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Closed || bedlam-faun
When the man moved towards him, Bucky barely managed to bite back a curse. This was it. This man would be the death of him. Be it his hips, his hand holding the glass of champagne, or his striking hazel eyes that were bound to be in Bucky’s dreams later on…
He handed the glass over, his eyes burning right in to those baby blue hues. There would be no holding back… he was already royally fucked and he knew it… might as well make this lap dance a master piece. He straddled the man, an arm braced on either side of him while his body rolled, moving in ways he’d always found a bit too intimate for clients.
It took almost all of Bucky’s willpower not to move in tandem with the others ministrations. At this pace, Bucky would be well on his way to half hard by the end of the song. Their eye contact was searing and undoubtedly one of the most intense things Bucky had ever experienced; he only broke it in order to take a large swig from the glass of champagne.
He didn’t believe in love at first sight… or at least he hadn’t until now. He’d only said a handful of words to this man and he already wanted to know everything about him. “Who are you?” He murmured breathlessly as he danced.
“J-James,” He stammered between heavy breaths, “But Bucky, god, I go by Bucky.” He was lost. Lost not only in the undulation of his hips or the heat of his gaze, but in the shadows which pooled in his collarbone, in the slight stubble on his jaw, in the dark waves of his hair, in the faint cuspids bow of his lips…
“James…”He purred, savoring the beautiful name, like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. “You’re gorgeous.” The stripper breathed, a hand running down the other man’s chest.
Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut at the sound and his breath hitched. “And you’re divine.” He murmured, back arching to press into the touch before he could remember the legalities of their situation.
“Am I?” The man chuckled, moving against the other male with a practiced sensuality. “You have no idea.”
“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my pants in a few minutes if you’re not careful,” he muttered, “and I don’t even know your name.”
“Aegipan.” He replied, sighing and settling to sit on Bucky’s lap, both hands gripping the back of the chair. “But you can just call me an, of you want.”
His eyes traversed the stripper’s face, studying his expression carefully, still hesitant despite the attraction seeming to be mutual. “Well, Pan, do you get off work anytime soon?”
“Two.” He replied, his hips rocking forward, less of a dance and more of a soft grinding to relieve some heat. “I’d be up for getting some food…”
“Alright, yeah,” he murmured, shifting slightly underneath him as he gave a small nod, “food is good.” The dancer smiled gently before drinking what little champagne remained in his glass.
Pan chuckled and stood up off of the man’s lap as the song ended. “ You look like you enjoyed this.” He smiled, biting his lip.
“How could I not?” He shot back with a crooked smile and a laugh. Bucky followed suit and stood, adjusting his pants the best he could to avoid any more harassment from Clint.
He smiled and ran a hand through his own hair, the other adjusting the bulge in his underwear. “This is so weird.”
WA-PISH!
“Pan!” the omega scolded, blushing but unable to fight off a smile “That kinda hurt” he said, reaching back to rub at the spot as he turned to face the other
“Maybe we should take some classes, learn to cook together.” He suggested, pulling two beers from the fridge and handing one back to Oliver with a smile. “How about some thai curry? It’s vegan and fucking delicious.” He replied, looking down at the menu as he popped the bottle open.
He took the beer and moved over to go and sit on the counter again, poping open his own bottle and took a nice long sip. “Curry sounds nice as long as its not to spicy” he said, smiling and then took another sip. “Oh lots of rice with it.”
Pan picked up the phone, then settled against the counter between his mate’s legs, preparing to call them. “You can get whatever you want, baby. You don’t have to eat the same thing I do.”
Closed || bedlam-faun
When the man moved towards him, Bucky barely managed to bite back a curse. This was it. This man would be the death of him. Be it his hips, his hand holding the glass of champagne, or his striking hazel eyes that were bound to be in Bucky’s dreams later on…
He handed the glass over, his eyes burning right in to those baby blue hues. There would be no holding back… he was already royally fucked and he knew it… might as well make this lap dance a master piece. He straddled the man, an arm braced on either side of him while his body rolled, moving in ways he’d always found a bit too intimate for clients.
It took almost all of Bucky’s willpower not to move in tandem with the others ministrations. At this pace, Bucky would be well on his way to half hard by the end of the song. Their eye contact was searing and undoubtedly one of the most intense things Bucky had ever experienced; he only broke it in order to take a large swig from the glass of champagne.
He didn’t believe in love at first sight… or at least he hadn’t until now. He’d only said a handful of words to this man and he already wanted to know everything about him. “Who are you?” He murmured breathlessly as he danced.
“J-James,” He stammered between heavy breaths, “But Bucky, god, I go by Bucky.” He was lost. Lost not only in the undulation of his hips or the heat of his gaze, but in the shadows which pooled in his collarbone, in the slight stubble on his jaw, in the dark waves of his hair, in the faint cuspids bow of his lips…
“James…”He purred, savoring the beautiful name, like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. “You’re gorgeous.” The stripper breathed, a hand running down the other man’s chest.
Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut at the sound and his breath hitched. “And you’re divine.” He murmured, back arching to press into the touch before he could remember the legalities of their situation.
“Am I?” The man chuckled, moving against the other male with a practiced sensuality. “You have no idea.”
“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my pants in a few minutes if you’re not careful,” he muttered, “and I don’t even know your name.”
“Aegipan.” He replied, sighing and settling to sit on Bucky’s lap, both hands gripping the back of the chair. “But you can just call me an, of you want.”
His eyes traversed the stripper’s face, studying his expression carefully, still hesitant despite the attraction seeming to be mutual. “Well, Pan, do you get off work anytime soon?”
“Two.” He replied, his hips rocking forward, less of a dance and more of a soft grinding to relieve some heat. “I’d be up for getting some food…”
“Alright, yeah,” he murmured, shifting slightly underneath him as he gave a small nod, “food is good.” The dancer smiled gently before drinking what little champagne remained in his glass.
Pan chuckled and stood up off of the man’s lap as the song ended. “ You look like you enjoyed this.” He smiled, biting his lip.
WA-PISH!
“Pan!” the omega scolded, blushing but unable to fight off a smile “That kinda hurt” he said, reaching back to rub at the spot as he turned to face the other
“Oh! Oh, no we can definitely cook something.” Pan didn’t cook much on his own, but he was willing to try. “Uhm…” He scratched at the scruff on his cheek and pulled open the fridge to see what was inside. “How about stir-fry? I’ll cut the veggies while you cook them?”
Walking back up behind the other, hugging him from behind “We can order in Pan. It means more time just snuggling my alpha” he smiled and nuzzled into his back between his shoulder blades. “Besides, Im not a very good cook” he grinned at that and leaned up to place a soft kiss to the back of the alphas neck “What do you want from the Thai place?”
“Maybe we should take some classes, learn to cook together.” He suggested, pulling two beers from the fridge and handing one back to Oliver with a smile. “How about some thai curry? It’s vegan and fucking delicious.” He replied, looking down at the menu as he popped the bottle open.
WA-PISH!
“Pan!” the omega scolded, blushing but unable to fight off a smile “That kinda hurt” he said, reaching back to rub at the spot as he turned to face the other
“I didn’t mean to spank you so hard, baby.” He apologized, pressing a kiss to his mate’s cheek. “Sometimes I can’t gauge my strength.”
He smiled and kissed his cheek in return again, then leaned back into his alphas chest with a content sigh. “Its alright. I dont mind the flirting” his mark was tingiling with his alph so close to him. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Hmmm…” He thought, leaning his head against Oliver’s, his arms wrapping around his waist. “Thai? I love Thai food.”
He allowed himself to be wrapped up in Pan’s arms and he gave him a small smile “Well I meant more something I could home cook for you but Thai is a god one to order in sure” reaching out he grabbed up ont of the dinner menus they put on the fridge “What would you like?” he asked, leaning into his alphas chest
“Oh! Oh, no we can definitely cook something.” Pan didn’t cook much on his own, but he was willing to try. “Uhm...” He scratched at the scruff on his cheek and pulled open the fridge to see what was inside. “How about stir-fry? I’ll cut the veggies while you cook them?”
WA-PISH!
“Pan!” the omega scolded, blushing but unable to fight off a smile “That kinda hurt” he said, reaching back to rub at the spot as he turned to face the other
“I didn’t mean to spank you so hard, baby.” He apologized, pressing a kiss to his mate’s cheek. “Sometimes I can’t gauge my strength.”
He smiled and kissed his cheek in return again, then leaned back into his alphas chest with a content sigh. “Its alright. I dont mind the flirting” his mark was tingiling with his alph so close to him. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Hmmm...” He thought, leaning his head against Oliver’s, his arms wrapping around his waist. “Thai? I love Thai food.”
the omega whined some, his arms looping around the alphas neck so he could press his face into his shoulder. His wolf was happy inside him, the way the alphas mark and cock felt on and in him making everything buzz with pleasure
“You like that, Puppy?” He whispered, a hand reching between them to stroke his mate’s length. “I want to fill you up over and over.”
Oliver nodded, giving the elder a wide grin “I would really like that” he purred, leaning up to capture his alphas lips while moving his hips up a bit, trying to get more of the touch to his cock
Getting onto his knees carefully, he laid his lover on his back and began to thrust in and out of him deeply, while his hand worked in time.
WA-PISH!
“Pan!” the omega scolded, blushing but unable to fight off a smile “That kinda hurt” he said, reaching back to rub at the spot as he turned to face the other
“Aaaaaaawww… Sorry, Puppy. Let me make it all better?” He purred, reaching to gently knead the Omega’s rear and pull him flush against his own body.
Being pulled closer to his alpha made his blush darken but his wolf whine so he smiled over his shoulder at him and leaned in to softly kiss his cheek “You always make things better”
“I didn’t mean to spank you so hard, baby.” He apologized, pressing a kiss to his mate’s cheek. “Sometimes I can’t gauge my strength.”
"Look, I'm not saying I'm hornier than I probably ever have been... but...."
“We can try, but I’m not promising happy results.”
He groaned and flopped back. “I know! I know… I just miss sex.”
He was quiet for a moment, opting not to look at Pan as his hands fiddled with one of his brushes. “I’m sorry.” He felt terrible that he couldn’t give Pan what he wanted.
“It’s not your fault, Ru. You can’t control this.”
Both arms wrapped tightly around the Omega, pulling him close to reciprocate the neck kisses. Pan was in a frenzy, his wolf was howling, fighting to breed this Omega like an animal.
“Pan,please” he groaned and pressed their naked bodies pressed together, arching up so he could feel him more pressed together. “Take me. Make me every bit yours, please. My beautiful Alpha”
Pan let out a growl and reached down to guide his large cock in to his mate’s dripping wet hole. It stretched around him as he sunk in to the hilt. “Fuck.”
the omega whined some, his arms looping around the alphas neck so he could press his face into his shoulder. His wolf was happy inside him, the way the alphas mark and cock felt on and in him making everything buzz with pleasure
“You like that, Puppy?” He whispered, a hand reching between them to stroke his mate’s length. “I want to fill you up over and over.”
I got dogs……
“Three cute babies.”
WA-PISH!
“Pan!” the omega scolded, blushing but unable to fight off a smile “That kinda hurt” he said, reaching back to rub at the spot as he turned to face the other
“Aaaaaaawww... Sorry, Puppy. Let me make it all better?” He purred, reaching to gently knead the Omega’s rear and pull him flush against his own body.
Closed || bedlam-faun
When the man moved towards him, Bucky barely managed to bite back a curse. This was it. This man would be the death of him. Be it his hips, his hand holding the glass of champagne, or his striking hazel eyes that were bound to be in Bucky’s dreams later on…
He handed the glass over, his eyes burning right in to those baby blue hues. There would be no holding back… he was already royally fucked and he knew it… might as well make this lap dance a master piece. He straddled the man, an arm braced on either side of him while his body rolled, moving in ways he’d always found a bit too intimate for clients.
It took almost all of Bucky’s willpower not to move in tandem with the others ministrations. At this pace, Bucky would be well on his way to half hard by the end of the song. Their eye contact was searing and undoubtedly one of the most intense things Bucky had ever experienced; he only broke it in order to take a large swig from the glass of champagne.
He didn’t believe in love at first sight… or at least he hadn’t until now. He’d only said a handful of words to this man and he already wanted to know everything about him. “Who are you?” He murmured breathlessly as he danced.
“J-James,” He stammered between heavy breaths, “But Bucky, god, I go by Bucky.” He was lost. Lost not only in the undulation of his hips or the heat of his gaze, but in the shadows which pooled in his collarbone, in the slight stubble on his jaw, in the dark waves of his hair, in the faint cuspids bow of his lips…
“James…”He purred, savoring the beautiful name, like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. “You’re gorgeous.” The stripper breathed, a hand running down the other man’s chest.
Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut at the sound and his breath hitched. “And you’re divine.” He murmured, back arching to press into the touch before he could remember the legalities of their situation.
“Am I?” The man chuckled, moving against the other male with a practiced sensuality. “You have no idea.”
“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my pants in a few minutes if you’re not careful,” he muttered, “and I don’t even know your name.”
“Aegipan.” He replied, sighing and settling to sit on Bucky’s lap, both hands gripping the back of the chair. “But you can just call me an, of you want.”
His eyes traversed the stripper’s face, studying his expression carefully, still hesitant despite the attraction seeming to be mutual. “Well, Pan, do you get off work anytime soon?”
“Two.” He replied, his hips rocking forward, less of a dance and more of a soft grinding to relieve some heat. “I’d be up for getting some food...”
"Look, I'm not saying I'm hornier than I probably ever have been... but...."
“We can try, but I’m not promising happy results.”
“Ru, I try to keep it under control, but I’m not great at this celibacy crap.”
“I know and I would be more active if I could. I just.. If I don’t get it up I don’t want you to be disappointed. Though I don’t mind just using my mouth if you need me to. I’ve done it before.” he scratched at the back of his head, really just worried Pan would get frustrated with it all.
He groaned and flopped back. “I know! I know... I just miss sex.”