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“So… You want to tie me up?”
“Yes,” Boom replies, rolling his eyes. “My character kidnaps you—I need to practice my knots.”
“And you can’t practice them on, say, literally any inanimate object because…?”
“Because,” Boom says, drawing out the word, “you’re my scene partner. I want to make sure I won’t hurt you when the time comes.”
Aou considers for a moment. Boom raises a good point, but— “Won’t someone from stunts or props be the one tying me up?”
Boom sighs, pinning Aou with that stare of his that would have weaker men melting at his feet. As it is, Aou only squirms a little. Because he’s very brave.
“I want it to look authentic,” he says, over-enunciating the words. “I want to be able to do it myself, I think it will add realism to the scene.”
Aou chews his cheek, still contemplating.
“Please? Let me tie you up, na?”
“When you say it like that, it sounds kinky,” Aou grumbles, holding out his wrists.
“Thank you, Aou,” Boom says sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek with a loud smack.
Aou just sighs and lets himself be manoeuvered to sit on Boom’s bed, his back against the headboard with his knees up and his ankles together.
“You look perfect,” Boom mutters, half to himself, as he kneels at Aou’s feet and gets to work tying up his legs.
There’s only silence from Aou, who’s trying very hard to keep his composure about him.
“Do you mind if I practice my lines at the same time? I want to make sure I can deliver them and do this at the same time.”
“Whatever,” Aou says from between clenched teeth.
Boom’s eyes light up before they darken again as he shifts into character. “You really thought I’d let you get away with it?”
And Aou, ever the consummate professional, answers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spits.
Boom laughs. “Denial isn’t going to get you very far. I know it was you. I saw you that night, sneaking around, gathering intel on my father. I trusted you.”
“I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t sneaking around, I wasn’t ‘gathering intel’—I have no idea who you saw, but it wasn't me.”
Boom finishes tying up Aou’s legs and moves to his wrists. He takes them in one hand, his touch gentle for a moment before it turns hard. Aou can’t stop himself from gasping in pain as Boom crushes his wrists together, tugging him in closer.
“I thought we had something,” Boom murmurs, glancing between Aou’s eyes and mouth.
It’s his character, it’s not real. “We do have something,” Aou replies, voice shaky, shakier than the characterization calls for.
Boom hums, wrapping a tie around Aou’s wrists. The feeling of the soft silk is in direct contrast to Boom’s tight grasp, and Aou is horrified at the heat that pools in his lower belly as Boom works on tying the tie into a complicated looking knot.
Satisfied with his work, Boom moves Aou’s arms out of the way to trail a hand down his chest. “We could have been so good together,” he pouts, his hand warm through Aou’s shirt.
“We—” Boom’s hand is travelling dangerously low. “We still can be.” Aou is having a hard time keeping his lines straight. “I—” Boom gets to the waistband of Aou’s pants, and this is going way too far for a simple line reading. “Boom, wait—”
Immediately, Boom pulls his hand away. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—” He stops, his gaze having dropped down to where Aou is stupidly, embarrassingly hard.
There’s no hiding it, not in the worn sweats he’s wearing, and he sincerely prays for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. “Can you untie me, please?” he does not beg, staunchly avoiding Boom’s gaze.
Boom doesn’t say a word, just undoes the knots with nimble fingers while Aou flushes a burning red, frantically trying to figure out how he can even begin to explain his current predicament away.
“Are you okay?” Boom whispers once Aou is untied and rubbing his wrists.
Aou laughs, but there’s no humour in it. “I’m fine. I… I’m sorry.” He grabs a pillow and places it in his lap. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
Boom nods. “I mean, I figured.” He pauses for a second, biting his lip. “Do you… I dunno, have a kidnapping kink or something?”
“Oh my god, Boom,” Aou groans, folding in half to bury his face in the pillow. “I do not have a kidnapping kink.” He didn’t. He didn’t have a bondage kink either, not that Boom had asked. But if he did, Aou would tell him he didn’t, absolutely not. No way.
“Well, I don’t know! You reacted… Well. You reacted.”
Aou lets out a strangled half-yell. Fuck it. “I have a you kink, you idiot.” He sits up straight again, refusing to hide from the fallout of this potentially career-ending, partnership-ruining bomb he’s just dropped in their laps.
Boom blinks at him, his eyes wider than usual. “A me kink?”
“I like you,” Aou mumbles, fidgeting with the pillow. “I don’t want to, but I can’t help it.”
“You don’t want to?” Boom’s frowning now, his mouth downturned, and Aou wants to kiss that mouth so badly he thinks he might die.
“Who would want to like someone who doesn’t like them back?” Aou smiles sadly at the shell-shocked expression on Boom’s face. “It’s okay, I won’t hold it against you. As long as you don’t hold this”—he gestures vaguely towards his crotch—“against me.”
“I won’t,” Boom whispers, and before Aou can muster up any sort of gratitude towards Boom’s kindness, there are lips pressed against his and he’s being knocked backwards into the headboard. His head knocks against it, but he barely feels the pain because his entire body is focused on the feeling of Boom’s mouth on his.
He makes a whiny, questioning sound when Boom pulls away, but Boom doesn’t go far.
“I want you to like me,” Boom murmurs, bringing a hand up to cup Aou’s face. “Got it?”
“Got it,” Aou answers, a bit dazed. “Can we, uh… Can we do that again?”
Boom laughs and leans in again. “With pleasure.”