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Laying haphazardly across the sofa the Pale Mans hips snapped against his driving him further onto the couch, the Homeowner still felt nothing. The act could be inherently intimate and still mean next to nothing. The pressure inside him would imply otherwise creating pleasure from an act he frequently reminded himself was transactional.
Each thrust propelled him further onto the sofa before being pulled back on sync.
It was a slow, intimate pace-- one that thankfully allowed his mind wander. This had been the deal after all.
And all it was meant to be was just a deal.
His chest was supported by the cushions while the rest of him hung off the couch, the Pale Mans gut supported by his back.
The man savored each second that dragged alongside the slow thrusts of his hips. It created a sweet pleasure that hummed beneath his skin and body, near his thighs.
It was humiliating how easy the Homeowners body was to please in this way.
Weight shifted as the Pale Man further settled onto him closer than before-- the man was stout, but he had always been much larger than him in comparison.
Solid hands displayed themselves over his body only cementing his current reality.
They spoke without the words of the adoration and deep familiarity with his body the Pale Man long since developed, familiarity that took years to develop. The pace would almost trick him into thinking he wanted him to memorize the Pale Man too. -- To memorize what it felt like when the man was inside him.
That familiarity had always took a lot for him to admit.
The Pale Man saw a version of him that required a level of trust that most would never get a glimpse of.
He preferred it that way.
Around them a modernized picture of a high class apartment glared bouncing from white lights. Before Pale Man who stepped in when he was struggling to support himself financially whilst alone. If this is what the Homeowner owed for an ounce of stability in the mans home? He'd bite down and take it. Fingertips digging into the sofa, he acutely felt the stutter in the mans pace.
A pause, hand petting his shoulder blades.
"You know I dont like it when you zone out on me baby." The statement caused a moment of staticy shock to sieze his being.
"I-I" Whiplash continued when the Pale Mans hips withdrew hastily, wet pop echoing in the air.
He was soon drawn into a larger pair of arms before being thrown against the wall. Thighs supported his weight, one otherwise grinding against his pelvis, hands gripping his lower waist for support. The Homeowner hated feeling this exposed. He was unclothed while plastered to a wall by a stronger pair of hands. "Hey, dont look so frightened, you know I got'cha."
A hand brushed over his waist in what he presumed was meant to be comforting.
Hesitance was hidden in the way his muscles tensed.
He swallowed down an imagined lump in his throat.
"Y'know how good I can make you feel. You dont have to be so.." A hand tightened against his hip, "tense." Faintly his body trembled whether it was fear or arousal he didnt know. Absently his hole flickered away in cold air, familiarly empty. "Just let yourself experience this, yeah? Let yourself have some fun once in a while."
Shyly he felt himself nodding on impulse more intuitively than an actual choice.
If anyone was going to see this version of the Homeowner, at least it was someone he knew well.
"Wish you could see from my perspective how wonderful you look underneath me." The Pale Man rasped under his breath while he felt the mans thighs shift around him.
Soon the man followed the adjustment by hastily thrusting his hips upwards. His eyes darted away shamefully, the mans hand gripping his chin with a similar desperation as soon as they left him. His gaze was again dragged towards the man with force. The Pale Mans hips found their goal nearly gliding inside his already prepped hole.
Balls settled firmly against his ass causing his jaw to twitch open in shock-- looking into the the rosy cheeks of someone he knew for years.
Stormy eyes glinted contrasting the soft, rounded face-- possibly hinting the intentions underneath.
Pleasure bursted through his veins and mind temporarily pausing his brain, he tried breathing in shallowly before slumping against the wall.
Thankfully he was given a pause to recollect, but not long enough for a man as greedy as the Pale Man. Soon he had already eased into practiced thrusts.
The mercy wouldnt last for long.
They slid into a rigorous pace, hips angling intentionally so the Homeowner slid up the wall with force, hands awkwardly flailing to grapple with the wall. His lower body flairing like a flame that used pleasure like fuel. Eyes furrowed with a precise attention met with intense eye contact, hips thrusting into his. Just a moment earlier he was lured into the lull of a slow pace.
In moments the Pale Man could show him he knew exactly what it took to makethe Homeowner unfold. Almost unnervingly so.
hips angled in such a way to brush perfectly against areas he was most sensitive while pounding away inside him.
His mind clouded finally permitting his body to succumb to the pleasure, every nasty thought melting away with the curated attention.
Their grunts and moaned echoed back in a cadence of the modern home-- the house was nearly stripped of its personality besides the people inside it. "A- Ah- hah, f-f- fu," The Homeowner moaned. His mind was working overtime to process the current moment. Without any break hips drove into his, the Pale Man growing increasingly disheveled.
His rational thought had since been taken with the sensational onslaught by the hand of of the Pale Man.
Steadily the mans hand supported his chin with its consistently tight grip, in this moment the Homeowner would hold onto any consistency like a life line.
"Does it feel good, mm?" The Pale Mans voice quivered nearing the end. Following his words was a particularly harsh thrust, grinding against his prostate.
The Homeowner moaned, voice dragging at the end. "Is it that right baby? God I love to hear you, why do you insist on hiding yourself away from me?" Something wounded growled in his voice, keeping their eye contact. The rhythm grew sloppier while the Pale Man heaved labored breaths. His voice grew more frantic, more loose lipped.
"Y'know you've been whining n gruntin all this time," gently a hand slipped past his shoulder.
Leaning forward he could feel the mans grip on his chin grow loose. The Pale Man stopped just before their lips would meet breath moistening his cheek, his breathing as unsteady as the rhythm in his hips.
"Those little glimpses I get to see beyond that lil surface of yours?" A hand hovered intimately over his neck to whisper in his ear, "one of the most interesting parts of you."
His breath hitched before followed by a high whine slurred from his mouth. The Homeowners ass was already ruined, mind flooded with pleasure hed never get used to experiencing. The mans words only served to further confuse him. Taking advantage of their proximity lips pressed against his in a chaste kiss. Compared to everything, the simplicity of a kiss felt like a small comfort.
The Pale Mans hips finally neared a stop, moaning raggedly against his lips.
Meanwhile he still sat compacted between the man and the wall, smothered by the larger form of the man.
Giving it another thrust the Pale Man finally pulled out ass squelching erotically, cum dribbling from the abused hole escaping the moist area with bubbling squirts.
He was silently lowered to the floor by the Pale Man. Whenever his feet met the floor he stumbled like a newborn doe before an arm hooked supportively under his. Promptly the Homeowner was led to the sofas surface, taking one last tumble before he was lowered to its surface, panting
Lights blinded him making the Pale Man appear with a saint like halo in his haze.
"Jus', give me a minute to get you a wet rag and lets get you cleaned up." The man ran a hand through his tussled hair before exiting the room.
Blurrily he stared into the cieling. He floated in the surface of contentendness humming underneath his skin, unable to process time or space.
It didnt feel like long before the Pale Man returned. The man was already dressed unlike his exposed skin, particularly vulnerable to the cold wafts.
Pausing before him the man took time to appreciate the Homeowner. "Look at you all dolled up like that in ruin. Not much can top a sight prettier than that, heh." The Pale Man chuckled, as if letting himself on a in joke he didnt know. He approached his vulnerable form, asshole fluttering emptily.
Bending over him the Pale Man curtly dropped the rag onto his chest, squishing his cheeks before nearly crouching to press his mouth to the Homeowners.
He hummed, processing distantly that the man was touching him. The Homeowners mind was nowhere near the state to know what to make of them, though.
A tongue pressed gently against the surface of his lower lip.
Permitting access he was consumed by the softer nature of this touch. The kiss itself was passionate, the Pale Mans mouth driving against his. His tongue stroked the Homeowners which laid nearly idle-- it didnt have to be recuperated for the man to kiss him with the same fervor.
His mouth nearly fought against his in a one sided rhythm, desperate and always seeking for more. Abruptly the Pale Man pulled away with a disappointment laden sigh.
Hands fell away from his face whilst pulling away, eyes leaving his crumpled form.
"Thats gotta be it for now sweetheart, im in a rush. Your gonna have to get cleaned up yourself, alright?"
He was given no oppurtunity before the prick was retreating towards the doorway. Peering over his shoulder the Pale Man said his last words, "See you again tonight baby." The man exited the door, swinging shut to seal away his absence. Minutes passed sitting bare on the sofa, mind wandering the internal white noise.
Finally the Homeowner lifted himself from the sofa, the wet rag falling into his lap.
His hands plucked the rag glancing idly towards it before then returning to the doors enterance.
Despite the closeness of another person just moments earlier, he felt more than ever the absence of the Pale Man.
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Something needed to change. The Homeowner reverted to what he always did whenever his mind was busy. To keep himself occupied with the house chores around him. Maybe then if he occupied himself hands on then the worries of his mind would melt away naturally.
He held his whole world on his shoulders, so many responsibilities hes neglected
It was him who allowed things to go downhill and the Pale Man held that burden. He owed the man, that much was true.
Nore importantly was whether the Homeowner really happy letting this happen to him? He was perfectly content living his life as a ghost, impercievable to most. Which is exactly why he wasnt content allowing himself to be used, his body now became a currency something he otherwise would've never considered.
Discontent riddled through his rib bones, shaking him in a way not many things could. Their deal revealed so much of himself to The Pale Man, parts he intentionally hid away, and preferred keeping it that way.
He was used to living his life perceived through the reflection of glass. Perceiving events happening around him, but never engaging beyond his protective barrier.
Something had to change if the Homeowner wanted to be anything beyond a sexual object. He fantasized about findinf a framework he felt more comfortable coexisting in.
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Expertly he folded adding to the increasing piles of laundry stacks around him.
He finally allowed himself to relax from the earlier events of the day, only feeling truly like himself when he was alone.
The presence of other people could be suffocating. It was a constant battle of monitoring others emotions and what he did or said. Whenever the Pale Man was around it became a matter of whether he kept his housing or not.
Speaking of the devil beyond the spacious living room, the enterance rattled open. Hidden by the door before the Pale Man was revealed to be standing there, seemingly innocence. The Homeowner however had lived with the man long enough to tell when something was off-- wrinkles formed creases in the mans face, putting him on edge.
"Heyy baby, nice to see you again!" The Pale Man trilled low in his throat, approaching him rapidly.
A hand reached towards his tie, unworking the layers. Expressionless the Homeowner watched him unwind in real time.
He suspected quickly he'd become apart of that routine, rendering him unable to relax. The Pale Man eyed the occupied couch while frowning fueling his suspicions.
"That bastard from work again has been giving me a real hard time. Been riding my ass real hard lately." The mans lips curled in a sneer, "swear they do all the micro managing bullshit for some kind of power trip." Waving a hand he looked distantly away from the Homeowner before a honeyed gaze he peeks towards him.
"I really need you tonight sweetheart, think you can resume all," he gestures towards the piles of laundry, "this later mm?"
He powered through the revulsion coiling through his gut, gritting his teeth.
"I'm just-- not right now okay? I'd be the mood killer."
He could hardly speak about his hesitance towards intimacy, persisting all things-- especially not in the front of the Pale Man. Sitting infront of him the man almost towered over his sitting form. A hand reaching to brush a thumb against his cheek. "Dont call yourswlf a mood killer, you're far from it."
Tilting his head he continued to confirm his worst suspicions. "Dont let that stop ya from agreeing baby."
His hand raised wrapping around the Pale Mans wrist, the man just wasnt getting. "Really im being honest, id just ruin the mood. P-Plus, Can't you wait?"
A pause before the Homeowner interrupted, standing ground before the man could interject. "You said you were havin a bad day right? Cant we just.. talk about it?"
He meekly suggested, murmering the words like saying them could be treated like a heinous crime. The Pale Mans face smoothed over a blank slate. "C'mon Baby its been a bad day. You're damn near one the only things I can look forward too." He started, hovering over the Homeowner who again was familiarly corned onto the couch.
He scowled underneath the expression hidden underneath blankness, sweetened words wouldn't change how he felt.
After silence the Pale Man quickly changed his tactic.
"You're makin this into a whole ordeal when it doesnt have to be." Maybe it couldve been true, he understood his standards for others could be unrealistic. He was never a man who sought things far from his comfort zone.
The Pale Man was nearly crawling onto the couch onto the corner reserved for him. "I sacrafice a lot so I can support us both financially." The words strick a weak spot. His defenses instinctually reared to poise like a snake, there was no use in striking what he knew was true. Perhaps the Homeowner was projecting his discomfort, and for what? Risking the only housing he had?
A hand crept before settling on his knee, causing him to jump. "Its not good for you to be so tense all the time. You just need a little help relaxing, your clearly not in the state to see that."
The Pale Man climbed over him standing several inches taller, sending him a clear enough message. "Compared to everythin' a little relaxation dont compare much as a little bit of payback, yeah?"
The Homeowner was starting to believe he'd dug his grave too deep, irreversibly steep to claw his way out. Rather than waste energy batting his will against the Pale Mans, finally he caved.
"Okay."