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Let it be said on the record, that when you first started talking to xyx, you had him completely, and totally pegged as a bottom. It was simply the mannerisms that you read through the screen that divided both of you; lowercase texting? Check. False bravado? Absolutely check. Has a fucking Jail role on discord??? Check.
But then when he invited you to the oh-so-special intro call, well, that assumption lost a bit of its credibility, because come ON, the guys got snakebites and is actually as hot as he says he is? Now that’s just fucking cruel.
So yeah, for a while there you switched gears. After all, for all the tremendous work his braggadocio did, he wasn’t really exaggerating much at all. The guy is a catch, with startlingly green eyes and a dark, rich voice that oozes sex appeal; yeah, you found him a little attractive.
So maybe you played up your submissive side. Getting him flustered was a challenge at first; the man practically only spoke in innuendo. And it’s not to say that your reaction to those innuendo were not genuine; he’s an attractive man asking if you’re good with your tongue, of course you’re going to stumble over your words a little.
And now, being with him in real life, nothing has changed. The online persona xyx dons wasn’t ever a façade- he’s just as much a bastard to you now as he is on the server. That cat-like grin never quite leaves his face, whether he's teasing you or you're teasing him. And you want so, so badly to wipe that grin off his pretty face.
It’s one night after dinner- walking home down a barely lit street. He looks gorgeous like this- the orange light settling gently against his cheeks, a soft glint against his snakebites. You walk side by side, hands strung together in a neat pair. xyx always holds on so tight, afraid that your hand will falter and lose its grip. You squeeze his hand like a promise, looking up to meet his gaze and falling upon the soft brown hair that swoops across his face.
He's always hiding in one way or another. Most days you just want to take him apart, piece by piece until there’s nothing left between you.
Tonight, you lean up, carding the hair behind his ear, and tugging him forwards until you meet in a gentle kiss, cradling his face towards yours. You can feel his ears burning, and the slide of his hands around your waist. You lean into him harder, pressing until you feel his back hit the wall of a building, and a grunted “mmf” as he sags against it.
There’s a brief moment where you break apart, foreheads touching as you both breathe in the cold night air. He looks up, emerald eyes shining. “What was that for, doll?” He smirks, a wry thing, and you roll your eyes as you straighten the lapels of his jacket, smoothing down his chest.
“Because I love you.” You answer earnestly, looking up through your lashes at him, and the blush gracing his cheeks darkens as his eyes dart away. You peck his cheek and pull him down by his tie to kiss some sense into him, breathing out all the things you love about him in the slide of your tongue against his. You pull harder on his tie, itching to be closer, and he lets out a whine as you two break apart. You stare at him, drinking in the image before you; mussed hair, flared cheeks and half lidded eyes.
“Yeah… yeah, okay.” You breathe, and you grip his hand once more. If there’s a certain urgency to your gait as your heels clack against the pavement, xyx doesn’t mention it (yet.)
Reaching the front door to his apartment and crossing the threshold sets something off in both of you; pressing him into the wall as you toe off your shoes, knocking teeth and laughing softly in the stumble. His fingers fumble when they unbutton your shirt, and you take the opportunity to grab his hand and kiss the back of it, winking at him as you turn around to pull him into his room.
He falls back against the bed as you crawl on top of him, one hand set on his thigh as the other cradles his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes. He falters, swearing and looking back up at you, and a shaky grin appears. “Seriously doll, what’s all this for?” His hands grip tight at the sheets as you duck your head to kiss down his chest, stopping just short of his stomach.
“It’s nothing special, really,” You whisper, and press a kiss just above his navel.
“I just want to take care of you for once.”
xyx’s eyes widen and he attempts to hide his face before you pin his hands to the bed. He’s not shocked- god knows if the man ever could be- but he’s certainly not expecting the strength that you put into your hold, and you watch as his pupils dilate in realisation.
“Hh-ah, and,” he breathes as you palm him slowly through his suit, mouth dangerously close to his nipples, “why would that be? Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you, love?” He makes to sit up, but you move forward on his lap, effectively stopping him, and also giving you an excuse to grind on his concealed hard-on. He bites his lip as he rolls in tandem with you, his bangs falling into his face as he struggles to keep in a moan.
“Hm,” you sit up in mock contemplation, a finger to your chin as you continue grinding on him, a slow, subtle thing. “No. not really. Especially when I’ve already gotten you so worked up underneath me, babe” You whisper the pet name as you lean down to bite his ear, hips still undulating on his hard cock. You feel him melt a little underneath you as you tug on the lobe, breathing heavily as you caress his chest and arms, goosebumps suddenly appearing.
“You look so pretty like this for me love.” You bite and lick your way down his chest, tongue gently circling around a nipple before taking it in your mouth briefly, watching as he squirms, and as you palm him you feel him twitch through his pants and yeah, you could stop teasing him- but where was the fun in that? You keep at it, marking swirling lilacs and maroons into his chest, hand occasionally travelling down to his thigh where you would squeeze it, and then move as if to take off the tight layer of fabric between you, and just as you got him to twitch, you would let go.
But everyone breaks eventually, and xyx is no different.
He lets out a piercing whine, hands fisting so hard in the sheets that you think he might tear them if he’s not too careful. “Hh-it’s, can you please just, hah, can you just- touch me, love?” He’s practically begging after a few minutes of heavy petting, and you feel a sharp pang of want deep in your stomach, and really, who are you to deny such a polite request?
“Well,” you start, smirking slightly, flushed with adrenaline at the power you hold over him, “I suppose since you’ve been so good for me, I can fulfill my end of the contract.” You wink at him, and it’s like a K.O as he dramatically throws an arm across his face, but you know underneath that he’s red all over as you slide down the length of him for real this time, and xyx lifts his hips as you slide off his pants, his erection springing free, red and leaking pre, and you can’t help but praise him. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart,” you sigh, hand coming up to grip the base as you mouth at the tip, tongue darting out. “So perfect for me, so good baby.” He moans louder, panting, watching as you take him into your mouth, begin the slow slide up and down- never quite fast enough but just enough to keep him writhing.
It’s nice, you think, to see him so open like this. It’s a sign of how much xyx has begun to trust you, to let you in his more vulnerable moments. And it helps that it serves as a reminder of how right you were the first time you spoke. His moans are getting louder now, choked out sobs as you bob faster, hand still squeezing the base whenever you felt him getting close.
You pull off then, deciding that he had waited long enough, and you tell him just as much, fingers carding through his hair as you unbutton your skirt, pressing a hand to your underwear and feeling the damp cloth. You shudder a little at just how much you want him, and before you can do so he’s hooked his fingers into the cotton and pulled them off- an attempt to regain control of the situation, and one which you readily deny as you slip two fingers inside of yourself instead of his dick. You watch as his eyes glaze over in want, a groan leaving him. With your other you pin both of his hands above his head, riding yourself in preparation.
“Nice try babe, but- hnn, ah- I’m not going to give up so easily.” The last syllable comes out as a whine, and xyx watches you, bathed a little in moonlight and streetlight, a combination of light and fire, and it sends sparks coursing through his veins with just how much he loves you. He can feel himself spinning a little with it, but before he can lose himself entirely, he feels a gentle hand caress his face and one lightly gripping his dick, as you sink down slowly.
“I love you.” He says, and it feels like a dam breaking and the water rushing out and the destruction of barriers as you clench around him, tears springing to your eyes as you lean forward and kiss him slowly. “I love you, hah, too, so so much, love you, want you so bad, X, I think about you all the time.” You whine as you feel the drag of his cock in and out, and you find his hands in a blind struggle, fingers interlocking as you bounce harder on him.
He groans, fingers gripping on tight and he’s panting a little, hazy with the tight warmth around him. You lean down, and whisper to him. “I’ve thought about taking you like this, you know. Maybe in the office, where all of my co-workers could find us.” You bite your lip hard, feeling the slick rush down the inside of your thighs as he tries to buck up harder at your words and oh, isn’t that interesting?
“Maybe you’d come to my office, and you were wearing- mmph, ah fuck, right there- that navy suit that, ah, sits just right on you.” You roll your hips, purposefully leaning up and leaving just the tip of his dick inside, before continuing, “I’m only human, love, you can’t blame me. Bending you over my desk and taking you right there would be the only thing I could do.” You slam back down onto him, riding faster and harder and as he moans louder and louder, and you think you might have to slap a hand over his mouth he’s being so loud.
“Or maybe you want me to take you in court, hm?” You pinch a nipple, and his eyes go even more lidded, if that’s possible, tongue lolling out as he lies there in a daze, edged so many times he can barely count. “Fucking you right there on the stand, and everyone’s watching you be such a good boy for me, so sweet and pliant. Hands tied behind your back as you take me, just patiently waiting for me to touch you and get you off.” You reach a hand between both of you, thumb on his bottom lip as you open his mouth and slide two fingers inside. He sucks on them, eyes closed in ecstasy as you pull them out with a pop. You lean down, reaching that hand between your legs and rubbing at your clit before whispering in his ear.
“Go on, X. You can come. You’ve been such a good boy for me.”
“Hhhah, ffFUCK!” He lets out with a scream, release spilling inside you as he twitches violently, whining and panting as he fucks up into you. “Fuck, love you, love you so much, so good, feel s’good, you’re so perfect, hahhh, love you so much…” You let him, rubbing faster as you feel your climax approaching. You squeeze around him once, twice, and he runs a hand down your back so soft, and as you gaze into his eyes you see nothing but love, and adoration, and fuck if that wasn’t enough to bring you over the edge, stuttering and collapsing on top of him. He runs a hand through your hair as you lift off him, wincing as you feel his cum dripping out of you, and you leave for the bathroom to grab a damp cloth.
Coming back to see xyx still spent in bed, his chest littered with hickeys and bite marks, fills you with a sense of immense pride, as you wipe the cloth over his thighs as he shivers and grins up at you. You lean down and kiss him on the forehead, holding his face in your hands as you mutter “I love you, I love you, I love you” until his skin is once again beet red.
You shuffle down into the bed, pulling him into you and wrapping your arms around his broad frame as you lie down face to face. There’s a moment of silence that stretches out into what feels like an hour, and you almost think you’re asleep until you hear him quietly whisper something you don’t quite catch.
“Hm?” you slur, and he goes redder and bites his lip as you lightly trace circles onto his back.
“I… thank you, doll. I love you.” He says, earnest and open and raw for maybe the first time in his life, and as you lean down to kiss him you pour your heart into the press of your lips into each other.
Always. Forever. If you’ll let me.
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