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Aou steps closer to him, smug grin on his face, and Boom's gaze is helplessly drawn to his mouth.
He's not surprised when Aou kisses him—his foresight being the reason he angles his camera down and away—but a shudder tickles up his spine as the brush of lips turns into an insistent press. He taps the screen, effectively ending the recording. Boom couldn't care less how the video ended up looking, not when his mouth is softly being pried open with Aou's tongue.
He lets out an amused aroused huff, arms coming up to wrap around Aou's neck, deepening the kiss. The returning hum of satisfaction and hands settling on his waist sparks something possessive. I'm the only one who gets to have him like this. Mine.
Boom tugs at his bottom lip when they part. Aou's eyes are twinkling, a promise of unfinished business, and Boom can't wait to go home to Aou's apartment in a couple of hours after JASP.ER finishes practice. It's been a long fucking day of filming, of them edging each other in character; all he wants to do is spend the evening in bed with his boyfriend, away from the scrutinizing eyes of the crew. He leans in and whispers into the shell of Aou's ear, taking pleasure in the way his breath hitches. “Naughty, Aou. Almost ruined my video. Do you want to be punished tonight?”
“I think you already know the answer,” Aou says, voice deceptively low. He nips at Boom's neck, too light to leave a mark, and steps away. He picks up his phone, replaying the Tiktok. “And I just made your video ten times better. You're welcome.”
Boom rolls his eyes and takes his phone back; the draft is saved to be posted later. He doesn’t miss Pond's knowing smirk when they return together to the practice hall. Beelining back to his spot as a spectator against the wall, Boom tries not to think about the irresistible curves of Aou’s body as he dances and the all too easily imagined fantasy of it writhing beneath him.