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the-iceni-bitch · 11 months

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Darling, You Killed Me

Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)

Words: ~4.6 k

Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.

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“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”

“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”

“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”

“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”

“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”

Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.

Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.

The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.

And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.

“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”

Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.

But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.

As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.

Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.

All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”

“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”

You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.

It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.

“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”

“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”

“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”

“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”

“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.

“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.

“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.

“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”

All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.

You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.

As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.

“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”

This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.

Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.

“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”

He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.

“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”

“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”

“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”

“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”

His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”

“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.

Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.

“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”

As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.

“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”

That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.

When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.

“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”

“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”

You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.

Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.

Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.

“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”

“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”

That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.

“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”

“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”

“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”

Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.

“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”

You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.

When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”

“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”

“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”

“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”

“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”

He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.

Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.

“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”

Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.

“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”

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cyberth0t · 5 days

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He's so fine / Wish he were mine That handsome boy over there / The one with the wavy hair

uncensored version ;)

➵ hey op who the fuck are these guys?!

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the-modern-typewriter · 2 years

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Happy birthday to me, and happy birthday to The God Key! 🥳

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abisbookshelf · 8 months

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they quite literally made history ❤️🤍💙

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michoodles · 2 months

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Lauro my Roman Empire

#tloz link #tears of the kingdom #doodle #the legend of zelda #fanart #tloz fanart #ao3 fanfic #lauro #tauro totk #tauro x link #link #link totk #shitpost #meme #m/m fiction #sketches

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the-bi-library · 9 months

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Here is the comparison of 6 bi books' Western and Japanese covers.

What do you think?

Books listed

💕 Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston 💕 One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston 💕 Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao 💕 The Girls I've been by Tess Sharpe 💕 The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid 💕 The Gentleman's Guide To Vice And Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

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space-writes · 2 months

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Please, Master

as a double treat for Valentines day and @ockissweek, I bring you a little Obedience bonus fic, ft Married!boys because im weak about them. Read on AO3 here.

Summary:

Ashenivir attempts a little role reversal.

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Ashenivir would never tire of kissing like this—tangled on the couch, the evening belonging to nothing but indulgent lips and warm hands. Rizeth had proven distractible tonight, despite the Arcanum work he had piled up in his office, and Ashenivir intended to take full advantage. He bit at Rizeth’s lip, delighted by the quick, quiet moan the action conjured. Rizeth tugged his hair.

“Behave, Ra’soltha.”

Oh, as if he didn’t like it. Ashenivir bit him again, harder this time, then drew back, adoring the way Rizeth chased his mouth, just as hungry as he was. Emboldened by the sight of his Master’s desire, he caught Rizeth’s hands as they reached for him, and pinned them above his head to the arm of the couch. Rizeth eyed him coolly.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“If you want to kiss me again, you have to ask the way I do,” Ashenivir teased. “And you have to say please.”

He expected immediate consequences—this couch, he knew from experience, was perfect for over-the-knee spanking. Rizeth didn’t put him over his knee. Instead, he spoke in a low, soft voice Ashenivir had never heard him use before.

“Master, please will you kiss me?”

Heat lanced through him, a surge that went from low in his stomach to somewhere in the back of his throat, and Ashenivir found himself unable to move. Rizeth chuckled and, keeping that same soft tone, said, “Are you enjoying yourself, Master?”

“Oh, no, stop it!” Ashenivir pressed his hands to his face. “How can you sound like that? Is that how I sound to you? Master, I can’t breathe when you do that!”

He dove forwards to bury his face in Rizeth’s neck, cheeks blazing. Arousal burned between his legs, a confusion of want that stole all sense.

“I can sound like that because Lord Stillgleam taught me,” Rizeth said. “You recall I learned much of what I know from him? He rather insisted on my studying both roles before he let me play with anyone else—it’s how I know I do not enjoy serving with such certainty. And it seems you just discovered you do not enjoy playing my role.” His hand slid between Ashenivir’s legs. “Not mentally, at any rate.”

Ashenivir let out a soft whimper. Rizeth carefully unlaced his breeches, and wrapped slow, firm fingers around his cock. “Tell me which part you liked,” he murmured. Ashenivir shook his head. Rizeth squeezed. “Speak, xi’hum. Your Master wants to know.”

“I liked…I liked the way your voice was soft…”

“Like this?” Rizeth spoke right against his ear, again in that low tone without any edge to it, as though he’d do anything Ashenivir asked of him.

“Y-yes. And I liked it when you said please.” Rizeth’s hand worked faster at his cock, and he made a high, strangled sound. “But not you calling me Master, I still hate that, I’m not, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re—” he fell off into a gasp, fisting both hands in Rizeth’s shirt. The fingers that stroked him were slick, smearing the evidence of his need along his achingly hard shaft. His mouth found Rizeth’s—or Rizeth’s found his, or maybe it was both at once—and he moaned into the kiss.

“Then please, Ra’soltha,” Rizeth whispered, “come for your Master.”

He tipped over the edge with an almost pained cry, and at once went scrambling down Rizeth’s body, fumbling with shaking hands at his laces, pleased beyond words to find his Master as hard as he’d been. Ashenivir took him in his mouth, whining as Rizeth caught his hair and directed his motions.

Oh, this was much better, this made much more sense, forced onto his Master’s cock until he couldn’t breathe.

“Please, Ra’soltha,” Rizeth said some minutes later, soft iron, a request that was not a request at all, “will you swallow?”

Ashenivir obeyed, awash with desire that had his head spinning every which way. Rizeth tugged him up, and swept a thumb over his lips.

“Did you find something new you like, Ra’soltha?” Ashenivir could only nod, utterly overwhelmed. “Do you want to play with it more later?”

“Yes,” Ashenivir managed. He put his face in his hands again. “Master, I love you.”

“I know you do, I love you too—come here.”

He settled half-atop Rizeth in the crook of his arm, curled against his chest.

“Such a reaction,” Rizeth said. “I should say it serves you right, misbehaving as you did.” Ashenivir burrowed closer to him and he laughed, the sound vibrating from his chest to Ashenivir’s. “Well, I shall not abuse this newfound knowledge, entertaining as it might be.”

“You’re going to say please in public, aren’t you?” Ashenivir grumbled.

“I am always polite in public, xi’hum.”

“If you do it in front of Keszriin or Lyzira at dinner, I’m not going to speak to you for a month.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, a tenday.”

“I see.”

“A whole day, at least.”

“Such conviction you have. How fortunate I should be to have you as my Master.”

“Stop it!”

“Oh, will you punish me, Ra’soltha? Shall I fetch the gag and paddle for you?”

Ashenivir hit at his shoulder—Rizeth caught his wrist tightly for a moment before relaxing and drawing him up into a kiss. Ashenivir huffed, though his heart wasn’t in it. Rizeth nipped his lip. “Now will you behave yourself?”

Ashenivir almost bit him back, then thought better of it. He settled down to lay his head on Rizeth’s chest instead, positioned so as to hear his heartbeat.

“Yes, Master.”

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence (ask to be +/-)

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madlori · 1 year

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what’s a girl have to do to get her book talked about on booktok

it’s full of sexy hitmen and enemies-to-lovers and near-death confessions ffs

cmon

do a girl a solid

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F13J38D

#gay romance #m/m fiction #mlm fiction #gay fiction #lgbtq fiction #madlori's writing #zero at the bone #jane seville #who is me by the way

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cyberth0t · 2 months

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2024 vs 2021

I always attempt to do this as fast as I can, as loose as I can, without references. As you can see, the first four attempts (from three years ago, haha) I gave up including Ro'onui entirely, because I couldn't manage the perspective/anatomy involved without a reference.

anyway none of these pieces are finished/polished, but it's wild to see that my "unfinished" work now can pass as complete!

#original work #original storytelling #writing #m/m romance #m/m fiction #original fiction #graphic novel #indie comics #gay art #gay couple #digital art #art progress #art improvement #cybersketch #storytelling #oc art #rivro

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flowerbetweenfangs · 20 days

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Lips of an Angel

No content warning, just good old fashioned m/m love.

Originally posted on A03

Will sighed and stretched his arms above his head as he watched his computer screen switch off. Pulling out his cellphone, he clocked out for the day. Rubbing his temples, he leaned back in his chair.

Another week of work done. The sweet release of the weekend dangled in front of him. And by release, it would be another friday and saturday at the bar, nursing cocktails and inhaling greasy food that was probably doing worse things to his body than the alcohol.

But it was routine at this point. He found himself putting on his sneakers and pulling on his jacket. Keys and wallet already in his pocket, he sighed. Pulling out a ponytail holder, he pulled back his hair. He’d have to get it cut soon. The work from home life had him starting to be sloppy with his looks.

The bar was up the street from his apartment. It was a small hole in the wall that served its purpose: getting people drunk and their inhibitions lowered. Everyone was there to have a good time, maybe take it back to their place.

It was a dimly lit room, smoke from the kitchen wafting over to anyone who decided to sit across from the bartender. Jo gave him a nod of acknowledgment, hands moving dexterously as she mixed something for the man in front of her. Once she filled the glass, he took it with thanks, sliding his payment to her, then leaving a folded up bill in the tip jar. The amount of green made Will almost envious.

“Your usual, Will?” She asked, grabbing bottles to start the mix.

“You know it.” He smiled, then sat close to the wall. Turning toward the bar, he saw a few people playing pool. A couple of newcomers, an older man and someone young enough to be his son. The older man was white haired, with rosary beads hanging out of his pocket. But despite the religious item, he wore a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, leather wristbands fastened up his arms.

The younger’s hair was ash blonde, pulled back into a tail, wire framed glasses covering his eyes, the dim light making quite a glare. His clothes clung to his body, showing off a muscular physique. Tan athletic tee, with dark jeans. When he bent over to line up his shot, quite a few heads turned or necks craned. As the cue slid back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, Will noticed an eye tattooed on the back of his hand.

Will felt the glass hit his fingers, and it jostled him out of his staring. Picking up the drink, he tilted it to Jo and then started to sip at it.

“You got any change?” A voice drawled next to him.

A woman stood next to the jukebox, her hair curtained around her face. Her cheeks were flushed. She was in a blue sundress, with leaves patterned up and down the skirt.

“Sorry.” He shook his head. “But there’s a card reader.” Taking another sip, he tapped the bar. Jo whirled around and called out an order to the cook. The hiss of the deep fryer was loud, drowning out all the chatter in the bar.

They could use some tunes. Will left his drink and went to the jukebox and flipped through the songs.

“Can I make a request, Mr. DJ?” The woman asked. Her eyes were icy blue, sending a chill up his spine. The all too familiar hunger that set him on edge.

“One song,” He said, holding up a finger. No need to cause a scene if she was being polite.

She pouted, but nodded. The chill went from his spine to his stomach, and formed a weight that made him feel uneasy. He’d be sticking to the bar and Miss Jo, it seemed.

After making a playlist, Will stepped back and caught another look at the pair playing pool. They were chatting, with the older guy waving. After a moment, he went and put the cue back, before heading out the door.

Going back to the bar, Will sat and sighed. There was now a heaping plate of nachos next to the half empty drink. He took a few bites and washed them down with the rest of his cocktail.

“So, what does a guy gotta do for fun around here?” The stranger’s voice made Will straighten and turn around on the barstool.

“You’re probably in the most lively spot.” Will admitted. The woman had gone to the other side of the bar, talking to a pair of men. The hair on the back of Will’s neck stood up.

“Hmm.” The stranger picked up a pale ale, sipping it. He leaned on the bar. His eyes were hazel, but looked almost golden in the dim room. “Well, that’s good then. I like the quiet.” Setting down the bottle, he held out his hand to Will.

“Thomas.” The eye on the back of his hand seemed to glower at the other occupants of the bar.

“Will.” He returned the handshake, the cold from the bottle clinging to the stranger’s hand. “Just moved here?”

“Passing through for work,” Thomas sat down on the barstool, swiveling it back and forth and sipping from the ale. “But I wanted to see if there was fun to be had while I was here.”

“Am I giving off that much of a vibe?” Will chuckled, taking his freshly filled drink.

“Huh?” Thomas asked, arching a brow.

“... Nevermind.” Will shook the plate of nachos. “But the way, these are to die for.”

Thomas picked up a chip with a heaping amount of cheese and meat on it. Most of the liquid dribbled onto his fingers. He ate it, before noisily sucking on his fingers.

Now that was just unfair. Will turned toward the bar, trying to subtly hunch over.

“A little salty for my taste, but the meat’s good enough,” Thomas said, sticking out his perfectly pink tongue and winking. He finished off his ale and then called for Jo.

“Let me get another drink, and one for him.”

Will fumbled with Thomas’ shirt, pulling it over the man’s head. A silver cross swung back and forth, a braided cord holding it around his neck. It seemed to be engraved, but Will’s eyes were elsewhere, hungrily looking over the body behind it. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d done things one would consider sacrilegious while people wore their holy symbols.

He’d personally left the faith a long time ago.

Their lips crashed together again, Thomas’ fingers twisting in his hair. That perfectly pink tongue pushed its way into Will’s mouth.

The taste of the pale ale was faint, which put Will a little more at ease. At least Thomas wasn’t blind drunk. They hadn’t been knocking back drinks, but it was always a gamble he hated taking when he took someone home.

Glasses askew, Thomas slipped his hands under Will’s shirt and slid it up. Lips trailed across his chest and stomach. Skin prickling and nipples pebbling, Will let out a groan. Back to his front door, Will eyed his bedroom.

Thomas had another eye tattoo on his left pec, right below his nipple, and another above his navel. It was odd, but at least it wasn’t anything hateful.

Readjusting his glasses, Thomas gave a soft chuckle. “I’ll admit, when I saw the woman eyeing you up at the bar… I knew I had to make my move.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Will pressed their bodies together. Scorching hot flesh, stomach, chest, hips…

Thomas dropped to his knees, starting to unbuckle Will’s belt. His hands were moving so fast, Will barely had time to react.

“Hold it!” Will put the heel of his palm to Thomas’ forehead. The motion seemed to stun him. Slowly, he looked up.

“What?” The tip of Thomas’ tongue poked out of his lips. It waggled back and forth, taunting him with what it would be doing shortly.

“Sorry, I’m a bit anal about this… No pun intended.” Will rolled his eyes at the wording and staggered out of Thomas’ grip to the bedroom. He was so hard it was hurting to walk. Every bit of friction from his clothing was agony on his cock.

When he pulled open the drawer on the nightstand, he retrieved a condom and a bottle of lube. He’d have to go out and buy more of both soon.

Thomas hung in the doorway, studying Will with crossed arms. His amber eyes flashed with lust. The piercing gaze made Will’s cock twitch, a wet spot forming on the fabric of his pants. God, he needed to fuck this man soon.

“You put that on…” Thomas said, walking over and slipping a hand into Will’s waistband. “I’ll take these off.” He unbuckled the belt, his eyes never leaving Will’s.

Once the pants hit the floor, Thomas eased down Will’s briefs. His quickly dampening head was already poking out of the waistband. Precum dribbled from the tip as the fabric slid down his thighs.

Slipping on the condom, Will sat on the bed. Thomas moved between his knees, parting them. His mouth wrapped around Will’s length, taking it in easily. As he bobbed his head back and forth, he caressed Will’s balls and stroked his thigh.

It was heavenly. Will tilted his head back and let the sensation roll over him. The hot and wet mouth did its job, making him feel the pleasure as though the condom wasn’t even there.

“If you’re this good all the time,” Will panted, pressing his hand on Thomas’ head to make him take it to the back of his throat. “I hope your job relocates you here.” Rocking his hips, he thrust upward.

Opening his mouth wide, Thomas gagged, the sensation nearly making Will explode. Drawing his head back, he looked up at Will, as if asking for approval. His lips came off the cock, before he began to trail his tongue up and down the shaft.

“Too much at once?” Will asked, feeling his cheeks burn. He cupped Thomas’ cheek, putting a thumb to his lips.

Thomas gave a quick nod, giving Will’s length a few strokes. His shoulders and chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. The lust seemed to be gone, but his actions weren’t slowing. Metal glinted as the cross swung back and forth.

“Be a little more gentle with me, please?” Lips went back to the tip, tongue swirling.

Burying his fingers in the nearly white hair, Will made a fist and pumped back and forth, making sure to be slower. Thomas’ mouth was tight and warm. The sucking sent a pleasant buzz through Will’s body.

“Your mouth feels really good,” Will moaned, tilting his head back. “You suck as well as you smooth talk.”

The chuckle that came from Thomas nearly brought Will to a climax. He managed to control himself. All this edging was going to do a number on him. Sweat formed on his upper lip and brow as his shoulders began to itch.

“What time is it?”

The question made Will shake his head. Fogs of lust muddled his brain, making it hard to register what was being asked.

“Ermm…” He fumbled for his phone, managing to grab it. Thomas’ mouth never left his cock, the sucking seeming to grow harder and faster. Clenching, Will managed to keep himself from cumming, despite Thomas’ best efforts.

It was nearly 3 am. They’d left right after last call. He hoped that he wasn’t keeping Thomas up too late. Then again, what even was Thomas’ job? Would lack of sleep affect it?

Thomas pulled himself off Will, panting hard. Rubbing his jaw, he looked at the erection, as if pondering what to do.

“Do you want to stop and leave?” Will peeled off the condom, more pre cum drooling out the tip of his cock. He hoped the answer was no.

“Just wanted to know…” Thomas panted, his fingers resting on his fly. “Do you… Want me to leave?”

Will shook his head. “Just got caught off guard by the question, is all.” He got a fresh condom as Thomas slipped off his pants.

He was wearing black briefs, which he quickly tugged off. The black eye gave way to golden hair on his groin. His cock was dripping, twitching with his heartbeat. Like the rest of his body, it was glistening with sweat.

The erection rubbed against him as Thomas’ lips crashed into Will’s again. Hand stroking Will’s length, Thomas let out soft moans.

Reaching out, Will stroked Thomas’ tip and shaft, getting a few whimpers and more precum dribbling down his fingers. Parting their kiss, Thomas bit his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he thrust into Will’s grip.

“I almost don’t want you to let me go.” Chuckling nervously, he smiled and licked his lips. Panting hard, he let himself rub against Will’s grip a little longer. Warm breath tickled Will’s mouth as Thomas stared at his covered cock.

Straddling Will’s thighs, he kissed his lips, his neck, and the v of his collarbone. His thumb brushed against the curve of Will’s jaw, before he pulled back.

Thomas laid on his stomach, spreading his legs. His ass was perfectly round and muscled, his thighs thick and firm. Between this and his face, it was hard to pick which to look at.

Will lubed himself up, easing a finger into Thomas. Hissing with pain, Thomas clenched, making a fist into the sheets. Despite wanting to yank himself back, Will pulled out slowly. He prayed he wasn’t taking some poor stranger’s first time.

“Easy…” Will urged. “You’re gonna pull something.” Or break his finger. A trip to the hospital would have been a bad way to end the night.

“Sorry,” Thomas let go, taking in deep breaths. “Believe it or not, I don’t do this often.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending that pleasant buzz through Will again. His cheeks were bright red, although there was plenty of blood to keep him rock hard.

Will nodded, leaning over Thomas’ body. Through his fingertips, he could feel Thomas’ heart racing. Trailing his nails over Thomas’ back, Will felt the gooseflesh forming.

Easing his digit back into Thomas, he slipped it back and forth. Thomas let out whimpers, grabbing one of the pillows and burying his face into it. Even muffled, the noises drove Will crazy. His cock felt like it was about to rip through the condom.

Adding another helping of lube, Will lined himself up.

“Just let me know if you want to stop,” His lips brushed against Thomas’ ear as he spoke. Thomas let out a shuddering breath in response, wriggling his ass as Will.

As he slipped inside, Thomas gasped. Grabbing the sheets again, he kept a white knuckled grip as Will pushed in deeper. He was tight as the fist he was making.

“Fuck…” Will brushed hair from his eyes, giving his hips a few test rocks. Thomas gasped at the motion.

“Keep going,” Thomas grunted. “I can take it…”

Placing his arms on either side of Thomas, Will began to thrust. Thomas yelped, burying his face into the pillows again. Closing his eyes, he continued to rock back and forth, letting sensation take over.

Thomas’ gasps turned from pained to excited, then slipped into moans. Will increased his speed, thrusting harder and deeper, pressing himself completely onto Thomas. Their skin was slick with sweat, their bodies slipping over one another. Seizing Thomas’ hair, Will turned his head back, their lips meeting.

Moaning into his mouth, Thomas nibbled on Will’s lip, before tossing back his head Will seemed to hit the right spot. His whole body clenched, jizz spurting from his cock.

The motion made Will grunt, and he finally let himself go over the edge. Even with the condom, he could see some white fluid on Thomas’ ass. Slowly, he eased himself out. Thomas’ body completely collapsed onto the bed, his hair falling around his head in a halo. A few strands clung to his temple, which Will found himself kissing.

“Let's get you cleaned up…” He muttered into Thomas’ brow.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes fell onto Thomas. He could feel them. Will’s sleeping form was in the crook of his elbow, dark hair falling over his chest. Tracing his thumb over Will’s shoulder, Thomas looked back and forth.

Then, he saw the icy blue eyes in the window. Wisps of brown hair twisted in the wind. The eye on the back of Thomas’ hand opened, a beacon of white piercing through the darkness. The cross around his throat changed into a dagger, the leather cord forming the hilt. At the sight of the gleaming metal, the demon’s features twisted and it let out a soundless scream.

It spiraled and turned into the shadows, vanishing as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the window.

He’d brought the people of this quiet town another night of peace. And he was fine with that.

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luninosity · 5 months

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Lots of news, including this year’s JMS Books Advent Calendar, and more! (My Advent Calendar free story will be available December 20 – but more on that soon…) But for today, a happy bit of news – Apprentice’s Luck, the new novel in the Middle Lands (the world of Magician), is now out in paperback!

It’s high fantasy m/m romance, set ~150 years before Magician (you might recognize a name or two – no one knows where Lorre is, at the moment!), so it’s got all new main characters; it’ll stand alone fine if you’ve not read the others. And it’s about Talis, an apprentice magician who doesn’t think he’s very good at magic, and Jer, a royal guardsman who thinks he’s overheard a threat to the King…but no one else believes him…but perhaps a magician can help…

And of course there’s falling for each other along the way. And tea. And Talis having a lot of emotions while watching Jer be quietly competent at weapons training. And opera-related jokes.

Jer and Talis have honestly become some of my favorite characters (I might have to write one more story for them…) so I hope you like them too!

JMS Books print edition here!

JMS Books ebook here!

Amazon here! Also at Barnes & Noble, etc!

#original fic #k.l. noone #my fic #fantasy #romance #gay romance #gay fantasy #lgbtq #m/m romance #m/m fiction #jms books

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ghostofaboy · 7 months

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Risky Business

Pairing: Max Lord/Male OC Rating: Explicit. Seriously, over 18s only. Word count: 2252

Summary: Max finds himself in the men's room at the office when he spots something interesting… a glory hole

Warnings: Oral sex, public blow job, come eating, a little bit of internalized homophobia

Note: This has not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes.

The meeting was dragging, and Max was on the verge of losing his temper. It was bad enough that it had started over an hour late due to a miscommunication with the marketing department, but now it was overrunning due to one overeager junior executive. The guy was clearly angling for a promotion, and on some level Max respected that, but boring your bosses was not a smart move. Hansen… Harmen… Herman… whatever his name was, had been speaking for forty-five minutes now about… something…

Max had no idea, truthfully, he’d started tuning him out after only ten minutes. By this point, the young man had completely screwed himself. Any point he’d hoped to make could have been made a long time ago. Glancing around the table, all Max could see were glazed-over eyes and a couple of the older execs gently snoozing.

While this was a waste of time, the bigger issue troubling Max was that the longer this went on, the more uncomfortable he was becoming. He needed to pee. He’d needed to pee for about an hour. He had his legs firmly crossed under the table and had stopped sipping on his water, but the problem wasn’t going to go away.

“...there is a clear link between-”

“I’m going to need to interrupt you there.” Max cut him off, finally reaching his limit. “You make some excellent points, but we’re running over here. Put everything in a report, and I promise you, I’ll look it over.”

“Sir, I-”

“It’s getting late.” Max locked eyes with the young man, his tone turning a little firmer. “Put a report together and send it to me.”

“I… yes, Sir.”

The sigh of relief from the rest of the gathered men was audible, making the overeager young man blush. As everyone started to file out, Max remained seated, his legs still tightly crossed. To his dismay, Grant Davidson, one of the senior board members, was lingering. Probably hoping to speak with him.

“Grant.” Max stood carefully, his smile fixed as he approached the other man. “Whatever it is, can it wait?” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “I really need the bathroom.”

“Oh.” Grant waved a hand and nodded. “Of course, of course. It can wait, I’ll meet you back at your office. Oh, and I hope you’re not too desperate. The executive bathroom on this floor is out of order.”

“What?” Max paused at the door. “You’re kidding me! Damn it! Where is the closest one?”

Grant thought for a moment. “Two floors down, I think, unless you want to slum it. There might be one on the east side of the building on this floor, but I’ve never been in it, so I can’t speak to its condition.”

“Thanks.” Max nodded as Grant sauntered away. Weighing up his options and his screaming bladder, Max sighed deeply. He was going to have to brave the unknown bathroom.

Leaving the conference room, Max headed towards the elevators and then took a right into the east side of the building. The east side of each floor was dedicated to the non-public-facing side of the business. Maintenance, mail room, interns. Each floor was different, and this one was a rabbit warren of small storage rooms and offices for the lowest-paid employees. Finally, as Max feared he would have to duck into a closet and piss in a corner, he spotted the men’s room.

Pushing the door open, it wasn’t as bad as he feared. It wasn’t anywhere as nice as the executive bathrooms he was used to, but it was clean and smelt fresh. A single urinal was next to the two stalls to the right of the door. On the opposite wall were two sinks with a large mirror hanging over them. Max stepped forward and then frowned as he noticed the “out of order” sign hung haphazardly on the urinal. Grumbling under his breath, he turned on his heel and headed into the stall furthest from the door. Yanking his fly open and freeing his cock, Max let out a long, loud sigh as the stream began.

Relief filled his body as Max continued to piss, taking the opportunity to glance around the cubical as he did. Bland gray tiles stretched from door to ceiling, with only the mirky green of the stall dividing wall and door to add a pop of color. Max looked around with a slight sneer on his face at the dismal condition of the bathroom before his eyes snapped back to the wall of the stall.

Was that a hole?

Shaking the final drops of pee from his cock, Max didn’t bother to tuck himself away as he bent down to get a better look. It was definitely a hole. Perhaps four inches across, not quite perfectly circular, and it had obviously been cut by an amateur rather than be a part of the design of the stall. Max was puzzled for a couple of seconds before he realized what he was looking at.

A glory hole.

A men’s room in Black Gold’s headquarters had a glory hole. A small shiver ran down Max’s spine at the thought of all the men who might have come in here since the hole was cut. How long had it been here? Right under his nose. Max’s cock twitched as he flushed the toilet before lowering the lid and sitting down.

Idly stroking his hardening cock Max bit his lip as he wondered how many men used this hole on a daily basis. Was it well-known in the building? Was that why Grant had sent him here?

Reaching into his trousers, Max pulled his balls out, rolling them in his left hand as he lazily pumped his cock to full hardness. Spitting into his palm, Max was just settling in and was ready to jerk off when he heard the men’s room door open. Max froze, listening to the man’s shoes click on the tiled floor.

The man went into the stall next to Max, and for a few seconds, Max sat in silence with his cock in hand, wondering if his new neighbor had come just to pee or wanted something more. The seconds ticked by while Max ran his thumb over the tip of his cock, watching as a bead of precum formed before rubbing in gently over the slit.

Max wasn’t sure how to get the other man’s attention. He’d never even seen a glory hole before, let alone used one. Licking his lips, Max racked his brain, trying to think how to get the other man’s attention.

As if answering his thoughts, Max’s eyes lit up as a semi-erect cock slid into view, as the man in the next stall thrust into the hole. With barely a second's hesitation, Max was on his knees, mouth open, wrapping his lips around the tip of the stranger’s dick. There was a barely audible gasp from the other stall, and Max smiled. This was everything he’d wanted. He’d had fantasies about this for years, and now it was happening.

His own cock throbbed, but he ignored it. Instead, he brought one hand up to grip the base of the length in front of him as he began to work. He started by teasing his tongue around the head, gently poking at the slit with the tip of his tongue before flattening it out and sucking on the head.

Inch by inch, Max worked his way down the length of the shaft until he could feel it hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, just long enough to feel tears pricking his eyes, before pulling back and beginning again. His own arousal ached between his legs, but all Max could focus on was the cock in his mouth. The world blurred around him as he swallowed the throbbing length again and again.

Enveloping the cock once more, Max traced his tongue along the underside, drawing a hiss from the stranger. As his lips stretched around the girth, the sinful desire to be degraded filled his being. Rolling his hips in the air in time with his ministrations, Max hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head along the full erection before him.

On the other side of the thin wall, gasps, grunts and the occasional whine filtered out of the other man’s mouth, filling the men's room. It wasn’t long before his jaw was aching. As much as Max wanted this, he wasn’t used to putting in this much work.

‘I’ll have to do this more often to build up the stamina.’ He thought with a small grin.

Pulling back to focus on the tip, Max swirled his tongue around it before flicking at the slit just as before. The tang of precum was Max’s reward, dribbling out of his open mouth and gliding down his swollen lips.

Ghosting his tongue over the leaking red head, Max worked the shaft into his mouth to the very back of his throat. Swallowing around the length, he shivered in pleasure as he pulled a loud, wanton moan from the other man. After swallowing for a second time, Max still himself, the desire to be used overtaking him. He needed his mouth fucking. He needed to be used as an object. He needed to choke on this cock. He needed this to complete the fantasy he’d had in his head for so long.

Understanding what Max wanted, or needed, the other man began fucking slowly into his mouth, testing the water to see if this was what Max truly wanted. When Max didn’t move or pull away and instead opened his throat as much as he could, the other man started to pick up the pace. Soon, the unseen stranger was thrusting his full length into Max’s waiting mouth with abandon. Max’s face burned as his skin prickled with arousal while needy, wet, gagging noises were pushed out of his mouth with every thrust.

His own cock leaked onto the floor between his knees, throbbing in time with the cock gliding over his tongue. He could feel himself tumbling towards the edge and Max reached up both his hands to steady himself against the wall of the stall. His vision swam as the other man began panting loudly on the other side of the partition.

With a breathy cry, the man came, flooding Max’s mouth with bitter, salty seed. Swallowing what he could, Max could feel some of the come escaping, dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. Resisting the urge to wipe it away, a shiver ran through Max’s body at the thought of looking at his come-stained lips in the mirror later. Digging his nails into the hard wood of the stall, Max moaned around the cock, still twitching on his tongue. Time seemed to slow as his nails scraped against the wall of the stall, his back arched and his body quivered as he released himself into the men’s room floor untouched.

The cock gently withdrew, and Max could hear the sound of a zipper companied by a long sigh. Still on his knees, Max didn’t trust his legs enough yet to stand. Instead, leaning his head against the cool wood of the stall, Max tried to focus his eyes. Between his legs, his small cock was already softening, shrinking back down to its usual micro state. He could see the other man’s feet, with nice-looking, moderately expensive shoes, shifting around before leaving the stall.

Max heard the rush of water coming from the faucet, and while the other man busied himself at the sink, Max climbed to his feet. The full realization of what he’d just done was starting to dawn on him. What if someone found out? He was the CEO of Black Gold! He was meant to set an example. What would people say?

Pinching his eyes shut, Max sat down on the toilet and waited for the other man to leave. What had he been thinking? This wasn’t like jacking off in the privacy of his office or the regular ‘massage’ sessions he’d been having. He’d blown one of his employees. Surely, there were laws about this kind of thing.

The sound of the men’s room door clicking shut snapped him out of his spiral. Max opened his eyes and let out a long, loud sigh. Time to get back to reality and possibly face the music for his moment of fantasy.

Tucking himself back into his trousers, Max grabbed some tissue to wipe up the mess he’d made. Bending down to clean up the come, Max’s eyes were drawn to a small piece of cardboard on the floor just under the stall door. Finishing his task, Max picked it up, turning it over in his hand. His eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face as he realized what it was.

A business card. Looking it over, Max could see that there was no name, but there was a number.

Tucking it into his pocket, Max left the stall and went over to the sinks to clean up. Come had dried slightly on his chin, while his already plush lips were pink and swollen. Max smirked to himself at his disheveled state. Putting himself back to his usual well-groomed state, Max couldn’t keep the grin off his face. Leaving the men’s room, he patted the card in his pocket as he made his way back to his office. The possibilities were intriguing.

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