CLOSE ENOUGH || LUKA×ADRIEN||

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*****

WARNING: R.
For mature audience only.

ADRIEN SAT INFRONT of his computer, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

After having a day packed with responsibilities, it was finally time for some freedom.

It was Saturday night after all, and after exchanging everything, including saliva with Luka, he found himself drawn to Luka's side gig as a cam boy.

It was something beyond the blond's comprehension. Adrien had always been cautious about straying into these kinds of videos, his fantasies shaped more by a sheltered life than by real experience.

Most of his understanding of desire had come from late-night, solitary explorations behind the guise of "incognito" mode. This was a new territory, pushing the boundaries of his sheltered fantasies into something far more tangible and intense.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard; eyes locked on the glowing screen of Lover's Lane. The site was drenched in cliché vibrant red borders and delicate rose accents, evoking a kitschy, underground vibe with its barrage of pop-ups and flashy ads.

Adrien cringed at the site's cheesiness, expecting it to be just another low-end platform. But when he clicked through to the link Luka had given him, he was surprised. The actual page was sleek and sophisticated, dominated by a dark background with subtle red accents-far from the gaudy site he had anticipated.

Faces of top content creators flashed across the screen, their seductive images momentarily capturing Adrien's attention.

Adrien's gaze flickered to his phone resting on the desk. The time read 9:50 PM-Luka's broadcast was set to begin at 10:00. His curiosity was piqued, and the temptation was too strong to resist. With a nervous gulp, he typed Luka's username into the search bar.

"Bleu_Guitarist"

Instantly, Luka's profile appeared. It was surprisingly modest-sexy photos of Luka shirtless and holding his guitar, interspersed with a few shots of him in boxers or showing off his back dimples. Adrien felt a mix of relief and disappointment. This wasn't the explicit content he had expected-at least, not yet.

But then, Adrien spotted a forbidden tab marked "Subscribers Only." His thumb hovered over the mouse as hesitation gnawed at him. After a deep breath and black card in hand, he logged in and, mustering all the courage he could gather, subscribed to Luka's channel.

*****

Luka had just finished his shower, a towel draped casually around his neck and another around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his chest as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water.

As he closed the bottle cap, he glanced at his computer screen, its blue light casting a soft glow around the room. With a minute to spare before his broadcast, he noticed a new subscriber: "unlucky_blackcat."

"Ah, how original," Luka smirked, recognizing the username immediately. He turned to Sass, who had just flown in from the kitchen sink. "I suppose a show is what he wants."

Sass's turquoise eyes narrowed in concern. "Are you sure this is right, Master? Remember, Marinette told you to stay away from the guy."

"But Marinette's not here, and she won't find out unless you tell her," Luka teased, his grin widening as he noticed Sass's uneasy reaction. "Will you?" he gently rubbed his little kwami's chin with a playful touch.