Rakan looked between the two of them, then directed his next words at Sett "if these two will be busy, we could, you know..."
"Yeah, guys. Go," Xayah encouraged. "Aphelios and I have much to discuss."
Sett was hesitant to move, but Rakan went around the table and took his hand, urging him to follow him.
"Guys, you promised to behave," Sett warned.
"And we will," Xayah said. "Go have wild shower sex or something. We'll find you when we're done."
"Yeah, Sett, you need to relax," said Rakan. "It was a close call, but nothing happened."
Rakan pulled Sett into the bedroom and pushed him against the wall, his hands finding the waist of his pants, sliding up his t-shirt. Sett forgot about the pictures from the night before, about the news that theorized about his relationship, and focused on Rakan mouthing at his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot under his ear.
"Fuck, you're so hot," Rakan mumbled, his fingers drawing a pattern at his sides, just short of tickling, a teasing touch that drove Sett insane.
Sett let Rakan kiss him, reveling in the heat of his mouth, his filthy words, his firm hands on his hips. He found himself grabbing Rakan's t-shirt to pull him closer still, until their hips touched and his dick rubbed against Rakan's, already half-hard.
"I was promised… shower sex," Sett said between kisses.
Rakan smiled against his lips. "Why are we not getting in the shower faster?"
Sett caught Rakan's lips in a kiss before pulling his t-shirt up until Rakan caught the hint and pulled away briefly to take it off. Sett followed only a minute behind, then went back to kissing him, running his hands down the planes of Rakan's stomach, fidgeting with the waistband of his sweatpants, his other hand curving on Rakan's ass.
They kissed until Sett's lips felt raw, grinding against each other desperately as they stumbled their way to the bathroom. Once they made it, Sett grabbed Rakan's thighs and sat him on top of the counter, positioning himself inside the V of Rakan's legs. They kissed long and heavy, Rakan's hands scratching his back in a way that was sure to leave marks on.
"Missed you last night," Rakan said, kissing the side of his face, the line of his jaw.
"We slept literally in the same bed."
"It was different with Aphelios there," said his boyfriend, pulling him closer with his legs until Sett's cock felt Rakan's through his clothes.
Sett frowned. He thought their first date the four of them had gone great. Except for the paparazzi, the evening had been fun. They had some friendly competition and got home half past midnight to watch a movie before they fell asleep in different states of undress. "I thought you had fun," he said, pulling back to look at Rakan's face.
"I did."
"Then what—"
"I wanted to fuck you silly," Rakan said, cupping Sett's face in his hands. "Is that so bad?"
"You could've asked," he said, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.
"Aphelios and Xayah didn't know each other very well. Would've been awkward to leave them alone then."
"Rude," said Sett, turning his face to the side to kiss Rakan's palm.
"Exactly."
They kissed some more before Rakan pushed Sett's pants down his ass and touched his dick with his soft, strong hands. Sett gasped against his lips and found himself chasing Rakan's touch.
"Too many clothes," he said when he noticed Rakan's pants were still on.
Rakan laughed against his lips, then pushed him away gently. "Get in the shower."
Sett kissed him one more time before stepping out of his pants and turning the shower on. Then, he stepped under the spray, letting the water run down his back. He felt Rakan's gaze on him, so he looked up as he jumped down from the counter and took his pants off, taking his cock into his hand, squeezing at the base to stop himself from coming. Sett's mouth watered at the sight.
Before Sett could beg him to come in his mouth, Rakan got into the shower, closing the distance between them in a couple of strides. He pushed Sett against the wall, where the cold wall sent a chill down his spine. Rakan kissed him, deep and slow, keeping his hands still on Sett's hips. He felt Rakan's dick hard against his own and a jolt of electricity surged through him. He wanted to taste him, to feel him inside, to have him in every way Rakan wanted. The novelty would never wear off. Every inch of his body dripped with desire.
Rakan bit his lower lip and Sett moaned, grinding his hips towards his boyfriend, but the man kept him firmly against the wall. Sett's impatience grew, but so did his want. Rakan kissed down his jaw, his throat, the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. Wreck me, wreck me, wreck me, Sett thought.
"Is that what you want?" Rakan asked against his lips, dragging his hips up so his cock would tease Sett's. He hadn't notice he was mumbling his thoughts out loud, his brain felt fuzzy from desire.
"Fuck me?" Sett asked, begged almost.
Rakan responded by kissing him fiercely, hungry. After a moment, he pulled away and got out of the shower to get the lube. Sett used the pause to get under the water and wet his hair. He closed his eyes, his hand wandering down his body until it came to rest on his cock, softly jerking himself off to the image of Rakan's body burned behind his eyelids.
A moment later, Sett felt Rakan's hand on top of his own, following the soft rhythm he set. He wanted Rakan inside of him already, but he let Rakan touch him, as they kissed under the hot water. Sett moaned low in his throat when Rakan twisted his wrist just so, which Rakan swallowed in another kiss.
"Fuck, Rakan," he whined when his boyfriend turned him around gently, kissing the back of his neck, then his shoulders, while his right hand wandered down sliding down his crack. "Fuck."
Rakan bit down his shoulder and Sett's legs parted slightly, his ass pushed back until it felt Rakan's cock, wet, sliding along his crack.
"Tsk, tsk. Patience, cowboy," said Rakan, his index finger drawing circles around his puckered entrance. He took his hand away and Sett mewled. His right hand went to his cock but his boyfriend stopped him. "Don't touch yourself, babe."
Sett groaned and Rakan chose that moment to touch him again, this time his fingers felt soft and oily against his hole. Sett gasped when Rakan's fist finger went in. He twisted it slowly to adjust the angle, then pumped inside of Sett a couple of times before curling inside him. A pitiful moaned escaped him and he had to sink his nails into his thighs to stop his hand from pulling at his dripping cock.
Rakan pulled his finger out, then came back with more lube and two of his strong fingers inside Sett. His toes curled as Rakan fingered him —slowly, methodically— to get him ready for his cock. Sett was barely holding on to the last of his sanity, every inch of his body on fire.
Finally, Sett couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Rakan," he begged, his voice raw.
His boyfriend pulled his fingers out and, in the same fluid movement, aligned his dick with Sett's entrance. "I'm not gonna last," Rakan mumbled from the spot where he was sucking a mark on his shoulder.
"Do you promise?" Sett asked.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Rakan asked, out of breath, slowly inching inside Sett. "Good God, fuck, Sett."
"Tell me," Sett croaked.
Rakan bottomed out with a groan. "I want to fuck that tight hole of yours until you're shaking."
"What are you waiting for?" he urged.
His boyfriend didn't need any further invitation and grabbed his hips before pulling out then slowly sliding in again. Sett's ass only got a few thrusts to get used to the fullness of having Rakan inside when Rakan pulled all the stops. Sett wanted to be wrecked and Rakan was happy to comply.
Rakan's thrusts got deeper until they started to hit Sett's prostate every other thrust. Sett moaned, a long drawn out thing that seemed to encourage Rakan further. He let himself be loud as Rakan fucked the living daylights out of him, his balls hitting the back of Sett's thighs with an obscene sound. Sett felt Rakan move his arm behind so he wouldn't scratch at his own thigh, pulling him back to fuck him at a better angle that arched Sett's back.
His neglected cock felt heavy between his legs, leaking, begging to be touched. Sett wanted to ask for release, but all that managed to leave his mouth were moans and Rakan's name repeated as a mantra.
"Sett, I'm going to ruin you," the man said, biting down on his shoulder.
"Please, please, Rakan, please don't stop."
Rakan fucked into him with more vigor, deep enough to hit Sett's prostate again and again and again, and before Sett knew it, he was coming. His orgasm coursed through him with the force of an earthquake, his legs trembling. Rakan moaned low and deep as he thrust erratically into him and he was coming too.
Sett's legs threatened to give out as Rakan pulled out, but his boyfriend held him tight through the aftershocks.
"God," Sett said, his heart beating fast inside his ribcage. "That was… sublime."
Sett heard the smile in Rakan's voice when she said "Agreed."
After a moment, Sett started laughing. "That was filthy."
"I must admit I was a little jealous of you and Aphelios last night," Rakan admitted. "Not anymore though."
Sett turned around to kiss Rakan. He put all of his feelings into it, trying to communicate that Rakan was still his boyfriend, one of the loves of his life, and nothing would change that. Before long, their kiss turned hungry again.
"Let's go to bed," Rakan suggested, reaching to turn the water off.
Sett, who could never say no to more time wrapped in Rakan's warmth, said "yeah, let's."