Oop.. I Did It Again- Lukadrien

Beautiful Liar (SMUT WARNING)

THIS SONG IS A BETTER FIT FOR THIS YA KNOW. "THE INNOCENCE IS GONE"

Adrien felt uneasy as he opened his phone, anxiety twisting in his gut. When the camera roll opened to the video, dread washed over him in an icy wave.

It all came flooding back - in a moment of weakness and confusion, he had set up his phone to record himself and Luka without consent or discussion. The intoxication of getting revenge over another, had gotten him.

But seeing it now, cold sobriety filled Adrien with revulsion. What kind of monster was he becoming? Rage had driven him to violate Luka's trust in the deepest way.

Tears of shame stung Adrien's eyes. Luka, who had given him only tenderness and respect, didn't deserve such betrayal. This sordid proof of Adrien's cowardice and selfishness turned his stomach.

With a shaky hand, Adrien moved to deleted the video, to erasing the stain of his heinous actions.  But he couldn't. How could he ever find peace if he didn't do this. He needed someone to pass his pain to.

But to Luka? It hadn't bothered him before but the blue boy had seduced him in a way that he couldn't explain. Adrien turned off his phone and tossed it. He couldn't touch the video if he have hs phone. This was somthing he had to do.

His minds thinkings was unsettling but.....

Most unsettling was his body's visceral response - looking at Luka like that stirred an unruly heat within. Adrien couldn't deny his raw physical reaction. It left him feeling ashamed and out of control.

Adrien starred down at a bump in his jeans. "Goddanm."

(Exactly what I said after read that over)

His own body was trying to prove him wrong. He tried to ignore it. So he went to take a shower. 

He needed a way to cool off, to clear his head. Stepping into a cold shower seemed the best option. Peeling off his clothes, Adrien turned the knob all the way to icy.

The freezing spray elicited a gasp but began doing its job, cooling him down. But it was failing at washing away the unwanted arousal. 

It stubbornly refused to wilt. He stared down at his crotch.

The image of Luka's large hands wandered across his brain.

"Shit," he muttered. His hand going down there without his permission, pressing, stroking. 

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he murmured.  

He imagined Luka touching him, running his hands over his back and ass, squeezing, nipping. His cock throbbed. And against everything he had tried to convince himself of he said his name. "Oh ... Luka ... yeah ..."

He came with a cry, without warning, coming all over himself. He paused, panting. There was a long, loud, shuddery moan.

All he could think was "goddamn it." All that time trying to convice himself that he could look past what he felt for Luka. And this what just the thought of the boy was doing to him.

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A bit short

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