The music echoed through the dark corridors of the studio. Playboi Carti sat on a leather couch, watching as Ken Carson, his protégé and friend, poured his soul into every lyric, every beat, every breath. The energy between them wasn’t just about music; it was something deeper, something built on trust, ambition, and an unspoken understanding of what it means to be opium.

Carti leaned back, his thoughts drifting to how far they'd come. The late nights, the wild shows, the quiet moments where it was just the two of them, away from the crowds and lights. It was never just about fame—it was about creating something together, something that would bring them even closer.

"Yo, you good?" Ken's voice snapped Carti out of his thoughts. He had stepped out of the booth, sweat dripping down his sexy body, paired with a grin on his face.

"Yeah, I’m straight," Carti replied, standing up and giving Ken a nod of approval. "You went hard in there."

Ken chuckled, grabbing a towel and wiping his face. "Gotta make sure I’m keepin' up with the opium daddy" he said.

Carti shook his head, smirking. "Ain't no keepin' up. We’re in this together."
It wasn’t the first time they had this conversation, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But every time

Carti said it, he meant it. He saw something in Ken that reminded him of himself, that sensual hunger, that desire to prove the world he's different. They shared the same dreams, the same desire, and the same love for the craft that had brought them so close to each other.

As the night wore on, the two of them sat on the rooftop of the studio, the city lights sprawling beneath them. The sky above was clear, stars barely visible against the light pollution, but it didn’t matter. They were here, together, and in moments like these, everything else seemed irrelevant.

"You ever think about where we'd be without all this?" Ken asked hesitantly, his voice quiet, almost submissive.

Carti glanced over at him. "Sometimes. But I try not to get stuck in the 'what ifs.' We got here together just us against the world, bro. And we ain't stoppin'" as a bulge in pants starts to appear.

Ken noticed, understanding what Carti needed in the moment, but there was something in his eyes—a mix of alpha and sexual tension. He knew that without Carti, none of this would have been possible. He had taken him under his wing, shown him the ropes, and more than that, Carti helped him become into the passionate lover he is today. They didn’t need to say it out loud, but the bond between them was fully erect.

Suddenly, Ken stood up, his gaze locked on to Carti. "What would I ever do without you?" as he leaned in for a kiss.

Carti leaned in locking lips with Ken,while sensually gripping onto the opium chains on his neck.

Carti pulled him closer while removing their clothes, rubbing his big strong opium hands all over his ripped body. "That's 'cause we built different. We ain't just flyin', we soaring." Carti said poetically.
The two made intense love on that rooftop that night, side by side, the weight of the world beneath them but feeling lighter than ever. In that moment, it was clear that no matter where life took them, no matter how high they climbed, they would always have each other’s back to blowout.