You couldn't possibly ignore the way Katya looked at you during the show, the dirty promises she would whisper in between changes, how she would always glance around the room to make sure she's looking at you whenever there was a dirty joke in the script, usually written by her.
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Ever since your talk that day, there was always an elephant in the room. But he said nothing about it, pretending he never mentioned anything. You certainly didn't have the nerve to question him. So lately what did you do instead of talking? Fuck.
It was no surprise that by the time you got back to the hotel, Brian was quick to sneak you in the elevator before everyone else and lead you to his room, and the minute he closed the door, it was on.
He was more than needy, he was eager to have you all for himself. Hands all over each other's bodies as he guided you to his bed, and what else could you possibly do but to keep up with him?
Brian's grip was firm on you, clamped on your hips as you are on top of him, still he's in full control of you, your every move is conducted by him, the squeeze of his fingers, the way he is driving his cock into you, his heated open-mouthed kisses on your neck that border gentle bites.
"(Y/N)..." He groans out of breath, but there's no sign of slowing him down, losing control of himself, each thrust harder than the last, the rhythm blissful.
"Brian-" You whine, panting out his name, your hand finding the back of his head for leverage, your nails digging into his skin, making his hips shake for a moment before he regains control of the pace, groaning against your collarbone.
"Baby" He pants, his grip tighter on your hip, the depth of his voice sending shivers down your spine, he bucks his hips up, making you feel all of him, having you whining with need, shaking in his arms, your legs trembling, your fingers at the back of his neck in desperate need of something to hold on to.
Brian's eyes are wide, his gaze meeting yours for a split second before his lids flutter, eyes momentarily rolling into the back of his head, his breath shaking, his swollen lips forming the hint of a smirk.
He's gotten ahead of himself, his nails are digging into your skin, now in an attempt to slow you down, desperate to compose himself, to make this last, to make the most of tonight, but he can barely take it. "Babe" He drawls, pleading, the movements of his hips ceasing, but he feels you tightening around him as he's completely buried inside you, has you gushing, shaking. "Please, I-..."
His chest his flushed, his face shining with sweat, his shoulders and jaw tense, a throaty moan escaping him when you shift to roll your hips into his, his hand sprawling out tightly over your hip to push you down. "S-Slower" He begs, the need in his eyes impossible to deny. "Fuck, hate to ask that, but-..." He swallows hard, his skin stretching over his adam's apple. He inhales shakily, deeply. "Just a moment, -..."
