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Off didn’t bother looking back as he barged through the crowd of people lining up in front of the strip club, the bouncer stepping aside to let him in upon recognition. As a regular, he never once thought about using it as a privilege to constantly jump the line as so many others do, and yet today might be an exception.
Earlier, his company had bagged a huge offer — one that could have saved them from the fate of ruination, a prospect to a new beginning. A document like that should have been kept in a safe box far away from prying hands. Somehow, it went misplaced in the hands of Off himself. The looks of hope dripping from the faces of his employees made his chest tighten. And all he did was run out of the office with only a weak, “I’ll figure it out,” leaving his lips.
He was supposed to use the night ‘figuring it out’, but his feet had dragged him to a place further away instead, somewhere familiar at least. Some might call him cowardly for pulling such an act, but Off didn’t care. He needed release.
Pushing past a few sweaty people, Off spotted that his favourite corner spot remained deserted. He didn’t know if the employees knew that he was arriving or that it was pure chance but it was a relief either way. He flopped down hard onto the pillowy seat and immediately ordered a whiskey as soon as he saw a waiter pass by.
Off leaned his head back against the seat, posture loosening as he let the intimate aroma wash over him. There were already a few male strippers in front dancing along to the strong beats of the music, twirling themselves expertly around the pole on stage as men and women alike cheered and threw stacks of cash onto the platform.
The dancers were cute, but not exactly his type. Off could certainly appreciate great buffy dudes with the light glimmering onto their well-defined muscles as they do countless bodyrolls. No, Off prefers his men with more delicate features, ones with smooth legs and waists slim enough for him to get a firm grip with both his hands.
Unfortunately for him, they appear rather only on occasion as most people in this club seemed to favour the former option. Just as the waiter came back with his drink, a round of shouts filled the air as the dancers took their final bow and sashayed away from stage, leaving the staff below to swipe wads of cash into bags to hand it to them later.
Off moved to grab his whiskey and took a quiet sip. The lights suddenly flickered dim and the crowd got the cue as the noises started to settle down, anticipation building for the next performer.
It was a few minutes before soft sensual music began to play from the speakers, and a spotlight flashed itself onto the center to reveal two white feathered fans held in front of a person, obscuring their face from the audience.
As the music picked up, the dancer started to move their hips, swinging it side to side in slow, languid movements. Off stared shamelessly as a long leg stretched forward, the black sparkly tights hugging the skin just right. He watched as their foot did circles on the ground before it glided up against the length of their other leg and tucked into a nice ninety-degree angle, giving the crowd a glimpse of their plump ass that peeked through the tiniest, skimpiest shorts known to mankind.
Alas after a few more teasing, the handheld fans that hid their face finally pulled apart. The whiskey in Off’s hand halted on his lips, as he was met with a face so angelic it was sent from heaven itself. The man on stage had gentle feminine features, with the immediate spotlight accentuating his shimmering cheeks — dusted in pretty glitter.
The man continued to sway with confidence, each movement light and flowy. It was the complete opposite from the performance before, where they thrusted and spun to loud booming beats. Instead, the tempo for this song was dreamy, almost sultry feeling as the man fanned himself with the feathered thing, a tiny smile forming as the crowd cheered on encouragingly.
Another surprising thing was that unlike the previous dancers, he wasn’t shirtless. What he had on though, had Off’s heart thumping more than any topless man ever could.
The article he wore was something akin to three different tight strapped tops sewn into one. The majority of it was just plain black. The innermost piece however, appeared to be a lacey white one with a dainty bow that sat right in the middle, followed by a leopard print piece that brought a sense of risquéness to it. A perfect contrast with the display of the man right now, his movements graceful and airy, yet confident and captivating all the same.
And as he danced, a few of the strands fell elegantly onto the side of his shoulders, stopping just by his arms. Considering the amount of shirtless men on stage earlier, it would just be foolish for Off to call out the indecency of it. Though something about the sight still looked extremely scandalous, yet oh so sexy.
The smaller man's slightly tan skin shone with the light, and Off suspected that the glitter was not only coating his face, but his entire body too. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would taste like under his tongue. Tasteless? Sweet perhaps? Would his skin under those tights be glazed with glitter too?
Off dug his fingers into the meat of the couch, shaking his head to get rid of the improper thoughts. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in. And when he opened them back, the ethereal man on the stage stared right back at him.
He thought it would last for only a couple of seconds, but Off was proven wrong when no matter how many times the petite man twirled, his gaze would land right back onto Off. It felt almost private. As if the people down below did not matter no more.
Off didn’t know how much time had passed as the music continued to play on. The man probably wasn’t a pole dancer as he only circled around it every now and then, before leaning his back against it and sliding down the cold metal and sitting right onto the stage surface.
The ending pose was even made sexier as the man tilted his head back, baring his neck upwards while another lacey strand grazed down his shoulder as he panted for breath. It was like a scene straight out of Off’s most desired dreams that he kept locked far away in his mind.
He didn’t have time to follow the crowds’ blaring applauses, too engulfed in trying to level his breathing as he watched the man’s figure disappear under the fading stage lights. Off shifted in his seat, and groaned silently when the material of his suit pants grazed his half-hard cock. His face bloomed a crimson red, a mixture of arousal and shame prickled through his body.
No one noticed thankfully, as the club was naturally dusky in lighting. In an instant, Off shot up from his place and rushed towards the restrooms hidden in the back, nearly knocking someone over at the entrance. He paid no mind to it and immediately reached for a sink, opened the tab and splashed cold icy water onto his face.
It only helped calm him down a tad bit, seeing as it didn’t do much for the strain in his pants. “Fuck.” Off lifted his head up to stare at the mucky mirror before him, his cheeks beat red from the onslaught of splashing. A few wet strands of hair dangled on his forehead, with droplets of water escaping as they dripped back onto the sink with a plop. He looked a mess.
A creak from the rusty restroom door being pushed open made Off turn. His breathing stopped as the alluring dancer from before stepped in, his long legs crossing in front of each other as he walked towards the sink. Off watched as he took out a tube of lipgloss and started applying it to his full pink lips, one that went unnoticed by Off when he was performing. His presence alone was enough to send Off into shock as he stood there dumbly, and just stared like a creep.
His outfit was still the same one he wore on stage, except the strands that had previously fallen were perched back up onto his thin delicate looking shoulders. His entire being appeared provocative nonetheless, and Off was having trouble trying to come up with a conversation starter.
Before he could open his mouth and utter something stupid, the man closed the tube back and spun to face Off. It didn’t seem like he was bothered at all with being ogled at, as if the act fueled him with a sense of giddyness somehow. Seeing as he was a performer, Off guessed it made sense.
What didn’t make sense however, was the way he was currently getting gawked at at the moment. The man’s eyes were piercing, his gaze dragging up and down him shamelessly, and when he ultimately stopped at Off’s face, he merely arched a brow. “Yes?” His voice was smooth and velvety, and Off blinked a few times before spluttering out a reply.
“I-I, umm,” Off gulped harshly, throat getting dry as he cursed inwardly. “You were great! The performance, I mean. I loved it, everyone did. Or at least they should cause it was-”
Off paused his rambling when the man just gave a small chuckle, but it wasn’t to mock, instead his posture was relaxed, confident as he pushed himself off the edge of the sink where he had leaned, and moved closer towards Off with a small step.
Off was about to note their lack of height difference as he was able to stare directly into the man’s eyes without any effort of tilting his head. Upon looking down, a pair of platform heels adorned with silver diamonds were displayed, the length of it reached just to the man’s calves as the sparkly thing covered every inch of his legs below that. It suited him, and Off had to bite down on his lips to stop himself from letting out a surprised moan.
“You’re cute, you know.” A long finger dragged along the line of Off’s jaw before the hand tightened around his chin as the man moved him around however he pleased. “I noticed, you sitting by your lonesome self at the corner, trying to appear invisible.” Off could hear his own heartbeat in his ear, loud and fast. “It’s adorable the way you tried to act unaffected.”
Another rush of shame washed over him, it seemed to be an innate reaction whenever he was around him, no matter how much of a stranger he might be. Off’s mind tried to conjure up something to say, and all he could come up with was, “Do you want to go out to dinner with me?” Stupid. This man must have cursed him dumb upon locking eyes or something for Off to act so incredibly tongue-tied. He didn’t dare focus on his intense gaze, instead Off focused on the dusty shimmering eyeshadow painted on the man’s eyelids and the spectacular arch of his dark eyeliner.
“Hmm,” the hand from his jaw started travelling down Off’s neck and down his sternum, “Dinner.” He echoed, considering his options. Even though they were equally as tall, the man still managed to look at Off through his long eyelashes. “Is that really all you want?”
Off’s eyes widened slightly, before he composed himself. If the man was offering, he might as well take the chance and shoot his shot. “Well,” Off’s hands, hanging uselessly on his sides, finally raised to rest them hesitantly on the side of the man’s hips. “What else do you suggest we do?”
There was an unmistakable glint in the man’s eyes as the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk, with fingers wrapped around Off’s tie, he tugged at it and led them into one of the empty stalls. The door slammed behind them with a bang, and Off was soon after pushed to lean his back against the grimy surface.
In here, the strong scent of chemical lemon deodorizer filled the air to cover up the musky stale atmosphere. The lighting was also way worse compared to the washing area, but before Off could get his bearings, a pair of glossy lips smashed right onto his. He didn’t waste any second to kiss back just as furiously, the sweet taste of cherry bursting onto his tongue. Their hands showed no hesitation as they groped and touched anywhere that they could reach.
Off shuddered when a knee wedged itself between his legs, his hands on the man’s hips stiffened as his softening cock began to stir up in excitement again. He swallowed down a moan with a bite on the man’s lower lip when the knee moved and rubbed in a continuous motion. Off’s mind was going haywire, the man’s impressively skilled mouth kissed in a way that Off could do nothing but follow mindlessly. Even when he pulled away, Off leaned forward to chase it back pathetically, releasing a soft grunt when he was met with a finger to his lips instead.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Off attempted to answer by opening his mouth when the finger shoved its way past his lips, stopping him from doing so. The salty digit left just as quickly to crawl down the length of his neck, his own saliva leaving a cold trail against his flushed skin.
“Off,” he muttered, breath hitching as the pressure on his hard cock built. A lovely smile bloomed onto the man’s face — innocent, and pretty. Off couldn’t believe how sharply it contradicts the way the man was making him feel right now.
“That’s cute.” The man whispered. At this point, Off could care less about looking desperate as he guided the man’s hips forward to press them against his, as the rising pleasure continued to draw quiet moans out of him. “It’s a nice suit you got there,” he stated, resting his palms on Off’s chest, “What kind of work do you do?”
“Finance.” Off rasped out, his voice ragged and unsteady compared to the smaller man. He wasn’t in the mood for work-talk however and so he quickly blurted, “And you? What’s your name?” He felt the man going rigid in his arms, and Off could only wait in return.
A beat of silence and then the man raised to his tiptoes, “Gun.” He whispered like a secret, Off supposed it was one taking into consideration his job and his current position for being at work. But before Off could further with his questions, Gun continued, “I don’t want to hear you calling me that though. For now, ‘Baby’ will do.”
Baby. Off could work with that.
He only nodded back in response and was soon guided back towards Gun’s mouth, a little gentler than before as Off took his time tracing the plump of Gun’s upper lip. Rubbing off the cherry-flavoured lipgloss and replacing it with his own saliva.
Off’s hands kept pulling Gun closer and closer, his arms winding around his slim waist like a belt he owned. And just the slithering thought of being owned by Gun had Off’s knees go slightly weak.
Detaching himself from Off, Gun moved lower and lower until both his knees knocked loudly against the restroom floor, his clunky heels propped right behind him. Off’s breath grew rapid at the sight, he watched as Gun unzipped his pants in quick motion before pulling them aside to reach deeper. He didn’t even have the time to react when Gun boldly pushed his underwear down, his leaking hard cock almost hitting Gun in the face as it finally escaped its constraints.
“Fuck,” Off gasped when Gun pulled the foreskin back and gave tiny kitten licks to the exposed head, a few drops of precum decorating the pink of his tongue. Opening his mouth wider, Gun took Off almost all the way in without any struggle, and Off was left completely at his mercy.
His knees gave an abrupt jerk as his cock was engulfed in wet, hot heat. Gun bobbed his head noisily, his reddened lips were slicked with saliva that continued to drizzle down from the side of his mouth. Off tried to keep from bucking his hips forward, instead he placed a gentle hand at the back of Gun’s head and encouraged him to go faster.
Waves of pleasure fogged up his mind as Gun swirled his tongue around the length of his cock and took him deeper, and Off could only toss his head back against the door in reaction. He didn’t know if there were others in the stalls next to them, his heart pumped and rang too loudly in his ears for him to pick up any other sound.
Off gave another shaky moan when Gun hollowed his cheeks and made direct eye contact with him, a flicker of light shone right onto the pleased look on his face from watching just how affected Off was. “Shit, baby, I-,” he stuttered, hips now thrusting forward in need of release.
An unexpected vibration thrummed in his pocket, and Off’s blood ran cold. Gun just looked at him curiously from below, and proceeded to make a show of sucking the tip of Off’s cock as if it didn’t bother him at all. Head still reeling with pleasure, Off cursed and frantically took his phone out from inside his pocket, the caller ID read as the company’s president.
“Hey, man,” the voice filtered through the phone upon picking up, “Look, I just wanted to tell you, we found it. The document. God, it was such a sigh of relief for everyone.”
Off shut his eyes closed, and tried to even out his breathing. “T-that’s good, …great!” Gun decided to speed up right in that moment, moving his head even faster, and all Off could do was dig his nails into Gun’s scalp to avoid toppling over.
“...You okay? You don’t sound too happy.” Off bit his lip to suppress a high moan from escaping as Gun pulled his cock out of his mouth and started stroking it with both his hands instead. His face looked incredibly fucked out, swollen lips coated wet with a red flush in his cheeks to match. “Don’t blame yourself too much, man, we all slip up sometimes, and-”
“I get it!” Off replied back a little too loudly, “I-I’m okay, promise.” He let out a soft gasp when Gun obscenely darted his tongue out and guided his cock directly at it, as if prompting him to come right on his pretty face. “Oh, fuck.” Off mouthed silently, he knew by then that he wasn’t going to last for long.
“If you say so…, I’ll see you on Monda-”
Off hung up, he couldn’t even care to listen to the last of it as he shoved his cock into the tightness of Gun’s hands. “Baby,” he choked out, “I’m close.” The familiar heat pooled in his lower abdomen, building and building before he came with a strangled noise. Hot streaks of cum landed onto Gun’s awaiting tongue and he held on until the final drop to swallow it all in one go.
Off’s thighs quavered, still riding his high as he leaned his entire weight up against the door, panting tiredly. That was by far the riskiest yet most exciting thing he’d ever done. He’s still slightly out of it when the sound of heels tapping the floor made him perk up.
Gun was once again at face level with him as he casually wiped away any remnants of liquid from his lips. “That was fun.” He said with a smile, almost way too innocent for the things he just did.
Off finally came around and reached out for Gun, “Oh, let me-,” he offered, but a hand stopped him when he attempted to aim for Gun’s crotch.
“Don’t worry about me.” Off was left a little dumbfounded and could only watch as Gun brushed down his knees to free it from dirt. A lacey strand from his shirt fell in the process and Off was quick to redress it back for him. The shy blush dusted across Gun’s cheeks as he muttered a small, “Thank you” didn’t go unnoticed by Off. As fleeting as it may be, the moment somehow felt more intimate and electrifying than the blowjob he had just received. Maybe he was still too hazy that every touch felt heightened.
Gun’s voice broke him out of his trance, “Right, I probably should get going then.” Using Off’s state of unclothed to his advantage, Gun slipped past him and out the restroom door he went. Off blinked, he hastily tucked in cock back into his pants and followed him out.
Outside, the music that was once muffled grew clear, and luckily for him there were only a few people in the dark hallway that he needed to dodge in order to reach for Gun. “Wait!” Off knew he couldn’t call out for his name, not when there were others around, so all he did was speed up his steps and finally grasped him around the wrist. Off swiftly dragged them both into a random room that was pleasantly empty.
“What are you doing?” Gun’s voice wasn’t terrified, though he didn’t sound particularly overjoyed either, just mildly alarmed yet curious. Curious to see what exactly Off was going to do.
He looked around and noticed that they had entered one of those private rooms, with leathered couches decked out across one side of the wall, while directly opposite them stood a mini stage with a singular metal pole. It wasn’t the darkest of rooms, though it wasn’t too bright to extinguish the mysterious seductiveness it aimed to portray.
Turning back towards Gun, Off stepped closer until the smaller man had to tilt his head up in order to meet his eyes. “Would it be okay for me to book a private room with you?” Off watched as Gun’s breath hitched as his words. “You can pretend to spin around a few if you like,” he said, head tipping to the side to gesture at the gleaming pole. “Just feel like it wouldn’t be fair, …if I didn’t return the offer.” Off’s voice was low and clear, though his heart still threatened to beat out of his chest as he waited.
Gun looked past Off’s shoulder, huffed out a breath and said, “You just had to choose a room with a pole, didn’t you?” Grabbing Off by the neck, he pulled him in for another kiss, it was clear that the previous times wasn’t enough to satisfy them both. Off remembered the way he avoided the pole on stage earlier, and wondered if that’s what Gun meant by his exasperated tone.
“I bet there are other dances that you could do.” He muttered against Gun’s lips before seizing him by the thighs and hoisting him up. Gun released a sharp yelp when he was carried until the back of Off’s knees hit one of the couches and proceeded to land right onto it, with Gun sitting pretty on his lap. “Show me, baby.” He pleaded.
Gun’s eyes darkened, and he started to swivel his hips in a circular motion, all the while holding eye contact with Off. In the moment, Off felt small under Gun’s towering gaze, he was entranced, hypnotized to worship the marks Gun left on every surface. And Off was exactly where he wanted to be. He raised his hands to graze upon the side of Gun’s thighs, the smooth material of the tights felt tingly against his fingertips.
Gun took the initiative and dragged Off’s hands higher until they were placed on his waist, and Off didn’t waste a second to grip them firmly. Gun’s movements didn’t stop until his plump ass sat right on top of his crotch, his growing erection twitching at the attention.
“Mhm,” Off groaned into Gun’s shoulder, he was now rubbing his hands all over Gun’s chest, tweaking slightly at his nipples and drinking up every whine and whimper that spilled out of him. It was only then did he notice the tiny designs that seemed to decorate a few areas on Gun’s arm. “I didn’t realize that you had tattoos.”
“You like it?” His voice vibrated on Off’s lips when he kissed along the side of Gun’s shoulder blades. Off couldn’t prolong it anymore and flipped them until Gun was spread out across the couch with him right in between his legs.
Below him, Gun’s soft hair fanned out delicately, the strands of his shirt once again disheveled and his lips kissed bruised. All because of him. “You look so fucking good like this,” he ignored Gun’s question and instead asked him one of his own, “How many do you have?”
Gun just smirked, before pulling him down by the neck until they were inches away, “Why don’t you count them yourself?” Off heart jumped at that and he leaned in to kiss him again, sucking and swirling their tongues together until they were both dizzy from the lack of air. Off moved lower, dragging his mouth to Gun’s collarbone and chose to trail down his right arm first.
There, he found a pretty pink flower and another that was shaped like two blue and purple sparkles. He gave both of those a gentle kiss before moving on to his other arm where he discovered two more that were in tune with the rest. Small, cute, and colourful. He didn’t miss the soft sighs Gun released with each planted kiss either.
Off prayed that they were none that adorned his legs, as his impatience was rapidly building. So instead, he rolled Gun over and hovered on top of him, covering him completely with his own larger body. “Any on your lower half?” He whispered in Gun’s ear. Gun shook his head, and moaned lightly as he grinded his own hips against the couch, evidently just as worked up.
From this angle, Off could see two more that he had missed on Gun’s arms from the front and he bent down to kiss them just the same. There was another twin sparkly tattoo that peeked right out from the back of his shirt, a new spot yet equally as pretty. He caressed it for a bit and began to move lower, mouthing the length of Gun’s vertebrae through the fabric of his shirt.
“Baby, do you mind lifting for me?” He asked when he finally reached Gun’s criminally tiny shorts. Gun did as he was told, and Off tore them down alongside with his tights until they pool just below his mid-thighs. “Fuck,” he cursed as he grabbed both of Gun’s round ass in each of his hands and dug his nails into them, intending to leave marks for days.
Off didn’t even wait to remove his pants before he shifted his hips forward to rub his straining cock between the meat of Gun’s ass. They both moaned at the friction, Gun wiggling his ass back to signal him to get on with it.
By doing so, the hem of his shirt repositioned just slightly enough for Off to make out a sliver of words embellished on Gun’s lower back. He lifted the material from view, and under it had a dainty swoop of cursive with the word ‘Baby’ written on it.
Off couldn’t contain a moan from escaping. Gun was going to be the death of him.
He traced a finger along the words, and watched as Gun squirmed from the ticklish feeling. “You’re so incredibly sexy.” Off bent down until he was near enough to dart his tongue out and lapped along the letters, he sucked and kissed and watched as the surrounding surface turned red.
Off promptly shoved three of his own fingers into his mouth to wet them before pulling them out and circled them around Gun’s rim. And unlike last time, Gun was now the one trembling under Off’s hands. “Ahh,” Gun twitched when Off inserted one finger into his tight heat, while he continued to lick obsessively along the tattoo.
The sweet moans from Gun all went directly into his cock, and he wanted nothing more than to quicken up the process. “Can you take more, baby?” He groaned softly, given what he’d just seen, the name just sounded even better on his tongue.
“Yes,” Gun choked out and nodded eagerly, back arching to further lift his ass in the air. Off raised his unoccupied hand to coat his palm with saliva before reaching forward to give Gun’s untouched cock a few pumps, as he pressed a second finger in at the same time. Gun keened loudly, not knowing which direction of pleasure he should chase as he dug his fingernails into the surface of the couch.
“You’re so tight, baby. Can’t wait to fuck you with my cock.” He took out his fingers to cover them with more saliva and thrust three back into Gun’s hole at once. Off crooked his fingers and hit the spot that had Gun jerking up violently. “Does it feel good?” He asked, while continuously rubbing the spot over and over again just to watch Gun tremble.
Gun’s noises of pleasure were muffled through his own arm, and if they weren’t still at a semi-public place, Off would have demanded to hear them. Off watched in satisfaction as each slide of his fingers had Gun letting out lovely gasps and high whines, his thighs shaking uncontrollably in between Off’s own. “Please, I can’t-,” Gun panted desperately, “Need you.”
Off placed a final kiss on the tattoo before removing his hands from Gun to unzip his pants, “I’ve got you,” he quickly spat on his palm and stroked his own hard cock, tossing his head back slightly at the pressure. “We don’t have condoms, do we?” He asked, looking around.
Gun groaned, “No, I don’t care, just fuck me.” Off hesitates a little, “I wanna feel you, please.” And the thought and riskiness of fucking Gun raw had his cock giving an irrational twitch as he threw all caution out the window.
Off moved forward to attach himself onto Gun’s back, one hand on the side of his head while the other lined himself up on Gun’s hole. “Ready?” At Gun’s nod, he steadily pushed himself inside.
Biting his lip, he tried to not outright moan into Gun’s ear. The previous blowjob was nothing compared to this. Gun was still tight even after all that prepping, his hot hole sucking him in deeper, taking quite a while until he fully bottomed out. Off waited for a few, then started to pull out all the way to thrust back in, and somehow went even deeper.
“Fuck,” Gun gasped, “More, faster,” he commanded and Off obeyed like a well-trained dog. He started picking up his pace, slamming into Gun hard until his entire body jolted forward every time their hips were flushed together. The sounds their skin made were lewd and salacious as they bounced through the walls, an odd harmony of noises derived from pleasure in the once tuneless room.
Off continued to snap his hips, raising his hips and looking for the spot that would turn Gun into a babbling mess. Gun’s body under him tensed up when he found it, a loud moan echoed across the room just when Off spotted a few shadowy footsteps passing by from underneath the door gaps. “Shh, baby. We don’t want people walking in on us, do we?” Off’s hips didn’t stop his relentless motion however, as he abused Gun’s prostate with his cock, making him go slightly cross-eyed at the intense pleasure.
Ignoring the awkward angle, Off grabbed Gun by the jaw to clash their lips together, muffling his sounds with his own mouth. He traced his lips down to the side of his cheek and back over to the twinkling stars tattoo on Gun’s back and gave it a sharp bite. “Oh-,” Gun cried out shakily, hips dropping lower and lower involuntary as the buzzing feeling of his orgasm overwhelmed him. That wouldn't do.
Off pushed himself back upright, placing both his hands on Gun’s hips to pull them higher. The change of angle somehow managed to feel even better as Off was able to drive his cock directly onto Gun’s prostate with every buck of his hips. “Shit, baby, you feel so so good around me.”
“I’m almost-, close,” Gun grabbed one of his large hands to put them back on his leaking cock, “Touch me.” He repeated like a mantra and Off did just that, he stroked and pumped his hips as fast as he could. Opting to prioritize Gun’s pleasure at the moment more than his own. Gun writhed under him, and with a few more quick thrusts, he shook and came all over the leather couch beneath him, painting the black surface milky white.
Gun buried a loud whimper with a bite on his own arm, as he continued to shudder until the very last drop of cum spilled out. Off wasn’t able to bite back a moan this time with the way Gun’s hole tightened around the length of his cock, as waves of pleasure swarmed in his head.
Off fucked right back into him in an quickened pace, his grip on Gun’s hips hardened as he felt his second orgasm for the night approach. He stared right down at the point where they connected and couldn’t help but moan breathily at the sight. Off’s gaze moved a little higher, landing on the ‘Baby’ tattoo that looked right back at him.
With both his hands held firmly on Gun’s hips, he stretched his thumbs until they both reached just around the reddened edges of the words, encasing them. That was the last thing he needed before the pleasure washed over him as he came right into Gun’s hot heat. A string of “Baby,” releasing from his lips as his vision goes black a little from the high.
His body went limp as he drooped himself over Gun, too tired to pull out as they both just inhaled quietly, surrounded by the heavy air that reeked of sex. “Heavy,” Gun whined, his voice sounded soft enough that Off immediately jumped to get up, not sure if he had crushed him too hard.
Pulling out slowly, Off grabbed a few pieces of tissue from the small tables and attempted to wipe both them and the couches spotless. Once he was done, he threw the waste into a nearby disposal and quickly dressed himself as best as he could, before reaching to help Gun pull his tight tights and shorts back up, too.
“Here,” Off shucked off his work jacket and placed it on top of Gun’s nearly naked shoulders. He wrapped his arms around Gun’s waist to lift him up and set him onto his lap, “How are you feeling?” He asked, eyes blown wide as he stared up at the sweet being perched above him.
Gun only gave a nod of assurance, as he raked his dainty fingers into Off’s hair, “Never thought I’d be that desperate before,” Gun giggled, “You nearly got me fired.” He fussed, pulling at Off’s chin playfully and drawing their faces closer.
Off hummed, “So what about the dinner you promised?”
Gun just rolled his eyes, “I don’t remember promising you anything.”
“Come on, baby,” Off whispered, purposefully using that nickname, “We can have a little roadside snack before we go back to mine for another round.”
Gun’s eyes grew large as he pushed himself off his lap, “You’re crazy.” Without even having to look at his face, Off could tell that he was flustered. And all he did was stood up and trailed right behind him, a smirk dangling from his lips with a hand hovering Gun’s lower back.