A/n: ight shit gets REAL spicy this chapter. We jumping right into it. There will be one more part that's kind of like the fallout of everything

It was hard to describe how Luka felt right now, there were so many emotions going on inside him. But all of it was being directed into Adrien, who was laid out across his lap practically shivering at the gentle touch from Luka's slightly rouged up hands. When you play guitar sometimes without a pick for your whole life, your fingers get pretty tough from pressing and sliding on the strings.

They both knew they couldn't just go in dry, Adrien needed preparation first. So that's what they were up so behind the closed bedroom door. The music from up on the deck a muffled noise vaguely recognisable as being one of Juleka's playlists. With the noise, they weren't worried anyone would hear them. Although everyone probably knew already, as Marinette definitely would have told them. They didn't care though, no one could get between them now.

"You- you're just teasing me now..." Adrien stammered, unbelievably aroused but still a little shy about having no pants on in front of someone.

Luka gave his ass a teasing squeeze, admittedly getting the urge to smack it. What could be say? Adrien had a cute butt.

"It's fun watching you squirm" he teased.

"S-shut up..." Adrien replied, red in the face.

Between the kisses and taking each others clothes off, Luka had dug through his bedside table drawer for lube and set it aside for this exact moment. Coating his fingers with a generous amount, Adrien's heart pounded hearing the click of the lid on the bottle knowing what was coming. He felt Luka's slicked up fingers gently rub over his skin, slicking him up for a painless experience.

"H-hurry up-" Adrien muttered.

"Eager are we?" Luka teased.

"Please-"

He was slow and careful, watching Adrien for any discomfort as he slipped one finger in to start with. Adrien bit his lip, a slight whine escaping him at the sensation.

"Mmh-" he muttered.

"Alright?" Luka asked.

"Yeah, just... move up a bit"

Adjusting his finger, Luka felt around for what he was looking for. He knew it had it when he got the reaction from Adrien.

"Ah!"

"There?" He teased.

"Yeah, right there..." Adrien sighed.

Carefully, he slipped the second finger in, getting more control and helping Adrien relax his muscles. He prodded at the Adrien approved sweet spot, coaxing more angelic little whines from him.

"Fuck you're so cute..." Luka smiled.

He ran his free hand up Adrien's back, down his arms with a reassuring rub. Adrien took that hand, held it tight.

"You're doing good, just relax ok?" Luka assured.

"Feels good..." Adrien whined.

"It'll feel better when I'm inside you"

Adrien cracked a smile, he liked the sound of that a lot admittedly. He did want to ride Luka, but given how weak in the knees he was already, he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold himself up very long. Perhaps he'd let Luka do a little manhandling instead. Actually... being manhandled sounded really good. It gave Adrien an idea.

"Luka-" he spoke up.

"Yeah? You ok?" Luka replied.

"I want you to claim me. Get that anger out, tell me I belong to you"

Luka just about came right then and there hearing that.

"Adrien you're going to make me go insane-" he said.

"Good. Be rough, I can handle it. I want to see you passionate and possessive"

"Are you sure you can-"

"Please, Luka"

Seems like Adrien could be more freaky than initially thought. With his permission and Luka running out of restraint, he quickly found himself pinned down on the bed on his back, legs open either side of Luka while he looked up at the musician hastily unbuttoning his jeans. Adrien gave him a cheeky grin, hooking his foot on the waistband and forcing them down wanting them off as much as Luka did.

"Behave, Adrien" Luka said.

"Hurry up then" he replied.

This little... he had a bit of a brat streak in him didn't he? Quickly getting those jeans off, next was the boxers. Adrien was practically salivating at the shape of his partners erection through the thin fabric, only getting hunger for it when he finally saw it spring free from its cotton prison.

"Eyes up here" Luka teased.

Adrien looked up at him, make eye contact for a moment before deliberately looking back down. Slathering up a little more lube just to be safe, Luka then crawled atop Adrien, getting in position to enter him. As if there wasn't already a whole heap of emotions going through him right now, but sometimes about seeing the way Adrien so eagerly looked up at him, feeling his cock prodding at the entrance... it was really making that revenge fantasy come to the forefront of his mind. Fucking his ex's crush... it felt good. He knew it shouldn't... but it did. And Adrien basically encouraging it? Fuck, that was doing things to him.

He gave Adrien a look to confirm he was ready, receiving an eager nod in return. Carefully, he pushed in. Slow and steady to allow Adrien a moment to adjust. He'd not had anything this size in him before, but it didn't hurt. He definitely felt fuller, but it wasn't unpleasant. He let out a shaky breath, barely containing himself. He knew going too fast to quickly would only hurt him, but fuck did he want to get plowed.

"You ok?" Luka asked.

"Yeah... it's good" Adrien smiled.

He started slow and methodical, allowing his partner the moment to release any tenseness he still held onto. Luka gently kissed Adrien's forehead, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze too.

"That's it, you're doing well" he said.

Adrien smiled, not only feeling good bodily but feeling loved as well. They both knew they wanted to get rough, but they also both knew they needed to start slow. Adrien was glad Luka cared enough to refrain for him, allow him the time to adjust. He'd always liked Luka, but it was gestures like that that really made him fall in love. As he started getting used to the sensation, and craving more of it, his smile turned to a sly grin.

"I'm all yours, I don't belong to anyone else..." He said, trying to coax that possessiveness out of Luka.

"Adrien-" Luka replied, a tone of warning in his voice.

"Aaallll yours, no one else. Not any of my fan girls, not any of our friends, not your ex- you"

Any shame Luka had about his revenge fantasy was starting to slip away with Adrien playing into it like that. Picking up the pace a little, Adrien whined in response to the sudden up in ecstasy.

"I belong to you Luka, I know you want that. I'm giving it to you, I'm yours" Adrien prodded.

"...you're mine" Luka replied, breath shaky and eyes locked onto Adrien's.

"I am... I'm yours"

"You belong to me"

There it was, that's what Adrien wanted. What Luka wanted too but was hesitant to divulge at first. They were on the same wavelength, neither of them cared how it came off to anyone in this moment. Adrien was Luka's and Luka's only. Marinette be damned.

"F-fuck-" Adrien stammered out, pushing his hips up trying to get Luka to go deeper.

Without hesitation, Luka picked up his legs and pushed them up, allowing for them to sit over his shoulders and leaned closer forward to get a better angle into Adrien. The blonde below him gave an exited giggle at the sudden shift, already feeling a difference.

"You're mine, Adrien. Say it" Luka demanded, already getting breathless.

"You, I belong to you Luka" Adrien replied.

"That's right, no one else. Don't you ever let anyone else touch you, you're mine and mine only, got it?"

"Ah- Yes sir"

What succubus had possessed the usually quite innocent model? Whatever it was, Luka certainly wasn't complaining. He glanced down at Adrien's neglected erection, which by now was leaking precum all over his tummy. He'd be able to cum from this alone if he was so reactive already. Just listening to him whimper with each thrust was like listening to the valkyries sing as he entered Valhalla. Although he was no great warrior, but a mere musician that currently felt like he'd conquered the world.

He had Adrien underneath him moaning his name, playing into this petty revenge fantasy he had. He'd won, he'd gotten to the crush before his ex could. He wondered how Marinette felt right now, knowing her ex she lead on and dumped for another boy was currently balls deep in said boy. Deep enough now that he was starting to get one hell of a reaction.

"Fuck- fuck! Right- r-right there!" Adrien moaned out.

Luka pulled almost all the way out, before slamming back in hard enough to make Adrien yelp.

"There?" He teased.

"Fuck!" Was all Adrien could respond.

He reached up, tightly gripping the headboard as he felt his body tense and relax drawing closer and closer to climax. Adrien was chasing the high at full speed now, he didn't care how he got there he just wanted to get there.

"Harder" he puffed.

"A-are you sure?" Luka asked, a little surprised he was taking this much so well.

"Fuck me Luka, do I belong to you or what? Harder!"

Such an eager little princess he was...

Luka grabbed his legs again, this time pinning them either side of his head, literally folding him in half. Being Cat Noir had really make Adrien flexible, so this didn't even hurt. In fact, he found it pretty hot. This angle allowed Luka to push practically all his weight in hard and fast, although it had the side effect of really creaking the bed frame. Thank the gods for that loud music up on the deck drowning everything out.

"Who do you belong to?" Luka prompted.

"You" Adrien moaned back.

"My name, say it"

"Luka, I belong to you Luka"

Luka dropped his head, unashamedly groaning out in pure ecstasy hearing that. Fuck, it was so good. Adrien Agreste, known for being the subject of Marinette's undying affections, was the one moaning his name and begging for the deepest pounding he could get. This is what happens when you lead someone on and dump them for another man, when you're so obsessed with that man it completely clouds your judgment and controls your life. Your ex boyfriend fucks him first, and claims him.

Sorry Marinette, you bought this on yourself. 

"Fuck- Adrien-" Luka strained.

"Mhmm- close, s-so clo-" Adrien whined.

"Cum for me, cum for the only man you'll ever belong to"

He could barely handle it anymore, it only took a few more rough thrusts for Adrien to practically explode in Luka's hands. With a loud cry of his name, he came harder than he ever had before. From his bent over position, he managed to completely cover himself in his own cum. Across his chest, even up onto his chin. That made something almost primal inside Luka snap and quickly he too reached the peak and spilled out deep into Adrien. The sensation of being so filled made the model squirm a little, in a pleasant way. They rode out that high as long as they could, until the pure pleasure started to become overstimulating and they came to a stop completely breathless.

For a moment they just stayed there, in that same position staring at each other as they caught their breath. When the post nut clarity finally hit Luka, he immediately realised how rough he'd been.

"Ah- shit, sorry I probably should have asked before literally bending you in half-" he stammered, letting Adrien straighten out again and pulling out.

Adrien just smiled, completely fucked out.

"No no, that was... holy shit. Again, please. When not completely exhausted" Adrien replied.

Luke sighed in relief, thank gods he hadn't hurt him. Adrien sat up, looked down at the absolute state he was in. Covered in his own cum and leaking Luka's. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow..." was all he said.

"Yeah, wow" Luka snickered.

"I meant all that by the way, I do only belong to you. I'd have rejected Marinette anyway, because in truth... I've been thinking about you ever since you gave me a bi awakening"

"I was the awakening? How very flattering"

The two had to take a moment to compose themselves, clean up enough to be presentable and Luka would definitely have to swap out his blankets after that. But after a moment of assuring aftercare cuddles and admitting true feelings, they finally made a reappearance back up on the deck.

As they expected, Marinette was gone, so was Alya. But everyone else was still there, still having fun. It was around 11:30 by now, still half an hour until the New Years fireworks.

Nino was the first to notice Adrien was back, immediately he jumped up and rushed over t give him a playful arm punch.

"Aaayyyyy look at you go" he teased.

"S-shut up-" Adrien replied, blushing madly although pretty happy his best friend wasn't mad at him over the whole Marinette thing.

"Luka you better take care of him or I'll beat you o- wait no that's not it. Beat you UP" Nino joked.

Luka just snickered, Adrien rolling his eyes.

"Don't worry, he's safe with me" Luka said.

"Listen, just between us three... I was kind of hoping you two would get together. Marinette was starting to creep me out a little, so when the option for my bro to date someone was her or you, I was rooting for gay option" Nino admitted.

"Oh thank gods I'm not the only one that was getting unsettled..."

As they chatted about the situation, and got relentlessly teased for being a horny cliche and fucking in the middle of a party, Luka turned to get a drink from the table full of snacks. On the table next to the cooler full of soft drinks was a pink jacket. Marinette's. She'd left it here.

Something told him they'd have to face each other one more time... because even if she were to ask Juleka for her jacket back and not Luka, they lived in the same house. They were literally twins. And it's not like his sister could just drop it off at school anymore, they'd all graduated. Either she had to come back and get it, or she's have to ask them to bring it over to her. Either way, she'd have to see the twins. And if she was seeing the twins, that meant seeing Luka.

Although now he'd had that little fantasy fulfilled and all those emotions let out... he felt he could face her much more calm and clearly. Weather she was going to keep being wild or come to understand, that was on her. Because at the end of the day, it was Adrien's choice who he fucked.

And he picked Luka.