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It starts out as a joke. It always does with them. They're messing around in Jere's bedroom after a gig, playing with the props used on stage. Bojan puts on Jere's neon green sunglasses while the Finn chases him around with a fake set of teeth belonging to one of his dancers. Inevitably, they play around with the bright pink leash and collar. It seems humorous.
"You my puppy Bojan, yes?" Jere grins, ecstatic as the brunette puts the collar on.
"Woof, woof." Bojan replies, voice cracking as he bursts out laughing. Jere can't keep it together either, hand shaking around the leash.
He parades Bojan around the apartment for a bit. Tells him to sit and bark and the Slovene plays along, amused. Jere even pretends to hump him at one point, still lighthearted as Bojan ends up giving him a piggyback back to the bedroom. They bicker and push at each other some more until Bojan's finally had enough and takes off the collar, holding it out to his boyfriend instead.
"You wear it now." He insists, raising his eyebrows in a challenging way.
"Okay. I look sexy on leash, yes yes!" Jere enthusiastically puts the neon pink article on. The sight doesn't quite hit Bojan until several seconds have passed.
.....there's something about Jere in a collar that really does it for Bojan. His fingers tighten around the leash instinctively as his heartbeat skyrockets. The black-haired Finn in question is clueless to the Slovene's shift in mood, glancing at himself in the mirror.
"Oh wow is this what it like to be Cha Cha Cha dancer?" Jere chuckles at the sight. "Not bad, ei?"
Jere takes one look at Bojan's face and the witty remark he was about to say dies on his tongue. Those deep brown eyes have darkened with pure lust, making the rapper swallow nervously. His dick twitches slightly in his leather shorts, immediately jumping to life at the look on Bojan's handsome face. Vittu. The other man is staring down at him like a predator. As if Jere is the prey. Being looked at like that does something to him.
"Hey, Jere?" Bojan pipes up, feigning innocence as he twirls the pink bow around his wrist.
"Yes?"
"Do you wanna play a game?"
Jere grins, all crooked and mischievous. "Okay."
And that's how they end up with Bojan sitting on the edge of the bed, Jere on the floor on his knees. A sense of anticipation hangs in the air as Bojan smiles smugly down at his boyfriend. Käärijä defiantly glares up at him. The green of his bolero clashing with the pink of the collar only makes the man before him look even more appetizing. Bojan's erection strains hard against his pants at the sight of Käärijä kneeling down for him, a beast forced into submission. It's all part of the game when the brunette tugs at the leash and makes Käärijä stumble forward slightly. The Finn lets out a low growl at that.
"Easy...." Bojan warns, unable to keep the grin off his face. "Be good and I'll give you a reward."
Käärijä scoffs at that, but despite the rebellious little noise he obediently stays in place while Bojan reaches out to pet his hair. His heart races, delighted to be given control over Jere like this. There's something so empowering and arousing about getting to have this confident and loud-mouthed menace of a man on a fucking leash. Like Käärijä is just his bitch, for Bojan to use as he pleases. Ugh. Hot.
"Well, well, well....." Bojan whistles, self-satisfied. "The great fucking Käärijä on his knees for me. Bet no one else has seen you like this before."
Käärijä averts his eyes at that, cheeks flushing. Heat wells up in Bojan's gut. Maybe he's a little possessive but who wouldn't be? The knowledge that he's the only one who gets to have Käärijä like this is maddening. He can prance around half naked on stage and flirt with the audience all he wants but at the end of the day, after every gig, he comes home to him. He is Bojan's. And both of them know damn well Käärijä loves it as much as Bojan does.
"Look at me." Bojan says, cupping his fingers around Käärijä's jaw. He lifts his face until those ice blue eyes peer up at him again. There's something downright sinful about the way the Finn looks at him.
The stage persona Jere embraces has this ever present piercing gaze that cuts right through Bojan's soul. Sometimes it's easy to forget they're the same person. The second the green bolero comes on it's like he's looking at a whole new person. Bojan can't help but smile down warmly at the rapper, giddy with excitement and filled with love for this man.
Bright eyes widen a little in surprise before Jere offers a shy little grin in return, breaking character. Bojan strokes his cheek, enjoying how warm the flesh feels under his palm. The tension between them has turned into something softer, sweeter. The brunette is completely caught up in touching Käärijä's face that he doesn't even notice the man's increasingly impatient expressions.
"You gonna pet me all day or what?" Käärijä grunts out, shifting restlessly.
"Well....you are a bit like a dog, no?" Bojan chuckles, tugging gently at a strand of black hair.
"Yes. I bite you if you not do something soon." Käärijä threatens unamused.
Bojan smirks at that, delighted by his boyfriend's eagerness. "Don't bite my dick off."
Käärijä licks his canines as he shrugs. "No promise, Jokerman."
Deciding to take the risk (because he's down bad), Bojan unbuckles his belt and drags his trousers down his legs. His erection is standing mighty tall and the singer doesn't miss the smug look in Käärijä's eyes. Saying I did that, I made you hard and wanting. Admittedly Käärijä himself has done a better job at staying composed so far, only sporting a semi in his tight leather shorts. That'll change soon enough.
"You gonna look all day or what?" Bojan teases, mirroring Käärijä's impatience from earlier.
"Yes, yes, I suck your dick now...." Käärijä waves him off, feigning nonchalance. But he's not fooling anyone. The way those soft hands drag Bojan's pants all the way down is nothing short of eager.
Käärijä braces his hands on his knees and Bojan can't suppress a flinch. The black-haired man smirks up at him, amused by the reaction. Bojan doesn't back down from his intense gaze. He's the one holding the leash here! Get it together, Bojan. Käärijä holds eye contact as he licks a long stripe up his cock. The brunette has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to suppress a sinful moan. Fuck. How the fuck is this neon green gremlin so insanely hot? It's unfair. Käärijä continues to tease him, licking between Bojan's thighs but never actually taking his length in his mouth. It's terribly frustrating.
"Stop playing." Bojan sighs out, agitated and hard and wanting.
Käärijä licks his lips, smearing a bit of pre-cum on the corners of his mouth. UGGGHHHHH. "What? You not like?"
"Don't make me wait, Käärijä." Bojan tugs harder on the leash, getting a thrill out of seeing Käärijä lose his balance. "I'm sure you have better things to do with your mouth than talk...."
The performer smirks at that, clearly taking enjoyment out of riling Bojan up. Hmph. Let's see if that smugness still remains after Bojan's done with him. He can think of more than a few ways to get back at Käärijä. Thankfully it seems that the older man is finally in the mood to cooperate, bowing his head and taking Bojan in his mouth. This time he doesn't stifle a relieved moan. Käärijä is so warm around him, familiar and inviting. They've done this many times before but Bojan just can't get enough of it. Doesn't think he'll ever get bored of having Käärijä touch and please him.
Käärijä enthusiastically bobs his head up and down, the occasional noises escaping his busy mouth lewd and content. The rapper really enjoys giving him blowjobs for some reason. Bojan wonders if Käärijä would be down to cockwarm him sometime. Ugh. That'd be totally hot. Working on a song while Käärijä is left helpless and untouched between his legs. He'd probably be really into it too, the kinky fucker. A groan is forced out of his mouth at a particularly hard suck. The Finn isn't going easy on him, working overtime to make Bojan shake and moan.
"Y-you like sucking my dick that much?" Bojan manages to force out out between noises, pulling at Käärijä's hair until he hums around his cock.
The other man still looks too smug for Bojan's liking, given the position he's in. He decides to give Käärijä a hard time, thrusting his hips up to catch the other man off guard. The Finn chokes slightly, pulling off to gasp for air. Bojan smirks down at him, loving the glare he receives as Käärijä wipes the spit and pre-cum from his lips.
"You play dirty." Käärijä accuses, staring at Bojan through his dark bangs.
"You can handle it." Bojan insists, petting his boyfriend's hair again. Käärijä leans into the touch and the Slovene lets him catch his breath for a moment before he tugs hard on the leash, earning himself a strained gasp.
"Get back to work." He says, his playful tone now long gone. Bojan revels in the way Käärijä's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps at the hint of dominance in his voice.
He can deny it all he wants, but it's no secret that the other man loves being dominated and manhandled. Bojan had been delighted to find out about that when they first started doing this. Jere seems embarrassed about it, sometimes, when they're playing. But Bojan doesn't wrangle a confession out of him. Can tell in a heartbeat what his boyfriend likes and doesn't like. He's not mean in bed at all but he doesn't mind playing rough with Käärijä if that's what he wants. It gives him a thrill, honestly. That Jere trusts him enough to let Bojan talk to him the way he does sometimes.
Käärijä fights back with more bite this time, not in the literal sense thankfully. He firmly holds down Bojan's hips as he continues blowing him. The younger man allows him to have that control for a bit, focusing instead on not cumming yet. That proves to be a challenge though. Käärijä is undeniably talented with his mouth. But Bojan doesn't want their game to end yet. Still has so much he wants to do to the man. So after letting Käärijä have his way with him for a while, he tightens his hold on the rapper's hair and forcefully pulls him off his cock. The Finn comes off with an audible pop, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
Bojan simply looks down at him, eyes dark. He's really fucking lucky that he gets to see him like this. Own him like this. All the not a porn factory shenanigans he pulls on stage is nothing compared to the real thing.
"Relax your mouth for me." Bojan requests, hand sneaking up to wrap around Käärijä's throat over the fabric of the bolero. He only applies mild pressure, not wanting to overstep a boundary since they haven't discussed things like choking yet.
But Käärijä seems very much into it, if the full blown erection in his pants is anything to go by. Striking blue eyes slip closed as the Finn opens his mouth, tongue lolling out slightly. Bojan is beyond pleased with the reaction. It always takes a while before he gets Käärijä to be obedient. Jere is a lot less work when it comes to that. But he doesn't mind. It's fun, having to push and pull and break Käärijä down enough for him to be pliable.
Bojan shuffles forward a bit, the hand around Käärijä's throat moving to rest on the back of his head instead. He pushes until that pouty mouth is back on his cock. And then he lets himself go. Bojan thrusts eagerly into the wet space, the whimpers Käärijä releases around his length only spurring him on. Tears leak out of the corners of his boyfriend's eyes, leaking his mascara slightly. The sight turns the brunette on even more, but he's gentle when he wipes the wetness away with his thumb. His grip on the leash remains tight, holding Käärijä in place as he ravishes his mouth. Dark eyelashes flutter and Bojan can see the hazy look in those pale eyes now. Absolutely lost in pleasure, focused solely on letting himself be used. It only takes a few more thrusts before the Slovene starts to cum, roughly pulling Käärijä off of him to splatter all over his face and chest.
Käärijä wheezes out a breath, deflating as he rests his head against Bojan's thigh. The Slovene himself also needs a minute to catch his breath. He runs a hand through poor Käärijä's hair, nurturing as he murmurs soft little praises to him. The Finn doesn't even seem to register them, a string of drool leaking from his mouth onto Bojan's leg. He looks properly fucked out, even though he hasn't had his own release yet. When Bojan's breathing finally evens out and the rapper looks a little less out of it, he sits back further on the bed and pats his leg insistently.
"Come here." Bojan urges, smiling when Käärijä gets to his feet right away.
He's a bit wobbly as he goes to sit on Bojan's lap, a clear result of the painful hard-on between his legs. The Slovene doesn't carry his master plan out right away, instead wrapping an arm around Käärijä's waist and holding him close to kiss him. The kiss is relaxed and easy, their tongues lazily brushing against one another. Käärijä's fingers tighten in his shirt, pressing himself closer against the singer. It's when the Finn impatiently starts to rut against him that Bojan pulls back from the kiss.
"You touch me now." Käärijä states simply. Bojan finds it amusing that his boyfriend thinks for even a second that he'd just give into his demands.
"Nu-uh." The younger man teases, gripping Käärijä's hips tight and moving him until he's straddling one of his thighs.
The black-haired man shivers at the direct contact to his crotch, trembling when he gazes up at Bojan with a dumb look on his face.
"What you-"
"I'll let you use my leg but you have to get yourself off." Bojan sadistically takes pleasure in the dumbfounded look on Käärijä's pale face.
"No, that's...no! Not fair!" The Finn whines, pushing at Bojan's chest.
The brunette can only laugh at the other man's misfortune, holding him in place when the rapper tries to move away. He loves seeing Käärijä all hot and bothered. He knows well enough that this is embarrassing for his boyfriend. That's what makes it so fun.
"C'mon, I'll help you." Bojan urges, not allowing any more room for protest as his hands move down to grab a handful of Käärijä's ass.
He squeezes hard, moving the small Finn forwards at the same time. The friction makes Käärijä moan out, sensitive in his leather shorts. The material squeaks every time the shorter man's hips thrust forward. Bojan helpfully uses one hand to knead at Käärijä's chest, spreading his own cum around even more and drinking in the whines leaving that pretty mouth. His other hand continues to squeeze that soft ass, simulating fingering and paying attention to the way the humping against his leg increases rapidly. Käärijä is completely at his mercy, head thrown back and moaning, crying for Bojan.
"Unh...ah...Bojan...." Käärijä whimpers, full on riding his thigh by now. Bojan can feel his own cock twitch to life again at the lewd noises.
"Can't wait to fuck you, babygirl...." Bojan murmurs directly into the Finn's ear, delighted when he can see the tip of it turning red.
It's a stupid little nickname Bojan has adopted for his lover, mostly used in a joking context. But Käärijä's face flushes almost every time he calls him that. And hey, there is some truth to it. Jere is his babygirl.
"I'm so happy you're mine." Bojan sighs into Käärijä's pale neck, wanting so badly to bruise him, mark him. He respects the no visible hickeys while on tour rule, though, as much as it pains him.
"Y...yeah...yours...." Käärijä nods enthusiastically, hiccuping on a moan. His movements have become erratic, eyes rolling back as he unashamedly humps Bojan's thigh.
Bojan can't help himself, yanking on the leash and forcing Käärijä into another kiss. The other man responds eagerly, licking into Bojan's mouth, shaking under his touch. There's a wet spot forming in his trousers and the Slovene takes selfish pride in being the cause of that. Deciding to have mercy on his poor lover, Bojan moves his thigh up to meet Käärijä's thrusts, effectively bouncing him on his leg.
The Finn moans gratefully at that, a blissed out smile on his lips which Bojan has noticed tends to appear whenever Käärijä is really, really into something. So the leash might make a reappearance sometime. He doesn't mind that at all.
"Come on, Jere....." Bojan encourages, ending the game as he unhooks both the tight collar and the bolero.
It only takes five more seconds until Jere is shuddering, falling apart as his legs tighten around Bojan's thigh. He collapses against the Slovene's shoulder, panting hard. Bojan runs his hands over the other man's back, hugging him close. What he likes even more than the sex itself, is the afterglow. Holding Jere after a mind blowing orgasm. Feeling his thundering pulse beneath his fingers. Bojan rolls the two of them over until he's on top, pressing his face into the crook of Jere's neck and kissing him until the Finn bursts into uncontrollable giggles.
"Stop! T...tickles...." Jere half-heartedly pushes at his shoulders, turning his head away as he laughs.
Bojan can't help but get all soft and mushy, completely enamored by this sweet man. He really is fucking lucky.
"That was hot." Bojan says eventually, for lack of a better way to phrase things. Jere grins at him in agreement, pleased as punch.
"Yes, yes. But...." His expression turns stern now, a pout on his lips. "You very mean to me. You not touch me!"
"I touched you." Bojan points out, amused when Jere rolls his eyes.
"You know what I mean!"
"Whatever. You liked it."
Bojan smiles smugly when he isn't met with any protest. Jere can be so easy sometimes.