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Ant v Dec

Summary:

Ant wasn't ever jealous, they were just jokes. Dec on the other hand...

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Ant didn't mind people joking around with Dec, his boyfriend was always the target of a flirtatious joke. Sometimes it was David, grabbing his hands, kissing his cheek. Other times the girls teased him about how pretty he was, "like a pretty girl" they said and he blushed. Ant didn't mind it at all, he knew what he had with Dec wouldn't be broken over a little joke between friends. Beacuse Dec's breath didn't hitch when David grabbed his waist, because nobody knew how to make him shake with little kisses on his neck, because only Ant could bite his skin and leave a mark. Dec, on the other hand, was a possesive little shit. Oh, his gaze burned in the back of the head of anyone that would even dare to get touchy with Ant, Dec couldn't stand it.

"Well, that's nice." Ant commented when the next act walked in, one magician wearing an extravagant attire. Dec tensed when the magician let Ant put a hand on the spikes of his suit, he gave one look and his boyfriend smiled at him, slowly taking his hand off the man's suit. They couldn't talk about it, the camera still on them, but Ant grabbed his arm and whispered. "Behave."

The act was really good, the judges loved it. When the magician came back, he had a little chat with the two hosts, Ant being more talkative than Dec. When he was about to leave he gave Ant a little wink and that was enough for Dec to see red. Thank god they were on an ad break, because his face went red and he couldn't help but clench his jaw. Ant laughed at him and that made the shorter man pout, he couldn't help but feel a little frustated. Ant grabbed his arm and guided him to a corner where no one was around them. 

"You know I'm yours, Declan?" He asked, trapping him against the wall.

"Mmh..." His boyfriend looked down and furrowed his brow.

"Mmh? What does that mean, eh?" Ant pressed him further against the wall, now grabbing his chin to pull his head up and make him meet his eyes. "Who do I belong to?"

Dec refused to talk, that feisty look on his face. Ant slid his hand from his chin to his throat, now adding a little pressure and making Dec gasp.

"Tell me, Declan. Who... do I... belong... to?" Thank god McPartlin knew how to handle his bratty attitude.

A little more pressure on his throat.

"Nnh, me. Aah, y-you belong to me."

"That's right, pet. And who do you belong to?"

"You, A-Anth." Dec squirmed under his grip, a little lightheaded from the intensity of the situation.

"Exactly, baby. You're mine, so fucking behave and stop putting up a show for everyone to see." Ant's other hand grabbed Dec's waist and pressed hard, hard enough to hurt.

"Hhm!"

"The only one I want is you, I think I've made it clear enough. Don't your thighs agree?" 

And the smaller man could only blush remembering all the love bites on his pale skin. He nodded.

"Words, Declan."

"Y-yes."

"Good boy, mmh. Now calm down and come back when you're ready." And gave him a little kiss on his cheek and left, leaving him hard, blushed and aroused.

It was going to be a long day.