Starstruck on You [Mile x Apo] [MileApo]

Chapter 13: Somethin' Bad

"Mmm..."

The knock that came to the suite door only paused the sounds of the occupants inside temporarily. Their breaths held back as they waited.

No repeat of the knock came. No voice that chimed to explain their presence. A slow release of hot air from one's mouth against a hot, moist piece of flesh that had just been settled inside of it made the owner of said flesh just groan out.

"Mile?"

The next groan came out in frustration instead of pleasure as it had five seconds prior to the inquiry with his name. Kamala. What the hell did she want? His casual glance over to the clock that rested on the night stand just glared "8:00 AM" so why was she knocking on the door? They all agreed the night prior to meet up for breakfast at 9. That meant he had a full hour to entice Apo into a morning round of fun as they would have to share their attention with the rest of the group. He definitely was in his honeymoon phase with his boyfriend and as much as he made sure to never take too much of Apo's time lest the other thinking him an oddball that can't be detached; Mile just knew this was their first trip together. It was work but it was theirs too.

Mile coaxing Apo into a round of rowdiness really didn't take much as he'd just caressed the side of that tanned face a moment ago, traced his fingertips from the long nape, along the naked side of the shirtless form, before wrapping to cup that ass. A brilliant pair of toffees he wanted to just devour on his tongue opened and stared into his with a dark predatory look. They were on the same wavelength, shifted around on the king-sized bed and nestled to let their mouths mutually pleasure on another.

Apo's tongue came to swirl around the base of his cock like an ice cream pop that dripped as Mile had been leaking pre-cum before Kamala came to knock on their door. They paused to hope the individual would get the hint and leave, no such luck as he was summoned. Mile supposed he should have gone to address his agent, even made the light smack to a tanned cheek to move and let him up; however, the minute that hot breath blew, and the pink demon lapped at his girth that throbbed at the attention, all logic flew out the window. It seemed that Apo didn't want to stop just because the woman appeared – how tantalizingly voyeur of him and that just pressed into a different kind of kink. Being heard definitely prickled at his skin in a delicious way that he wondered if Apo was aware of it. Such an attentive minx. His hands went to hold onto the back's of those thighs closest to him to grip.

He too had been enjoying eating out his lover's ass with the spread of golden muscle against his pale palms, his own jaw a little sore of the process yet he would be damned if Apo out did him. A rock-paper-scissors bet of who would unravel first was turning single-sided as he had to stop to reply.

"What is it Kamala?"

His voice reflected clear irritation at the interruption. It seemed that Apo wanted to take advantage as Mile felt warmth surround him all of sudden and he hit his head back against the headboard with a resounding thud. The ache left from the harsh fall was nothing to being teased and unable to reciprocate. At least with his mouth. Mile tugged his lower lip between his teeth as Apo took him down fully in his throat, deep-throating him almost instantly and the younger groaned to add vibration. He nearly came. No. He would be pissed. So, to spite and show the photographer that two could play that game, Mile removed his hands entirely, earned a small 'hmm?' from stretched lips that he couldn't see in this position as Apo's ass was right to his face level. He reached for the little bottle of lubricant that was getting its full use between them from beside the clock in order to coat his fingers. He made a mental note to stop by somewhere for more – he honestly didn't think he'd become so addicted to sex with Apo but after their first time together, the flame didn't extinguish.

Everything about the younger man just enraptured him, made Mile want to just enjoy the feel and taste while he could, perhaps a part of him was fearful that if he didn't imprint himself completely then Apo would leave. Granted, the other had plenty of opportunities to do so before: the blackmail incident, the stabbing, the disagreements over living together, it really wore down the defenses. And yet, Apo boomeranged back to him, and Mile wanted to work twice as hard to retain it.