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Bojan's eyes scanned the crowd as he saw another sign help up for them to see. Something about Kris’s ass and how much the person wanted it. He heard a laugh next to him as Kris read it, turning around and wiggling his hips playfully. Bojan tried to laugh with him, walking over to smack the round cheeks. He grinned at the crowd's cheers and whoops and the redness now colouring Kris’s face.
Off stage the band had a short interview, some fluff piece on their success and upcoming gigs. The interviewer was an attractive woman, young, confident and quite tall.
"So Kris, I saw a few signs out in the crowd flirting with you, do any of them have a chance?" The question was harmless really but an ugly feeling churned in Bojan's guts. Kris laughed her off.
"I mean I'd need to get to know them first, have a drink or something. I'm not going off a sign."
"Oh well in that case, I'm free after this, want to head out to the bar after?" The interviewer flirted back effortlessly, Kris laughing along and jokingly slinging his arm around her shoulders. the woman played it up to the camera before walking out of frame, Kris still draped across her.
It was fine. It was just a joke. Harmless flirting for the camera, something to get eyes on them. It didn't make Bojan feel much better though, a possessive voice screaming in his head that Kris was his and his alone.
It didn't help when the boys did go to the bar to get a closing drink and the interviewer tagged along. Bojan couldn't fault her for the way she watched Kris, the way her hand touched his arm as Kris chatted and sipped his beer. Bojan would do the same if he could. He didn't like it though when she lent on him, her head resting on his shoulder, her lips far too close to his ear as she told him some hilarious story he laughed much too hard at.
Bojan stood up and grabbed Kris’s arm, dragging him away from the very confused looking interviewer. He pulled him away until he found a deserted hallway, not especially caring if they were caught but wanting some privacy.
He pinned Kris to the wall and kissed him. Hard and possessive and harsh.
"No one else gets to kiss you like I do," Bojan practically growled against Kris’s lips. "No one can touch you like I can," another kiss
"No one gets to see you like I can." Kiss.
"You're mine." Kiss.
"Mine." Kiss.
"All mine."
Kris was panting and moaning slightly, chasing Bojan's lips when he pulled back.
"I don't want them to. I'm all yours." he kissed back just as hard, running his fingers through Bojan's hair.
"I don't like seeing them flirt with you." Bojan pressed his body against Kris’s.
"You are pretty hot when you're jealouse though." Kris managed to chuckle before moaning as Bojan attacked his neck.
"Tonight, my place, I'm going to wreck you." Was all Bojan responded before pulling away and walking back to the group, leaving a slightly breathless Kris, slumped against the wall, a small hickey forming just under his jaw.