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“Have you ever been sketched?”
Izzy held in a groan as he frantically stripped his cock, breathing hard out of his nose. That motherfucking fucker. What the fuck.
Sometimes he fucking hated himself. That prick’s condescending tone, the name-calling, the threat to fucking blackmail him of all things, all of it had already sent fire rushing into his groin. Then Lucius had the audacity to flirt on top of all of it, right in front of his fucking lover.
For a moment, Izzy had almost lost his head. He had shifted forward, his eyes locked on that fucker’s sassy mouth. He had felt like the sea was about to lift up and wash him down, as surely as he wanted Lucius to fucking follow through on his gauche little comments.
A whine fluttered out from Izzy’s throat against his will as he braced himself against the wall, stroking himself.
What if he had leaned forward and kissed Lucius? Or if Lucius had kissed him, grabbed his hair and tugged his head back sharply, using his height to overpower him. The other man could have done it. Izzy would have let him. His hand left the wall to tug at his own hair in a semblance of the sensation, and his knees felt weak.
He sank down, kneeling next to the wall, imagining Lucius shoving him down.
Aw, Dizzy Izzy. Can’t keep on your feet? Haha, look at him, Pete. He’s dying for it.
His breath caught in his throat. Fuck.
Lucius would have undone his pants and taken out his cock, teasing him with it, tracing it around his lips. Izzy would have stuck his tongue out, eyes glazed over, and lapped at it until Lucius finally fed it to him, pushing it through his lips and fucking his mouth. He would have been rough about it, teaching Izzy a fucking lesson. The laughs and jeers of the other men would have echoed around the ship, Pete’s eyes shining with arousal at the far corner of his vision.
Maybe Lucius would have slapped his face while he used him, or better yet, pressed a shoe against the straining erection in his pants.
Maybe, when Lucius was finished, they all would have used him.
“Ah, ah, Lucius, oh fuck,” Izzy gasped out, the shiver-rush of orgasm flooding through him. He shook from the sensation, white spurts of cum painting the wooden wall of the bathroom.
He trembled for some time, slowly coming down from the high. Almost immediately, regret began to set in.
“Shit.” Izzy whispered. He was never going to be able to look that fucker Lucius in the eye again.
“Shit.” Lucius whispered on the other side of the bathroom door, heat flooding his body. As quietly as possible, he stole back to his room— he had some business to take care of. He was never going to be able to look that fucker Izzy in the eye again.