The Mut and the Fae
@devillishfae
With thick music in his ears and liquor in his veins, it hadn’t taken the fae long to find someone to catch his attention. His youthful features almost had Santiago worried that he was in a spot he wasn’t supposed to be in. Well, until he had inquired about the lad’s age. Mid twenties. Well, that was a bit of a relief. Flirtations had turned into physical teasing; the pair of them testing each other’s boundaries to see if this was more than just banter. Which is how Santiago found him blissfully underneath Charlie’s naked form; his hands spreading the young man’s cheeks wide as his tongue toyed against his puckered whole. At some point, his own leather pants had been peeled off; leaving him in the sheer button up shirt he had worn for the night’s activities; his length swollen with arousal between his legs.
Going to the bar hadn’t been a new idea. He’d done this a million times before. He needed touch, needed that connection with another being too feel whole, to feel sane. But hooking up with a fae? Yeah, that was new.
The mix of Santiago’s charm, sexy accent and bit of alcohol in his system had been his undoing. Charlie wasn’t able to resist. And after a few flirty remarks tossed back and forth, the comments grew hotter and an invitation had been dropped. Seems he just couldn’t resist.
“O-oh god,” Charlie groaned, his back arching slightly as the fae explored his entrance with his tongue. And good god was the man good with his tongue. The cold touch of the others skin against his had been odd at first, but honestly enough a sensation that Charlie liked, especially once he realized that he wasn’t all bark. He just hoped he could keep up.
He reached down and gripped the other man’s cock, groaning again as he looked forward to feeling him thrusting it inside. But for now, he began to work his fist up and down the shaft, more teasing than anything.
