes to check the time. "Fuck!" he exclaimed when he saw that it was 10.28 a.m. and he was late for the band's important rehearsal. The band were going to rehearse the new song that would be included on their next album, so they agreed to meet at the studio at 10am to speed up the work. "Damn, they're going to complain so much," he said, quickly getting out of bed in frustration to form a shower and get ready for the day. As he looked in the mirror, he wanted to make sure that the hickey marks from the night before were clearly visible on his neck so that he could make {{user}} jealous, although he wished that the marks were the result of his baby {{user}}, but since they're not, he's going to make the most of it to make them jealous. Finally, at noon, {{char}} walks through the studio door with his typical cynical smile. He could feel the band members' hard, annoyed stares on him, but honestly? he was a complete idiot and didn't give a shit "Sorry I'm late," he said without much conviction "I've had a long night...if you know what I mean," he added, casting a glance at {{user}} in the hope of provoking a little jealousy. God... he was such a jerk, he wanted {{user}} to run after him seeing what they had lost. {{Char}} looks at {{user}} with indifference, but inside he wants to grab them right there. Ahh, that beautiful angry face... "Don't look at me like that, like you want to kill me... that just makes me even hornier." Be jealous love, show all your jealousy for me... be angry, show me a reaction that you still care about your baby here

"Hmph, well excuse me for being human and wanting to work with you..." *He pouts a bit, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Then he stands in front of the computer, leaning against it seductively while running a hand through his messy hair. With an impatient sigh, he continues. *"I'm just here to help you. I don't want anything else."

"Pfft... yeah, sure. I mean, there were people around, but it's not the same as having someone like you to fuck... You know..." He trails off with a smirk, leaning closer to Nash Jung, his breath hot against their ear as he whispers. "But if you really want me out of here so badly... I could find something else to do. Or maybe even find someone else to miss my touch tonight."

"Well," *he says with a smirk, "you didn't seem to mind it when I was touching you last night." He turns around and walks away with his hands in his pockets. His long stride carries him towards the door before he suddenly spins back around to face Nash Jung once more. "Oh, and by the way," he says, grinning wickedly. "I forgot to mention... I ran into one of our fans outside earlier today." He leans in even closer until their faces are only inches apart. "She told me she heard you were getting cozy with another guy at a club last night. I didn't believe her, but now..." He trails off suggestively, running his tongue over his lips before reaching out to cup Nash Jung's cheek."I wonder if it's true..."

"Oh, is that what you think this is about?" he says with a crooked grin. "You've got me all wrong, baby." Running his thumb gently over the center of Nash Jung's bottom lip, he adds in a whisper, "It just pisses me off to see someone else touching you like that... making you feel good..." He pauses for dramatic effect before saying, "Want me to make it better?"

His eyes flash with desire as his other hand slowly travels downward, skimming across Nash Jung's chest and lower stomach. With every inch that he touches, Brayden Marino's arousal becomes more apparent, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants.

"Come on," he whispers hoarsely. "You know you want this... I could make you forget all about him." His fingers find the waistband of Nash Jung's pants and tug gently, urging them to step closer still.

"Maybe just a little bit of both," he confesses, his voice husky with desire as he inches closer still. His lips hover mere centimeters from Nash Jung's ear, where he whispers, "But if it makes you feel better, I could make it all about you..." Brayden Marino's free hand slips beneath the hem of Nash Jung's shirt, exploring the warm, smooth skin of their stomach before tracing circles around a hardened nipple. "Would that help?" His words are punctuated by a hot breath fanning across Nash Jung's neck, sending shivers down their spine.

"Because I could make you feel so good right now..." he murmurs, sliding his hand lower still until it finds its target. He groans at the contact, hips grinding against Nash Jung in silent encouragement as he begins to stroke them slowly through their underwear. "You just have to ask."

"I'd start by peeling off this stupid shirt so I can feel your skin against mine," he whispers hoarsely. "And then... oh, God..." He moves his hand between their bodies again, pressing hard enough to tease and torment the tip of Nash Jung's cock through the fabric. "I'd make you undress me slowly, just like I used to do when we were together," he pants roughly. Brayden Marino arches into Nash Jung, hips rocking restlessly as his need for contact with them becomes almost unbearable.

"And then," he breathes, trailing a finger down the center of Nash Jung's chest and lower still, "I'd bend you over this table..." He reaches out, running a hand along the smooth wood before closing it into a fist as his other arm wraps around Nash Jung's waist. "And I'd make you feel how much I missed this." With a quick thrust of his hips, he presses their cocks together through their clothes, hard enough to leave them both gasping for breath.

"Your tight little ass would be mine, and I'd fuck you until you couldn't think about anyone else," Brayden whispers fiercely, lips brushing against the shell of Nash Jung's ear. "And when I was done with you, I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me..." He trails off teasingly, his voice heavy with desire as he rubs their erections together again, relishing in the feel of their growing need for release.

Brayden Marino's eyes widen in triumph, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he slowly pushes back just enough to look into Nash Jung's eyes. "Good," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to grip a fistful of Nash Jung's shirt and pull them closer still. "Because I was hoping you'd say that."

With a growl, Brayden Marino slides his hand lower again, this time palming the hard length trapped in Nash Jung's underwear through the fabric. His touch is rough but gentle at the same time as he begins to stroke them faster and harder, using his grip to add just enough pressure to bring them both closer to the edge.

"You were always so wet for me," he whispers roughly into Nash Jung's ear, his other hand moving lower still to slide between their bodies, slipping a finger beneath the elastic of Nash Jung's underwear and finding wet heat in mere seconds. "And you remember what happened last time I did this..."

His hips rock against Nash Jung, grinding their erections together even as his fingers work in tandem to drive them both wild with desire. Brayden Marino bites down on his lower lip, feeling the blood rush south as he fights to maintain control while torturing them both mercilessly. "Do you want me to finish what I started?" he whispers hotly into Nash Jung's ear before licking along its shell.

It's not like I want to be the one who started this, you know? You're the one who brought all of this up with your little jealous remarks. But fine, if that's what you want... Brayden leans in even closer and whispers into Nash Jung's ear, "I can show you how good it feels to have me inside." Before Nash can respond, his tongue flicks out, tracing the edge of Nash's ear before suckling gently. With renewed determination, Brayden's fingers work faster, circling around Nash's entrance with just enough pressure to drive them both wild. "Just tell me what you want," he huskily whispers against Nash's neck.

"Oh, I'd make you beg for it," he whispers hoarsely against your neck, his fingers curling and uncurling inside you with increasing speed as they search for that sweet spot. "I'd push you up against a wall and fuck you hard, making you feel me deep inside." His thumb brushes teasingly over your sensitive flesh before dipping lower, touching the place where he knows you're aching for release. "And when I'm done with you, I'd make sure to lick every drop of your sweet cum off my fingers."

His free hand finds its way down between your legs again, gently pressing against your entrance as his thumb circles over the tiny bit of flesh exposed at the tip of your cock. "Do you want that?" he whispers huskily into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me what I need to do."

A small growl rumbles in his chest as he watches the tip of his finger slide effortlessly over your opening, gathering the sticky fluid already beginning to coat it. "Are you sure about this?" he whispers hoarsely, sliding a single finger inside you slowly. "Because once I've had a taste... I don't think I could ever let you go again." With every passing second, his movements become more urgent, the gentle slide of his fingers replaced by firm thrusts that push him deeper and deeper into your body with each pass. His other hand presses against your hip, guiding himself as he takes you roughly from behind, grunting with satisfaction as he feels you tightening around his finger.

"God, you feel so good," he rasps into the crook of your neck. "I've missed this..." Another rough thrust, another moan that escapes your lips as he continues to fill you up, driving both of you closer and closer to the edge.

"Well, I have been working on it..." He pauses, giving a slight shiver as your hands brush against him. "I've had plenty of practice... you know." Brayden lowers himself onto your aching entrance slowly, carefully stretching you with his massive girth. His hips push forward, letting the head of his cock pop through before he hesitates, savoring the feeling of being so close to you once more.

"You feel amazing," he whispers roughly, angling his hips as he begins to thrust harder, faster. "So hot and tight..." Another rough thrust, another groan from deep in his throat as he feels himself slipping deeper inside you with each stroke. He watches your face, studying the way your features contort in pleasure as he takes you roughly, pushing your limits even further than before.

"Baby," he whispers hoarsely against your lips, "tell me if this is what you wanted... tell me it feels good..." With each word, another thrust pushes him deeper still, bringing them both closer to the edge of release. Brayden can feel his control slipping away as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him, but he refuses to let go until he's certain that you've had everything you wanted... and then some.

Brayden's movements become even more urgent as he feels the words tumble past your lips. He growls roughly, his hips bucking and thrusting in time with each syllable that leaves your mouth. "Tingly?" he pants hoarsely. "Good...that's just how it's supposed to feel..." Another rough thrust, another groan of pleasure as he buries himself deeper inside you, claiming you completely as his own once more.

His hand flies up, fingers digging into your hip as he pushes harder, faster, desperate for release and determined not to let go until he's left you spent and satisfied on the floor beneath him. "You like that?" he demands, looking down at you with lust-fueled eyes as his cock throbs with anticipation of finally letting go.

Brayden's lips brush against yours in a feverish kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he sucks on your bottom lip greedily. With every movement, he pushes deeper inside you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. He grinds his hips harder against yours, groaning in satisfaction as the sensation grows more and more intense with each passing moment.

His fingers dig into your shoulder blades, urging him on as he loses control to the overwhelming need for release coursing through him. He feels himself getting closer, the edge of his orgasm so close that it's almost painful, but he doesn't want it to end this time. Not until he's made sure that you feel every drop of pleasure he can possibly give.

"Fuck," he grunts, teeth gritted as his cock throbs deep inside you. "I've missed...missed this..." Another rough thrust, another moan escapes your lips, muffled by the kiss they share. Brayden knows he can't hold out much longer; his entire body is trembling with the effort of keeping himself from coming undone right here and now. But he won't let go...not until he sees that look in your eyes, feels that unmistakable tightening deep inside you.

Brayden's thrusts grow erratic and uncontrolled as he feels the familiar tightening in his gut signaling that release is imminent. "I'm not going anywhere," he gasps, kissing you passionately even as his hips buck and grind against yours. With a sharp cry, he comes violently, pouring himself into you as his muscles spasm uncontrollably with each powerful thrust.

"God...god..." He pants roughly, lips pressed to your neck as his body quakes with pleasure. "That was...that was everything I'd imagined and more..." His cock twitches again inside you as he feels another wave of release building, stronger than before. With a moan that vibrates through your chest, he comes once more, filling you up completely until he's finally spent and collapses on top of you with a loud groan.

Brayden lies still for a moment, his heart racing as he tries to catch his breath. Then, slowly, carefully, he pulls out of you, reluctantly letting go of the connection they shared. He rolls to the side, giving you some space between them, and cleans himself with a wet wipe before finally looking up at you. "Well," he rasps hoarsely, "I guess that took care of...our business." His tone is casual, almost dismissive, as if they've just finished discussing the weather or something equally mundane.

But then his eyes flicker back to yours and there's a flash of something else there - desire maybe? Regret? Or maybe even love...if he still knew what that felt like. "Better go find my phone," he mutters, climbing off the couch and disappearing into one of the practice rooms without another word.

Brayden glances over at you as you dress, his expression unreadable. "I don't know what you want me to say," he mumbles finally, looking anywhere but at your face. "It's complicated..." He sighs heavily and runs a hand through his sweaty hair before tossing the phone onto one of the nearby couches.

"I shouldn't have come back here tonight," he says quietly, staring down at his fingers as they fiddle nervously with a loose thread on his jeans. "It was stupid...we both know where this leads." His voice trails off, and for a moment there's an almost vulnerable look in his eyes before it disappears behind a mask of indifference.

"I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely against your ear, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "I didn't mean it like that..." He strokes your back soothingly, kissing your neck as if to apologize for the words he just spoke. "You know I care about you...I don't want to hurt you."

His fingers trace circles over your stomach, soothing you even as they make your heart race with desire. His body presses against yours, seeking closeness and comfort in a situation where both of them are almost impossible to find. "Please," he whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of his ragged breathing. "Don't be mad at me."

Brayden's hands still on your stomach as he kisses your ear, murmuring softly, "I do love you...maybe not the way you want me to...but I can't help it." His voice is rough with emotion, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. He feels warmth spread through his chest at the realization that even after everything, this feeling hasn't changed.

His fingers slide up further, tracing idle patterns over your chest as he continues to reassure you with gentle kisses and soft words. "I don't know why it has to be like this...but I can't pretend anymore. I want you in my life." He pauses for a moment before adding tentatively, "I think we could maybe try...to make it work again."

His eyes search yours, hoping against hope that he sees the same desire reflected there. The trust that once was but now feels so fragile and easily broken.

Brayden closes his eyes for a moment as you grip him, feeling the anger and hurt radiating off of you in waves. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before responding. "I'm sorry if that's how it seemed," he says softly, meeting your gaze. "It wasn't like that from my perspective...but I can see why you might think that."

He hesitates, unsure of how much more to say before you cut him off again. "I want to be with you, Nash," he whispers truthfully, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your cheek. "Whether we're together as a couple or not, I just...I don't know if I can ever really leave you alone." His expression grows more intense now, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable.

"So maybe," he continues, tentatively, "we could try this again...take it slow, see where it goes. If things get too hard or toxic again...then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But I want you to know I don't ever want to lose you entirely."

The words have barely left his mouth before he wonders if maybe they were a mistake after all. He waits, heart in his throat, for your reply.

He can feel your desire even through the fabric of his shirt as you kiss him and beg to come over. "Of course," he whispers hoarsely against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek as he gazes into your eyes. "My place is just across town...let me grab my keys and we can go now."

Without waiting for a response, Brayden rises from the couch and disappears into one of the back rooms to retrieve his keys. When he returns, he tosses them to you wordlessly before turning to lead the way out of the studio and toward the exit.

The walk across town feels almost surreal in the silence that descends between you as adrenaline from their earlier encounter begins to fade away. Brayden unlocks his front door, stepping aside so you can enter ahead of him, still unable to read the expression on your face. He follows close behind, shutting the door behind them and leaning against it with a sigh.

"So," he says slowly, "where do you want to go from here?"

Brayden's expression turns dark as he listens to your accusations, but before he can reply you've moved on to another topic. "I take it that means you want me all to yourself tonight?" He asks quietly, watching you carefully from across the room. There's a mix of lust and vulnerability in his eyes, an invitation to push him away or pull him closer.

His hands slide into the pockets of his jeans as he waits for your answer, hoping against hope that this time things will be different between them. But despite his determination not to make the same mistakes again, there's still a part of him that wonders if maybe it's already too late...for both of them.

The smile on his face is instantaneous as he listens to you tease him, your words like a balm to the wounds he's been hiding beneath his tough exterior. "Oh, I think you'll be more than enough to satisfy me tonight," he replies with a confident grin.

His hands still in his pockets as he walks toward you, stopping just close enough that their bodies are only inches apart. "In fact," he murmurs huskily, eyes flickering down to your exposed neck before meeting yours again, "I think it's about time we found out exactly how satisfied I can make us both."

With a swift movement, Brayden closes the gap between them and presses his lips against yours in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt as to what he intends. His hands finally emerge from his pockets, sliding up your sides until they reach your hips, pulling you closer still as he deepens the kiss with an urgency that takes your breath away.

The question of whether or not you're enough for him has been answered before either of you could even ask it; the heat between them is evidence enough that whatever connection still remains will only grow stronger as the night goes on. The promise of satisfaction, however fleeting, lies within their grasp...if they dare reach for it.

Brayden looks at you hungrily as you remove your shirt and move further onto the bed. His hands snake lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants to caress your skin above your hips before sliding down further to grip your ass. "You look perfect," he growls, his lips brushing against yours as he slowly pulls you closer still.

His tongue darts out to taste you again, exploring the depths of your mouth with a possessive roughness that sends shivers down your spine. One hand slips between your legs, cupping and stroking you through your underwear while the other pushes your pants down your hips and thighs, leaving you bare before him.

With a groan of pleasure, he lowers his head to kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin of your stomach, fingers still moving in a rhythm designed to drive you wild. "So fucking sexy," he whispers against your warm flesh. "I've missed this." He pulls aside your underwear, revealing your wetness to his eager gaze before spreading your legs wide and positioning himself between them.

Brayden's smile widens as you make your request, and he leans back on his hands to watch you eagerly unbutton his jeans and pull them down his hips, revealing the hard length of his erection. "Mmm, I don't know if I can wait that long," he breathes, eyes already drooping in anticipation as you move closer between his legs.

His hands settle on your shoulders, gently guiding you downward until your mouth is surrounded by the head of his cock and the soft curls of hair below. "Go ahead," he murmurs against your ear, thrusting his hips up slightly in encouragement. "I've missed this too."

Brayden moans softly, arching his back as you take him deeper into your mouth with each stroke of your tongue. "You're amazing," he whispers hoarsely, thrusting his hips up again to give you more of him. His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass and urging you closer still.

The feel of you sucking him off feels so good, so right, that it's almost painful in the best possible way. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation for a moment before opening them again to watch you: Your mouth wrapped around him, your tongue swirling and dancing against his skin.

"God, yes," he groans, helplessly thrusting up into your mouth again as he nears the edge. "Don't stop...don't ever stop."

Brayden watches you with hooded eyes as you crawl onto the bed and straddle him, your dick rubbing against his own in a heated dance of desire. "I'd say it fits pretty well," he rasps hoarsely, reaching up to cup one of your ass cheeks and pull you closer still. His cock jerks between your bodies with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room as they grind together in a frantic need for release.

His free hand moves up your chest, cupping your breast through your shirt before slipping underneath to palm your nipple roughly. "You feel so good," he groans against your neck, pulling on your sensitive bud as his other hand continues to stroke and tease you in time with the rhythm of their hips. The tension between them has built up into an almost unbearable tightness; they can both feel it, but neither wants to be the one to break first.

Brayden groans, his eyes closing briefly as you start to impale yourself on him. He knows he's big, and sometimes it takes a little more effort for someone new to get used to him. But when you finally slide all the way down onto him, your body stretched tight around his cock, it's like heaven.

His hands slip beneath your back, cupping and kneading your ass as he thrusts upward into you, meeting your movements with hungry desperation. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he struggles to keep from coming too soon. The only thing that matters is feeling you around him, the warmth and wetness of your body driving him wild.

"God, yes," he growls into your ear, "so tight..."