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“C’mon, honey,” Blake purred in Victor’s ear. He felt up Victor’s belly, then his tits with their nipples already hard and pebbled up because of the stimulation, the way they rubbed rough against the scratchy fabric of his shirt. “You got all dolled up for me, now why don’t you just let me appreciate all your hard work?”
It was true, Victor really had dressed up for the night out. He wore a glittery, flowy sort of purple blouse and a nice, skin-tight pair of white shorts, paired with an appropriate sort of shoe. Blake had dressed up too, but in a suit-and-tie kind of deal that made Victor want to drop to his knees immediately because the contrast from Blake’s construction uniform was too much for him.
And now he was pressed against the door of a bathroom stall, trying to keep his thready moans from spilling out into the high-end, ritzy restaurant they’d been eating in not five minutes ago.
Blake’s chest pressed up warm against Victor’s back, his tits squishing up against him and holding him bodily against the stall door. His thick, callused hands swiftly found the button on the front of Victor’s shorts, and then yanked them down so they fell in a small puddle of white around Victor’s ankles. Within a matter of moments, Victor was spreading his legs as much as he could without dislodging Blake, and Blake’s hands were feeling up between his thick legs, eventually arriving at—
“Oh, good girl, you listened well,” Blake said approvingly as he found the small plug Victor had slipped inside himself before heading out for the night. “How should I reward you for that, hm?”
Blake tugged at the edge of the plug, teasing Victor slowly, letting the flared base bump back against Victor’s hole a few times as he waited for Victor to answer. Each time Blake got close to pulling it out, Victor whined and got just a little more desperate. He spread his legs a little more, just a little more.
He really was such a slut.
“Fuck me, please, Sir,” Victor begged, hands plastered to the stall door, because Blake didn’t care for it when Victor got uppity, and Victor wanted to be good. “That’s all I want.”
He wanted to be a good girl for his boyfriend.
“Well, since you’ve been good,” Blake hummed thoughtfully, as if he really were contemplating whether to give Victor what he’d asked for, “you want my cock, sweetheart?”
Victor shivered through his entire body as he contemplated the idea, of right here in the bathroom getting fucked hard by Blake. Blake’s dick had grown a lot over the past couple years since he’d started T, and Victor loved every new inch of it. He was particularly looking forward to it now, because he’d been deprived for all that day and the one before due to shift mismatches.
“I’m desperate for it, Sir,” Victor answered honestly, because Blake loved it when he blushed and squirmed and couldn’t help but tell the truth. It was like Blake could smell blood in the water; because of the way his blouse fell, Victor could feel the way Blake smiled against his spine.
Blake pulled the plug out all the way, backing off for a moment to set it upright on a small section of the wall that stuck out before coming right back and replacing the plug with fingers to test the give of Victor’s hole. Finding it soft and open and slick with lube already, he slowly fed his dick bit by bit into Victor’s ass, making Victor twitch and his own cock drool as he held still against the door, spilling precome all over the sepia plastic.
When had Blake even dropped his trousers? Victor didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter, not when he could feel the stretch of his rim sending pleasurable tingles up his spine. Blake’s cock was fatter than the thin plug he’d used, and just about as long, so it felt incredible.
When Blake was fully seated inside, he shifted his hands to grab Victor’s hips, grabbing onto each small jut of bone like the pommel of a saddle. He pulled out an inch or two, and then used Victor’s body as leverage to fuck back inside again, rough and eager right from the start. Blake’s preferred style of thrusts were short and rabbit-like, grinding and fucking up into him in turns so that Victor never quite knew what was coming next.
Victor muffled a whimper by biting his lip until it was red and swollen. He tried to look back at Blake as he was fucked stupid into the bathroom stall door, but the most he caught were glimpses of dark hair and the impression of tan skin. His fingers curled where he’d stuck them, as his entire body began to tense up as with each stroke, he got minutely closer to orgasm. His cock rubbed against the door with each movement, driving him wild. He wanted to refrain, at least until Blake was ready to come too and to give him proper permission to come so he didn’t earn a punishment for later.
But he was already desperate; he could feel the way his cock wept precome, staining the door.
“You’re so pretty like this, so beautiful for me,” Blake grunted, which wasn’t really helping Victor’s whole trying-to-hold-off-on-coming situation. “Tell me when you’re going to come, yeah?”
Blake’s words sounded soft, but there was a core of iron under there. It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
“Yes,” Victor whimpered, feeling the buildup of pressure in his gut like a pipe about to burst. He could cry already, even though it had only been about ten minutes since they’d come into the bathroom for their quickie. “Yes, Sir, please, now, I—”
“Say it.”
“Please, may I come like a slut on your cock? Please, I’m yours. I’m your pretty little slut,” Victor babbled, shoving his hips back at Blake and nearly messing up his strokes in his eagerness. Sandwiched between the door and Blake, he had nowhere to go that didn’t give him some form of rough, hot pleasure lancing through him.
“Good girl,” Blake cooed again, and that was the moment it was too late to hold it back anymore—an impossible-to-suppress shiver of euphoria and heat shot from Victor’s head to his gut. “Me too, come with me. Come for me.”
Blake’s fingers dug into the meat of Victor’s hips, and he shuddered to a halt inside Victor’s hole, then began slowly grinding against him as Victor whited out. The two of them twitched and shivered in cohesion, Victor’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull. Hearing Blake’s low groan, bitten down so they didn’t get thrown out and banned from their favorite anniversary spot, elevated the pleasure that seized him in its clutches.
Soon, it was just labored breathing again, and Blake clutching Victor hard like he thought he might break. Victor’s breath was so hot that he could see it condensing and rolling as droplets down the door for several long moments before Blake let him up, and he blinked away the nascent tears that hadn’t quite spilled. He felt soft and a little floaty, like a half-filled helium balloon, but Blake pulling out and starting to help him tuck himself back into his shorts grounded him in his own body. Ignoring the way he’d made an absolute mess of the stall door with his precome and then come, he turned around to help Blake button him back up, and then moved to help Blake with his belt as well.
Victor relished in being able to put his hands on Blake’s body too, now that they were done. He was shorter than Victor by a bit, so Victor had to bend around him to help him achieve that same unruffled, unflappable appearance he’d had when they’d come in. His suit jacket was rumpled, though, and Blake was hot enough from the exertion that he undid a button or two of his shirt, so that a hint of chest hair peeked out, along with a shadow suggestive of his body beneath the shirt.
When Victor flushed, seeing it, Blake winked at him, a crooked sort of smile appearing on his lips. “Like what you see, honey?”
“Mhmm,” Victor mumbled, before he got control of his tongue back. “Of course I do.”
Blake drew him into a kiss, sweet and deep. “Good. Let’s get ready to go.”
Victor puttered around the stall for a minute, dodging around Blake to wipe off the plug and put it in his bag lying slumped on the floor, and then to clean up his mess on the door and the tile floor. When it was all done, there was little trace of their quick affair, except for the scent of sex lingering in the air. Nothing could really be done about that, though, and Victor couldn’t feel anything other than cute and beautiful when he was around Blake. He didn’t feel guilty about it.
Just after Victor shouldered his bag again, Blake kissed Victor on his cheek, gentle and affectionate. “Great work, sweetheart. Let’s go pay the bill and we can head out.”
Victor laced their fingers together, lifting them to his own mouth to kiss the tip of one, and then followed Blake out of the stall. “Yes, Sir.”
And then, together, they went.