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Without even thinking about it, Talon's fingers moved to tangle in the stranger's hair and he relaxed almost immediately into the ground. "I have a habit of being right, remember that," he teased lightly before leaning up and nipping right back at the other's lower lip.
Talon felt almost virginal. It was almost embarrassing how enthralled he was with the private show. Was it because he could tell that this wasn't Ethan's default state? It might have been. That he had seen the literal evolution between shy man who wasn't sure about being kissed to sort of nervous dancer to... this. The heat that built in his chest brought a flush clear to his ears, made his whole face feel hot and his mouth go dry. All he could think about was sliding his tongue along that perfect cock and-
Before he could even finish the thought, he felt sure hands slowing him down and he was brought back to the present by the sound of his voice. At least one of them had the wherewithal to slow down when he needed it, because Talon was at risk for just ruining the whole thing right then and there. "I-I want you," he said, his voice still thick with lust. "Please, Ethan, I f-, god I need you now."
Ethan bit his lip, trying rather unsuccessfully to hold back his grin. Heād been hoping Talon would say something along those lines. Excitement was bubbling in his stomach now right alongside the already intense arousal. The irony of how fully their interactions had 180ā²d since theyād come into this room wasnāt lost on him. Heād definitely have to laugh about it - but later. Much later. Right now he knew what he wanted and his primary interest was in making it happen as quickly as possible. Lifting himself up slightly, Ethan slid his first and middle finger into his mouth and coated both with saliva. Reaching back over his hip he began to tease his hole, tensing at first and then relaxing with a small groan.
If Ethan hadn't already proven so damn good at putting on a show, Talon might have argued a little. He liked this part, liked the doing, the relaxing. He liked watching people come undone under his hands. But this already was shaping up to be far, far more fun than anything he could have done himself. His own cock twitched valiantly at the sight, brows coming together in a look that might have been desperation. "Fuck," he whispered, watching Ethan as he started to tease himself. "You are... so fucking beautiful," he said as his fingers itched to reach out and do a little touching of his own. Never great at impulse control, he let them curl around Ethan's cock, steadying the other male a little with one hand on his hip before he bit down on his lower lip and stroked the other's cock in a slow, steady rhythm.
Seymour chuckled against Talonās skin as he heard him moan and felt him squirm, divesting the other of his shirt so he could lick around his nipple and catch it gently with his teeth.
The fingers against his scalp were sending erotic little sparks across his skin and he couldnāt help the hum of approval that sounded deep in his throat.
His breath caught in the back of his throat all over again, and Talon couldn't help but tug lightly on the hair tangled in his fingers. The low sound from the man's throat sent a shockwave all its own through his body, and he made it his mission that night to get as many of those sounds out of the Englishman's mouth as he could. After another long moment, Talon gently lifted the man's face to greet his and with a small grin once again caught his lips in a kiss, though there was much more behind it this time.
āIt doesnāt take much to your clothes off kid,ā Ryker quipped when he was so quick to throw out past experiences.Ā Ryker was never a fan of hitting the strip clubs. Ā He hated that he could look but not touch, and those that he did manage to enter he was kicked out later in the night for getting too fresh with someone. Ā "Is that all youāve got for credentials, stripping?ā
"If you think stripping is easy, I'd really, really like to see you try it and be near as good at it as I was," he said with a short snort before shaking his head a little, letting his shoulders lift and fall in a heavy shrug. "That might be the case, but it might not be, also."
He cocked an eyebrow as he gave the man a once over, one of the newest staff members he was certain, but he couldnāt quite put a name to him. Ā His brother was always so much better at knowing who was who around here. Ā "You think youāre up for the job of being a companion?ā Ā He took another drink as he shook his head, "I wouldnāt play too close to the fire, you might get burnedā¦ā
Talon couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth turn up in a small grin. "All due respect, sir, that sounds a little ridiculous," he said as he took another step closer, though still maintained a fair amount of distance between the pair. "If I didn't think I was up for the job, sir, I wouldn't be here."
Ethan hummed a mischievous little noise against Talonās lips, rolling his hips forward so that his length dragged across the other manās.Ā āI have a lot left to go,ā he whispered teasingly,Ā āBut first I need to knowā do you like to top or bottom? I like to switch, so Iām fine with whatever you like.ā He flashed Talon a quick grin and then fell to nipping along the otherās beautiful jawline. It felt good to have confidence for once, even if it was almost certainly destined to be short-lived.
"I prefer to top, but I like to switch too," he answered between quiet hitches of breath as he let his fingers wander up and down the brunette's sides, tilting his head a little as he felt his blunt teeth grazing along his jaw line. That pulled goosebumps straight out of his skin, his body coming alight again. The boy really was exceedingly beautiful when he seemed confident in himself, and Talon apparently couldn't keep his hands off of him in general. Now, though, he was absolutely irresistible.
āTalon,ā he murmured again, just an erratic puff of hot breath against the side of the manās neck. Ethan drank in each kiss and he reached out with a faint whine when Talon started to move away again, even though he knew that a pause would be necessary at some point to remove the rest of their clothes. His fingers were hunting blindly for the waistband of his own briefs when they were suddenly gone, startling a breathy laugh from him.Ā āThank god,ā Ethan mumbled, arching naked on the bed and reaching out for Talon again until his hands landed on some patch of skin - the manās shoulders. He shivered over the kisses to his body, writhing a little in the pleasure of them, but he needed more than just that now.Ā āCāmere.ā He pulled Talon down, smiling at him before their lips met in another kiss while their limbs tangled together. Ethan rolled them over and straddled Talonās hips, his breath hitching sharply as he rubbed their stiff cocks together, finally with no barrier between.Ā āI didnāt get to finish my performance,ā he pointed out, his tone playful as he leaned down and caught Talonās lips with his own.
Soon he was being pulled up towards Ethan's mouth, eagerly accepting each one of his kisses over and over again with more of his own. His whole body felt like a live wire, like every touch was sending jolts straight through his body. The redhead wanted to respond verbally to his cues, but found it difficult to even speak while they were bare skin on bare skin, so close nothing could have pulled them apart. And when he was rolled over, a boyish smirk crossed his face as he looked up at that beautiful boy above him and for a long moment it was clear in his expression that in that moment there was no one else in the world but Ethan. The bed could have caught fire and he would have kept watching. It was the little roll of Ethan's hips that slid cock against cock that jolted Talon out of his daydream this time, a smirk crossing his face as he leaned forward and caught Ethan's kiss with more of his own, this time with much more heat behind it. When Talon relaxed against the bed again, his hands found their way to the other boy's hips and he grinned, finally finding words. "No, you didn't," he said, voice throaty and hoarse, thick with arousal. "I'm eager to see the rest, though."
The redhead couldn't help the soft moans as they left his lips, drawn out each time by the press of that warm mouth against his exposed skin. Nerve endings went alight, he couldn't help squirm on top of the man as he let his fingers tangle in his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp. His heart thudded hard in his chest as his excitement and anticipation level grew.
Talon hummed quietly in appreciation as he felt Seymour deepen their kiss. It was quiet and understated, leaving more to the imagination. And it was incredibly sweet. His own fingers stayed glued to the other's face, learning its lines and dips and edges as his free hand found the material in the man's shirt and held tight. Each time their mouths disconnected, Talon brushed his nose against the older man's, urging him to continue as he attempted to learn him, inside and out.
Talon had no problem leaning closer, smelling that whiskey-sweet breath as it drifted his way. His bright green eyes trailed from Seymour's lips up to his eyes as he waited, as if trying to decide what to say. "I think I'd like that very much," he agreed with a slow nod before not waiting for the old man to make the move. Talon carefully pressed his mouth into the other's, drawing him nearer as he did so.
When his hands hit the bed on either side of Ethan he had only a fraction of a second to look down on the man he was suddenly so desperate to explore before he felt frantic lips searching his out. He was nothing but thankful that he wasnāt alone in his sudden neediness, that this wasnāt someone paying for his attention, that this was just to people coming together in this sort of embrace.
Despite Talonās profession, he too was quite inexperienced. Heād only had one consistent sexual partner to speak of, and that man was long gone. So far, he had no interactions in the Haus save for this one, and while he wanted to make it last, he was completely aware that it likely wouldnāt. Not the first time, anyway. And that was more than fine with him, there was always time for round two. The second he felt that eager tongue, he parted his lips and accepted him inside, greeting him with his own tongue.
Talon found himself needing to pull away for a moment, his skin craving contact. The second he did, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, immediately moving back down again to claim the other manās mouth in a heated kiss, resuming exactly where they left off. Now, there was skin on skin, and Talon couldnāt get enough of it.
Ethan made a muffled sound of bliss and relief the moment Talonās lips parted and he was able to slide his tongue between them. It felt like he was only able to enjoy the new access for a few seconds though before the other was pulling away. A worried look crossed Ethanās face as he immediately wondered what heād done wrong, but he calmed in the next instant once he realized Talon was only removing his shirt. That sat perfectly well with Ethan. Grinning as Talon returned to him, Ethan met him in the kiss and wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, arching a little in anticipation of the contact between their chests. Ethan sighed happily and pulled Talon down against him, his brain finally catching up a little bit with his body. His erection, still rock hard, was now straining against Talonās hip. Ethan rolled his hips up experimentally and a low hum echoed up out of his throat and into Talonās mouth. He fed one slightly shaking hand down between their bodies until his fingers found the otherās hardened crotch. Ethan began to rub him steadily through his pants.Ā
Warm fingers found the ridge of his cock through his pants and he could only curse himself for not losing them earlier in the day. He couldn't help himself as he rolled his hips down into Ethan's hand, his mouth still working a steady pace against the other's. Into his mouth, he panted quietly, "God, Ethan," as heat kept twisting, arousal kept pooling, and again he knew he'd lose it then and there if they didn't stop. So he pulled away once more, but not before placing a few frantic pecs to the other boy's lips and jaw as he stood up and started to rid himself of his clothes. It was a chance to get a breather, a chance to calm down, to make this last a little longer, but he found soon that the distance alone was enough to make him more hot for it. When he finally did crawl back on the bed, it was to hook his fingers in the fabric of Ethan's underthings and yank them down in a quick motion before he pressed lazy kisses down the man's chest and abdomen.
Talon landed in the older man's lap with considerable grace and a slow smile turned the corner of his mouth upward. When he felt those sure fingers teasing the sharp lines of his well-built back, he couldn't help the involuntary shiver that raced from his spine to the back of his ears all over again.
"No?" he said as he let his own fingers start to wander, starting at the sharp cut of Seymour's jaw and leading down his neck. "How can I make you more relaxed?" he asked, a coy grin pulling at his lips again.
Talon couldn't hide the slight flush that crept through his cheeks and up his ears at the other's sudden close attention, though he didn't speak on it. He simply nodded by way of thanks and finished the walk to Seymour's room in silence. He felt oddly at ease, something he didn't expect even when the company was this nice.
Talon stepped inside and looked around. The accommodations were wonderful up here, and while he felt mildly out of place, he didn't let it get to him. At the offer of another drink, Talon shook his head and smiled kindly. "If I have much more I'm going to be on the table dancing, that's not the impression of me you want, I promise," he laughed quietly before approaching the man and guiding him to a seat. "Relax. Let me make you comfortable."
When his hands hit the bed on either side of Ethan he had only a fraction of a second to look down on the man he was suddenly so desperate to explore before he felt frantic lips searching his out. He was nothing but thankful that he wasn't alone in his sudden neediness, that this wasn't someone paying for his attention, that this was just to people coming together in this sort of embrace.
Despite Talon's profession, he too was quite inexperienced. He'd only had one consistent sexual partner to speak of, and that man was long gone. So far, he had no interactions in the Haus save for this one, and while he wanted to make it last, he was completely aware that it likely wouldn't. Not the first time, anyway. And that was more than fine with him, there was always time for round two. The second he felt that eager tongue, he parted his lips and accepted him inside, greeting him with his own tongue.
Talon found himself needing to pull away for a moment, his skin craving contact. The second he did, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, immediately moving back down again to claim the other man's mouth in a heated kiss, resuming exactly where they left off. Now, there was skin on skin, and Talon couldn't get enough of it.
Ethan put on a marvelous show, and had Talon been any more patient he would have been more than happy to let it go on, to watch those lightheaded little grins that left the other manās lips parted and just slightly flushed. As it was, however, Talon wasnāt patient. Never had been. And when their bodies found a rhythm all their own, Talon found a whole new kind of show waiting for him.
He felt Ethanās weight relax against him and that alone was enough to make him dissolve into a puddle of desire. He held it together well enough, though, and as Ethanās fingers wound themselves in his hair, his own fingers were drifting ever lower until they joined his new friendās other hand. Together, their fingers danced along the prominent ridge of Ethanās cock as it pressed and strained against the fabric of his underthings. That little noise drove a full fledged twitch through Talonās already raging erection, that little expletive as it pass his lips sounded like gospel in itself. He could have listened all day. His own breath was coming in heavy, hitched pants even though he was entirely unaware of that fact, and even as Ethan pulled him in to kiss him, he was only made aware of how on fire he felt when he saw it mirrored in the other manās actions.
The kiss was slow and passionate, not a fight for dominance or survival. There was no urge to control behind it, it was simply what it was. A kiss. Talonās mouth moved expertly over the other maleās, tongue gingerly pressing to the otherās lips to seek approval to go further. The music had switched, and was now long forgotten as the pair of them moved to whatever rhythm they could find together. Talon moved the hand that had been stroking along Ethanās clothed length and dipped it under the band of his underwear, eagerly searching for the weight of his cock in his hand. When he found it, he grasped tightly and moaned into the kiss. This was a level of eroticism he had yet to experience.
Ethan pulled in a rough gasp, his body bowing back as he felt the first brush of Talonās fingers against his naked shaft. Instinctively his hips thrust up, rocking harder against Talonās hand, begging for more. The pressure and the heat of his skin pulled a low groan out of him that tapered off into a whimper, both of which were now muffled by the kiss. The sense of light-headedness hadnāt dissipated and had in fact gotten worse, and Ethanās legs were feeling like they might give out soon. He continued to pump his hips up though, fucking himself slowly and erotically through the tight circle of Talonās fist. He finally had to break the connection between their mouths to get a full breath of air, but he exhaled it almost immediately in a long and needy moan. Ethan knew he could and very well might come from this, and embarrassingly soon if nothing changed about the way the other man was touching him. Blearily he opened his eyes, trying to make some kind of sense of the situation. They were in a playroom after all and there was a bed nearby ā somewhere. He was sure heād seen it when theyād first come in, but fuck if he could focus enough to find it now.Ā āTalon,ā he whimpered, tugging on the manās hair in an attempt to get his attention.Ā āC-can weā bed.. whereāā
It was a good thing Ethan had thought to tug on his hair a little, otherwise he might have just whined slightly and sought out his lips once more. At the question, his own racing mind glanced around all directions. Bed, yes, okay, bed, find a bed. Of course there would be one in the room, but was this really where he wanted to sink into this man? It wasn't ideal, sure. It didn't have the comforts of his room, the familiar smell, the warm lighting. But he also didn't want to waste time he could be using to taste him by running back to one of their rooms, even if it would be a little less rushed than this. "There," he said, his voice little more than a deep husk as he slid his hand free from the other's underthings and turned him around. Talon pressed the pair of them together, chest to chest, as he ducked down to kiss Ethan once more, this time with far more passion than before. Slowly, he started to advance, backing the other male up until the reached the perfectly made bed in the corner.
