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He smirks, but I only see it for a flicker of a moment before he drags me into a kiss. His fingers keep working onmy jeans in the meantime. His tongue is in my mouth when he gets past my zipper and reaches into my briefs to grab my hard cock. With my mouth pried open, there’s nothing I can do to hide the groan of relief that exhales out of me. He only strokes me a couple times before cruelly pulling away, but by then the job is done. I can’t pretend I’m not vibrating from how badly I want him, and I reach for his pants. Unfortunately, they’re every bit as tight as his shirt was, so getting them off requires far more effort than I would have liked to put in.
I only remember when we’re both completely naked that we’re in a dressing room and hidden by nothing but flimsy privacy screens. My eyes must dart to the screens because Sebastian tugs at my wrists to pull me with him toward a wall.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “They’re doing their last shift. We have time. No one should come in. And if they do … it’s nothing we haven’t all walked in on at some point.”
“Seriously?”
“We’re hired to be eye candy. Yes, seriously. But relax. You’re my first dressing room escapade.”
I don’t know why I like hearing that so much. Being his first anything fills me with a strange sort of pride. It turns out that I haven’t been such a scared, cowering creature for my whole life that there aren’t still adventures to discover.
I want to dive right in to that adventure, but practicality rears its annoying head.
“Hold on,” I say. “Don’t we need a bunch of things we don’t have?”
“Another advantage of doing this in the dressing room,” Sebastian says.
He winks at me, then leaves me dumbfounded and horny and stupidly hard as he skips off. I watch his tight ass as he flits through the dressing room, opening drawers that must belong to the other dancers. Either way, he returns with what we need, triumph turning his smile mischievous.
“Now hurry up and get inside me,” he says.
I probably should, but I’m disinclined to rush when he’s all mine for the taking. I accept the lube and condom, but when Sebastian faces the wall and braces his hands against it, I drop down to my knees. He twists to look over his shoulder, clearly wondering at my shift in focus. He shouldn’t worry; he’ll get what he wants tonight.
After I get what I want.
I grab him by the ass before he can ask questions or wonder aloud what I’m doing. He must suspect, and there’s absolutely no ambiguity when I dive in and lick him. He’s warm from all that dancing, his skin sweaty, but that just means more of him, and I dive in greedily to take it.
Sebastian gasps above me, his hips pushing at me. I give him what he wants, gripping his ass so I can get even closer and swirl my tongue around him. He responds with exquisite sensitivity to every swipe. His panting neverceases, even as his cries grow louder. I nearly get lost in tonguing over him, feeling every little reaction shiver into my mouth.
I get my hands involved as well, working lube onto my fingers so I can touch him while licking him. It’s glorious to feel him relax as I prod with fingers and tongue, but not as glorious as the way Sebastian’s voice rings out when I twist two fingers inside him while licking around him.
I pump, feeling the clench ease, listening to the beat of Sebastian’s cries as they lead and direct me. Despite Sebastian’s plans, I could stay here all night doing nothing but wringing pleasure out of him this way.
Only Sebastian whining my name drags me out of my frenzy. My cock is jabbing at my belly and howling for attention. Sebastian has a hand on himself, squeezing in order to hold himself back. We’re ready to break but reluctant to tip over the edge before we get a chance for more.
I force myself to stop licking and touching him. I can barely get the condom package open with how my hands tremble with eagerness. Never have I had so much trouble with something like this, but then again, never have I had a chance to do this with Sebastian. He’s not those guys I’d meet up with once and never see again. Running into him has upended and opened up my life, and I’m not going to manage to walk away so easily. That transforms even thismundane, simple operation into something laden with meaning.
I rise on unsteady legs and fit myself behind Sebastian. Our heights work to our advantage in this. I can angle at him, pressing the head of my cock against him without crouching too much. Straightening only serves to push me inside him, sinking me into his tight heat.
I think I’m the one groaning, but perhaps it’s both of us. The moment we connect, the dressing room and the muffled club music disappear. Sure, anyone could walk in right now, but I doubt it would even matter. The deeper I sink into him, the further I drift from anything outside of us.
“Fuck, Luke,” Sebastian groans. “It’s feels like you’re everywhere.”
“Sebastian,” I moan in response.
As I sheathe myself within him, I bend my head to trail my lips along his shoulder. I can feel his every breath as it presses his back against my chest. I set a hand at his hip, bracing my other hand on the wall. I could probably stay like this, but Sebastian starts to shift and squirm.
“Move,” he rasps. “I want to feel you.”
He bows forward a bit. I hold both hips before I start dragging myself back. He moans for every second of it, every inch, the sound winding through me like a deep frost and rendering me so brittle I could shatter. I’m barely moving that much, but apparently it’s enough. Both of usare groaning, and even without seeing his face, I’m sure Sebastian’s eyes are screwed up as tightly as mine.
“God, you feel good,” I gasp as I push back in.
Sebastian might answer, but the words dissolve into broken, strangled noises instead. I dig my fingers into his hips and work on finding a rhythm, though I don’t feel like I’m doing a great job of it. My body is beyond my control in this moment. It’s moving on its own, searching for more of Sebastian with every thrust. No matter how much of him I find, however, it’s never enough. It could never be enough. Not when it comes to him.
Sebastian braces hard against the wall and starts pushing himself back at me, rolling his perfect body to match with my thrusts. It’s like we were made for this, for each other. The way we fit together has us filling this dressing room with moans, with heat, with the slap of skin against skin. There’s no thought behind it, nothing conscious. It’s pure instinct, pure desire, pure physicality driving us toward each other with a force we can’t deny.
“Like that,” Sebastian cries. “God, yes, just like that.”
