The Bogosian BDSM Package

by SitStaySettle

Chapter 2

Summary:

Assad finds out that Eric and Luke hooked up and is soooo normal and reasonable about it

Notes:

Hello!!! This took a hell of a long time - at first Assad was gonna be playing as a bunny but it just wasn't working, so I was like fuck it, the fauxcest is so hot and fun to write. So now Assad is into fauxcest too, but a slightly different flavour to Luke.

You could potentially see age play here if you squint but it's not really explicit enough to tag, I don't think. Enjoy!

Luke and Eric end up taking the same car to set. Luke doesn’t have time to run back to his own digs before call time, so he sheepishly calls production to let them know he won’t need a car in today because he’s catching a lift with Eric. He’s jittery in the car, and Eric holds his hand, giving it gentle, soothing squeezes now and then.

“It’s not the gay thing that I’m scared of,” Luke whispers to him in the back seat, his cheeks that pretty pink colour again, “I just don’t want people thinking I’m out to sleep my way to the top, you know?”

“It’s not like I’m the showrunner,” Eric points out gently, “you’re fine, kid. The runners won’t tell anybody. And when we get there you can get out and the driver will do a couple of circles round the block before dropping me off. It’ll be alright. It’s not the first time I’ve done this.”

Luke’s eyes widen. “Assad?”

“Oh, no, no, not Assad. Not anyone on this show. But production teams are all the same.” 

“Ah.”

Eric looks at him out of the side of his eyes. “Have you? Fucked Assad?”

“Nah,” Luke shrugs, “I wanted to, after that scene last season. But he was too polite. Didn’t wanna take advantage, I guess.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him,” Eric agrees, “well, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

Luke chuckles and twists to kiss him. “As soon as it doesn’t ache when I sit down, I’ll be crawling back to you for some more,” he lowers his voice, “Dad.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be committing HR violations all over that set,” Eric smirks, squeezing the younger man’s thigh. The car slows to a stop, and Eric kisses him one last time before Luke opens the door.

“See you in a bit,” Luke murmurs, flashing him that cheeky little smile before shutting the door. 

Eric sighs for a minute, making eye contact with the driver in the mirror. She smiles at him. “I need to make a call. Could you…?”

“Of course, Mr Bogosian. Just let me know when you’re ready to go in.” She steers the car back onto the road, and they set off round the block as Eric calls Jo.

It takes a few rings for Jo to answer. “Hi, baby, what’s up?” 

“I… You’re not gonna fucking believe what happened to me last night.”

Jo laughs. “I’m sure I will, knowing you.”

“I ended up fucking Luke, out of nowhere. He hit on me in the smoking area, turned out he’d never fucked a guy before. It was… Utterly fucking insane. It was incredible.”

“I bet. It must’ve been like looking backwards through time,” Jo teases, “I can see it now. He was so eager for your attention at that last wrap party, I bet he was all over you. Those worshipful little looks…”

Eric groans softly. “I have to be on set in like five minutes so I can’t get into all of it, but… Jesus, Jo, you gotta come visit so you can have a turn with him. He was so fucking sexy. I’m gonna be jerking off thinking about it forever.”

“He wants to play with little old me?” She purrs, and Eric feels the hairs on the back of his arms stand up. “How sweet. I’m sure I could find some use for the two of you together.”

“Baby, you’re killin’ me,” Eric complains, blushing when he feels the driver glance at him in the mirror. “But yeah, yeah he was so fucking into the idea of you being involved. Can I call you tonight? Are you gonna be busy?” 

“I have a dinner, but I’ll let you know when I get home, yeah? When are you finishing for the day?” 

“I think 8,” Eric tells her, “might be a little earlier, we were ahead of schedule yesterday. I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Mmmhm. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiles, “and I love our life.”

He imagines her melting at that. “I do too. Bye, baby, I’ll talk to you tonight.”

“Talk to you soon,” he promises, and hangs up with the same kind of dreamy sigh he let out the first time she called him almost 50 years ago. Time flies when you’re having fun, and all that. “I’m ready,” he tells the driver, “thanks for your discretion.”

“Part of the job, you’re good,” she assures him. Moments later, they pull into the lot. “Here you are. Have a good day, Mr Bogosian.”

“You too,” he smiles, grabbing his stuff and getting out of the car. His stomach swoops when he sees Assad vaping a few feet away, leaning against the wall. He hasn’t had time to think about how he’d play off his and Luke’s hookup to the rest of the cast, and especially not Assad, who Eric can’t help but notice looks unbelievably good in his grey sweatpants and backwards baseball cap. “Hey,” he says, raising his hand.

“Did… Did you and Luke… Go home together last night?” Assad asks, trying for casual, but he sounds like he’s wound way too tight for it to be believable. “You both disappeared at the same time. I was… Worried.”

“Oh. Uh… I’m sorry, I didn’t think you guys would worry. We’re both good.”

“Luke was being weird when he got here a few minutes ago. He could barely look me in the eye and his face was bright red. Like he had a secret.”

“Huh.” What the hell else was he meant to say in this situation?

Assad frowned. “I know it’s none of my business. I just…” He shrugged, taking a hit of his vape, “I suppose I just didn’t realise how close the two of you had gotten.”

“We just got talking last night, it’s not like-“

“I just don’t really understand why you’d pick him over me. You have to know that I’d have been a better fuck.”

“What?” Eric surely must have heard wrong.

Assad looks away, fiddling with his vape pen. “I’ve wanted it for ages. Been begging for it, basically. So I assumed that you had rejected me because of your marriage. So it stings a little to hear you’ve been fucking Luke.”

“Rejected you? When?” Eric has never been more confused in his life, wracking his brains for when Assad had propositioned him.

“Every time I’ve opened up to you or flirted you’ve kept me at arms’ length. You had to know that I was interested. Did I not drop enough hints during promo season? Did you think I was telling you all those stories about hooking up with cast-mates in the theatre for no reason?”

Eric runs his hand through his hair. The two of them are almost certainly late now. “I… I mean… Look.” He sighs, taking off his glasses to rub his nose. “I didn’t realise you were actively… I thought it was just loneliness, which is totally normal for people who are away from home on jobs this intense. And I didn’t wanna fuck with your head and make your character bleed worse. So I, you know, didn’t reciprocate. But it’s not because you’re not…” He huffs. “Jesus, kid, you know how gorgeous you are, you don’t need an old guy like me to tell you.”

“Do I?” Assad looks pissed off. “People keep saying that to me but I’m still here, painfully single, and alone. And now I find out that the man I’ve been practically begging for attention for coming up on three years has eschewed me in favour of some supposedly straight man who is probably dreadful in bed, no offense.”

“Assad-“

“And I know that is cruel, hideously selfish and, frankly, egotistical as fuck, but… What’s wrong with me? What is it about me that puts people off? Please fucking tell me because I want to fix it. I don’t want to be alone. I’m tired of it.” Assad’s chest is heaving now, his voice growing thicker. “I want you. And I don’t know why you don’t want me.”

“Hey,” Eric takes him by the shoulder and shakes him a little. “There is nothing wrong with you. I…” He sighs, putting his glasses back on. “I literally spoke to Jo about you, more than once. I do want you. Of course I fucking do, kid, you’re… I just really don’t know if it’s a good idea to start fucking around when you’re already struggling to keep a lid on Armand. Fucking the guy Armand is fucking is not gonna help. It’s just gonna blur the lines even more.”

“It’s not that,” Assad insists passionately, “I’m not interested in you because Armand is interested in Daniel. You’re not Daniel. And…” He wrinkles his nose, looking at the floor. “I think half the reason I’m struggling is because I don’t have anything to distract me from him. I finish work and I go home to an empty flat and he eats at me. He’s in there, screaming about how useless he is alone and without anybody to please, and… It hurts because it’s where I am too. It’s too close. His feelings are becoming my feelings, and almost all of it is loneliness.” He steps a little closer, looking down at him with his big, beautiful eyes, his fingers curling in the fabric of Eric’s t-shirt. “I, Assad, want you, Eric. I think… We could have fun together. And, fuck me, I need something fun. I’m… I just need to get out of my head. I think you know what that’s like. And… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve… I’ve thought about it so many times, rubbed myself raw thinking about it, driven myself fucking insane. I’m painfully, painfully attracted to you.”

Eric should say no. He really should say no. Assad is vulnerable. But he is also a grown-ass man. He might be a lot younger than Eric is, but he is thirty-five years old. And if this is what he really wants, then actually it would probably be crueller to say no just because Eric thinks he knows what’s better for him. But who fucking knows what Luke will think when he finds out Eric kissed Assad less than 24 hours after fucking him the first time. And also, how the fuck did he manage to get two gorgeous men half his age coming onto him after a months-long dry spell? He feels like a scumbag, but… Well, he never said he was a good guy. He eyes Assad, and thinks about how many times he’s jerked off thinking about those doe eyes and then felt guilty as fuck afterwards. Fuck it.

“Okay,” Eric nods, looking around to check that there’s no-one around. “Come here.”

Assad throws his arms around Eric’s neck, kissing him like they’re in the end of a noughties romcom, their mouths slotting together. Assad sighs like he’s slipping into a warm bath, and Eric takes his waist in his hands. They make out slowly, Assad’s fingers tangling in his hair, acrylic nails raking across his scalp. It makes him shiver. He’s glad they haven’t done a screen kiss yet, that this is their first kiss, that he can use tongue and taste every corner of Assad’s mouth. He’s wanted this as much as Assad, thought about having him so many times, held himself back, and it feels good to take what he wants, let himself pull Assad closer until they’re pressed right up against each other chest to thigh.

“Let me suck you off,” Assad whispers against his lips, and Eric groans softly. “I’ll make it good. I’ll do it right here, make you feel good.”

“We’re already late,” Eric points out, though he makes no move to pull away.

“Lunchtime, then,” Assad bargains, “I’ll meet you in your trailer.”

Eric nods, letting himself palm Assad’s ass for a brief moment before pulling away. “Alright, alright. Just… Calm down a little, okay? You’re alright. I’ve got you, and so have the other guys.”

“I’m okay,” Assad tries to assure him, offering a smile. “Just want you.”

“And you’ll have me,” Eric promises, “lunchtime.”

Assad looks into his eyes for a moment more, searching for something. He kisses Eric again, just a quick one, and then pulls away. “I should get to rehearsal.”

“Yeah the makeup team are probably having kittens right now looking for me. I’ll see you later.”

Assad grabs his wrist when he goes to walk away. “I’m sorry for being weird about you and Luke. I just… I might be slightly obsessed with you.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me,” Eric teases, and Assad smiles. “And the feeling’s mutual, kid. Trust me.”

“You’re gonna have the best lunch break of your life, Mister,” he promises, and Eric chuckles. “See you later.”

That promise doesn’t make doing his job easier, but Eric is a professional. And, having been married to Jo for so long, he is more than used to pretending not to be horny when going about his daily business. So he and Sam nail the scenes they’re filming today, finishing a few minutes ahead of schedule. He decides to head across the lot to visit Luke and Assad, who are supposed to be rehearsing an upcoming flashback sequence. He likes to watch them work - not only because they’re great actors but because it makes sense for him to know how these scenes come out - they are supposed to be his memories, after all. 

The tension when he walks into the room is sizzling. Assad and Luke are standing toe to toe, Armand staring down Daniel, who is trying his best not to look scared and failing miserably. Armand has a dangerous, content smile on his face, eyes narrowed in a way that makes Eric’s stomach flip. Young Daniel is cowering a little, avoiding eye contact. Once again, he’s struck by how much Luke looks like him, reminded viscerally of Jo steering him to a mirror in a theatre many, many years ago and making him watch himself while she whipped him. And then he remembers Luke in the mirror last night, the two of them next to each other… He shakes himself out of the memory before he can get too lost in it.

“Look at me,” Armand purrs, his long, graceful fingers taking Daniel by the chin and pulling his face up towards him. “You have surprised me, Mr Molloy. Pleasantly so. Following you all these months, I have grown fond of your idiocy and your lack of survival instincts. Like a particularly stupid tomcat, perhaps. I think I might like to keep you.”

“I don’t… What do you mean keep me?”

Armand’s smile widens. Eric imagines his fangs dropping, though of course Assad isn’t wearing them now. “You’ll see.”

“Cut! Excellent,” the director beams, clapping. Eric starts to clap too, smirking when both Assad and Luke’s faces snap towards him. “Fucking beautiful, guys, lovely work. Let’s leave it there, get some lunch. I think we’re good for this one, let’s start on the next one when we get back. I’ll see you all in an hour!” 

Both Luke and Assad make a beeline for him, Luke clearly thrown when he notices Assad walking in the same direction. Eric feels a little sheepish. 

“You ready to go?” Assad asks, and Luke frowns, looking at Eric for answers.

“Uh, yeah, let me just talk to Luke a sec and then I’ll be right behind you. Could you grab me something from the truck?”

Assad leaves with a nod, and then Eric is left with Luke, whose eyebrow has now arched. “Have I missed something?”

“Assad was waiting for me when I got out of the car this morning. We talked, and, uh…”

Luke snorts. “Crazy work but I can’t say I blame him.”

“You okay with it?”

“I mean, it’s not like we’re married. We fucked one time. Not really got any license to not be okay with it.”

Eric feels like a dick. He takes Luke aside to a corner now that everyone’s cleared out of the rehearsal room. “You’re allowed to feel shit, Luke. Besides, I still… I really liked what we had going on last night. It was hot. I don’t want it to just be a one and done.”

“Oh.” Luke relaxes a little. “So you and Assad aren’t like… Dating?”

“All we discussed was hooking up,” Eric explains, “and even if we do end up dating, he’s not gonna have any more of a claim on who I play with than Jo does. That’s kinda how open relationships work, kid. I’m still gonna wanna play with you. We’ve got a good thing going. Don’t we?”

Luke tilts his head to the side as he nods, smiling. “Yeah. Okay. Good to know.” He slips his hands around Eric’s waist. “I’d have missed it, Dad.”

“Me too,” Eric agrees, “I’m gonna catch up with Jo after work, too. I have a feeling she would be very, very interested in joining us when she’s next in town. She loves a submissive man, especially one who’s as eager to please as you are. You think you’d be into that, kid?”

“Oh fuck yeah, I’d love that,” Luke says eagerly, his eyes going a little wide. 

Eric smirks. “Good. I’ll float the idea with her and let you know. When are you next free to stay over?”

“I got basically nothing going on after work,” Luke shrugs, “haven’t made many friends here yet.”

“Good. Well, not good about the friends thing, but… I’ll text you tonight, set up another playdate, yeah?”

“Absolutely,” Luke smiles.

“Good boy. And good job on that scene, you were so cute. I was proud of you.”

Luke groans softly. “Don’t start praising me like that, I’ll get a boner.”

Eric chuckles. It’s weird, but nice, how similar the two of them are in so many ways. “Alright, alright, I’m going. Gotta go and see to another needy young man. My life is so fucking hard.”

“Yeah, sounds like a real chore,” Luke laughs, kissing Eric quickly on the lips before he pulls away.

Eric hangs back. “God I love to watch you walk away, kid,” he says loud enough for Luke to hear, and he gets a sexy little grin over Luke’s shoulder before he lets himself out of the room. Eric sighs long and happy, his hands on his hips. He hopes his erection goes down quickly, because he is not about to walk across set with his pants tented. Then he thinks about Assad waiting for him in his trailer to blow him, and he thinks fuck it, if he walks past people quick enough they probably won’t notice.

He’s breathing a little harder by the time he gets to his trailer, and hopefully the crew just think he’s really desperate to eat lunch or something. Anyway, Assad isn’t waiting for him outside, so he lets himself in and shuts the door behind him.

“I got you jerk chicken,” Assad tells him, sitting casually on the sofa as if this is another normal lunch together. They’ve gotten into the habit of eating together, especially as the Devil’s Mnion story-lines have taken shape. Assad likes to compare notes. At least, that’s always the reason he’d given for wanting to eat with Eric. Now he thinks about it, though, Luke never seems to be invited even though this season most of the Devil’s Minion scenes are with him.

“Jerk? If you insist,” Eric teases, sitting down heavily next to him, taking the fork Assad hands him. 

Assad smirks. “They didn’t have any blowjob chicken left.”

Eric laughs, and Assad winks at him. “How is it?”

“Really good.” 

Eric hums in satisfaction as he takes a bite. On-set food has gotten so much better over the past few years. “Damn.”

“So…” Assad shifts a little closer, spearing one of the last pieces of his lunch, “usually about now I tell the guy that I’m into some… Alternative things. But I have a feeling you’re not going to be particularly thrown by anything in that area.”

“Yeah, I don’t think much would shock me,” Eric admits with a chuckle, leaning back with the tupperware in his hand, “hit me with it. What do you want?”

Assad turns his body so he’s sitting sideways, pulling his leg up so he can face Eric. “I like to play with older men, for the most part. I like to feel… Taken advantage of. I don’t get to do it much, because, well… When you’re not a 19 year old twink anymore the pool of men wanting you to call them Daddy gets significantly smaller. And I’m always too afraid of being recognised to go to kink events.”

“Well I guess now I understand why you’ve been paying me so much attention,” Eric teases, holding up his hand when Assad’s mouth and eyes widen at the same time. “Relax, kid, I’m teasing you. It’s cute. And I can’t say it’s new to me.”

“I would like you regardless of how old you were,” Assad insists, “I trust you. I don’t find trusting people very easy.”

Eric smiles. He’s not sure he’s done much to earn the trust, but he appreciates it nonetheless. “But the grey hair and glasses helps.”

“It’s more… Your hands,” Assad explains, his eyes darting to them, “the way you sit. The dirty twinkle in your eye. It makes me feel… Young. Stupid. Hot. And usually I have to be very sensible all the time. But I know that I’d lose my shit with those hands roaming all over me.”

“You need someone to take the reins for a little bit.”

“Exactly,” Assad nods, putting his finished lunch aside and scootching closer, “take it all out of my hands and make me take it. I’ve thought a lot about…” He trails off, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

“You can say, I promise you I’ve done worse,” Eric murmurs, his hand touching Assad’s thigh.

“I think about you feeling me up,” Assad admits, his fingers wrapping around Eric’s hand to urge it higher, sighing softly as Eric’s pinky nudges his crotch. “You handling me like I’m a fragile little thing, breeding me, lending me out to your friends. Fighting you and squirming against your hold on me, only to be held down. Made to feel small and trapped. Sitting between your legs and warming your cock, breathing in the smell of you everywhere…” He shivers just a little, his pupils blown when he meets Eric’s eyes.

Eric shifts closer, cupping Assad’s cock through his pants. “You like the way I smell, huh?”

“Yeah,” Assad admits breathily, licking his lips. “Yeah, I do. Do you think you could work with that?”

Eric leans over to kiss him. It feels weird, but nice, just kissing him like it’s nothing. “I definitely think I could work with that.” Assad hums, arching a little into Eric’s hand.

“But would you like it?” He presses, fingers fiddling with Eric’s shirt collar as he turns those pretty brown eyes up to him. “If I called you Daddy?”

“Baby…” Eric hisses, taking Assad’s hand and guiding it between his legs, smirking just a little as Assad grasps his erection through the thick material of his jeans. “That answer your question?”

Assad nods, his eyebrows pinching in the middle. “It feels fucking ginormous.”

That makes Eric laugh, letting go of Assad’s crotch to place his hand round the back of his neck, thumbing at his sharp little jaw. “I’ll be gentle with you, baby, don’t you worry.”

“Don’t be,” Assad whispers, fingers tugging at Eric’s zipper, “I want you to wreck me.”

Eric sets aside his lunch. His appetite is gone, no point forcing it. “Right here in my trailer? You want Daddy to play with you at work?” He slides his hand back between Assad’s legs, slipping down to cup his balls. He can feel Assad’s heartbeat, the heat of him. 

“Please,” Assad bites out, both hands now working Eric’s jeans open, “you’re teasing me.”

“You’re damned right,” Eric mutters, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, sue me.”

Assad bites his lip. His cock throbs under Eric’s palm. “Did Luke call you Daddy?”

“Uh…” He absolutely could not tell Assad about the full extent of the roleplay they’d done last night without talking to Luke about it first. But Daddy on its own was fairly normal, wasn’t it? Even vanilla people said that nowadays. “Yeah, he did.”

“Bet that got crazy. With the two of you looking like…”

“It was fun,” Eric shrugs, hoping that’ll be the end of it. Sure, Assad is clearly into the Daddy thing, but that didn’t mean he’d get a full-blown, mask-off incest kink.

Assad gets frustrated trying to get his pants off, leans into Eric’s side, choosing instead to clutch Eric’s hand to his crotch harder, grinding up into it greedily. “As jealous as I was when I put it together, I sort of wished I was there to watch the two of you make out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Assad nods, looking intently at Eric’s mouth, “I’ve touched myself many, many times thinking about being the filling in a Molloy sandwich.”

Eric is starting to sweat at his temples. “Wait, let me get out of my wardrobe. Can’t get too sweaty or… The other thing.”

Assad sits back, watching with dark eyes as Eric takes his hand back and undresses. He takes off his shirt hastily, putting it carefully over the arm of the couch. When he turns back, Assad is palming himself through his pants, looking unrepentantly at his torso.

“You’re so fucking hot, Daddy,” Assad breathes, and Eric feels his mouth go dry. How did this become his life?

“What do you want me to call you?” He asks, easing his pants down and enjoying the way Assad’s eyes widen when his cock springs up. That reaction never gets old.

Assad licks his lips, sliding off the couch to go to his knees. “I honestly don’t fucking care as long as I can get my mouth on that thing.”

“How about kid, for now?” Eric settles back on the couch. Fuck lunch; he’s eaten enough. He’ll have a big dinner later. He doesn’t want anything to distract him from what is about to happen. Assad situates himself between Eric’s legs, and wraps his hand around his cock, leaning in to brush his lips against Eric’s balls.

“Sounds good, Daddy,” Assad agrees, licking his lips. His eyes look so pretty all blown up by pupil. Thank God he’s not in contacts today. “It’s gonna take me a while to get this down my throat.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I want it in my throat.” There’s no room for argument in Assad’s tone. It’s really sexy. He hadn’t expected Assad to be so bossy, but it was more than working for him.

He holds up his hands like he’s surrendering. “Have at it then, kid.”

Assad spits on him noisily, his hands sliding up and down the length of him. Eric watches with his lips parted, impressed and turned on in equal measure. He can’t decide what he wants to look at more, Assad’s slender fingers stroking him or his beautiful eyes blown with lust watching himself stroke Eric. When Assad bends to put it in his mouth, he looks up at Eric with those fucking ridiculous eyes of his, though they roll back as Eric’s cock stretches his lips out. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna choke,” Eric grits out as Assad sinks his mouth down, his hand falling into Assad’s hair and tangling in the thick curls. He can feel Assad’s back teeth brushing the sides of his crown, but Assad is careful, doesn’t move so fast that they snag. No, he’s taking his sweet time slipping Eric’s cock slowly, slowly into his throat. “Doing such a good job, kid, fitting it all in that cute little mouth.” He moans for a second right before Eric’s tip blocks up his windpipe, thick saliva slicking the way. 

“Ah,” Assad gasps as he pulls off fast, tears dripping down his cheeks. Thank God he isn’t in makeup right now. He jacks Eric’s cock slowly as he catches his breath. “Sorry, bit out of practise.”

“No, no, it’s… It’s fucking good, you’re good. Jesus.”

Assad grins, sniffing and wiping away the tears with his free hand. “Yeah? You the kinda pervert who likes watching people choke on your dick, Daddy?”

Eric nods. “Always been a weakness. Especially pretty little boys like you.”

“Good,” Assad kisses the head of him, darts his tongue out to tease the slit, “then you’re going to enjoy fucking around with me thoroughly because it’s my favourite thing in the world.” He slides his mouth down again, faster this time, fucking the very back of his throat with Eric’s cock over and over again. He pulls off again, gasping. “The dildo I’ve been practising for this on isn’t big enough.” 

“You’ve been practising?” Eric asks, his brain grinding to a halt. The thought of Assad sucking off a toy imagining it was Eric is enough to keep his wank bank full for years, he suspects.

Assad shrugs, eyes alight with mischief. “Yes. I had a feeling I’d need it. I bought a new one especially. I knew you’d be big, but I didn’t expect it to be this huge. It’s almost rude.”

“It’s not that huge,” Eric smirks.

Assad spits on him again. “It is.” He takes Eric back into his throat, sliding down further, his hands gripping Eric’s thighs as he bobs his head a few times, quick and deep.

“Jesus Christ,” Eric’s toes are curling. “Jesus, Assad. Fuck.” He can’t stop thinking about Assad sucking that toy. He needs to see it, makes a mental note to have Assad show him at some point.

Assad moans, still looking up at him with smug eyes. The sound cuts off again when he finally sinks his lips down to the base, his handsome nose prodding Eric’s pubic bone. Eric feels like he’s about to pass out. He can feel Assad’s throat convulsing and fluttering around the dripping head of his cock. Assad pulls off again and coughs before letting out a whine that is definitely too loud.

“They’ll hear,” Eric warns, tugging Assad’s head back down onto his cock. “Shh, kiddo, just suck it nicely, yeah? I’ll fuck your throat properly when you can be loud. Just… Fuck, can I?”

Assad nods, his fingers digging into Eric’s thighs. His eyes roll back in his head again as Eric tightens his grip on his hair and starts to shallowly thrust up into Assad’s mouth, grinding the bottom of his cock over the length of Assad’s tongue. It’s not deep but it’s fucking good - it’s sloppy and sounds as wet as a cunt, and Eric would be embarrassed about how little time it’s taking for him to get close, but Assad wants it bad. He can’t remember the last time he fucked someone’s mouth who liked it this much.

“I’m getting close, where d’you want it, baby?” 

Assad pulls back, panting. “Want you to fuck my thighs. Fuck, I wish you could just fuck me, wish we had more time, I should’ve made sure I was always ready-”

“It’s okay, there’s plenty of time for that later,” Eric assures him, petting through his hair as Assad clambers up onto the couch.

“But I want it,” Assad insists, his eyebrows furrowing, “I want it, Daddy, God, you have no idea-“

“It’s alright,” Eric soothes as Assad’s breathing quickens even more, “I’ve got you, sweetheart, let’s get you out of these clothes. Don’t panic, we’ll get there, honey, you’re okay.”

Assad nods, chest still heaving, and lifts up his arms for Eric to pull off his t-shirt, immediately squirming out of the comfortable sweatpants he’d worn for his day of rehearsals. He kisses Eric again as soon as he’s in his underwear, trying to climb into his lap. “Quick, quickly-“

“Hey,” Eric scolds, swatting at his thigh, “breathe, Assad. We’ve got time. Don’t rush us through this.” He pushes Assad gently to lie down, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “Let Daddy take care of you, hmm? You gonna be a good boy and let me look after you?”

He feels good when Assad whimpers and lets himself be guided backwards. “Okay,” he nods, swallowing hard, “sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Eric promises, his fingers catching the waistband of Assad’s boxers, “it’s cute, how desperate my boy is to be bred. Makes me feel sexy.”

Assad smiles, still bashful but definitely pleased as he arches his hips to let Eric pull his underwear down and off. His breathing has slowed down again, evened out. “Yeah?”

“Mmmhm,” Eric says, running his hands up Assad’s thighs, eyeing Assad’s long, slender cock appreciatively. Perfect for bouncing on, he notes for later. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before, seems obvious now that you’re just a needy kid who needs his Daddy’s attention. The way you’ve been wriggling for attention right under my nose. You should’ve asked sooner, baby, Daddy could’ve knocked you up you months ago.”

“Oh-“ Assad’s cock flexes at that, and his face goes so, so sweet and earnest. Eric leans over him and kisses him slow and deep, letting Assad cling to his shoulders and wrap his legs around his waist. “Please, Daddy,” he whispers as Eric kisses down his neck, “please… Waited so long…”

“I know, honey, I know, I’m gonna make you feel so good, kid,” Eric promises, “when I get you home I’m gonna eat you out for as long as you’ll let me, you know that? Can’t fucking wait to put my face between these gorgeous fucking thighs.” He scrapes his teeth across Assad’s nipple, mostly because his tits are goddamned beautiful and they deserve the attention, but also because he suspects Assad will be very, very into it. 

“Ah!” Assad moans, digging his acrylic nails into Eric’s shoulders, and Eric shushes him with a chuckle. 

“I’m gonna have to gag you if you can’t keep quiet. Put your fingers in your mouth, baby, be a good boy for me.”

Assad arches his back, pushing his chest into Eric’s panting mouth as he gnaws at his own fingers, choking back another pretty sound when Eric sucks his nipple and palms his cock, wrapping his fingers around it and smirking as he feels it pulse against the heel of his hand.

“So goddamned responsive, you’re so lovely, I can’t wait to fuck you, Assad,” Eric whispers against warm, heaving skin, “should have done this sooner.”

“Yeah,” Assad agrees, squirming. He pushes Eric off gently, lies back on the sofa and brings his thighs together and back, hugging them against his chest. 

Eric strokes himself, but only for a second. He wants to cum between Assad’s thighs, mark him up. Send him back to set with it dripping down his legs under his clothes. “Can you be quiet like this?” He teases.

“No,” Assad admits, biting his lower lip as Eric eases his cock into the tight space between the apex of his thighs, “you’d better give me your underwear to bite.”

“Fuck, kid,” Eric hisses, partly from the snug warmth around his dick and partly from the idea of Assad’s little mouth stuffed with his boxers. He scoops them off the floor next to the couch. “Kick me if you wanna stop.”

“I won’t,” Assad insists with a fierce look in his eyes, and Eric makes a mental note to lecture him on that later, but it’s too sexy to not just shove his boxers in Assad’s obediently open mouth. He groans as Assad breathes the smell of him in deep, eyelids fluttering with it.

“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” Eric breathes as he starts to rock his hips, nudging against Assad’s perineum with every push in, “you look so fucking innocent, baby, but it’s an act, isn’t it? You’d do anything for Daddy to touch you the way you need.”

Assad whines, nodding. 

“You could have any man you want but here you are on my couch begging me to use you to get off. I’m twice your fucking age, you filthy little pervert.” Eric grins as Assad keens, shivering all over. He grunts as Assad tenses his thighs, tightens them even more, and suddenly Eric appreciates how much fucking work the kid must put in at the gym, “and at work no less. So needy you couldn’t wait. I’m gonna wreck you when I get you somewhere alone, you know that, kiddo?”

The sound that escapes Assad is guttural, his hips grinding up into what little contact he can get, and just to drive him crazy Eric angles his cock to thrust down over his hole just once before slipping back between this thighs, which makes him moan and arch. Eric is so hard he’s a little dizzy with it.

“Good boy, you’re doing such a good job, baby, you feel so fucking good, kid.” He goes quiet then, grasps Assad’s legs and fucks him, rutting hard and fast between his legs, the head of his cock frotting into Assad’s perineum and making him jolt every few thrusts. He hopes it feels good; it seems to - Assad is gripping the arm of the sofa either side of his head so tightly that the tendons in his hands are standing out.

Assad starts to try and speak, the words muffled and garbled and Eric tries to pull the boxers out of his mouth, but he bites down on them and opens his eyes to glare at him, which makes Eric smile and redouble his efforts to cum. The expression on the younger man’s face goes back to blissed the fuck out, and Eric throws his head back, chasing the pleasure’s peak.

“I’m gonna fucking shoot all over you, open your legs,” Eric snaps, stripping his cock as Assad’s thighs part wide. “Look at me,” he demands, “you want Daddy’s cum, kid?”

Assad nods, reaching down to stroke himself too, though Eric can’t bring himself to look away from the intense eye contact the two of them are sharing. Assad looks so fucking sexy, sweat making his heaving chest shine, Eric’s boxers half hanging out of his mouth, eyebrows pinched with pleasure, eyes just a tiny bit teary and desperate. 

“Fuck,” Eric gasps as he starts to cum, aiming his cock at where Assad is pumping himself. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asks, reaching to grope Assad’s tit with his free hand, wringing the last of his cum from his cock, “jerking yourself off with Dad’s cum?” It’s out of his mouth before he can stop it.

“Nnnngh!” Assad cries, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, Dad, please…”

Relief floods through him and he coos, his cum-slick fingers rubbing over Assad’s perineum. “Oh honey, you getting close?”

Assad nods desperately. Eric ducks his head to suck on his balls, digging his fingers into his taint where he knows it feels good, and Assad orgasms with a shout that is thankfully quietened by the impromptu gag. Luckily, most of the cum shoots up over Assad’s chest instead of landing in Eric’s hair. He has no idea how he’d have explained that to the hair and makeup team. 

Pushing that thought out of his head, he runs his tongue over the backs of Assad’s fingers where he’s slowly stroking himself through the aftershocks, humming when he moves his hand and lets Eric suck his softening cock. It tastes good - it’s addictive, honestly, and Eric enjoys every second until Assad pushes at his shoulder and spits out his boxers. 

“Too much, Eric-“

“Sorry,” Eric smiles ruefully, “couldn’t resist.”

Assad sighs, grinning with his eyes shut, the real wide one that shows his gums, the one he hardly ever does in public. He looks so pretty that it makes Eric’s heart lurch. “Fuck. Don’t think I’ve cum like that in months.”

“Yeah, you… Well, thank God for your aim.”

Assad’s eyes flutter open, and he laughs. He looks relaxed, more relaxed than Eric’s seen him in a while. “Yeah. Can you get me a tissue or something?”

“Oh, sure, uh-“ Eric gets up and crosses to the bathroom, grabbing a whole roll of toilet paper. He gets caught when Assad looks up at him all shy and grateful when he hands it to him, and he can’t resist bending to kiss him. They kiss for a lingering, languid moment, and Assad hums, his long fingers wrapping around the back of Eric’s neck. 

“Mmm,” Assad hums as they part, wiping at the streaks of both his and Eric’s cum where it’s cooling on his skin. “How much time do we have?”

Eric checks his watch. “Like ten minutes until we have to be back. You want some help?”

“I won’t say no to your hands on me,” Assad flirts, handing him a wad of tissue. Eric chuckles and cleans off the crease of his thighs, getting rid of the tacky remnants of saliva and cum. 

“Are you busy tonight? I have to uh, check in with Jo, but after that…”

Assad shakes his head. “Nope, no plans. Is everything okay with Jo? I assume she knows about you and Luke?”

“Yeah, of course. I just gotta fill her in on what’s been going on. Our relationship’s been open for decades.”

Assad raises his eyebrows, laughing in disbelief. “Well you’ve been holding out on us with that little detail, haven’t you, Mister?! Jacob’s been teasing me for years calling me a homewrecker and this whole bloody time you-”

Eric kisses him again, sheepish. Assad huffs out another laugh but relishes in the kiss. “I’m sorry,” Eric murmurs, the backs of his fingers brushing Assad’s cheek. “I really thought I was doing you a favour not pursuing it with you.”

“You’ll make it up to me,” Assad shrugs, “and yes, I will be using this to get sexual favours from you for at least the next week. Maybe month.”

“Best deal I ever made in my life, kid,” Eric insists, scrunching up the damp tissue and tossing it at the bin. “Shall we?”

They’re both back to their respective sets with one minute to go before lunch ends - the epitome of professional. Eric tries to put their encounter out of his head as he settles back in the chair he’s spending this afternoon’s scene in. Sam is already there, reading through the script.

“How was lunch?” He asks without looking up, and Eric narrows his eyes. Sam’s tone is light, but his cheeks are a little pink even under his thick Lestat makeup.

“Good,” he says slowly, suspicion crystallising when Sam hums, the sound a little too high-pitched for his usual baritone. “Why do you ask?”

Sam shrugs, putting aside the script. “I came over to your trailer to discuss the delivery of something, but…”

“Oh, shit,” Eric rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry, man.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sam insists, his blush deepening, “just… You know, I hope you’ve thought through the position this puts us…”

“Jo is 100% in the know and on board,” Eric explains, and Sam relaxes. 

“Thank God,” he sighs, smiling with relief. “I’m so, so bad at keeping secrets.”

“You already told Jacob, didn’t you?”

Sam grimaces. “He said it looked like I saw a ghost and I spilled everything. I’m sorry.”

“Ah, it’s fine,” Eric bats it away, “but uh… For Assad’s sake, it’s probably best it stays just with the main cast.”

“Of course,” Sam agrees, “our lips are sealed.”

Eric bites the inside of his cheek and looks around. No-one is paying much attention to them yet, fiddling with the lights and cameras. “I also… Might have gone home with Luke last night.”

Sam’s eyes widen. “Eric!”

“They both know,” Eric assures him, rubbing his forehead. “It just sort of… Happened.”

“So… The… Three of you?”

“I don’t know, it’s all happening so fast I’m still not sure it’s not a ridiculous wet dream.”

Sam laughs. “Well presumably I’d be in your lap right now if it was, so I think you might just be awake.”

Eric groans, and Sam laughs harder. “Don’t you start, Mr Australian Beefcake, alright, I can’t do three out of four co-workers in 24 hours. That would be excessive even for me.” He thinks, not for the first time, about how big Sam’s hands are, his eyes falling on them. No, he tells himself, Jesus, Bogosian, have some restraint.

Sam hums, smirking. “You’re safe from me for now.”

“This is why I didn’t tell anyone me and Jo were open,” he sighs, pink at the tips of his ears as the director walks towards them. 

Sam definitely flirts more than usual for the rest of the afternoon, and Eric is glad that he’s a slut, because otherwise the constant objectification by the other guys might be a little much. As it happens, though, Eric is a huge slut, and he happily laps up the attention. Besides, it works for the scenes he and Sam are doing, the sexual tension giving it all more weight. When they wrap for the day, Eric is pleased with his work, and aching in his gut the way he does when he’s been slowly worked up and unable to do anything about it. His afternoon with Sam was a syrupy foreplay, and he is very, very ready to take Assad home and put him through his paces.

Assad is waiting for him outside wardrobe when he comes out in the clothes he’d worn to set that morning. It’s difficult not to kiss him here and now, in the middle of the set with everyone going about their end of day business, but it’s fun too - it’s been a fair few years since Eric’s last workplace romance and he’s forgotten how exhilarating it is keeping a dirty little secret. Assad looks like he’s enjoying it just as much, a cheeky smile on his face and a glint in his eye. 

They walk out together, Assad slipping into Eric’s ride casually. Eric is glad that it’s not the same driver as this morning. He texts Jo, letting her know she can call whenever but that he was having Assad over - and that yes, they had also hooked up that day. He chuckles when she sends him a message back telling him she’s jealous that he gets to fuck two handsome, virile young men while she’s stuck in dinner meetings with old-timer executives who only want to talk about market share.

“Jo?” Assad asks, looking up from his own phone. Eric has no idea what he does on it all the time; the guy is almost unreachable at the best of times. 

“Yeah. She’ll call at some point tonight, just to catch up. She’ll understand if we’re busy, though.”

Assad hums, tucking his phone into his pocket. He reaches across the seat, his fingers petting along Eric’s forearm idly. Eric smiles. He takes Assad’s knee in his hand and runs his thumb across the width of his bony kneecap. “You must be starving,” he murmurs, “you didn’t have much lunch.”

“I had a bagel between takes,” Eric shrugs, which makes Assad snort. Annoyingly, his stomach growls right on cue. “Dammit.”

“That’s what I thought,” Assad chuckles, rubbing Eric’s tummy before giving it a little pat. 

When they reach the apartment, Assad lets Eric lead the way, already looking on his phone for which takeout places have the quickest delivery times. As Eric tosses his jacket on the couch, Jo calls. 

“I’ll have whatever,” Eric tells Assad, “you know what I like, you can pick. Just let me know how much I owe you. I’ll take this upstairs quickly.”

“Take your time,” Assad smiles, unbuttoning his coat, “no rush. Neither of us are in tomorrow.”

“Am I interrupting?” Jo asks as Eric answers the phone, “I thought I’d try and call early, so you boys can have the rest of the night.”

“We only just got in,” Eric explains as he shuts himself in the bedroom. “Assad’s just ordering dinner.”

“Great,” Jo sounds like she’s making herself comfortable, so Eric sits on the bed too. “So… How was it?”

“Insane,” he tells her, “beyond hot. With both of them. I uh, I don’t wanna get too into the gory details about Luke with Assad next door, but yeah… Jesus, it was really good. He was very sweet. Went right into subspace like it was nothing. He said he wanted me to share him with you, too.”

Jo hums in a way that makes Eric wonder if she’s touching herself. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too,” Eric squirms. “And Assad… I fucked his thighs in my trailer. He was so into it that I had to give him my boxers in his mouth to keep him quiet.”

“He must’ve looked so cute like that, those lovely eyes of his looking up at you.”

“Yeah, he did,” Eric whispers, his ears burning. God, he wanted to touch himself. “I can’t get too worked up, I gotta save some for him.”

“That’s alright, baby. I know you’ll tell me everything when you have time. How about you write me something, hmm? A dramatic retelling of your adventures with your two sweet boys?”

Eric swallows hard, his cock throbbing. “Y-yeah, hon, I can do that. Are you…?”

“Thinking about it,” she teases, “but I’ll wait until you’re gone. I’ll be thinking of you.”

“I’ll be thinking of you too,” he tells her, and means it. 

Jo giggles. “I’m sure.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Bye.”

Eric kisses into the receiver, and hangs up. He takes a deep breath, and adjusts his cock in his pants. It’s no good waiting for it to go down; it’s just gonna spring back up the second Assad gets his hands on him anyway. He plugs his phone in and leaves it there next to the bed, and heads back into the living room, where Assad is untying his shoes.

“That was quick,” Assad observes, smirking. “Eager to get back to me?”

“Yeah,” Eric admits, “yeah, this has been a long time coming. Didn’t wanna waste another second.” He sits down next to Assad, his fingers playing along the back of the younger man’s neck. 

Assad bites his lip, his eyes slipping closed. “I’m going to shower after dinner,” he says softly, “and then I’m gonna need you to fuck me.”

“I need it as much as you do, baby, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“What did you think about? Before today?” Assad is fishing, a pleased smile on his face as he tilts his head to the side to give Eric room to kiss his neck. 

“I tried to be a gentleman,” Eric whispers, “but it’s never been my style. I’ve jerked off thinking about you so many times, kid. All those cheeky looks, those dirty comments. You’ve been teasing me for years. I imagined you being a brat, wiggling your pert little ass in my face and goading me to spank it.” He nibbles on Assad’s neck, purring at the breathy moan he lets out. “You’ve been a fuckin’ tease, you know that?”

“Mmmhm,” Assad grins, the tip of his tongue tracing his teeth, “hoped I’d drive you crazy enough to just grab me and make me pay for it.”

Eric squirms. He bites a little harder, his hand dipping under Assad’s shirt to feel up his tits. “You hoped to bring out the dirty old man in me, huh?”

“Yeah,” Assad arches his back, looking up at him with dark eyes. “Wanted you to take advantage of how horny I was.” He blinks, the desire in his face softening for a moment. “But you cared too much about my wellbeing to do it. And that just made me want to get on my knees all the more.”

Eric kisses him properly, his hands cupping Assad’s face. “I like you, kid. I give a shit about you. We can do whatever kinky shit you want, but I’m not a complete asshole. I’m not gonna fuck with your head. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Assad nods, smiling like he finds Eric cute. He climbs into his lap, straddling him, but not grinding them together. Not yet. “You really do see me as a naive little thing, don’t you? Like I’m nineteen and dipping my toe into some dirty fantasies I’ve had.”

“No,” Eric argues, his cheeks going pink, but Assad laughs, kissing him. 

“It turns me on, the way you treat me like I’m fragile,” Assad assures him hotly, their lips brushing, “but lest you forget, I could hold you down and take whatever I wanted from you, if I was so inclined.” He pushes Eric into the couch, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrists and pinning them at his sides. Their eyes meet and Eric feels tiny, his stomach swooping as he tries and fails to move his arms. He believes Assad completely. “And, well…” Assad hums, leaning back with a glint in his eye as he releases Eric once more, “I’m no stranger to workplace hookups. I’m not like Luke, I know who I am and what I want. And what I want is for you to put me on my back and give me your undivided attention.”

“Your wish is my command, baby,” Eric breathes, his hands creeping up Assad’s shirt to pull it off. “You ordered food?”

“It’ll be here in twenty minutes,” Assad confirms, unbuttoning Eric’s shirt hurriedly, “enough time for you to make me cum, don’t you think?”

Eric groans. “Whatever you want, kid, Daddy’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck,” Assad squirms, bending to put his mouth on Eric’s throat, “been thinking about you sucking me off, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” Eric nudges Assad off his lap and shifts their positions, grabbing a pillow to put under his knees as he settles on the floor between the younger man’s legs. “I’ll suck your dick if you tell me more about your fantasies, sweetheart, how about that?” 

Assad nods, arching his hips to push his sweatpants and underwear down. Eric kisses up his thigh, breathing in the scent of him. He smells so good down here that Eric wishes he didn’t have to shower. He wonders if Assad would be into him putting his face in his armpit. He hopes so. He takes Assad’s cock in his hand and jerks it slowly as he sucks his balls, making the younger man gasp. “I thought about… About you fucking me for hours, making me work for your cum. I like…” He trails off into a moan when Eric’s mouth slips up the length of him.

“What do you like, baby?” Eric prompts right before he finally sucks Assad’s tip into his mouth.

“Daddy,” Assad groans, clutching at his shoulder, “I-I fuck myself with a dildo, and think about you using me, I cum over and over until I’m wrung dry but you still keep fucking me, using me. I like when it hurts. Like imagining you hurting me and telling me to take it, telling me you’re proud of me.”

Eric bobs his head, putting his glasses aside. He kneads at his erection, humming at the image Assad is describing, imagining him working himself up on a dildo. Fuck. “Lucky I emptied my balls earlier on,” Eric teases when he takes a breather, his hand twisting on Assad’s slick cock, “maybe you’ll get your wish tonight.”

“Want you to cum inside me, I-I get antsy when I don’t feel like I made my partner feel good. Need you to…” Assad hesitates, and Eric sucks harder, sinking down a couple of inches deeper. It feels good; Assad’s cock prods the back of his throat, and he writhes in pleasure. “Need you to breed your kid, Daddy…”

Jesus. Eric feels his cock kick against his underwear like it’s thrashing to get out. He groans, fucks his throat with Assad’s cock until he gags, jerking him as he pulls off. “There’s a good boy,” Eric rasps, petting Assad’s thigh, “that’s exactly what I’m gonna do, kiddo. The second you step out of that shower, I’m fucking you full and I’m not gonna stop until you’re dripping my cum.”

“Knew you’d have a dirty mouth,” Assad grins, his eyes glittering as he guides Eric’s head back down. “You’ve been cruel, Daddy, making me wait so long. You’re going to make it up to me by choking on my cock.”

Eric’s eyes roll back, and his fingers tighten on Assad’s thighs. He loves the feeling of gagging on a dick - or Jo’s strap, he’s not fussy - and the way Assad is looking down at him, with a gleeful sadism, is really doing it for him. His head is starting to get fuzzy, and it takes effort to remind himself that he’s not meant to be slipping into subspace. What the fuck did he do in his last life to deserve a kinky sadomasochist bottom with a mile-wide Daddy kink and the face of a renaissance angel? Must’ve been a revolutionary leader or some shit. 

His reverie is interrupted by Assad yanking on his hair right at the root, throwing his head back as he starts to shudder. Eric redoubles his efforts, bobbing faster, the suction intensifying. Assad cries out, his chest heaving. Eric wishes he could talk him through it, tell him how fucking pretty he looks, but his mouth is busy.

“Gonna make me cum,” Assad gasps, forcing himself to look at Eric once more. “It feels so fucking good, it’s so good, Dad…”

Eric chokes just a little bit when Assad shoots off down his throat. It’s been a while since he got a mouthful of cum, but the musk of it drives Eric crazy. He gulps it down and wrings as much of it out as he can, jerking the base of Assad’s cock as he suckles at the head. 

“Eric,” Assad mewls, squirming, and Eric reluctantly pulls off, panting as he rests his forehead against the younger man’s thigh. “Fuck. I feel like you sucked my soul out.”

“That was so fucking hot,” Eric mumbles, licking his lips. He wants more. He knows he’s going to wake Assad up with a blowjob in the morning. “Satisfied, kid?” He asks as he raises his head.

Assad has the grace to look contrite. “Was I too rough?”

“Fuck no,” Eric insists, “I loved it. You’re sexy when you’re being sadistic.”

“I think you might just find me sexy regardless,” Assad smiles, patting the sofa next to him. Eric heaves himself to his feet and sits down. He’s surprised when Assad kisses him, tonguing his mouth so deep he’s sure Assad’s trying to taste himself on Eric’s palate. It makes Eric so hot that he might be in danger of cumming at the first breath on his dick. 

“Jesus,” Eric pants as Assad pulls away, “I’m starting to feel like a chew toy for you, baby. It’s really fucking working for me.”

Assad grins. “I can’t really help it. I do want to put you in my mouth and shake you.”

“Sounds like a very Armand thing to say,” Eric teases, and Assad rolls his eyes.

“If I were Armand, you’d probably be worshipping my feet right now begging for forgiveness with an obnoxiously large A carved into your chest.”

Eric’s mouth goes dry. “That… Is very specific.”

“I…” Assad blushes. “I’ve considered it. What Armand would fantasise about. As part of the character work. Naturally.”

Eric’s smile is evil. “You’ve considered it, huh? You considered it real carefully with your hand pumping your dick, I bet.”

“I am not going to carve my initial into your chest.”

“But you’ve thought about it.”

“I’m not that much of a sadist.”

“And I’m not that much of a masochist,” Eric shrugs, “but the fact you thought of it is sexy as hell. You got any of that possessive streak in you, kid?”

Assad squirms. “I respect that you’re married, Eric, I’m not-“

“That’s not what I asked,” Eric waves it away, taking Assad’s chin in his fingers, “you thought about owning me, hmm? Baby’s own pet Daddy, here to take care of you whenever you want?”

It should be illegal, how pretty Assad looks when his eyes go all wide and hopeful. Eric’s heart is swelling as much as his dick. “I really want you to take care of me, Daddy.”

“I’m going to, honey. Come here.” Eric pulls Assad in for a cuddle, his fingers running through his hair. Assad makes a soft little noise of relief as he buries his face in Eric’s neck. “I’m not just gonna fuck you, okay? This stuff isn’t just hot sex to me, it’s… A way of life. If I’m your Daddy that means I look after you in every way you want me to. It means something to me, you know? You’re my kid. It’s a bond. Is that something you want?”

Assad burrows in deeper, slipping his hands up Eric’s shirt. He doesn’t say anything for a minute or so, but he does nuzzle Eric like he’s trying to dig under his skin with his nose. Eric kisses his hair, and tries not to feel anxious. “I like you so much,” Assad finally whispers, and it sounds like he’s smiling. “Of course I want it. It’s exactly what I want. Someone to ask me about my day, listen to me. Look out for me. At least while we’re here, away from our families and friends.” Eric hopes his sigh of relief isn’t too loud, but it makes Assad sit up and smile at him, so who cares if it was? 

They’re kissing again then, Assad holding Eric’s face in his hands, Eric still stroking his hair and the back of his neck. They kiss for a long time, slow and sweet, and it feels like they have all the time in the world. Eric has to remind himself to not grope his tits, has to keep his impulse to make it horny again under control. It’s been a long time since Assad had a good makeout, he suspects.

The doorbell goes, and Assad makes a grumpy little noise as Eric pulls away, which makes him chuckle. Assad gets up before Eric can stop him, yanking up his sweatpants and grabbing his phone on the way to the door. Eric watches him for a half second before he realises he needs to get them plates and cutlery. It’s weird, how seamlessly they move together dishing up the takeout, trading little smiles as they pass each other different boxes. It’s nice. It doesn’t feel like a hookup in the slightest.

“How’d your shoot go with Sam today?” Assad asks when they sit at the table, the two of them sitting so close that their chairs are almost touching.

Eric hums around a mouthful of food. He’s starving, he’s almost surprised to find. “It was good. He, uh… Yeah, shit, I should’ve mentioned sooner, but he heard us at lunch. He was teasing me about it. But he’ll be cool, I think.”

“He will,” Assad agrees, shrugging, “he’s managed to keep his thing with Jacob quiet.”

“No the fuck he hasn’t,” Eric snorts, “half the fandom is writing fanfiction about those two boning down.”

“Is that so?” Assad hums, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “What about us?”

Eric feels his cheeks warm. He is, in fact, very familiar with the stories people write about him and Assad. Intimately familiar, he could say. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe, Mister. You’re telling me, hand on heart, you’ve never looked up what people say about us?” Assad nudges him. “We both know you’re the plugged in one between the two of us. And it’s not like you to be coy.”

“There might be a few fanfictions about us.”

“A few?” Assad sighs dramatically. “After all my time mooning about you in the public sphere? What does a man have to do to start gay rumours about himself these days?”

Eric laughs. “You could always do one of those coming out statements if you really wanted people to know.”

“Ew,” Assad wrinkles his nose, shaking his head. “Never. That’d be way too much attention. I hate being perceived, you know this about me.”

“Unless you’re being perceived talking about how much you want to fuck me.”

“Exactly,” Assad agrees. He reaches over and steals Eric’s last piece of lamb. “You get me completely.”

Eric shakes his head fondly. “I don’t, but since I’m benefiting from it I don’t think I need to be questioning it.”

“Good,” Assad beams, putting down his fork, “that’s the correct answer, Daddy. I’m going to go and shower. Take your time eating, I’ll be at least ten minutes.” He brushes his hand over Eric’s shoulder as he leaves, and Eric watches after him. He thinks about how well Assad will get on with Jo. The schemes they’ll come up with to torment him. He can see them now, her holding him down and riding him, telling him to hold his cum for Mommy. He remembers a time he and Jo roleplayed a mother teaching her boy how to jerk off, thinks about how much Assad would get off on that. Luke too. He shivers a little and forces himself to finish his dinner. The last thing he needs is to run out of steam tonight.

He leaves the dishes for another time, too antsy to do anything that calming. Instead, he lets himself into the bedroom and digs the lube out from where it had rolled under the bed the night before. By the time he straightens up, he can hear that the shower’s been turned off. He thinks about popping a Viagra, but the extra stress on his heart feels like a bad idea. Besides, he doubts he’s going to struggle staying hard for Assad. The biggest struggle, he suspects, is going to be not cumming too soon.

Assad lets himself back into the room with a towel around his waist. He looks incredibly buff with the water dripping down the muscles of his arms and shoulders. Eric crosses the room to meet him at the door, smiling as he hears Assad let out a little “oof” as their chests meet. “Hello,” he grins, tilting his head into Eric’s hand as it comes up to cup his cheek. It’s one of those gummy ones again. 

“Promise you’ll stay, after,” Eric murmurs, and Assad nods. “Good. Don’t want you running out on me without aftercare.”

“Already planning aftercare? How promising.”

“Always do. What kind of fuck ass Doms have you been messing around with?”

Assad rolls his eyes. “You seem to have a lot of interest in my adventures with other men. Don’t you want to have some adventures of your own, Daddy?”

Eric sees that deflection for what it is, but also Assad steps away from him and takes the towel off, and Eric gets his first proper look at his ass. He suspects Assad might spend too much time in the gym, but he does not feel like complaining. It’s objectively perfect, rounder than he thought it’d be. Wardrobe are doing a grave sin covering it up, he thinks. “Isn’t it Daddy’s job to protect you, huh?” He asks, reaching for his waist, “you’re just a kid, after all. Lots of bad, horrible men out there would chew you right up.”

“And you would never,” Assad teases, leaning back into him, “you would never do anything untoward with me, would you, Daddy?”

“Well…” Eric bites him, right where his neck meets his shoulder. Assad whines, biting down the sound a little too late. It’s cute that a sound that pathetic can come out of a guy this ripped. “I might. But I’d be polite about it and lick your wounds after.”

Assad wriggles, reaching back to grab his cock through his pants. “I need you to make me feel like you’re gonna eat me alive, Eric.”

“You got it, baby,” Eric purrs, biting him again, his teeth digging in harder. Assad moans loudly this time, fumbling with Eric’s zipper. Eric sucks, and Assad elbows him. 

“No visible marks, filming.”

“Right,” Eric pants, kissing his nape in apology. “You got any shirtless scenes coming up in the next few days?”

Assad shakes his head, and Eric turns him around. They both work on getting Eric’s pants off, and Eric ducks his head to suck Assad’s tit, his teeth worrying his nipple. “Oh my God,” Assad groans, abandoning his quest to get Eric naked in favour of clutching the hair at the back of his head, “that feels so fucking good, Daddy.”

“Get on the bed,” Eric orders, rushing to take off his clothes as Assad crawls over the mattress, leaving them all in a pile on the floor for him to get to tomorrow. “You know how fucking sexy you are, Assad? Jesus, kid, look at you. You were right earlier, you know, you could fuck me up easily if you wanted to. But all you wanna do is have Daddy take care of you, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Assad nods, parting his legs eagerly as Eric climbs over him. “I need you inside me, fuck, Daddy, I need you to fuck me.”

“I’m gonna get there, baby, relax. Always in such a rush, bouncing around. Such a silly little thing. This is why you need me, huh? Push you into the mattress and make you go limp.”

Assad arches, rubbing their chests together. “How are you gonna do that?”

“Think I might fold you in half and eat you out for a while,” Eric murmurs in his ear between bites at the column of his neck, grinning when it makes Assad shiver. “You want that, hmm?”

“Yes,” Assad breathes, “I get so sensitive there, Daddy…”

“Good,” Eric hisses, not wasting another moment before straightening up and pushing Assad’s thighs up to his chest.

“God, I can’t believe this is happening,” Assad whimpers, clutching at Eric’s hair. 

Eric can’t believe it either, but he figures Assad has waited long enough. His hole is already a little relaxed when Eric kisses it, and it makes his gut singe with heat to think about the fact that Assad had probably been playing with it in the shower, thinking about this. He grinds his dick into the mattress as his tongue brushes Assad’s rim, his hands eagerly groping the younger man’s cheeks as he starts out nice and gentle. 

“Mmmmm, oh my God,” Assad sighs, “fuck, Daddy, more, I need more…” He shivers, his hole clenching on Eric’s mouth. 

He works Assad up slowly, his tongue slathering him with spit as he relaxes his hole little by little until he can work his tongue in easily. Assad is so hot inside, clutching at his tongue so eagerly. He could stay down here all night, probably, but he knows Assad wants more. Eric groans softly as Assad yanks on his hair.

“I’m ready, come on,” Assad urges, and Eric sits up, the entire lower half of his face damp. He tries to pull Eric up for a kiss, but Eric stays put, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand before letting his mouth play on the planes of the younger man’s stomach, lavishing him with open-mouth kisses. “Teasing me,” Assad complains half-heartedly as his back arches, encouraging Eric to pay attention to his lovely tits. 

“Daddy’s been waiting a long time for this, baby,” Eric mutters against his skin, “I’m gonna enjoy every inch of you.”

“God,” Assad groans, his voice gravelly. He tugs at Eric’s hair again as he sucks at his nipple, brushing it with his tongue between sucks like it’s a clit. “Eric, Daddy, please-“

Eric grunts in pleasure, groping Assad’s other pec, massaging it. It’s soft until Assad flexes, makes it bulge in his palm and go hard as a rock. God, the kid’s built. So svelte in his clothes, but Assad really could beat the shit out of him and not break a sweat. Eric’s never been a muscle guy, but something about the knowledge that this doe-eyed sweetheart writhing under his touch could fold him like a deck-chair is hot as fuck. He can feel Assad trying to rut his cock into his stomach, the cool smear of precum in his belly hair. “You gonna let Daddy have his way with you, kid? Hmm?”

“Yes,” Assad nods, “gonna let you do whatever you want to me.”

Eric purrs, giving the younger man’s nipple one last bite before letting his hand flit up Assad’s bicep, encouraging it up so he could kiss the sensitive skin on the inside of it, making Assad gasp. “You smell so good,” Eric hisses, his mouth watering as he works his way towards Assad’s armpit. 

“No-one’s ever-“

“You want me to not?” His eyes flick to Assad’s expression, which is mostly horny, but also curious.

Assad bites his lip. “You can. I don’t know if I’ll like-“

He doesn’t wait for Assad to finish the sentence, unable to resist a second longer now that he had consent. He’s gratified by the choked-off breathy sound Assad makes as his tongue runs right into the most sensitive part of his underarm. The body-warm hair is soft and just the tiniest bit damp, the day’s sweat having been lost in Assad’s shower. Eric hopes Assad will let him do this after the gym, one day. He groans at the thought of it, making out with Assad’s underarm, his ears pricked for every sweet, surprised little sound coming out of him.

“Oh…” Assad breathes, squirming, “fuck, oh fuck...” Eric sees his head fall back out of the corner of his eye, and he grins, breathing in deep as he nuzzles the ticklish part affectionately. Assad finally giggles, snapping his arm back down to his side. 

Eric lifts his face, his brain feeling a little mushy again. One day, he thinks, he’s gonna let himself just worship Assad’s body until he’s off his face on it. But tonight he has other things to attend to. “How’d you like that?”

“It was really fucking good,” Assad admits, looking up at Eric through his eyelashes, “it’s sort of like you took one of my virginities, don’t you think?”

They both feel the way that makes Eric’s cock flex, blood surging into it like he’s forty years younger. He kisses Assad deeply, his tongue curling inside his mouth when he parts his lips eagerly. Eric relishes in it, grinding his cock into Assad’s tummy, making quiet pleasured noises into their kiss. “Don’t you wish it was me who took all of them, kid?” He asks roughly, his hands wandering down Assad’s side, “wouldn’t it have been better to learn it all with your Daddy?”

Assad writhes, pressing his head back into the pillow to arch his body, rubbing their tummies together, their cocks trapped between them. “Yes,” he whispers, lifting both his arms this time. “Want you to have it. Want you to take it from me.”

He doesn’t waste any time before lavishing Assad’s armpit with kisses, tongue dragging up and down the soft, sensitive hairs. Assad grunts in pleasure, rutting his cock into Eric desperately. “Such a good boy,” Eric hisses, switching to the other side to give it the same attention.

“God, please fuck me,” Assad begs, humping Eric in earnest. “I need it, Daddy, please, Eric-“

“Shhh,” Eric murmurs, sitting up and running his fingers through Assad’s hair, “I’ve got you, baby. Daddy’s just gotta have his fun, you’ve just gotta lie there and let Daddy have it, okay?”

The noise Assad lets out sounds like it physically hurts, the rasp of the whine grating his vocal chords. “Daddy,” he moans, squirming, his face screwing up a little bit, “I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”

“I know you will, sweetheart,” Eric assures him, kissing his armpit more reverently, his hand trailing down to Assad’s cock to stroke him, the precum dribbling over his knuckles. “So sensitive, hmm?”

Assad nods, clinging to the headboard. “It feels so good.”

“See, when you let me use you, I always make sure it feels good.” He gives Assad’s cock a nice tight squeeze, twisting his wrist, and Assad gasps, hands flying down to his wrist.

“Gonna make me cum if you keep-“

“Poor baby,” Eric coos, letting go of him, “it’s all a little much, isn’t it? So overwhelmed, look at you. You’re doing such a good job holding it in.” He kisses Assad’s cheeks, and then his mouth, and Assad clings to him, panting. 

“Need you to fuck me,” he insists, “want you to force it all the way in even if it hurts.”

The sound of that drives Eric crazy, but there’s fantasy and then there’s reality. And he knows from experience that he’s too thick to try sliding in with such little prep. Especially given the hints Assad’s been dropping that it’s been a while for him. 

He jerks Assad even as he reaches to the nightstand for the lube, distracting him. “This is why I’m in charge, kid,” he murmurs, kissing his forehead and cheeks again, “you’d get yourself into a world of hurt otherwise.”

“Fuck me, I can take it,” Assad argues, and Eric gently bites the tip of his nose. 

“You’re a bossy little thing, you know that?”

Assad huffs, looks up at him like he’s a teenager getting grounded. It makes Eric grin. “You’re a tease.”

“I can tease you for another hour if you’re gonna talk back,” Eric shrugs, letting go of Assad’s cock to slick up his fingers.

They look at each other for a long moment, Assad’s eyebrows furrowed. Eric just smiles at him. It’s nothing to him, whether Assad wants to play the brat or the angel - he’ll have fun either way. But it’s interesting to watch him decide, and Eric wonders which he’ll go for. But, after a moment, Assad’s gaze turns innocent again, looking at him through his eyelashes. Angel it is.

“I trust you, Daddy,” he says, pitching his voice as sweet as sugar.

Eric falls for it like a sucker. “There’s my good boy,” he coos, fingers finding his hole, “all I need from you is to lie there and relax, baby, Daddy’ll make it feel so good.”

Assad sighs in relief as Eric’s finger slips inside him, eyelashes fluttering. His pretty hands are grasping Eric’s shoulders, fingertips restlessly rubbing his body hair back and forth. “Mm,” he hums, “that’s nice.”

“I’ve got you, kid, just enjoy it,” Eric coaxes, curling his finger to test the give of his hole, “it’s all for you, sweetheart.”

He likes getting stretched open like this, that much is clear from the way he arches and grinds down, his hips undulating, putting pressure on Eric’s wrist in a way that’s definitely gonna ache in the morning. When Eric adds a second, sliding in easy, Assad whimpers, hitching his thighs up higher to give Eric more access. 

“There, Dad,” Assad hisses, his stomach twitching, “there, please, please, Eric-“

“Shh,” Eric soothes, his free hand petting up and over his chest, “let me give it to you, kiddo, you’re alright.” He rubs Assad in that spot again, curling his fingers to stretch him less and stimulate him more. 

Assad looks up at him with pleasured surprise on his face, gasping with the intensity as Eric finger fucks him slow but firm, his cock jumping and drooling. “Dad…“

“You wanna cum for your Dad, Assad? Hmm?”

“Yes,” Assad breathes, overwhelmed tears sliding down his temples as his eyes squeeze shut, “yes, it’s so good-“

“Such a sweet boy,” Eric praises, moving just a little faster, “look at you, honey, you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to fucking slide inside you, kiddo, your Dad’s gonna take such good care of you.”

Assad chokes, grabbing his cock and rubbing over the head, and then he’s cumming so hard he almost kicks Eric in the dick. It’s loud but wordless, and it lasts a long time, his inner muscles rippling, and Eric pushes in a third finger just to drag it out a second longer. Assad gasps for breath when it’s over, his eyes opening to look up at Eric with something like awe on his face. “H-how’d you know I’d be into that?”

Eric grins. “You want me to get into the psychoanalysis of it all or do you want me to get inside you?” It would be obvious to an idiot, he thought it best not to say, you never talk about your parents or your family but you stuck to an average looking septuagenarian like glue from the first day you laid eyes on him. You light up when a male director praises you, especially when it comes with physical touch. You make yourself smaller when you’re overwhelmed, and you get lost in your head until someone gives you a grounding touch. You mentioned touching yourself thinking about watching me and Luke make out.

“Psychoanalysis later,” Assad agrees, smiling back. “Inside now.”

“That’s what I thought,” Eric teases, petting over Assad’s inner thigh once he’s pulled out his fingers. He squeezes lube over his cock, and Assad eagerly reaches down to spread it. 

“You’re bigger than my toys, Daddy,” Assad mumbles, his mouth wet, “it’s gonna break me in half.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, sweetheart,” Eric promises, “Daddy’s gonna be so careful with his baby boy.”

Assad pouts, which makes Eric huff out a chuckle. He bends to kiss Assad, shuffling forwards on his knees to press the head of his cock to where Assad’s wet and relaxed. Assad shivers, wraps his arms around the back of Eric’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss. “Want you to ruin me for other men, Dad.”

“You got it, kid,” Eric slowly slides inside, and it’s so much easier than it was with Luke. Assad takes it like a pro, gasping and digging his nails in but not panicking or crying at all. “You feel so good, kiddo,” Eric breathes into the skin of Assad’s throat, “such a good boy.” It’s true; Assad is clenching on him eagerly, like he’s trying to learn the shape of Eric’s cock.

“I’m so fucking open,” Assad groans, the sound deep, “fuck, Dad, you’re wrecking me.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Assad nods, grasping at Eric’s hair and manoeuvring him so they’re eye to eye. “You like your son’s hole?”

Eric curses softly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Yeah, kiddo, yeah, I fucking love it. Jesus. You ready for it harder?”

Assad nods eagerly. “Hurt me, God, make it hurt.”

“You sure?”

Assad snarls at him, and Eric grins. 

“Alright, kid, if you’re so fucking grown up.” He sits up and hikes Assad’s legs up, shifts his knees closer to Assad’s hips, and goes to fucking town. “That better? Huh?” He demands as he pulls Assad’s hips into each brutal thrust.

Assad cries out, his hands grappling for purchase on the headboard as Eric fucks him up the mattress, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad Dad!” He’s so unabashedly loud, not a hint of shame crying out his pleasure with every thrust, and Eric fucking loves it. 

“Yeah, I thought you’d fucking like that,” Eric growls, putting one of his hands on Assad’s stomach, “you feel Daddy in here, baby? You feel me bulging your cute little tummy?”

“Yes,” Assad says breathlessly, “in me so deep… Gonna give me a brother-“

“Jesus, kid,” Eric gasps, having to stop suddenly and pull out. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re make Dad cum if you keep that up.” 

Assad grins ear to ear, and pushes Eric back gently, turning over onto his hands and knees. “I know you wanna breed your boy, Daddy.” He puts his cheek on the pillow, arches his back and presents his gorgeous fucking ass, and Eric can’t resist taking a cheek in each hand and tonguing his hole. It’s so soft, nice and stretched out from getting fucked, though it twitches tighter when Eric slips his tongue inside. Assad wriggles, surprised but pleased. “Dad… Don’t get distracted,” he teases, smiling into the pillowcase. Eric kisses his hole once more as he sits back.

“Can’t help it with my pretty kid,” Eric replies, swatting Assad’s ass playfully just to watch it ripple. 

Assad hums with pleasure, wiggling his hips eagerly. “I like it when you hurt me.”

Eric gulps, licking his lips. Jesus. Assad was going to be the death of him. “Here I thought I raised a well adjusted little kid.”

“No,” Assad answers, looking over his shoulder with mirth in his eyes, “you raised a slutty sadomasochist.”

“Just like your Daddy, huh?” 

Assad preens, lowers his eyes to gaze at Eric through his eyelashes. Eric lines up and pushes in, revelling in the way it makes the alluring, practised expression go all slack and unguarded as he splits Assad open. It makes him throb, and he has to pause for a second once he’s seated all the way inside, letting Assad squirm on the length of him. “Fuck,” he moans, leaning forward to slowly pull off Eric, before pushing back smoothly, fucking himself. “Fuck, Eric…”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, give your old man a show.” Eric coaxes, running his palm up and down Assad’s spine. 

“Like this?” Assad teases, bouncing nice and slow, showing off all the muscles in his back. Eric groans softly, holds Assad’s hips in his hands and just lets him at it, lets him control the pace. He’s glad for his experience, because if he were Assad’s age he’d have gone off like a goddamned rocket. Assad is a vision, his face turned to the side where it’s on the pillow, his mouth open and his eyebrows pinched. 

“That feel good, kiddo? Yeah? You like fucking yourself on the cock that made you?”

“Yeah,” Assad sighs, speeding up. “You’re being lazy, Daddy.”

Eric laughs breathlessly. “Yeah, maybe I am. Go on, sweetheart, ask me for what you need.”

“Fuck me, Dad,” Assad urges, “fuck me like you fucked me into Mommy.”

“God-“ Eric gasps, taking hold of the back of Assad’s neck, pinning him in place, “you got it, kid.” He holds Assad down so he can’t get any leverage, and lets his instincts sweep him up, nailing Assad harder than he’d fucked anyone in years. 

Assad turns his face into the pillow and lets himself cry out with every nasty grind in. It’s so goddamned deep, Eric’s balls meeting Assad’s taint, and he knows it has to hurt a little bit, but Assad sounds like he’s in heaven. “It’s so fucking good,” Assad whimpers when he lifts his face to breathe, “so so fucking good Dad, don’t stop, don’t stop Daddy, please, please…”

“Not gonna stop til I breed you, kid,” Eric grits out, “just like I bred your Mom.”

“Fuck,” Assad sobs, his fingernails making a horrible grinding noise on the chipboard headboard, but then his ass is tightening up so much Eric has no choice but to thrust in hard and stay there. He desperately grinds into the clutch of Assad’s hole, letting his head fall back as the pleasure curls and snaps, his mouth falling open on a groan so loud it hurts his throat. 

Eric almost collapses on top of Assad, burying his face in his shoulder, gasping for breath. “Jesus, kid. Jesus.” 

“Did you cum?” Assad asks, sounding loopy as hell, and Eric nods, kissing his sweaty skin, nuzzling into it so the moisture gets all over his face. 

“Yeah, baby, I came so fucking hard, nice and fucking deep. You felt so good. Might’ve killed me in a few more minutes,” he chuckles, but Assad makes a horribly distressed sound in the back of his throat. “I’m alright,” he soothes, wrapping his arms around Assad’s waist, kissing the nape of his neck. “I’m here, sweetheart, I’m fine.”

Assad sighs, turning his face to rub his damp forehead into Eric’s lips. He peppers it in kisses, petting his tummy. He fights the urge to fill the silence, just focuses on evening out his breathing with Assad’s, holding him, his dick going soft where it’s still nestled inside his boy. He figures he’s allowed to think of Assad as his boy after all that. 

As the frenzied pleasure ebbs away, multiple aches start to creep in, and Eric groans softly. He presses one last kiss to Assad’s forehead and slowly extricates himself, sighing in relief as he flops over onto his back and tugs Assad close, running his fingers through damp, messy waves. He’s sad to miss the drip of his cum from Assad’s hole, but he figures there’ll be other opportunities. “You with me, kid?” He asks gently, smiling a little when Assad nuzzles into his chest. 

“Mmm,” Assad confirms, squeezing Eric. Relaxing, Eric closes his eyes and lets the quiet sit some more. It would be more difficult to resist filling the silence if he wasn’t so genuinely wiped out. He hates silence, usually, but he figures Assad is probably enjoying it when his foot starts petting Eric’s shin, rubbing back and forth in a soothing, slow rhythm.

“I’m thirsty,” Assad says after a few more minutes, though he makes no move to get up from where he’s sprawled almost on top of Eric. 

“You want me to get you some water?”

Assad hums, nods, clearing his throat quietly as he moves over to let Eric up. Steeling himself for a moment, Eric sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, testing his muscles by flexing his feet a few times. His legs feel like jelly. Shit. How’s he supposed to go and get Assad water without falling over like an decrepit idiot? 

“Uhh…” His anxiety flares, and he looks back over his shoulder to see Assad watching him. He looks away when Eric meets his eyes, and the water is forgotten for a moment. Eric turns around, reaching for Assad’s knee, which he notices is a little bit bruised. It’s very cute. “Hey, you doing okay over there? Hmm?”

“I… Could you…?” Assad hesitates, his eyes flicking back to Eric’s. 

Eric tilts his head to the side in question, which he’s gratified to see makes Assad smile just the littlest bit. “Anything you need, sweetheart. What is it?”

“More cuddling?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Eric teases lightly, glad to lie back down. He opens his arms, his heart squeezing when Assad happily flops on top of him once more. “Yeah, this is horrible,” he smiles, kissing the top of Assad’s head over and over. 

Assad huffs out a chuckle, kissing Eric’s chest. He sighs. “This is usually the part where they make their excuses and leave.”

“Idiots.” Eric is surprised by how much the thought of that pisses him off. He’s been an asshole very regularly in his life, he knows that he hasn’t done right by everybody he’s ever slept with. But doing something that intense and then leaving before the other guy’s even fallen asleep? That, he tells himself, is something he could never fathom doing. “I don’t know how anybody ever let you go, kid.”

“I’m weird,” Assad mumbles, and Eric tuts, tugging gently on his hair so Assad looks up at him. 

“You’re not weird. No weirder than anybody else. You’re a fucking dream. I mean it.” Eric wants to say more, especially with Assad’s irresistible eyes gazing up at him like that. But he’s not sure where they stand yet, and he hasn’t consulted with Jo about where Assad would fit into their life, and the kid’s from the other side of the Atlantic. “Anybody would be lucky to have you as their lover.”

Assad’s eyebrows raise slightly. “Am I your lover?”

“Well… I’d like it if you wanted to be, I meant what I said earlier. But I understand if you wanna keep it casual, you’re young and could have-“

Assad scrambles up to kiss him, his elbow landing right in Eric’s ribs. But Eric doesn’t care, because Assad is kissing him like he wants to inhale Eric’s entire soul. They kiss for a long time, Eric’s hands politely keeping to Assad’s face, thumbs running over his cheeks. “Your lover,” Assad whispers when they breathe between kisses, “yours.” He pulls back, sits up, licks his lips like he’s chasing the taste of Eric’s mouth. “You… Still respect me, right?”

That makes Eric laugh, rubbing Assad’s knee. “Baby, if you knew the unholy things people have done to me before a show I’m directing them in… Of course. Nothing could ever make me stop respecting you. If anything… Hell, I’m impressed by how vulnerable you were out of the gate. It was brave. And hot. Really, really fucking hot. Respect you?” Eric snorts, sitting up. “Assad, I admire you. You’re one of the most talented, emotionally intuitive people I’ve ever met.”

Assad tilts his head to the side, smiles. “You already got me into bed, Mister, you don’t need to continue to charm the pants off me.”

“Alright, alright, but it’s true.” Eric sighs. “Can I be honest with you about something?”

“Of course.”

Eric grimaces. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the kitchen to get you water without keeling over. Sorry.”

Assad chuckles, leaning over to kiss him chastely. “More than fair given the workout I just gave you. God, you must’ve been basically planking for ages. Why didn’t you say?”

“I was very, very occupied with more important things,” Eric points out as Assad climbs out of bed, doing the demure little smile he sometimes did like he didn’t just rock Eric’s world while pretending to be his son.

“You need anything?” Assad asks as he bends to pick up Eric’s t-shirt, though Eric barely hears, his eyes taking in all the long lines of him. His lover. His staring makes Assad roll his eyes slightly when he notices, though he’s clearly pleased, ever-so-casually stretching his arms over his head to show off his soft cock, still shining with cum at the tip. 

“Huh? Oh. Uh… Water’s good, thanks.”

Assad gives him one last kiss, hand smoothing down Eric’s arm. “You’re such a pervert, Daddy.”

“Yeah,” Eric agrees, watching Assad go in nothing but his t-shirt, “fuck. Yeah, I so am.”

Notes:

I think there's gonna be at least one more chapter, with Jo coming to visit to play. I think it'd also be fun to explore what hookups between Eric and Sam, and Eric and Jacob would look like. And I'd like to do an Assad/Eric Luke threesome, obviously. Buuuut since this took so long, I'm not promising anything, lol

Notes:

If I've missed any tags let me know, and also this is my first IWTV RPF so be nice!!!!