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„Where are you, dude? You just straight up disappeared, are you good?“ Mysta’s concerned voice greeted him right when he picked up.
Originally, Ike had only grabbed his phone to silence it, but when he saw his best friend’s number, he was quick to accept the call. They had started out the night together at the club, after all.
„Hi, yeah, I‘m good. I left with someone, sorry. He kinda dragged me out before I could notify you,“ Ike explained quietly, sitting back onto the big queen size bed he had just scrambled to get up from.
„Oh, you got someone?“ the detective confirmed, audibly relaxing at the information. „That’s cool, sorry to bother you then.“
„No no,“ Ike replied, „It‘s fine. I‘m alone for a bit currently. We didn’t… get to it yet.“
„Ouh, alright,“ Mysta hummed knowingly. „But are you gonna have a good time?“
„God, yeah, I… I already saw it when he undressed earlier. I‘m eating good tonight.“
„What the fuck, man,“ Mysta laughed on the other end of the line, „You’re such a slut.“
„Shut up,“ Ike quipped back, fighting his blush. „You’re just jealous you won’t have a time as good as mine tonight.”
At that, the detective scoffed, but any real denial was swallowed in an instant. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t deny what was blatantly obvious to Ike anyways, so instead, he directed the conversation elsewhere.
„Who did you even bag? I didn’t see you leave at all.“
Ike threw a short glance towards the closed door of the bathroom, behind which his date for the night was still having a steaming hot shower. He suppressed the image of the other‘s toned body and his flaccid but huge dick resting between his legs when the man had undressed with a smirk earlier.
„Did you see that black and red haired guy when we were at the club? The one who sat over at the bar?“
An unholy gasp tore through the phone speakers. „The long haired guy? Holy shit.“
„Mhm~” Ike hummed full of honey sweet self satisfaction. „He approached me. It was cute, he tried his best to impress me and bought me a cocktail, and we talked for a while. Didn’t take much to get into his pants, that horny motherfucker. I literally just had to talk about movies and games and he promptly invited me to his penthouse. But it’s nice here.“
„What the fuck,“ Mysta muttered in disbelief. „How do you always do this? This is like the third rich guy you pulled this month.“
„Guess playing hard to get does attract some persistently ambitious people,“ the novelist mused, shrugging his shoulders to himself as he spoke.
„It really does, damn… Meanwhile, my hookup got into a fucking brawl and got kicked out, man, I‘m bitchless.“
„Aww,“ Ike laughed pityingly, „sorry to hear that. Want me to pass on your number to my guy for next time? I‘m sure you‘d like him.“
„Sure,“ Mysta replied in amusement. „How big is he?“
„Oh, he‘s big. Undressed while I was in the shower and I had to try hard not to stare. He was already big while flaccid, and he‘s girthy. I‘m gonna have a great time with him,“ Ike reported before chewing at his lip in embarrassment.
Mysta snorted a laugh. „You whore. You better ride his dick off until he’s physically unable to forget you so you can pass on my number.“
„Pfft, yeah sure,“ Ike retorted. „I‘ll be here waking up to breakfast, just you wait.“
Mysta hummed through the phone speakers, but it was drowned out when a sudden sound came from the bathroom. Hastily, the novelist turned and was relieved to see the door still closed like earlier.
„Hey, psst,“ Ike whispered into the mic, „I think he‘s done showering. I‘ll let you know how it went. Have a good night, alright?“
„Yeah, you too. Don’t let him treat you wrong, I’ll hunt that motherfucker down if I have to. Have fun and take care.“
„You too,“ Ike replied with hushed voice and then hung up, hurriedly slipping his phone back into his bag over by the bedside table. He slid the towel off and threw it over the backrest of the office chair across the room so that he could get comfortable and position himself on the bed in a way that would get his cute date going in a heartbeat. He bent his back a little, pushed out his ass and angled his legs so that they would frame his buttocks nicely, and then he waited. If he felt a wave of embarrassment at his own behaviour, he didn’t let it get to him.
Vox, he’d said, was his name. A catchy name, and nice to pronounce. Ike mused about how much it complimented the man‘s pleasant voice and talkative mood from earlier, and a smile snuck up on him.
Who knew he‘d find someone who matched his interests so well on a random Saturday‘s autumn night?
A small part of Ike bubbled with hopes he would never admit to having, and he didn’t have the heart to suppress the feeling.
Clack.
The sounds of the bathroom door ripped Ike out of his thoughts and he turned, stilling in his movement when his eyes found the feast of a body that belonged to Vox.
Right. He was here to be fucked.
„About time,“ Ike teased, nuzzling into the sheets in an inviting gesture. He watched intently as Vox shed his towel and slowly made his way over to where Ike was sprawled, his golden eyes wandering over his body with assertive attention.
„You’re pretty,“ were the man‘s first words. And to Ike’s surprise, they got to him in an unusually intimate manner. When he felt his cheeks heat up softly, panic bubbled up. Shush, he tried to silence his cursed heart, that was the bare minimum of a compliment!
But Vox didn’t seem to mind his internal conflict and sat down at the edge of the bed with a mild smile. He slowly reached out to caress Ike‘s tousled hair, and the novelist flushed even further at the gentle gesture.
„What a lucky man I am today,“ the black haired man muttered and for a moment, Ike almost believed that the other’s comment was simply destined to himself, an honest open thought. But in truth, all his dates were sweet talkers. Ike shouldn’t flatter himself.
„Sorry to make you wait, sweetheart,“ Vox said an leaned down until his fringe was nearly tickling Ike‘s face. „May I?“
And god, someone try to convince Ike consent wasn’t sexy. His heart fluttered embarrassingly at the soft question, and he nodded as he scooted aside to make some room for another body.
Vox, while moving slowly and predictably, was assertive when he took the space offered to him. His body slotted to Ike‘s side with a soft warmth and skin pressed against skin as he bent over to give Ike a gentle first kiss. It was careful, so innocent that blurry seconds of his first kiss bubbled up in Ike’s mind and made him positively dizzy.
His eyes fluttered shut. This was comfortable, so intimate that it almost distracted Ike from the original goal of this rendezvous — that was, until Vox shifted and placed his body directly on top of Ike‘s.
A hitched breath escaped Ike‘s saliva-covered lips before he could register what exactly had happened. When his eyes opened, it was to a smugly smiling Vox, not only visibly satisfied with the reaction he got, but also noticeably excited in lower regions. With sloppy precision he had placed his center right on Ike‘s, and now there was a suspiciously solid something rubbing against Ike‘s own half-hard dick.
„Hmm? Enjoying yourself?“ Vox hummed silkily and shifted just enough to let his erection slip off of Ike‘s and onto his flat belly. Ike inhaled sharply and instinctively bit his lip to prevent any more sounds from slipping, but his plans were thwarted by a tongue prying its way into his mouth.
Vox kissed him deeply, licked as far back as he could once Ike gave in to him, and his baritone hum rumbled against Ike‘s chest when the novelist finally kissed back with sparked fervour.
When Vox finally broke away, they were both panting pathetically, equally lost in each other and utterly out of breath but lusting for more. Their faces barely moved enough to leave some breathing space, and Ike scrunched up his face when thick, black and red hair tickled his nose.
A soft laugh told Ike that it hadn’t gone unnoticed, and then Vox pushed himself higher and threw his hair back over his shoulders. However, his efforts were in vain, because as soon as he looked back down at Ike, his hair fell back into his face. It got a soft laugh out of Ike, and Vox visibly marvelled at the crystal sound.
„Sorry, sorry,“ Vox apologised through his suppressed grin, „They’re impossible to tame.“
Softly shaking his head, Ike smiled and reached out to brush the hair aside.
„It’s fine, don’t worry,“ he reassured, half distracted.
His lip got caught between his teeth as he contemplated a thought that popped up when the silky black strands tangled between his fingers. While Vox‘s eyes lit up with soft relief, Ike wrestled his thoughts — first denied himself the action and then lost to the intrusive urge overcoming him when he suddenly gave the handful of hair a taut tug.
Lips still caught between his teeth, Ike watched gleefully how Vox‘s eyes widened and in the matter of seconds, Vox was putty in his hands. His bigger body melted into Ike’s as he relaxed and Ike could swear he felt an interested twitch of his dick on his belly.
Surprised at the strong reaction, Ike couldn’t help the court, thrilled laughter that slipped from his lips. Vox was prone against him, head in the crook of his neck and a wonderfully restraining weight on his body.
With the other’s neck practically served to him on a silver platter, Ike tilted his head and began to spread open mouthed kisses on the junction of neck and collarbone. The heavy body twitched and Vox let out a whimper so soft it made Ike‘s heart thump possessively.
Tightening the hand in Vox‘s hair, Ike continued his assault on the other‘s neck, leaving hickeys along his path and inhaling every sound Vox made like he was dizzyingly addicted.
Frankly, he had no idea what was happening, and this current situation was far from anything Ike had expected from this night, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world because he didn’t think his blood had been pumping this hard in months. The unexpected submission was getting to him in ways he hadn’t experienced before. He wanted to ravish Vox.
Baring his teeth in a fleeting warning, Ike bit down into the soft flesh of the other‘s neck and he groaned, overcome by a sudden wave of dominant instinct when a hitched moan escaped Vox. His slender hands clasped at Vox‘s torso and pulled him down right into his bucking hips, creating an addicting friction between their crotches.
Vox rutted against him in turn, chasing the feeling, and Ike pulled away from his neck to share a moan with him.
At this point, Ike was hard. Rock hard, painfully trapped between their bodies and begging for any sort of attention — and more than this artless humping could give him. What exactly that was, however, Ike wasn’t sure. The role-reversed foreplay had left him confused and full of conflicting want, and Ike could only bury his head in Vox‘s tousled hair in gentle despair.
„Do you top?“ he asked into the tangled mess, and it took a few humps for Vox to reply.
„Usually,“ he answered eventually, his voice strained and full of unfiltered want. „I can do either. Do you want me to top for you?“
Another rut — Ike‘s voice cracked as he gasped, and his hands tightened around Vox‘s body. Slowly, a thin layer of sweat was starting to coat the skin under his fingers and Ike felt equally hot beneath him.
„I don’t know,“ Ike replied truthfully, panting in pleasure yet far from fulfilled. „I want both,“ he whined, „You’re so cute.“
Silence followed Ike’s compliment, but Vox didn’t miss a beat and suddenly, his hot tongue licked a hungry stripe up Ike‘s throat. The novelist’s eyes closed instinctively as he offered more of his neck to the other and hummed with satisfaction.
„You’re so good to me,“ Ike muttered, his breath heavy from the steady humping. „I want to fuck you so badly.“
A lustful groan reverberated against his neck and then Vox shifted on top of him, his mouth trailing up to Ike‘s chin instead, and he peppered him with butterfly kisses until his red lips hovered over Ike’s. Their movements stilled and they shared a breath, captivated in each other‘s stares and yet burning to move on.
When Ike didn’t move from his spot, Vox leaned in and finally connected their lips in a sloppy but soft, open-mouthed kiss.
„I prepared myself just in case,“ Vox panted when he broke away, his voice low and raspy. He opened his legs, let them slip to either side of Ike‘s hips and slotted Ike‘s erection between his cheeks. „Fuck me if you want.“
And Ike moaned, wantonly and without shame because that was the most aroused he had been in maybe his entire life, and he couldn’t help his desperate thrusts upwards and along the cleft of Vox‘s ass.
„I don’t want you to get up,“ Ike whined, lost in the raw want filling him.
„I don’t have to,“ Vox chuckled into his mouth and flashed him a grin. For a moment, Ike processed the words, let them melt on his tongue, and then he regained a bit of clarity.
„No, I‘m not wearing a condom,“ he responded finally, already mourning the loss that his words would bring about, but he was adamant in his stance. „Can you let me get up for a moment? I have some in the front pocket of my bag.“
„No, don’t worry,“ Vox said and placed a soft peck on his nose, „I‘ll get one then. You stay put, beautiful.“
And with that, Vox was on his feet before Ike could really process his words. Fortunately, when he finally did, Vox was already rummaging through his bag and couldn’t see the carmine red flush that painted Ike‘s face up to his ears. Unfortunately, he returned before the blood flow could really regulate, and he saw everything anyways.
With an endeared chuckle, he mustered Ike‘s flustered blush as he straddled his thighs, condom in hand. Ike just looked away in embarrassment, trying to calm down and wondering when he‘d started to react so profoundly to pet names and endearments.
„Careful, sweetheart, I‘m putting it on now,“ Vox warned and stroked Ike‘s bare thigh in soothing motions.
Bracing himself, Ike nodded in response. He ignored — or at least tried to ignore — the new pet name, because that was definitely on purpose now, and gripped two handful of bedsheets when Vox carefully started to put the condom on. The lubricated rubber rolled down his length with Vox’s tormentingly light touch, and Ike took a deep, lightheaded breath when it was finally down at his base. Two comforting pats to his thigh told him that Vox had noticed.
„There we go. You’re so big,“ Vox praised, audibly intrigued, and oh , how did Ike even end up in this situation? Hadn’t Vox seemed like the most stoic top just a little earlier at the bar?
Light taps to his hips pulled him back to reality. Vox had sat up on his heels above him. „How do you want me?“ he asked expectantly. „Am I too heavy?“
Ike shook his head, halfway as a reply and halfway to get out of his thoughts. „No,“ he muttered, „get back here. I like it.“
And so Vox crawled back over him with a chuckle. Echoing his motions from just a few minutes past, he let his legs fall open and dropped his hips onto Ike‘s milky belly, his big hands supporting him on Ike‘s torso as he leaned forward.
Vox reached behind his back and closed his hand around Ike‘s painfully hard erection, guiding it between his cheeks and finally pressing the tip into his hole.
A shared moan escaped them and Ike‘s hands wandered from their anchor-spot in the sheets up to Vox‘s hands. He placed them on top of the other‘s spread fingers, and when Vox shuffled to get used to the stretch, he grabbed Ike‘s hands from above and placed them back down, pressing Ike‘s hands to his own chest. The motion got a strangled groan out of the novelist, and they both shared the silent agreement that, shit, that was hot.
Before Vox fully bottomed out and let go to lean forward, he gave Ike‘s chest a firm squeeze through the other’s own hands, earning a sharp gasp in return. Ike was a wonderfully blushing mess when Vox pulled his hands away and crawled forward to return to his comfortable position from earlier.
„You idiot,“ Ike muttered into his shoulder, barely audible, and his hands came to rest on Vox‘s back again. He was panting, struggling to get used to Vox‘s tight heat, and whenever the other moved a tiny bit, Ike whined quietly and held Vox a little tighter.
„You’re cuddly, aren’t you?“ Vox prodded teasingly when this had gone on for a little while, but his smugness left him in an instant when Ike clawed his nails into his shoulder blades in response.
„Mh-” Vox winced, biting his lip.
Now it was Ike‘s turn to look smug, but he quickly softened his expression when the pleasure caught up to him. With grabby hands, he pulled Vox impossibly closer and buried his face in his neck. „I might be. Sometimes. You don’t mind that, do you?“
A soft chuckle came from the tousled head next to his. „Not at all,“ Vox said and placed a quick peck on Ike‘s cheek. „It‘s cute.“
His hips rolled in languid, comfortably lazy motions now and the soft pace, while torturing in long term, was rewarding as it was for the moment.
„To be honest, I still haven’t figured you out and your attitude switches are confusing, but I would lie if I said they don’t turn me on to hell and back,“ Vox admitted. „Makes me want more of you.“
And before Ike could process that confession, Vox sat up and started to pick up a faster, almost overwhelming pace. Ike could only close his eyes and grab the squishy fat of Vox‘s tensing thighs as he moaned with hitched voice.
„Oh fuck, yes, more,“ Ike begged despite the overwhelming pleasure and Vox complied, riding him with equally desperate need. Ike could vaguely feel him change the angle and he loosened his iron grip on Vox‘s thighs to let him aim for his own pleasure, and it didn’t take long until he hit the first lucky strike. A euphoric moan was punched out of Vox‘s throat and when he tightened on Ike in pleasure, Ike threw an arm across his forehead.
„God, you feel so good,“ he whined and Vox preened visibly at the compliment, practically glowing under the attention he was given. It was alluring, especially coming from a big and dominant looking man like him, and Ike couldn’t suppress the urge to want him close again.
He hooked his arms under Vox‘s and pulled him down onto his dick by his shoulders in needy, wanton thrusts. His feet were slipping in the sheets when he angled his legs, but when Ike finally found a good position, he met Vox halfway and fucked up into him with newfound energy.
Vox let himself be manhandled until his whorish moans turned into low, almost animalistic growls and he began to chase their pleasure with hard rocks back into Ike’s dick. Teeth scraped at Ike‘s neck, not far from his main artery, and when they sank into the flesh below, so did his.
What had started as desperately euphoric lovemaking, had turned into nails and teeth, rooted into each other‘s shoulders, their pace hard and fast. Between the sounds of slapping and Vox‘s growls, Ike‘s voice had risen in pitch until he was desperately whining against the flesh of Vox‘s neck. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he was steadily nearing his limit. His fingernails were carving into Vox‘s back and Ike would’ve felt awfully sorry if he didn’t feel how deliciously Vox tightened around him when he did, or how his growls and huffs broke into pornographic moans for a split second every time.
Vox loved this, and so Ike loved it too. The only problem was that that brought him drastically closer to the edge every time. And so the next time it happened, the heat in Ike‘s stomach got nearly unbearable and he tore away from Vox‘s neck to plead mindless begs for more.
„Please, please, Vox, I‘m gonna come, I‘m so close,“ Ike moaned desperately and his back arched further into Vox‘s chest with every time Vox‘s hips met his. He couldn’t hold it, if Vox was to deny him release now Ike wasn’t sure if he could hold it in, and so he twisted in delirium unknowing why he was even asking for permission. It just felt right, he wanted to please Vox, wanted him to come as well, he wanted- he wanted—
„Come. Come inside of me,“ Vox muttered into his ear, and Ike was gone.
Vicious nails clawed into Vox‘s back as Ike surrendered to his high, and he rolled his eyes into his head with gritted teeth as he pumped load after load of cum into the condom.
Riding him through his orgasm, Vox reached for his dick to stroke himself to completion and it barely took another second until he, too, was coming and tightening up impossibly, milking Ike of his last few drops of cum.
Frozen in euphoric relief, they both took a moment until they crashed from their high, panting heavily in tandem. And then, struck by exhaustion, Vox let himself sink back down onto Ike‘s chest and practically melted into him. Ike let him, eventually bringing his arms up to embrace his heavy body, and they stayed like this for a long moment — until long after their breathing had finally calmed to a soft rise and fall of their touching chests.
And in his post-orgasm-high, Ike could only think about how he would absolutely keep Vox‘s number to himself.