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“Hey, pal. Rough night?”
The big, scruffy-faced bartender was drying a glass, when this guy walked in—barely more than a kid, really—and flung himself down on a barstool. Nothing new. Gallagher had seen this a thousand times. Some poor sap, down on his luck or just got dumped, dragging his ass into the bar for some liquid comfort. This kid was prettier than most, but it was all the same story. He didn’t look too down on his luck. He was wearing gold-framed aviators at night, and just his watch was worth more than Gallagher’s quarterly take-home, not to mention all the other jewelry. So it must be the latter.
“What’s it to you?” The kid glared up at him, with big lilac eyes.
They had a pale-blue ring around the pupils, and gave his gorgeousness a little twist of crazy. Not that crazy was totally unattractive. Especially with a face and body like his. Gallagher set a rocks glass on the bar, poured two fingers of whiskey into it, and pushed it toward him.
The kid looked down at it, then up at him, hackles up and bristling. “I didn’t even order anything.”
“First one’s on the house, for guys who look as down and out as you,” Gallagher said, hanging the bar towel over his shoulder. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“Why don’t you get a shirt that fits,” the kid retorted, but he grabbed the glass and threw it back in one go.
Gallagher stifled a smile, at the gag and bitter grimace the kid tried to conceal. “Wanna try something else? Maybe something that doesn’t bite back so hard?”
“Tch. No,” the kid sniffed, crossing his arms. “I liked that one just fine. Give me another of the same.”
Gallagher shrugged his broad, burly shoulders and poured him another. He really was busting out of this shirt. He didn’t care how he looked, and didn’t notice his own state of disarray, till the kid mentioned it. Now he was aware that he’d left the bottom buttons of his shirt open and half of it untucked. He could feel the fabric, straining across his broad chest, buttons barely holding together. At least the gaps were sort of covered by his rumpled, half-undone tie. And his pants fit just fine…pretty much.
Whatever. Not his fault he’d put on like thirty pounds of muscle, since they issued him his uniform a hundred years ago. What was he supposed to do, buy a new one? With money? Fuck that, he could still get the clothes onto his person, so they fit. He made no move to adjust his appearance, and went back to drying glasses.
The kid had thrown back the second drink, and looked like he’d swallowed fire. Which was probably how it felt. He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and Gallagher snapped his fingers to produce a red flame, with which he lit it for him. Most people were delighted by that trick. The kid just scowled.
“Ugh, what did you give me to drink, lighter fluid?” he groused. “Vodka soda, this time.”
“Sure, but I’m a pusher, remember. First hit’s free…”
The kid sneered and plunked a fat wad of cash down on the bar. “I don’t need any charity, creep. I’m paying for all my drinks. Including the lighter fluid.”
Gallagher tossed ice in a glass, poured in the vodka, and sprayed the top down with soda. Then he stuck a couple maraschino cherries on a little green cocktail sword and poked it into the drink, which he slid across the bar with a sarcastic flourish. The kid snorted out a laugh then cleared his throat to pretend like he didn’t.
“You know, you didn’t ask for my ID, Mr. Bartender,” he said, swirling the ice with his cherry sword. He picked it up and sucked one flirtatiously into his mouth, leaving a little pink wetness on his bottom lip. “I might not even be old enough to drink.”
“You are.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. Being in this business as long as me, you get a sixth sense for people’s ages. Bet I can guess yours within a month.”
The kid’s pupils dilated a little. “What are the stakes?”
“If I’m right, within a one-month margin of error, you tell me what’s got you acting like a wet cat, tonight. If I’m wrong, drinks are on me, till closing.”
“Tch. You’re on,” he said, leaning forward eagerly. “Gimme your best shot, old man.”
The little wager sure put a spark in him. That must be his vice. Everyone had one, be it booze or gambling or dream tripping. Gallagher leaned his elbows on the counter, looking him closely in the face. The kid grinned and looked nonchalant, but his pupils dilated even more, and a little flush appeared on the tips of his ears. So that was his other vice. Sex. God damn.
Gallagher squinted his eyes appraisingly, then stood back, rubbing the scruffy stubble on his chin. “You are…twenty…twenty four…and two—three months. Twenty-four and three months, final answer.”
The kid’s look of blank astonishment was completely genuine, and made Gallagher laugh.
“What the hell! How did you know that!” he demanded. “You must’ve cheated somehow!”
“I told ya, just years and years of experience. So, pay up.” Gallagher slapped the counter with his palm. “Tell me what’s got a pretty kid like you down enough to go looking for booze in a place like this.”
“It’s nothing much,” the kid muttered, looking down at his smoldering cigarette butt. “It’s just…this guy.”
Gallagher set a clean ash tray in front of him. “Heh. Always is. Too clingy, or not clingy enough?”
“It’s not like that, he’s like…controlling,” the kid said, angrily grinding out the butt. “He’s always telling me what to do and how to behave, like he’s my dad, or something. And criticizing everything I do. Nothing is ever good enough for him.”
Gallagher listened, while he refilled the vodka soda and stuck cherries on another cocktail sword. The kid stirred the drink around and then chewed on one, wetting his lips with more pink juice. Gallagher licked his own lips unconsciously.
“And he thinks he’s so far above everyone,” the kid was saying, getting more worked up the more he drank and talked. “He’s always going on and on about how stupidity is a plague and the universe is infested with idiots. He even calls me stupid!”
“What, to your face?”
“Yeah! All the time! It’s always ‘Ven, you’re not thinking logically’ and ‘You’re being irrational’ and ‘Try using your brain, for once’. Like he’s so much better than me, just cause he’s in some stupid club for so-called geniuses.”
“Doesn’t sound like a very nice guy,” Gallagher said, lighting the kid’s new cigarette.
The kid puffed out a cloud of white smoke. “He’s not! He’s a complete jerk!”
“Why don’t you dump his ass, find someone who treats you right?” Gallagher suggested, freshening up his drink, again. “Plenty of fish in the sea. Good lookin’ kid like you could do a lot better.”
“I could do a lot better, thank you. Like, maybe…a big, sexy daddy, like you,” the kid said, with a flirty wink.
“Lot better than me, I hope,” Gallagher snorted. “I’m a boring old man with a dead-end job. There’s a whole universe out there, full of guys who are a lot more interesting than me.”
“You’re not…that old,” the kid said diplomatically. “If you don’t like your job, why not go try something else? You just said there’s a whole universe out there.”
“I like my job just fine. All I said was it’s a dead end, which it is. That’s the way I like it. Got no motivation to go try anything else. That’s a young man’s game.”
The kid drained his glass and plunked it down. “Listen, y—uh. I don’t know your name.”
“Gallagher. Most folks just call me Gal.”
“People call you Gal?” the kid smirked, snuffing his cigarette. “Ok, Gal. I’m Aventurine. My friends call me Ven. You can, too, I guess.”
“I’m honored,” Gallagher chuckled. “Good to meet you, Ven.”
“As I was saying—top me up, huh? As I was saying, Gal. You’re not even fooling me with that boring old man bullshit, ok? You’re way too hot to be a normal bartender. You’ve got muscles for days and you’re covered in scars. You look like you’ve seen some shit. I bet you were a hit man, or something, and you came here to escape from your dark past.”
A muscle in Gallagher’s jaw twitched, but he laughed offhandedly. “Sure, sure. I abjured my life of crime and chose to spend my peaceful retirement in this lunatic-circus, slinging booze for delusional aristocrats cause…I’m a masochist, I guess.”
“I don’t know what kinky shit you’re into.” The kid was slurring his words a little, now, and his pale skin was flushed warm, from the booze. “For all I know you’re some…some kind of sex pervert. Maybe you get off on seeing people all miserable and shitfaced.”
Gallagher just chuckled again, and kept wiping down the bar.
“Gal. Gal.” the kid said, leaning tipsily forward. “I don’t really think you’re a sex pervert, I just—I’m just joking around.”
“I know. I think you might be a little drunk, though. Maybe it’s time to slow down.”
The kid bridled up indignantly. “Tch. I’ll slow down when I’m good and ready. You just keep ‘em coming. More cherries, too!”
“Aventurine.”
A low, stern voice cut through the background noise and clink of glassware, and right into the kid’s brain, apparently. He gave a start and sat up, stiff and rigid, like his spine had petrified.
“Oh no,” he whispered, frantically. “Oh no, he found me. He’ll kill me.”
The ‘he’ in question was a strikingly handsome man in maybe his early thirties, with deep-indigo hair, dressed in what appeared to be sci-fi Greek god cosplay. His frame was lean and trim, but it was clear he put a lot of work into his chiseled muscles. He looked like a real prick, and Gallagher would’ve disliked him, immediately, even without Ven’s terrified reaction.
“Welcome to Lucky Thirteen,” he said calmly. “What can I get you?”
“Nothing for me, thank you,” the man said, with a curl of his lip. “I’ve come to collect my…associate. I trust he hasn’t been making too much of a spectacle of himself.”
“Who’s your associate?” Gallagher asked, playing dumb. “I’ll look around, see if I can find him.”
The man’s hand fell on Ven’s shoulder. “No need. I see you’ve been smoking, again, Aventurine. You truly are a man of class. Bartender, how much does he owe you? Please, allow me to cover it.”
Gallagher looked at Ven, who was curled into himself, staring down at the bar, like he was scared to lift his head. So, it was that kind of situation. Maybe it was none of Gallagher’s business, but he couldn’t let the kid leave his bar with this asshole, when he was obviously afraid of him.
He crossed his big arms on his heavily muscled chest. “Tab’s between me and my customer. I haven’t heard him say he even knows you.”
The man’s eyes narrowed, then he smiled icily. “Aventurine, apologize to this gentleman for creating a nuisance, and come with me. It’s time to go home.”
“Ven, you want to go with this guy?” Gallagher asked, ignoring the asshole and looking at the kid.
Ven looked up timidly, but when he made eye contact with Gallagher, he seemed to gain courage from the man’s presence. He shook his head. “N—no. I don’t want to go with him.”
The asshole’s eyes flashed fiercely on him. “What was that? Speak properly, so I can hear you.”
“I—I said I don’t want to go with you!” Ven repeated, gathering steam as he spoke up for himself. “I don’t want to go w—ow!”
He yelped and shrank away, as the asshole’s hand clamped down on his shoulder. Gallagher leaped the bar like a pommel horse and got between them. “Hands off, or I pick your ass up and toss you out the door, before I call the cops.”
The asshole’s jaw worked furiously for a beat, then he let go and took a step back, with a haughty toss of his head.
“You would like that wouldn’t you, you little viper,” he sneered, at the kid. “To see me lower myself to the point of participating in a physical altercation in public, with this…gorilla. I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. I don’t care enough about you to crawl down into the gutter with you. If this is your choice, so be it. Don’t bother coming home. I’ll have your things sent along to the nearest waste disposal facility.”
“I don’t care! I don’t even need you!” Ven shouted drunkenly, after him, as he strode tranquilly out the door. “I h—I hate you!!”
“Sh, sh, sh, it’s ok,” Gallagher hummed, wrapping the kid in his massive arms (more to get him to shut up, than anything, he was going to scare the other customers and likely attract the authorities at this rate).
“Bastard!” the kid fumed, trying to squirm free. “How dare he treat me like—ow! Fuck, he really hurt my shoulder. W—what if he comes back? He’ll kill me!”
“Don’t worry about him,” Gallagher soothed, hugging him tighter. “That prick can’t do anything to you, while you’re in my bar. You’re safe, here.”
The kid quit wiggling and kind of went limp, then he buried his face in Gallagher’s expansive chest and broke down, sobbing. Gallagher patiently patted his back, till he’d got control of himself.
“I—I don’t know what I’m gonna do, now,” he sniffled. “Everything is his, so I guess I’m homeless. I’ve got some cash on me, and I can sell my watch and jewelry…it’ll be ok. I’ll figure something out.” He shook himself and put on a brave expression. “Thanks for sticking up for me, Gal. No one’s ever done that before.”
He was looking up at him with big, tearstained eyes and wet eyelashes, and that fallen-angel face, with his lips still slightly pink from the maraschino cherries. God…damn it.
Gallagher sighed defeatedly. “I’m closing up, in a minute. Why don’t you come to my place, for the night. It’s late and you shouldn’t wander around by yourself, out there. Especially after you’ve been drinking.”
Ven’s big, pretty eyes got even bigger. “Y—you really mean it?” Then he backed away and glowered suspiciously. “What’s in it for you? You don’t know me, why would you do something so kind for a stranger?”
“Believe it or not, not everyone in the universe is a heartless prick,” Gallagher said wearily, picking up his towel. “Come with me, or don’t. It’s up to you.”
“Wait! I’m sorry, Gal,” the kid said, tugging his sleeve contritely. “It’s not you, it’s just…it’s hard for me to trust anyone.”
“I get it. I’m not mad. If you want, you can wait in here, till I’m done.”
Ven smiled brightly. “Thank you. This is…it really means a lot to me. You’re a good person.”
“Jury’s still out on that, but I do what I can.”
Ven hung around, while Gallagher kicked everyone out and closed the bar, for the night. He even grabbed a towel and helped wipe down the tables, which he was not very good at, but he did it with an earnest eagerness that was adorable enough to make up for the sticky streaks he left everywhere.
“I don’t have one of those Steinways, or anything,” Gallagher explained, as he locked up. “Hope you don’t mind walking.”
“I don’t mind,” Ven said cheerfully.
The two strolled down the street, through the bizarre dreamscape in which Gallagher worked every fake day, toward the imaginary apartment building he lived in at fake night. The kid stuck close to his side, claiming he was still tipsy, so he could clutch his arm and lean on him, at which childish maneuver Gallagher laughed inwardly.
“You said your place is over there, right? Let’s just cut through here,” Ven said, indicating to a very narrow, very dark alley.
“That’s not much of a shortcut, though,” Gallagher argued. “And it’s pitch black.”
“Scared, old man? Come on, I’ll protect you from the bogeymen,” Ven snickered, dragging him toward this dubious shortcut.
Gallagher sighed and relented. When they were about halfway down the alley, Ven stopped suddenly and shoved him against the wall. Gallagher was not a moron, and had known this was coming. A small, slender body was pressed very close to his, and the kid’s warm, smoky scent wafted over him.
“Hey, Ven, wait a sec. We just met, isn’t this a little fast?” he protested, in a completely perfunctory manner (he wasn’t a fucking saint, ok?), as the kid’s hands slid up under his shirt.
He had to bend down to kiss him, even though Ven stood up on his tiptoes. Gallagher’s dick was rock-hard, already, grinding against the kid’s stomach, while they kissed and groped each other in an alley, like teenagers. The kid was a rabid animal off its leash, biting his lips and giving obscene little moans, right into his mouth.
He pulled away, leaving the taste of booze and maraschino cherries on Gallagher’s tongue. Then, looking him in the eye, he dropped to his knees, in front of him, and undid his belt and fly. Gallagher’s thick, heavy cock sprung free like a jack-in-the-box, and nearly slapped the kid in the face. Ven just laughed and hitched the waistband of Gallagher’s underwear behind his balls, then he took that big dick in both hands and put his luscious, cherry-pink mouth on it.
“Ah…fuck,” Gallagher groaned, as he was sucked into the wet, squeezing heat.
The kid swallowed his dick till the head hit the back of his throat, and used his gag-reflex to slick it with saliva so it was slippery in his hands. His tongue writhed along the shaft when he took him deep, and circled and lapped the head, when he pulled back. He never forgot to keep pumping the shaft and massaging his balls.
Gallagher leaned against the wall, one hand holding his shirt up, to keep it out of the way, and the other on the silky, blonde head, that was bobbing up and down on his dick, like one of those drinking-bird toys. This kid was so good at sucking cock, he could’ve taken side-gigs as a vacuum cleaner. Very quickly, his dick got hotter and harder, and his balls started to tense up.
“I’m close,” he said hoarsely.
The hot little bitch just popped off and said, “Come in my mouth,” before he went back to deep-throating him, like a professional whore.
Gallagher was done for. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair to hold the kid’s head still, wedged his gloved thumb between his molars, then fucked his mouth, hard and fast, while the kid gagged and choked, drool pouring out over his chin and tears streaming down his pretty face. After a few more rapid thrusts, he shoved it all the way in and came, with a strangled groan, his thick shaft pulsing, as he drained his aching balls down the kid’s throat.
Ven swallowed it like it was sugar syrup, then pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips were red and swollen, and his pretty face was totally wrecked. Gallagher dragged him up into his arms and kissed him breathlessly, sucking his own salty tang off his tongue. He hadn’t done anything like this in decades—the semi-public part, that is, he had his fair share of occasional one-night stands—and he was a more than a little intoxicated by the kid’s angelic beauty and demonic mouth.
They managed to get back to his place with their clothes on, but just barely. The second they were in the door, he threw the kid on the bed and stripped his hot little body naked. He tore off his own leather harness, shirt, and vest, and tossed them on the floor, and then he was on him like a hungry wolf, licking and biting his gorgeous, creamy-white skin all over, sucking his rosebud nipples till he whined and tried to twist away.
His pretty little dick was leaking all over his abdomen, leaving clear beads clinging to his blonde pubic hair, but Gallagher intentionally neglected it, and pinned his wrists to his sides, when he tried to touch himself.
Ven gave a shout, when Gallagher’s hot tongue lapped a long stripe over his puckered, pink asshole. He grabbed the kid’s thighs and held his legs up, while he licked and sucked that perfect hole, teased and flicked and pushed the tip just inside, drunk on his scent and taste, and the soft, pleading noises the little slut was making, while a man he’d just met tonight tongue-fucked him senseless.
“G—Gal, wait! Stop, or I’m gonna come!” Ven gasped. Gallagher ignored him and licked him harder and deeper. Ven’s back arched and his thighs clamped down on Gallagher’s head. “Gal…fuck! Fuck! I’m c—I’m coming!”
He felt the kid’s asshole convulsing and twitching on his tongue, while his dick pulsed, spitting out long, sloppy spurts, all over his stomach and chest. Gallagher kept his mouth on him, letting him ride out the spasms, then he smeared his hand across the wet mess on his abdomen, and shoved two fingers into his tight little hole, slicked up with his own semen. The kid yelped and whined, but it was definitely for show, more than anything. He was not a virgin, to say the least. He still had to be worked up to taking Gal’s leviathan of a dick, though, or he’d split him in half.
Gallagher grabbed the lube and drizzled it all over his fingers, then the kid’s asshole, and started to work him open, with two big, calloused fingers, adding another, scissoring and spreading him, till the kid was rock-hard again and begging for it. Gal added more lube and pushed the fourth finger in. Ven took them all like a champ, and after he slid them in and out a little, Gal withdrew them and stood up.
“W—where you going?” Ven asked, looking blearily up at him.
“Just taking off my pants,” Gal answered succinctly.
Ven watched him strip off the magenta trousers and his black underwear, and set that beast loose again. Gal chuckled at his wide-eyed reaction. He knew he was big, but his dick was just proportionate to his body size, so he never thought of it as anything spectacular. Ven was a lot smaller, though, so it looked massive, in comparison to his body. Kinda flattering contrast. That gave Gallagher an idea.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing his full-length dressing mirror, and beckoned to the kid. “Ride me. I want to watch your hot little ass bouncing on my cock.”
Ven grabbed the bottle and came over, to kneel on the bed, astride Gal’s lap. He smeared slippery lube all over Gal’s hard dick, himself, then took it in his hand to guide it. Gal spread his ass with both hands, and watched in the mirror, as the kid’s tight, pink hole began to slowly swallow his long, thick shaft, inch by inch.
Ven paused, after a minute, panting and flushed, clinging to Gal’s shoulders for support. “It’s s—so deep…I can’t take any more.”
He was only halfway in, but he had absolutely no intention of stopping, now. Ven’s taut insides squeezing on it was driving him crazy, and seeing the kid’s little round ass, half-impaled on a dick as big as his forearm was making him so hard, the veins stood out on the shaft.
“That’s just the first five inches,” he said softly. “I’m gonna put the whole ten in you.”
“Nooooo. It won’t fit, it’s too much,” Ven whined.
“You can take it,” Gal coaxed. “Breathe. Relax your body and let gravity do the work.”
Ven held onto him, taking slow, deep breaths, till his muscles began to loosen a little. Slowly but surely, his asshole softened up and started to swallow the tree-trunk shaft, a little at a time. By the time he finally sank onto it, all the way to the base, with Gal’s balls pressed against his ass, Ven was shaking all over and slick with sweat, delirious from the deep ache of penetration, with a thing that size. Gallagher began to rock his hips, tentatively.
“No, wait…hngh! D—daddy, stop!” Ven choked out, half-coherently.
Needless to say, it gave Gallagher something of a shock, to be addressed by that paternal title, but he was balls deep in the hottest piece of ass he’d ever seen, he wasn’t about to stop fucking him, over a little daddy kink. Well, whatever. May as well 'yes-and' his partner in this little improv.
“You can do it, baby,” he hummed, low in his throat, continuing Ven’s setup. “Ride daddy’s big dick. Show me what a good boy you are.”
“Daddy’s dick is too big,” Ven whimpered, as Gal pushed him down and thrust in deeper. “Don’t—hngh! You’ll b—break me!”
Gal kept rocking his hips, watching his tiny, lithe body in the mirror, squirming and writhing on his cock, in an exquisitely tantalizing way. Ven’s much smaller dick was so hard it looked purple, and was sticking out from his pelvis like an overinflated balloon. Clear fluid streamed from the slit, like he was pissing himself. Fucking hell, this kid was so goddamned hot.
“Such a good boy. Taking it so deep, for daddy,” Gallagher panted, gripping Ven’s ass and bouncing him on his lap. “Come for me. Come on daddy’s big, hard cock.”
“Nnnn…ngh! Ha—harder, daddy! Fuck me harder!” Ven moaned. “W—wait, daddy, it's…ngh! Something’s coming out!”
His back arched so hard Gal had to catch him, so he wouldn’t fall backward, his feet flexing and toes curling, shaking all over as he came. His insides were sucking and squeezing on Gal’s huge cock, and his dick started convulsing and spurting and didn’t stop. Long pulses of hot fluid were spraying from the slit, splashing all over Gallagher’s stomach and Ven’s own.
“Oh…fuck! Fuck, yes!” Gallagher panted, thrusting feverishly. “Baby, that’s so fucking hot! Let it all out, for daddy!”
He stood halfway, working his muscular thighs, bucking the kid up and down on him like a bull rider, ramming his huge rod into his hole, slapping his ass with his balls, watching him quiver and shake and piss all over himself, till Gal came so hard he saw stars, pumping his intense ejaculation into the kid’s swollen insides in a slippery-hot flood, that spilled out around his shaft.
“Holy…fucking shit,” he said dazedly, as he sat down on his bed, cradling Ven against his chest. “That was the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had.”
His dick squelched out, and milky fluid streamed out of the kid’s gaped asshole, all over the floor, which was already spattered with piss and sweat and what have you, so who cared.
“Shower,” Ven pouted, barely lifting his head, before he buried his face back in Gal’s neck.
Right.
Gal carried him to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, where he rinsed the kid off, well enough for now. He carried him back to the bed and laid him down, before he went and took a more thorough shower, himself. The kid could bathe properly when he came back to his senses.
He emerged from the bathroom about six minutes later, drying his shaggy, brown hair with a towel. “Hey, Ven, are you…hungry…”
Gallagher trailed off, staring at the empty room. The little brat had absconded, while he showered. Well, god damn it. He hadn’t even got his number!
Just as he was thinking that, his phone lit up and vibrated, on the nightstand. It was a text from a new contact that had been added, under the name ‘Ven.’ He read the message, then blinked and read it through again, more carefully, with an odd look on his face.
“What the…what a fucking freak,” he muttered, as he stretched out in bed. Then he burst out laughing. “That little whore.”
“Whore,” a voice said matter-of-factly, like it was his name, as the door banged shut behind him.
“Tch. So…so what if I am,” Ven said, half-slurring, brazening it out like a veteran slut.
A pale, slender hand caught him by the throat, and a body that always stunned him with its strength and speed pinned his much smaller one against the wall. “You smell like sex.”
Ven laughed drunkenly. “Want to guess why?”
“You let that gorilla fuck you,” Ratio snarled, tearing his shirt open, to find telltale pink bite marks, all over his white skin.
“That’s right,” Ven taunted. “I rode his big, fat cock all night. Mmm…he filled me up, so good, too.”
Ratio’s face was as stern as cold as ever, but something was smoldering behind those tiger’s-eye irises. Something feral and bloodthirsty. His hands shook, as he ripped off Ven’s belt and threw it away. He jammed his knee between Ven’s legs, then shoved his hand down the back of his pants, into the cleft of his ass. Ven yelped, as two fingers were thrust roughly inside.
“You…you fucking filthy little slut, you haven’t even washed him out, yet!” Ratio breathed. The fingers plunged in and out, harder and rougher, in the slippery slick of the bartender’s semen.
“Ah…hngh…s—stop!” Ven pleaded. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“It’s too late for sorry, whore,” Ratio growled, flipping him around and slamming him against the wall. “Tell me. Tell me every single thing you did with that animal. And don’t you dare lie. You know I’ll know.”
“I s—sucked his dick, in an alley,” Ven said, as his pants were yanked down around his knees.
“Did you swallow his semen?”
Ven nodded shakily. “I swallowed it.”
Hot breath fanned over his ear. “Then?”
“When we got to his place, I—ha! I let him lick my asshole till I came,” Ven whimpered, feeling the man's erection digging into his ass-cheek.
“Disgusting,” Ratio growled, spreading his ass apart with both hands. “What else.”
“Then he st—he stuck his big dick in me…ungh!” Ven’s sentence devolved into incoherent wailing, as Ratio’s searing hot, rock-hard cock impaled him, in one rough thrust. “F—fuck! Ha…ha…hngh!”
“Did I tell you to stop talking?” He rasped in his ear, with another brutal thrust.
“He…ha! He fucked me in f—in front of a mirror. I rode his fat cock, and…ngh!” Ven gagged hard as Ratio’s cock bottomed out, but the man kept pounding that steel rod into him like a machine. “I called him daddy, while he fucked me! And I c—I came till I pissed! I pissed all over myself, while he pum…ngh! while he pumped his load into me!”
“Filthy cunt,” Ratio snarled, yanking his arms behind him for leverage, as he hammered into him. He could see the bartender’s semen leaking out of Ven’s hole and trickling down his thighs, with every ravenous thrust. It made him so hard, his dick ached. “You’re still wet with his seed. You’re thinking about it, now, aren’t you. Thinking about that sweaty animal, rutting into you. Breeding you, like a bitch in heat.”
“Yes! I’m th—thinking about his big dick, breeding me!” Ven panted. “Fuck…I’m coming! Ver, I’m coming!”
His asshole clenched tight and his thighs shook. He gave a sobbing moan, as his cock convulsed, spitting a few weak spurts of clear fluid onto the wall. Ratio bit into his neck and came with him, his hips stuttering at the top of each thrust, fucking every drop of his aching ejaculation into his throbbing, dripping wet hole.
“Ha—ah, fuck,” Ratio puffed. “You still smell like cigarettes—and cheap booze.”
“Mm,” Ven hummed, too blissed out on the post-fuck euphoria to make any coherent words.
“Rotten little cock-slut,” Ratio chuckled, leaning his body against Ven’s and burying his face in his shaggy, pearl-blonde hair. “Gods, I love you so fucking much.”
“Mmm…I know,” Ven chirped happily, as he was scooped up and carried to the bathroom.
Ratio set him on his feet and switched on the water, then the two lazily undressed.
“What about the bartender?” he asked. “You want to play with him again? It sounded like you two were having a good time.”
“Hell yes, I do. None of that moaning and carrying on was exaggerated, by the way,” Ven said, as they stepped into the shower. “You should see his dick, Ver. It’s a modern marvel.”
“I heard you calling him daddy. I can extrapolate from context. But I would still like to inspect it myself, as empirical research.”
“Well, we’ll see what happens. I texted him after I left. He hasn’t replied yet.”
“How do you think he’ll take it?”
“He’ll either be really furious or really into it.” Ven rocked up on tiptoe, to press a kiss to his lover’s lips, under the steaming water. “Either way, it’s a win.”
From Aventurine’s text messaging app:
Ven: hey daddy sorry to cut and run but my boyfriend’s been listening in on our little play date and he’s probably losing his mind to fuck me, by now. call me if you want to play again sometime. you’re pretty good for a boring old man. xoxoxo
Ven: p.s. you were WAY off about my age i just needed the excuse to keep talking to you ;-)
Gal: You little shit, I should kick both your asses from here to Dream’s Edge!
Gal: And fuck yeah I’d like to play again. Hit me up when you start missing daddy’s dick.