They ended up making out halfway through the flight, being all messy and breathless and greedy. At some point, Rihan dragged Taeryn onto his knees between the seats, Taeryn taking him into his mouth so eagerly that Rihan had to grip his hair with both hands just to steady himself. He came hard, shuddering, and Taeryn swallowed every drop like he'd been starving for it.
By the time the jet touched down, Rihan was flushed and Taeryn looked far too proud of himself.
A sleek black car was already waiting at the private hangar. They slipped inside, and the city rose around them, towering buildings, neon lights, wealth in every direction. They pulled up to the hotel hosting the party, an enormous glass building with a red carpet stretched across the entrance.
Paparazzi swarmed instantly, flashes going off frantically.
Taeryn didn't even flinch.
He simply tightened his grip on Rihan's hand and guided him through a side entrance, bypassing the crowd entirely.
