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[Written as Bartle. If you want smut, read on. If you want to laugh, replace every 'dick' or variation of it with 'baguette'. Obviously NSFW with swearing and sexy times]
'It's just a night out at the bar' you said. 'Everything'll be fine' you said.
Everything was not fine.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" is all you can manage to process as you grip the cheap buckle of Jesuis' belt and begin fumbling with the latch. Through your semi-drunken stupor and half lidded eyes you manage to unclasp the damned thing and undo the zipper of his trousers, laying eyes on Jesuis' half hard member pressing against the taught fabric of the dumbest Demo patterned boxers you've ever seen.
You palm at it, watching Jesuis' face as it twists in embarrassed pleasure. His cheeks tinge red and his breathing increases to a pant. You hate to admit it, but that asshole is so damn cute, and it's turning you on.
He urges you to get to it with a pained look towards you. You flash a shit eating smirk and grasp at the elastic of Jesuis' boxers, locking eyes with him as you pull them down. You hear the slightest gasp as cool air hits his exposed length mixed with your warm breath.
You take everything in for a moment; the pounding music playing outside the bathroom door, the crescendo and decrescendo of voices as they enter and exit, and the heavy atmosphere you thought impossible for a god damn bathroom stall -- the sensory overload is driving you nuts, and you wish for a moment to be able to shut off that terrible music. But then you return to the moment, and focus on the task at hand, literally.
Jesuis' shaft is relatively long, but not quite as thick as your own. You stare for a second as you unconsciously lick your lips. You move your head closer, placing a kiss on the tip then taking it into your mouth. You hear Jesuis inhale sharply and see him motion to cover his mouth.
With each bob of your head you swallow more and more of his length until you feel it hit the back of your throat. You hold back a cough and move back, swirling your tongue around his tip. You feel Jesuis' fingers comb through your hair and yank. God dammit. Having your hair pulled drives you wild, and you let it show. A small moan escapes from your mouth and vibrates around his member causing him to grip your hair tighter.
You get a steady rhythm and start bobbing your head and sliding his shaft in and out of your mouth, getting closer to the hilt with every pass. Jesuis becomes a slave to your rhythm as well, and jerks his hips to meet your throat. Every smacking sound elicited from your mouth is delicious, and you feel your saliva dripping down your chin. Jesuis pulls your hair to make your face meet his, and he begins to heighten his pace. Each thrust is difficult to take, but your gag reflex's been trained and your manage to keep up.
You know he's getting close; you can feel his member pulsing with each thrust to the back of your throat, and he's got two hands in your hair now as he literally fucks your mouth. You give him a pleading look while your lips are around his cock and that sends him over the edge. A single thrust and you feel him spurt down your throat.
He stands there for a moment, hands in your hair, leaned up against the stall door as he shudders.
It takes a moment but you manage to swallow, and Jesuis pulls out of your mouth and steadies himself. He's zipped his pants and composed himself a bit more when he joins you on the bathroom floor holding your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. You both smell of sweat and alcohol but none of that matters as you stay there for a moment and breath each other in.
'It's just a night out at the bar' you said. 'Everything'll be fine' you said.
Everything was not fine.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" is all you can manage to process as you grip the cheap buckle of Jesuis' belt and begin fumbling with the latch. Through your semi-drunken stupor and half lidded eyes you manage to unclasp the damned thing and undo the zipper of his trousers, laying eyes on Jesuis' half hard member pressing against the taught fabric of the dumbest Demo patterned boxers you've ever seen.
You palm at it, watching Jesuis' face as it twists in embarrassed pleasure. His cheeks tinge red and his breathing increases to a pant. You hate to admit it, but that asshole is so damn cute, and it's turning you on.
He urges you to get to it with a pained look towards you. You flash a shit eating smirk and grasp at the elastic of Jesuis' boxers, locking eyes with him as you pull them down. You hear the slightest gasp as cool air hits his exposed length mixed with your warm breath.
You take everything in for a moment; the pounding music playing outside the bathroom door, the crescendo and decrescendo of voices as they enter and exit, and the heavy atmosphere you thought impossible for a god damn bathroom stall -- the sensory overload is driving you nuts, and you wish for a moment to be able to shut off that terrible music. But then you return to the moment, and focus on the task at hand, literally.
Jesuis' shaft is relatively long, but not quite as thick as your own. You stare for a second as you unconsciously lick your lips. You move your head closer, placing a kiss on the tip then taking it into your mouth. You hear Jesuis inhale sharply and see him motion to cover his mouth.
With each bob of your head you swallow more and more of his length until you feel it hit the back of your throat. You hold back a cough and move back, swirling your tongue around his tip. You feel Jesuis' fingers comb through your hair and yank. God dammit. Having your hair pulled drives you wild, and you let it show. A small moan escapes from your mouth and vibrates around his member causing him to grip your hair tighter.
You get a steady rhythm and start bobbing your head and sliding his shaft in and out of your mouth, getting closer to the hilt with every pass. Jesuis becomes a slave to your rhythm as well, and jerks his hips to meet your throat. Every smacking sound elicited from your mouth is delicious, and you feel your saliva dripping down your chin. Jesuis pulls your hair to make your face meet his, and he begins to heighten his pace. Each thrust is difficult to take, but your gag reflex's been trained and your manage to keep up.
You know he's getting close; you can feel his member pulsing with each thrust to the back of your throat, and he's got two hands in your hair now as he literally fucks your mouth. You give him a pleading look while your lips are around his cock and that sends him over the edge. A single thrust and you feel him spurt down your throat.
He stands there for a moment, hands in your hair, leaned up against the stall door as he shudders.
It takes a moment but you manage to swallow, and Jesuis pulls out of your mouth and steadies himself. He's zipped his pants and composed himself a bit more when he joins you on the bathroom floor holding your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. You both smell of sweat and alcohol but none of that matters as you stay there for a moment and breath each other in.
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