Ashton wasn't unaware of his actions, but he also didn't freak out about giving into Ryan anymore. He was still skeptical about their agreement, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy moments like this, this, he wasn't scared about.

What had scared him was the reasons their fathers pushed for this, and knowing how to be vulnerable with someone else again, he didn't think that Ryan would have been as understanding as he was, but he was proven wrong. He kissing him was not in his game plan or anything that was about to take place. All Ashton had wanted was to live his quiet life apart from climbing up the ladder in the business world.

So why was he making out with the very man that he only met just two days ago?

Ryan pushed Ashton down to the bed, their lips still connected, as Ashton took control and flipped them over, him between Ryan's legs as he ground his hips against him. "F—fuck. Ashton, wait..." it was getting harder to breathe. Ashton licked at the dip in his throat, his erection meeting Ryan's as he moved to lift his leg. "Yes, don't... don't—fuck, don't stop, Ash."

Ashton glanced up. His breathing heavy, his eyes dark as he licked his lips, observing the state of arousal that Ryan was in. His chest, neck, and ears were red, his nipples hard, and his composure slipping, his lips swollen from kissing. Ashton didn't want to stop, but he did. He brushed off the hair from his forehead and rested it against Ryan's rising chest. "I think... I think we should stop." Ryan removed his legs from around Ashton's waist, releasing him and allowing him to roll off beside him. "Why do I keep losing myself when I'm around you," Ashton said out loud.

Ryan swallowed a gulp of air. "Same goes for you. Something about you is fucking addictive." He held his head as he sat up. His blue eyes were still filled with lust at the fact that his fiancé just made out with him. "So, why'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

He shook his head. "Don't act dumb now. Why did you kiss me, Ashton?" He turned back to Ryan and looked him over; he was still flustered and his blue eyes still dark and blown. "Because, you..." he didn't know which words to use, but Ryan waited patiently, letting him gather his thoughts, "I don't know, Ryan. I just did." He didn't say anything yet. He just stayed and looked back at him. "Goddamnit, say something."

He scoffed softly. "Sorry, I was just as speechless as you. Why the change of heart?"

Ashton stood up. "No clue. I just did. Umm, I think we should go to sleep. Tia will most likely arrive very early in the morning."

"Ashton," Ryan called... he stopped and turned back to him, "I wasn't finished with your massage." Ashton nodded once, then sat back down next to Ryan. He knelt behind him once again, but this time he gave him a proper massage without being tempted to repeat what he had done, even though Ashton's gentle groans were something of a punishment to hear.

~~ ~ ~~

The lights were turned off, and the fiancés got into bed and under the covers as the A/C cooled down their room. "Do your shoulder and back feel better?"

"Yes, perfectly. Thank you again."

Ryan smiled in the darkness. There was a comfortable silence before he turned to look at Ashton's figure. "You're very much welcome. Your body feels quite nice under my fingers."

Ashton's cheeks turned red, and he was thankful that Ryan couldn't see his face.

"I bet my inheritance that you're blushing." Ryan quipped.

Ashton giggled, and Ryan sat up from the bed as soon as Ashton covered his mouth. "Oh my God, did you just giggle?"

"N—no, I didn't." He couldn't stop laughing even as he spoke. Ryan straddled his waist before he could do anything to stop him and reached over to turn on the lamp.

"Liar." He yelled, having caught Ashton red-faced. He swore and sat up, hands reaching for Ryan's waist where the younger man covered his hands, stopping him from moving off of his lap. "Not so fast, liar, liar... you're pants are definitely still on fire."

He was so close, Ashton thought. He couldn't believe Ryan had caught him so smoothly on a little white lie. His body was hot, was Ryan... was he turned on? Ashton swallowed a growing lump down as Ryan's dark gaze began to bore into his. "Did you enjoy it as much as I did? Or were you just erect for a non-particular reason?"

"You're such an asshole." Ashton chuckled.

"Yes, I know, now answer my question." Ashton tried to free his hands, but Ryan refused to let him go. "No, answer first."

"Yes. I enjoyed it enough to become aroused. Now, let go of my hands."

It was Ryan's turn to giggle. "Haha, you held my waist first. What were your intentions with me, Ash?" He scooted closer to Ashton, making him gasp and shake out of his hold before he placed his hands on Ryan's thighs. He gulped and bit his bottom lip. "Bullocks." He rose his hands up Ryan's thighs and lifted his eyes back up to his.

"How badly do you want me to kiss you, Ashton?" Low and husky, his voice rumbled in his throat, and Ashton wanted to feel the vibration of his words a little closer. He bent and touched his forehead to his shoulder.

"Fuq." [Fuck]

"A—Ashton?" He quickly grasped his face and lifted it up so he could examine him. His fingers were feeling the heat of Ashton's cheeks. "You're flustered, aren't you?"

"What are you playing at? Twenty questions? Urgh, you staying here was a terrible idea." He said, choosing to ignore the questions for the safety of what he'd say or do to him.

"Ouch. I'll try not to take that personally, but fuck you. You're not a walk in the park either, Ash. Given that I lived in L.A with entitled rich little assholes who thought that they were the Kings and Queens of the fucking world!" He removed his hands from his face and leaned back, but he didn't get up from where he sat on Ashton's lap.

"Can you move?"

"Yes, I can. But I won't. Apologize to me and quit avoiding my questions with your blatant denial of your own thoughts and actions." The older one glared, no response, just a glare. "Your hands are still on my thighs."

Ashton removed his hands and held them up as if he had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Ryan's eyes didn't waver, and he was still very cautious after learning about the other man's horrible breakup with Joseph. He didn't want to push him into anything more than what they were already in, but this back and forth teasing made it harder for him to behave and more challenging for him to communicate without trying to work his way into Ashton's good graces.

He swore under his breath, for Christ's sakes, he got him so aroused just a few moments ago, but... there was still a note of hesitancy with Ashton giving into him.

He sighed and dropped his shoulders. Ryan was tired, and this back and forth was becoming more tedious than anything else. "Okay. Well, I'm going to sleep." He lifted his leg to move off when Ashton touched his knee, his head down as he began to speak. "I'm sorry." Ryan arched a brow. "This isn't something that I particularly do on regular basis... and by this, I mean, get flustered so easily or have someone in my home, in my bed with me... I stayed at my Manhattan apartment when I was dating my ex's... my home was a safe ground for me to escape, and now here you are, and you've managed to catch me off guard at every turn and make me do things that I didn't think I'd do... again."

"Ashton, look at me."

He didn't want to look at him. He couldn't bear to meet his gaze.

"Now! Look at me." He tried not to raise his voice, but he did make his tone stern.

Ashton, who was nervous about this conversation, considered Ryan. He couldn't deny the man's beauty or his means of persuasion. He cursed his father for choosing someone who was defiant enough to rattle him. He was a hard man to get to, but Ryan had no trouble doing just that... getting underneath his hardened shell and not stopping in his quest to figure him out. "What? What is it? What do you want me to say again? Didn't you get enough out of me?"

He told his head slightly. "No... not nearly enough." Ryan bent forward and took Ashton's lips with his own, taking the man off guard.

Ashton hated that he didn't want to push Ryan away, but his body moved on its own accord. His hands found their way back to his thighs, then they grabbed for purchase as his waist and dragged him in. Their bare chest pressed hard against each other, their breath mixing and their tongues sliding over the others in a heated movement that urged small moans and gasps away from their throats.

Ryan cupped Ashton's face, his other hand at Ashton's back, enjoying the feel of his firm-toned muscles under the pads of his fingertips, his nails scratching up his back. Ashton moaned and rutted up against him, his crotch—still semi-erect, rubbed against Ryan's butt, eliciting moans from him. He broke the kiss as he ground his hips down against Ashton's. "Goddamn, you." He combed a hand back through his hair, panting heavily as their foreheads met. "Why the fuck are you such a tease?"

Ashton shook his head, grumbling something that Ryan couldn't make out as he grazed his teeth against his collarbone. Ryan gasped; his vision blurred as a shiver ran through him. He held onto Ashton's left forearm as their hips matched his rhythm, and they moved in sync.

"You—you're gonna drive me mad, Ash..." Another moan, then he yelped in surprise as Ashton bit down hard at his throat. Ryan shivered and buried his hands into Ashton's hair, making a mess of his dark curls. "Lord Ashton..."

He licked at his throat, hearing his voice rumbling against his tongue and biting at the spot where the vibrations had been the strongest.

"Fuck Ashton, you're making me hard. Please," Ryan swore in his head, Ashton wasn't stopping and he was becoming eager. He did not want to be teased in this kind of fashion. He was not about to succumb to Ashton's wicked game.

He snaked a hand down between them and then grabbed Ashton's cock in his hand. The older man groaned, and Ryan did too. He was so sizeable in his hand. Ashton rested his head on Ryan's shoulder, and the blond could see his neck and ears burning hot. Ashton ceased what he was doing to his fiancé while Ryan's fingers nimbly skimmed down his shaft through his underwear. He shivered as he gripped in firmly, making him shudder hard. Ashton caught Ryan's wrist, stopping him momentarily from going any lower.

"Please... please don't." He hissed.

Ryan bit his bottom lip, hearing Ashton sound breathless, almost as if he were about to submit. That brought a smile to his face... finally, something that he could use to make the man behave. Ryan took a few seconds to catch his breath. "Tell me how badly you love touching me."

Ashton groaned but said nothing. Ryan moved his hand lower despite being held back by him. "Ash, tell me how much you like it." Another silent response. Ashton bit Ryan on his shoulder, and the younger man laughed. "Tell me that you want my hand off of your cock... tell me how much you want me to get off of your lap. Come on, Ash, talk to me. Communication is the key to a successful marriage. Tell me how you feel when I make your cock hard."

Ashton growled, then shot up and pushed Ryan down, taking the man off guard. Ashton knelt above him, Ryan's legs on either side of his own. His brown eyes had gone black, his tan skin red from his neck to his cheeks from being teased, and his hands caging Ryan underneath him. "I hate you!" He sneered. "I hate that you make me act as recklessly as you do. I hate that I like feeling your body against mine, and I hate that you've gotten me so fucking hard that I can barely think straight." He growled, but Ryan was paying attention to how tendrils of his curls fell infront of his face, his frustration showing so clearly. "I hate how much I want to devour you and how much I love when you touch me." He hadn't looked away this time. Instead, he stared back into his eyes. "You want me to stop hiding my homosexual thoughts? Well, there they are. Now, what?" He shook his head, "fuck, I want to make you speechless as you made me for the entire bloody day. I cannot believe that you—someone who is so bold and sexually fueled could make me break my exterior shell so fucking easily. What even are you?"

Ryan's eyes burnt from what Ashton confessed. He felt tears coming to the surface and began to laugh, no, really laugh. He wiped away tears as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Ashton's neck. "I am truly a weapon of mass destruction." He caressed his cheek tenderly with his left hand. "A tool I've used to win my place into the few hearts of some powerful businessmen when I was younger." Ashton arched his eyebrow. "Wait... you had a sugar daddy?"

"Sugar daddies, correction. I had a few, I didn't need them, but it was fun to play with powerful men, especially when they loved my charming face and family name." He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I got tired of them fast, but I did milk them for quite a lot of gifts, and well... you're different. You don't make me want to use you for personal gain, but you do make me want to do bad things to you." He whispered, brushing Ashton's hair out of his eyes then winking at him. "I thought you were gonna be a stuck-up jerk when I met you, and the original thought has not changed." Ashton gave him a deadpanned look, and Ryan grinned at him. "Kidding... so," he dropped his voice, "how hungry are you? And no, I do not mean food."

Ashton arched an eyebrow, and he chuckled. "Not enough to slaughter the banquet."

His eyes sparkled. "Then how about a sample?" Ashton questioned him with his eyes, and Ryan lowered his eyes in the direction of their very obvious erections. "If you allow me, I can get rid of that for you." Ashton's blush returned, and Ryan could tell that his throat had closed and that his speech had become unless. Ryan nodded his head once and waited until Ashton did the same. His fiancé nodded, and he kept his smile at bay. "Sit back." Ashton obeyed and sat back where he was against the pillows. Ryan moved swiftly back onto his lap, but this time far enough away that he could see the outline of Ashton's erection in his gray boxers. "May I?" Ryan asked. He didn't hear a reply. His eyes searched Ashton's, and he made a single sound.

"Yes." It was low, almost timid as if he were afraid, as if he wanted to refuse but couldn't. Ryan was nearly rendered nervous at how intense this moment felt. Ryan ran his fingers down the length of Ashton's cock, holding in his breath at how thick he was. He exhaled softly and then hooked a finger in the waistband of his shorts and then pulled it back, exposing the head of his erection to his hand. Ashton hissed and gripped Ryan's left thigh. The blond bent his head forward and pressed a kiss to Ashton's cheek, then looked back down as he shoved his hand inside Ashton's underwear and brought out his penis and balls

Well, well, well, he was pretty endowed. Ryan smiled, showing his excitement at actually seeing what his future husband was packing between those thick thighs of his. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, and Ashton's hips jerked up in response, enjoying the feel of Ryan's fingers.

"Oh, mierda." [Oh fuck] he hissed when his hand started to move up and down his cock. He couldn't believe this was happening, not just after 48 hours of being in this house with Ryan. It was unimaginable to him to think that this would be how he'd be spending his second night with his new betrothed. He was growing harder with each stroke, panting against Ryan's shoulder, while he tightened his grasp on his thighs and began to bite down on his shoulder once more. "Eres una puta burla!" [You're a fucking tease].

"Sí, pero te gusta." [Yes, but you like it]. He rose a brow at hearing Ryan reply to him in his mother's native tongue. "Suelta mi mano, Ashton." [Let go of my hand, Ashton]. He hadn't noticed that he had reached out to hold Ryan's wrist while he was rubbing his cock. Ryan nudged his head aside, kissing his cheek, then his chin. He licked along his throat as he ran his thumb over the head of Ashton's penis, feeling the moisture there. "Oh fuck! ¿Por qué siento que estás disfrutando de esto?" [Why do I feel like you're enjoying this?]

"Because I am." He nipped at his throat, then pulled his head back, his free hand urging Ashton's right hand higher up his thigh. "Amo tus Manos, Ash." [I love your hands, Ash.]

"Then why am I the only one being pleasured?"

Ryan opened his eyes and saw that Ashton was serious, even though his face was nearly red with pleasure. His voice more profound than usual, but his eyes were serious, even though he looked ready to make a mess of himself. "I... this is about you."

"Is it really?" Ashton took his hand off of Ryan's thigh, then reached forward and grabbed his erection that had been throbbing in the confines of his own shorts. "Ashton, por favor no..." [Ashton, please no...]

"Cállate." [Shut up]

He pushed his hand into Ryan's boxers and pulled out his erection, not surprised to see the head of his penis moist from pre-cum. He was practically torturing himself while getting him off. Ashton scoffed at his idiocy. "You're so focused on me, but you let yourself suffer an unbearably hard erection. Maybe you aren't as smart I think you are." Ryan sucked his teeth, and Ashton snickered.

"Together... let's do it together." Ryan gasped.

"Alright." Ashton held their erections together. Ryan bent lower and spat on their cocks, making Ashton tilt his head in question.

"It helps the friction." He blushed, joining his hand with Ashton's own. They began to move in sync, now, up and down, up and down. Ryan inhaled sharply, holding onto Ashton's shoulder while the older man wrapped a hand around his back and bent to flick his tongue over his hardened nipple. Ryan squealed in surprise and moved back slightly from the shock. Ashton smirked but didn't move away.

"Make that sound again." He bit his nipple, and as he expected, Ryan exclaimed again and rolled his hips to meet the thrust of Ashton's hips.

"Oh, fuck me." Ashton moved to the other nipple and then bit him softly, licking at his areola before his other hand lowered into the back of his underwear to grab his ass cheek.

Ryan shivered, moaning once more, his body burning. Ashton's hands were so hot, and his mouth so wet. He couldn't ignore how much his body loved it. His skin rose with goosebumps, his nipples sensitive, and his cock loving the feel of Ashton's firm grip on him.

He hadn't expected to be so tender to his touch. He didn't think that Ashton's touch would light a fierce fire within him made him feel as if he were burning from under his skin. He didn't know that Ashton was one to tease, and he didn't think he'd be the kind of man to leave a hickey on another person.

Maybe this arrangement wouldn't be a waste of his time. He and Ashton could work through their differences, and he moaned louder when he felt Ashton's thumb running up over the slit of his cock. He could definitely make it work, especially when his mouth was scorching a path up his breast bone and his neck. He gripped his hair, pulling his head back and meeting Ashton's dark eyes.

"I think I'm gonna cum..." He exhaled as his thrust grew faster and their hands quicken in pace. The sliding of their erections against one another made his body shiver from the oncoming orgasm that was building.

"Hijo de puta!" [Son of a bitch]. He swore, his vision started to blur, and he couldn't believe that he was about to share an orgasm with Ashton. The younger man bent to touch his lips with his fiancé, their panting causing their breaths to mingle. Ashton sat up and kissed him, their tongues in a sloppy dance as their hands went faster. Ryan gasped, moaning as he broke their kiss. "Oh hell, I'm cumming... Ash. I'm going to... ahh..." his eyes slipped shut as he climaxed.

"Umff!" Ashton trembled as he too grunted and came over their fist

The room fell quiet after the men had reached the peak of their orgasms. They stayed how they were, Ryan bent over Ashton, and his head rested on Ryan's cheek. They were burnt out; the impatient need to release their pent-up arousals had exhausted them. "Mierda." [Shit]. Ashton whispered.

"Yeah, we made a mess." Ryan shrugged him off, then lifted his hand to his mouth and licked away the cum there. "A delicious Banquet indeed."

Ashton swore, ducking his head to hide his blush. Ryan took Ash's hand and lifted it to his mouth, and one by one, sucked at his fingers. The lewd action caused Ashton's jaw to drop. Ryan's lips closing around his fingers was an intoxicating sight. His man busied himself by licking off the reminding cum from his hand, making Ash gulp.

"That was extremely lewd." He said, watching Ryan swallow their ejaculation. He moved closer and swiped Ashton's mouth with his own, giving him a taste of their cum. Ashton hummed softly, his hands at Ryan's hips, pulling him in as the blond wrapped his arms around his neck and pushed his tongue inside of Ash's mouth, drugging him with a kiss. When Ashton had consumed the thick liquid, Ryan moaned and parted their lips as he huffed out. He smirked and touched his fiancé's bottom lip. "You would look so beautiful sucking my cock, Ashton Fredrickson."

He gulped, savoring the taste of the slightly bitter and oddly warm cum that he was just fed. "You're an asshole." Ryan laughed and fell back to his side of the bed.

"Well, you're the one marrying me."

Ashton did the same, falling back to his pillow. "Yes. I am, aren't I?" They share a faint smile in the dimly lit room as the silence rejoined them for the night.