The moment their bedroom door shut with a soft click, Adrian backed Aster against it—his palm resting flat beside Aster's head, his eyes dark and gleaming in the low light.
Aster raised an eyebrow. "You're still going on about the Minji thing?"
Adrian's lips curved lazily. "Did you see how they called you her 'Prince Charming'? How she 'brings out your soft side'?"
Aster chuckled. "I am soft sometimes."
Adrian leaned in, his nose brushing along Aster's jawline. "Not for her."
"Jealous much?"
"Devastated."
Aster rolled his eyes, but the way Adrian's voice dipped into a low, dangerous purr sent goosebumps down his neck.
Adrian's hand slid down his waist, tugging him close by the hips. "You want to prove to me you weren't smiling for her the way you smile for me?"
"I think you're overthinking—"
Adrian kissed him. Not a question. Not a tease. It was deep and slow, the kind that left no room for words.
By the time Aster managed to gasp in a breath, his shirt was halfway off and Adrian's palm was pressing flat against the small of his back, drawing him closer, until there wasn't a sliver of air between them.
"Say you missed me," Adrian whispered into his ear.
"You saw me two hours ago."
"Still." His mouth found the curve of Aster's throat. "Say it."
"I missed you," Aster muttered—then bit back a moan when Adrian licked a stripe down his collarbone.
"Say I'm better than Minji."
Aster groaned. "You're insufferable."
"But you're hard already," Adrian murmured, palming him through his pants with expert pressure. "Your body knows."
Aster bit his lip, fingers clawing at Adrian's shoulders as he was guided backward toward the bed. Adrian laid him down, kneeling between his legs, eyes dark with heat and something hungrier.
It didn't take long before their clothes were shed completely, the cold air of the room replaced by heat and skin. Adrian's mouth traced everywhere—down Aster's chest, along his ribs, over his stomach—pausing only to nip at sensitive spots until Aster gasped and twisted under him.
Lube clicked open. Aster hissed softly as Adrian's fingers worked him open slowly, deliberately, with the kind of skill that said this man enjoyed seeing him unravel.
"You take me so well," Adrian whispered, pressing kisses along his inner thigh. "Like you were made for me."
"Less talking, more fucking," Aster groaned.
Adrian laughed lowly. "As you wish."
He sheathed himself quickly, rolling on the condom, then aligned himself with careful control. Aster's eyes fluttered closed as Adrian pushed in with one smooth, steady thrust.
It was still a stretch—every single time—but Adrian moved slowly, giving Aster time to breathe through the heat curling in his spine.
When Aster finally adjusted and rolled his hips up impatiently, Adrian's restraint snapped.
He grabbed Aster's hips and drove into him, again and again, the rhythm harsh and punishing—but the touches, the kisses, the murmurs between thrusts were soft.
"You're mine," Adrian growled against Aster's neck.
Aster laughed breathlessly. "I know, damn it—just fuck me."
Adrian did. Until Aster's legs were trembling and he was barely able to hold himself together. Until Adrian reached between them and stroked him to climax, hot and fast and devastating.
Aster came first, shuddering through it with a soft cry. Adrian followed shortly after, gritting his teeth and burying his face into Aster's neck, groaning as he came with one final, deep thrust.
For a while, all they could hear were their panting breaths and the slow tick of the bedside clock.
Then—
"Still jealous?" Aster asked, his voice hoarse, lips swollen.
Adrian nuzzled into his shoulder. "Maybe."
"You're ridiculous."
"But satisfied."
Adrian got up, disposed of the condom, grabbed a warm towel, and returned to clean Aster up gently. He didn't say anything, just took his time, wiping the mess off Aster's stomach and thighs, then pulling the blankets over both of them.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
Aster hummed, too sated to move. "You're still too much."
"Compensation accepted, then?"
Aster elbowed him. "Sleep before I change my mind."
But Adrian only smiled and reached over to hold him close again.