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Upon deciding to approach him, he acted as if he hadn’t been staring at you for at least twenty minutes from behind a gradually emptying cylindrical glass.
His features were soft, graced ever so gently with the warm light from the bar. His flesh was so smooth, appearing almost liquid, especially on his hands which crawled closer to you on the countertop like dexterous spiders.
‘Say,’ his voice was ever so quiet, but the low-pitched silky pur right at the back of his throat gave you all the clarity you needed. ‘you look divine.’
Speech was not flowing for long, with long pauses between utterances to leave a ghosting touch or glint of the teeth. It was clear to you what was to come of the situation, but the red-haired man didn’t seem so sure.
You’d seen him last week in this exact same spot, but he’d been entertaining a stockier, dark-haired man. Still, you’d focused solely on the sweet little nymph of an alien bathed in his shadow. He looked more than capable of giving you what you wanted.
His name was David, but you found it far more important that he knew yours. You wanted to hear it slide from his pretty lips like smoke within the hour.
‘Your place or mine?’ you asked with the accompaniment of two fingers grazing languidly over his knee. He seemed to like that, though he was secretly unsure of your intentions. Of course, he knew what he wanted, but it was at times like this when he wished he could read minds.
David made his own desires clear upon standing up. He immediately removed his shoes so that he stood level with you, perhaps even slightly shorter, and handed them to you.
’My feet hurt.’ he sighed with a soft grin that showed his teeth ever so slightly, and swanned off.
It hadn’t taken long to catch up with him; he’d barely found his way out onto the street before stopping in his tracks and wordlessly linking your arm when you’d reached his side again.
It was dark. You wanted to hold his waist, but he would not let go of your arm, occasionally resting his head against it.
’Are you drunk?’ you asked him, and he shook his head with a little giggle.
’I’m just being easy.’ his gaze flickered up to meet yours for a moment, that same grin spread across his face.
His pale eyes looked curious and apologetic when you asked him where his hotel was, so you started leading him to the nearest one, assuming.
He looked like a slut, swaying slightly with the movement stemming from his hips as he walked beside you, leaning into you ever so slightly. His pop-socks were dirty, feet curling into the gaps in the cobblestone whenever he lost his balance.
Though, his clutch on your arm made it clear that he was your slut.
207. Two-Zero-Seven was the way he said it, ever so softly into your ear.
You kissed his lipstick right across his face as soon as the door was closed, and he simply melted into your arms, allowing himself to be touched and adored.
’More…’ his brows drew together, and your hands gripped his waist firmly, bringing him over to the bed in the centre of the room; it was circular in shape, with silk covers. He looked up at you as if for approval, perched daintily on the edge while you stood above him.
’Oh darling,’ you couldn’t help but smile at his blatant femininity, tilting his chin up to face you. ’what do you want, hm?’
Another rosebud of a smile played on his lips as he crawled over the bed, ass in the air, opening the drawer beside it.
You were not surprised when a large dildo was taken from the drawer, and placed immediately in the rockstar’s mouth. He kept his gaze fused with yours as he began sucking on it, eyes watering a little as he took more.
You crawled onto the bed, kneeling in front of him, and he looked up at you while pushing the object down his throat with both hands, breathing heavy and laboured. His hand trailed from his knee up to his thigh, before his fingers curled around his stiffening cock.
The noise he made while gagging around the dildo was fucking divine, and he quickly removed it from his mouth so he could catch his breath, cheeks all pink, eyes glistening.
The now-wet toy was placed into your upturned palms. Smooth silicone, slightly ribbed. You couldn’t help but wonder how often he’d used it alone.
’Good boy…' you whispered as you kissed him, pushing him onto his back with ease. The way he writhed at being pinned down ever so slightly suggested quite often.
The manner in which he sprawled across the bed the moment you had it in your hands did nothing but convey beautifully his supine mood. His expression was desperate, pleading. how often he’d used it alone.
’Touch me…!’ he whimpered, holding one dainty hand out towards you.
Time was passing quickly. You touched wherever you could on his smooth body. His eyes would flutter closed whenever you spoke to him tenderly in whispers, his body seeming a vessel, conveying through squirming movements whatever arrangement of syllables you muttered into his delicate ear.
’On your front.' you whispered to him, barely audible, but he heard and obeyed as expected.
Hands and knees on the floor, heart beating evenly through his ears. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt you enter him, relaxing as he always did.
The incline of his back slowly became deeper, falling into a further submissive position the deeper you pushed into him. Your hands kneaded his muscles into loosening, allowing you total control over his body.
He began to melt as you picked up a gentle rhythm, lowering himself further and further into the mattress, though his ass remained wherever you held it due to the sheer grip you had on his hips.
The soft whimpers he made with every thrust only drove you to go harder, growing gradually until he flinched, whining, but pushing back onto you simultaneously until your whole cock was inside of him.
‘you’re too much-!’ he whined, but made no attempt to halt the situation. Instead, he did nothing but respond positively the harder you took him, the rougher you held him, the harsher you spoke to him.
It was nice to learn that evening that the slutty rockstar was very much into dirty talk, and the sound he’d made when you’d slapped him across his pale thigh… goodness.
He made no attempt to be ambiguous about his orgasm approaching. His sexy sounds of pleasure got harder and higher, more frequent and desperate. He would’ve been flat on his front of it wasn’t for your firm hold on his hips.
’Please, please let me come…!’ he whimpered, furiously pumping his own cock to the rhythm of the object slamming repeatedly into his sensitive prostate.
’Go on, come for me.’ you stroked his hair gently, idly, before trailing your fingers down to the hair at the back of his neck, and giving it a firm tug.
That was all it took. His entire body tensed as his orgasm hit hard, and lord, did you hear him.
He did not stop being so loud until he had finished releasing all over his hand, breathing heavily and trembling slightly as he moved his body forwards, encouraging you to pull out.
’You did so good…’ you whispered as he laid down flat, smiling simperingly as you kissed his shoulder, skin prickling agreeably with the rush of hormones positive attention after sex brought him.
He seemed to want to be held, and so you did exactly that, touching him and adoring him, and even lighting his cigarette for him. He offered you his hand to help you finish, and you’d initially had that down as a totally lazy move that would do nothing for you, but you seemed to have severely underestimated what two fingers and a thumb could do. He did not exert tremendous effort, but whispered to you as you’d done to him, and kissed you through your release.
And then, he went straight back to being completely incapable of anything and everything, asking you sweetly to run him a bath.
Your butter boy was a lot to handle, a total princess, but you both knew that tonight’s events would replay the moment your paths crossed again.