Touch me like you Mean it

You shine brighter than Aurora

Summary:

When Plan comes back from his trip and finally meets Mean, things escalated quickly.
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It's a complete PWP. Don't read if you are not comfortable with original characters having smutty encounters.

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"You're late." Plan said as soon as he opened the door.

Mean pulled him forward in a hug, crushing the boy to his chest, inhaling deeply to familiarise Plan's scent in his memory.

"Had an event," he replied after kissing Plan's temple again and again.

Plan pulled back, "I was waiting."

Mean could see Plan was deliberately trying to get them in a fight where he did not have to say what he really wanted to say. So Mean reached out, spinning the boy and blocking him against the closed door, kissing his lips once, twice and thrice.

"I missed you too."

Plan's arms circled around Mean's waist, "I didn't miss you. I was busy."

Mean could not hide his smile; he nodded, trying to release the older one, "Okay, then. Do you want me to leave? You must be tired."

Plan's arms tightened around Mean, holding on for dear life...

Something shifted in those eyes. Mean watched the blush deepening on those cheeks.

What was the boy thinking? Mean pressed forward, trapping Plan against the door again. Plan hid his face in his chest.

"What is it?" Mean asked.

Plan said something muffled against Mean's chest. Mean could not understand it so he pressed forward.

Then Mean felt it.

Plan's arousal against his thighs.

Mean's eyes widened. Memories flashing in front of his eyes.

"You want to do it here?" Mean whispered against Plan's ear, "Want me to hold you up against the door while I drive into you?"

Plan bit down on Mean's shoulder...

Mean smirked, biting the shell of Plan's ear. Plan was so composed all the time but he would lose himself behind the closed door. This Plan was only for Mean to see. Clumsy and flushed, completely under Mean's spell.

Mean was at the edge of his limits too. He slightly pushed away from Plan, taking up his mask.

"On your knees," Mean said, voice rough, "now."

Plan looked up...

Those eyes simmered under Mean's watchful eyes. Then Plan was dropping on his knees, his lips parted, heavy breaths coming out of those lips. Mean's fingers went through those soft strands of hair, tightening his grip he jerked Plan's face up.

"Unzip me. Use your teeth."

Plan leaned forward, his nose trailing upwards and downwards over Mean's closed erection.

Mean's hand tightened in a fist in Plan's hair, pressing him forward.

"Don't waste time. You have a long night in front of you," Mean said, words raw with promise.

Plan choked on his own whimper. He unbuttoned the jeans with his shaking hands and then the boy was catching Mean's zip in between his teeth, pulling the zipper down.