Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
LUCA
The arena is electric.
The second we step on stage for the actual show, the crowd loses their minds. The energy feels different than normal, but that could be just me.
Telling Harry off should have happened a long time ago. I know that’s not the last of it, and after this leg of the tour, I’ll know the full extent of what I’ve done. But I don’t care. I was serious. I’ll walk away.
I can find a different band. Sure, it might be my dad’s name that gets me my place, but I’ll be able to secure my spot. And prove myself.
If I won over Kai, I can do fucking anything. I’m like superman or some shit.
We still follow some of the choreography, but anything physical is new—lighter, teasing touches instead of the heavy scripted stuff.
My hand lingers on his lower back during the bridge.
I brush my fingers along his side when we share a mic.
During the build to the chorus, I step in close behind him, chest grazing his back as I sing the harmony right against his ear.
My hips brush his ass for half a second on the drop.
It’s tame compared to everything we’ve done in private.
But the crowd feels the change anyway.
They scream louder every time I touch him.
Phones are up everywhere, lights flashing like a sea of stars.
The energy in the room is thick and hungry, feeding off whatever is crackling between us.
My blood is boiling. Every teasing brush of my fingers against Kai’s skin makes heat pool low in my gut.
I’m half-hard through half the set, and the way Kai keeps glancing at me—dark eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted—isn’t helping.
I want to drag him off stage right now.
I want to shove him into the nearest dark corner and show him who he belongs to.
Instead, I keep it together. Barely.
By the time we hit the encore, I’m drenched.
Sweat drips down the sides of my face. My platinum hair is damp and sticking to my forehead.
My shirt clings to my chest and stomach, soaked through from an hour and a half of pure performance.
The leather pants feel too tight, too hot, every move reminding me how worked up I still am.
The final note rings out.
The lights drop.
The roar of the crowd is deafening.
We bow, wave, and finally walk off stage.
The second we hit the wings, the adrenaline is still surging through me, mixing with the pure want that’s been building all night. My skin feels too tight. My cock is throbbing behind my zipper.
Kai is right beside me, breathing hard, sweat glistening on his pale skin, black hair messy and perfect at the same time. His shirt is clinging to him too, outlining every line of his chest and the vine tattoo that wraps up toward his throat.
He looks wrecked.
He looks fucking edible.
I catch his eye as we head toward the green room. The heat in his gaze tells me he’s just as worked up as I am.
The show is over.
The crowd got their version of us.
Now it’s time for the real one.
I lean in close as we walk, voice low enough that only he can hear.
“As soon as we’re alone,” I murmur against his ear, “Your ass is mine.”
Kai’s breath catches.
Good.
Because after tonight’s performance, I’m done playing nice. I want him. And I want him now.
Then he leans in, lips brushing my ear, voice rough and low. “Maybe your ass is mine.”
The words hit me like a small flame to gasoline.
I grab his wrist and pull him faster down the hallway toward the green room, blood roaring in my ears. The second the door shuts behind us, I spin him around and shove him against the nearest wall, mouth crashing into his.
He kisses me back just as hard, hands already tugging at my damp shirt. But we don’t get far before someone clears their throat behind us.
I tear my mouth from his, my eyes finding Tasha, her cheeks are pink, and she averts her gaze. “Sorry…I just, I don’t want to see more than I should.”
I let out a rough laugh, still breathing hard, my forehead pressed to Kai’s for a second longer before I pull back.
“Timing, Tasha,” I mutter, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My voice is wrecked. “Perfect as always.”
Kai’s face is flushed dark red. He looks mortified and turned on at the same time, which is unfairly hot. He straightens his shirt quickly, trying to look composed while his chest is still heaving.
Tasha keeps her eyes on the floor, clearly uncomfortable but trying to stay professional.
“Well,” she says, voice a little too bright. “The crowd loved the new energy. But we have press in twenty minutes, then the after-party thing the label set up. Try to…keep it together until we’re back at the hotel.”
She finally risks a glance at us, then immediately looks away again.
“I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”
She turns and walks out fast, the door clicking shut behind her.
The second she’s gone, Kai lets out a shaky breath and drops his head back against the wall.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “That was close.”
I step back in, crowding him again, one hand bracing beside his head.
“Close?” I murmur, lips brushing his jaw. “She saw nothing compared to what I want to do to you right now.”
Kai’s hands come up to my chest, not pushing me away, only resting there as though he needs the contact.
“Luca…” His voice is low, warning, but his fingers curl into my damp shirt anyway.
I grin against his skin, nipping lightly at his neck.
“You started it,” I remind him. “Telling me my ass is yours? Bold move, Jung.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against my mouth. “Pretty sure you said it first.”
I pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark, lips swollen, sweat still shining on his skin. He looks wrecked in the best way.
I hum, weighing his words before I say, “We’ve got press” I brush my thumb over his bottom lip, and he flicks his tongue out to taste me. “Then the after-party. But the second we’re back at the hotel…”
I let the sentence hang, eyes locked on his.
Kai swallows, then nods once, the shy flush returning to his cheeks even as heat burns in his gaze.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “The second we’re back.”
I steal one more quick, hard kiss before stepping away completely, adjusting my shirt and trying to will my body to calm down. I know we need to talk about what this is, but we have time for that later.
The after-party feels like it’s never going to end.
The label rented out a sleek rooftop bar in central London.
The view is insane, the drinks are flowing, and every important person in the industry seems to want a piece of us tonight.
I’ve been trying to slip out for the last forty minutes, but every time I head toward the exit, someone grabs my arm.
First, it was a streaming exec wanting to talk numbers. Then a journalist asking about the “new energy” on stage. Then one of the opening act’s managers, who wanted to “compare notes” on choreography.
I keep smiling, nodding, giving short answers, but my eyes keep finding Kai across the room.
He’s stuck too, trapped in conversation with a couple of label suits. Every time our gazes meet, he gives me this small, frustrated look that makes my chest tighten. We’re both counting down the seconds until we can leave.
I finally manage to break free when Tasha gets pulled into a conversation with Harry on speakerphone. I mutter something about needing fresh air and slip out the side door before anyone else can stop me.
The ride back to the hotel is quiet. I’m still buzzing from the show and the teasing touches on stage. My body hasn’t calmed down at all.
I get to our penthouse suite, kick off my shoes, and drop onto the big wrap-around couch with the city lights sparkling below. The master bedroom door is open, the massive bed waiting.
I pull out my phone and start scrolling.
Big mistake.
The #Kuca tag is flooded.
Some fans are confused about the tamer performance tonight:
No1KucaFan: “Kuca felt different… less intense? Did something happen?”
BlueSkys4ever: “Anyone else notice they didn’t do the throat thing or the sucker bit? Feels off.”
Others are pointing at the photos from my night at the club:
Kucasfake: “Wait, wasn’t Luca spotted leaving a club with some random guy like a week ago? Is there trouble in paradise already?”
Obsessedwithkpop: “Kai looked so into it on stage, but maybe it’s all fake now. Luca was clearly moving on.”
Noonematters: “After those hot villa videos…now this? Kuca is crumbling ”
I keep scrolling, jaw tight. The comments sting more than they should. Part of me wants to throw the phone across the room. Another part wants to post something reckless just to shut them up.
The door to the suite clicks open.
I look up.
Kai steps inside, hair messy, eyes scanning the room until they land on me. Relief flashes across his face the second he sees me sitting here.
He closes the door behind him and leans against it for a second, exhaling.
“Finally,” he says quietly.
I set the phone down on the couch cushion.
“Yeah,” I reply, voice low. “Finally.”
He pushes off the door and walks over. The city lights catch on the sweat still drying on his skin and the way his shirt clings to his chest. He stops in front of me, looking down with that same mix of shy sweetness and heat I’ve been seeing all day.
I reach out, grab the front of his shirt, and tug him down until he’s straddling my lap on the couch.
“Missed you,” I murmur against his mouth before kissing him, slow and deep.
Kai melts into it immediately, hands sliding into my hair, body pressing closer. The comments on my phone are already forgotten.
The only thing that matters right now is the man in my lap and the fact that we’re finally alone.
“Mmm, missed you, too.”
The kiss deepens, turning hungry. Kai’s hips roll against mine, and I groan into his mouth. My hands slide under his silk shirt, palms pressing against warm skin.
“We need a shower,” I mutter against his lips.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “We really do.”
I stand, lifting him with me. His legs wrap around my waist as I carry him toward the master bedroom. He laughs softly against my neck, the sound vibrating through me.
“I feel like a princess.”
I huff a laugh. “You want to be called princess?”
We barely make it through the door before I set him down and start stripping. Shirts hit the floor. Jeans follow. By the time we reach the massive bathroom, we’re both naked, hands roaming, mouths crashing together again, teeth bumping in our haste.
I turn on the shower. Hot water pours down from the rainfall head, steam quickly filling the glass enclosure.
We step inside together. The moment the water hits us, Kai pushes me back against the tiled wall, kissing me hard. His hand slides down my stomach and wraps around my cock, stroking me with firm, slick pulls.
I groan, hips jerking into his fist. I grab the bottle of lube from the shelf, squeeze a generous amount into my palm, and slick my fingers.
Kai’s breath hitches when I reach between his legs and press two slick fingers against his hole. I push them in slowly at first, then deeper, scissoring and curling until he’s panting against my mouth, hips rocking back onto my hand.
“Luca—”
I add a third finger, stretching him open while the hot water beats down on us. He’s tight and hot and making the filthiest little sounds every time I crook my fingers just right.
I pull my fingers out, turn him around, and press his chest against the cool tiles. He braces his hands on the wall, arching his back, offering himself.
I slick my cock with more lube, line up, and push in—one long, steady thrust until I’m buried to the hilt.
Kai moans loud, the sound echoing off the glass. I grip his hips and start fucking him hard, deep strokes that make his body jolt against the wall with every thrust.
“Fuck—yes—” he gasps, pushing back to meet me. “Fuck me harder.”
The lube makes everything slick and messy. I can feel every inch of him clenching around me as I pound into him, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles. I grip his hips tighter, fingers digging into the muscle, and drive into him with deeper thrusts that force his body against the wall.
Kai’s breath comes in short, broken bursts. He braces harder against the tiles, back arched, ass pushed out for me. Every time I bottom out, a low, guttural sound escapes him.
I wrap my hand around his cock again, stroking him with the same rough rhythm I’m using to fuck him. My thumb presses firmly over the head on every upstroke, spreading the slick mix of water and precum. Kai’s hips stutter, thighs trembling as he tries to keep up with the pace.
“Shit—right there,” he chokes out when I angle my hips just right and nail that spot inside him again and again.
I lean in closer, chest pressed to his back, teeth scraping along the wet skin of his shoulder as I fuck him harder. The steam is so thick it feels like we’re drowning in it. Water streams down our bodies, making every slide of skin against skin feel filthy and perfect.
Kai’s hand slams flat against the tile as his whole body starts to shake. His cock throbs in my fist, leaking steadily.
“I’m close—” he warns.
I don’t slow down. I keep pounding into him, stroking him faster, tighter, until his whole body locks up.
He comes with a strangled shout, cock pulsing hard in my grip, spilling over my fingers and the tiled wall in thick stripes. His ass clenches rhythmically around me, squeezing so tight it drags me right over the edge with him.
I bury myself deep and come with a rough groan, hips jerking as I fill him up, pulse after pulse, until my legs feel weak.
For a few long seconds, we just stay there, me still buried inside him, both of us panting, water cascading over our joined bodies.
I press my forehead to the back of his neck, breathing hard against his wet skin.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “You feel too good.”
Kai lets out a shaky laugh, still trembling. “Yeah… same.”
I slowly pull out, watching my cum mix with the water and lube as it drips down his thigh. The sight makes my spent cock twitch again.
I turn him around and pull him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss under the spray, hands roaming over his slick skin, unable to get enough.
Eventually, we get clean and move to the bed. I’m pretty sure sleep isn’t happening for a few hours.