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Away from the prying eyes of the cameras, the audience and the contestants, there was a gift waiting to be unwrapped. Black silk, asymmetrical hemline, chiffon train, off the shoulder, seductive, elusive, one of those items of clothing which would be worn with pride for no one,but the wearer themself. Oh the glamour and galore it produced, everyone was gasping when its wearer strutted down the halls, transforming every den into a cathedral of splendour and decadence. Seven rows of pearls unified to support one diamond framed sapphire brooch, like the kingsguard protecting the kingdom's most beloved uncrowned queen. Long legs cladded in black translucent tights, heels sharp up to the nines, ready to kick or dance to kingdom come. The embodiment of a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare, crisis and envy, the final kick to awaken desires brushed away for too long. Oblivion drowned by desire, care abandoned and overruled by lust. As the stars chase the sun, pearls are cast astray, master by title, king of the night unwrapped his gift, knowing it would please him right.
Greg should have given Alex the stage to wear the dress and heels throughout the whole evening, should have paraded him around in it in the pub where they were celebrating with some mates after the recording had ended, to shove him into a taxi and the peel of every layer of that stunning outfit with the finesse it deserved but alas he was not a patient man.
And every second he saw Alex in the dress was a test on how long he could hide his more and more obviously growing arousal, which if you're wearing tight black suit trousers will soon have you wishing for a snowball down your neck.
Waiting to be demiked had him pray to the patreon saint of lost causes, the way Alex was bending over before him, made it almost impossible to stand still and focus on what was said. Uttered promises, odd agreements, shunned arrangements, the world had to wait as the heat in his stomach had produced smoke clouding all other commands urging him to act soon, or wardrobe will throw a fit over clothes being ruined, more than they will over the dress which Alex had in the prelude already booked for himself to keep.
Alex was confident in those heels, nevertheless stumbled in them as Greg dragged him into his dressing room,slamming and locking the door behind them. They were engaged in a fast paced binary rhyme of kisses and touches one could compare to a passionate Pasodoble worthy of 10 points from even the most coldblooded critic. A snog against the wall, teeth against a neck which was far from a swan, yet decked with pearls galore till the choker was unceremoniously ripped away by hands made for great cruelty and gentle embraces alike. Alex lips escaped a depraved gasp when he was lifted up to the table, head dropping to the side in anticipation of another onslaught of kisses, marking him as Greg's possession, as he began to hitch up his skirt.
"No..no.. I get to unwrap you… Hands to the side till I tell you otherwise." Greg commanded, tongue heavy with lust, yet still not tired of his authority. Master of his own right, while in these holy halls of glistering silver screen, armour tailored of black cotton finery, he could command his desire here at will.
"Ofc…" Alex did as told, which Greg rewarded with more kisses while he took it upon himself to take as much time to part his legs, hands which were familiar with his skin like a sculptor working his craft, moved to reveal more and more of his tights cladded long legs. At the edge of sanity, all patience had been devoted to preserving and honouring the black silk dress till it was pooling around Alex middriff, Greg decided the M&S tights did not deserve such a treatment, ripping them apart at the crotch.
"Oh wicked little thing… not wearing any underwear in this outfit."
"Always prepared… Always ready for you…"
"So you are clever little minx." Greg let his hand wands in adoration over Alex's backside, noticing the toy he had inserted to prep himself. Oh he really was ready for him.
Greg nevertheless treated himself to applying some lubrication, the fancy type which promised a tantalising effect with a long lasting tingling effect, perfect to keep that mesmerising electric feeling between them going for as long as possible.
Alex bit his hand in order not to raise his voice immediately when Greg replaced the toy with his first thrust. Oh the air was filled with cannons and fireworks within the first gasps of their lovemaking. Crossing his leg behind Greg's back, Alex truly fulfilled his true calling, acting like a champagne filled starlet with ambition, while being still in full control of the situation.
"You drive me insane…. looking so good in a dress…" Greg panted, the heat between them was almost unbearable, feeling the lines blur between where he began and Alex ended with every thrust, while Alex took it, encouraging Greg to go faster with an almost impatient plea. Selfish prayer resolved with carnal absolution, tainting black silk with pearls carrying the ocean over Cardiff bay in its tragic sapidity, to be spilled on such finery.
Alex let himself faint into Greg's embrace, let himself be sheltered like a selkie returning to the arms of the ocean after years of being landlocked, thrusts like waves gently carrying him on waves of pleasure to oblivion.
"Oh… my beautiful boy…." enraptured by this blissed state of his assistant, overcome most ardently with adoration, Greg spared a breath to admire the scene captured in his arms. Drank in the almost mythical atmosphere before his vision was blurred in a cascading mist of lust and liberation,as he came with the intensity of a snowstorm over Yr Wyddfa.
Catching their breaths, they began laughing, shuffling to clean themselves and fix their clothes. Compassionately Greg threw Alex one of his sweaters to cover up the crimson marks of a fierce battle line which had been fought from one shoulder blade across his collarbone to his neck.
"Thank you…. now get changed and let's have a proper night out… I want to beat your pretty arse at darts." Greg ushered Alex towards the door with a kiss and a slap to the rear, which made Alex jump with his usual giddy.
"I would like to see you try."
"Oh you will… and Alex…"
"Yes Greg?"
"Good job." Greg pulled him in for a kiss before he let him leave.