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Sugar Babies ⊹ [Lashton, Cashton + Cake]

Ship: Cashton, Lashton & Cake

Plot: Ashton's a music label executive who funds the lavish lifestyle of his sugar babies Luke and Calum. They want to thank him for the stuff he just bought them, but Ashton's really busy; they'll just have to make do without him. 

Disclaimer: I am so sorry, this is both hilarious to me and very hot, and I just apologise a million times, but also I still wrote it and am still posting it because I love it, lmao 

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"But daddy, we wanted to thank you for the watches you bought us," Luke explained, twirling his fingers in the small collection of hair at the base of Ashton's neck. 

Ashton sighed, "I bought you new watches, did I?" he asked, his tone teasing. 

"Uh-huh, and we thought the best way to show you the lovely things you bought us was to wear them and nothing else for the afternoon," Calum told him from his spot perched on Ashton's desk, his hand languidly running up and down the inside of Ashton's forearm. 

"As tempting as that may be, I have a lot of paperwork to do this afternoon, so you're just going to have to go home and admire your new things together, and if you do it without too much complaining, maybe there'll be credits at Gucci in your names," Ashton told them. 

"Oh Lu, did you hear that? It's just us tonight," Calum sighed, a dramatic pout on his lips. 

Luke matched his face, "I don't know if I can manage driving all the way back to the house, though," 

"Me neither,"

Calum could tell Ashton was ignoring them, continuing to type away on his computer. He was doing a pretty good job, too; he had to; the amount of time he and Luke pulled stunts like this when they wanted attention would have been embarrassing if they weren't so horny. 

Calum stood up off the table and made his way around behind Luke; he started to massage his shoulders, "Oh, you're so tense, Lu," he told him. 

Luke let his hands fall from Ashton and leant back into Calum's hands, "I know, I get like this when Daddy doesn't give me enough attention," he sighed. 

"Well, you heard him; we'll just have to take care of ourselves tonight," Calum told him, dropping his hands from Luke's shoulders and making his way toward the ottoman style couch up against the window. Luke followed after him, both of them being deliberate in their actions until they were sitting opposite one another on the couch. 

Calum with his legs on either side of the low settee, Luke sitting with his legs folded underneath him, sharing hungry looks between them. 

Calum reached a hand out, pushing Luke's cardigan off his shoulder to expose a wide expanse of skin, less than half an inch covered by a camisole strap; he ran his hand back and forth over the skin for a moment before leaning in to press a kiss into his collarbone. 

"Oooh," Luke said in a low voice and reached a hand down to slowly unbutton his cardigan the rest of the way; Calum pulled back to brush it off his other shoulder until the cardigan fell behind him, the sleeves pooling at his wrists.

Slowly and deliberately, he pulled himself the rest of the way free and dropped the cardigan on the floor. 

"So pretty, Lu, no wonder Daddy likes you so much," he said dreamily, and Luke really blushed at that. Calum's hands returned to Luke's body, grasping at his pecks like they were breasts and letting his thumbs brush over his nipples periodically. 

Luke let out delicate moans and whines until Calum finally brought their mouths together, muffling the noises, with tongue filled, incredibly performative kissing, his hand coming down to work Luke through his jeans.