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It was quiet in the office as work was over and most people went home hours ago. Herm wasn't most people. Especially tonight. He waited, mopping even though he was no longer the janitor, until the last person walked out of the door. He looked around just to make sure and saw no one then made his way to the locker room. Once again he looked around before opening his locker and pulling out his duffle bag.
He sat it on one of the benches before unzipping his wetsuit and taking it off. It fell to the floor with a wet plop and he tried not to cringe. He reached over and unzipped his duffle revealing its contents. Soft frilly pinks met his eyes and he smiled giddily. It had been so long since he put on a new bikini set because the last time he had, his grandma had seen him and he was mortified. But now alone in the locker room, he felt like he could indulge a little.
He pulled the bottoms on first, tucking himself in nicely before putting on the top. He stepped out of his wetsuit and went to a mirror. The color was such a pretty pink that made the freckles that covered his body seem to pop. He loved the frilly details on the straps as well as the thighs making it so adorable. He turned and while he didn't have much of an ass it accentuated it nicely. He felt pretty which wasn't something he felt often. He twirled a little, giggling happily as he felt the frills lift with the air. This had been worth the wait.
“Waterboy, is that you? You know it's late right?” Herm jumped and before he could do anything Robert walked through the door. His eyes widened when he took in what was in front of him a blush rising to his cheeks. Herm grabbed the duffle bag and held it over himself even though it didn't cover much. Damn his tall stature…
“This isn- not what it se- looks like,” he started feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He had just wanted to feel pretty- now Robert was going to look at him differently. “I'm s-sorry,” he nearly sobbed.
“Woah woah woah. Waterb-” he stopped himself. “Herm. Calm down, bud. I'm not judging you, I was just… surprised. It's not something I thought I would walk in on.” Herm still couldn't meet his eyes but at least Robert said he didn't judge him. He relaxed the tiniest bit but he held tight to the duffle bag hiding as much as he could from view. “Can I ask why here?” Herm bit his lip contemplating.
“The last time I- this happened my grandma she- saw- didn't say anything but I felt- knew,” he finally got out, staring at the floor. He counted the tiles looking at the spots he or the other janitor had missed. “I just- wanted to feel pretty.” He held the duffle bag tighter. Robert's heart broke a little at the sound of his voice.
Since the moment he met the kid he knew he was riddled with insecurities. Always second guessing himself and his own words but this… this was something that made him feel good, confident even. But it was something he couldn't even explore in his own home for fear of judgement because again he got in his own head. It made his heart break a little more.
The locker room was silent save for the steady drips from Herm's body and he couldn't stand it. “I'm sorry,” he said again but Robert shook his head.
“Theres no need to apologize, Herm. I get it. You did it after work because you thought nobody would be here. I didn't mean to interrupt. I had just forgotten something and I heard you and I just thought you were staying late for no reason again.” Robert stopped for a moment debating whether or not to say this next part but he just couldn't help it. “And you do look pretty,” he said finally. Herm’s eyes widened, unbelieving.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Beautiful even.” What was he doing? He pushed the thought aside. He was telling the truth, that's all. And anyone with eyes could see how pretty Herm was. Also it wasn't inappropriate to say someone was attractive. Herm flushed a deeper red but looked away sheepishly.
“Y-you don't have t- don't lie,” he said, but it was airier. Robert took a step forward not being able to stop himself.
“‘m not lying,” he said, before reaching and pulling at the duffle. Herm held it tighter for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. Robert couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath as he saw him fully again. The man was almost all leg but in the best way, toned and the pink against his thighs complimented them beautifully. His eyes traveled up, trying not to linger at how Herm was bulging out of the bottoms though he couldn't deny how nicely they hung on his hips. His gaze trailed upward to his stomach flat but soft looking, like he could really dig his fingers in-
This was bad. But Robert kept going, eyes flitting up to the top. There was nothing to fill the cups but the color looked so damn pretty making all his freckles pop and Robert wanted to trace them with his tongue- He needed to leave. Now. His mouth was dry and he screamed at his body to move but to no avail. And Herm finally seemed to understand the effect he was having on his boss.
He pushed a strap off his shoulder, leaned forward, put his arms against his chest and pushed them together creating makeshift cleavage. “H-how pretty?” he asked innocently, but his eyes were half lidded and looking at him expectantly. Robert couldn't breathe. They shouldn't… he shouldn't. But god if Herm didn't look good enough to devour-
Then the decision was made for him when Herm walked up, unsteadily, and wrapped his long arms around his neck. He could feel his moisture soaking into his work shirt but he didn't care. His hands found their way to his hips rubbing circles against the soft moist skin. He looked up as Herm towered over him almost looming. That didn't matter though as the look in his beautiful blue-grey eyes was saying he would do anything Robert asked.
“How pretty si- Robert?” Herm asked again, saying his name breathlessly. Robert's grip tightened. Don't do it don't do it don't do it, played in his head like a mantra but it was getting overshadowed by the pounding of his own heart and the way Herm felt under his hands, yielding and willing. He was shaking too, always shaking but this time with anticipation. So many thoughts flew through Robert's mind but in the end he made his decision.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said before leaning up and capturing Herm's lips. He stiffened at first, realizing how inexperienced he was, but soon melted into it letting Robert guide him. He pulled him ever closer, fingers dipping into the waistband teasingly and Herm couldn't help the whine that escaped him. Robert's hands were so warm against his clammy skin and just… he'd forgotten how touch starved he was. He was putty in Robert's hands and he didn't mind one bit.
Then Robert lapped at his mouth and he pulled back. “I- I don't kn- how you-” but he put a finger to his lips.
“Alright. Don't worry about it. Let me guide you and just feel,” he said, and Herm nodded. Robert kissed him again and licked at his lips again and he opened them with a whimper. He swallowed the sound as he licked gently into Herm's mouth, coaxing his tongue which had become almost as rigid as he was. Eventually he got him to relax enough and their tongues rolled over each other deliciously. It was sloppy and wet as Herm dripped even more but Robert wouldn't have it any other way. He pulled away eventually and went to his neck nipping and trailing his tongue over those freckles.
Robert pressed himself against him and he yelped when he felt something stiff against his leg. Robert was turned on? Because of Herm? It seemed implausible but it was happening. It felt like a dream. Robert then nipped at his ear, taking him out of his head.
“What do you want?” he asked and Herm shook at the way his voice vibrated against his skin.
“W- wha-” Robert shook his head and pulled away. He trailed his hand down his chest to run a finger over his bulging erection making him gasp.
“Do you want me to ride you or do you want me to fuck you stupid?” he deadpanned and Herm was suddenly dizzy. Both were good answers, great even, the idea of watching Robert bounce on his lap as he took it was now burned into his brain but at the moment he wanted to be utterly ruined by him. Hopefully there would be a next time…
“Fuck me. Show me how pretty you think I-I am,” he said finally. Robert took a sharp intake of breath at his words before pushing on his chest.
“On the bench, on your back,” he said simply and Herm couldn't get there fast enough. Robert spread his legs apart and made himself at home between them. He leaned over and kissed Herm again this time slow and languid making him warm all over. He wrapped his arms around Robert's neck, hands burying themselves in his hair as he brought him somehow closer. Robert's hands otherwise explored, thumbs running over his covered nipples before running down his stomach as he trembled and whined.
“God if you keep making noises like that-” he said after pulling away. Herm smirked.
“You'll what, Rob- sir?” he asked, teasingly, challengingly in his own Herm way. Robert growled and kissed him breathless and shoved his hand into his bottoms. He gripped his cock and he nearly squealed as it twitched in his hand. God the boy was packing. He stroked it and felt as Herm started to shake again, more noises falling out of him that Robert swallowed greedily. His hand let go after while getting an impudent groan.
“Greedy,” Robert said with a chuckle as his fingers trailed down his perineum. Eventually he made his way to the puckered hole ghosting his finger over it as Herm jolted slightly. “You ever touch yourself down here?” he asked plainly. Herm bit his lip looking everywhere but Robert but eventually nodded sheepishly. Robert smirked before going back to kiss at his neck sucking little marks that contrasted greatly against his pale skin as his finger teasingly circled around his rim.
Robert continued to kiss down Herm's body, stopping to mouth over his clothed nipples tasting the slightly salty water as he did. He nipped them through the cloth pulling it slightly before continuing down. Herm's stomach was soft and Robert pressed his face against it pressing even softer kisses to them making him giggle. Ticklish. He'd have to remember that for another day. He ran his nose over his strained erection, hearing Herm moan and feeling it twitch under him. He kept taunting him, running his nose and mouth over it again and again before finally relenting.
He snuck his fingers through the side of the bottoms gathering the fabric before pulling it out of the way. Just enough to get the needy and dripping hole underneath. He leaned in closer, hot breath making Herm shiver once more watching as it twitched in anticipation before finally running his tongue over it lightly. It pulsed under his tongue, clenching before relaxing and Robert pressed his way forward. It was tight and hot and wetter than he expected but maybe he should have. It made it easy as he thrust his tongue in and out stretching him open easily.
Herm's hands covered his face as he panted and whimpered at the feeling of Robert's tongue invading his most intimate of areas. His breaths were coming in short pants as his brain seemed to run in circles. First not being able to think then realizing that Robert was touching him, licking him and somehow not being disgusted and that would make his brain short-circuit again. He started to press back against his tongue wanting more, needing it. Robert obliged, pressing a finger next to his tongue, stretching him further. Herm couldn't take it anymore.
“Sir- Robert- please,” he groaned, pushing his head away.
“Please what, Herm? Use your words,” Robert said, still pressing his finger in and out slowly, agonizingly dragging it against his walls. How am I supposed to use my words when you're already making me stupid? Herm tried to gain some semblance of control but it felt as useless as scooping up melted ice cream off hot pavement. Still somehow he was able to scoop enough of his brain back to speak.
“Fuck me, please,” he said finally. Robert grinned before pulling his finger out, leaving it clenching around nothing. He stood and Herm watched intently as he undid his pants. He pulled them and his boxers down just enough so his cock popped free and Herm gasped. Robert knew he wasn't as well endowed as he was but it was enough and he knew how to use it. He got back down and pressed the tip against his wanting hole. But instead of pushing in he stayed on the outside, taunting, pressing against it but never entering. Herm felt like he was going to go insane.
“How badly do you want it?” Robert asked calmly, watching for his reaction. And Herm reacted all right, hands flying up to his hair pulling as he cried out in frustration.
“So fucking bad,” he said voice breaking on the curse. “I need it- need you inside, stretching me ruining me plea-” but he was cut off as Robert finally pressed in. Herm threw his head back as he cried out the sound echoing in the empty locker room.
“That's it you can take,” Robert coaxed as he pressed in, inch by inch. Herm's hands flew to his shoulders for purchase, fingers digging in as he tried to relax but fuck he was thicker than his fingers had been. “Relax, sweetheart. You can do it, I know you can.” Herm once again felt like his brain was melting and dripping out with all the water he was leaking. He had always had a thing for Robert's voice but this was a whole new level but he still tried to listen as best he could.
“That's it, you got it. Good boy,” he said in a soft voice and Herm once again clenched around him, moaning unabashedly. “Awe you were doing so good. C'mon you can do it baby.” All the pet names were making him dizzy.
“H-how can I relax when you're talking like that,” Herm snapped but Robert just chuckled.
“What? You don't like my voice?”
“I like it too much,” he grumbled.
“Alright I'll shut up… for now.” Herm groaned but he'd take it for the moment. It wasn't long until Robert was finally up to the hilt. He could feel Herm spasm around him and gritted his teeth. “You gotta stop doing that,” he warned.
“Can't help it. Feels good. Full,” he said almost deliriously, eyes blown and half lidded. Robert grabbed the bottoms again with two fingers and pulled before testing the waters. He pulled out slightly before grinding back in as Herm gasped. God he was so wet Robert could feel it dripping down his thighs. Again he should have figured but he hadn't thought of it much and now he was thinking about it a lot. His free hand gripped Herm's hip as he started to move, slow languid thrusts that made him moan.
“God look at you. Taking me so well and looking beautiful while doing it.” Robert accentuated his words by pulling out and slamming back in. Yes. Herm felt like the breath had been punched out of him as his eyes rolled back a little. This was exactly what he had wanted. Robert could feel the way he fluttered around him and started a steady pace fucking into him deep.
“Yeah this what you needed hmm? Needed someone to fill your hole and tell you how sexy you looked while doing it?” He let go of the bottoms feeling them rub against his cock when he thrust in and out but he didn't care. His newly freed hand went to a slippery leg and threw it over his shoulder. With his gangly long limbs he knew it probably looked stupid but he didn't care he somehow got even deeper from the new angle it gave him. He was drilling into him now, not able to stop the brutal snap of his hips as he searched for pleasure in that hot wet hole. “God your so fucking wet for me. I should've known but damn you're making such a mess. Might make you clean it up. Would you like that? Make you lap up all that slick water that's trailing down my thighs? Suck out all the wetness that soaked into my slacks?” Herm let out a strangled noise at that.
“Yes. Yes I'd do anything you asked of me, happily as long as you said I did good,” he confessed, out of it but it was the truth. He'd do anything for Robert's praise even something degrading as long as he looked at him like that. Robert couldn't help but groan at the admission, hips stuttering as he tried to comprehend it. Fuck he could do anything to Herm and he'd say thank you and that was way hotter than he'd ever admit. So instead of dwelling on it as the dark parts of his brain wanted to he pushed it aside for the moment. One hand trailed up, pushing one side of the top until it exposed one of his nipples and circled his thumb around it.
“Yeah? You wanna be my good boy that bad hmm? Want me to tell you how good you're doing? Well fuck baby you're doing so well, taking my cock so good. Making me feel so fucking good, god you're so hot like this. Pliant and pretty under me.” The hand left his chest and snaked up, wrapping around his throat. Herm tilted his head up so he could get better access and he chuckled. He gave it a test squeeze holding it for a moment feeling how he spasmed around his cock before letting go. “Want more, sweetheart?” Herm nodded enthusiastically but Robert clicked his tongue. “Remember you gotta use your words.” Torture.
“Yes,” he said, breathlessly. Then his breath was taken again when Robert's grip tightened once more. It made his head floaty, the pleasure shooting through him dreamily and more intense. God he was getting close and he wasn't even touching himself. Robert could tell too, feeling how he clenched and trembled around him, the shaking even more intense as he was getting closer and closer. He used his free hand to pull at the bottoms again, this time getting his dick to pop out. He grabbed it and stroked as Herm threw his head back, gasping desperately. He released his throat for a moment letting him catch his breath before clamping down again. Robert was starting to lose the rhythm, hips slamming into Herm over and over sloppily as he chased his own pleasure.
“C'mon Hermy baby. Cum for me,” he grunted. Herm's eyes rolled back into his head and it didn't take more than a few pumps after those words for him to cum with a strangled cry, hard, shooting rope after rope onto his own stomach and chest. Robert continued to pound into him riding out his orgasm getting so so close before getting to the climax and pulling out. He stroked himself over Herm covering the man in more cum, helping ruin the poor pink set.
For a moment Robert could only stare seeing how debauched the scene before him was. The bikini was completely ruined, covered in the mix of their fluids and of course Herm's water because that never stopped. There was a puddle under the bench and he was grateful they had done this in the locker room. Herm was hiding his face in his hands once more as his ragged breathing tried to go back to normal. Robert could see the flush down to his neck. Cute. He reached up and ran his fingers through his wet hair and he leaned into the touch. Again, cute. Then he gripped and pulled causing him to whimper.
“You're not done yet, baby. Remember you still gotta clean up the mess you made,” Robert said. Herm's hands fell from his face and while he looked like a kicked puppy there was also a hunger there. He smirked before pulling his hair again, getting him to the floor on his knees. Robert caressed his chin and Herm looked up waiting for a command. He ran a finger over his lips before pressing inside.
“Clean,” he said simply and Herm was more than happy to oblige. It made Robert's stomach hot and he wondered, for a moment, just how far he could push him…