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“Luigi!” Hasan hissed out, quietly. The man snapped his head up at once, hurrying over to the bars, where Hasan waited.
“Hasan..!”
Hasan quickly tried the handle of the cell, and it popped open with no resistance. He’d been correct, though he’d also grabbed every key ring he’d found in the office just in case.
The two quickly made their way out, and when Luigi stumbled as a sharp spike of pain in his back protested the hasty movement, Hasan simply threw an arm over his shoulder to aid him as they kept going.
They hadn’t gotten far when they heard a voice cry out in alarm, no doubt announcing Luigi’s escape. Picking up the pace, they made their way out of the prison and onto the road nearby, unfortunately devoid of cover. Looking ahead, Hasan pointed towards a building in the distance. Luigi nodded and they continued quickly, horribly aware of how close they were to being caught.
But they weren’t caught. Sneaking a peak over his shoulder, Hasan saw flashlights searching the prison campus.
Hasan ducked onto a side street, pulling Luigi along and into an alley nearby. They carefully made their way through back roads, and with the power still out, into Hasan’s hotel through a back door. Continuing to support Luigi as they made their way up the empty stairwell, Hasan pulled open the door onto his floor, and then popped open his own door.
From the inside, Hasan quickly turned the manual lock.
Standing in the dark and quiet hotel room, neither spoke for a moment, adrenaline still rushing through them both.
“You came,” Luigi said, finally, and when he did his voice shook slightly.
“What else was there for me to do?”
Even in the dark, they looked towards each other. Luigi reached out to touch him, as if to confirm the other man was real, and Hasan let him. They held each other awkwardly, but it felt natural, the first time they'd properly touched without a divider.
Then, Luigi leaned in, and pressed his lips against Hasan’s. It was messy, he didn’t get it quite right the first time in the dark, but Hasan returned the kiss all the same. One of his hands found Luigi’s waist, and he pulled him closer. His other hand tangled in the man’s short hair and under his breath he whispered into the kiss, “God, you’re so gorgeous.” Luigi’s body was warm and soft, and he trembled a little, as if he was shaking with the mere everything of the moment. Then the lights flickered and trembled with the effort of returning to life before finally shining steadily.
The hotel’s bedside lamp now illuminated the two, a constant warm glow over them.
When they pulled apart, they observed each other with a new awareness.
Looking to the side, Hasan spoke, “We can’t stay here.”
“I was ready to die alone in jail.” Luigi placed a hand on Hasan’s chin, tilting his face down to meet his own. “I know I’m probably going to be found. I don’t want to be alone while I’m free as well.”
Hasan’s breath hitched in his throat, no longer able to look away from Luigi’s eyes.
“Why can’t you have both? We could be out of here tonight. I can get us out,” Hasan said, almost desperately. But Luigi just pulled him closer into a soft kiss, and afterwards whispered, “Let us have tonight first.”
Hasan silently thanked the hotel as he arranged the unnecessarily large amount of pillows and helped Luigi to lay down, supported by them. Laying down next to him he felt suddenly awkward. He wasn’t sure where to go from there, and Luigi seemed to sense that. Turning his head to face Hasan, he gave him a gentle smile. “Come on, Hasan,” He said, and took his hand, guiding it down to his pants. With his other hand, he slid down his pants. Hasan delicately slid his hand beneath the other man’s boxers, stroking his cock. Luigi hissed out a low breath, bucking into even the slightest touch, “Fuck..”
Rewarded by the man’s reactions, Hasan gripped him firmly, tracing slow lines along his tip. His own heart beat so fast as he did so, so fast he irrationally worried Luigi could feel it through the veins in his palm. Luigi gasped out, his hand gripping Hasan’s in an attempt to get himself closer, and Hasan paused. “Uh uh,” He murmured, “I thought you said you had time.”
“Not,” Luigi breathed out, voice shaking, “Like this.”
“Then how,” Hasan pulled his hand away, and Luigi gripped it tighter, trying to drag him back.
“Just- come on, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, please?” He whispered, face flushed and warm as he met Hasan’s eyes.
“I didn’t hear you,” He said back, teasing. “What was that?”
“Pl-please” Luigi stammered out. Hasan returned his hand, just close enough to make another whimper fall from the man’s lips, but not close enough to do anymore.
“Please what?”
“Please,” He took a deep breath, “Please keep touching me.” Hasan gently gripped him once again, stroking so slowly it was almost unbearable as Luigi whimpered, thrusting himself up into Hasan’s hand. Even slow, Luigi hadn’t felt touch like this in so long he practically could not remember the last time, and with a gasp he felt himself approaching the edge. Throwing his head back into the pillows and biting his bottom lip not to cry out, he came.
Breathing heavily as he came down from his high, he turned his face to Hasan’s once more, and something animalistic in himself took over seeing the man also so flushed.
“That can’t be fair,” He said. “I haven’t done anything for you yet.” Rolling over, he pinned Hasan beneath him. One hand crept down to undo the other’s belt.
Hasan couldn’t move, surprise showing on his flustered face. He sucked a breath in, his body trembling as he gazed up at Luigi. Despite being shorter, he was muscular, and he easily held Hasan down with one hand.
In a moment, Hasan quickly finished undoing his pants, lifting his hips partly to pull them off, and partly to get himself closer to Luigi.
Luigi looked down at him, desire filling his eyes as he lined himself up with Hasan’s now exposed body, and slid inside. Hasan cried out, gripping onto Luigi’s waist, and threw his head back at the size. Desperately, Luigi thrust deeper, feeling a need inside him that was deep and primal. It wasn’t long before he came again, chasing his own high as Hasan gripped him tighter.
Lying there, together in the motel bed, Hasan whispered, “You know I’m an omega, right?”
“Don’t think I can’t tell,” Luigi whispered back.
Hasan flushed, laughing quietly. “I guess,” He muttered. He sat up, and reached for his backpack on the table beside them. Rummaging within it, he found a pair of unworn clothes he’d brought, and tossed them to the other. “Here, get something clean.” Luigi took them, and stood, walking to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Washing himself in the hotel bathroom, Luigi felt much better, cleaner. He toweled himself off and pulled on the clothes. They were large on him, and he felt a childish comfort in that, reassured and warm. He hadn’t had someone do anything for him in a while.
Hasan strolled over to the bathroom, cracking the door open and raising his eyebrows at Luigi’s form in his clothes. “You look good.”
“Hah, thanks.” Awkwardly, he laughed and watched the other through the door. “So what now?”
Hasan considered this. “We can’t get an airplane out of here, too much security. Ride share or taxis are too risky.” Then, he glanced out the window, at the parking lot full of other people’s cars below.
“How do you feel about a little road trip?”